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ninjagirlstar5 · 5 months ago

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Since you're okay with me reblogging this with my fankids... *rubs my little hands together*

I'm gonna stick to my IRL Sannotori fankids for this post since they're the ones I've developed the most out of all of the fankids I made. I really hope you don't mind that I'm gonna be talking about this ship and these fankids I made for it. ^^;;;

(I actually drew them before in another post. It's not a great scan of the drawing, especially since I used my phone, but it's definitely one of the best art I've made.)

For context on what kind of timeline they live in:

It's still the Tragedy timeline.

IRLkado survives Syobai's murder attempt but gets captured by the Kisaragi Foundation.

He's forced to work for the Foundation when it quickly became obvious that there's two Mikado Sannojis around and Kinjo decided he could be useful as a tool due to his obvious connection to the other one and lets him live instead.

He meets, and eventually lives with, Teruya after it became obvious that he hasn't been treated well in his cell and that's hurting the quality of his work (and his health) so Teruya stepped in to help

They have their enemies to friends to lovers arc combined with the "and they were roommates-" meme and just keeping it a secret from everyone else.

(Rei eventually finds out about it, Kinjo does not until the very last minute before the trio's falling out)

IRLkado finds out about AIkado's betrayal through hiring the very hitman that tried to kill him and immediately decides he wants revenge, even at the cost of ruining his plan in reviving Utsuro.

I hit IRLkado with the Therapy beam and a Redemption Arc, and he starts to really dedicate himself to being a better person even when he knows there are a lot of things he can't undo. He knows he won't ever be forgiven for his crimes but he still chooses to work hard to right his wrongs.

The Utsuroshima Killing Game still happens but everyone lives (ironically thanks to IRLkado saving and reuploading backups of their avatars into their brain with a bit of luck, hint, hint). Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do for Yuki, so Sora still had to give up "her" body for him to survive and live a new life.

Sora is alive, IRLkado and Rei just needed to transfer her out of what remained of the Neo World Program before they physically destroy it for good. She now lives with Yoruko and eventually gets her own robot body.

Teruya finds out that Kinjo tried to sacrifice both he and Rei behind their backs and any trust and respect he's had for him up to this point shatters and he just cuts ties with him. Meanwhile, his friendship with Rei becomes stronger to the point that she decides to accept Teruya's relationship with IRLkado (although she still thinks he can do way better than him but this is the hill Teruya's going to die on it seems).

Void gets arrested and go to trial and most of them accept their punishment in exchange for lighter sentences and just begging for a chance of reformation by working for one of the Foundations (Nikei needed a bit of convincing while Iroha had long since escaped with Syobai so she's just digging a deeper hole for herself - otherwise, Void do get to go back to semi-normal lives after they've served their sentences/proved they're not going to do something like this again but had to go through a lot of changes due to their own actions).

Idk how feasible this is to real life, but IRLkado actually gets a better sentence than the rest of Void simply because he's already proven to be mostly (if not completely) reformed by working for the Kisaragi Foundation and the missions he was allowed to go on and because most of the crimes "Mikado Sannoji" did was AIkado's so aside from burning down the orphanage and other past crimes he most likely had been up to in pursuit of Utsuro in the past, he becomes a free man with enough time and effort (to everyone's, mostly Kinjo's and Nikei's, shock).

Kokoro also goes on trial for being an accomplice but she just accepts her punishment for her role in the whole thing and is locked away for both current and past crimes.

IRLkado and Teruya move out of the Kisaragi Foundation and while IRLkado is still working for the Foundation to continue righting his wrongs, Teruya starts rebuilding the Otori Mart, although he has to rebrand it in an uphill battle thanks to his father using their money to support the Despairs but he mostly succeeds. And, after a couple of years with the Tragedy fading and becoming more peaceful over time, Teruya retires from the foundation so he could focus more on the Otori Mart and his growing family.

Which we will FINALLY talk about. Sorry, I just needed to get this setup and context out the way first since this is the timeline these fankids are specifically in, and trying to summarize this without bogging it down with TOO much detail was a bit difficult. But now that that's done, let's start with the oldest IRL Sannotori fankid:

Name: Shinra Otori

Age: 21-years-old

Birthday: October 31st, 201X/202X (adoption date - it's unknown what his real birth date is)

Height: 180 cm (5 ft 11 in)

Weight: 72 kgs (160.7 Ibs)

Pronouns: He/Him

Orientation: AroAce

Likes: His family, studying magic, mischief, taking apart and building clockwork (horology)

