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starrysnowdrop · 2 months ago

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Character Profile

Sohna Yoani 🏜️🏹

Since this will be pretty long, it is under a cut. If you do read all this, thank you so much for taking the time out to do so!!! 🥰

**NOTE: Sohna will be in a long-term relationship with Alphinaud at some time in the future, and in my OCs’ canonverse, Alphinaud is 22 years old, only one year younger than Sohna, and is a fully consenting adult. If you have a problem with that, then I suggest going no further. Everyone else, you may proceed.**

Completed as of Dawntrail Patch 7.1: 12/25/2024

BASICS//

Name: Sohna Yoani

Name Pronunciation: Soh-nah Yoh-ah-nee

Name Meaning: Sohna = “attractive/beautiful/pleasing” in Hindi; Yoani = “graceful/charming” in Quechua

Nicknames: Kitten (given to her by her parents)

Titles: None

Age: 23 as of beginning of Dawntrail (Was 17 during ARR)

Nameday: 30th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon (February 27th)

Gender: Female, Cis

Race: Hhetsarro (Miqo’te in the Old World)

Tribe: Appears as a Seeker of the Sun, but is a Turali Hhetsarro

Nationality: Turali

Language: Turali Common Tongue

Profession: Hunter

Education Level: Educated by her mother

BLOODLINES//

Father: Dawa, Deceased since Sohna’s childhood, Killed in a bandit attack

Mother: Shima, Deceased, Killed during the first attack on Tuliyollal in 7.0

Siblings: None

Extended Family: The entire Hhetsarro tribe in Mehwahhetsoan, Shaaloani

In-Laws: All of the Leveilleurs, including Alisaie, Fourchenault, Ameliance, and Louisoix (RIP)

Children: None; Will have children with Alphinaud in the distant future

Pets: An alpaca named Sihu

ROMANCE & SEXUALITY//

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Romantic Orientation: Biromantic

Significant Other: Alphinaud Leveilleur, Will be in a long-term relationship at sometime in the future, and will marry sometime in the distant future

Past Relationship: None

RESIDENCE//

Place of Birth: Born and raised in Tural, more specifically in Hhusatahwi, Shaaloani

Current Residences: A small house in Tuliyollal (None in game)

TALENTS AND SKILLS//

Canon Battle Jobs: Archer and Machinist (Potentially Beastmaster)

Abilities: Archery, marksmanship, hunting, fishing, botany, cooking, singing, dancing, playing the flute, and swimming.

Bad At: Most forms of magic, advanced technology, mathematics, trusting most people, opening herself up to others, and speaking aloud what she truly feels inside.

APPEARANCE//

Hair: Light, sky blue hair, with natural waves. Usually falls loose with minimal adornments and usually doesn’t put it in elaborate styles.

Eyes: Large, wide-set lavender purple eyes, slitted like the Seekers of the Sun.

Face: Heart-shaped face, with a small, button-shaped nose and normal miqo’te ears

Lips: Full, pouty lips, with fuller bottom lip and thinner top lip

Complexion: Light, sun-tanned skin with rust brown cis-female miqo’te face markings.

Blemishes: None

Scars: Just small ones here and there over the years from hunting.

Tattoos: None

Height: 4 fulms, 10 ilms (Min height for female Miqos)

Weight: 130 ponze

Build: Average build with large chest

Usual Hairstyles: Hair usually worn down long and loose, with minimal adornments and usually no elaborate styles.

Usual Face Look: Wears black eyeliner and mascara with dark reddish brown lipstick.

Usual Clothing: Usually wears either traditional Hhetsarro hunting attire dyed dark purple and/or dark blue, or modern Shaaloani style clothing (American western style clothing)

Face and Voice Claim: To be Determined, but she speaks with a U.S. Southern accent

PERSONALITY//

Introverted / Extroverted / Ambiverted (bold what applies)

Positive Traits: Warm, friendly, kind, compassionate, empathetic, supportive, relaxed, easygoing, respectful, loyal, faithful, trustworthy, selfless, and wise beyond her years.

Most Positive Trait: Sohna is a very selfless person who always puts the needs, wants, hopes, and desires of her loved ones ahead of her own without question. She must be reminded often that she should be just as kind to herself as she is to others.

Negative Traits: Doesn’t trust others easily, Doesn’t open herself up to others, can be fearful of strangers and outsiders, can be judgmental, struggles with her self worth, can be clingy and highly dependent upon her loved ones, and struggles with anxiety, depression, and PTSD.

Most Negative Trait: Sohna has trouble with opening herself up and showing others who she really is, along with struggling with her self worth and being kind to herself. Therefore, she puts on a mask of confidence and positivity, fearing what others would think of her if they knew how deeply her fears and insecurities affect her.

Fears: Others seeing her deep seated insecurities and lack of self worth, being rejected and left alone, losing anymore of her loved ones than she already has.

Aspirations: To get married and have children someday, to see all of the lands and cultures that she has never seen before, and to live a life that her parents would be proud of her for.

Traumas: Lingering PTSD due to Sohna’s father dying from a bandit attack when she was a young child, and recently Sohna almost died in the first attack on Tuliyollal, while her mother died in the attack. She also is traumatized to know that the people killed in Tuliyollal had their souls taken away and their souls can’t return to the Aetherial Sea. Thankfully her mother’s soul wasn’t able to be stolen due to Alphinaud’s intervention.

Hobbies: Hunting, fishing, cooking, singing, dancing, playing the flute, and swimming.

Vices: Eating too much good food, drinking too much Mezcal sometimes, and gambling.

Faith: Non-religious; Doesn’t think about religion much at all

Turn Ons: Courage, Kindness, Emotional Strength, Intelligence, Wisdom, Beautiful eyes, and a Warm Smile

Turn Offs: Dishonesty, Disloyalty, Deceitfulness, Cruelty, Superficiality, Greed, Selfishness

Temperament: Phlegmatic/Sanguine

MBTI: ISFP-T

Soul Type: The Sage

Tropes: Cat Girl, Girls with Guns, Graceful Ladies Like Purple, Hero’s Muse, Hidden Depths, Master Archer, Outdoorsy Gal, The Straight and Arrow Path, The Tease, Tomboy with a Girly Streak, True Blue Femininity

Songs: “She’s Like the Wind” by Patrick Swayze, “A Whole New World” from Disney’s Aladdin (This is also Sohna/Alphi’s Ship Tag), “Thunder Plains” from FFX, and “Ceruleum Smoke at High Noon” from FFXIV

Character Inspirations: Megara from Disney’s Hercules, Tiana from Disney’s Princess and the Frog, Evelyn Couch from “Fried Green Tomatoes”, and Kino Makoto/Sailor Jupiter from Sailor Moon

FAVORITES//

Book: None, she doesn’t read much at all

Deity: None (In game, it’s Oschon the Wanderer)

Holiday: Moonfire Faire

Month: 3rd Umbral Moon (June)

Weather: A bright, colorful sunset, with some clouds and not too cold temps

Time of Day: Dusk

Places: Shaaloani, Tuliyollal, and Yak T’el

Sounds: Acoustic guitar, pan flute, native drums, wind blowing through trees, rain and thunder.

Scents: Citrus fruits, earthy scents, assorted herbs and spices, and desert wildflowers.

Foods: Barbecued meats, steak, assorted fruits, spicy foods, and tacos of any kind.

Drinks: Fruit juices, fruity cocktails, and mezcal.

Feels: Leather, assorted animal furs, sand, flower petals, and warm breezes.

Number: 2

Colors: All shades of purple, Most shades of blue and green, and Lotus Pink

SYMBOLISM//

Elements: Air/Wind and Lightning

Gemstones: Amethyst, Sugilite, and Turquoise

Animals: Predatory birds such as Falcons, Hawks, and Eagles

Mythological Creature: Thunderbirds

Flowers: Wild Bergamot, Bluebells, and Evening Primroses

Season: Early Summer

Land, Sea, or Sky: Sky

Astronomical Object: Meteors

HISTORY//

History (Pre-DT): Sohna Yoani is the only child born to her parents Dawa and Shima, and was born and raised in Hhusatahwi, Shaaloani. Her father Dawa was killed when she was only five years old in a bandit attack, so Sohna was raised by her widowed mother Shima ever since. A few years prior to 7.0, Shima became disabled and has trouble with mobility and taking care of herself, so Sohna became her caretaker without a second thought. The mother and daughter duo moved to Tuliyollal soon afterwards in order to have more resources readily available and accessible to them. During the events of 7.0, Sohna almost died in the first attack on Tuliyollal and her mother Shima was killed, leaving Sohna with immense grief and an overwhelming need to avenge her mother and everyone else who was injured or killed in the attack.

OTHER//

Smokes: Never

Drugs: Never

Drinks: Can over indulge on alcohol when trying to feel better while depressed and/or in grief. Prefers fruity cocktails or mezcal.

Mount Issuance: Sohna’s mount is her pet alpaca named Sihu, whom she brings with her everywhere that she can.

Been Arrested: Never

CURRENT STATUS//

As of patch 7.1, Sohna is in Tuliyollal trying to help the people who got trapped under the dome get reacquainted with life in Tural. She also helped Koana and her tribe find a solution for the rroneek and the railroad.

NOTE: Sohna is a secondary player in the story so to speak, as she will eventually be a Scion OC but not considered a Warrior of Light nor does she have a past life as an ancient. Sohna enters the story in 7.0 and shares her canonverse with multiple Warriors of Light and other OCs, namely my other WoL OCs Hali Aloke and Yume Aino @firelightmuse, along with several of my friends’ OCs). As such, Sohna might or might not be featured in some arcs of the MSQ, and she might not be involved with some side storylines at all. Feel free to ask me for any specifics in this regard.

#ffxiv original character #ffxiv oc #character profile #character sheet #character info #sohna yoani #oc: song upon the wind #sohna x alphinaud #ship: whole new world #updated to patch 7.1!

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fairy-writes · 2 years ago

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IM BACK!!! Here’s my second ask for your 900 followers!!

Could I get Douma x female reader with the dialogue prompt #17 please and thank you!!

Have free reign but FLUFFY!!!!!

ONE KISS LESS

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Demon Slayer

Pairing(s): Douma x Female!Demon!Reader

Prompt: “Will you let me fall in love with you?”

“Only if I can fall right back.”

“I’ll be sure to catch you when you do.” (Dialogue Prompt #17)

Notes: I have no clue if Douma is in character for this, but I’m trying anyway.

Some mild spoilers for Douma’s Blood Demon Art? But I don’t really go into detail, I only mention his weapon and what his ability does.

I also stole the backstory of my kny character that I never published here (though I hadn’t figured out the pairing for that yet).

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You were a peculiar character to Douma. Mostly because you never showed your face.

You were a fellow demon, a low-level one. Though he learned it wasn’t because of any lack of talent on your part. On the contrary, you were quite powerful and had a myriad of clever and dirty tricks up your sleeve. You just never tried to get more power from Master Muzan. You were content to hide away in your little lair and eat whatever cocky demon slayer or regular human came by.

The more he got to know you and your tricks, the more he decided he wanted you for his own.

So he started “conveniently” being in the area whenever you ventured out of your little house with pristine tatami mats and sliding doors. It wasn’t anything remarkable, just a small Japanese-style home with a koi pond just on the edge of the Engawa.

He discovered you mostly left your house to get more food for your fish. A mask always hid your face and your scissors in the sleeve of your kimono in case anyone got handsy with you.

Which he also discovered happened more often than he would like. But he very well couldn’t do anything about it unless he wanted you to catch him. And he didn’t want that. Not yet, at least.

When you finally did manage to catch him in his games, you weren’t upset like he was expecting. You were curious.

“What would Upper Moon Two want with someone like me?” You ask, voice muffled through the ceramic and paint of your okame mask. The rosy cheeks mocked him, and he yearned to just rip it off and look upon your features. But that would scare you off. And he didn’t want that. Despite loving the idea of fear coloring your eyes.

He gets the chance to see your face when he watches you almost die.

You were dodging a swipe from a young demon slayer’s sword glinting a light blue in the moonlight. Douma watched from the trees, rainbow eyes flicking this way and that as the two of you traded blows. The demon slayer—a young boy of seventeen or eighteen—had cuts littering his face from your scissor blades, and your kimono was soaked in your blood from already healed wounds.

Your white hannya mask is almost blinding in the light of the silver moon. Douma knows it’s just a trick of the light under the stars. But it’s stunning regardless.

He steps in when you’re pinned against a tree by the Nichirin sword through your shoulder. The demon slayer stands triumphantly before you as he draws a shorter sword from its sheath on his opposite hip.

Just as the blade comes down to sever your head from your neck, Douma whips out one of his gold-plated fans and freezes the demon slayer with his Blood Demon Art. The ice coats the slayer from his head to his toes, and Douma can see the frostbite settling in from underneath the ice.

You stumble away from the tree, tearing the Nichirin blade from your shoulder where the wound was already healing. In the blast of his fan, the ice had torn the mask from your face and shattered it against the ground, exposing your features for the world to see.

Brutal scars slit your mouth from the corners of your lips to your ears. They’re jagged and puckered and colored a perpetual angry red as if you had just received them. But if he were to guess, you had received them long ago. Likely when you first became a demon by Akaza’s hand—a fact he learned long after you two became acquainted.

You had first gotten your scars when your husband flew into a violent rage after learning you could not bear him children, claiming you had mothered a child with someone else and was refusing to give him an heir.

You had killed him with a blow to the head.

Soon after, Akaza had found you covered in the blood of your husband’s head wound.

Never before had Douma wanted to thank Akaza for anything. But now he wanted to thank him for letting him meet you.

Your relationship was a carefully cultivated thing. One built on trust on your part and scheming on his. But nevertheless, you two grew closer than Douma had planned. Until one day…

“Will you let me fall in love with you?” You whisper, face close and nose brushing his own. If he moved at all, he would have kissed you.

And so he did.

Just lightly, gently, as if he wasn’t even there. You inhaled, surprised, but you didn’t pull away. You press closer, a hand coming up to touch his unblemished face. Your hand is soft, like a feather. And he loved it as much as a demon could.

