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rebelwrites · 5 months ago

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Twenty Eight: Till The Wheels Fall Off

Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)

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Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?

A/N so this is it, this is the final part of this series 🥺 I put so much of myself into this story and kinda sad it didn’t get more love but hey what can you do! I hope you have enjoyed following the journey of Charles and Nova!! They will forever hold a special interest pace in my heart ❤️

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

Christmas was now only three days away, it had always been my favorite season. Everything about it made me feel like a child again. The excitement of getting gifts, the ambiance of the tree lit up, the warm fuzzy feeling on the cold winter nights wrapped up with a large mug of hot chocolate. The whole festive period was full of magic and I couldn’t get enough.

But everything was different this year.

It was coming up on three months since we lost Pops and I was struggling to see the magic in anything, everything just reminded me of him.

Walking into my bedroom I found Charles routing through my wardrobe, tossing items of clothing at the open suitcase that was placed on top of my bed. “You won’t find anything in there that's your size,” I chuckled, shrugging off my dressing gown, hanging it on the back of the door.

“Haha, very funny,” Charles laughed, spinning around holding a very sparkly red dress. “Why have I never seen you in this before?”

“Because it was banished to the back of the closet for a reason,” I huffed, grabbing the dress from him, placing it back where it belonged. “I fell in love with it when I brought it but it just makes me feel so self conscious, plus I’ve gained weight since I brought it so I doubt it would fit me anymore.”

Charles slowly nodded at me, wrapping his arms around my waist. The smirk on his face was telling me he was up to something. “Can I ask why you are raiding my clothes and why is my suitcase on my bed?”

“It’s a surprise,” he winked, turning back to the task he was doing when I walked in. “I’m nearly done anyway so make sure you are wearing something comfy and meet me downstairs in ten.”

“You know I hate surprises right?” I huffed, folding my arms across my chest.

“Quit moaning, Sunshine and get your ass dressed.” he hummed.

“Fine, but if this is a shit surprise I will -”

“Rip my limbs off, I know that seems to be your go to punishment at the moment,” he laughed, finally closing my wardrobe.

Rolling my eyes at my boyfriend I pulled what I needed from my drawers before slipping into the bathroom to get ready. It didn’t take a genius to figure out he was planning some sort of trip which was why I found myself putting a bit more effort in my appearance knowing that wherever we were going there would more than likely be press hanging around.

I could hear everyone moaning at the bottom of the stairs as I made my way down.

“I hope your time keeping is better when you are working,” Charles hummed, cocking his brow at me. “because Fred will skin you alive.”

“Baby, you are forgetting Fred loves me, I’m the favorite. He would cover up a murder and help me hide the body if I asked him to.” I smirked, poking my tongue out at him.

Hours had passed and no one was telling me where we were going, looking around the cabin of the private jet I realized both Charles and Elenor were asleep but there was the soft glow from a phone coming from where Jax was sitting. Kicking the blanket off my body I pushed myself up to my feet making my way over to my brother.

“What’s up Squirt?” he asked, pulling out his headphones, pausing whatever movie he was watching .

“Just thinking about the future,” I whispered, settling on the seat next to him, resting my head on his shoulder. “I haven’t told Charles yet but I am actually nervous about starting with Ferrari at the start of the season.”

“Kiddo, you are gonna do amazing,” Jax whispered, gently squeezing my hand. “I don’t know why you kept your talent of photography a secret for all these years. Plus everyone already loves you.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at my older brother, “you are just saying that because we are family.” I scoffed.

“I am being serious and obviously Fred loves your work otherwise he wouldn’t have hired you.”

“I guess you are right,” I shrugged, trying to hide the yawn that escaped my lips.

“Squirt, I’m always right,” he smirked, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Why don’t you try and get some sleep.”

I was going to fight it but my body was screaming at me to get some rest, I had no idea what Charles was planning so decided Jax was once again right. Soon enough I found myself next to Charles, automatically I snuggled into his warm body letting his heartbeat be the soothing sound I needed to finally drift off to sleep.

Charles was a sneaky devil, the first thing I was surprised about was how I had no idea how he managed to plan a trip to Monaco to spend Christmas with his family without me realizing anything was going on, but it was like he knew what I needed. As much as I loved Charming and it would always be my home I needed to get away from it for a bit, in fact we all did, especially with it being the first Christmas without Pops. The second thing was he had packed the red dress that I told him had been banished to the back of the closet for the rest of eternity.

I couldn’t believe I agreed to try it on but the moment he slowly fastened the zipper on the back I was shocked. The dress fitted better now than it ever did when I first brought it. I was adamant this would never fit me again but one look in the mirror and I was practically reduced to tears. The moment I locked eyes with Charles through the reflection I finally felt beautiful, quietly and without me even realizing it the man I called my boyfriend had single handedly rebuilt my confidence bit by bit.

“Come on then, Sunshine, let's go for a walk,” he hummed, pressing a kiss against my cheek.

“Don’t you think we are a bit overdressed for a walk?” I questioned, spinning round letting my arms wrap around his neck.

“We are in Monaco, some people might think you are under dressed.”

“And what do you think, Mr Leclerc?” I purred, brushing my nose against his.

“Absolutely radiant,” he whispered, his lips gazing mine and his eyes darkening slightly as he spoke. “If I didn’t have plans for us I would be tearing it off with my teeth.”

Leaning up so I was on my tiptoes I brushed my lips against the shell of his ear feeling him shiver under my touch, “If that's the case I’d rather stay right here.”

“Stop being a tease, Teller,” he growled, tightening his grip on my hips. “I have something special planned so get that ass moving.”

The streets of Monaco looked absolutely stunning under the moonlight, I was slowly starting to feel the magic of Christmas returning. For once in my life I didn’t care if the press snapped a picture of me and Charles, nothing mattered at that moment.

Soon enough we came to the sea front and Charles came to a stop, swiftly kicking off his shoes and socks, “fancy a walk on the beach?” he asked, for some reason he was nervously looking around but I didn’t think anything of it

“Why not it’s a beautiful night,” I beamed, taking his hand as I pushed my heels off my feet.

There was no one else around making everything feel more romantic, like there was no one else on the planet and it was just me and Charles.

As we were walking across the sand I let my mind wander. The past five months had been an utter whirlwind, never in a million years did I think I would end up dating someone, let alone Charles Leclerc. I always refused to believe in soulmates, to me it was something companies made up to get money out of gullible couples but that all changed the moment Charles came speeding into my life. He caused my world to shift on its axis, he was the one who made me love again and if anyone asked if I believed in soulmates my answer was yes because Charles was mine. There was something about our connection that I couldn’t explain, it was like our souls had danced together in a previous lifetime.

Once again Charles came to a standstill, dropping our shoes onto the warm sand. “Nova Teller,” he whispered, taking my hands in his.

“Charles Leclerc,” I giggled, causing a large smile to appear on his beautiful face.

“The moment you came crashing into the bar reciting the Monza commentary I was drawn to you, I couldn’t get you out of my head. That night I found myself watching you move gracefully around the bar, laughing and joking with everyone.”

My heart started pounding against my chest as I realized what he was doing, this was the reason he wanted to dress up, why he wanted to go for a random walk on Christmas eve. Tears threatened to spill over my lash line as I found myself biting my tongue wanting to let him finish.

“I never thought I had a chance with you if I was being honest, but here we are spending one of many beautiful nights together. I have never loved anyone as much as I loved you. I made a vow to myself that I was never going to let myself fall in love again but that all changed the moment I laid eyes on you.” His eyes were glistening from unshed tears in the moonlight, his movements were slow as he dropped to one knee, pulling out a red velvet box from his jacket pocket.

My hand flew to my mouth as the tears started to fall. Never in a million years did I think I would get a moment like this and here I was experiencing it with Charles Leclerc.

“I couldn’t tell you at the time but this was the reason I had a call with JT, I didn’t want to do this without his blessing and Sunshine the first words out of his mouth was ‘it took you long enough to ask’” he chuckled, as he finally opened the box to reveal the most stunning ring I had ever seen. “So I’m not going to make you wait any longer, Nova Teller, will you be my wife, will you marry me?”

It was like the words got caught in my throat and the only thing I could do was nod my head like a madwoman. After what felt like an eternity I finally found my words. “Yes Char,” I whispered, tears streaming down my cheeks as he slid the ring onto my finger. My heart was bursting with love, especially knowing that he rang Pops to make sure he had his blessing.

Once the ring was sat in the right position Charles pushed himself to his feet, pulling me in for the most passionate kiss we had ever had. I felt like I was in one of those cheesy rom coms, but it was perfection, better than I could have ever dreamt of. Slowly I pulled away from Charles resting my forehead against his, giving myself a chance to catch my breath from the kiss.

The man standing in my arms was the one who never stopped believing in me, and I was proud to call him my fiancé “Thank you for being here and not giving up on me,” I whispered, letting my eyes flutter close.

“Sunshine, I’m not going anywhere, plus you have said you will be my wife so baby you are kinda stuck with me now,” he hummed, running his fingers through my hair. He paused for a second, pressing a tender kiss to the top of my head. Nothing could match this feeling. For the first time in the past three months I realized there was light at the end of the tunnel. I knew I was going to be alright, as long as I had my family behind me and Charles standing by my side. I couldn’t prepare myself for the next five words to pass his lips, but it was the words I needed to hear from the man I loved.

“Till the wheels fall off.”

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carnivorousyandeere · 2 years ago

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SFW ALPHABET: BRUCE

My latest yandere oc 💕

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Very affectionate, and shows it through physical touch and acts of service (the 5 love languages are b.s. but but just roll with me here). Loves holding you, cooking for you, and making things for you. Generally not the best with expressing affection through words, although there are exceptions sometimes (like if you cry, he panics trying to comfort you. Or during spicy times, his tongue gets a lil looser).

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

“Scary dog privileges.” Tall, intimidating, and generally quiet, Brucie will go along with you wherever you wanna go, and do whatever you wanna do. Low stress, low fuss, just likes hanging out. Real ride or die friend. The friendship is likely one of you just “choosing” the other— either you’re an extrovert who just decided he would be your friend one day and he accepted his fate as all introverts must, or he just started following you around ‘cause he thinks you look like you need protecting. Or a mix of both, I’m not the personality police.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Loves cuddling! He’s extremely strong, and likes carrying you around and having you in his lap. His heart just melts when you snuggle up against his chest.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Does wanna settle down with you! Loves the domesticity of being “spouses,” and he takes great pride in his skills as a husband; he can do it all— cleaning, cooking, fixing the AC and plumbing, even making furniture from scratch. He likes taking care of you, but it also warms his heart if you wanna help with anything around the house too 💕

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Hmmm…. It wouldn’t be great… but at least the funeral would be nice! Just think of the two beautiful matching headstones, one for each of you, and try not to think too hard about how, exactly, you ended up there.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Loves loves loves the idea of being with you forever and getting married! Literally wants to take you away and elope with you within the first few minutes of knowing you. You might have even caught him looking at your hand, sizing you up to see if he could figure out how to make a suitable wedding band for you himself. As soon as he takes you away, he considers the two of you married; not really into the whole wedding ceremony, but if you wanted one he’d make it happen.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Generally very gentle! Holds you so softly most of the time (might squeeze on accident though…), and when he talks to you he does so in a low, quiet voice to try not to intimidate you. Is also a gentle soul for the most part, although like many yanderes he has killed before. No matter how many times he does, it makes him feel really bad and he’ll come back home to cry. Don’t try to pry for information, though. Just let him get the tears out.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Loves hugs; tries to be gentle but can go into too-tight bear hugs at times. I imagine his hugs feel very warm, strong, and grounding though ❤️

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Doesn’t really feel the need to say it, unless you press him about “why did you kidnap me?!” Gets kind of taciturn and blushes when he says it. Tends to feel that the way he treats you should get the message across more than saying the words out loud would.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Gets murderously jealous but denies that it’s jealously; no, no, Brucie is just protective, that’s all. Jealousy has nothing to do with it at all, baby (lying to himself).

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses, like his other touches, start out very slow and soft, not wanting to scare you off. If you reciprocate or initiate kisses, he’ll hum happily and press against you more firmly. Usually dry, chaste, and more romantic, but if he gets too excited expect to choke on his tongue. Loves to kiss you all over, but especially on the top of your head when you’re in his lap, or your belly if he’s laying on top of you; also loves kissing any freckles, moles and scars you may have. He likes it the most when you kiss him on the lips~! The expression you make when you do is just too cute for him to handle. Also enjoys it if you kiss his back and shoulders, especially when he’s sore from working hard.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

I think Brucie would be pretty good with kids! Although, he’d probably be best with his own kids rather than other people’s, and other kids might be really intimidated by him at first. But he’s really gentle, careful, and patient with kids. He’s hurt many adults, but would never hurt a kid. And of course, with him being so strong, kids love getting piggy back rides and clinging to his legs and arms when he walks lol

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Cuddles!!! He keeps you trapped in his arms or under him. You’ll probably wake up before him, and have to convince him to let you go so you can use the restroom or make food haha. Not grumpy, but also not a morning person; just kinda bleary and not all there yet.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Brucie is a night owl. He likes watching movies and tv with you. When it’s time to go to bed he’ll just pick you up and take you there with him like you’re a teddy bear.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Not very open, generally speaking? Doesn’t really see the point in talking about himself. Prefers listening to you talk, watching you sign, or reading what you have to say. So whatever you want to know, you’ll have to ask directly, and even then depending on what it is he may not want to talk about it.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Infinite patience for you, for kids, and for animals. For anyone or anything else? Not so much. Doesn’t yell or scream, but you can definitely feel the angry aura simmering from him and it is extremely scary. (Where’s that post about moms leaching vibe-arsenic into the air? Yeah that’s him).

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Remembers some details but forgets others? What his mind decides to latch onto can be kind of an enigma. Generally though he’s good about remembering your likes and dislikes.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Definitely the first time you initiated a kiss! Remembering the sweet, shy look on your face, and then the way you immediately pulled away and buried your face in his chest, makes him feel so giddy.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

SOSOSO incredibly protective. Would kill for you, would die for you, would commit many a crime to ensure your safety. Would feel absolutely awful, as if he’d failed you, if you ever had to protect him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Interestingly enough, dates and anniversaries are not big on Brucie’s mind. He likes the quiet, domestic routines of everyday life, and puts a lot of effort into things around the house for you. He does put a lot of effort when he makes gifts for you, though; to make sure it’s something you need, and that it matches your style. If you are the kind of person who’s big on anniversaries you’ll probably need to give him some not-so-subtle hints before the day rolls around.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Killing people is a pretty big one lol? Although he also has some bodily-focused repetitive behaviors like skin-picking and nail biting, although they’re not really habits, but compulsions (me too buddy shout out to my fellow trichotillomania babes).

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Gives zero shits about how he looks. As long as his body is working well enough to do what he wants and he smells alright he doesn’t care about his appearance or what other people think of it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Definitely. Would be crushed if anything happened to you or you left him— would go into a depressive spiral so quickly.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Generally likes keeping you happy and content but does have a small teasing streak. Likes calling you the most godawful pet names ever like “pookie bear” and smiles ever so slightly when you cringe at it. Also likes to tickle you. I mean if you really hate it he’ll stop but he does like messing with you juuuust a little like that.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Anybody who hates kids (if you just don’t want any kids that’s fine but literally having a HATRED for any and all kids is too far for him). Also in a more general sense, he’s really not a fan of loud and busy environments like concerts, clubs, and cities in general. Brucie gets stressed out pretty easily like that.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Has a quiet, rumbling snore and sleeps like a log. Good damn luck moving him or waking him up lol

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killerpenguinn · 2 years ago

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would you mind talking about who your oc, Alicia is? ☺️☺️☺️

A very well dressed women is eying you from across the club. She’s been staring at you all night, and her dark eyes beckon you to come over to her and say hello. A little intimidated by her very expensive looking clothes and pristine makeup and hair, you hesitate and suddenly the woman is strutting over to you with a walk so confident, people seem to move out of the way subconsciously, not even realizing what they are doing. Still gobsmacked from watching her move, suddenly the woman is standing in front of you, and she looks to be in her early to mid 20s, now that she’s this close to you. You swallow, your mouth suddenly dry. Why were you still intimidated?! She’s right here! Say something!

You open your mouth to finally speak, but the woman cuts you off, offering her well manicured hand to you to shake or kiss, maybe both, as she speaks, her voice smooth like red velvet as she says, “My name is Alicia Scott, but you can call me Ali. Can I buy you a drink? Or are you getting this round for us?”

Meet my murder OC, Alicia Scott! She’s 26 and the Heiress to the Scott Foundation that her Uncle Jim owns and manages (another murder OC). Born in Atlanta, GA, Ali grew up with some ‘very not so loving and not always there emotionally and physically’, parents. While her father, John “Johnny” Scott, was a very very successful Stock Broker, he wasn’t the most caring dad in the world, and her mother, Jessica Langley Scott, while a very successful tv actress, dreamed of bigger roles and was too obsessed with her dreams to really pay Ali much mind.

Left to her own devices, Ali acted out to get attention, and when that stopped working, she manipulated people into being her friends, and used her groupies to crush anyone who opposed her. But you catch more flies with honey than you do vinegar, as her daddy always said, so Ali was as sweet as a pound cake! Who cares if she hurt and killed small animals for fun and dissected them to see how accurate the internal organs were to her science books? Or how she obsessively watched doctor dramas, trying to find one that balanced the love and drama with the accurate surgery bits? That’s normal teenage stuff, right?

Right after Ali turned 18, her father John shot himself, leaving his entire fortune to his only child and Daughter, Alicia. Jessica immediately convinced her daughter to move them out of Atlanta and out west to Los Angeles, California, where her mother immediately got picked up for bigger roles in both TV and Movies. Now more alone than ever after her fathers death, Alicia was “saved” by her Uncle Jimmy, who was in the top 10% of the wealthiest men in America, and who had no children of his own, but needed an heir to his empire, as he wasn’t getting any younger.

Happy that she didn’t have to take care of her daughter anymore, Jessica happily let her daughter follow after her Uncle Jim, and with that Alicia began her true calling as an heiress, a lovely lady in the spotlight that she so desperately craved, and as an adult suddenly gaining the “stable” and loving father figure she had wanted all of her life!

Not very mentally stable himself, Jim taught Ali how to box/kickboxing, took her on camping trips in the wilderness of Canada, taught her how to defend her self, how to use a gun, knives, and tasers, how to keep up a good image, and most importantly, how to lie and kill and get away with it “Scott free” as Jim jokingly put it.

Ali, now an adult, comes across some lovely grunge tapes made by a German man with a pleasant voice. Finally realizing that she can put her skills her Uncle Jimmy taught her to good use AND live out her fantasies of killing people for an audience that will forever adore her, Alley_Kat69 was born.

Capturing victims (usually people who’s pronouns are she/her and are biologically women), Ali sexually and physically abuses her victims live on camera for her adoring fans who pay her well to torture her victims the way they (and herself) want. Does Alicia know what she’s doing is wrong? Of course she does! Does she care? Fuck no.