Dislikes: Threats to his family, bullies and abusers, live experimentation

Theme Song: Used to the Darkness - Des Rocks

Shinra Otori was born without a name, as the people who made him saw him nothing more than a vessel. A vessel for what they believe to be actual magic. However, they had bitten off more than they can chew, and the child had snapped with a powerful blast of magic, running away from the people who had hurt him. When he had lost his energy, he fell into a ditch and laid there in the rain, waiting for Fate to take it's course. A Fate which quickly turned to Fortune as the real Mikado Sannoji just so happened to be passing by. On a whim, he takes him home, spending days earning the child's trust as he gives him food, clothes, and shelter. By the time Teruya Otori came home from a two-week visit and preparation for a funeral, he sees his boyfriend holding a child close to him and wondering, "What the fuck happened while I was gone??" Not that he would ever get rid of the child that has somehow made his way into their life. They would spend months helping him get used to their presence, and upon rescuing him from his past abusers after taking him away from his impromptu babysitter, the child attaches himself to his newfound fathers. And they would adopt the child and name him Shinra, meaning heart, mind, soul; thin silk, a name that he cherishes to this day. Adopting Shinra encouraged Teruya to finally pop the question to Mikado and the two get married, with Shinra and others in attendance.

Before being officially adopted by Teruya and Mikado, Shinra was very quiet and always made sure to stay out of their way while living with them. When he's asked to do something, he will do it almost without question, and the one time he went out of his way to help (Mikado was looking for a jar of pickles he misplaced), he used his magic to levitate into his hand which was the first sign that they're dealing with something FAR out of their element than they realized. Teruya and Mikado didn't dare leave Shinra out, though, and chose to try and understand his magic while teaching him morals and kindness. Thankfully, as they were adopting Shinra, they were able to keep a lot of the research on magic from the lab with permission from the Foundation (which planned to destroy most of it cause, uh, that kind of power is VERY dangerous to the public as things stand right now but also it'd be immoral to hurt Shinra cause that is a child) and Shinra works up the nerve to take it and study from them so he can understand and control his magic and keep himself and his family safe. Despite the pain he had been put through for it, his feelings on magic actually shifts from "learning to protect others from himself" to "genuine love and interest in magic" the more he learns about it and he starts spending lots of time just trying to study and research more about it on his own willingly. Mikado, getting concerned at the thought of Shinra being obsessed with power, reminds him that he needs to keep his magic a secret to prevent people from finding out and hunting him down as he doesn't want that to happen to him. He makes it clear that while he won't stop him from using his magic, especially if it's something he's come to love, he does want him to prioritize his safety first and foremost. And, well, Shinra doesn't need to be reminded twice, and listens to his father, although he grows more and more comfortable in showing off his magic at the comfort of their home over the years (and doing it while no one is looking). As time passed, Shinra becomes more comfortable, his personality starts to shift and shows more traits of himself. Namely, his intelligence, his curiosity...and his mischief. Shinra may have been quiet as a kid, but as he grew older, he became much more independent, sociable, and more open to showing his playful side, playing jokes and pranks on his family, friends, and neighbors. He quickly grew out of his shell and often finds ways to toy with those he knows, even going as far as to hide his emotions behind a smile if it'll get him to the reaction he wants to see beyond his goading and teasing. That being said, if he ever goes too far, Teruya and Mikado are there to set him straight, and he will apologize when necessary. Shinra does genuinely care about other people, and has very little amusement for pranks that put other people in danger, let alone harm someone's mental well-being. Shinra would even go as far as to intervene upon seeing people getting hurt or belittled, as Teruya has taught him that it's best to take the initiative to help others when no one else will. He's dedicated to any and all goals he's set his mind to, to the point that he can be quite stubborn in being talked out of it by those he loves.

Shinra has strong admiration for both of his dads, and is grateful for everything they've done for him. And while he can't be the heir to the Otori Mart due to his poor financial skills (he's constantly splurging on his hobbies, from creating clockwork and understanding the science of measuring time to anything that could advance his studies on magic, so his funds are often close to zero, much to Teruya's concern), he does his best to make them proud by striking out on the path he wants. As of right now, he is still in college to study horology but he's working as an intern under Auntie Setsuka to become a private investigator like her. When he's not working or at school, he's either spending time with friends or family, or working on some kind of magical experiment in the backyard garden shed he turned into a lab to help him study the rules of magic and what it can do. Which results in explosions. A lot. Don't worry, he's fine and the family has become very used to it, even when they have to explain what happened to the authorities.

Fun fact: Shinra's hair is actually dyed. His original hair color is dark green!