But Douma pulled away with a mischievous smile.

“Only if I can fall right back.” He teased and delighted when you smiled. It was a bit twisted with your scars marring your face. It was beautiful nonetheless.

“I’ll be sure to catch you when you do.” You breathe and lean in to kiss him again.

He grins against your lips. A small smile that twisted his features. But you couldn’t tell. Not when you pulled away and hid your face in your hands in utter joy.

Oh, the plans he had for you.

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homosexuality-and-morphine · 18 days ago

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Fuck it I'm gonna talk about things the characters in my au that are infected do instead of going to sleep

Leon climbs things he probably shouldn't and if Chris tells him to get down he insists on Chris catching him (Chris usually agrees)

Piers forgets other people exist sometimes due to being isolated under water for years and will just not realize someone is trying to talk to him if he's too deep in thought (which usually looks like him stareing off into the distance or longingly at water)

Sherry still has a messed up eye from when she was a kid (because in my au if you get cured your mutations won't just go away they just get dampened or you loose access to other forms and any mutations that happen would need to be surgically removed to become normal again)

Chris, Sherry, and ethan are the only few that have visible mutations that could possibly be hidden and just don't try to hide them

Ethan is the main person to control the mold because of the fact that everyone else still infected were Brought back to life by Frankensteining a bunch of serial killer parts together and contain no part of their original body's which obviously weakens them

Everyone else calls Karl old since he's literally centuries old

Leon follows Chris when Chris goes on a smoke break and ends up complaining about freezing if it's cold out but Chris has to remind him that he chose to come out there too and that he can go in at any time but Leon refuses (it's a nice little break from work that he gets to spend with his boyfriend)

Piers can breath air but can't stay on land too long without suffocating (he an stay on land for a few hours but if he's being active he has less time on land And he's usually active while he's on land so they had to install things of water for him around the base so he doesn't die or something)

Luis doesn't have much going for him in terms of extra abilities and has become friends with Sherry on account of both of them only really getting regeneration stuff

Chris has always liked werewolves and probably has a fursona so he kind of likes his mutations (the fursona thing sparks from a joke I made of him being a furry bc of the cover of re8 and I just made it canon to my au)

Most of them get the urge to rip into flesh but they just eat meat to fill the void of consuming human flesh (piers tends to eat fish because ocean food chain or something)

Some of them will stare at someone intently and it will make the other person wonder if they wanna eat them but it's mostly them forgetting how to human properly and they're brains are just rebooting

Leon and Ethan are the most likely to bite someone but Ethan doesn't have much restraint while Leon has literally trained himself not to bit people unless he's actually trying to kill them

Leon constantly has to restrain himself from being a whimsical guy (being a general menace to everyone and running around on all fours) because he needs to have professionalism and has to take it out on Chris because he knows Chris won't care very much (by jumping on Chris randomly, wiggling his unecessarily long tongue at him, curling up in his lap at any given opportunity, and many other harmless but slightly annoying things)

#goobie snoobery #chris redfield #leon s kennedy #piers nivans #sherry birkin #ethan winters #karl heisenberg #luis serra #theres a few other infected characters if i think about it more but these are the main ones i think about #chreon

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the-fiction-witch · 11 months ago

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She's Not Well P3

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Dark

Nooooo we need a part 3 im so curious nowwww

we need part 3 plzzzzzzz

I love it…..3!!!!!!!!

WE NEED PART 3 !!

Part 3 please 🥹

Ahh I need more pt 3 plzz

PART THREE, 3, tres

I need part 3 now

I finished up my work for the day cleaned my hands off and headed upstairs towards my room in the setting sun. I had seen Y/n fairly often and she never left my mind, she would always just pop down for some kisses and a cuddle and scamper away before Prof noticed she was gone. Which never gave us much time together even if I savoured every second of it. Prof did keep her on a very short lead, seriously guy drinks like a fish and can barely remember his own name let alone his patients most of the time but he keeps a watchful eye on Y/n like she was made of gold.

I had wondered around the hospital many times and decided to do so again tonight, I had been trying to find whatever room Prof keeps her in, so I wondered the hospital corridors past the various doors and rooms I know well, I ended up down in the morgue as I had sort of been working top to bottom on the hospital over all these nights I was about ready to give up when I spotted a door down the corridor from the Morgue room between it and the stairwell, it was a heavy wooden door with many scratches and replaced parts, the doorknob had recently been removed the wood stain revealing its prior place, A lock on the outside with a heavy padlock that was covered in scratches. I knew those scratches well, as a life of thievery taught me not to leave them, someone had been picking this lock more than once, clearly someone not great at doing it leaving scratches and chipped mistakes.

I knocked on the door but no answer came, but my curiosity had already peaked.

I took my scalpel from my pocket and worked slowly and quietly to pick the lock, once it clicked open I pulled the padlock out and slowly crept into the room.

The room was... strange, clearly once an old stock room. But The walls had layers of wallpaper so much the walls seemed thick, The same pale cream wallpaper with lilac flowers coated the walls even if it had been ripped and broken revealing the layers underneath, The wooden floor covered in rugs and blankets giving it a slight bounce as I walked, The room was empty... With very little in the way of furniture, A small wardrobe built into the wall and the doors removed, a basket by the door, a small vanity table where all the corners had been rounded and the mirror broken beyond the ability to still use it but taped in place, a metal bathtub in the corner, A metal hospital bed filled with blankets and pillows, A small brown teddy bear sitting on the pillow. The small window was lined with thick metal bars like the morgue. A body knelt on the floor facing away from me, The room dark with a deep scent of blood in the air...

"Y/n?" I asked my fears slipping through for a moment,

The body shot me a look for a second I could have sworn I saw glowing eyes and a face of utter rage -

before My body was thrown backwards.

My back hit the floor, I quickly got to my feet as I saw the professor had thrown me out by my collar he slammed the door shut and bolted it tight. The door began to bang and scratch screaming echoing from inside,

"wh- what was that?!" I asked,

For a moment he only gasped, leaning his shoulder against the door until the screaming silenced, "You are relieved of duty Doctor Dawkins."

"wha- what?"

"You. Are alleviated of your duties here." he said, "Pack your things and leave." He demanded before he began the walk back up to his office,

"What! No! You can't just fire me!" I complained following him,

"I do not want to hear it!"

"I am the best doctor here and you know it!"

"I have spoken my word on the matter,"

"You can't just fire me! For what opening a door?!" we arrived at his office he tried to shut me out but I grabbed the door before he could close it and slammed it behind it,

"Enough! I have made my decision! you are to leave Port Victory Royal Hospital immediately!"

"I refuse!"

"This isn't up for debate!"

"what was that! What is going on! where's y/n!" I yelled

"That is y/n!"

I froze up, "what?"

"That is Y/n. That's her room." He slumped into his chair his head in his hand,

"... Y/n she's-"

"she's not well."

"Please... how is she not well?" I asked taking a seat across from him,

"...She's been like this forever. Always a very strange little girl."

"Because she doesn't talk?"

"She's never said a word. She cried when she was little and once she grew out of crying. She never spoke a word no matter how anyone tried." He explained, "She was... different."

"How so?"

"Other girls want to play with dolls, She wanted to play with animals, At first we thought it was sweet, seeing her go out into the woods bringing home koalas and wombats with her," he chuckled, "She built herself a little animal hospital in the basement, I thought it was sweet kinda hoped she'd be a nurse when she grew up but..."

"But?"

"But it didn't last long, we thought she was being sweet wrapping animals up and taking care of them but she wasn't. She was opening them up and experimenting."

"Like surgery?"

"Somewhat... We didn't really look into it too much. We got her to a doctor as soon as possible."

"... what kind of doctor?" My voice broke slightly,

"We sent her a doctor. A specialist. And he recommended she be... taken away."

"Taken where."

"The asylum. She is not well. She needed help."

"you send her to the Asylum!"

"She is not well!"

"So you sent her to the Asylum!"

"I am the head surgeon of this hospital and I will not hear from you! An untrained butcher! about how I see to the health of my granddaughter!"

"... If you sent her to Asylum why is she here?"

"... her father died. While she was inside... her mother... I lost my daughter to the birth of her second child. As she laid in her bed... knowing her end. She begged me. Her dying wish was to take Y/n out of that place. She wanted her to be with me. Her mother never wanted to send her in the first place so... even if I disagreed. I did as she asked." he explained, "I am keeping her here. But she MUST remain in her room. For her own safety. and the safety of everyone else outside this place." he explained, "She is not well Doctor Dawkins... Not well at all."

"So you're going to lock her down there... let her rot?"

"...what would you have me do?"

"...Let me help her."

"You!"

"Please... let me help her. At least let me try..."

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hoedamn-eron · 2 years ago

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baby, please - best buds

Santi tells his friends about the babies.

Warnings: Drinking of alcohol in a bar. Swearing. Lads being lads (respectfully). Brief mention of STD. Brief mention of failed birth control. Brief mention of deceased friend (Tom). Lazily proofread so probably some mistakes. Word count: 1,551 F!Pregant!Reader, no use of Y/N, although you're just mentioned in this.

Apart of my Baby, Please universe. Can be read as a stand alone, but makes more sense if you'd read Part 7.

Series Masterlist

Santiago never got nervous. He’d been in dozens of life-or-death situations; bullets to the chest, deals gone wrong, the recent fiasco in Columbia, you name it. You had to have nerves of steel in his old line of work.

But telling his friends he was going to be a dad? Terrifying.

He wasn’t sure why he was worried. Well, he did, but these were his boys, his ride or dies (literally). The most they would do was rip into him for being an idiot and not checking your condom’s expiration dates. He was kicking himself for panicking so much, he wasn’t even the first one to have a kid. Frankie’s little girl was coming up to seven months old, and Frankie was still around. Tom had had a teenager for crying out loud, it wasn’t unusual for a child to be around them. Will is on the verge of asking Claire to marry him, and they’d probably have kids in the next few years, it wasn’t as bad as he was making it out to be.

As he arrived at the bar, their usual hangout, Santiago took a moment in his truck to take a few deep breaths, closing his eyes as he leaned back on the driver’s seat.

It was going to be fine. They’ll be happy for him.

After double checking the ultrasound was in his pocket, Santiago climbed out of his truck, closing the door with a little more force than necessary. He slipped his hands into his jeans pockets as he walked to the bar before opening the door, the immediate warmth and smell of whiskey and wood bringing a familiarity that calmed his nerves slightly.

Only slightly.

“Pope!” called a booming voice over the music.

Santiago looked to his right and gave a small grin as he spotted his friends around a small round table in the back corner. Benny was stood, his arms in the air and a large smile on his face as if Santiago hadn’t heard him shout over the noise of the bar.

Santiago made his way over, Benny immediately bringing him into a hug. Santiago gave him a thump on the back before greeting Will and Frankie. “How you guys doing?” Santiago asked, taking a seat next to Frankie, trying hard to ignore the tightness in his chest, and the heavy feeling in his stomach.

“Doing all right,” answered Benny, who had taken his seat next to Will. “Helping this lovesick bastard plan his engagement to Claire.”

Will rolled his eyes. “I’m not a lovesick bastard.” He gives Benny a light punch on his arm.

Frankie gave a chuckle, taking a sip on his beer before looking giving a tap on Santi’s arm. “What do you want? I’m buying.”

Santiago ordered his usual before Frankie stood, walking to the bar. Santi turned back to Will, trying to distract himself (or delay the inevitable just a little longer). “So do you know when you’re going to do it?”

“We’re going visiting her family in Colorado next week, and she wanted to go to the Denver Botanic Gardens,” replied Will, giving a small grin. “Supposed to be really nice this time of year.”

“We’ve been trying to find a photographer all day who’s based in Denver,” teased Benny, giving a smirk to his brother.

“And I told you, I’ll email that redhead who you think is ‘hot’,” muttered Will, giving Benny another punch on the arm. “She did some pretty awesome shots of some scenery, might hire her for the actual wedding.”

Santiago looks up as Frankie abruptly returned, handing him his beer. “Thanks, Fish,” Santiago replied, taking an immediate large gulp as the nerves settled in again.

“So what’s going on with you?” Frankie asked, hitting Santiago with a stern stare.

Fuck Francisco and his ability to read Santiago like a book.

Santi shook his head, feigning ignorance. “Don’t know what you mean.”

“You’re tapping your foot,” Frankie said, motioning to the floor. “You only do that when you’re nervous, and you’re never fucking nervous, hermano. What is it?”

Santiago mentally kicks himself for not even noticing his fucking foot was tapping. Frankie was met with silence as the other occupants stared at Santiago with worried looks at Frankie’s statement. Santiago cleared his throat as he placed his beer on the table before speaking again. “I actually have something to tell you guys.”

“What is it?” Will asked, his brow furrowed at Santiago.

“If it’s another job, we’re not interested,” said Frankie, already shaking his head.

Santiago shook his head quickly at his friends. “No, it’s…nothing like that.” He averted his gaze for a second before looking back up at his friends. “Remember that woman I went out with?” he says, mentioning your name.

“The one in marketing?” Benny asked, taking a sip of his beer.

“Yeah, her,” Santiago said, nodding. “She, uh…she actually called me up again – “

“Oh shit,” Benny laughed. “She give you the clap or something?”

Santiago pulled a face at the joke, feeling like he might actually throw up right there on table. He took a deep breath before he reached into his pocket and pulled out the ultrasound. He had to remember; these were his boys. After a moment’s hesitation, he placed it on the table, his friends all leaning in to look at it.

Frankie was the first to react. He smirked, muttered a, “Holy shit,” before picking up the photo and taking a closer look at it. His smirked only widened. “Holy shit. Is that two?”

Santiago grinned nervously back at Frankie. “It’s two.”

“Man, you have your work cut out for you,” laughed Frankie, placing the ultrasound back on the table before standing, Santi following. They embraced, Frankie giving a few solid pats on Santiago’s back. “Congrats.”

“That’s not real,” said Benny, also picking up the ultrasound to take a closer look, Will leaning over his shoulder. “You’re fucking with us.”