Who knows, maybe she will even keep you as a pet/companion if she’s lonely enough! :)

Ali is an example (to me) of how women can be just as dangerous as men. With the rise of social media, twitch streamers, and influencers, I wanted to make a terrifying case of a woman who has the money, means, power, and smarts to capture you, her victim, and you probably won’t even know you are done for until you wake up in her basement!

Ali goes for victims who are shy, easily flattered, female (lesbian porn is fetishized after all), and usually easy to fool. Ali will even PAY men to drug your drink and harass you, so she can swoop in and “save” you from them, and she’ll even call you a “cab” so you get home safely!

Note that Ali can and does one night stands! If you are just as confident as her she’s happy to bring you home and sleep with you! Just don’t go snooping around too much the next morning or you might become her victim instead of a really good night! ;)

You could even become friends with her and never know about her double life as a horror porn star. Or maybe you do know about it and don’t care, like Ali does?

#btd #minors dni #Alicia Scott #murder oc #btd oc #tpof oc #boyfriend to death #btd2 #no minors please #the price of flesh #Hope you like her!#I do feel she’d happily talk to Sarin in a club!#or a bar!#or wherever your murder oc happens to hang out!

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vaultboyenthusiast · 2 years ago

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🌹🌻🌲 for any OC(s) of your choosing! + I love your writing!

dude this absolutely made my day <3 I have been extremely unmotivated and seeing this slapped me in the face and said “bitch get ur shit done” (in a good way lol don’t worry)

I’m gonna do these for Dusty because he’s the only one I’ve talked about a whole lot!

🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?

Dusty has four different places that he could really consider a “home” - Goodsprings, Freeside, Red Rock with the Khans, and the Nellis Air Force Base. However, I doubt he would even think about settling down somewhere, as the boy is, at his core, a wanderer. He’s very well-liked in all of those places because he has a very helpful nature. Also people tend to see him and instantly decide that he needs a family, so in all four areas, he’s basically got an army of adoptive parents and grandparents. As for where he was born, the would be some generic city in New Mexico that I do not have a name for because. Yeah. Dusty does not consider that to be a home at all, seeing as it’s still where his shitty rich dad who he hasn’t seen in years lives. Actually, he does travel back there at some point in his story (which I will be writing. soon. i’m working on it.) but not for fun ahaha. When it comes to people who make him feel at home, Dusty has no romantic interests, but friend-wise, he has Benny and Arcade. At this point, they’re basically his dads. And yes Benny adopted the kid he shot because I said so. Dusty isn’t quite sure what home means to him, but if he had to put his finger on it, he’d say it’s somewhere he doesn’t feel like he has to run from. Most of his story is about leaving things behind, so finding somewhere he’d want to return to is a good feeling.

🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?

Dusty is a very perceptive person. Very little gets past him. This mostly applies to bad things, such as someone about to attack him or a trap hanging right above his head, but it can also apply to good things. He loves seeing that plants still grow in the wasteland, especially flowers, and he has a tendency to point them out wherever he sees them. Flowers were also very important to his mother, so they remind him of her. The idea that good things can still happen and life can still flourish in the Mojave always brings him a bit of hope when he remembers it.

🌲 How deeply does your OC feel? Are they typically empathetic or do they have a hard time connecting with others in this way? What are they like when offering support and comfort to someone they care for?

Dusty does feel very deeply, but he is also very emotionally constipated. His thoughts and feelings are kept private for the most part, and he tends to bottle up any kind of strong emotion. Because of that, he struggles a lot with empathizing with people and prefers to take a more logical approach, which isn’t always appreciated. He’ll always be the first to offer support, though, whether that just means sitting there and listening to you or helping you out with things you need done. Dusty also can and will murder anyone who hurts someone he cares about. You said some guy was harassing you? Not anymore.

:DDDD this was very fun to write thank you!!

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wiypt-writes · 4 years ago

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Stark Spangled Banner

Ch32: The Impossible Choice. Part 2: One Which Crumbles From Within

Summary: Katie faces an impossible choice- her husband or her brother.

Warnings: Bad language, angst

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N: Wonderful edit again from @angrybirdcr

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Chapter 32 Part 1

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Katie had no idea how long she sat waiting, lost in her thoughts and worries but eventually she heard a shuffling noise and spun round to see Steve supporting Bucky who was missing his metal arm. Both men were bloodied, battered, but alive.

“Where’s Tony?” She asked as she stood up, looking at Steve.

Steve took a deep breath, “In there. It got out of hand but he’s okay.” Katie immediately headed to the door of the bunker.

“Katie, he won’t listen.” Steve shook his head sadly as he called after her. “This…it’s too far gone to fix.

“I have to try Steve, he’s my brother.”

She left the sentence hanging, not looking back as she moved back into the bunker. She had to try and talk him round, make him understand this was what Zemo wanted. It was the last chance to try and sort all of this out. If she couldn’t then there was no way Steve could go back. No way he would go back.

And she was going to lose one of them.

“Tony.” She spoke gently, walking towards where he was sat, back against a wall in the depth of the concrete building.

“You know, when Rogers asked for your hand in marriage I couldn’t have been happier. Finally you’d met someone that treat you well, looked after you. Now, I wish he’d never come out of that fucking iceberg.” He snarled up at her.

Katie took a deep breath. “You’re upset, I get that.”

“Really? You do?” Sarcasm dripping off every word as Tony glared at her. “That’s good because I thought for a moment you were missing the point.”

“What is the point, Tony? Do you think for one minute that I like what happened to our Parents?”

“How long have you known?” he looked at her.

“Since we took SHIELD and Hydra down.” She bowed her head.

“Two years?!” his voice rang round the cavern. “You knew for Two fucking years?” “I didn’t know for certain it was him until yesterday, I swear.” She took a deep breath “But Steve is right. It wasn’t Bucky that did it. It was the Winter Soldier.”

“Oh God, he’s brainwashed you as well.” Tony groaned, banging his head against the wall. “That man murdered our parents!”

“HYDRA murdered our parents.”

“BUT HE DID IT!” Tony yelled, “And whilst that mind control is in there he’s a danger and he needs to be dealt with.”

“He needs help.”

Tony laughed, scornfully “Frankly if you believe that, you’re the one that needs help.”

“We both know what it’s like to be tortured, to have your dignity stripped from you in a way people cannot possibly imagine.” Katie swallowed, turning to her brother “And for us it was weeks Tony, fucking weeks. He endured it for seventy damned years.” “He killed our mom!” Tony screamed. “And he saved my life!” Katie yelled back, her voice cracking. “The Winter Soldier did those things, not Bucky Barnes. Tone, this is tearing me in two. I can’t choose between you, I can’t do it!” “You already chose.” “No, I didn’t. I did what I thought was right. Not just the Accords but coming here. And you know it was right too, deep down or you wouldn’t be here either. You saw those soldiers in there, it could have been so much different.” Tony snorted. “For once in your life just admit you’d follow Rogers anywhere.” Katie shook her head, sniffing slightly as her eyes misted over “You’re my brother, my father even, and I love you so much, but he is my husband and I love him too. What am I supposed to do, huh? Tell me?” Tony looked at her, and turned away. He felt betrayed, by them both. But as much as he hated what she had done, he loved his sister beyond belief and he knew no matter what happened here there would be no winners. If she stayed her heart would break at losing Steve and she would end up inside that shit hole pokey until some agreement or deal was done.

And if she left, she might be free, but then he would lose her.

But Tony knew the thing that would break her the most was having to make that choice, a choice between a life on the run with Rogers, or being with him. He couldn’t see her go through that, he couldn’t see her miserable and without the man she loved, and who clearly loved her, despite the fact he might be an asshole. There was nothing else to do, Tony had to make the choice for her.

And moreover he knew he had to be the one to lose.

"I don’t even wanna look at you right now.” His voice cracked and he turned away. “Get lost, go on.” “And go where?” Her voice was strained. "Wherever your precious Captain is running to. And you best run fast. Because if Ross gets hold of you, you’re both gonna be in that pokey with the rest of them and I’ll make sure Rogers never sees the light of day again.” “And me?” Her eyes were wet with tears as she looked at him. “You went against the accords.” He shrugged, unable to meet her eye “Maybe they could get you a double cell.” Katie felt her heart breaking. Her brother, the man who had been there all her life, was actively pushing her away. This is what it had come to. But just as she was about to argue, try and see they could get a way through this, he delivered the final blow. “You know, I’m glad mom and dad ain’t here to see this, because they’d be so ashamed of you.” Tony took a deep breath before he delivered the blow he knew would kill her, and he was going to hate himself for it. “Hell, I’m ashamed of you.” That. That there, was the moment Katie felt her heartbreak. “Tony.” Her voice cracked “Tell me you don’t mean that.” “I mean every word.” Tony lied, forcing himself to look at her. He didn’t mean any of it, he was beyond proud of her, how strong she was. But he knew, this was the only way she could be spared the agony of a shitty choice.

With a shaking sob Katie stood up and began to walk across the cavern slowly, giving Tony a chance to stop her but he didn’t. As she reached the start of the corridor she stopped, taking a deep breath and turned back to look at him through her tears.

“Me not telling you about mom and dad was a mistake. But I did it to save you from all this, save you from hurting because I figured you’d seen enough over the past goodness knows how long.” She shrugged, wiping her face. “I’m so sorry Tony.”

He looked away, not meeting her eyes because he couldn’t. “Just go.”

She walked from the cavern as calmly as she could. Once she was out of site she began to sprint, wanting nothing more than the comfort of Steve. She was that wrapped up in her thoughts, twice she took a wrong turn and hit a dead end, screaming in frustration, before eventually, after what seemed like a lifetime she burst out into the snow before collapsing onto the floor, a loud agonising wail erupting from her chest.

“Katie?” Steve saw his girl fall to her knees, the noise she made chilled him to the bones. He sprinted straight towards her, ignoring the aching all over his body from the blows he had taken over the past three days or so. He dropped besides her “Honey?”

Katie took a deep breath before she looked up at Steve unable to voice her emotions or explain what happened. She simply bowed her head again and shook it. Steve sighed and placed an arm round her shoulder “Come on.”

With his help she rose to her feet, looking round. There was no sign of T’Challa. Zemo or Bucky.

“Where is everyone?” She sniffed, sliding her arm around Steve’s waist, more for support than anything else.

“T’Challa left about two minutes ago. He’s taken Zemo to the United Nations.” Steve answered as they trudged through the snow.

“Least Bucky’s in the clear.”

“He’s not.” Steve sighed “Even if he’s proven not guilty they’ll want to lock him up, especially whilst HYDRA are in his mind.” He stopped at the bottom of the ramp to the jet and turned to face her, taking a deep breath as he knew this was it. The point at which she was going to have to make a decision on what she did next, and his heart was breaking for her.

“T’Challa has offered to help. He’s given me the coordinates to Wakanda and says he has someone there who could assist in fixing whatever it is Hydra did to Buck’s mind.”

“If the UN catch on he’s harbouring him it’ll cause even more trouble.” “I know, which is why they can’t find out.” Steve looked at her. “T’Challa is going to tell the UN that we’re all here so they can send a craft out to pick everyone up. Then the cover story is that in the meantime Bucky and I escaped, and no one knows where we have gone.”

“Think they’ll buy it?” She asked, ignoring for a moment the fact that he had said Bucky and I, not Bucky and us.

“They’ve no reason not to.”

“And he really thinks he can help him?”

Steve nodded. “So that’s the plan. Take Bucky and lay low for a while, at least until I can figure out what to do next”

He paused for a moment and then looked up the ramp before taking a deep breath and looking at her.

“I didn’t want any of this to happen” he sighed, “and if you don’t want to come I’ll understand.” He took a deep breath, as he grabbed both of her hands, the tears swimming in his eyes. “I don’t ever want to force you to make a choice so whatever you do decide, I’ll understand, I just want you to know that I love you, I’ll always love you.”

Katie looked up at him, his last words were barely audible above his choked back sob. She knew Steve was going to run, and that he wouldn’t settle being behind bars, but he was offering her a way out, a chance to stay with Tony. Her husband had never, not once through this entire situation pressured her to take his side. And she hadn’t taken his side, she had done what she believed was the right thing. But now, when it came down to it, there was simply no choice for her to make. Tony hated her, the Accords had finished the Avengers, Ross would make sure she was locked away…and the thought of Steve not being with her broke her more than anything.

There was nothing else left for her to do but go.

Her eyes misted over as she looked up at the man who was her world, her everything. “I can’t stay.” She whispered “Not without you. Please don’t leave me.”

“Leave you?” His voice cracked and he pulled her into his chest, hard, hands pressed at the base of her back and her head as she fisted her hands into the dirty material of his uniform. “Never, Doll.”

“Then get me out of here.” She pulled back to look up at him, gently using her thumbs to wipe away the tears on his face that had run down below the line of his helmet.

“Are you sure?” He had to ask again. “Because if we do this, there’s no going back. You might be able to sort things with Tony if you stay.” “When I’m locked up in prison?” She shook her head “What’s the point in that. Besides, we both know that you wouldn’t stand for it. You’d break me out in a week.”

He gave her a soft smile, she was right. He would. She leaned up to place a soft kiss on his lips before she turned and strode up the ramp into the jet, wiping her eyes and putting her weapons away silently. Steve followed her in and she turned to look at him when she spotted Bucky who was looking significantly worse for wear sat on one of the seats.

“You okay?” she said gently. He looked up and swallowed.

“I’m sorry, I really am.” His voice cracked and his head hung again.

“I know.” She shrugged sadly as she headed over to cockpit.

Steve settled in the pilot seat just in front of her, removing his helmet and punching in some co-ordinates. Moments later the jet was airborne.

“Auto-pilot locked. ETA 4.5 hours” Katie muttered, reading the computer before she stood up and dropped her hand on Steve’s shoulder. “Think it’s about time I patched you boys up.”

“Start with Buck.” Steve instructed gently, standing up “He’s worse than I am.”

She moved to the back of the jet and began rummaging in the first aid boxes gathering various things before she told Bucky to sit on the gurney in the medi-bay area of the jet.

“This is probably gonna sting a little.” She bit her lip as she began to wipe gently at the various cuts and bruises on Bucky’s face. If it hurt he didn’t give any outward signs that it did. She then moved to the back of his head, clearing up a nasty gash from where he had taken a hit and, once that was done, she checked his arm. There was no new wound, but his metal arm had been removed just below the shoulder blade, leaving the metal socket intact.

“Does it hurt?” She asked him gently.

“No.”

She looked at Steve, shrugging as if to say that she had done the best she could and he nodded, looking at Bucky.

“Why don’t you rest?” He nodded over to the seats. “We’ve got a while before we arrive and I doubt any of us had much sleep last night.”

“You guys certainly didn’t.” Bucky said slyly as he stood up. Katie shared a look with Steve who she was amused to see had flushed from the neck upwards, the patches of his face that weren’t dirty were now a bright crimson.

“Walls in hotel rooms are thin.” Bucky continued, grunting slightly as he dropped into one of the seats, leaning back and closing his eyes.

Katie bit her lip as Steve sat down on the stretcher, same place Bucky had sat before. She studied his weary face and noticed that there was a huge bruise forming on his right cheek and a smaller abrasion on his left. His nose had at some point been bleeding and there was a split in his lip, but all in all his helmet had saved him for the most, as he was nowhere near as bad as Bucky. She gently wiped at his face, as tenderly as she could to avoid hurting him. She cleaned off the dirt, dried blood and then the cut above his eye, before moving to the one on his lip. As she touched it with the antiseptic wipe he hissed slightly.

“Stop being a baby.”

Steve opened his eyes and simply watched his wife’s face intensely. Her eyes were red rimmed from her crying and he couldn’t help but wonder what Tony had said to her when she had gone back in. But he knew she would tell him when she was ready. Eventually she finished and dropped the wipe she had been using into the dish to her right, and he placed both his hands on her hips and pulled her closer to him, so that she was stood in between his legs.

“I love you so much.” He whispered gently. She brought her hand up to brush across his now clean but bruised face and sighed.

“I know.” She dropped a soft kiss onto his lips, careful not to aggravate any cuts further. He would heal fast, he always did. In a few days there would be no evidence of any of these.

From over in the corner of the jet there came a soft groan “Get a room. Preferably not next to mine.”

*****

It was three hours into the journey before Katie finally told Steve everything. What Tony had said, how he had told her to leave, and that he was ashamed of her, and Steve’s heart broke for her as she cried again, her tears falling to his shoulder as he sat and simply held her before insisting she also took some rest. He knew what Tony had said was bullshit, the man was ridiculously proud of his sister, and he found himself understanding why he had done it. To save her from an impossible choice. Tony was as selfless as the next person where his sister was involved.

About forty-five minutes or so later, when Katie was fast asleep, Bucky woke up and he noticed Steve was sat in the seat at the front, simply staring out of the window.

“Got anything to drink?” He asked, and Steve’s head snapped round.

“Should be some water in the fridge, hang on…” “I lost my arm Punk, not my legs.” Bucky grumbled, heading over to where Steve was directing.

“Glad to see your attitude is still as bad as ever.” Steve raised an eyebrow as Bucky threw a bottle to him which he caught in his right hand.

“Yeah well, there are somethings even being brainwashed can’t get rid of.” Bucky sighed as he headed over to the seat by Steve. Clasping the bottle in his knees he worked the top off with his right hand and took a deep swig.

“Do you really think they can do it? You know, get whatever Hydra put in my head out?”

“T’Challa seems to think so.” Steve nodded, looking at his friend.

“Well, perhaps when he has we can catch up properly.” Bucky’s voice was wistful.

”Like old times huh?” Steve smiled, a twinkle in his eye.

Bucky grinned, before he grew serious again. “You know I did think about finding you, but…”

Steve looked at him for a moment and then leaned forward slightly. “How much do you remember?”

Bucky sighed, “I remember most things, about my life that is, but at first it was just a big jumble. That’s why I wrote it all down.”

The two men fell silent again, Steve full of his own guilt again for not going back for him that day he fell from the train. He could have spared him all of this.

“How did you do it?” Bucky asked suddenly, making Steve look back at him “Wake up seventy years in the future and just carry on?” “Katie.” Steve answered instantly, not even needing to think about it. “I came out of the ice, I’d lost everyone I knew, had no idea what to do, but then she turned up. Almost like it was meant to be.”

“I thought Steve Rogers didn’t believe in fate?” Bucky teased “What was it you used to say? You make your own luck?” Steve chuckled “I didn’t, I mean I don’t really, but whatever it was be it fate, luck, circumstance, hell, I’m just glad it happened.” He trailed off, before he carried on. “You know, I loved Peggy but that was nothing to what I feel for Katie. I can’t imagine being without her.”

Bucky looked at his friend, smiling. He had always known that when Steve found the right dame he would fall hard and fast, and it was clear he had. After all of his bad luck before the war, it was nice to see the man so happy and loved. But Bucky wasn’t going to let it lie without the chance to tease his friend. He grinned and looked at him, a cheeky smile spreading across his weary face.

“Yeah she’s pretty hot too. How did a punk like you manage to pull a gal like that?” “Buck!” Steve groaned exasperatedly as Bucky laughed.