Ngl, when I first made Shinra, I had planned for him to be a single child. And then I came up with four more and went, "Okay, fine." I'll only be talking about two more in this post cause I, once again, underestimated the length and time I'd be putting into this, but I'll probably talk about Ryo and Moriko in another post next time. So here's the second oldest child:

Name: Eiki Otori

Age: 16-years-old

Birthday: October 7th, 201X/202X

Height: 173~ cm (5 ft 8 in) [without platform boots]

Weight: 67 kgs (148.1 Ibs)

Pronouns: He/Him (Trans)

Orientation: Prefers to go unlabeled

Likes: Whatever catches his interest, his family, ancient history and artifacts (archeology), his rock collection

Dislikes: Losing interest, danger and horror, misinformation, people breaking his stuff, loud noises and crowds

Theme Song: I'm Still Standing - Taron Egerton

Eiki (meaning brightness, clarity, sparkle; joy, rejoice, pleasure) Otori and his twin sister, Hisano, were born in a small town between two loving parents. The town had been hit with Despair pretty hard but thanks to the foundations of hope, it's mostly been on a path of recovery ever since they were born. They had a pretty normal childhood for a few years up until they discovered something they didn't really understand: they both had magic. For Eiki in particular, he had accidentally discovered his ability in magic when he had drawn a random doodle of symbols in class and mindlessly tapped on it, which turned out to be a spell for fire and it just bursts into existence from out of nowhere. No one got hurt, but the damage had been done and everyone had thought he did it on purpose. And when the authorities couldn't figure out how it was done as magic isn't well known in this world (and frankly, it should be kept hidden for the time being since human society as we know it is still recovering from the Tragedy), it only fuels the community's paranoia. Hisano isn't doing much better to alleviate the town's fear as her own power has been getting her into trouble as well, but I'll talk about that when I get to her. Their parents still love them, though, and are constantly trying to protect them now that the town has started to turn on them for powers that they don't even understand, even going as far as to ostracize them. There was bullying, destruction of property, some people even said that they were cursed with Despair...it was just a horrible time for the whole family but they promised to stick together. A promise that is unfortunately broken when the town decides enough is enough and starts rallying a mob together to attack the family. The father tried to distract them as the mother runs away with the kids, but some had noticed and broke away from the group to chase them down. The mother hides the kids into a tree hollow, telling them to stay hidden before running off to distract the mob. By the time the Foundation authorities finally cracked down and dispersed the mob, both the father and mother were found dead...but Eiki and Hisano have disappeared.

The moment things had calmed down, Eiki and Hisano booked it out of town, running until they no longer could. But they kept going as they were both overwhelmed by what had just happened, Hisano silent crying to herself while Eiki keeps pushing her onwards. He was the older twin, his sister needed him now more than ever and he couldn't let the mob catch up with them. So they spent a few months trying to scrape by as they walked, searching for shelter and food on the way. From abandoned fairs, to empty buildings, to literal wilderness, they kept walking in the hopes that no one will hurt them again. Some people are kind enough to give them food and money along the way, but otherwise they often pass them by, unwilling to give them anything more than that. They simply take what they can get, and after what they'd been put through, they can't bring themselves to trust anyone besides themselves. Eiki always prioritized Hisano's health over his own, even going as far as to give her the most food even when she points out that he needs to eat, too. This, predictably, backfires on him one day when he falls sick and can't bring himself to move for long. They're able to reach a town before he falls over on a bench, asking for Hisano to stay until he wakes up. Hisano is clearly hesitating but holds his hand as he falls asleep, and he hopes he'll feel better with some rest.

And then he wakes up. In a house. Bundled up in a blanket and a cold rag on top of his head. And Hisano sitting next to him in her own blanket as she talks animatedly to a kid sitting in an armchair. Eiki sits up in a panic but Hisano quickly reassures him that they're safe now. She's dreamed of meeting them when they needed help, and it came true when she recognized them by the park and begged for their help. Eiki scolds her for trusting them so easily but then a man, Mikado, says that he's not going anywhere until he at least gets some food in him as he's clearly malnourished and sick, giving him a tray of soup. He's unwilling to eat at first even though the soup smells like heaven, but that's when the older kid speaks up. He says Hisano told them what had happened to them while he was asleep, and even understood what they were going through. Powers that they don't understand, let alone how it works completely. But if they choose to stay, then he can help them, getting out of his seat and revealing a small slip of a paper. A piece of paper that he easily folds together into a paper crane with a simple red glow.

"I'm Shinra. And this? This is magic. I can teach you what I know and we can learn together!"