“It’s real, man,” said Santiago, as he and Frankie take their seats again. His shoulders relaxed slightly, now that it was out in the open, and his friends were reacting as he knew they would; he wasn’t sure why he was so nervous in the first place.

“They’re definitely yours?” Will asked, his brow furrowed as he took a glance at Santi before looking back at the ultrasound.

Santiago paused for a second before he nodded. “I think so.”

“You think so?” Will asked, straightening in his seat as he studied his friend. “Did you not get a paternity test?”

“She offered,” Santiago replied, shrugging. “But I…I trust her, I know she wouldn’t lie about this.”

“Fuck man, I don’t believe it,” said Benny, laughing as he placed the scan back on the table. He shook his head at Santiago before taking a sip of his beer.

“It’s real, Benny, why would I make this up?” Santi asked, chuckling slightly, pocketing the picture.

“I find it hard to believe that anyone would want to procreate with you, Pope,” laughed Benny.

“Pequeña mierda,” Santiago said, giving Benny a swift kick under the table, causing the younger man to laugh again.

“How far along is she?” Frankie asked.

“Seven weeks, give or take,” replied Santiago, picking up his almost forgotten beer. “Due in February.”

“How did that even happen?” Will asked, chuckling as he shook his head in disbelief.

Santiago snorted, taking a sip of his drink. “Don’t get me started. She didn’t check her birth control.”

“You idiot,” laughed Frankie. “You should always have a backup.”

“Yeah, yeah,” muttered Santiago, giving Frankie a light shove. “I know.”

They table went silent for a moment before Will gave a huff before shaking his head. “Well man, congratulations. Wasn’t expecting this when I left the house tonight.”

“Fuck, you’re gonna be a dad,” said Benny, grinning widely. “To twins!”

Santiago groaned, taking a large gulp of his beer. “Don’t remind me. This shit is scarier than any job in South America.”

“I’m excited for you, Pope,” said Frankie. “You’re good with Sofía, and she loves you. She’ll be excited to have some cousins to play with from her Tío.”

“Thanks guys,” muttered Santi. “It’s fucking melted my brain, and I know it’s sappy but I’m glad I have you guys, because fuck, I don’t know what I’d do if I was alone.”

“You don’t ever have to worry about that,” said Will, giving Santiago a stern look.

Frankie silently gave Santiago a firm pat on the shoulder, giving him a nod. He cleared his throat before lifting his beer. “So…an engagement and two new babies. To new beginnings, huh?”

Santi nodded as he lifted his own beer, Will and Benny following. “To new beginnings.” Said Will, and the four of them clink their bottles together before taking a large drink.

They sit in silence for a moment, sparing a thought for Tom who was missing out on all these milestones that the group never thought they would be able to achieve, regarding their circumstances. The group do another silent cheers for Tom, before Will offers to buy the next round, leaving the table. They go back into a comfortable silence for a few moments, just enjoying each other’s company.

“How are you gonna carry two kids with your shitty knees?”

“Shut the fuck up, Benny.”

• Pequeña mierda - little shit

Tagged - @khonsulockley

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silentheiss · 9 months ago

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Seven minutes have passed since Xie Lian walked out of the bar to “have a smoke”. Gods. Xie Lian doesn’t smoke. He’s never tried smoking once in his entire life, which, if he’s honest, not even that short, too. He’s over thirty. Like, it’s less than a week before he turns thirty five, which is great! Great, cool, totally awesome. Xie Lian is so calm about it. He has a rented studio, a job that pays just enough to afford food and clothes, and, well, that’s it. That’s all he has.

He also has a social anxiety, which doesn’t really count, of course, and which, for some inexplicable reason, makes him hurriedly pluck a lit cigarette out of stranger’s hand when one of his coworkers comes out to look for him.

“Xie Lian?” Mo Huan asks, raising his eyebrows. “Are you alright?”

“Sure.” Xie Lian smiles, waving a cigarette in front of his face. “Just, you know. Smoking.”

“Yeah.” Mo Huan smirks. “I see.”

Xie Lian watches him walk away, joining a group of young looking girls and making them laugh just a second after. Xie Lian thinks he should be jealous of that ability, but all he feels is disgust. But also he feels, he realizes belatedly, the eyes of a stranger he stole a cigarette from, boring a hole in his head.

“Uh,” Xie Lian smiles, turning to face the man who’s looking at him questioningly. “Sorry?”

The man is handsome. Unfairly so. He’s wearing a leather trench coat, dark red and unbuttoned, flapping softly in the summer breeze. His long, black hair is messy and covers one side of his face. Xie Lian feels small, underdressed, and kind of cheap.

The man smiles at him as if Xie Lian is the supernova and it makes him feel even worse.

“That’s alright.” He smirks. “It’s about to burn you, though.”

Xie Lian looks at the cigarette clutched in his fingers and his eyes widen. It’s smoldering, slowly but surely, the red tip almost touching the dry skin of his knuckles now, and-

“Would you like me to take it back?” The man asks, sounding amused and gentle at the same time, reaching a hand towards Xie Lian’s.

“Oh.” Xie Lian is so lost, all of a sudden. “Sure?”

Long fingers swiftly pull the cigarette out of his hands, and in the reddish light of bar’s neon sign Xie Lian notices that stranger’s knuckles are all bloody.

“Are you okay?” He asks, before he can really think about it. The man chuckles quietly and Xie Lian flushes, suddenly wishing to be back in a stuffy bar.

“I’m quite alright. You should see the other guy, though.”

Xie Lian catches the man’s smooth hand movement and follows it with his eyes. He sees another man, tall and slim, wiping the blood off his lip with a back of his hand.

“Oh.” Xie Lian says. And then he falls silent. He’s not sure what to say next, not sure where to look. He has the feeling that the man in front of him is still looking at him, though he’s too anxious to actually look and check.

“Do you want a bandaid?” Xie Lian hears himself ask several long seconds later.

“I would love one.” Stranger practically purrs. Xie Lian looks at him, suddenly amused, and raises an eyebrow questioningly. He doesn’t seem to be that much concerned with the state of his hands, after all. Definitely not concerned enough to warrant a bandaid. But Xie Lian did suggest it, so he promptly fishes out his wallet from his back pocket and takes out a string of colorful bandaids he keeps in there just in case. When he rips one off and hands it to the stranger, though, the latter just looks at him, his visible eye suddenly shining and his brow furrowed.

“What?” Xie Lian asks.

“I don’t think I can apply it properly with just my left hand.” The man says, sounding every bit petulant that he doesn’t look.

Xie Lian finds himself obliging, nevertheless. He takes stranger’s cool hand and pretends he doesn’t notice it when it jerks minutely in his grasp. Ah! He asked for it, why does he seem surprised now?

With careful fingers Xie Lian places the bandaid so it covers first two knuckles, the ones where the skin is actually broken.

“There!” He smiles. “Feeling better now?”

“Much better.” The man answers, voice a little raspy. “Thank you.”

Xie Lian looks at him, then at his hand that he’s still holding, and feels his cheeks redden even more than before. He relaxes his fingers, expecting newly patched up hand to fall from his grasp, but it doesn’t. So, now he’s just awkwardly holding someone’s hand on his open palm. It feels way more intimate than it actually is, fuck.

Xie Lian kind of wants to fall through the cracks in the dirty, sticky asphalt under his feet.

#tgcf #hualian #tgcf fanfic #hua cheng #beefleaf #hualian fic #xie lian #mxtx tgcf #hualian fic rec

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smolweeblets · 1 year ago

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Through Kitty Cats And Kittens

Fade x Reader Valorant

Fade was an amazing woman. She was an incredibly formidable opponent with crazy good abilities and not to mention an incredible battle sense to go along with them. She knows just how to scheme to get her opponents to run around in circles. Not to mention how attractive she was while doing it. Her hard gaze could melt a hole right through you, and it only gets more intense when she's concentrated.

Needless to say, you have a massive crush on the woman. Everything she did just entranced you, you often find yourself having to rip your eyes away from her just to do even the simplest things in a mission.

Thats what made what you were doing now so daunting. You were instructed to knock at her quarters and inform her of something important. Her comm device was off and Brimstone needed her asap. You were just unfortunate enough to be the first agent to pass by. Curse Neon for waking you so early in the morning.

And so there you stood, in front of her door, trying to muster up some courage to knock.

Curse you and your pretty-girl-driven brain. This shouldnt be so hard, but the thought of just seeing and talking to her sent flutters up your spine.

You decided to just do it, and sent a few quick knocks.

A gruff sound you couldn't decipher (haha cypher) came from inside the room. Soon, the doors were opened and you finally got a glimpse of the woman herself.

She was wearing cat themed pajamas with cute little kittens, balls of yarn, and tiny fish littered all over her sleepwear. It contrasted with her current appearance, disheveled, messy and almost scary from how hard her gaze was. She was slightly flushed, not expecting the knock and having an agent see her in this state.

You almost gasped seeing her pajamas. She looked absolutely adorable, and you felt melting on the inside. You tried your best to gather your thoughts to form words, as she said something and was expecting an answer.

“What do you want.” She frowned.

“Brimstone has requested for you.” You scramble to answer. “It was urgent he said.”

She rolled her eyes and groaned. “Ugh, the one time I actually want to sleep…”

You smiled apologetically and were about to leave until your ears pricked when you heard a small mewl.

You looked down to the source of the sound and saw a small calico kitten trying to run out of the Turkish womans room. The woman looked indifferent but you heard her mutter a silent curse under her breath.

She scoops the little thing up. And it continues to mewl in her arms while she pet it to try to get it quiet. You notice a faint blush on her cheeks, realizing what she was wearing when she looked down to pick up the kitten.

“I didnt know pets were allowed here.” You curiously state. Your previous shyness melted when you saw the creature.

“Theyre not. You didnt see this.” The little thing yawned in her arms, making your heart melt.

“Whats its name?” You asked, looking at the kitten with a smile.

“None of your business.”

“Awwe, but its so cute, please?”

Fade sighs. “Her name is Churu.”

“Can I pet her?”

Fade looked at you incredulously, not believing that you were actually asking that.

“Please? I’ll steal you some of Cyphers expensive tea if you let me,” You look up to her hopefully. Youve seen her drink them from time to time, and youve also seen Cypher grumble about it constantly. Lately hes padded them with more security, so the offer mustve meant something.

She stares at you with that same incredulous look. She was frowning.

“God, I don't have the time for this. Just play with her in my room while I get ready for Brimstones meeting.”

Your face lit up as Fade handed you the small creature. You take her with glee, smiling wide at the cute cat in your hands. The woman quickly ushers you inside, not keen on anyone else seeing her little secret.

“Dont touch anything. Ill be out in 10 minutes at the most and so will you.” Fade sighs as she picks out a polo from her closet, planning to look at least somewhat presentable.

She enters her shower, and you take this time to take a look at her room. There wasnt much, the most notable thing was her desk area, having a pc with double monitors. Beside it was churus food and water bowls.

You played with the kitten with glee, savoring your time in your crushes room.

Wait.

You were in the room of the woman youve fell head over heels for since the moment you saw her, and you were playing with a cat.

YOU WERE IN FADES ROOM?

The realization took a while to get to you, but as it finally did, your face heat up. You were in Fades room. Fade. Probably the scariest and most closed off agent in the whole protocol. Well, probably after Viper, but that was besides the point. She just… let you in her room. Does she normally do that?

You shook your head no, she didnt, but its not like people just waltz up her door and ask to go inside. You still cant believe you did that. But you werer nothing special, the stars just aligned in your favor for the day. That or she just really wanted Cyphers tea, but either way, she let you in her room!

You could almost imagine the both of you laying on her bed after a long mission, tangled in each others bodies, indulging in each others warm embra–

“Ow!” You yelped in pain. Churu decided your finger looked appetizing and helped herself to a bite. Effectively interrupting your delusion. But to Churus disappointment, your finger was in fact, not food, and this caused her to jump when you unexpectedly moved it away.

“Yowch, that wasnt very nice of you.” You shook your hand from the pain. Thankfully, Churus teeth werent big enough to break skin yet, but damn it still hurt.

The kitten went on your lap, almost as if to apologize. But you knew that she was just finding somewhere warm to sleep after tiring herself out after a few good minutes of playing with you.

You sighed as you pet the kittens soft fur. Cats truly were the best.

Soon after Fade exits her bathroom fully dressed with her hair damp. You flushed slightly at her unstyled hair and quickly look back down on the kitten in your lap.

“Okay thats enough playtime, out you go.” Fade nods her head towards the doorway.

You pout, not keen on leaving so quickly. “Aw, okay…”

You gently set the small kitten on the floor and brush yourself out as you stand. Fade watches as Churu affectionately headbutts your leg and fights a smile.

“You can have her if you want. Saves me the trouble.” Fade offers suddenly. It really would help her. She didnt need to have Sage scold her and weaken her already little trust in her.

Your eyes widened at the offer. You werent quite sure you heard her right. Surely it would be extra work but a cat would be a great vice in this stressful job. Just imagining snuggling with the lil guy made you want to smile.