“I’m just playing with you Stevie. I’m glad you found someone.” He smiled gently. “Just gutted I wasn’t at the wedding, well properly anyway. You looked happy though when you came out of the church.”

“I was. And I wish you could have been there properly too pal.” Steve’s voice taking on a teasing tone “But Sam made a pretty good substitute best man.”

“Wait, you had Seagull as your best man?” Bucky’s tone was indignant.

“He’s a good friend.” Steve paused again, before he took a deep breath. “You know I haven’t thanked you yet for saving her life.” He nodded over to where Katie was curled up in a seat under a blanket “I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t been there.” “Right time right place.” Bucky shrugged “You know, I didn’t recognise her at first, just heard all this screaming and, well she was in a bad way.” “I know.” Steve dropped his head. “They…they hurt her.” Bucky didn’t need to ask what they had done to her. He could imagine.

“She’s okay now though, right?”

“Physically yeah.” Steve nodded “Mentally, well, she still has nightmares sometimes but don’t we all? She’s strong though, way stronger than me.”

“I dunno from the noises I heard last night you seemed to be pretty strong.” Bucky quipped and Steve groaned

“Sorry, our walls at the compound are soundproof so…” He offered an explanation, blushing again.

“Yeah, well the first time we just kinda ignored it but then when you started again an hour later, then again, well, frankly it was a little gross.”

“Guess we just got a bit carried away.” Steve felt the heat spread up his neck.

“Sam said you were showing off.” Bucky smirked causing Steve to snort. “You got some stamina, bud, I’ll give you that.”

“Something we both thank Dr Erskine for on a regular basis.” Steve shot back cheekily and Bucky barked out a laugh.

At that point the alert on the cockpit started to go and Katie sat up, rubbing her eyes as the noise roused her. Steve shot her a smile, pretty sure he was still blushing, and then turned to look at the dials on the cockpit

“Hey.” She approached the front, dropping her hand to Bucky’s shoulder as she pressed a soft kiss to Steve’s head. “We here?”

“I think so.” Steve frowned, “The co-ords are telling me to drop to 2600, heading 0-3-0…only…”

Katie looked ahead, it was nothing but a thicket of what looked like jungle.

“You trust T’Challa?” she asked, settling in a seat behind him.

“Yeah.”

“Then do it.” She said simply, looking at him like he was an idiot.

Bucky smirked slightly and Steve rolled his eyes, but obeyed all the same. They passed through the trees as they simply disappeared, like a computer image and they were left with the skyline of a beautiful city. Katie let out the breath I hadn’t even realised she had been holding.

“What the fuck?” Bucky whispered, and Steve laughed in agreement.

*****

They were welcomed by T’Challa’s Mother, younger Sister Suri and a few members of his King’s Guard. T’Challa was on his way back from the UN and wouldn’t be back for an hour or so, so in the mean time they were given something to eat and a place to clean up, Katie taking her time in the scalding hot shower in their luxurious suite. Steve had stayed with Bucky and she was glad, as she broke down once more thinking about Tony, wondering where he was. Once she had cried all the tears she had left to cry, she dried off and crawled into the bed passing out almost immediately. She didn’t feel Steve climb in besides her later on that night. He stayed awake for a lot longer than she did, having spent the evening with T’Challa who had filled him in on what the UN had said. Tony was home okay, he knew that much, and the authorities had accepted T’CHalla’s explanation, essentially meaning he, Katie and Bucky were outlaws. For once in his life he had no idea what to do next, and the guilt at dragging her into this was eating him up. With a sigh he wrapped his arms around her, pulled her close and drifted into an uneasy sleep.

The next day felt slightly more positive. After breakfast Suri took Bucky into her lab for a scan on his brain. Bucky had worried that going into a scanner would remind him of the machine Hydra used and could bring out the Winter Soldier again, but Suri had simply smiled and shook her head, before using what looked like a beaded bracelet to perform the scan.

Now she stood over a tablet looking at the image.

“Your mind has been fighting this the whole time.” she said tapping a few places on the tablet and bringing up a hologram image of Bucky’s brain for them all to see. She pointed to a bright, pink line which snaked all over the image “That’s what they put in there but it hasn’t melded properly, which I suspect is why you required constant…how to put this…recalibration I suppose.” she pondered something before she turned to look at the soldier and smiled. “I can fix this.”

“Really?” Bucky said, his head jerking up as he looked at her, his eyes shining.

“I may have to engineer something new equipment wise, and it could take me a few months to do it- but it is reversible.” She nodded, voice oozing with confidence as she looked at the scans of Bucky’s brain on the screen

“How?” Bucky frowned, hardly daring to believe what she was saying. He would be free…

“I can cut it out.” she said, like it was something she did every day. “Like I say, it has not melded to your brain. Think of it as foreign object, not a part of you, and all foreign objects can be removed.“

Katie squeezed Steve’s hand as Steve let out a loud breath as he looked up at the ceiling. Bucky was going to be ok. He glanced down at his wife who smiled at him, as they both turned to see Bucky’s eyes were wet as he wiped tears off his face. Suri dropped a hand to his shoulder.

“You won’t have to live with this anymore, Sergeant Barnes.” she said to him.

Bucky looked at her, then to Steve before his face crumpled and in a stride Steve had closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around his friend in a brotherly hug as Bucky sat on the bench, unable to believe that he was going to be free, finally free from Hydra. Katie watched the two of them as T’Challa gently squeezed her shoulder as he and Suri made to leave the room. She followed them, pausing in the doorway to turn to look at the two men, Steve stepping back from Bucky to look down at him as he wiped at his face, a teary smile crossing his features.

It had cost them everything, but at least there was something good going to come out of it all.

**** Chapter 33

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AN: Did I think that, for a even a moment, I would watch Vikings and not write a fic for one of my favorite characters ever? Like, did I really think-- I keep finding old gems in my files and one of them is this fic that I was working on a year ago. Ubbe is so INTENSE I just couldnt sit there and watch him not get more love, ya know? Tags: Ubbe x OC; M for Magnificent but also Mature. Gore/Violence. Romance/Slow-Burn.

Viking Sage

CHAPTER I

For a few hesitant moments, she sat in the perpetual chill of the Northern soil, doubts as brisk as the air she was inhaling clouding her mind.

Perhaps she ought not follow rash impulses and heed the devil’s tune. Perhaps she ought to be reasonable and sane, for what she was to execute was no child’s play. Perhaps she even be merciful; her father always spoke grandly the trait of forgiveness for not many possessed it. Or perhaps she ought to damn it all and off with the murderer’s head, for a terrible vengeance crackled in her blood and caused fury to beat in her heart.

Raiders, rapists, heathens, fell upon her home alike a plague and left nothing but death in their wake. Blood of her neighbours. Blood of her parents. Blood of women drawn without consent and their wombs ravaged and forced to swell. How many clots of flesh had she seen being expelled from bodies? How many limbs and cuts sewn back together to give the dead a more dignified burial? How many tears spilled over bodies of loved ones, terror-struck faces with eyes carrying wounds that not even time could heal?

Yet, to her, nothing was more terrorizing than the absence of Tanaruz. Sweet, beautiful Tanaruz. Her blood; her heart. Her everything. She was not among the pile of bodies they left to rot; she was elsewhere, taken as a slave with the rest to serve in the land of killers.

Dhayl craned her neck to examine one especially revered killer.

They called him Ubbe Lothbrok, a Budlungr, son of a famous raider king Ragnar Lothbrok. His people came for her home and ripped her loved ones out of her arms. Now, blood was due upon the blade, and she had long sharpened it for the slaughter.

At that, her anger flared, and she nodded. They would pay. Verdict made, she rose and grabbed a cup of icy water—and splashed it in the man’s face.

The burly man came awake with a snarl, and eyes of the clearest blue, arresting her with their colour and intensity, snapped up at her. He heaved, angrily, furiously, and lurched at her—and failed. Chains bound him to a tree, and ropes hugged his legs together in his seated position on the ground.

He was not getting a mat; he was not worthy of such comfort.

When he realized he could not reach her, he, after a moment, to her utter surprise, settled comfortably into his chains and regarded her in silence. She at the very least expected the unchivalrous display of his discontent with a spit on the ground to her feet.

‘’Hm,’’ he voiced roughly, eyes quickly giving her an onceover. ‘’You do not look helpless.’’ Studying his many traits—a skilled hunter being one—she’d bated her time in the woods when he’d ventured into them to hunt for dinner. She’d cried out, pretending to be a wounded traveller, and he’d come to her, failing to understand that the then predator was truly a tricked prey.

‘’No,’’ Dhayl said, looking down at him. Then, she crouched; her head tilted, and she returned his examination with an examination of her own. ‘’I never was. Never will be.’’ Her fingers reached for the blood trickling down his temple—courtesy from her—and smeared it down his face. ‘’But you are. Helpless, that is. Oh, you look hopeless and at my mercy.’’

False. He did not at all look the unable man she was making him out to be. Even chained and bleeding, he very much exuded an energy that could level an army in a heartbeat. She ought to be cautious; she had seen what this man could do first-hand. He had done it many times. Her, on the other hand? She’d never chained up a man before. Especially a lethal one, at that.

It must be done, she reminded herself. And you must be strong. Her fingers slowly travelled up and dug in to the wound. The muscle below his eye ticked at that. ‘’Did I press a nerve? I might have had. Indeed, what king likes his wounds probed?’’

A soft laugh escaped his throat, and then a deeper one, though that too was short-lived. They were laughs that humoured her. She did not like it. ‘’You know me.’’

‘’Yes. I watched you for a very long time.’’

‘’Have you now?’’

‘’Yes.’’

‘’And?’’

‘’And I thought you were perfect for questioning.’’

‘’Hm,’’ came the rough response again as he tilted his head forward. ‘’If you had watched me for a very long time, then you would know better than to question me.’’

‘’Better than most. But, no, you are exactly the right person for such an act. You are exactly what I am looking for.’’

‘’What makes you believe so?’’

‘’Call it intuition.’’

Another rough sound. ‘’Mine says you are not walking out of these woods alive. I tend to harbour a strong adherence to mine.’’

‘’And I tend to wear mine around my heart. It goes off like church bells. Do you have a heart? I thought not. I win.’’

He moved his head away from her bruising touch, and sniffed. ‘’You are not from around here.’’

‘’No.’’

‘’You are different.’’

‘’Hm,’’ she echoed him.

‘’That means you do not know my people, and you do not know this land, and you do not know what you have done.’’

‘’No one will find us here.’’

‘’Something will. The sky is getting dark. You do not see it; you do not know how the sun is in this part of the world, but I do. And I can see that you have no firewood to keep at bay things you do not want keeping you company at night. I see no shelter, no weapon but for the blade on your waist, and not enough food. But more than all, if you are not careful, an army will be upon you soon; pray to whatever god that they get to you first before I do.’’

‘’Get to me, then. I am right here.’’

He arrested her with those icy-blues. ‘’Have those church bells gone off yet?’’

She wiped the blood on her fingers on his attire before uncurling to her full height. I’m in charge here. She squared her shoulders. I have the advantage over this Viking. Despite her braving words, a danger she was not at all acquainted with glimmered behind those long, spiky lashes, and for the life of her, Dhayl could not shake off the shivers that abraded her skin.

“It took me a long while before I could find your people, find you. Many a year I lost on my travels and searches to better myself so I could best face you. I have not come unprepared. I have come light. It only takes a slice from this knife that so feebly hangs from my waist to bleed you dry—and I will. You reign as a lawmaker, but disregard any law that befits your tastes not. It is alike cheap ale to your kind, the kind that abhors difference and demands beyond their proper share. You pillage and plunder, rape and defile, and steal what belongs to you not. Tell me one thing, Viking, and tell me this honestly if you value your life at all: a few years ago, your people fell upon my home in the Mediterranean alike a curse, and you took a girl by the name Tanaruz. Where is she?”

It was quick as lightning, but the Viking’s brilliant eyes flashed with momentary sincerity before the expression fell away and confusion distorted his fine brows. He knew something. Dhayl was sure of it. Hope, though she fought it, as it was too early, bloomed in her chest. “We are a people of trade and travel, that is our way. To be great and established, that is our way. To be violent and bloody, that is also our way. I know not of the girl you speak; many slaves came and left our country. Many slaves we traded to other neighbouring kingdoms. We do not keep record of each ones’ names. Perhaps you mistake us, mistake me, for another.”

“I do not!” Dhayl retaliated. “Do not take me for a fool; it is not the Vikings of Kieven Rus that came to us—they wouldn’t dare. Moreover, they are better civilized than your people, as they established proper contract of trade with our Emir before they even considered shedding blood. Ubbe Lothbrok, son of the famous raider Ragnar Lothbrok, it is your brother, Bjorn Ironside, that lead the attack on Andalusia. Your younger brother, Hvitzerk, accompanied your travels, too. You desecrated our place of worship, burned our homes, and stole our children from us. Or do I have my facts wrong? I don’t need you to answer that—I know the answer. Now, one of the girls you took happens to be my sister. I’m sure she is a grown woman now, but taking in my appearance, as we do strikingly look more alike than not, you must recall someone of such similarity.”

“I commend your memory, but I do not.”

She grit her teeth. “Try.”

“Unbind me, and I will help you look for this sister of yours. Wherever it is that she may be. But you will not get anything out of me before that.”

Dhayl inched closer to him, and the Viking merely sniffed, gazing up at her and nonchalantly shifting the weight of his legs against the binding ropes. “It appears you value your life not.” Unsheathing the blade, she inched even closer. “Trade, you say, but you could not even trade innocent information to save your own life. I do not think you were fashioned for such deals.”

The Viking moved fast, striking his booted feet against her ankles and knocking her over. Before she could gather her bearings, a powerful kick to her temple sent her propelling to her side, and oblivion, with an overwhelming wave, washed over her as her lids fluttered shut.

UBBE worked fast. With the tip of his boot, he kicked the blade that had fallen from her grasp closer to him. With much effort, he, with his feet and the slight bending of his knees, succeeded in planting it by his roped legs. A difficult feat, but not impossible. Striking fast and hard, he moved his ropes against its sharp side. When a few trusses fell apart, Ubbe, with a powerful flex from his legs, kicked outwards, the force of it breaking the rope completely from its sturdy bind.

Wiggling his legs free, he instead threw them over the female’s body and dragged her to him. Inch by inch, her body slid closer to his, dirt caking her dark curls and attire. When he had her where he wanted her, he used his legs to turn her from side to side, looking for the keys to the chains she must have. He didn’t find them.

Cursing under his breath, Ubbe worked against the iron locks and uncurled to his full height. By the time he did, his arms and back were burning from the chaffing they’d endured from both the chains and the tree. No matter, he’d known worse pains than these. These, being mere inconveniences. Gazing up, he noted the thinning of the tree’s trunk and deftly nodded.

Until he saw the thick branches extending from it. She’d chosen a good tree.

Gnashing his teeth, he fought against his likely fate, his exertions marring his body. He would uproot this tree if that was what was needed. For a long moment, he kept at it—until he came upon the realization that not only did the female bind him to a tree with chains, but bound him to a tree with two thick chains, for no single chain could extend as long, and, thus, tutting a finger at even the slightest notion of escape entertaining his mind.

Resting his head against the trunk, Ubbe glanced up at the sky and shut his eyes—and laughed.

Give me patience, All Father.

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bush-viper-cutie · 4 years ago

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“On the Run” || YEAR 3 – Ch.3 (HP au)

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Day posted: 7/17/2020

Word count: 3,119

Relationship: EVENTUAL severus X oc (slow burn)

Rating: E for everyone

Warnings: none

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A/N: This is my first fan fic I’m writing mainly as a way to practice. This is a retelling of the hp books with an inserted character. Although most every character will be written about, this is mostly for the pro snape fandom. Please do not fear, although this is a severus x oc story, it is an incredibly slow burn as I do not intend for them to get together at all until after the final book events. Chapters will be posted twice a week.

This derivative work follows the events of the Harry Potter books by Jk Rowling and is intended as a fun way to practice my writing. Thank you for reading :D

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They had walked for a good thirty minutes before collapsing onto a bench under a light. They were sleepy, tired, exhausted, and starving now. The small meal they were allowed to have had now been burned and their bodies were begging for more sustenance. The night was cold and the wind cut like paper despite how hot it had been earlier that day. The moon was hiding behind clouds and the air was unusually silent for what they were used to.

Privet Drive was normally quiet, not silent, out at night. They could always hear the Dursleys and sometimes even the neighbors as they talked about their new fancy cars or how delicious their wife’s meals had been that night.

Now the street was empty, most lights were out, and things barely looked recognizable. Harry had run off in such a hurry she was sure they had taken a turn down a new area they hadn’t ever been to and the eeriness of the night was setting in.

She remembered the escaped prisoner and knew she needed to get them back, even if it was very unlikely that he’d be walking around Little Whinging – if that was still where they even were. She caught her breath and calmed her heart.

“Harry, we have to go back.”

“We can’t,” he no longer sounded mad and determined, but scared.

Heather put a hand on his shoulder, “Yes we can. We just need to get a hold of a wizard, make her better, and accept whatever punishment they give us.”

“Murder. The Dursleys will kill us,” Harry hung his head and pressed his hands to his face.

“They’re too boring for murder. If anything, they’ll give us up and we might end up with a new, much nicer family,” Heather leaned down and smiled, trying to catch his attention.

“Or we’ll be separated.”

She sat back and sighed, “I won’t let that happen. We’ll talk to people and – ”

“YOU CAN’T DO ANYTHING. You’re not going talk your way out of getting us separated – you think you can fix things and you can’t!”

She stood suddenly, towering over him, “You’re right. My job is KEEPING THINGS FROM HAPPENING. And YOUR job is BREAKING EVERYTHING AND HAVING IT ALL GO YOUR WAY.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he stood and pushed her back.

“You know exactly what,” she pushed harder.

Harry fell back, tripping over his trunk and winced in pain.

“Sorry! I – ”

He held up his hand, cutting her off, “What if… what if we fly to London? We could get our money and live somewhere else with it!”

She put her hands on her hips, “How would we fly there? Our trunks are heavy, we can’t use magic, and Muggles will see us.”

“Well for starters, we’re probably expelled so we can use magic just fine now – ”

Heather winced, not realizing how horrible the situation really was.

“Which means we can make our trunks light as feathers and mount them on the brooms. And last, well its night and dark and everyone’s asleep,” he dusted himself off and opened his trunk, searching for something.

“We can’t just – ”

Harry turned around, scanning the area behind them and she followed his lead, feeling like something was watching them. They both fixed their eyes on the rustling bushes on the other side of the street. They took out their wands and Harry cast Lumos, shining bright light ahead of them.

Heather’s hand went for Harry’s arm and squeezed tight as two large gleaming eyes came forward out of the bush. A large dark lump stepped out onto the curb, keeping its fierce eyes steady, and bared its large teeth. She pulled Harry back and they stepped slowly away from whatever black creature was inching towards them.