This breaks Eiki and he finally allows himself to cry. Finally, someone that knows what they're going through, someone that can help them understand the magic they've been born with. And he admits that he can't stand the thought of knowing cause what if someone gets hurt because of him? What if it was someone he loves? What if it was Hisano? Hisano is gentle as she reassures him that she's certain something good will come out of this this time while Mikado and Shinra tell him that they'll do everything they can to help. And that's when Teruya comes home, sees the two new kids on their couch, looks at Mikado and goes, "More of them? You could've at least called me so I could prepare the papers-"

After getting a check-up from a doctor to see what sickness he has (Eiki just has a cold, but with the kind of state he was in, it might've gotten worse if he was left as is), Teruya and Mikado look into their town to see if they can contact their parents. But, as they had all feared, their parents are dead, much to their distress and Teruya and Mikado simply adopt them. They make it clear that they don't have to see them as replacements, and frankly they shouldn't as they clearly loved their birth parents, but that they can always rely on them as their guardians. Then they get them the therapy they need (which Shinra goes to as well), cause wow, they sure need it! This all happens when they were, like, eight, btw. Eiki takes his time warming up to the family, testing the waters by talking about whatever interests him the most. When it becomes obvious that they're listening to what he has to say, he becomes more confident and just starts infodumping about his interests. And when Teruya comes home with some pretty rocks that might interest him, Eiki was over the moon and starts naming each and every one of them, which is when he starts his rock collection. Eiki's distrust in others quickly washes away the more time he spends with the Otori family, especially when he realized he was a boy and the family allowed him to use the name Eiki. He learns magic from Shinra, practicing it alongside him. It turns out his type of magic is all about drawing symbols in a certain way and tapping them to activate the spell. Kinda like how Luz does magic in the Owl House, although he can't activate them remotely. But he can toss slips of papers with spells on them like projectiles as long as he presses down on them before letting go. With a supportive family, Eiki becomes who he always was before tragedy struck: bright, friendly and easily excitable. He spends a lot of time jumping from hobby to hobby, from sewing to crochet to developing a cipher for fun, etc. He ends up being quite the free-spirit, doing whatever he wants whenever he wants, which tends to get him into trouble as his sense of responsibility had been dialed back now that he feels like he's in a genuine safe place. He's decently smart, the problem is that he's quite lazy when it comes to work, so he often scrambles at the last minute to get it all done. He's also become quite impulsive, saying or doing things without thinking of the consequences, which also lands him in hot water. Not to mention the many times he joins Shinra in his pranks, although his tends to backfire on him more often than not. Despite this, though, he takes his role as an older brother very seriously. Shinra may be the eldest, but when the chips are down, he'd take responsibility and do anything to protect his family. Even at the cost of himself.

It takes a while, but Eiki has started to see Mikado and Teruya as his parents and refers to them as such at this point in his life. He still deeply misses his birth parents, but he's glad to be a part of a family that loves him just as much as they did. Eiki has no interest in being the heir to the Otori Mart due to his free-spirited nature, and doesn't want to be committed to a store brand for the rest of his life. Currently, he's in high school but sometimes takes up odd jobs that interests him like delivering packages and stuff. When he's not working or at school, he goes straight home to study up on whatever kind of history that interests him or helping Shinra with his studies on magic unless he's invited out. He also gets blown up a lot, but he's fiiiine.

Fun fact: Eiki is actually dating another fankid I have, who is Ezri Kagarin (Single Parent Yuri)! It's a very casual, long-distance relationship that they've kept up since they were about thirteen and they're very loving to each other. No, Yuri does not know about this. Nor does the rest of his family, but that's only cause they don't really believe he's in a relationship whenever he tells them due to his lack of commitment to things (outside his family) in general. Well, jokes on them. Their jaws are going to hit the floor when Eiki and Ezri tell them together! One day!! And hoping that Yuri won't deck him on sight!!!