And either you were going crazy, or you saw the ghost of a gentle smile on Fades face as. It was only for a split second, but you dare not make a single comment on it. Dying was not on your to do list right now.

~~~~~

Fade stood in front of your door, small bundle in hand along with a large box by her feet, presumably containing all of Churus stuff. You quickly ushered her in and offered her a seat on your bed.

“No need, ill be out soon. Just know that you need to feed her at least thrice a day, theres an automatic food dispenser with a feed timer in the box for when we’re on missions, i personally refrain from using it otherwise because its a hassle to clean-”

Almost everything she said after that fell on deaf ears, you were just too happy to hear Fades voice. This is the most youve ever heard her talk, and you just couldnt get over how calming it was. You noticed the way her hands moved when she was enumerating all the things you needed to do and all the facial expressions she made as she though of any other advice she could give you.

Oh well, it was just a small kitten, how hard could it be? You would tackle the problems as they came. Plus, google existed.

“-You could probably get away with cleaning the litterbox every other day, since shes still small right now but its still best to do it every day just to be sure. I think thats about it, you got all that?”

You could do nothing but nod dumbly, pretending you had the slightest idea about a thing she talked about.

“...Right… Well, good luck with the little rascal. I'll be dropping by sometimes, don't think she's all yours.” Fade was halfway through the door already before you could even respond.

“Yeah, thanks again! Ill take good care of her!” You smiled as you waved.

Who would have thought you would adopt a cat in the protocol AND it would be the reason your crush visits your room!

Dear little Churu would be taken well of for sure

A/n: Holy shit tumblr user smolweeblet actually posts a serious oneshot!? More likely than you think.

This is super messy, and the ending is super open its practically begging for a part two. Dont expect one anytime soon though, still busy working on some requests, till next time you guys!

#fade valorant x reader #fade x reader valorant #fade x you #fade x y/n #fade x reader #valorant x reader #hazal x reader #hazal eyletmez x reader

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imasadboi · 2 years ago

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YanderePirate!Leon x Mermaid!Reader

Minors fuck off, please and thank you! This was just stuck in my lil head for a while and I went through with it, hope y'all enjoy. I may write more, depends if the inspo hits me or not. Shit was not beta'd so excuse any mistakes. . CW: blood, violence, use of weapons (harpoon), noncon, somnophilia, fingering, masturbation, reader is part fish. Lmk if I missed anything.

You first came into existence for him when he’d spotted you lounging on a rock, the sunlight making your skin glisten and your hair glow. His eyes trailed further down your body to notice your pert nipples, as a gentle sea breeze washed over your body.

But what caught his eye the most, was your tail—virescent and refracting the sun’s light in a way that made it glimmer so beautifully. He had never seen something so captivating in his life. Obsession blossomed in his chest then, the need to have you flowing into his veins at a burning rate. At this moment, his only goal in life was to capture you and make you his.

Leon finds himself smiling as he sees his harpoon shoot right through your tail, the way your blood fills the grooves of your scales and melds flawlessly with the ocean water;

“Don’t struggle darling, you’ll only make it worse for yourself!”

Your eyes involuntarily well up with tears, pain racking your body as you struggle to take in breaths. You flail in the water as your body is lifted, a loud cry escapes your throat as the unknown pirate hauls your body onto his ship—each pull causes the harpoon to jolt in your injury.

With a thud, your injured body lands on the deck; Leon has a rope in hand, roughly grabbing your arms and tying your wrists together.

“God, you look so much more beautiful up close, love.” Leon’s eyes trail across your body, lingering on your chest for a moment before eyeing the damage he just caused with his weapon. ‘I had to,’ he thinks, eyebrows furrowing with affliction, ‘She would have swam away.’

“I feel awful for this darling, but bear with me,” You follow his line of sight landing on the harpoon. You quickly realize what’s about to happen.

“Wait, wait, wait, please don’t—,” a loud and agonizing shriek is heard, reverberating in Leon’s ears causing him to wince.

Sobs and whimpers pour from your mouth as Leon tosses the item aside, “Shh dear, you did so well. I’ll make you feel better in no time. I promise darling.” He cups your face, wiping heavy tears from your face with a gentle thumb—it should be his tongue instead.

Your tail sluggishly bleeds onto the wooden floor, your body working to heal itself in a timely manner. You look into those blue eyes, contrasting the warmth of your home;

“Why are you doing this?”

Leon stops the gentle strokes on your face, his face falling into blissful tranquility, “The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were mine darling.”

It’s the last thing you hear as you succumb to darkness, the events taking a toll on your body. Leon feels his heart swell at the sight of you falling limp in his arms. He manages to slide an arm under your shoulders and your tail—struggling a bit with how slippery it is—and carries you into his quarters.

He lays you down on his bed where he wraps a bandage over your gash, noticing the way it’s beginning to close on its own. He knew of some stories and tales of merfolk abilities but now, seeing it for himself, he finds himself in awe. Had he been someone else, someone who only found interest in obtaining their weight in gold, you would have been ripped apart. Killed. All for what could be exploited for man's benefit. Anger clouds his mind for a second, “Nobody can ever hurt you now, love.”

Leon runs a hand over your cheek, pushing your hair behind your ear, “Nobody can ever hurt you now, love.”

He wants to leave you to rest but your prone body tempts that part of him he’s never felt so strongly before; desire. He can feel himself begin to harden at the thought of giving in. How dare you seduce him even while unconscious.

His hand slightly trembles as his fingertips make contact with the soft flesh of your stomach, feeling it rise with every pull of breath you take in and release. God, you look so beautiful. Those fingers make their way to the underside of your tit, before gliding onto your nipple. It perks at his touch and his excitement ramps up. How sensitive. His fingers grasp your nipple lightly, rolling it and pushing it into the supple flesh of your breast. He watches your face with rapport as he does so, your face gives no indication that you’re aware of his actions.

The left hand trailing your body finally lands onto your tail, the scales under his touch feel moist yet smooth. There’s a gathering of scales that stand out among the others, his throat feels dry upon approaching it. With one finger, he gently moves the largest scale.

Now his mouth is practically salivating as his finger slowly reveals a seemingly normal looking pussy, only different in color—it matches the colors of your tail and he’s never found anything more beautiful. He takes a quick glance at your face and sees you’re still deep asleep.

He knows he shouldn’t, would rather see your live reactions to his touches, but he’s been dreaming about this for too long. Leon gingerly presses his pointer finger inside, taking note of how warm and wet you are. Your pussy seems to clench on the intrusion before relaxing. He slides it in and out, wanting to gather more of your wetness; It’s more viscous than other women he’s been with, creating a stupidly easy slip and slide for his finger.

Without hesitation, he dips two more fingers in, in awe as your pussy easily accepts them, like it was made for him. The other hand he had by your face moves to push his pants down, his dick already weeping with pre. He has enough restraint to keep from fucking you right then and there, instead removing his fingers from your hole and slathering the slick he accumulated from you onto his cock. He returns his fingers in you, this time with four. He begins to pump himself with the other, imagining he’s inside you instead.

There’s a slight strain to fingering you as he curls his fingers into the spongy part of your walls—which earns him a twitch of your tail and a cut-off whimper from you—while teasing the head of his dick. The arousal burns right through him, and Leon is unable to hold back from releasing deep moans and whimpers as he moves his hand faster. He sees your body start to squirm the more insistent he is with his digits, the urgency and deep need to make you cum with him hanging obsessively over his head.

You wake up with a feeling like something in your abdomen has snapped, and a loud moan shakily leaves your throat. Your pussy feels full and pulsates around the intruding object. On the other hand, Leon finally gives in and shoots load after load onto his shirt, hand, and thighs—the look of your face, pure bliss, tipping him over the edge. He awaits a tongue-lashing from you only to find you’ve gone back to sleep.

He removes his fingers from you with care, bringing them to his mouth. At the first taste of you, he moans. He sucks on his fingers until your essence is completely eliminated. He tucks himself back into his pants, still feeling breathless from having cum so intensely. If just this felt amazing, he can only wonder what it’ll be like when he’s finally in you.

#leon kennedy x reader #yandere leon kennedy #mermaidreader #pirateleonkennedy

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smallraindrops-blog · 7 months ago

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Reading your ideas for Y/n in Hades 2 brings me such joy. I have an idea in my head for him related to one of the levels, and I'm not going to spoil it, but I will say it seems to be able to... corrupt being in a way.

(Basically Boss Fight Y/n)

That said, I constantly think about Melinoë getting there and seeing who she thinks is a shade in need of help. He hasn't lost his form, but the closer she gets, the more... distorted he seem. His skin is scared, clothes torn and ripped, and he's deathly still. Black tar stains his fingers and feets (ichor she fears). She thinks she hears whispers the closer she gets, names and pleas she can't understand, and as she is just a few feet away, the shade whips round and barely a second later. There's a spear at her feet.

And as she looks up, there stands a Shade that looks at her with such anger, such disdain, she almost misses the desperation in his eyes.

This shade is skilled, fighting not only with his spear but his bare blackend and bloody knuckles. As the fight draws on she feels herself slowing down, knowing the shade won this round she returns to the shadows and as she hears the outraged scream that leaves the shade, she feels not fear, but pity.

When she returns, she consults Frinos, then tells Hecate and Odysseus about this shade, and she wouldn't forget how Odysseus paled, how Hecate looked so solemn. She misses how Hypnos twitched in his sleep when they told Melinoë who that shade might be.

As for Y/n? He can't discern who he's fighting most days. Everything is registered as an enemy in his head. Everything around him feels fuzzy, and he hurts, he's thinks his knuckles are broken, but he can't tell. His body aches but he hasn't been able to sleep in years. Not until someone lays him to rest.

So, he'll wait. Until someone can defeat him, he'll wait and listen to shadows that whisper and try to soothe to him, he'll listen to their lullabies until it time to fight once more.

Poor Melinoë has her work cut out for as a she a fights a guy who lost not only his family, but his husband and the ability to see who's friend and who's foe.

(Cough cough Apologies this got outta hand so enjoyyy)

Thank for the food!🍱 🙏 and never apologize for this! This is great! I love it so much. I keep rereading it this is so goooood.

funny enough, i think a while ago, i responded to an ask about what a possible boss fight for y/n and Hypnos might look like before Hades 2 was announced. But I can’t seem to find it rn.

putting the rest of my response under here.

Oooooh I was wondering if there might be corruption elements due to the nature of witchcraft that is present in the game. So I was also thinking about a possible boss fight with y/n ( great minds think alike! That and it's just so much fun.)

also Imagine poor Mel having to fight a family member due to possible corruption. Oooo or maybe a battle with Achilles himself…

But yeah I am just musing about Odysseus about this bit. Because here is the thing, he saw what Y/N was like in his prime.

Achilles is the greatest warrior in his generation ( if fate had played out differently, Achilles would overthrow Zeus himself after all) but I would argue that Y/N could be a top contender for his own.

Not to mention, he got one-on-one training from Achilles and from Chrion himself along with y/n’s own natural talent and killer instinct.

I mean, how many people can say that? (And y/n is able to comfortably hold his own against Zagreus, a minor god himself. )

Odysseus had seen and heard what Y/N was capable of doing during the war, he saw the lad mowed a bloody path through battlefields, leaving broken corpses behind him.

i also hc Odysseus had heard about y/n’s last battle against Ares, that he was able to temporarily defeat the god of war. And there are the things y/n did during his lost years before he ended up in that little fishing town.

A completely sane Y/N is already a dangerous foe to have, but one that is angry and hurting and that has lost his sanity is horrific.

So Odysseus is like fuck.

Because Mel is probably going to get defeated a lot before she is going to be able to get past a feral Y/N.

He does his best to help Mel, telling her everything he knows about how Y/N fights and what kinds of weapons might work against Y/N. And telling her to try to avoid him all together, until they can get Y/N back to normal or Mel gets stronger.

And poor y/n. I imagine when not fighting, he is just trying to follow the whispers, sure that whoever is speaking to him will be able to smooth his hurt.

Sometimes he can almost see a face in his memory, hazy like the river lethe. He felt like if he could just focus, he could make out the face - a smile? Golden as nectar ? Maybe, the voice is so airy so quiet- but he can’t, it dissipates the moment he tries, so he is chasing after a ghost.

and yeah, most of the time he can’t tell if he is in the middle of fall of Troy or somewhere else, with Ares looming over him or Pyrrhus’ mad laughing, or Achilles’ screams of grief.

And maybe Hypnos is completely aware that Y/N is hurting, but unable to help him so he feels even more trapped in his own hell. He doesn’t want Y/N to get killed again ( it is just different when it is y/n, Zagreus was meant to die over and over.)

but Hypnos is at the point where he has to admit that it might be the only way to get Y/N back to normal. He just hopes Mel does it quickly.

I like to think Melionë would go to Hypnos after the conversation and try to reassure him that she is going to do her best to help y/n and don’t worry, she is going to reunite them. Just have faith in her please.

I just realized that I kinda repeated what you said but yeah, I'm gonna be thinking about this a looooot.

#wake me from this dreaming #asks and replies #hades 2 spoilers

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fleetsonourgecentral · 1 year ago

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A request: Ebony celebrates Fleetway Super birthday along with the freedom Fighthers celebrathing Sonic's birthday (so Super and Sonic share a birthday celebration :D) but Scourge IS jealous because he doesn't get any gifts

Adfjdasfjds Scourge being jealous for petty reasons my beloved

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"This doesn't seem fair," Scourge grumbled, folding his arms and glaring at his surroundings like he could set the decorations alight with his eyes alone. Unfortunately, getting zapped by the Master Emerald didn't seem to grant him those powers, but hey, it was always worth double checking.

"Life isn't fair," Sonic said, smug smirk fully plastered on his face as he lounged on his throne for the day. The throne in question was nothing more than an old armchair fished out of the dump, and was covered in rips and clearly falling apart, but it was clean (thanks to Tekno's efforts) and it was the nicest chair the Freedom Fighters owned, so they made do.

Scourge was surprised they were putting in the effort at all. Sonic's ego was so big it was a wonder his head didn't swell and become too heavy for his body to carry; there was really no need to stroke his ego by giving him a throne.

For some reason, though, the Freedom Fighters, despite usually being extremely enthusiastic about keeping Sonic's ego in check, had decided today was an exception. It was his birthday, after all.