BANG

They jumped even farther back and both of them fell onto their trunks as a large purple object appeared in front of them before their eyes. She looked up at the glass doors of a giant triple decker bus as it swooshed open and a conductor in a matching purple uniform hopped down the stairs and looked down at them.

“’Choo two call for The Knight Bus?”

Harry stood quickly and walked around the side to where the beast was and came back shaking his head. The conductor looked at them funny and repeated his question slower.

Heather looked around and shrugged, and then nodded, “…Yes.”

“Then welcome! The Knight Bus will take u anywhere you wish, just say the place and you’ll be on your way! I’m Stan Shunpike, your conductor this night and that,” he jabbed his thumb back at the driver, “Is Ernie Prang.”

Heather turned to Harry and whispered, “We can go back now and – ”

“How much to get to London?” Harry picked up his trunk and walked towards Stan.

“’Leven Sickles,” he squinted at Harry’s forehead.

Heather coughed and directed Stan’s attention away while Harry fixed his hair to cover his scar, “No, sorry, we’re going to Privet Drive.”

“Well I’M going to the Leaky Cauldron in London,” Harry reached into his trunk and took out eleven sickles and handed them to Stan. “You can take her wherever she wants,” he boarded the bus.

Heather scoffed and kicked open her trunk, dug out eleven sickles and dropped it into Stan’s open hand. She kicked her trunk closed and dragged it up the steps. She stood next to Harry, looking at five beds on the floor of the bus, all empty but one, containing a snoring old man with a bright orange night cap.

“You can ‘ave that one, and you this one,” Stan pointed at the two closest beds. “Right, now it’s all settled – Do your thing, Ern!”

BANG

They fell back onto the bed behind the driver as the bus shot forward at incredible speeds. Harry and Heather pressed their faces against the window and watched the lights and cars zoom passed like lightning, street after street.

“H-how fast are we going? It l-looks really fast,” Harry gripped the metal rail tight as they turned a corner on only the left side wheels.

Heather gripped the bed frame to keep from rolling off the bed.

“Don’ know… fast. That’s for sure,” Stan leaned on the armrest of Ernie’s reclining chair. “Five seconds an’ we’re in Wales.”

They watched Stan walk to the wooden staircase and call out to a “Madam Marsh” before turning back to them. “So woss your names.”

“Er,” Harry looked at Heather.

She shook her head and shrugged at him.

“I’m… N…eville… Neville Longbottom.”

“Right… and I’m Heather… Longbottom,” she pressed her lips together and waited for a reaction from Stan.

“Wuh, siblings or somethin’?”

“Yes,” Harry grinned, “Twins actually.”

Stan grinned back and scratched at the few pimples on his chin, “Never met twins before, that’s coo’.”

They nodded and huddled closer on the bed as they narrowly avoided two red double-deckers on the street. Stan either had no regard for his life or had complete and utter confidence in the old man with thick round glasses squinting behind the giant wheel.

BANG

The bus stopped and the bed slid forward. They barely had enough time to bring their legs up onto the bed when the side crashed behind the small driver’s wall. Stan kicked them back and helped an older woman get off the bus.

BANG

They were sent back like a set of marbles trapped in a pinball machine. How the other wizard was still asleep was beyond Heather, but it was incredible seeing a whole new part to the wizarding world besides shoppers, teachers, and students.

“How old are you?” Heather call out to Stan.

He cupped his hands, “Nineteen.”

BANG

They were sent forward and bounced back, and two more wizards boarded and headed to the third floor. As Heather’s eyes followed them up she noticed a fancy chandelier hanging from the ceiling of the bus. It swung ominously over them.

BANG

They bumped the back bed and rolled forward.

“When are we getting there,” Harry held his stomach.

Stan took out a large pocket watch, “In a minute.” He sat on the armrest again and unfolded the Daily Prophet.

Heather gasped as the same escaped convict on the muggle news stared back at them from the front page.

“That’s… Who is that? He was on the Muggle news!” Harry pointed.

“Neville, where you been? That’s Sirius Black, that is. Only wizard to have EVER escaped from Azkaban,” Stan tisked them and turned back to the page he was on, “Woz a big You-Know-‘Oo supporter. An’ only murdered thirteen people…” he looked at them from over the paper, “You two know of ‘Arry Potter, don’t you?”

They nodded quickly and Harry flattened his hair again.

“Good, at least. Well when he defeated You-Know-‘Oo, Sirius Black thought he’d take over, well it took a whole team of Aurors to bring ‘im in and all he did was laugh… Mad fellow, innee, Ern?”

BANG

The bed shot forward and bounced back, knocking Harry and Heather against each other.

“Well, ‘ere it is, the Leaky Cauldron,” Stan dragged Harry’s trunk from under his bed and rolled it down the stairs.

“Harry, look, you can wait here and I’ll go back and sort things out. You have enough for a few nights stay right?”

Harry frowned at her, “Sure. Whatever. If you’d rather live with the Dursleys – ”

She sighed, starting to get frustrated, “We need to stay somewhere permanent. We don’t have jobs. And if we’ve been expelled, we’ll have our wands snapped like Hagrid which means no magic.”

Harry’s frown disappeared and his expression turned worried again, “F-fine… Get in touch with me… somehow. I have enough for a week without your help so, either come back tomorrow if you can’t fix things or send Hedwig to me when she gets back.”

She nodded.

“At least the Weasleys will be back in two weeks,” Harry walked off the bus and rolled his trunk through the barely noticeable doors on the street.

Stan jumped back on and turned to her, “You’re the last one. So where to then?”

“4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey…” Heather sat back down on the front bed and held on tight as they shot forward again.

If it took thirty minutes to get to the Leaky Cauldron in London from the street they had stopped at, then it took around ten to make it back to Privet Drive. The bus halted in front of the Dursley’s house, whose lights were all still on.

She could see figures through the closed curtains, moving about and a strange pink car parked on the driveway. She picked up her trunk and headed out, waving goodbye to Stan and Ernie. The gravel crunched under her shoes and the night air howled through the tree leaves. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Within seconds the door flew open and an extremely tall and slightly chubby woman with a flashy eyeshadow smiled down at her.

“Ah, Miss Potter, dear, come in!”

Heather stepped through and looked at her awkwardly as the woman looked around outside before closing the door.

“Where is that wonderful brother of yours, dear?”

“He… uh… who are you?” Heather reached for her wand and held it firmly behind her, just in case.

“I’m from the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad – the Minister of Magic sent us, Cornelius Fudge,” she smiled and pushed her through to the living room.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were seated on the couch across from a much smaller – older than even Dumbledore – man with a blue-feathered hat, who sat patiently sipping tea while Marge deflated in the backyard. The Tall woman took out a measuring tape and walked through the kitchen and out the glass doors to Marge and measured her arms, legs, head, neck, and waist.

She walked back in with a big grin, “Just a few more inches.”

“What will she say after all this!” Uncle Vernon grumbled and looked over at her, “So you’re back now, are you? Couldn’t handle the real world out there, could you?”

“Now, now, a deal’s a deal,” the tiny old man sung, “We put everything back to normal and the wee Potters can stay as they were, right here in their home.”

“MY home,” Uncle Vernon grumbled again.

“Where is your brother, dear?” the tall woman looked around again and down at Heather’s trunk.

“Not here… At the Leaky Cauldron – ”

“Ah, well then he’ll see the Minister of Magic there – he thought that was where he’d go – only a shame we couldn’t meet him.”

“Shame,” the tiny man repeated and took a sip of tea.

“Is… he in trouble? Are we expelled?”

“Oh dear, of course not! For blowing up your Aunt?” she laughed.

Uncle Vernon made a disgruntled noise.

“So…” Heather was trying to wrap her head around everything, “But last year a house elf’s magic got us in trouble – ”

“We should leave the past in the past, unless you’ve got yourself the right permits” the tiny man laughed, “Your brother will be staying there for the remainder of your vacation and there should be a room there for you too, paid for by the Ministry of course.”

Heather blinked multiple times, trying to understand how it was possible for Harry to have blown up Marge only to get them free rooms at Diagon Alley. She excused herself and walked out of the room and made her way up the stairs. Dudley was sitting on his bed watching his tv when she walked by and saw him jump off the bed and hide under it.

She walked into the bathroom and locked the door. She took a deep breath and crumpled onto the soft lime green mat, mentally and emotionally exhausted. She rolled onto her back and winced, digging out from under her a sharp green letter.

“I forgot!”

She unfurled it and ripped it open, pulling out a nice thick green card from inside.

‘Potter. If you don’t want to lose your spot on the team then I suggest you practice. You can either do a mediocre job with those Weasleys or you can come over to actually train with an experienced player.

– Draco Malfoy.’

It had slanted writing but overall, it was pretty neat, neater than Harry’s at least. She ran her hands through her hair and sat there thinking. He was right about them possibly losing their places if they didn’t train like Marcus wanted, with specific drills and everything. She loved Quidditch, almost as much as potions and herbology, and way more than art… but not as much as Harry and not more than she liked her friends who would likely see her going over as betrayal.

She laid back down and thrashed about angrily before sitting up and accepting how things where. She opened the door, walked out – ignoring Dudley’s squeal – and passed their open bedroom door when she saw Hedwig standing on the windowsill.

She ran over and took the letter from her beak.

��Heather! Everything’s ok we aren’t going to Azkaban and we aren’t expelled! The Dursleys have to take us back and we get our own rooms here! For three weeks! For free! Food too! No punishments! Can you believe it? Hurry back!’

She frowned and took out a pen from their desk drawer, flipping the parchment over to respond.

‘I didn’t know YOU could have gone to Azkaban. And good we aren’t expelled.’

She paused and thought some more about Draco’s letter. She hated how happy he was everything worked out. He should have at least gotten a stern talking to… Well maybe she could make him see that not everything turns out well. She continued writing:

‘But the Dursleys are still extremely upset. I told them it was me since I’m the one back, and they say if I clean up around the house and do all the chores for the rest of vacation, then they won’t make us sleep outside next summer.’

“There.”

She would be killing four birds with one stone now. He would see she was right to come back, that there WERE repercussions to his actions, he would feel guilty, and she’d be able to go train with Draco without Harry knowing. She looked at the letter for a bit longer, knowing how guilty she’d feel lying like this. Not to mention the fact that last year Draco was saying awful stuff about Hermione and all the other muggle-borns…

“But Quidditch…” she groaned.

It wasn’t fair lots of Slytherins had such bad attitudes and opinions. She hadn’t even made any friends in her house yet for fear they’d be bad people and Harry, Ron, and Hermione would disapprove. And it was even worse that the only person her age on the team was a Malfoy. But she didn’t want to lose her place. And for the moment, he was the only one who was willing to go through all of Marcus’ drills with her and knew what they were.

“It’s not like we can play Quidditch in Diagon Alley,” she smiled and tied the letter to Hedwig’s leg, “See you, Hedwig. Make sure Harry is keeping me updated, alright?”

Hedwig hooted happily and flew away into the night. She went back downstairs and watched as Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia got Marge into the house and up the stairs.

“Memory wiped and no harm done,” the tall woman smiled, “Shall we give you a lift?”

Heather smiled back, “That would be great, thank you… Do you know where Malfoy Manor is?”

The woman frowned, “My dear, are you sure you wouldn’t rather be with Harry Potter? The Malfoys – ”

“I’m sure, thanks,” Heather cut her off as politely as possible.

She knew everything she’d say. How could a POTTER go to the house or even be friends with a MALFOY, former Voldemort Supporters? Mortal enemies of famous HARRY POTTER? Well, multiple people have also asked how she, a Potter, could be a Slytherin and so it didn’t matter to her. All she wanted, was to be just as good at Quidditch as Harry – so long as it was still fun – and prove BOTH Potters were skilled and powerful. Not just Harry.

“I’ll put your trunk in the back then,” the tall woman exited the house.

Heather followed the other wizard to the car and got settled in the back. The woman closed the trunk and got in the diver’s side and started the car, pulled out and headed away from Privet Drive and to what Heather hoped was Malfoy Manor and not the Leaky Cauldron.

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alwaysrunningoutoftime · 5 years ago

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Your Friendly Neighbourhood, Wizard. (Alex Russo/Justin Russo Fanfiction)

Prologue

Pairing: Superhero! Alex Russo x Justin Russo, Slowburn.

Genre: Action, Humour, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Romance

Warnings: mild/explicit language, Injuries, sisterxbrother.

Set: After Season 4x10 "Wizards Vs. Angels" (Which is somewhat heavily involved in both Alex and Justin’s separate storylines.) + “Back to Max”.

Est. Length: 8 Chapters.

Summary: After defeating the dark angels, Justin continues to teach his delinquent class unconsciously suppressing his guilt over the ramifications of the moral compass. Simultaneously, Alex unconventionally stumbles into a superhero gig. Inept and unprepared, great power and an even greater burden is placed on her shoulders. Bothered by his sisters reoccurring absence, Justin determinedly investigates her distant behaviour. Meanwhile, Alex is forced to face a truth she’d always buried, discovering it unwillingly from a formidable powerful being she will have to defeat.

Disclaimer/Author's Note: I’ve been brainstorming this fic probably since quarantine started. It’s mostly inspired by Spiderman! Into the Spiderverse, Holland! Spiderman and Garfield! Spiderman. As well as the looks and feel of DC Comic’s Raven and Marvel’s Scarlet Witch. Other inspirations include music from Birds of Prey, On My Block, Euphoria. All of which I do not own. In addition, I sadly do not own Wizards of Waverly Place.

However, Alex’s origin story is wholly my own that I personally thought up myself (so let’s hope it’s believable) and if it correlates with any other superhero storyline it’s purely coincidental. The OC’s are also obviously my own creation.

“Do you know why you’re here, Alex Russo?”

“Ummm…” Alex backed up at the man's intense stare. She was pretty sure he was going for intimidation, but it fell short landing right on uncomfortable. “Not really…”

“Well, young lady,” His words were layered thick with haughtiness. Alex had just met the man today and she already knew she disliked him. “It seems you were part of a riot in central park.”

“No…” She narrowed her eyes at him, shook her head, even elongated the word in an attempt to get it through his thick skull. “I was trying to get home.”

She was actually trying to find her wand, but he didn’t need to know that. The wand that Rosie and Gorog decided to fling off the dark realm tower. The detailed image of it glowing magic in the night sky as it twirled to its doom stayed seared to the front of her mind. She could even hear her own cry for it as everyone watched it go. My wand.

“So what were you doing in Central Park?” Right after returning the moral compass she searched Central Park assuming it had landed there. Key word: assuming. It was hard to calculate where objects falling off towers landed. For her, it was hard to calculate in general.

“A girl can’t go to one of New York City's finest parks just for the fuc- fun of it.” She replied with a smile, catching herself before she swore. It was just her luck to get the arrogant, novice, goody-two-shoes, by-the-book cop. They didn’t enjoy it when she did that.

“And you just happened to be hanging out with an enraged mob?” He asked mockingly. Okay so...she did get mixed up in a riot. Which wasn’t her fault. She was too focused at the task at hand to pay any attention to the crowd of screaming people she had walked through. What was more concerning was that one of those fuckers was stepping all over her wand, or worse one of them had already snapped its cherry redness in two.

“I wasn’t hanging out with them-”

“Yeah, instead you were disturbing the peace and provoking assaults.” Alex had to stay low to the ground for any sign of her wand which perhaps caused a few people to accidentally trip over her. There was also a minor possibility that her assertive bumping into others unintentionally started some fights. This all lead to Richard here (according to his desk tag), cuffing her and bringing her to the NYPD Central Park precinct. Meaning her wand had been left behind, defenceless against the grimy boots of crabby New Yorkers...if it was even there to begin with.

“How do you disturb the peace in a riot?” Alex fired back.

“Ms. Russo, you’ve had a record since you were twelve.” He said, abruptly switching topics and ignoring her. Rude much. To prove his point he made a show of flailing her folder around. It was a decent size for her age, Alex inwardly complimented herself. The first crime listed there was in summer 2004, when she sold those fake broadway tickets to unsuspecting tourists. That summer was a blast: hundreds of ice cream sandwiches and magazines.

“This behaviour is to be expected.” He finished. Alex suppressed an eye roll, this dude was getting on her nerves. Yes, she had a few run ins with the cops, but that didn’t mean she was always guilty of doing something vaguely illegal. Ever since she became a wizard, she'd barely caused any trouble with the mortals, Alex commended herself. Her last record was a good year ago, with a little vandalism and conning going under the radar but that was it. In their eyes, she could have set herself straight since then. Which she did.

What happened to the benefit of the doubt, what happened to believing people could change. Screw him and his patterns. And screw her wand for not being in Central Park. Now she’d have to buy a new one she sulked, slouching lower in the hard chair.

“I don’t like your attitude, Missy.” He said, noting her behaviour. ”Kids these days, not respecting the police.”

Oh my gosh, I just wanna go home. Richard Owens (what a lame name) continued typing at his computer, probably adding ‘riot starter’ to her record. He’d been holding her here for an hour now, still trying to gather evidence and witness accounts to file in her record. So far he had zero, zip, nada, not a single thing. Since everyone's memory seemed to be fuzzy, which she guessed was due to the moral compass.

Alex was annoyed at him and his cockiness. Annoyed at this hard chair that was making her butt fall asleep. Annoyed at the amount of people in this room, and how overly hot it. Would it kill them to crack open a window or turn up the air conditioning.

“Is that you, Alex Russo?” A woman said, approaching the desk. Oh finally her saviour.

“Wassup, June!” Alex grinned up at Song Namjoo, or June, as Alex called her. Much to Namjoo's displeasure. Not so much the name as it was Alex being an annoying little shit.

“What’d you do now?” She asked, placing a hand behind Alex’s chair, leaning forward to scan over the computer. The woman had her hair pulled down into its signature low bun, not a hair out of place. Her pristine police sergeant uniform was pressed to perfection with not a single crease, something Justin would greatly admire.

“No way, June you passed your Police Sergeant Exam!” Alex exclaimed. “You look dope.” She nodded in approval.

“Yeah.” June modeled for a second, before straightening her posture. “Passed about six months ago.”

“Well congratulations.” Alex smiled, genuinely proud. June was her life saver, and lowkey pain in her ass. Wherever she caused a ruckus (exclusively non magical) June would shortly be there. June had stopped a lot of unwanted things from going on her record, and also had a way of calming down Jerry and Theresa when they threatened to send her to the military. On the other hand, it's like she had some sort of Alex specific third eyes always managing to catch her in the act. Plus, her lectures were lengthy and boring and she didn't even allow Alex the option to sleep through them. In a way, she was Justin, if he were in the police force and was, you know, a Korean woman.

She shivered at the thought. Sure, Justin saved her a few too many times but that was because he was her brother. June was altruistic, she held herself with poise and grace. Like a cool aunt who'd let you off the hook halfway then let you decide for yourself the rest of the way. Besides, June was high-key a badass and Justin still cried over 'Mantooth'.

She felt a light pinch on her arm, automatically ready to shout 'POLICE BRUTALITY!' catching herself as she connected eyes with June.