Next up is the third kid, and she is Eiki's twin sister:

Name: Hisano Otori

Age: 16-years-old

Birthday: October 7th, 201X/202X

Height: 203 cm (6 ft 8 in)

Weight: 83 kgs (183 Ibs)

Pronouns: She/Her

Orientation: Demisexual Lesbian

Likes: Books, horror, studying medicine, fortune telling

Dislikes: Loud places, dirt and grime, feeling unheard or being ignored

Theme Song: Human - dodie

Hisano (meaning longevity, congratulations, auspiciousness; field, plain, wilderness) Otori grew up with her twin, Eiki, and had a fairly normal life. Up until Eiki had accidentally set fire to the school and suddenly, the entire town was suspicious of them. This terrified Hisano because she had a dream that went exactly like this and she can't believe it had happened. And when she has another dream where a friend of hers gets injured by playing too close to a cliff, she decides to try and warn her to avoid watching her get hurt. Her friend, however, laughs it off and proceeds to play by the cliff anyways, and predictably falls off and gets hurt. This isn't the first time Hisano has tried to warn someone of something bad happening and every time they don't believe her, it happens. People start thinking that she's the reason bad things keep happening even though all she's been doing was warning them of the future, adding fuel to the fire of their paranoia. This makes Hisano fearful of her own dreams, to the point that she often cried to her parents that she doesn't want to sleep. But as stated in Eiki's profile, their parents were very supportive of these tough times and even let Hisano stay in bed with them so she can sleep better. This makes her feel better, although she stops speaking about her dreams since she realized it's only been getting her into trouble. But seeing her dreams come true, regardless if she stays silent or not, makes her feel guilty as she thinks it's her fault for not trying enough. This comes to a head when she has a dream of a mob attacking their house and everyone dying in the process. This freaks her out and she immediately wakes up her parents to warn them. At first they don't believe her, trying to reassure her that it's only a nightmare, but when she starts breaking down in tears, they decide listen and start packing to leave. But all this does is give the mob to form and they start making their presence known, with their parents realizing too little, too late that the dream is coming true. After that, it all goes down exactly as it's said in Eiki's profile: the parents split up to protect their kids, but both end up dying and Hisano and Eiki are the only ones to survive. On the one hand, the fact that they're alive shows that it's possible to break away from those dreams and prevent them from coming true. On the other hand, they're homeless and just barely scraping by as Eiki and Hisano walk alone together without their parents to help them. And due to Hisano's young mind, she can't internalize this fact just yet and has to rely on her brother to help her focus on survival. To focus on getting food and shelter as often as they can, and if she ever has a dream that involves danger, she tells Eiki and they immediately leave to a new spot.

One night, she has a dream, just like the ones before. It was a much nicer dream, with a man doting on who seems to be his son as they hang out at the park. When they look up, though, they seem concern as if talking to someone Hisano can't see before reassuring them that they'll help in any way they can. That she can stay for as long as she likes. The dream ends there, and Hisano nearly brushes it off since it didn't foretold danger like the others...until Eiki falls ill. They were able to reach town before he lays down on a bench to rest, but Hisano is panicking. What if he never gets better? What if something bad happens while he's asleep? What if he...never wakes up again? He asked her to stay and oh, she should've forced him to eat more. He's always been giving away his portion to her when he shouldn't! She should've put her foot down! Hisano looks around, trying to find any sign of help...and sees the very same people in her dreams. Feeling the puzzle pieces connect, Hisano immediately runs up to them and starts begging them for help. The man asks her to slow down while the older kid asks what she needs help with and she takes them to Eiki. Realizing that he's sick, the man asks where their parents are, which Hisano is unable to answer to. This was enough to give him a decent idea of what their situation is, and the man asks if it's okay if he takes them home to care for her twin. With no other option, she accepts and they make the trek home with Eiki in his arms. The older kid, barely a teen, tells her his name is Shinra and asks what happened. Hisano is hesitant but he reassures her, saying that there's places they can turn to for help if they need, like the Future Foundation or the Kisaragi Foundation. Hisano admits that she's not sure if they can help them specifically, which tips Shinra off that this might be more complicated than he expected and he drops the topic until they arrive home. With Eiki wrapped up in a blanket and a cold rag over his head, Shinra tries again, saying that they won't tell anyone what they've been put through if it's really that bad. At this point, Hisano's desperation for someone else to trust and help them finally breaks through the surface and she spills everything to Shinra and the man called Mikado. She's a mess by the end of her story and Mikado does his best to wipe her face as she tries to calm down. Shinra is quiet before saying that he understands now before gently hugging Hisano. He's glad that she understood her dream despite most of the bad ones she's experienced up until now, reaching out when she needed it most instead of ignoring it and staying put. It showed that her dreams can predict good futures, too, not just bad ones, and that she doesn't have to be scared of this magic. She can use it to help others, if that's what she desires. Hisano is confused but Shinra just smiles...and shows her his own magic, amazing her. He's just like her, after all, albeit in a different way. And if she's willing, he can help her with her magic alongside Eiki's. Hisano sits down and starts asking questions, which Shinra starts answering, while Mikado goes to cook for Eiki. After a while, Eiki wakes up, and he gets caught up on everything that's happened while he's been asleep.