"How did you even get all this?" Scourge said. Thankfully, none of the cheesy "happy birthday" banners had been strung up on the wall - those were dumped on Ebony's doorstep - but in their place were custom-made banners proudly congratulating the Hero of Mobius on another year of victory over Robotnik. Over the top and unnecessary, considering the victory in question was mostly just his continued survival, and thus his continued ability to be a future pain in the ass.

Not that Robotnik didn't have it coming, but still.

"We made them!" Tails chirped from where he was stringing up another banner, this one declaring today as Sonic Day. "Tekno designed most of the banner so it would look cool enough that Sonic won't complain, and then Amy and I helped decide what they should say, and then we all painted them together!"

"And you didn't invite me?"

"We both know you would've told us all to fuck off if we asked you to help," Amy said, although the teasing smile on her face showed her comment was light-hearted instead of irritated. Gross.

"These aren't new, anyway," Tekno said. "We made these before you arrived, so you couldn't have helped. Unless you found a way to time travel. If you find an easy way to time travel, let me know?"

"Sure, whatever."

And now that Scourge was looking, the banners did seem a little worn. Small rips on the edges, colors dulled, the paper crinkled; obviously reused over the years. He nudged one of the banners crumpled on the floor with his foot, then picked it up to inspect it, holding it with his thumb and forefinger. Sonic's painted winking face greeted him, and Scourge sneered at it. On the back of the banner, he could see a cluster of signatures. Some he recognised - Tails and Amy - while some he'd never heard of - who in the world was Shortfuse? - and some... well, some were just initials, none of which he recognised. He certainly didn't remember any friends of Sonic's who went by J.L.

"Are you going to stand there, or are you going to help?" Amy said, lightly elbowing him as she passed, snatching the banner from his hands.

"What's it look like? I'm gonna stand here."

"No you're not. Help Tekno bring the gifts in."

"I'm not participating in this. You do shit like this then wonder why he's an arrogant dickhead."

"Is it arrogance if it's justified?" Sonic said.

"Justify my foot up your ass," Scourge said, just as Tekno dragged him away.

The pile of presents was bigger than it had any right to be. The Freedom Fighters didn't have much money - apparently fighting for the safety of the entire fucking planet doesn't pay well, or at all, which is bullshit and all the more reason for Scourge to find the whole thing stupid - so none of them could really afford to go all-out with the presents, but the bulk of the pile came from local civilians who had caught wind of the celebration and wanted to express their gratitude. Over the past week during their travels, civilians would stop them, shyly handing over presents and telling them they were for Sonic's birthday, a token of their appreciation for constantly saving their asses, because they couldn't be bothered to do it themselves.

No one said that last bit out loud, but Scourge always made sure to mentally add it.

Why they couldn't express their gratitude with some fucking cash, he did not know.

"Grab the presents by the table?" Tekno said, scooping presents into her arms. For what it was worth, although the pile was bigger than one would expect, at least most of the presents were small.

Groaning with all the contempt he could muster, Scourge shuffled over to the table and started tucking presents under his arms.

"Did you drop off everything at Ebony's?" Tekno said. Her voice was low, hidden by the rustle of the presents, only loud enough for Scourge to hear. Not that he thought Sonic could hear them when they were out here, but better safe than sorry.

"Whaddya take me for? Of course I did," Scourge said, voice equally low, although that was more for Tekno's peace of mind than his own. She'd shush him if she thought he was being too loud, but she was also really bad at shushing people quietly, and ended up attracting attention with her shushes more often than not. It was really counterproductive. Scourge didn't know why Sonic had let it slide for this long.

"Just making sure."

Scourge grunted, but he did give the rest of the presents an obligatory once-over, just to be sure there weren't any that shouldn't be there.

Super's birthday fell on the same day as Sonic's. It was why all the cheesy banners had been dumped on Ebony instead of in the trash where they belonged. The Freedom Fighters - okay, mostly Tekno - thought it was a good idea to send a few presents over from all of them, as a gesture of goodwill and minor bribery to please not turn evil and try to kill them all again. It was a plan Sonic had been conveniently left out of; even with their less strained relationship (although that really wasn't saying much) it was blatantly obvious he still wasn't fond of Super. He wouldn't stop them from giving him birthday presents, or wanting to wish him a happy birthday, but he would wrinkle his nose and mutter a comment under his breath, which was apparently a problem, although Scourge hadn't figured out why.

Ebony had asked if they wanted to stop by, even tentatively offered a joint birthday celebration if that would make things easier, but she was swiftly turned down. Presents were a safe bet, the Freedom Fighters had agreed, because they could be dropped off at any time, and Sonic would never have to know, and they could wish Super a happy birthday without ever leaving Sonic's side on the actual day. And they could send Scourge to be their little delivery boy so none of them would have to do it; despite the olive branch, Tails and Amy were still wary of Super. Apparently Scourge and (somehow) Tekno were the only ones who weren't little bitches about him.

Well, Sonic wasn't a little bitch exactly, but he wasn't as cool and casual about Super as he wanted to be. So he didn't count.

"I'm just saying," Scourge said, hefting as many presents into his arms as he could, "if you're going to make the decorations look like a 'congrats on kicking ass without dying' celebration, we should all be getting presents."

"It's not your birthday, though."

"I'm his boyfriend, though. Shouldn't I get, like, a solidarity present?"

"No, because it isn't your birthday."

Scourge bit back a comment about how if Super got to have a birthday just because he was another Sonic, then logically, so should he. Because, well, it wasn't his birthday, even though all the celebration really made it feel like it should be. He thought birthdays for Sonics were the same across all dimensions - he was pretty sure he shared a birthday with Prime, eugh - but apparently not.

With another exaggerated groan, he shuffled back into the living room with the presents towering high above him, because second trips were for chumps, and dumped them at Sonic's feet. His own gift wasn't in there, but only because he'd already given it to Sonic this morning. The moment he woke up, in fact. Scourge wasn't about to be beaten by anyone in anything, including being the first person to give Sonic a gift.

Not that it was anything special. Scourge wasn't exactly rolling in money either, and Sonic was a pain in the ass to shop for. Humiliation had nipped at his heels when he handed the gift over, ready to burn him, but Sonic seemed to really like it - underneath the obligatory layer of snark - so it was fine.

Probably.

He eyed the pile of presents again, and tried not to gnaw on his lip.

Some of the civilians who gave them presents looked... well, not well-off, but comfortable. Not rich, not even close to rich, but able to at least afford something nice for the Hero of Mobius. More than Scourge could afford.

More than any of the Freedom Fighters could afford, though, and Sonic didn't really give a shit about his fans outside of the inherent bragging rights that come with having fans in the first place. None of those civilians knew what Sonic liked. The Freedom Fighters did. Scourge did.

He doubted any civilian signatures were on the back of the banner he picked up.

A party thrown by civilians probably wouldn't look like this at all. That would be far more elaborate, with more people pitching in to help, even more vomit-worthy banners and decorations hung from every wall and banister, singing the praises of Sonic the Hedgehog. Over the top, and licking his ass, and making a huge deal out of him. Exactly the kind of celebration Sonic would like; he always loved it when people lavished him with praise for his efforts in saving the world, the arrogant bastard.

Sonic didn't have any of that, this year. Oh, sure, the party would stroke his ego, but it wasn't lavish. Compared to what he could have, it was almost humble.

But. He didn't look upset by it. Didn't even feign annoyance that it wasn't as big as it could be.

Scourge couldn't remember any of his own birthdays looking like this growing up. No friends surrounding him, bickering as they hung birthday banners or fetched presents or argued over the cake. No shitty birthday chair fished out of the dump. No lavish party to sing his praises. His birthdays weren't humble like this one, but they weren't extravagant, either.

They were... cold. Empty. There was no soul in the presents, no warmth in the candle of the cake. No signatures on the back of a hand-made birthday banner.

Scourge swallowed down the ugly feeling in his stomach.

Whatever. He didn't need any of that shit. He was Scourge the fucking Hedgehog, he knew exactly how great he was. Who needed a giant party? Not him. He wasn't that fragile.

"Scowl any harder and your face will get stuck."

Scourge flipped Sonic off without even looking. "Eat shit, birthday boy."

"Are you sulking because Pixel Brain jumped on you this morning when he came to wish me a happy birthday?"

"He crushed my fucking ribs," Scourge complained, glad for something to focus on. The interruption had been rude, and Tails was fortunate they were already awake; had he done that shit while Scourge was still asleep, he would've gotten an ass full of quills.

"Right. And you're definitely not sulking because you wanted to cuddle."

"I don't cuddle."

"Bullshit you don't."

"I don't. You have no proof."

"Then you're gonna start."

Before Scourge could say a word of protest, Sonic grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him onto his lap.

"Fuck off and let me go," Scourge snapped, shifting to get comfortable.

"It's my birthday," Sonic said, smirking his stupid, smug, victorious grin. "That means you have to do what I say."

"I'm not doing shit, you can't tell me what to do, birthday or not," Scourge said, leaning further into Sonic when he wrapped an arm around his waist to pull him closer.

"You'll get the chair when it's your birthday, if it's any consolation."

"Fuck the chair! What about my presents?"

"We'll see."

"Asshole," Scourge grumbled, biting Sonic lightly on the shoulder to emphasize his point, but he only got an amused chuckle in return.

"You're getting off when the cake gets here," Sonic said.

Huffing, Scourge snuggled further into Sonic. They'd see about that.

#sonic the hedgehog #scourge the hedgehog #fleetway sonic #stc sonic #fleet!sonourge #asks #fanfic #tekno the canary #HIIIIIIIIII I AM. SO FUCKING SORRY. I DID NOT MEAN FOR THIS TO TAKE THIS LONG #'i love writing' i say as i proceed to not write for months #chronically lazy..... but at least it isn't a 'well over a year' wait like some of my other fics.......#me: haha scourge being jealous for petty reasons!#scourge: thinks about how his birthdays have never had the love and care put into them as sonic's #me: oh for fucks sake #author write a fic that doesn't end up dabbling in the internal angst of these boys challenge: failed #i simply cannot control myself #sorry this didn't really have super and ebony in it #couldn't think of a way to include them that didn't involve a joint celebration/party. and i. can't imagine sonic would be happy about THAT #hope you enjoyed anyway!!!#and again i am soooooooo sorry this took so long

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meilas · 2 years ago

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Socks' Ultimate Phantoms list

Phantoms

Franc D'Ambrosio - Yes. Brings all the sad noises and I am here for it. Nice voice. Excellent acting and facial expressions. Very expressive eyes. Is a cinnamon roll irl. Gary Mauer - Best voice ever. 10/10 would believe this man was an angel. Greg Mills - Looks like a cinnamon roll, will kill you. I never thought tongue action could be sexy but here we are. Ted Keegan - Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll. Surprisingly sexy. Killian Donnelly - Looks like a cinnamon roll. I can't explain why I like him, but I do. Christopher Carl - I've only heard audio of him but I like him based on how he sobbed on the golden angel. Jeremy Stolle - Nice voice. Acting is too subtle. Peter Karrie - I love how he takes certain notes up a step, just to show that he can. Slightly nasally, but tolerable. Davis Gaines - tbh all I remember really is him slowly rocking his hips while he was sprawled on the portcullis and I now judge all phantoms on a metric of how good their pants look. 9/10 his pants. Peter Joback - I absolutely hated him when he sang in English. I liked him a little better when he did the show in Swedish. James Hume - Unmemorable. Michael Nicholson - Excellent acting choices. Was thinking about him for two weeks after watching. I just really like the production in German, okay? Earl Carpenter - Better in his earlier runs. Good acting choices. Simon Pryce - Very deep voice. Stands nicely. Scott Davies - He looked like fun and I wanted to like him. Noped out of that one pretty quick. Too much vibrato. Anthony Crivello - From the Vegas boot! I actually don't remember too much about him. But I know I liked the boot! Ben Crawford - Tended to have really weird pronunciation toward the end of his run. He was decent when I saw him right after the Broadway reopening. The most remarkable thing he did was to belly slide all the way across the stage during STYDI. Other than that, I recall nothing specific. Thiago Arancam - Remarkable only in the fact that he is boring. Uwe Kroger - The boob-stroking guy. I remember nothing else. Cooper Grodin - Entertaining in the fact that his acting is so wooden. Nice voice when he's not doing blocking at the same time. Good pants. It helps that he never skips leg day. Laird Mackintosh - I think he was good? I honestly don't remember. Geronimo Rauch - I remember I liked him! Norm Lewis - Nice voice, a little boring. Sorry Norm. John Owen-Jones - Hands. Michael Crawford - Absolutely not. I do not understand what anyone sees in him. His voice sounds like it's about to snap any second, and he is very unsexy. David Shannon - Yes. Absolutely yes. Excellent acting choices and nice voice. Does sad very well. Deserved better. Saulo Vasconcelos - All I can recall is @wheel-of-fish spamming the chat with "hands" all night and that's all anyone really needs to know about his Phantom. Ethan Freeman - Looks like a goddamn stick insect during Final Lair and I am here for it. Looks like Tony Shaloub. Bronson Norris Murphy - Technically only was the Phantom in Love Never Dies. RIP. He deserved better. Anyway. His voice is a little deeper than Franc's or Gary's. I wish he had gotten a chance to play the Phantom in POTO proper. I am very curious as to how he would have played it. Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a burnt cinnamon roll. Ramin Karimloo - He was my intro to POTO on stage. I liked his performance enough that I went looking for more clips of the musical, and found the Saturday Streams. Eiji Akutagawa - Ah yes. The self-groping Phantom. That's all I can remember about him. Josh Piterman - Does sad very well. Gerard Butler - My first-first Phantom. I still like him. There's something about his voice that I do actually like, and it annoys me very much when people go "he can't sing" yes he can, everyone has the ability to sing. Just shut up and let me enjoy what I like in peace. Hugh Panaro - Great voice, excellent acting. Funny. Fun to watch. Reminds me of Franc, in that they're both innocent/childish. Hugh is more childish and angry. Looks like he could kill you, and he might, it depends on his mood.

PART TWO

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disengagedspirit · 1 year ago

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Time: Mid-February, in the year 2024 Content Warnings: Unsanitary tw

"Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?" — Black Phillip, "The Witch"

The stinging sensation that was starting to take over her pale, nearly translucent skin felt like something of a dream. In fact, as the smell of burning flesh wafted through the air and into her nostrils, the realization that had once been long forgotten immediately returned as red glowing eyes shot open and shifted onto the man who had discovered her buried corpse. There were no words. Only an insatiable hunger that was aching to be filled, but without the ability and strength to free herself from the nail driven through her heart, she simply laid there in wait like a lion praying on its victim. However, the closer he got in his attempt to free her, the sweeter his blood smelled, and when he had just come into reach, close enough for her to use what little strength that did remain, Mercy sank her elongated fangs into his neck, ripping out the flesh leaving the blood to drain out onto her thanks to the gift of gravity.