June subtly raised an eyebrow in question towards Alex as if to say ‘What did you do now?’ Alex shrugged in response, her face saying ‘I’m innocent I swear’. June in turn gave her a half believing/ half disbelieving expression, before rolling her eyes. Which was always code for ‘Fine, I believe you’. After knowing June for a good 5 years they'd learned to read each others facial expressions pretty well. It helped with her record, it definitely helped with the parents.

“Okay really Richard a riot starter.” June stared at the man with clear judgement on her face. “Leave the girl alone. We have bigger things to worry about then a riot starter.”

“Oh, like what, June?” Richard goaded. First he disrespects Alex, and now June. Alex doesn’t know a lot of things she will admit, but she picked up on workplace professionalism. To begin with June was a higher ranking officer meaning she was above him. And Richard said her name without its formal title, displaying a lack of respect. Alex watched as June’s expression turned perplexed, or more accurately her ‘bitch, what did you just say?’ look. Alex wished she had popcorn now and a comfy chair.

“First of all, that is Sergeant Song to you Richard. Secondly, maybe you’ve been on desk duty for too long but we’re dealing with a lot more than riots.” June started. This was gonna be good. “There have been innumerable cases of aggravated assaults, burglaries, thefts, property crimes, arsons, and attempted murders. The crime rate has exponentially increased on this day alone. It’s worst than the 80s, Richard.” As the venom dripped from June’s mouth, Alex was quickly realizing what truly happened this night. “Every precinct in New York is packed to the brim and every hospital too. There are more citizens than staff members. And to top it off, a lot of these people had no previous record before this night. No explanation why they would do this and barely any remembrance of what they did. Not even a full moon could explain this utter fuckery!” She exclaimed, motioning around the precinct.

Alex cringed, knowing exactly what had caused this, or more accurately who. She didn’t realize how serious turning that moral compass was. It had only felt like a game of tug a war with her brother like what they did as kids. She even played around with him, tricking him into thinking he had broken the thing so she’d gain the upper hand. When they were flying above the dark realm tower, pulling and pushing they felt so far removed from the world. It was literal child’s play, no throwing punches, no broken bones just like a high school grip test.

But, she could see the damage they caused now. The place was overfilled with people. At each desk, in the cells, standing around. Some bleeding out, others with lost expressions on their faces, the ones she couldn’t even look at were the people crying. All these people had done something bad or suffered because of it. All because that moral compass pointed in the wrong direction a little too long.

“And out of everyone in that riot you chose the person farthest from the action, a clear bystander.” Alex wanted to laugh bitterly at that, if only these people knew just how involved she really was in this. If only they knew their desire to do good relied on a floppy arrow on a disk. But, she’d never tell them this, she’d let people continue to believe they had a bigger choice in their lives. That’s what she had to do as a wizard. As long as it saved her ass. As long as it didn’t affect her.

“So yes Richard there are bigger things than a 17 year old girl.” June finished. The room was completely silent, all eyes staring at Richard. It was so quiet Alex could hear the sound of Richard’s ego deflating like a balloon, saw his face turning as red as a tomato until he resembled a sheepish boy who had just been scolded by his mom in front of all his friends. She couldn’t even take pleasure in his pain, now faced with her own mistakes.

Ha, take that dick. She tried to lighten her spirits. Cause like dick is the nickname for Richard. It didn’t work that well.

And…

Richard let her go, with no new record of ‘inciting a riot’, all thanks to June and how she completely dragged him through the mud.

June walked her to the front door of the precinct, stopping at the door.

“Okay bye Alex. I wish I didn’t have to say this…” June said, taking a deep breathe and closing her eyes to ground herself. “See you soon.” She gave a fake smile.

“You know me so well June. I’ll be sure to bring my best stuff next time, though.” Alex replied back keeping her humour up. She was still a little unsettled at the amount of people she saw on her way out.

“Aha.” June laughed drily, clearly not amused. “Stay in school, kid." And then she was pushed out of the building.

Just as Alex took her first steps away from the precinct, "Hey! The streets are worse tonight, stay safe Alex.” June shouted before shutting the door.

Alex looked back, a sigh heavy on her lips. She composed herself, her mood quickly lightening at the prospect of going home. Which meant her bed, which meant lying down, which meant sleep.

She wouldn’t walk of course. Use magic, definitely. If someone thought she was gonna walk home, they were sadly mistaken.

Looking around to see if anyone was watching she backed into the nearest alley.

“Woah, watch out kid!-”

She was pushed with brute force into the alley wall. Are you kidding me? She smacked right into the bricks, her elbows preventing her face from getting smashed. Hadn’t she been jostled enough today. She stiffened as she felt a bolt of magic graze past her, causing the hairs on her arms to stand up.

Wait a minute… Magic? There was a wizard.

She turned around to see a woman in a Kevlar black suit push a man further into the alleyway. The woman threw a punch to the man’s face, a crackle of blue magic extended through her fist causing the man to crash into the wall.

“What the fuck.” Alex whispered. She must have actually hit her head because this couldn’t be real.

The woman turned to Alex, her dark blue boxer braids swinging with the movement. A mask covered half her face, but all Alex could see were her eyes glowing blue in the dark, as if rimmed with the magic. “Leave, now-“

“Watch out!” Alex screamed back, seeing the man getting up already. A bright pulse of white magic extended through his fingertips towards the masked woman, who quickly ducked dodging it, giving a swift kick to the man's stomach.

He was thrown off balance, long enough for the woman to turn to Alex shooting a burst of blue magic into her direction.

Alex brought her hand in front of her as if to stop it. Was this woman trying to kill her? She closed her eyes, ready for impact.

Then opened them to silence and a vast space of whiteness. She was in the wizard portal. The masked lady had teleported her here.

So, the blue magic lady was a wizard and a superhero…and people were still being bad even after the moral compass was returned.

Alex thought about it for a moment. Then with a shrug of her shoulders she brushed it off, beginning to walk to the lair.

Frankly, Alex was exhausted: her back hurt from flapping those wings, her knees were sore from all of the heavy landings she endured with the wings, her arms ached from that tug-a-war contest she had with Justin, her butt was sore from that hard chair, her feet ached from all the walking she did and she nearly got zapped in the face with magic. On top of all of that, she still didn’t know where her wand went.

Alex sighed in relief when she finally got to the lair. All that walking was making her even more tired. She pushed the door open, determined to get to bed and collapse. But her steps faltered when she was greeted by the sight of her brother looking down at a white feather.

It didn’t take a genius to realize the feather was Rosie’s. Alex was worried at the sight of him, grasping a feather from another lost love wasn’t a good sign. And more than that he hadn’t been himself for the past week. She’d barely talked to him for the past week, so she was nervous to see how he was after everything.

“Justin…” She began, confusion laced in her tone. He turned at her voice.“What are you doing still up? It’s late.” And also past his appointed bedtime.

“I stayed up because I owe you something.” He began. Her cherry red wand in his hand. Her glorious cherry red wand she’d been looking everywhere for. Finally, reunited with what had been plaguing her mind all night her eyes immediately brightened at the sight of it. She grasped at it with both hand, smiling down at her wand.

“I found it in Washington Square Park.” Oh, Washington Square Park. Damn she really did suck at calculating. Nevermind, the fact that it was in the complete opposite direction. “A two-headed dog had it. Pretty sure he didn’t start out that way.”

So her wand was chilling in lower Manhattan with a two headed dog as she searched the grounds of upper Manhattan, tripping people over and starting fights, and getting caught by the police. She giggled at that, amused with what her night turned into.

“Thank you.” She genuinely meant it. “What about your wand?”

“I, uh…” He held his wand up, inspecting it for a moment just to show her the sad state it was in; snapped in half with duct tape barely holding it together. She laughed at her brother’s antics. Secretly, relieved to have her brother back. Him and even his humour. Yup, he was still Justin. “I’ll find a spell to fix it.”

He set his wand down and turned to face her, an earnest expression on his face. Alex was taken aback by the swift change in atmosphere, the room suddenly feeling more serious. “And I owe you something else.”

He came forward. Her eyes flickering at his movement. Oh, And we’re hugging.

His arms wrapped around her, bending down to rest his chin on her shoulder. He quietly uttered, “Thank you for saving me.” while comfortingly rubbing her back as he always did. Ever since they were children, it was a soothing motion he always did when he hugged her. A distinct movement they could focus on together to calm down. She nodded slightly, silently appreciating the moment.

“It’s for all the times that you saved me when I wasn’t so good.”

Countless images were brought to mind, most prominent of all: a campfire in the rainforest. She began to feel nostalgic and a bit anxious. Not fond of the emotions, she quickly lightened the atmosphere. “And for a couple more times in the future, so we’re even.” She finished with a smile, satisfied with her little joke.

“No, we’re not.” Justin replied, coming to sit down on the desk beside her. “You saved the world today.”

She studied him for a moment, silently disagreeing with his words. She was only trying to get him back, everything else, saving the world was secondary to that.

She’d never admit how anxious she felt seeing Justin so unlike himself: stealing flowers, using magic in public, and stomping on people's groceries. Overall being a jerk. The worst of it was when she revealed Rosie's true nature, he still chose her, a girl he’d known for less than a month than his own sister. A dark angel, whose values would never align with his own. And when she tried one last desperate time to get him back he still chose darkness. Only turning good because of that girl. It hurt more than she thought it would.

But Alex had to remind herself of something very important: that Justin was the one influenced by dark angels. That he wasn’t himself at the time and that scarily some powers are greater than her connection to her brother. So she’d keep it to herself, shove it in the back of her mind like she usually did with all of her emotions, and ignore it, until she’d be forced to confront it.

Instead, she focused on the reassurance she’d gotten when Justin finally came back. How happy she was when he immediately told her to put the moral compass back, in that commanding voice he used when he would clean her messes. The ease she felt now that he was once again right beside her. Like a puzzle piece clicking back into place (and screw him for making her think of boring puzzles). This is where he was meant to be.

She would never say that out loud so she said, “You gave up a girl to protect it” instead.

She watched a faraway expression take on his face, familiar to the one he wore in Transylvania when he lost Juliet. He’d lost Rosie now, and a few weeks ago she'd learned she wasn't meant to be with Mason. It’s like they were both cursed to never have a happy ending. Only ending up with the comfort of each other.

She didn’t think about how established this felt. Or the strange notion that perhaps this was how her happy ending was supposed to be.

In an attempt to stop herself from wandering too far back in her mind, she asked him. “Why do we have to keep dealing with stuff like this?” He was Justin and he always had the answer. She could always count on him.

“We’re wizards.” And it was like that was the be all, end all. “I don’t think we have a choice.” The plain and simple answer.

It was horrible how that answer alone made complete sense to her. How she’d just thought about it in that overpacked precinct. All of her mistakes and losses were always tied into being a wizard.

So, maybe she was past the point of caring, past sadness and moving into delirium with a little sprinkle dead tiredness because she smiled instead. She smiled up at him and he caught her before she turned away. He bumped her with his shoulder, bouncing her away and back to him.

They were settling back into their pattern. Just the two of them: Justin and Alex. She sighed contentedly and a little tiredly resting her head on her big brother's shoulder, feeling his head rest on hers.

For all her mistakes and all her losses at least she always had her Justin.

And she hoped he knew for all his mistakes and all his losses he’d always have his Alex.

She closed her eyes, fully ready to sleep.

“We’ll be okay, right?” Justin quietly asked.

Alex yawned, furrowing her brows slightly at the unexpected question. Maybe they should have been more aware in this moment, appreciated it more. Maybe she could have helped him better if she’d paid more attention. Maybe, he could have protected her better from darker things than angels.

“Yeah, we’ll be fine.”

For Alex would soon face a burden so great it would compromise her relationship with those around her. After all, with great power comes great responsibility.

#Wizards of Waverly Place #wowp #Alex Russo #Justin Russo #Jalex #Fanfiction #Alex Russo x Justin Russo #Justin Russo x Alex Russo #Alex x Justin #Justin x Alex #mystories #wizards of waverly place fanfiction #wowp fanfiction #myfanfiction

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beelsfeels · 4 years ago

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A profile of my Obey Me OC, Shoshi! (Pronounced like Yoshi)

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Name: Shoshi (short for Shoshana)

Age: 27

Pronouns: She/They

Sexuality: Bi

Height: 5′6″

Background: raised Jewish, got into Jewish Mysticism as an adult, began worshiping Lilith, and has Lilith's sigil tattooed beneath her bellybutton. She feels VERY awkward about it in the House of Lamentation.

Random HC: Namaah exists at RAD and is a totally hottie BAMF that Shoshi has a Huge Gay Crush on, to the point she can't really form cohesive thoughts around her, a fact that Satan and Asmodeus love to team up and exploit for the LOLs.

Summary: Horny-For-Yall Death-Wish with Crippling Anxiety. Copes with humor and memes. The ultimate self-insert.

Relationships with the brothers:

Lucifer:

- Shoshi and Lucy have a very complex relationship, she both admires and is intimidated by the eldest.

- Shoshi is a huge brat and it gets her in trouble a LOT with Lucifer. He goes easy on her though, which is good because her anxiety skyrockets when this man get That Look™️ when anyone is acting up.

- When Lucifer tried to intimidate her at Diavolo's weekend retreat while dancing, Shoshi straight up cussed him out and stormed off to the balcony to angry cry.

- Eventually had an argument so heated she wasn't sure if she was about to be murdered or have the best sex of her life.

- it was the latter

- they started casually dating after that, and Shoshi would often stay up late with Lucifer to keep him company while he does paperwork.

- Lucifer is very protective of her, and often walks her to each of her classes, a hand on her lower back. This draws many stares from the other students and becomes harder for her to make friends outside of the HoL.

- HC that Lucifer teaches one of her classes and she can NOT pay attention which earns her lots of after class "punishments"

- listen up, Morningstar

- "What did you just call me?"

- ::books it at high velocity towards wherever Diavolo is::

Mammon:

- Shoshi is his Ride or Die (Ride AND die more like) best friend.

- will destroy anyone who talks crap on the 2nd eldest.

- maybe a tiny human but WILL throw hands for his honor

- always ends in Mammon having to save her which is counterintuitive

- they share one (1) braincell when they are together and it's full of the literal worst ideas.

- snuggle buddies, Mammon won't admit he likes her out loud but will end up in her room Every Night that Lucifer hasn't already sanctioned her time.

- Jealous of her relationships with every other brother, but will tolerated a three way spoon with Beel since he's a walking teddy bear.

- "after this hare brained scheme we will have enough money to buy you a bigger bed"

- they never do

- invented a silent eye contact language for when Lucifer is lecturing them for hours about how irresponsible they have been.

Leviathan

-Leviachan! ::Jump hugs him::

-"Shoshi!! You can't just hug me without warning!"

-Levi is always having a heart attack around Shoshi either because she's flirting with him or she's absolutely crushing him at video games

-Shoshi would literally die for this boy, is absolutely in love with this Otaku king.

-she thinks it is unrequited until one night she's crushing him too hard at Mario Kart and he finds ways to... Distract her.

-Shoshi will protect Levi at all costs and he REALLY doesn't need her to, why does this human think she can take on everyone she's so bad at fighting.

-what that tail do?

-"please stop asking me that"

Satan

-fast burn enemies to lovers

-Satan does not appriciate Shoshi's humor, as it relates to him.

-"Shosh, do you want to study together tonight?"

-Not Today, Satan

-"Shoshi I brought you your homework"

-Hail Satan!

-Turns into her closest confidant

-lots of book reading, philosophical conversations, and wine nights

-Got Satan to join her in her morning yoga rituals to help with his wrath problem

-Loves going on dates with Satan, he's so upfront and honest, though not as affectionate as she would like

-she respects his personal space

-he lectures her on her "death wish" for all the times she says "fight me" unless it's to Lucifer then he buys her a new book or hands her a kitten he happened to have on hand.

-cat memes back and forth 24/7

-Her actual "first demon" 😉

-"You little brat" (that is a threat)

-she loves it

Asmodeus

- gossip girls

- weekly bath night, bubble bath, face masks, painting each other's nails

- Asmo gives her all the latest DevilDom gossip, and even when it's about people she doesn't know at all she will still chug that tea

- casual nakedness, don't pop into one of their hangouts if you're not ready for an eyeful

- Satan learned that the hard way

- Beel also did, but didn't mind as much

- has to literally put a ward on the door to keep Mammon from busting into Asmos room and dragging Shoshi out

- "no older brothers allowed" sign on the door.

- sneaks out to go clubbing, Shoshi doesn't drink much but she LOVES to dance

- "describe Lucifers abs to me, do not leave out any details"

- ASmo No! i don't want to die over some glorious abs!

- "excuse you, what would be a better way to die than that??"

- also has a secret language for when Lucifer lectures them, but it involves mostly puppy dog eyes and trying to guilt Lucifer into forgiving them

- has never worked once

Beel

- the most dramatic friendship 180 in the history of the DevilDom

- Shoshi thought he was an anger issues Jock who punches walls and threatens to eat her

- Well cannibal serial killers have stated on record that humans with tattoos don't taste that good so you probably shouldn't eat me

- can't believe that worked

- staying in his room after the kitchen incident and cuddling with him in bed, talking about the loss of their sisters, and how important family was, she realizes he was a soft boi that needed protected

- that night beel became her second demon 😉

- Shoshi loves cooking, so they cook together a lot, helping each other when they're in charge of meals

- Shoshi starts a vegetable and fruit garden outside the house of lamentation, teaching Beel how to grow food, which he takes to very well (after a few casualties of fully eaten tomato plants)

- this significantly helps the fridge situation at HoL, which all are grateful for

- the fridge checks, while occaisionally sexy, mostly actually involve Shoshi jumping at Beel to see if he will catch her (Brooklyn 99 gag style)

- "Beels what's your T-Shirt made of? Cause it feels like husband material"

- "oh, I think it's a demon cotton blend"

- I love you, my sweet Himbo.

Belphie

-Belphi take me to Majolish

-"No, I'm tired."

-Remember that one time you literally killed me

-"okay I'll be there in 5"

-Shoshi is the only one who could possibly out nap Belphie

-Beel/Belphie/ Shoshi cuddle puddles and snack nights.

-rarely hangs out with him alone because he did, in fact, murder her once

-They leave each other super soft pillows without notes or any context and it has turned into a rivalry to find the BEST pillow. Winner gets bragging and napping rights.

BONUS:

Diavolo

- You're my Dad! Boogie woogie woogie

- teaches him all the latest memes and dances

- No fear for this man, which disturbs and upsets pretty much everyone.

- one time Lucifer asked Shoshi to Please Stop asking the Prince of Demons for piggy back rides

- Shoshi told on Lucifer and in fact got MORE piggy back rides.

- They have Lucifer Imitation contests where they just say "Don't Dissapoint Diavolo" back and forth till one of them cracks up.

- Did not anticipate any sexy business with this Goliath Friend, but caught Luci and him smooching one time and one thing lead to another...

- Did not change their friendship at all, the Two Most Immature People In The Entire DevilDom

Solomon

- ::stranger danger siren goes off::

- I don't trust you Wizard boy

- Asmo said you can have a little rights, but you're on thin fucking Ice mister

- oh you got 72 demons? It'd be cooler if they were cats and dogs.