Once everything has settled, Hisano and Eiki are brought into the family, although Mikado and Teruya remind them that they don't have to them as replacements. Hisano didn't see them as replacements, though, simply as other fathers she can look up to for guidance. It still takes a while for her to start calling them her dads, though, as she's mindful of Eiki's current state and doesn't want him to feel like he's being forced to see them as their new parents. Hisano was very interested in her dads' past, and they're very happy to talk about their relationship and how they got to the healthy dynamic they have now, although they're careful not to go into too much detail when it comes to the traumatic parts as she's still young and recovering from her own trauma. She likes to read with Mikado, as she always had an interest in books, and Teruya will take her shopping for anything she she wants. She also becomes something of a horror fan, much to Teruya and Eiki's terror. Mikado and Shinra are 100% down for this, though, and they have a horror movie night together as a family (except Moriko, she's a child). Hisano has also become interested in studying medicine, especially when it comes to home remedies she can make, well, at home. Her and Eiki are as close as ever, but now that they're in a safe place, they've started to bud heads a lot more due to their contrasting personalities: excitable and impulsive Eiki that likes to talk a lot to cool-headed and cautious Hisano that's more of a listener than a talker. With Shinra, she's able to come to terms with her magic as a seer, being able to see the future. As of now, she doesn't need to sleep to have prophetic dreams to activate her future sight anymore, but the dreams tend to be more clearer and farther into the future than when she's awake. She also discovered that some scented candles can keep her from dreaming so whenever she needs some rest, she puts up a candle before going to sleep to avoid risking a dream. But while she's accepted her magic, her feelings on it a quite complicated and she prefers not to talk about any kind of prophetic dreams/visions she may have. It's gotten her into a heap of trouble before, so she chooses to remain silent and just write them out in her journal, allowing Fate to takes it's course unless it's something especially dire. If or when that happens, she tries to be more subtler in her interventions while having her family as backup, even going as far as to use her hobby of fortune telling as a way to convey her prophecies to others. She's a bit more successful like this, but not always. And whenever she fails, she just sticks close to her dads for comfort. She loves her new older brother, although he drives her up the wall just as much as Eiki does nowadays due to his chaotic nature. Compared to her brothers, she's a lot more responsible and mature, although this is less from experience and more that she's willing to stop and think first before acting. This isn't always foolproof: if she needs to make a time-sensitive decision, she may take too long and the opportunity to do anything will pass her by...for better or for worse. Shinra is far better at thinking on the fly compared to her. She likes to stick to her comfort zone, never really breaking out of it unless she decides to indulge her friends/siblings' hobbies and ideas. While being a stickler for rules keeps her out of trouble, she can sometimes be a little too bound to the rules in favor of trying to keep the peace rather than fixing the problem. Regardless of her own opinions, though, she will always do her best to help her family and friends in any way she can. Even if it means looking the other way.

Hisano loves her fathers, although she tends to click more with Mikado than Teruya. Mostly because Mikado likes to bond in silence just like her, while Teruya prefers to talk as a way of bonding. That being said, she usually goes to Teruya for advice as while Mikado is clearly doing his best to be a better person, his past experiences tends to cloud his judgment due to the skewed priorities he grew up with so his advice is much more...morally gray. It's advice that some of her siblings are more willing to take but Hisano prefers a more kinder response, and Teruya's advice just lines up better for what she's trying to go for. Still, there are some things that only Mikado would have a better perspective on due to his own fuck ups and Hisano would sometimes talks to him for a second opinion if she feels like she's lacking something. She still misses her birth parents and sometimes when she's feeling especially lonely without them, she'll pull out the Ouija board and bring in Shinra and (an unwilling) Eiki with her to try and contact them. She has yet to find them, but she has had interesting conversations with others ghosts though. As of now, Hisano is in high school and it's only now that she realized that she...has absolutely no idea what she wants to do with her life. She's not interested in running the Otori Mart, and while she loves learning medicine, she's uncertain if she wants to turn her hobby into a career. Even though her dads says that she doesn't need to figure herself out now, she can't help but feel like she's being left behind when Shinra is about to graduate and is working to get his license to become a private investigator like Auntie Setsuka, and Eiki is just content to simply go with the flow and do whatever he wants, even if it means coasting on by. But she's trying to figure it out. Eventually. Whenever Hisano isn't at school, she's usually at the library for a quiet place to read books or hanging out with friends. She sometimes drop by to study magic with her brothers, but she's not as active as them due to her magic being more "passive" in nature in comparison to theirs. So she doesn't get blown up as often as them, if ever.