As she consumed what she could, before he pulled back and flailed around like a fish on the ground, it gave her just enough strength to rip the huge nail from the confines of aged wood and her chest. And like that of something wild, Mercy leaped out of the coffin and scurried over to the wounded man further sinking her teeth into the injured area as she drank feverishly a long awaited meal.

It was almost as if she were trying to set a record in how fast she could drain him – her mind victim to the parasite that lived inside her, and once she was finished, she fell back to the ground as the nearly 400 year fog seemed to escape her brain. The relief and calmness didn’t last long though when she realized that she had just stolen another life, sending her back to the morning she had awakened to find her maid laying on the floor of her Salem home resembling that of the deceased man laying next to her. And without being able to control it, she let out a heartbreaking cry followed by scurrying backwards away from the body horrified by yet another death at her hand.

“Just call me angel of the morning, Angel. Just touch my cheek before you leave me, Baby!” The words rangout from nearby, causing Mercy to jump, and on closer inspection she realized it was coming from the dead man’s pants. Cautiously approaching him, she stuck her hand into his pocket and slowly pulled out the small somewhat heavy device as the ringtone repeated itself. A picture flashed up on the screen of a man leaving Mercy with furrowed eyebrows, but before she could get a good look at it, the phone shut off and went black.

Tossing it on the ground out of fear, she forced back the knot in her throat, before standing to her feet and wiping her mouth off with her arm. Her tattered and dirt marked clothing from the 1600s now stained with fresh blood. And just before she could catch her breath, the same song filled the air loudly, startling her once more knowing that if she lingered here any longer, there was a pointing finger waiting to accuse her of yet another crime she knew she was guilty of, unlike most of the women who had once been accused many years ago for being something they were not.

#solo: angel of the mourning #unsanitary tw #wickedswriting

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lacunasbalustrade · 2 years ago

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It has been a while since these hands

fell upon the pores of paper,

tattooing a puppet so that it astounds

as it prances down the street.

I strip her naked,

give her the staff that symbolises my vices,

and bid her walk through the crowds.

I fold her clothes into drawers and rip

their seams methodically until

I can make them into faux wigs for other puppets.

I give her feathered wings made of amputated,

hollowed voices,

can you hear their silent fury permeating the world?

This is my craft, darlings,

this is your precious art;

I cannot let a thing exist without dissecting it

and this is a stain upon my hands that the touch of a loved one does not erase.

I don't want to examine things, you know.

I want to let them exist without having to apologise, and whisper sweet nothings to them

as we squat in a white and accepting horizon of nothingness appreciating blank space.

I do not want to hammer props together,

and bring my friends into a darkened theatre,

to gather my puppets and have them perform for others' short laughter,

a lovely resolution indeed to learn

from a story that is not theirs

and that they cannot truly walk into.

I do not want to be a theatrical deception,

I refuse to tell a story that will make you think life is worth living.

I hate how words wrap around my skin like

a lower layer of clothes,

of armour,

I hate that my words have the ability to

move people forward or

backward like pawns on a board.

These words come from the wiseness

and experience of a me who

has not enough stomach

to let a promise stay untold;

constantly afraid of forgetting it.

I wish I could recall my heart so fearlessly

that none of it would be mysterious to me,

and thus avoid having to set tombstones of verbs

and nouns into the ground every time I

want to memorialise someone or

something once important to me.

Couldn't I just let them go,

instead of fossilizing them alone,

mummifying them into a dark and disturbed dusk

that they must now wander without a map?

I have killed people from my side

by sticking their incense into the fire

before they were even gone.

I don't want to write.

I don't want to make.

Yes, I

would rather be a consumer,

what is so odd about it?

I hate my own words which exist in

the darkness of a girl younger than the year

I was born.

I would throw a tantrum like a child if that would drive the words away from me,

scatter them like petals to a breeze

or fish to a pebble dropped in the pond.

Can't I exist without judging

and determining the value of things?

Effortless,

I want an effortless ability to

separate the sheep from the lambs.

Can you replace my words with a healing touch? Because all I can offer you is tomes of sadness

and grimoires of what once happened,

living sacrifices bound in hair and blood.

Ghastly,

alive,

undead;

I can't keep putting my name on the altar as

a gift to you, do you understand?

The smoke dries my eyes out into desiccated coconut that I drop into soup and reuse,

nutrients never leaving the cycle of

seeing and

hearing and

painful speculation with speech.

Find me my heart,

someone I do not have to tell stories to.

Let the warmth of our hands gesturing be enough to sustain us.

I want to listen to you talk for the rest of your life and

say nothing at all,

it is a cruel thing that I must speak

in order for someone to take a look over at me,

on the opposite side of the metro.

Can I not take a vow of silence,

of deep breaths and unwavering faith?

But I am so very weak to the sight of you

sitting there and waiting for me to reach out a hand, so much that even

when there is nothing waiting for my return,

I offer up a slashed wrist without a second thought.

In a room with no lights on,

the cool wall drains all defiance from my slumped back. Where will I be when I can

finally throw this pen off the highest skyscraper and not dive down to follow my

most heavy curse?

I am hungry for my words to follow a

standard that I can smooth out to

be acceptably vague,

not deceptively simple and terribly full of grief.

I have collected standard samples of writing

that I wish to portray,

but I can't force myself into a mould because

the grief wants more than anything to speak.

I try to prune it and weed it yet

it grows back again,

and again,

And again.

I can quell it,

gild it,

but a lily is a lily,

and I cannot pull it from the riverbed,

my love.

I cannot.

I don't want to call him by another name.

It suits him,

yes,

but I do not want to sacrifice him to the page.

Our story is the only one

I'm capable of telling,

but I do not want to give it over

into the arms of someone who

will kill the author and strip

the meat of his story

from its bones.

Yes, I know

my writing only has one purpose;

to lend a medium of canvas to someone else's easel

But let me be selfish,

just

this

once,

and say that I cannot tell this story to a page.

I cannot bear to place him in the arms

of someone else,

who will take him

and love him

In a way that is entirely wrong.

I will not and cannot abandon

these words that harbour his gentle tenacity,

his careful intimacy,

to the circus

for some coin and a little recognition.

I will find some other act,

and make a mediocre living,

and I will not strip him of the acknowledgement

I owe him and he owes me,

us to one another;

that we are the closest any person could be

in perfect clarity.

I do not want to call him by another name,

and reduce him to a legend I

am willing to tell around the fire.

For everyone knows that

the more precious the story,

the closer you hold it to your chest,

and the more tenderly you play your cards.

The story is like your hand,

reserved for a few,

only a select few,

who get to look into your eyes and

hear your account of the whole affair.

Here is the best declaration of love that I can manage; I will not immortalise you in my pages.

I will not sketch your visage onto paper.

I will never write a song about you.

Here is the best way I can think of loving you;

I will never let you roam alone,

cut-and-pasted and become a

fragment of someone else's memory.

Here is my answer and my fault,

I refuse to let you weather the ages without me,

and I think we shall go into the world beyond

this world together so neither of us have

to remain as ghosts.

If we leave this world earlier,

and more separated than I would like,

I want nothing to tie you down there.

I want to meet you on the road to heaven,

and damn

if we had things we never got to do on Earth,

because you are enough,

regardless if we get to be

the couple of teenage dreams and

restful wishes or not

I would make my home a battlefield,

and a war too,

if it was one you were fighting with me.

I cannot let you become a secret that I tell.

It is hard to keep these lips shut.

I want to fly our story on

banners from planes and walk

over the sky in fireworks.

But I will not taint you with that wish.

Here and now,

I snap my puppets in two,

breaking their backbones mercilessly.

Here and now,

I delete the only copy of our painstakingly written draft.

Here and now,

the fabric of our universe returns to you,

a ripped and threadbare fabric teeming with holes

and loose strands healing before your eyes

(I cannot make you a poem)

and I will not,

cannot drag you away from it again.

It cost me all my strength,

the first time round.

I hate writing,

and although it stems from my ghosts,

they do not have to speak for me to be content.

If I do not let you remain vibrant with colours,

if I do not hesitate to shut them up and

let us dance,

what sort of lover would I be?

I make the choice here now to lock my past in a room.

To me, love is

something that changes what's precious.

No, I don't think I am a better person

for ignoring the depth of grief within me,

but I will not let my ghosts out to shriek.

I will love you and with

each day they will grow fainter in their bars,

this is the sacrifice I choose to make

rather than satisfy their hunger.

I would starve myself

to have you,

do you understand?

In keeping you,

I have kept the harbour of my life.

Any oath or path I take up has a price to pay,

but yours is the only one in which I am refunded

in full at the end

(yes, I do not know how things will turn out,

but I could never regret this.

I have regretted nothing since I stepped into you.)

Paper will not wrap itself around my heart again.

I will not protect myself with layers of

words like magic seals,

nor communicate my intentions through

gifts of intrigue you cannot speak the language of. Real and true,

I must tear apart the doors that lead nowhere, storming through hallways in

search of the best route to lead you in so

you don't get lost,

and confuse the direction,

and reach me with the fastest time.

For you,

for you,

I shred my armour.

For you,

for you, I,

I will be speechless.

For you, for you,

I let you fill in your questions in your neat handwriting into my heart

and I let time answer for me with

the hug that only space can give as

it makes way for the two of us to embrace.

For you I gave up the treachery

that I took up to elucidate my own home.

I will build one with my hand in yours instead.

Let us walk unsteadily down our path,

the laundry dripping wet in the basket.

We'll hang it up from a branch,

chortling heard through the trees,

and we will have no explanation required from us.

I will make tea and the steam will fog up

your vision, yet you will see

my silhouette through it.

There needs to be no words when we stretch

out like cats leisurely on pillows next to

our glass windows,

basking in the heat of the sun,

the rays of the mundane afternoon we

fought so hard and long for.

The wounds will not be deep,

they will be shallow gouges,

and I will trace my finger down your

cheek and call them healed.

I will cry,

and you will stand there,

waiting for me as I scream,

never once turning your face away.

I will lick the salt clean from my face,

and you will wipe it from my mouth.

I will still fold my blankets thickly over myself,

but I will not need them anymore.

I will have your warmth.

No one said it will stop hurting,

only that I would stop wanting to forget.

And as days after days fall from memory,

I will compare my remembrance with yours.

Together, we will make a game of it,

and it will matter not if we take shortcuts

or cheat because the fadeaway cannot thin

our bond from our sightline,

cannot mist over the horizon we float

through together at our own pace.

And my tears will slowly fossilize into gems

that I wear around my neck,

glistening as proof that we once lived

through such and such times,

yet taken as nonsense by the

new generation who cares shallowly for us.

For you, I will tell no stories.

We can face each other and speak these words,

so there is no need for us to

burden others with them.

This is my proposal to you,

let me be the only story you live through.

This is my proposal to you, let yours

be the only story I keep silent,

the only one I hold to my heart.

I refuse to tell this story.

It is too magnificent to be given freely,

a jealous treasure I will guard.

It is the only thing I will not write about,

the only thing I will shield from my grief

I will not associate my heart with my clinging depression.

They are separate,

and distinctly gifted with different rationale

(my grief to tell me how much

to treasure my joy,

my joy to remind me that there is more

to love than grief.)

My hands will not end up knitting these colours together -

they can stay in their separate compartments so

they do not muddy the colours.

That's why I will not tell your stories.

But I delight in sharing my life within glances to you. I will write about you no more,

and you will live on only within your own existence. You will not become a part of my resume,

and I will not carve you up to please those

who want to see what I crave and create.

I will not cremate you before your arrival and

I will not leave your name up on a mountain.

I will not take you and throw you towards those whom

doubt me as a warning.

I will not share you nor hide you

You will remain your own and I will listen to you

Reaching out across the distance

Without desiring to place a territorial mark on you

I will give you the freedom of striking

the match.

there has been enough grief,

and you will not be soaked or consumed

by what has already taken so much

from me.

I have had enough lost to fill a hundred boxes,

I will not lose you preemptively this time around to

prevent you from breaking my heart.

you will have this choice if I must tear myself apart for it,

I will let you have the upper hand.

I love you enough to keep your secrets safe for you.

I love you enough to kill my reason for you.

This time, you have the steering wheel, and I accept

it if you crash the car.

you have every right, so please,

do not be angry at me for not writing you

into

a story.

I cannot bear it if you do not see why,

why I must not tell the world about you.

You must be the one to tell it.

All I touch is filled with the taste of me, and in

order to have your story be true,

It cannot be easily given.

That is why I must say nothing.

My pen is yours for the taking.

I will tell no one about you,

Only breathe and your hollow absence will be on

my mind always

Anyone can see whom I belong to, but the magic

Is in the refusal to give the game away.

Every inch of my skin is marked with 'sold',

I am entirely yours and

I will not assert myself over you unless it is

Of your doing.

How have you wanted to be loved all these years?

I still am not presumptuous enough to

Believe that I know everything about it, but

I do know this: you needed a broken and

contrite love.

Someone as fiercely burning as you, someone who could

Understand what it was like to set yourself aflame

For the sake of the light to attract

Those whom you wanted.

someone who could tell how you felt,

who would not make you walk down the road of

the person who you had made

yourself pretend to be.

you did not deserve to have to be strong,

and I will not tell of those days you got up

when the floorboards creaked and your

feet dropped out from beneath you.

I will not make you remember how dark your vision

was whilst you were stumbling.

I was not always the right kind of love, and this

Is how I make amends.

A lily is a lily,

And a lotus is a lotus.

Our story is beautiful, but it cannot remain pure

Within the mud.

That's why I will gently wash off all the debris

On you, without pausing to

Let any bystanders see you when you were hurting.

I do not want to expose you at

your most vulnerable.

For you, I set down my relentless pursuit of truth

and learn to love whilst

closing my eyes so their gaze

could not hurt you.

some battles need to be lost for the war to be won,

and your trust is one war I cannot afford to fail.

do not be angry at me for not telling of

your exploits, my love,

I watched each one and how the cost wreaked havoc

On your steady will and trembling hands.

I cannot see you break a stone in half one more time,

Remembering how your bone broke along with it.

do not be upset that I do not glorify your triumphs,

my darling,

you were magnificent but so dangerous.

I was constantly hoping you would get to place your

spear on the ground and your shield in someone else's