- only teams up with him for kareoke nights and other human themed activities because no one else understands

Things Shoshi has said without context:

"Why does everyone in this house have bigger titties than me"

"Lucifer took his gloves off and I almost passed out"

"I'm from the United States of America in the year of our Lord 2020, you can not scare me"

"It really do be YEET or be YEETED in this house, huh?"

"Mammon if you even look at that cat wrong I will round house kick you into the next century and claim my rightful place as second oldest"

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me MC #obey me OC #obey me headcannons

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freckled-words · 5 years ago

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Count The Teeth - Part 11

Guys. I am genuinely wanting to dance. It took me over a YEAR to finish this story idea for an OC NWTB character, AND NOT ONLY DID I HAVE SO MUCH FUCKING FUN WRITING THIS LAST CHAPTER. I AM JUST SO STOKED THAT SOME OF YOU REALLY GOT INTO THIS. (Apologies if the ending feels rushed.)

I sincerely hope you all enjoy this last segment. Please do let me know what you thought of the whole all together. Please let me know how I can improve. What do you want to see more of in these stories? Any feedback is appreciated <3

This chapter is not edited (because I was too excited to wait)

PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE / PART FOUR / PART FIVE PART SIX / PART SEVEN / PART EIGHT / PART NINE / PART TEN

It had been the damndest thing when you left NateMare licking his wounds.

You’d gone to the driveway, and found a taxi waiting for you. The driver said the fare had been taken care of, and he was to take you wherever you wanted. When you asked him who had covered the tab, he said a well spoken gentleman had done so.

Seeing your disheveled appearance in pyjamas, the taxi driver became curious as to why you were there.

You went with an elaborate story. It was your birthday, and your asshole brother had kidnapped you and brought you here for a spooky adventure. You’d gotten fed up with his childish antics and had decided to leave. You added that it was likely your brother’s friend that had paid the taxi driver.

When you got home, you took a long, luxurious hot shower, and collapsed into bed. Your exhaustion was deeper than you’d thought, leading you to sleeping for a straight 12 hours.

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4 months later…

It had taken him a month, but Mercer had kept his word. He’d found each of his victims that had been put into a coma, and brought them out of it. When questioned about what had happened to send them into the coma, they all had the same story. They’d been out at night, and they came across a man looking for directions. After they sent him on his way, they’d become dizzy, and passed out.

Authorities believed that the victims had been distracted by the man asking for directions, then jumped by a second person that knocked them out, and then drained them for blood. Reddit was running rampant with theories about a team collecting blood for the black market.

You supposed it was better than them getting freaked out about a rampaging vampire. The last thing the city needed were civilians taking up guns, pitch forks, torches, and stakes to go after people that were innocent.

In the following months, you remained on alert. NateMare’s promise of retribution had left a fairly strong impression. Armed with the knowledge of something to use against him, you’d setup a collection of weapons throughout the apartment.

In the kitchen you had a bucket of blessed water by the sink. In the living room you had a Super Soaker loaded with the stuff, and in your bedroom, you had a spray bottle at the ready. You knew it would annoy and delay him at best, but at least it was better than just standing around and letting him curse you again.

You were so intent on watching for hints of a smoke cloud, you didn’t think to watch for any bats.

Which was how Mercer caught you off guard.

You’d spent the day out with one of your friends, and had lost track of time. It was dark when you made the walk home. The night was overcast, and the wind was much colder as winter was settling in.

Despite your thick jacket, you still felt the chill. Your hands were stuffed into your pockets, and your shoulders were hunched up to your ears. Your attention darted between the people walking towards you on the sidewalk, and the people that were walking parallel to you across the street. Leaving no room to focus on your surroundings behind you.

An arm went around your shoulders, pulling you in against a tall frame. Startled you made a noise that was barely a word and some kind of squeak.

A familiar voice chuckled, making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. You didn’t dare look up, not wanting to get caught by his eyes.

“What are you doing here Mercer?”

Mercer’s arm squeezed a little tighter, guiding you forward to keep walking.

He was greatly enjoying himself. You could tell from his voice as he replied, “Well hello to you too. Can’t a friend just come around for a visit now and then?”

“We’re not friends.”

“Oh, you wound me.” He lamented, without an ounce of actual dismay.

“Did you come here to get some payback for soaking you?” It was the first thing that came to mind, and you were kicking yourself for not bringing your tiny spray bottle with you when leaving earlier.

You caught sight of Mercer’s hand as he waved that thought off, “Not at all. I’ve gotten over that little trifle. As I said, I’m just here on a friendly visit.”

“At what point between you and NateMare trying to kill each other, did you and I become friends?” You could see your apartment building up ahead, and at this point, you were just utterly perplexed as to what was happening with Mercer right now.

He ignored your question, “I had some time to think while I went from hospital to hospital, and I’ve come up with a fun idea. One that I’m sure you’ll see the benefits of.”

You knew it was stupid, you could hear yourself calling it stupid, but when you both stopped in front of your building, you looked up.

The bugger was genuinely amused, smiling brightly and in all innocence. There was no glow to his eyes, and you didn’t feel any part of you go numb. He was playing nice.

You shrugged off his arm and moved around to stand in front of him, “And what idea is this?”

“Well, as we’re both aware, my dear baby brother is all in a huff about you letting me go. The set of lungs on that boy, I swear. My ears were throbbing for an hour after his hollering.”

You winced, but you weren’t surprised Mercer had caught that.

“I was thinking to myself about how much trouble you and he were, going around and messing about in my handiwork. Good job on digging up the family history by the way. Anyways, I thought I should probably keep tabs on my brother, make sure he doesn’t come barging in on me at some point unexpectedly. The only problem, is that I’m terrible at tracking idiots.”

You shuffled on the spot, getting colder by the minute. Mercer was clearly intent on dragging this out, and you doubted he’d just let you walk away. But you had no intention of inviting him inside.

“So I came to the only logical conclusion: You! I knew he was bound to come knocking on your door at some point, and figured I’d keep watch. I tell you, watching a mortal for a month is boring. Which is why we’re having this chat. Much more engaging than just hovering about bored out of my mind.”

Your blood pressure rose at his declaration of stalking you for the past month. You thought you’d felt eyes on you, and it’d made you twice as jumpy. Knowing it was this nuisance didn’t make you feel any easier.

Processing everything he was saying all together, you just about threw your hands up.

It was the same damned position you’d been in 5 months before, only now it was reversed!

“Clearly you two are related.” You grouched stomping your feet. The cold was seeping through your boots and socks, making your feet ache.

“I am not helping you find NateMare. You are not hanging around here to wait for him to show up! And I’m not getting involved with either of you again!” You didn’t care if the neighbors heard, for all they’d understand, it sounded like a romantic issue.

You spun on your heel and stomped up to your apartment door.

Just as you put the key into the lock, a decent sized bat flew around you and clung onto your chest. You looked back over your shoulder and saw no sign of Mercer. Glaring down at the bat you hissed, “You are not coming inside, let go and go away.”

The bat merely wiggled its ears, and much to your chagrin, he nuzzled against your coat. Even worse, it was adorable.

You heard people, more tenants that belonged to your building, coming up behind you.

Suppressing a frustrated scream you unlocked the door, and kept your body turned away from the approaching people.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, concealing Mercer as best you could, and made a beeline for the staircase.

Huffing up the stairs you swore at him, “You’re in so much trouble. I have a bucket filled with holy water in my kitchen, and it has your name all over it buddy.”

The impudent bastard gave a tiny squeak. One that conveyed no distress in the slightest.

A glance down, and there was no mistaking a smug smile, even on a bat.

You didn’t stop until you were inside your apartment, at which time you were breathless and sweaty under your coat.

“You make one damn comment about me being out of shape, and I will seriously drown you.”

“I’d very much like to see you try.”

You’d been locking your door, putting your back to the living room.

It hadn’t been Mercer that had replied.

Stiffly, you hit the light switch next to the door frame and peeked over your shoulder.

NateMare lounged back on your couch. His body was relaxed, but his expression was one that read: murder.

The sound of dripping drew your eye to the kitchen. Your bucket of holy water was on the floor, along with a puddle and some water that was dripping off the cabinet doors.

“NateMare-”

“Shut it.”

He got to his feet and stalked towards you, “You should consider yourself very lucky. Had I gone after you that same day, I would have happily ripped your esophagus out of your throat.”

You swallowed thickly.

“But I took some time to calm down, recover, and think about it. I changed my mind.”

He stepped closer, leaving two steps of distance between you, “I’ve come to realize that I enjoy having a minion doing my bidding. Unlike some other...people...I could name, I don’t have a host popping out brothers every damn holiday. Plus, you’re already semi-trained.”

He smirked and held up a hand. Smoke gathered in his palm, and formed a thick section of chains.

“Hell. No.”

You’d done this song and dance, and you were not doing it again.

Turning to face him, you pried Mercer from your chest and shoved him into NateMare, “Here, talk to your brother.”

Stunned, NateMare had dropped the smoke chain and grabbed Mercer on reflex.

Unprepared, Mercer didn’t have a chance to resist being shoved into NateMare’s hands.

The two stayed frozen, and dumbstruck to the spot while you threw off your coat and went to get your mop and bucket.

There was another second of silence until you heard, “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

There was enraged squeaking, a bit of scuffling, the sound of a grunt, and then silence.

When you returned to the kitchen, you found the two were gone, and your balcony door wide open.

You were in the clear. For now.

#THIS BITCH BE DONE #FINALLY #fanfiction #Count The Teeth #Mercer Battle #NateMare #NateWantstoBattle #NWTB #reader insert #Part 11

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descentintobandom · 6 years ago

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Ghost of Ohio

Title: Ghost of Ohio Chapter: One-Shot Pairing: Ghost of Ohio!Andy/OC Rating: T Fic Summary: While taking pictures in the graveyard, Leila meets the Ghost of Ohio. Author’s Notes: Obviously inspired by “Ghost of Ohio” by Andy Black. I also used the “Ghost of Ohio: Prologue” for background context since the comic book doesn’t out until mid-April. I guess this kinda counts as an AU.

Leila was 14 when she first saw him.

Most people wouldn’t be in the graveyard the day after Christmas, but it had snowed and the gravestones looked so beautiful.

Leila took out her camera and started snapping photos, checking after every one to make sure she got the shot she wanted. She snapped a picture aimed at some gravestones on the edge of the forest.

Looking back at the photo, there appeared to be a shadow near the trees. It almost looked like a person.

She looked back up, but didn’t see anyone. After putting her camera away, Leila walked over towards the edge of the forest.

These gravestones were older. Much older.

One of them caught her eye.

“Andrew Dennis Biersack. Beloved son”, was all Leila could work out. The rest had been worn away by the weather.

She took a picture of it with her phone and left the graveyard, all the while feeling like someone or something was watching her. When Leila returned home, she logged onto her computer to research the mysterious Andrew Biersack.

He was accused of the murder of five people and hanged on December 20. The people of the town removed his right eye and chopped off his hand to protect themselves from the supposed ‘curse’ he had placed on them.

Leila thought it sounded like pure bullshit.

Andrew was just an innocent person executed for a crime he didn’t commit and he supposedly haunted the graveyard. Most people didn’t know his name, so they just called him the Ghost of Ohio.

When she went back the next day, he was nowhere to be found.

A year later, Leila visited the graveyard again. This time for different reasons. Her grandmother had died that year and her birthday was a few days after Christmas.

As she was laying the flowers on the grave, she heard, “She loved you, you know”. She turned and fell back in shock.

A young man stood in front of her. Only…there was something off about him. He had a single blue eye and the other was completely gone and one of his hands was missing.

Leila found herself unable to scream.

“Please don’t be afraid”, the man said as he held out his hand.

“You’re…you’re the Ghost of Ohio”, she said as he helped her up.

“Please, call me Andy”.

“You were in my picture last year”.

“I apologize for that if I frightened you. Sometimes I have no control over where I show up”.

“Why can’t I see you during the year?”

“I don’t know. Every December 26th, I’m given one night to roam this earth, but I’m confined to this city”.

“So…are you like…stuck here?”

“Yes. Until my name is cleared, my business on this earth will continue to be unfinished”.

The year Leila turned 16, she started a campaign to clear Andy’s name and have him exonerated. Most people thought she was crazy, but she pursued it anyway.

Eventually, the city of Cincinnati agreed to exonerate Andy’s name and admit that he was an innocent that was blamed for the murder on the basis of no evidence linking him the crime.

When Leila walked into the cemetery, she didn’t expect to find Andy at his gravestone waiting for her. “But…I had your name cleared. What are you still doing here?” she asked him.

Andy shrugged. “Maybe I’m cursed to walk this earth forever”.

“Well, since you’re still here, I figured we could go for a drive and you could show me your old haunts”. Leila then started laughing while Andy just gave her a weird look. “Haunts? Because you’re a ghost?” she asked, but Andy didn’t laugh. “Okay, sorry. Didn’t know that was offensive to you”.

Andy walked with Leila back to her car and opened the passenger side door.

“Woah. Wait. You won’t like…fall through the car or something…will you?” she asked him.

Andy rolled his eyes and got in the car, shutting the door behind them.

“This is just weird”, Leila muttered to herself as she started up the car.

They spent the early morning hours just driving around the city.

As the sun came up, Andy became more and more transparent.

“Thank you for spending time with me, Leila”, Andy said, “If I am cursed to spend an eternity on this earth, at least I will have you”. Before he disappeared completely, he leaned over and kissed Leila on the cheek.

Leila’s cheeks burned as Andy faded from her sight.

When Leila turned 17, her feelings towards Andy had begun to change. She looked forward to seeing him that year. Like every year, Leila met Andy next to his gravestone.

But this year, Leila brought him home with her. “You’re not gonna like haunt my house or anything like that, right?” she asked him.

Once again, Andy didn’t laugh.

“Did your sense of humor die with you or something?” she asked as they walked in the front door.

“Leila! Where have you been?” her mother asked.

“Oh, you know me. I love to take a walk right after it snows. It’s so beautiful before all the kids of the neighborhood destroy it. But I’m really cold and tired now, so I think I’m just gonna go up to my room and curl up under my covers”.

“Okay, goodnight dear”, her mother said kissing her head.

Andy and Leila went up to her room and Leila went into her closet to change. When she came out, Andy was lying on her bed.

“I hope this is okay”, Andy said.

“It’s fine”, she told him. Leila laid down next to him, cautiously setting her head on his stomach with one of her arms thrown over his legs.

His body was as cold as death (which made sense), but it was comforting to her.

Andy’s hand came up to play with her hair as Leila closed her eyes. In the morning, Andy would be gone and she would be alone in her bed. Just like every night.

The thought of it made Leila feel sad. She felt foolish.

Falling in love with a ghost? This wasn’t a TV show or some crappy YA paranormal romance book. But she loved Andy. Fate had a cruel sense of humor. She settled back against his cold chest, content to spend this time with him.

It was the day after her 18th birthday when it happened. Just after midnight to be exact.

Leila was driving home from her birthday party her friends had thrown from her. It was a route she had taken many times before, but it was rainy and the roads were wet. Leila’s phone buzzed and against her better judgement, she reached down to check it. When she looked up again, she was in the wrong lane, headed straight for another car. She jerked the wheel and swerved off the road. The last she saw was a tree in front of her before everything went black.

When Leila opened her eyes, a piercing blue eye met hers. “Andy?” she asked him.

He gave her a somber smile and said, “It’s time to go now”. Andy held his hand out to her and she took it. He pulled her up and she felt an enormous weight leave her shoulders. He led her to the edge of the forest.

“Wait. Andy? What’s going on? Why are we going this way?” she asked.

“Please don’t turn…”

But it was too late. Leila turned around just in time to see herself being pulled out of the wreckage of her car. She watched helplessly as the EMT’s tried to resuscitate her with no luck. A sob escaped her mouth and she finally understood.

“I’m dead”.

“Yes”, Andy told her.

“What will happen now?”

“We’ll go wherever this takes us”.

“But you were supposed to move on. I cleared your name. You had no more unfinished business”.

“I couldn’t move on without you and I was willing to wait as long as it took. You were my unfinished business”.

Leila turned around to face him and looked up into his single blue eye. She placed her hands on his cheeks and leaned up, pressing her lips to his. Instead of feeling cold, he felt like the same temperature as her.

It didn’t matter what happened or where they went.

As long as she was with Andy, Leila didn’t care.

#andy biersack #andy black #andy biersack imagine #black veil brides #black veil brides imagine #bvb #bvb imagines #andy black imagines #ghost of ohio #au #au imagines #AU one-shots #au stories #ghost of ohio!andy

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vios-rockland-corner · 5 years ago

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My Rockland OC Sasha Holmes.

I was in another small drawing mood and wanted a tiny break from writing another Zeitgeist thought post. Tried a new position again, but didn’t really feel like drawing full body or coloring it this time. I also drew her without her headband this time so I can get comfortable with the fact that it’s not something constantly glued to her. She wears it a lot though because she likes using it to keep her bangs out of her face. I just put her in a tank top/pyjamas to switch things up too.

I drew this because of my self-made rule, “I can’t talk about Sasha unless I draw something for her too.” I actually came up with a possible backstory for her, and that’s really what I wanted to spend my time writing about anyway so I don’t forget it.

It’s not really important for anyone else though, and it could very well get scrapped later. So I’ll just place it below to save space (it’s stupid long for personal reference only).

Why I have Sasha

I’m just reiterating here. I don’t really insert myself in these stories, and I don’t like disrupting the canon either. Sasha’s going to be more like an NPC in the Rockland universe that is capable of OBSERVING certain events and characters, but will probably never end up interacting with any of them directly. That’s probably for the best anyway because let’s be honest...there’s a good chance she’ll die if she ends up meeting the wrong character, haha.

If I do commit with her, I could actually utilize her as another type of post whenever I’m low on ideas or lack the motivation for a full thought post. Basically, journal entries made by a character in universe. Sasha would basically be doing...the same kind of thing I actually do with the thought posts. Now one might say, “Isn’t that kind of lazy? Like you’re just duplicating your own content?” And I say, “Kind of, yes.”

Fun fact about me though, I’m not really a creative writer. Most of the writing I’ve done has been for more scientific papers. With those, you’re just getting the facts in. Now my thought posts are a little more carefree and show a bit of personality in them I think. Basically, tumblr is intended to be my “lazy time.” Still, I’ve hardly ever tried to write in first person from a character’s perspective. Also, while I myself would have a wider grasp of the Rockland universe and its characters, I would be placed in a challenging position with Sasha where I can only have her commentate on events and characters revealed in canon that...basically COULD be fair game as “news” or “rumors” around town. For example, she’s not going to know about an MC’s personal experience with a character after they’ve been kidnapped (and they don’t escape). But if there’s some news or rumors around town that people are disappearing, that’s fair game for her to speculate about.

The Misfits actually I think have the most potential for regular civilians to have an idea that they exist. One story even had the police investigating them, so you know there’s probably some curious individuals that start gossip as a result. So I will probably end up having Sasha in the general vicinity of wherever most of the Misfits’ activities take place.