I don't really have a fun fact for her? I mean...she probably keeps a pet spider underneath her bed inside a box. Mostly to keep Teruya and Eiki from screaming and then instantly killing her on sight. Cause they hate spiders. </3

And that's all I'm gonna talk about for now cause oh my god, it's late and I need to stop here and get some sleep. I'll probably talk about Ryo and Moriko in a separate post so, uh, yeah. I hope you enjoy reading about my silly little IRL Sannotori fankids? (Feel free to ask questions about them if you'd like. But only if you want to.)

Ah, yes. Dooming OCs for plot reasons and also cause you can/think it would build an interesting narrative. That's something I do a lot, too. It's rare for OCs to ever have peace when you're a Creator that can do literally whatever you want to them (for better or for worse). Kinda reminds me of one of my OCs who's been through the ringer both in her backstory and the plot but at least she gets a happy ending out of all of that nonsense. ^^;

(I should post more about my fankids, tbh. I just worry about people's reactions to them even though the one ship I've been posting the most about for more than a year and a half resulted in...basically receiving zero fuss over it. To my surprise.)

Yeah like it's so easy to add trauma to ocs because you can do,, literally anything and sometimes you don't even realize it like when had just made Akira and was telling some friends about her lore it was only when they were like "oh poor thing :(" hearing about how she used to get bullied back in the orphanage as a kid that it dawned on me that oh yeah that's kinda fucked up. Guess I'm so used to fankids dying in straight up killing games because of nextgenronpa that non-KG related trauma flew completely over my head-

This ask also reminds me how a few years back i did this trend on Instagram where you try to find one oc you have with no trauma by going over this little list and there was one character who scored in every single trauma category and for months i had people asking me if she was ok- (surprisingly yes btw)

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acquainted-guy · 2 months ago

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TMNT OC x Canon Submission

Can't believe this is my first proper post haha But I've joined in the new @tmnt-ocxcanon-comp, and I wanted to share more about a Rise of the TMNT OC of mine I have submitted; Ben Wright!! In my Rise AU (which I greatly need to post more of lol) he's dating Rise Leo!

Art by @/shi0ch1ch1 on Twitter

Here's more details about Ben:

• Ben Wright “Luminos”

• Age - 17 years old (when meeting Leo, about 3-4 months after the Movie, when Leo is 17 too).

• Species - Half-Human, Half-Lumos (subspecies of Yokai that create crystals, form weapons and can turn themselves into crystal form too). His Grandmother was a Lumos with her son Nick (Ben’s father) inheriting the super strength and durability from his Lumos genes, though Ben inherited the full Lumos abilities.

• Born in England before moving to New York with his dad 3 months after the Movie (thanks to his dad’s job). His first day at University he meets April & CJ & is confronted by Armaggon (in my AU is an alien shark race that were mortal enemies with the Lumos, but now are all extinct). After the Turtles get involved to help save him, Leo first meets him when he catches Ben from a fall & from there their spark began lol

• Ben & Leo are gay in my AU, with their relationship starting off as friends though they’re both slightly awkward with each other. Soon they start to realise their mutual feelings & both end up confessing to each other lol They both are pretty sarcastic/snarky with each other & would tease each other. They are also pretty lovey-dovey & are both very physically & vocally affectionate (& are very public about their relationship), with Leo often giving surprise hugs, snuggles and sneaky kisses haha though they both can be very intimate and comforting when they need to be. With Ben being the only person Leo can truly be open heart-to-heart with and show how he truly feels under his “face man”/leader guise in front of his brothers. • Personality wise, Ben is very friendly and kind whilst also sometimes nervous and quiet, especially when first meeting people. Once he becomes friends with people, he get a lot more confident and his sarcastic side comes out a lot too. He loves Sci-Fi media like films and shows, something he and Leo bond over well. He is pretty clever (not Donnie level), though can have his dumb moments like the rest of the cast haha

Art by Marxiarts

In regards to Ben's (living) family, he has:

His dad - Nick Wright (a vigilante known as Anarchy)

His half-brother - Phoenix Clay Wright (who later becomes a good Rahzar 👀 )

His mum - Clara "Kloro" Wright (she's divorced from Nick, so Ben doesn't see her as much)

Was your OC there during an important time that happened in canon? Example: the rise movie, 2012 season 4 finale.