hands,

for your calluses should have softened in a way

that would let you place your guard down

and tentatively open your heart on a

scheduled and mundane basis.

you can forget everything else,

but do not forget this of me,

you made a pact with the devil and they became your familiar.

you cannot leave.

Ignore me, avoid me,

reject me, contradict me,

but

do not pretend I never made this agreement with you.

so even though when I go out into the world,

I tell no stories of you,

Exist whenever and wherever I am, and

Accompany me as my voice.

you know me well enough for that.

#poems #love poems #poetry #love poetry #poeticstories

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Mareona (A Seven Deadly Sins oc and story)

(Not my art, story and oc idea is mine though! More art of Mareona at the bottom)

A ten-year-old human girl named Mareona was sitting beside her father on a log; with a campfire in front of her as the flames danced in the reflection of her icy blue eyes and warmed her pale porcelain skin and as Mareona enjoyed the warmth of the fire and listened to her father tell her a story from his old adventuring days, her mother stood behind her as she braided Mareona's waist-length turquoise hair and as she hummed softly. It was like any other night for the family of three, they had spent the day traveling and set up camp for the night to get some sleep, but the only difference this night was that Mareona had an anxious feeling in the pit of her stomach that wouldn't go away. She shuffled her boot-covered feet around on the grass and glanced at the sticks over the fire that held fish on the end of each stick and every so often the fire would hiss as the liquid from the fish hit the flames and burned away.

Although as Mareona's mother finished her braid and her father finished his story, her mother moved to kiss the top of her head before sitting on the edge of the log beside Mareona's father, and Mareona found herself yawning as she pulled the braid over her shoulder to look at it before giving a small nod and a happy hum. She then moved over to her bedroll that was on the ground and sat on the edge of it, "Arent you hungry, Mare?" Called her mother's sweet voice. Mareona looked over and shook her head a bit with a small smile

"Daddy and I got some bread in town yesterday, and I ate it before we stopped so I'm not hungry right now." She replied to her mother with a small yawn as she unlaced her boots a bit before taking them off just as her mother hummed in response and began to quietly talk with Mareona's father, as Mareona began to get into her bedroll and get comfortable for the night. It felt like she had fallen asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, and the next thing she felt was her blankets being ripped off and someone harshly grabbing her arm. Mareona cried out in pain and sat up quickly to see some rough and dirty-looking men in their camp wearing masks, although she couldn't see too much more since the fire had gone out and the moon was hidden behind some clouds, So she began to shout for her father; only for them to hit her on the back of the head with the hilt of a blade, and Mareona fell unconscious.

When she awoke, she was laying on the ground on a cold metal surface, 'Mommy! Daddy! Where am I?' She thought as she quickly sat up to see where she was, only to hit her head on something metal above her; that's when she realized she was in a cage just big enough to let her sit and barely hit the top of it. As a masked man harshly laughed from beside Mareona at her hitting her head, she raised her hands as black translucent spears slowly appeared around them, and then she raised her hand like she was grabbing something and used her abilities to grab a coffee mug off a table as translucent black spheres appeared around her hands and then hit the man with it,

"You little bitch! That hurt!" He shouted as he went over to Mareona's cage and kicked it. This caused her to flinch away and whine softly, which caused a sinister smile to appear on the man's face, "You're not so brave now, are ya?" He said with a more confident tone of voice as he began to head back to where he had been standing guard, only for Mareona to use her magic again and attempted to hit the man with the sword; but lost her confidence instantly as the man caught the sword last second and cut his hand. Mareona felt deep fear strike her as the man turned to her with a foul expression and dropped the sword as he stormed over to Mareona's cage and kicked it again, although this time it was enough to knock over both her and the cage. She yelped softly as she hit the side of the cage but then she lay there for a moment to recover, as she felt dizzy, "Knock it off! Next time will be the last time before I really make you regret it, you brat!" He shouted at Mareona as she sat up and flinched away from his thundering voice.

That's when a second masked man came in and looked from Mareona then back to the guard before huffing softly,

"She causin' trouble?" He asked with a raised brow, which resulted in the guard nodding and turning towards the other man,

"Little bitch keeps throwing shit at me, she's got some kind of magic. She'll fetch a good price though now that we know she has magic; if she survives long enough to make it to the auction." He huffed as he gave Mareona a harsh glare, who flinched back in return. She sat there for a moment as she tried to figure out her next move to try and escape, while her eyes scanned the room; the walls were a type of grey rock, but the floor looked similar to cobblestone and it had a tattered red rug covering half of it, while the walls themselves had metal shackles attached in two's along three of the walls, while the last wall had a wide metal door that was currently closed. As Mareona continued to look around the room, the men continued their conversation,

"Magic, Eh? Might be better to put her with someone. It's less likely for her to use any kind of destructive magic if she's got another prisoner beside her." The second man told the first one as Mareona's eyes landed on a set of chairs and a table that had a newspaper on it, and that's when she decided on throwing a chair to try and knock the men out. Mareona took a slow, deep breath, then quietly activated her magic and began to lift the chair behind the men, going slow and trying to keep it out of their direct line of sight.

"I'll let the guys in cell one know they've got another one coming." said the second man as he turned to leave, which unfortunately for Mareona was right when she tried to slam the chair down on the heads of the men and completely missed, instead shattering the chair into pieces on the floor.

Both men turned towards Mareona in anger and surprise before the first man stormed over to her cage

"Get the key Barry, I'm going to teach her what fear is." He growled as he flipped the cage back onto the bottom, which caused Mareona to hit the wall of the cage and bust her lip, as the second man, apparently named Barry, went to the table and grabbed the key; which had been hidden under the newspaper, and brought it over the first man. Mareona backed against the cage wall in fear as her heart felt like it dropped out of her body,

"No! No! I'm sorry!" She cried out as she tried to squeeze herself into the back of the cage and get away from the man, who opened her door and grabbed her wrists as he yanked her out and onto the floor before forcing her to stand and starting to drag her out of the room,

"Oh, you're sorry now? Now is too late." Angrily answered the man as Mareona was brought into a dimly lit stone walled hallway and 'Barry' left the room as well but headed down the opposite side of the hallway. Mareona could feel her wrists bruising from the man's grip and her feet were slipping on the flooring and occasionally catching on a stone and causing her to stumble and nearly face plant into the cobblestone flooring, and her only savior preventing her from doing so was the man's grip on her wrists as he continued to drag her down the hallway. Although various pleas and apologies came from Mareona; he ignored them all and wouldn't even glance back at her until finally they stopped in front of a metal door with a silver large silver handle and he looked back at her with rage in his eyes,

"Maybe you'll learn how to sit down and do as you're told." He sneered. But as the door opened, Mareona felt her heart drop into her stomach and a cold feeling washed over her entire body; adorning the walls were torture devices of many kinds, along with wall shackles and countless other torture devices set up amongst the room. Mareona couldn't help but stare with wide eyes as she felt fear overtake her mind and she began to shriek and attempt to pull away,

"No! No! I'll be good! I promise! Please!" She cried out, but the man simply scoffed

"And why should I believe you? I gave you your chance." Said the man as he began to drag Mareona into the room, who continued to plead and attempt to escape.

The next forty-five minutes were spent in that room, but Mareona remembers none of it. During those forty-five minutes, Mareona was chained and beaten with wooden poles, and when she attempted to use her magic again to stop an incoming blow she was brought over to a kettle that had been boiling over a fireplace in the wall, where the wax, was poured over her hands at a temperature just below boiling. Now, Mareona could hear movement around her but couldn't place any of the noises she was hearing and struggled to try and open her eyes, 'How am I asleep? I don't..remember how I got-' Mareona sat up quickly as she had a flashback to her own terrified scream right before the man poured the wax over her hands. She blinked rapidly to try and see and panted softly as her brain buzzed with 'Pain. Pain. So much Pain.' She closed her eyes again as she tried to steady her heart rate and her churning stomach that threatened to spill her last meal all over the floor; 'Floor.' Mareona opened her eyes again and noticed she was in a room entirely different than the last, but all too the same.

The room had the same grey, stone walls as the last one but this one didn't have shackles on the walls and instead had tattered curtains and a window with shutters padlocked closed over the window, so it couldn't be opened, while along the walls were large shelves that were holding various light armor types, while some others held arrows or bows. The floor was wood this time, and although it wasn't in the best condition and had many weak spots, there were wood boards laid over the top of those sections to make them more secure. Although as she continued to look she realized there were some crates stacked up around the room, but her attention was drawn away from her surroundings and she focused on her hands; which were covered in a thick layer of white wax that was so thick it distorted the shape of her hands. Mareona felt tears begin to fill her eyes and quickly made their way down her cheeks and onto the hardened wax, and just where the wax ended you could see her skin was red and blistered, but her hands were together, likely from when the man was pinning her wrists. 'Mommy...Daddy... I'm so scared. What should I do? How do I get out of this..? Please..someone, come save me.' She thought as more tears poured out of her eyes until she quickly closed them, sniffling softly.

That's when Mareona heard crying, but it wasn't her own voice; it sounded..younger? 'Whats..' She looked up and locked eyes with a younger girl, a girl so young Mareona wasn't sure she could even talk. The younger girl, who appeared to be about three years old, was sobbing and saying 'Out' as she desperately shook the bars of the cage she had been placed in, and Mareona felt her heart drop,

"Sh little one! They'll get mad if you keep-" She was cut off as the girl began to cry more and moved closer to Mareona and reached at her through the cage bars...and that's when Mareona knew she had to make it out of here; and if she didn't? Take as many down as she could. Mareona looked down at her hands again and noticed shackles around her wrists, over the wax, and followed the chain around the shackles back to the ground, where it was bolted down. As she shifted to sit up she noticed her ankles were also bound, although these were bound with cloth, unlike her wrists. With a small huff, Mareona carefully began to stand, only to quickly duck down and lay back on the ground with her face on the floor so they couldn't see her face as easily, 'Pretend to be asleep! C'mon don't see me move! Don't see me move!' She felt her heart pound against the floor as she shifted her head very slightly to check on the younger girl. But as she saw the man from earlier standing in front of the girls' cage with a spear in his hands. Meanwhile, Mareona felt adrenaline jump-start her emotionally and physically as she sat up as the man began to stick the spear into the girls' cage, "No!" Shouted Mareona as she lunged forward and ripped her hands apart from each other while the wax cracked and broke apart and the dark translucent spheres appeared around her hands, as well as the back of the spear, then shifted her weight from her right foot, then backward onto her left and threw herself backward and onto the floor; which caused the spear to go flying across the room.

Stunned silence filled the room for a moment until the man roared in anger and turned towards Mareona and charged at her with murderous intent on his face; he was officially fed up with her rebellious behavior he had decided. But Mareona lunged for the spear and hit the ground as she rolled onto her back and held the spear up, and the next thing she knew, the man was limp on top of her and she couldn't support his weight. A small shriek left her from being crushed under the weight of this man and she pulled her hands away before they were crushed under the man. After that, Mareona took a few moments to collect herself and figure out what was happening as she panted softly and stared up at the ceiling, "I did it, Daddy. Just like you showed me" She said softly as tears began to sting her eyes and she closed them to prevent any tears from escaping. After another moment of silence, she heard a knock at the door,

"Lucast, everything alright in there?" Called the voice from just outside the door; which made another rush of adrenaline hit her system, 'Crap!' she thought as she began to shove the limp man on top of her to try and free herself until she heard keys rattle just outside the room and finally pushed with all her strength and pushed the man off of her; all while ignoring the horrible pain she felt in both of her hands and how the shackles rubbed against the raw and blistered skin. Once she freed herself from being trapped under that man, she shakily got to her feet and scrambled around the small space she had to try and find something to help her until her gaze settled on a mace that was beside a chair near the door and she found herself pausing and considering it- But then the door suddenly opened and a large man was standing there.

Mareona gasped softly as she turned towards the mace 'No time! Just do it!' She thought as she activated her magic and swung her hands to the left; which caused the mace to go flying through the air at rapid speed, into the man's face. Mareona dropped to her knees as she finished the swinging motion and panted softly as she leaned back and fell onto her backside with a huff, staring at the ceiling for a moment, 'I can do this. I don't need anyone to save me. I can save me. And her.' Her gaze moved in the direction the younger girl was in as she sat up and locked eyes with the crying girl, and for the first time since this all started, she smiled.

"I'll get us out of here, okay? Don't worry." She said softly as she got back up again, even though it caused pain in her hands as they touched the floor to help her stand. After a moment of looking around, Mareona went over to the door and grabbed the keys from the man on the ground; but as her gaze flickered up to his face and that's when she realized he no longer had one, there was simply mush and chunks on the ground and even his skull was broken into pieces. Mareona stumbled back into the room and began to hyperventilate as she put her hands on her head "No no no...I killed him...He's dead. I killed someone. Oh, my gods, I killed someone-" She started crying as she felt her stomach churning again and her adrenaline high began to work its way out of her system.

"Keys...Keys...Keys" Said a small voice from the left of Mareona and she felt herself coming back to reality again and turned towards the young girl who was making grabby motions at the keys on the ground in front of Mareona, and she found herself nodding and shakily standing up as she took a few breaths. Once Mareona was standing and her heart didn't feel like exploding anymore, she grabbed the keys off the floor and shut the door to the room so it would be harder for anyone to get in again, to buy her time, and then made her way over to the girl and looked down at the keys, 'My hands..' She thought as she paused.

Her hands were now bright pink in color and covered in various sizes of blisters, all while being extremely swollen and they pulsed with pain; Mareona winced and looked at the girl