Oh yeah, the Rockland universe is going to have so many characters, groups and likely locations. Sasha’s only human, and it would be WAY too much of a headache for me to actually have her contemplating more than one aspect of the universe. Looking into the possibility of angels existing vs. supernatural beings existing (Hand of God) vs. a dangerous/unruly group of killers (Misfits) is just...that’s too much, haha.

I know Zeitgeist is coming out first, but I’m pretty sure the Misfits will be introduced more formally once that game is complete.

Now then, I still want to make the best of Sasha as a brain exercise. What’s the point of having a character if you can’t develop a personality, history and motivations for them? Character creation isn’t my forte, but if I can establish a solid background for her, I think it’ll help have the character stand on their own better. Even without interacting with any of the other characters.

Possible Backstory for Sasha

This is pretty rough, but here’s what I have so far. Sasha herself and her life in general was pretty average growing up. She was taught the usual ideals of: work hard in school, get a job, be nice to others, don’t do drugs, just anything that helps a person be, “a good civilian.” Don’t worry, it wasn’t a strict military household or anything, just one where the parents wanted their kids to live happy lives, make friends and hopefully be working a job they love when they grow up.

Now Sasha had one sibling: her older brother. They were very close and did everything together. Her brother always seemed “perfect,” to Sasha. He had a fun personality, he looked out for her, his grades were good, he wasn’t bad at sports, and he was good looking. Stereotypical golden child, I know. Just bear with me here for a second. During these years, Sasha and her brother never opposed anything their parents taught them.

Eventually her brother went off to college away from home. Sasha was sad, but otherwise fine with this. She knew they could keep in touch through the phone and internet easily. So they did, and everything was fine for awhile...but slowly the calls, emails and text conversations would become fewer and fewer.

Eventually a point hit where the communication stopped. Sasha began to get antsy, but figured when all her attempts at contact failed, she might be bothering him. Perhaps he was just focusing harder on his studies?

Time passed and suddenly...her brother was back home prior to when he would have been graduating. Sasha and her parents were very surprised to hear that he had been kicked out. Of course, they tried to comfort him and assured him that everything would be okay. He could stay home as long as he wanted until he got back on his feet. No one’s perfect.

Sasha was actually happy for a few days to have her brother back home, but...he was different. He wasn’t quite as social as he was before. In fact, he hardly seemed to want to do anything with his family. And gentle coaxing from her parents about how things were going during dinner was rebuffed by her brother.

He’d go out frequently, day...and VERY late at night. Sasha was making sure to keep her own life in order, but she couldn’t help but become curious as to what was going on with her brother. Sometimes, she’d follow him out secretly. The people that he was hanging out with now weren’t like his old friends. There was something unsettling about them. She became more alarmed when she noticed small red stains on his jacket once when coming home. The next time he was out, she snuck into his room. After sometime, she found a plastic bag with some old clothes of his she noticed he’d stopped wearing. They all had the same red stains on them. It was blood.

Sasha keeps the discovery a secret from her family, but she starts to watch her brother with eyes like a hawk. He starts to notice and eventually asks her what’s up one day when they’re alone in the house. Snapping, she admits to what she found and ask him why he’s acting so strange. He doesn’t take this well and they get into a massive argument. After what felt like an eternity, it ends with both feeling physically exhausted from the emotional outburst. After a few minutes of silence, the brother says he’s needs to head out tonight to finish something up. Sasha gives him a sad look and asks him quietly, “Come back safe, please.” He’s a little taken aback by this, but nods and promises he’ll be home in a little while. He leaves.

Sasha’s brother never returned home that night, or ever again. [Author’s note: I have not decided yet, if he’s been flat out murdered, or he’s still alive but just never came back- both change a lot about the story]

This messes up Sasha. Everyone she knows consoles her and says they’ll be there if she needs them. On the outside, Sasha keeps up a strong front and continues on with her life. She knows he’s gone and she doesn’t want other people to worry about her. Life has to go on anyway. She wants to keep being a “good civilian” and not fall like...

Sasha was slowly becoming obsessed. Not simply with what might have happened to her brother like most people thought. No, instead she became focused on why did her brother change so much? She started getting curious. She had a feeling that he was doing some very unlawful...very awful stuff. She would never have guessed though in her younger years that her brother would even be capable of such things. She wondered if something bad had happened at school. Did his confidence get shot? Did someone influence him? Was the stuff he started doing now more appealing than being what they had always been taught as children? That last one in particular settled in a part of her brain uncomfortably.

Obviously, she’d never get the answers now that she wanted from her brother. She’d have to find another way to get into his head. Perhaps...figure out people who may be similar to him?

How the heck am I linking this to the Misfits?

Sasha basically sees herself as an average “good civilian,” as I’ve stated before. The Misfits, she’d view as a group of people that are generally “bad.” Degenerates you wouldn’t want to associate with or become. However, after everything that happened with her brother, she’d now view the Misfits with an unhealthy curiosity. She’d view them with disdain, but is compelled to figure out what makes them tick. She absolutely refuses to believe her brother was some sort of sociopath or psychopath all along. She’d never want to place him as the same group of the Misfits, but she thinks that maybe there’s some allure that pulled him into that lifestyle. She also wonders, “Are these people who were always like this, or became this way overtime?” Characters of the latter she’d feel would be more useful for understanding her brother.

Now I have two options for why she knows the Misfits exist:

Option 1) She has always lived in the town where the Misfits currently exist, and they’re a recent development after her brother has gone. Pretty standard.

Option 2) She finds a note with the word crumpled up in one of her brother’s jacket pockets. It’s not his handwriting, more like a note someone else gave him. It said the name, “This Misfits” on it as well as “This is where you want to go” and lists a city and state. That’s it. This prompts Sasha to MOVE to where the Misfits are. She doesn’t know anything about them, but wanted to know why her brother was curious. No, I would NOT be making her brother a Misfit in this case. More like...it’s possible he was interested in being part of the group. Possibly.

Please note that this ENTIRE backstory and mindset of Sasha is completely capable of being scrapped. Why? I still don’t entirely know what the Misfits are all about. I need to have at least a decent grasp on the group’s general atmosphere, goals, personality, etc. Without knowing that, I can’t say this backstory would suffice for Sasha.

If this backstory DOES work, the benefit is that Sasha then clearly has her own issues and a personal goal of closure. Thus, her not interacting with canon characters at all wouldn’t necessary stunt her as a character. At least I think so?

Well at the very least, this was kind of fun to write. It’s a lot, so I had to write it down if I didn’t want to forget it.

If anyone actually decided to read this (this was more for own personal notes), uhhh hope it was fun? XD

Now to continue waiting for the next game.

#rockland #sasha holmes #my OC #drawing practice #the misfits #backstory

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mimixis · 6 years ago

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Towards the sun - Part 6: Blood eagle

Pairing: Ivar x OC

Word Count: 1891

Summary: Pia just wanted to go to work, but oh well, shit happens.

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

They made a camp in the woods.

The sons of Ragnar and Pia shared the tent as she was closest to them. There were five single beds in the room. Pia had two options: to sleep on the floor or with one of Ragnar's sons. Bjorn and Ubbe had wives so she would probably end up with Hvitserk, Sigurd or Ivar.

She wanted to help with something, but wherever she went she was sent back. They said Odin's representative shouldn't do such things. So she sat under the tree and watched the preparations for the battle.

Pia watched as Ivar struggled to tie the scarf on his face precisely. He couldn't find a balance between. Once it was too tight, and then too loose. Pia stood up, brushed off her pants and went to Ivar who was sitting on the chariot. She took the black cloth from his hands and he let her without a fuss. She tied it perfectly covering his nose and mouth. She looked into his ice-blue eyes. She didn't know what Ivar saw on her face, but she knew it was enough to make him turn his head away.

Pia embraced his face with both hands and put her forehead against his.

"Come back to me," she whispered and kissed the space between his eyebrows.

Men and some women left, and Pia could only look at their backs. Slaves, servants and a small group of warriors, who were supposed to take care of their safety, stayed in the camp. Pia quickly found Helga and Tanaruz. The teenager immediately nestled into her chest and talked about what she had seen. While she spoke, she didn't notice how Pia gave her more and more food. Such an amount that her body could get energy from, but that she wouldn't get sick after such a long time of not eating regularly.

Helga looked at Pia with gratitude. Tanaruz fell asleep after a meal on Pia's knees, calm for the first time in a long time. Pia looked at her and tried to imagine how terrified she must have been for the whole time. Pia could communicate with them, she knew where she was and she had Ivar. Tanaruz didn't know Vikings language, she didn't understand why people who murdered her parents kept her. The girl had Helga that's true. But Tanaruz couldn't turn fear into attachment as Pia did.

She was aware of how unhealthy it was, but she honestly saw no other solution to survive. She tried to think of it as a defence system that her mind created in a dangerous situation. People, who were kidnapped behaved similarly. They were emotionally tied to the abusers, and it was impossible to blame them, but the situation.

She didn't want to think, however, that what she was beginning to feel for Ivar was only the desire to be in a sound living position. She wanted to believe, despite his emotional problems, that Ivar was a good man. He took her in and believed her. He let her sleep with him, shared his warmth and cared for her safety.

"Tanaruz thinks you're a slave like her," Helga blurted. The woman was looking at the fire. Pia stopped combing the girl's hair with her fingers and looked at Helga questioningly. “She only allows me and other slaves from her country to touch her.”

"She scared," she whispered. To show that she meant no harm, she hung her head down in a submissive manner. “She see her parents murdered, and now you suffocate her here.”

Helga didn't answer her in any way. The fire consumed her whole attention. Pia closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them a few hours later, she was alone. She rubbed her eyes, wanting to get rid of the remnants of her dreams, and then she went outside. Cold air hit her and she hugged the fur closer to her. It was still bright so she couldn't have slept long. When she looked away, she saw the army returns. People cheered, patted their backs and laughed. Pia searched for the chariot and tried to hear the clatter of wheels and a gallop of a horse. But there was nothing.

She looked around hysterically, panic overwhelmed her body. Without seeing Ivar, she sought the crowd for his brothers. Every next face she was looking at seemed stranger and stranger. She almost cried when someone grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. When she looked up, she saw the man who had praised her singing. Pia looked at him with her big, fearful eyes and his grip eased. Because of her gaze and parted lips, he wanted to have her here and now. But he knew he could not.

"Ivar asked for you," he said.

“Where is he?”

“A few miles outside the camp. He asked me to bring you to him." The man let go of her arm and motioned her to follow him. “I'm Halfdan.”

"Pia," she answered.

They walked through the forest in silence. Pia didn't comment on how he looked at her, she didn't ask about anything, she let him lead her away. Halfdan didn't fancy the silence that fell over them. He wanted her to say something - anything - about herself. Whereas Pia felt like on the job interview. She never knew what to say in situations similar to this, what response they expected from people. She couldn't tell him what she usually did because he didn't know what television or bicycle was. So she said she loved dancing and singing.

“How you see me?” she asked after he admitted that he would like her to dance for him one day. “A free woman or slave?”

“Is Ivar your owner? Are you someone's property?”

They stopped walking. Pia could see and hear Ragnar's sons from that distance. Bjorn, Ubbe, Hvitserk and Floki stood near a hole in the ground. Sigurd was holding a blade to the man's throat so he would not run away. Ivar lay on his stomach and looked down. Pia's eyes returned to Halfdan.

"Free," she said, pointing at herself. The man smiled.

“Exactly. And do not let people tell you anything else.”

Halfdan turned and returned to the camp. Pia watched him leave for a moment, grateful for the fact he brought back her old personality. She felt peaceful again. She walked toward the gathered, her steps sure and fast. Ivar, seeing her, smiled maniacally. A shiver ran through Pia's back.

Floki forced an unknown man to kneel. Pia watched as the Viking's fingers tightened on the man's shirt.

“I've been told your god is a carpenter. And guess what? So am I.”

Pia sat down on a fallen tree and looked away. She didn't want to know if what they would do with him, would cause her to feel the same as a ritual. They had done nothing yet, and Sigurd was assigned to look after the prisoner. Ivar crawled and sat down next to her.

"You will see how we fulfil our revenge, Pia," he murmured.

He leaned toward her and she moved away. She didn't want to hurt him, but it was not her wish to go too fast either. She didn't want to be just a flame. She didn't want him to be just a flame. She put her hand on his to let him know she didn't reject him; that she cared. She searched his eyes and when they found her, she tried to show him how sincere she was. He saw that and squeezed her hand.

Ivar looked around to see if anyone was observing them. Nobody was around them, everyone seemed more occupied by preparations. Bjorn instructed warriors to do a few things, and they didn't have time to watch a girl who claims to know what will happen in the future and a cripple despised by all. He moved closer to her and this time Pia let him stay that way. He embraced her waist.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. “I would never hit you. However, the topic of Margrethe evokes in me a great anger. Just thinking about what she told you...”

“Ivar, please, tell me what happened. I will not judge you. I will not even say a bad word, but I must know if we..." she stopped speaking and looked at him so he would know what she meant.

“Exactly what you said happened. Everyone had her, so I did too. I tried to make her and myself feel pleasure, but I was not able... I could not harden.”

“Apparently you have a different taste than your brothers and Margrethe didn't excite you. Maybe you need more than a naked body under yourself. Maybe your needs are more complex. You have time to explore your urges.”

"We have," he said, emphasizing ‘we’.

Pia blinked several times, shocked as he spoke about it so easily. She didn't respond for a while, letting his words settle in her mind. She opened her mouth to answer yes, we do have time, but Ubbe called Ivar over. Ivar wanted her to accompany him to a group of people. They stood in a circle with torches in their hands. When Ivar chose the right spot to watch the spectacle, he sat down and Pia stood next to him. Hvitserk and Sigurd throw the man on the board. They spread his hands and held them at his wrist so he would not be able to move them.

Pia watched, though she would prefer not to. Curiosity took over her senses. At first, she was not sure, if she wished to know what would happen, but she changed her mind, seeing how excited Ivar was being. She regretted her decision when she saw Bjorn with a hammer. Not a second passed, and the Viking knocked a nail into the man's palm. He did the same with the other one. The man was screaming in pain, but Pia didn't look away.

Bjorn ripped the man's shirt, then went to the fire with the knife that was given to him and warmed up the metal. The man cried in agony as the blade cut the skin on his back. Bjorn dug a knife into the wood next to him, then torn the man's skin with his bare hands. Pia could see blood, flesh and spine. Ubbe gave him the axe, and though Pia was aware of how cruel it was - she was, she really was - but she stood still like a rock.

Bjorn strikes the axe into the man's back once, twice. Suffering visible on the stranger's face. Blood gushed and hit even her. She didn't wipe it. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ivar creep towards the tortured man. He looked at the life that escaped the man's eyes.

Pia didn't react until the morning when Vikings hanged the man's body on his lungs. She ran to the bushes and vomited. She was throwing up until she began to cry. She sat a few steps away, her back to the hanging man. When she placed her head against the tree, she thought she heard someone's voice.

“How the little piggies will grunt when they hear how the older boar suffered.”

A voice spoke, but Pia only saw a raven.

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novicewriterblog-blog · 6 years ago

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The Lies and Truths of the RFA

This is my first story, so sorry if it’s not the greatest but I just loved this idea that I came up with.This story is told thru the chat and app of the RFA, which will include the chatroom, phone calls, and private messages of our leading lady Katelyn Cage. The story also includes some oc’s that I’ve come up with to spice things up.

Katelyn “Lynn” Cage has recently joined the RFA after an incident that lead her to help out the members in time of crisis. The story follows the months after the incident and we get to see how Lynn is adjusting to her new found friends. Is she ready to tell them the truth about what really happened that day? Or will she let the secret live on despite the oncoming threat?

Chapter One: Start of a Normal Day

NEW CHATROOM: Lynn, 707

*Lynn has entered the chatroom*

*707 has entered the chatroom*

Lynn: Oh hey.

707: Heyyyyyy

707: weird seeing you on here so late

707: lololol

Lynn: Yeah I couldn’t sleep so I came to see if anyone is on.

707: lucky for you God Seven is here to help

Lynn: Gee I’m so thrilled *deadpan*

Lynn: lololol

707: AGH! GOD SEVEN IS HURT

707: I HAVE HIT CRITICAL DAMAGE!!!

Lynn: *rolls eyes* Stop being dramatic.

707: lolol

707: dramatic is my middle name

Lynn: Maybe you should hang out with Zen less.

Lynn: He seems to be rubbing off on you.

Lynn: lolol

707: Aghhhh you have hurt me again!!!

Lynn: I’m pretty sure that’s a bigger dig to Zen lol

707: lolol

707: How come you couldnt sleep?

Lynn: I could ask you the same thing.

707: huh??

Lynn: Well your also up at 3am

Lynn: So that also must mean you can’t sleep either

707: Nopeeee

707: God Seven doesn’t need sleep when he is working none stop.

Lynn: Wait your working on something?

Lynn: What are you working on so late?

707: My lips are sealed Ms. Lynn

707: I’m just thrilled that for once you weren’t right

707: Woohoo!!! One point for God Seven

Lynn: Yeah like Seven- 1 and Moi- 100000

707: *sad face*

Lynn: lolol

Lynn: got a lot of catching up to do

707: Since I’m working what is “Ms. I know it all” doing up so late

Lynn: lol on that name

Lynn: But I told you, I just can’t go back to bed.

Lynn: I woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep.

707: God Seven has a sneaking suspicion that there is more to this???

Lynn: Well as Ms. I know it all I can assure you nothing is going on

Lynn: Now then why don’t you tell me what you’re working on if we are trying to spill secrets.

707: Nope my lips are sealed

Lynn: Fine then your new name is now Mr. Mystery if we are giving out names

707: ohhhhh how about Mr. Mysterious instead

707: it sounds a lot cooler

Lynn: Nope!

Lynn: Your new name from now until you die is Mr. Mysteryyyy

707: NOOOOO

Lynn: lolol

Lynn: Even changing it in my phone.

707: MR. MYSTERY BACK DOWN TO CRITICAL DAMAGE!!

Lynn: You’re so childish lolol

707: I can be more childish then!!

Lynn: ?? Seven what do you mean

Lynn: Seven????

707: lol just wait and seeeeee lololol

Ms. KnowItAll: What-

Ms. KnowItAll: Omg!! Seven change it back!!

707: Nope lololol

707: It’s a perfect fit lol

Ms. KnowItAll: Seven! I swear change it back!!!!

707: looks like I have to go!!!

707: Duty calls!!!

707: See ya ;)

*707 has left the chatroom*

Ms. KnowItAll: Seven wait!!!

Ms. KnowItAll: Ugh…..

*Ms. KnowItAll has left the chatroom*

NEW CHATROOM: Christina, Jaehee

*Christina has entered the chatroom*

*Jaehee has entered the chatroom*

Christina: Morning, Jaehee!!!

Jaehee: Good morning Christina. Have you’ve seen Mr. Han this morning?

Christina: I just got off the phone with him. Did you need him for anything?

Jaehee: Well he’s running late for a meeting and he wasn’t answering my calls.

Christina: Sorry!! That was my fault we talked longer than we thought! I’ll make sure hes on his way for you!!

Jaehee: It is fine and thank you.

Christina: Omgggg

Christina: I just read last night’s log and those two are so cuteeeeee

Jaehee: I guess. Though it was really rude of him to change her name and then leave.

Christina: Yea… but they seem really cute when they are together!!

Jaehee: Can’t imagine anyone being able to put up with Seven’s antics

Jaehee: I wonder what Seven was working on though that late?

Christina: Idk probably something for his job or whatever that he forgot to do

*Ms. KnowItAll has entered the chatroom*

Ms. KnowItAll: …. I’m going to murder himmmm

Christina: Lololol Think it’s very fitting

Ms. KnowItAll: CHRIS!!!!

Christina: Okay, okay lolol

Jaehee: Good morning Lynn, I see you had a restless night I hope you got some rest.

Ms. KnowItAll: Morning! And I did get some thanks!

Ms. KnowItAll: Had to plan my revenge before I went to sleep though

Jaehee: Revenge??

Christina: Lynn what are you planning??

Ms. KnowItAll: Just wait and see…

*Mr. Mystery has entered the chatroom*

Mr. Mystery: WHAT IS THIS

Mr. Mystery: SOMEONE HAS HACKED GOD 707

Mr. Mystery: LYNN HOW COULD YOU!!

Jaehee: Oh god…. I thought I was going to have a good morning

Christina: Cheer up, Jaehee!!

Ms. KnowItAll: Lolol

Mr. Mystery: Change it back *sadface*

Ms. KnowItAll: Eh no?!?! Not till you change mine back!

*Saeran has entered the chatroom*

Saeran: … jeez

Mr. Mystery: Saeran!!!!! Look what Lynn did!!

Ms. KnowItAll: lolol leave my accomplice alone!!!!

Mr. Mystery: Accomplice??!

Mr. Mystery: Saeran how could you!!!

Saeran: I’m not dealing with you two…

*Saeran has left the chatroom*

Jaehee: I have no idea how he can put up with Seven every day.

Christina: I feel bad for him.

Christina: Before you two dorks battle this out

Christina: Seven have you’ve heard from V?

Mr. Mystery: Eh No? How come you want to know?\

Christina: Well we’re trying to plan another party and need his confirmation??

Jaehee: It is weird that he hasn’t reached out to anyone in the past month.

Christina: I don’t think even Jumin has been able to reach him.

Mr. Mystery: No need to worry! He told me he would be back by the end of the month

Ms. KnowItAll: Thought you said you haven’t talked to him?

Mr. Mystery: eh

Mr. Mystery: lolol

Mr. Mystery: I forgot we talked last week

Jaehee: Well that’s good news.

Christina: Yea! That means we can move forward with the next party!

Ms. KnowItAll: Yea…

Mr. Mystery: Yep

Mr. Mystery: Anywayyyyy

Mr. Mystery: You outsmarted me Ms. Lynn and got my own brother to betray me so ill give you your name back lolol

Lynn: yaaayyyy lol

Lynn: I let Saeran decide if he wants to change it back XD

Mr. Mystery: Noooooo

Christina: Awwww you two are so adorable!!!!

Jaehee: You two seem to make such the odd pair

Lynn: What’s that supposed to mean????

Christina: Uh… your hopeless

Mr. Mystery: … Anywayyy I gotta go back to the world of 1s and 0s!!

Mr. Mystery: Farewelll!!

*Mr. Mystery has left the chatroom*

Jaehee: I have no idea how he has so much energy

Christina: Yea but I’m glad we can have the next party soon!!

Lynn: Yea just have to wait for V to get back from wherever he is at

Jaehee: Well I must get back to work

Christina: Oh! Jumin should be there in like 10 mins!!

Jaehee: Thank you Christina!!

Lynn: See yaaaaaa

Jaehee: Good bye.

*Jaehee has left the chatroom*

Lynn: Seems like you and Jumin are getting closeeeeee

Christina: Lynn!!!

Lynn: Omggg

Lynn: So when is the wedding? XXDDD

Christina: Lynn!! Stop it!!

Lynn: Okay, okay lolol

Lynn: What are you doing today

Christina: Working on some of the clothing for the fashion show and photoshoot next week

Lynn: ooooooh sounds exciting!

Lynn: Can’t wait to see it

Christina: Yea about the photoshoot…. :)

Lynn: …. What do you want?

Christina: Well I was wondering… if you could be the model for the clothes?

Lynn: Chris!

Christina: I know you don’t like doing stuff like this but you would be perfect!!

Lynn: Chris you don’t have to have me to do any of this. You could hire an actual model.

Christina: Yea but I trust you more and I know everything will look amazing on you!!

Christina: Pleaseeeeee

Christina: For your bestest friend *pleading face*

Lynn: ugh…. Fine

Christina: Omg yaaayy

Lynn: But just this once!!

Christina: Yea okay… Omg I can’t wait!!!

Christina: I’ll let you know the time and place by tonight!!

Lynn: Okay, but I mean it Christina just this once!!

Christina: mmhmm

Christina: Well I gotta go

Christina: See yaa

Lynn: Bye, Chris

*Christina has left the chatroom*

*Lynn has left the chatroom*

#mystic messenger #saeyoung choi #707 #saeran choi #jumin han #jaehee kang #zen #mysme zen #seven #jumin x oc #saeyoung x oc #yoosung kim #oc

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my-last-anywhere · 6 years ago

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Humble Beginnings - TW

Author: @my-last-anywhere

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Sheriff Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Melissa McCall (mentioned), Supernatural!OC, OC’s Mother

Word Count: 2709

Dedication/Author’s Note: This is dedicated to @writingsbychlo because she gave me the courage to write this fic a long time ago. A/N: I wrote a TW fic in 2016 with an old friend that I eventually posted. However, that person and I aren’t friends anymore and so I rebooted the fic starting from Season One of TW in my own image which Chloe gave me the courage to do also! I’m thinking of posting it in it’s entirety soon to like fanfiction.net or something. Please give me feedback and let me know what you think!

Jada’s P.O.V.

It’s Sunday night. First day of sophomore year is tomorrow and I am..excited. Yeah I mean I’m going to try out for dance, Scott and Stiles will hopefully make first line, and we’ll be slightly less unknown to the general population of Beacon High. Or at least known enough to get invited to a party, I’ve never been to a party. My phone dinged and pulled me out of my thoughts. Ah, speak of the devils - well one of them.

Troublemaker🙄: JADA! Are you awake?

Yes Stiles

Troublemaker🙄: GOOD. Cause I’m downstairs

Dude it’s like 10 at night we have school tomorrow my guy

Troublemaker🙄: there’s a dead body in the wooooods

Im putting on my shoes.

“So exactly how good is it?” I said once I got in the jeep.

“Let’s just say it’s the best thing to hit Beacon Hills in awhile.” He smiled.

“I thought I was the best thing to hit Beacon Hills in awhile.”

“A close second at best.”

“Woooow,” I said and he laughed. “Just drive the car, Stiles.”

“Hey text Scott for me would you?” Stiles said as he put the car in drive. “Let him know we’re rescuing him from boredom.”

As we drove I texted Scott but he didn’t answer of course because he’s either asleep or overthinking about lacrosse. Or both, which is entirely possible. We pulled up to Scott’s house and the light was on in his room but he still wasn’t answering either of our texts.

“I know he’s up there.” I said.

“Maybe he’s sleep?” Stiles offered.

“Nah,” I replied. “And even if he is, he’s gotta wake his ass up. I have an idea.”

While Stiles climbed up on the house I found tiny pebbles and threw them at Scott’s window. I also rustled a few leaves for good measure. I saw the light to his room go off and then I hid behind a bush with my phone. The front door opened and I had a to cover my mouth so I didn’t laugh out loud at the sight before me. Scott McCall scared, with a baseball bat.

I signaled to Stiles and then he dropped down causing both him and Scott to scream. I couldn’t take it anymore and fell down from behind the bush laughing. Scott looked from me to Stiles and then started yelling.

“Stiles what the hell are you doing!”

“You weren’t answering your phone!” Stiles yelled back defensively. “Why do you have a bat!”

“That’s a good question,” I dusted the leaves off my jeans. “Why do you have a bat?”

“I thought you were a predator or something!”

“A predator? You know what that’s not important. Listen, I saw my dad leave like twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called and they’re bringing in every officer from Beacon department and even state police.” Stiles said.

“For what?”

“There’s a body in the woods!” I jumped up and down. “Two joggers found it!”

“A dead body?” Scott’s ears perked up.

“No,” Stiles said as he jumped down from the roof. “A body of water. Yes dumbass, it’s a dead body!”

“So like murder?” Scott said.

“No one knows yet. All they know is that it was a girl and she was probably in her twenties.” Stiles explained.

“Tell him the best part.” I smiled.

“Is there a best part? If they already have the body then what are they looking for?” Scott looked at me.

“They only found half.” Stiles and I said in unison.

“Holy shit are you serious?”

“Yes!” I said. “And we’re going to everyone in the Jeep.”

On the way there we argued over which of us could find the body first, this of course went on for several minutes before I had to remind them that we’re the three musketeers for a reason and we’ll find the body together. They rolled their eyes at me but agreed nonetheless.

As well pulled up to the Preserve I could see Scott getting uneasy. “Are we really doing this?” He asked as we all got out of the car.

“Yes!” I grabbed his shoulders. “It’s gonna be awesome.”

“Besides,” Stiles said as he clicked on his flashlight. “You’re the one always bitching that nothing ever happens around here.”

“Yeah but I was trying to get a good night sleep in before practice tomorrow.” Scott said as we started to walk through the woods.

“Right,” Stiles laughed. “Cause sitting on the benches is such a grueling effort.”

“Don’t be so pessimistic,” I hit him. “You guys could get off the bench this year!”

“You’re cute,” he smiled at me.

“I’m serious!”

“She has a point you know,” Scott said. “We’re playing this year. In fact, I’m gonna make first line.”

“You know what, I admire the optimism.” Stiles said.

“Really?”

“Yes! Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one.” He smiled at us.

“You’re such an asshole,” I laughed.

“Moving on,” Scott said. “Out of curiosity, do you know what half of the body we’re actually looking for?”

“You know what, I didn't even think about that.” Stiles replied. “But hey, that’s the fun part!”

“Okay, well what if whoever killed the body is still out here?”

“Also something I didn’t think about.” Stiles said.

“You didn’t really think this through did you?”

“Not really.”

“Both of you are just, tragic.” I shook my head at them.

We walked in silence for awhile until we came up to a steep incline. Scott and Stiles went up first and then they helped me up. We were all winded by the time we were all standing and the cool end-of-summer air wasn’t helping the sharp intakes of breath we were all having.

“Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight huh?” Scott exasperated as he took a hit from his inhaler.

Stiles ignored him and continued walking. I shrugged at Scott and then the two of us followed closely behind. I looked up at the moon and saw that it was full, full and absolutely beautiful. Especially on a clear night like this one. Bumping into something hard pulls me from my fixation. When I looked up I saw that I had bumped into Scott’s back. Before I could ask what the hold up was, Stiles yanked us both down. I was just about to yell at him before I saw the twinkle of other flashlights followed by police and police dogs.

Before I could acknowledge that this was probably not our best idea, Stiles bolted up and took off around the array of flashlights. Scott and I whisper yelled his name but he either didn’t hear us or ignored us because he kept going. I rolled my eyes and then we both got up and chased after him. I, a little faster than Scott who kept taking hits from his inhaler. I caught up to Stiles and was about to grab his arm when the sound of a dog barking and a light being flashed in our face caught us off guard. We fell to the ground screaming and holding onto each other.

“Oh my god please don’t kill us!” I screamed. “We’re sorry, we’ll leave! I’m only fifteen! Oh my god, Stiles this is all your fault!”

“We’re about to die and those are your last words to me, really!” He screamed back.

Only after hearing a distinctive voice did we realize we were not going to murdered. At least, not in the literal sense. “Hang on!” Sheriff Stilinski yelled. “These little delinquents belong to me.”

The officer rolled his eyes and pulled the dog away from us and then looked at us with a very, very disappointed face. “Hi, Sheriff Stilinski.” I looked down at my shoes.

“Dad,” Stiles said sheepishly.

“So,” he started. “Do you listen in on all of my phone calls?”

“No,” Stiles answered. “Not the boring ones.” I hit him in the arm and he looked at me. “What, Jada?”

Sheriff Stilinski sighed and then laughed. “Where’s the other part of the three musketeers?”

“Who Scott? Oh he’s at home. We tried to get him to come but he stayed like the good kid he is.” Stiles said.

“Yep,” I nodded. “That’s exactly where he is. He said he wanted to get a good night of sleep before the first day of school tomorrow. It’s just me and Stiles. We should really follow in his example, huh?”

“Mhm,” Stilinski smiled at me before he started pointing his flashlight. “Scott are you out there!”

I silently prayed Scott would just stay wherever he was hiding. Stilinski called his name again but he thankfully didn’t answer. He sighed and then turned his attention toward me, “Jada does your Mom know you’re out here?”

“Technically, no.” I smiled. “She’s working a double with Melissa and it would be super awesome if you didn’t call her.”

“Alright how about this,” He smiled as he put his arms around the two of us. “I’m gonna walk the two of you back to the Jeep. Stiles, you are gonna take Jada and Scott home because I know he’s around her somewhere, and then you and I are gonna have a little talk about invasion of privacy, okay?”

“Okay.” Stiles and I grumbled.

After Stiles dropped me off I texted Scott and told him to tell me when he got home and then subsequently passed out. When I woke up the next morning I was full of energy and excitement, I mean it was the first day of sophomore year! I jumped out of bed and got dressed. I did my makeup, made sure my hair looked good, took several selfies and then headed downstairs.

I walked into the kitchen to find my Mom leaning against the counter eating cereal. A matching bowl was waiting for me. “Good morning!” I said before I got a giant spoon full.

“Morning,” She smiled. “Are you excited for the first day?” When I nodded she kept talking. “You know, Sheriff Stilinski called me this morning.”

“Okay before you get mad, it was a last minute thing! And it was a dead body! Plus you know how hard it is for me to say no to my best friends.” I said.

“Your best friends as in plural or just Stiles? Cause you say no to Scott all the time.”

“Really, Mama?”

“I’m just saying you should tell him you have a crush on him.”

“No!” I said a little too loudly and a tiny gust of wind went through kitchen. “Oops, sorry. But no, you and Scott need to let it go. I’ll tell him when I’m ready, which will be never as to not upset the delicate balance of our trifecta.”

“The wind you just sent through the house says otherwise, Jada.”

I ignored her and scarfed down whatever was left of my cereal. “It’s fine, Mama. Everything is under control.”

“Uh huh,” She said as she put both of our bowls in the sink. “Let’s keep it that way,” She handed me my backpack and grabbed her keys.

We were halfway to school when she brought up the wind, or rather the cause of the wind today. “I know you already said you wouldn’t but do not use magic to help Scott or Stiles at lacrosse practice today.”

“I won’t,” I grumbled. “But when can I tell them I’m a witch? It’s literally one of the only secrets I’ve ever kept from them.”

“Soon.” She squeezed my hand. “You have good control but you still have a few slip ups like this morning, your powers are in a direct line with your emotions.”

“I know.”

“You just have to make sure you’re the one controlling the magic not the other way around, okay?”

“Okay,” I smiled as we pulled up to the school. “Thanks, Mama.”

“Of course,” she said. “Oh I see the knuckleheads.” I climbed out of the car and shut the door. She rolled down the window and blew me a kiss, “Have a good day! Remember what I said and remember I want a full report at the end of the day!”

I caught up to Stiles and Scott just as Scott was lifting his shirt to reveal a giant piece of gauze on his side. “What the hell happened!” I screamed.

“My thoughts exactly,” Stile said.

“It was too dark to see anything but I’m pretty sure it was a wolf.” Scott explained.

“A wolf?” I said. “Is that why you didn’t answer my text about when you got home?”

“Yeah,” Scott said as he put his shirt back down. “I was slightly preoccupied.”

“Nope, sorry, there’s no chance a wolf bit you.” Stiles said as we started walking into school.

“And how would you know?” Scott looked at him. “I heard the wolf howl.”

“No you didn’t,” Stiles responded.

“I know what I heard.”

“Well then you heard wrong because California doesn’t have wolves, okay? Not for like at least sixty years.”

“Ah, well then if you don’t believe me about the wolves then you’re definitely not gonna believe me when I tell you I found the other half of the body last night.” Scott smiled.

Stiles and I stopped walking and whipped around. “Holy shit, you didn’t!” I said.

“Dude I wish,” Scott said. “I’m gonna have nightmares for at least a month.”

“Nightmares! You should’ve taken a picture, I would have loved to see that!”

“Exactly!” Stiles said. “I mean this is the best thing that’s happened to this town since the birth of Lydia Martin.” I felt a pang of sadness when he said that, I mean I know he has a crush on Lydia but I was hoping maybe he would have one on me too.

Lydia was walking in our direction and Stiles smiled. “Hey Lydia,” he started but she kept walking. “You look like you’re gonna ignore me.”

Scott and I laughed, although mine was forced and Stiles rolled his eyes at us. “This is your fault, you know.”

“How is this our fault?” Scott said.

“Well it’s not Jada’s fault she’s awesome but you Scott, completely bringing us down with the nerdiness. We are nerds by association. You have scarlet nerded us.”

“We’re nerds anyway,” I rolled my eyes as we walked inside the school. “In case you forgot Stiles you and I literally spent roughly two and half days watching all the Harry Potter and Star Wars movies not even a month ago.”

“That is completely beside the point,” Stiles smiled at me.

“Is it, though?”

After that we went our separate ways before class. Stiles’ locker is on the other end of the hallway from Scott and mine which subsequently are right next to each other this year. I was taking all my books out of my locker for the week, leaving only the one I needed for our first class, when Scott slammed his locker shut.

“What!” I yelled. “Geez why are you slamming your locker like that?”

“Because you need to tell Stiles how you feel about him!”

“Keep your voice down!” I shut my locker and swung my backpack back on my shoulder. “You want the whole school to find out!”

“The whole school does know! The only people who don’t know how you feel about Stiles are you and Stiles.”

“Excuse me?”

“You like him more then you let on! Your eyes do this weird sparkle thing plus you looked like someone punched you in the stomach when he mentioned Lydia.”

“I’ll tell him when I’m good and ready okay?” Scott sighed and rolled his eyes at my comment which in turn made me skeptical. “You’re not gonna tell him are you?”

“No, God!” Scott looked at me. “I would have to sedate you if I did. I’m just saying, we’ve been the three musketeers since third grade and nothings gonna change that. Not even the two of you being together. When you get over that fear I’ll be right here.”

“Worst best friend ever,” I rolled my eyes as we walked into class.

“Love you too,” He laughed as we sat in our seats waiting for Stiles and then the teacher to arrive.

#teen wolf #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x oc #supernatural oc #lydia martin #sheriff stilinski #melissa mcall #witch!oc #teen wolf fanfiction

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