"Wait, one minute." She told the girl as she set the keys down and moved over to the man on the ground inside the room, pausing as she felt nausea hit her and her skin crawl at seeing the pool of blood underneath the man and realizing she had killed him as well. After a few deep breaths, Mareona got closer to the man and began to try and rip the cloth off his sleeves only to squeal in pain and immediately drop the cloth as she pulled her hands back and blew on them gently as they ached like the flames of hell had been poured onto them. A shaky sigh left Mareona as she looked at the man's hands and noticed he had leather gloves on, 'Those should work!' she thought before she quickly rushed and snatched them off his hands and put them over her own, whining and whimpering softly as she put them on carefully, then pulled the string closure around them and tightened them around her wrists so they wouldn't come off; which caused another small whine to leave her. With a small nod and a hum, Mareona stood up and made her way back to the girl and quickly tried to unlock her cage, but there were at least eight keys; the first three didn't work, and the fourth got stuck in the lock and almost broke, but she breathed a sigh of relief when the fifth key fit and then clicked the lock open.

Although as Mareona began to help the child out of the cage she could hear shouting in the hallway and found herself practically yanking the girl out of the cage while helping her over to a large pile of crates before hiding her behind them, "Stay. Wait. I'll be right back." She told the girl, then faced the room to find a way to protect themselves. Mareona's eye rapidly scanned the room before landing on a half-open crate that a sword was sticking out of and made her way over to further investigate. A determined feeling then filled her mind and body as she realized it was a crate of swords and daggers and began to push the lid off the rest of the crate as the heard a set of footsteps stop outside the door and the lock began to rattle; this caused her determination to morph into fear for a moment, but she was able to push the fear down and turned towards the door. A small exhale left Mareona as she activated her magic and raised her hands, which caused the spheres to appear around her hands once more, and on the hilt of two swords; which she then pointed at the door just as it opened. Without a moment of hesitation, Mareona sent the swords flying at the door with a swipe of both arms, accidentally knocking herself to the ground with the momentum of her arm swing, and landed on the ground with a little yelp leaving her before quickly standing up again; she could feel adrenaline once again pumping through her veins, and that's all she could feel, besides her pounding heart.

Yet as she settled her gaze on the open door and drifted downwards, she saw a sight she wasn't ready to see; two more men laying in the room on the ground with puddles of blood under them, although the one on the right was still alive; he gurgled as the sword in his chest wiggled around from his writhing, while the other man had been beheaded, although Mareona wasn't sure where the head was and she didn't want to know either. She could feel her stomach churn and twist as her mouth began to fill with saliva and quickly ran over to the window and ripped the torn-up curtains down before laying them over the men's bodies, 'I'm sorry, it was you or me.' tears filled Mareona's eyes as she turned away from the now corpses and sniffled a few times before tears started to fall, 'I just want to go back to our carriage... I miss mommy and daddy..' She found her determination slipping away as she began to cry softly and thought about her parents.

But as she felt a small presence wrap itself around her legs, she looked down and spotted the young girl hugging her legs and crying softly as she stared up at Mareona in fear, and Mareona felt her determination come flooding back to her, 'I can't give up. I gotta get us out of here, then mommy and daddy can find me. They can't find me if I go too far away though..' She thought. She wiped her tears away and gently set a hand on the girl's head, "I'm okay." She told her and offered a small smile before turning to the window in the room and staring at it as she wracked her brain to try and figure out how to open it; then she remembered she had keys. Quickly grabbing the keys off the floor as she made her way to the window, then she realized she was too small to reach the lock, so she turned to the girl and offered her the keys, "Hold." She told her. The next step was to find a way to the window, so Mareona began to push one of the various crates in the room and pushed it over to the window before climbing up onto it and giving a nod once she was face to face with the lock, "Okay, better." She told herself. Following this, she climbed off the crate and turned to the girl; who was playing with the keys while sitting on the floor and babbling to herself, with an occasional word mixed in, and Mareona held her hand out to the child, "Can I have them back, now?" She asked quietly with a small smile making its way onto her face, which only grew as the small girl took her hand and stood up with it, then put the keys in her outstretched hand.

Mareona put the key ring over her wrist and carefully picked up the girl and helped her climb onto the crate, then climbed onto the crate after her and began to attempt to unlock the padlock with the keys around her wrist; after trying one key, the second one unlocked it and Mareona dropped the padlock onto the floor before carefully opening the shutters. A sigh of relief left Mareona when she saw green grass and tall trees, 'Yay, outside! Were close!' She thought eagerly as she pushed the window itself open, then helped the girl get down and out the window before quickly following after her; although not before activating her magic and grabbing a dagger. Once both girls were on the ground, Mareona took the smaller girl's hand into her gloved one and carefully lead her around what seemed to be an old long house of some kind, but she wasn't sure what it was really as she made her way to the front of the building. She pressed her back against the wall once she heard talking ahead of her, then tugged the young girl to be against the wall with her and quickly raised her other hand and put a finger to her lips to shush the child, who quickly nodded and put both hands over her mouth. A small smile made its way onto Mareona's face as she peeked around the corner of the building and spotted a red-headed woman in a fur coat walking beside one of the masked men, 'That must be one of the ladies that buys people...and another guard. Where are they..?' She began to wonder. That is until she spotted what they were walking to; a horse-drawn carriage. Mareona could feel her heart lift at the sight of the carriage and looked to the little girl, "When I say 'go' run as fast as you can to the horsies, okay?" She said before crouching down to the girl's level and pointing at the horses, to which the girl responded with a nod and repeated the word 'Horsies' under her breath.

After Mareona gave herself a small internal pep-talk, she was finally ready and looked to the girl, "Go." She said, and Mareona waited until she was halfway there and they noticed her before she ran out and activated her magic, which lifted the dagger from her hands, and then she threw it at the guard just as he started heading towards the younger girl; impaling his forehead and killing him. The woman screamed and began to shriek at Mareona as she turned and ran back to the building, while Mareona used her abilities and lifted the younger girl before setting her in the open, waiting carriage. Once she got to the carriage she tried to stop running and failed, resulting in her body slamming the carriage and yelping in pain, but she quickly ignored it and climbed into the 'driver's' seat before snapping the reigns down, "I'm sorry horsies but we gotta go!" she shouted anxiously. The woman had returned with several guards and they were headed right for the two girls, but as the horses finally took off, Mareona strapped herself into the seat and held on for dear life as they booked it into the forest, dragging the carriage with them; all while the guards shouted at Mareona to stop 'or else'. Once they made it through to the other side of the forest and ended up in a clearing, Mareona had mostly figured out how to lead the horses and had them quickly walk along the path and continued to head north. A few hours later, Mareona was falling asleep as she held the reigns of the horses, and her head would occasionally drop down and almost hit her chest as she dozed off and her hands kept slipping off the reigns, but she didn't want to stop until they were in a town and not just in the middle of nowhere, where they were exposed. Currently, the horses were walking at a slightly quicker speed as the younger girl slept inside the carriage, and as they got to town, Mareona dozed off completely and her hands dropped, which pulled the reigns and caused the horses to go to the left. The horses themselves quickly parted as they were heading for a building, just as Mareona opened her eyes and gasped as she quickly raised her hands to protect her face and the carriage slammed into the building, breaking the leads on the horses as they took off in opposite directions and ran right out of town.

It was all too loud but at the same time Mareona couldn't hear a thing as her ears loudly rang and she attempted to move but quickly realized she was under the collapsed carriage, although somehow uninjured. As she blinked a few times and sat up, the black 'aura' around her dissipated and the rubble of the carriage shifted, causing her to shriek softly and quickly attempt to free herself. Bursting out of the wreckage, Mareona found herself behind pelted with small stones and other such items by the village people as they shouted at her for wrecking the general store but ignored them and quickly went through the wreckage and found her little friend. The younger girl was all wrapped up in a blanket she had found in the carriage and looked groggy from sleeping, and miraculously, the younger girl wasn't hurt from the crash, since she had crawled under one of the benches inside, which kept her safe. Mareona sighed in relief and carefully helped the girl out of the carriage and set her on the ground before climbing down off the wreckage and anxiously looking around; no one made a move to help her and simply returned to what they were doing, deciding to ignore them. Except, one couple pushed through the crowd that was dispersing and ran up to the girls,

"d̴̨̠͚̺̘͕̝̤̥̪͍̯̾̎̋͜͝ͅȋ̵̮͛̅̉̅͌͒͛̋̂́̏̆̚ș̶̡͙͓̪̲̮̗̙̪͔̬̀̍̋͗̓̆͂͗͘ͅͅt̴̡̨̢̨̩̗̥̬̥͔͚͉͍͛ͅo̷̢̜̥̻̞̱͎͎̳̣͎̝͗̀̌̋̐͋ͅr̴̢̧̢̳̪̳̞̰͎͖̆̅̀̈́͌͛̊̕ͅͅẗ̸̛̛̘̘͈̗̩̤̘̇̽͜ȉ̵̡̢͉̳̥̲̟̤̘̦̬͉͚̜̣̓̍̑̿̀͋̈́͐̄̌̀͝o̷̠̭̰̅̔͐̋͑͛ṋ̷̢̖̳̅̉͒́͘ !" Called the woman as both adults hugged the younger girl, then turned to Mareona "Thank you, young one! You brought us home our daughter." Said the woman as tears slid down her cheeks, and she reached into a pocket in her dress and took out some money, and gave it to Mareona, "Here, it was for dinner but were not staying. Buy yourself dinner instead, okay? You look like you could use a nice hot meal!" Excitedly said the woman as the man scooped up the child and began to fuss over her. Mareona gave a small nod and went to one of the food stands nearby, but stopped as she felt nervous with everyone eyeing her and the money in her hands and quickly turned back to go back to the family to ask for help but found them no longer standing there; they had left.

And instantly, she felt alone and scared again.

Breathe, just like mommy told us to do. One. Two. Three

.' She let out a shaky breath and began to look around before setting her sights on an inn and quickly made her way over to the front door of the office before carefully putting her money into her skirt pocket and opening the door to the office, then headed to the front desk. Once she got to it she realized she could barely see over it, '

So tall...' She thought as she moved to stand on her tiptoes to try and see if anyone was working behind the desk and finally, she was seen.

"Uh, hello? Can I help you?" Said a man as he leaned over the counter a bit to look at Mareona, who smiled and waved

"Hello, Sir! I um, I don't know where to go. I don't know where my parents are, but it's night time and I'm tired, do you have any rooms I could sleep in?" She asked softly as she stepped back and nervously shuffled her feet. But Mareona felt her heart drop when the man scoffed and sat down in a chair behind the counter,

"Yeah right, you're just another stupid beggar kid from the streets. If you don't got money, get out, and before I get someone to throw you out." He huffed angrily at Mareona, whose smile dropped off her face and was replaced with sadness and fear,

"But-"

"No buts! Get out." The man pointed at the door before crossing his arms. Dropping her gaze to the ground and giving a small nod of her head, Mareona headed out of the inn and sniffled softly as she felt tears threatening to spill from her eyes, 'C'mon, don't cry. Dont cry. Not in the open like this.' She sniffled softly and blinked the tears away before raising her gaze.

And that's when she realized she was surrounded by some older kids, probably in the fourteen to sixteen age range, and some were smirking,

"Hey, kid. You've got money on ya, doncha? Asked an older girl as she stepped towards Mareona, who stepped back in fear, only to pack into a lantern pole and became trapped between the pole and the older girl. The older girl smirked at noticing this, then took out a dagger and pointed it at Mareona, "Give me everything of value that you've got. Or else that nice pretty face of yours won't be pretty anymore." She threatened as she stepped closer and held the blade against Mareona's neck, while Mareona swallowed hard, 'Daddy never got to show me how to do a fight this close! If I mess up I'm dead, crap! Okay okay, way out-' Her eyes darted to the left and saw two more kids glaring at her and holding weapons of their own, and looking to the right revealed the same scenario. Feeling fear take hold of her, Mareona quickly dumped her pockets of all of the coins she had been given and then held her hands up in surrender, which the older girl seemed to appreciate and smirked more before stepping back and letting the older kids gather them before they all left. Mareona watched them leave and felt tears fill her eyes again before she quickly blinked them away and went to go find somewhere to sleep for the night, especially now that she didn't even have money for food either. Once she found an alleyway, she also found a ladder and climbed onto the rooftops of the surrounding buildings before choosing one and laying down; she then cried herself to sleep and slept just a few hours before she was too hungry and woke for the day.

The city Mareona found, was called Ravens, which was also known as one of the worst cities to exist due to the economy there, and the safety, yet she remained here until her 18th birthday when she became harsh, cold, and untrusting of anyone, But before she committed to staying in Ravens; which is the only place she knew, she went on a hunt to find her parents bodies. It wasn't until she was 12 and she had taken many trips out of Ravens before she found their old campsite and their bodies. By this point, they were skeletons as the wildlife had fed on them and little remained of the camp, but in a box under their sitting log was still untouched since the day her father put it there. Inside said box was her father's nice business suit, her mother's gold pin she wore on special occasions, and some other valuables that were eventually sold. The pin was put in its own box and buried outside of ravens with a rock over it until the day Mareona felt it was safe to wear it and it wouldn't be stolen, but it was the opposite story with her fathers' suit; which she lived in on the streets for years until it had gone to tatters and could no longer be worn. During her time in Ravens, Mareona became good at thieving, sneaking around, taking hits, and completely convinced there's no good left in the world and becoming so sure of this that she now hates almost every person she meets; unless they prove they're worth knowing.

But on her 18th birthday, Mareona decided enough was enough and left ravens with a bang; She got assistance from some of the younger street kids she knew, which distracted a carriage driver while Mareona jumped down from the rooftops and quite literally kicked the man out of his seat before taking the reigns and snapping them so the horses attached to the front began to run. She didn't care where she ended up, even if it was in a ditch. Once Mareona spotted a walled kingdom in the distance, she knew it was the city of Liones and knew they'd have a lot to steal, so she went there. By the time she arrived, it was just a few short months after the ''betrayal'' of The Seven Deadly Sins and the kingdom was adjusting to their new life while under high alert, so quickly after she arrived she was discovered by some holy knights after she used her magic in the main square to the city. Soon after this, she began holy knight training and quickly made a name for herself and reached Platinum status with the holy knights.

Now, Mareona owns an apartment-like home in the city of Liones where she lives alone, and carries out missions for the Grandmasters; but as the orders have gotten darker as the years have gone on, Mareona has considered leaving her comfortable lifestyle as a holy knight and abandoning it all to travel the world again. Although she still has nightmares about that night, she's been growing past it and learning to be okay with who she is.

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