No funnily enough, Ben doesn't even come to New York till 2-3 months AFTER the Rise Krang invasion (though that is thanks to the invasion tbf) lol

Art by @loryska2, featuring Ben & Leo's first proper kiss... in the middle of a big season finale battle whilst everyone else is fighting around them lmao

So yeah, I was just hoping to make this to help showcase more about Ben, as I've never really taken part in a fan competition like this before haha But yeah if I end up winning the first round of votes that would be amazing, but if I don't then that is completely fine! It's a fun little fan thing and is also a nice way to help showcase Ben to more TMNT fans!

Also I'm going up against the awesome @honeylief's OC; Emmy, so I'm happy if I got defeated by her XDDD

Here's a link to vote if you'd like! - https://www.tumblr.com/tmnt-ocxcanon-comp/763137573393678336/tmnt-ocxcanon-comp-round-1?source=share

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clown--bunny · 2 months ago

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Gosh, I’m a bit nervous about sharing this here, but this little lady is very special to me as she’s the first Kirby oc I’ve ever made! Her name is Misty Mallow the Dream Keeper, a noddy lady who is as sweet and soft as a marshmallow. As a Dream Keeper, it is her duty to protect and care for the Fountain of Dreams, a job she’s very proud of. It’s big work for a noddy. She can get tired much quicker than her peers, but Misty Mallow is the most dedicated Dream Keeper there is. The Dream Fountain is especially important to noddies such as herself, and Misty Mallow believes she personally owes much to the Fountain. She just wants to give a little care back to it. She also may have a connection to a certain cosmic jester.

The character design and line art here are all mine, but I must give credit to my friend, @ivynajspyder for giving my drawing some dreamy color! Misty Mallow turned out just how I imagine her. Just perfect!

Also, please do not repost my art, but likes and reblogs are always super appreciated! <3<3 ^W^

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angstywaifu · 6 months ago

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The Lost Sister - Part 28

Synopsis: Xaden is known as an only child due to his sister who 'died' during the Rebellion. Little do they know she didn't die and has been so close this entire time.

Garrick Tavis x OC The Lost Sister Masterlist | Masterlist

Violet, Rhiannon and I shuffle into our shared room for our time here at Monsterrat. The room is furnished to the bare minimum. A bunk bed and a single bed pushed up against the walls, and dressers for each of us shoved up next to the door. Least our window gave us a good view of the mountains around us. Violet and I share a worried glance. Despite my signet, I could tell Rhiannon was off even before we got here. She had seem shaky and nervous as we readied to leave in the flight field earlier today. And now its like those feelings had amplified. Her nervousness ebbing off her in waves

Violet finally hitting the limit of what she can take of Rhiannon’s behaviour as she stuffs her pack under the bed and turning to face us as she checks she has all her daggers.

”You going to tell us what’s up?” She asks, her tone slightly annoyed, but also worried for her friend.

I note the slight tremble to Rhiannon’s hands as she straps her sword to her back. “Do you know where we are?”

Violet’s brow furrows as she thinks. “We’re about two hundred miles from the coast.”

And then it hits me. Rhiannon is from this area. Her village would not be far from where we are. She had only mentioned where she was from a few times, but with how nervous she is it all clicks into place.

”You’re village is nearby.” I blurt out.

Rhiannon looks over at me and nods, and I feel all her emotions hit me at once. So strongly I’m surprised I don’t stumble back. “My village is less than one hour away on foot.”

Violet walks forward and takes Rhiannon’s hands in hers as a lay a hand on her shoulder. She doesn’t even have to say what she wants to do. Violet and I already know. I know if given the chance I would want the same. Hell I had known that feeling. Had for the two years I knew Xaden and Garrick we’re so close. So I knew exactly where she was coming from.

”Don’t tell anyone,” Violet whispers even though it was only us in the room. “We have six days to figure it out and we will.”

I nod in agreement and I feel Rhiannon’s shift in emotion as she relaxes knowing she may have a way to go see her family. A loud pounding on the door startles us all.

”Let’s go, Second Squad!”

Fucking Dain Aetos.

Two days later the three of us climb out the window of our room. Luck must have been on our side when assigning our rooms as we are on the first floor. Violet had insisted on tonight as Mira was to be out on patrol. Key word is meant to be. I reach out to grab Violet and pull her back, but its too late and she runs right into Mira, bouncing back into my arms as I steady her.

”Shit!” Rhiannon exclaims as I step back into her.

”Don’t you at least check the corners?” Mira lectures Violet, he arms folding over her chest as she stares down at Violet before it shifts to Rhiannon and I.

”In my defence, I didn’t think you’d be there because you’re suppose to be on patrol.” Violet states as she steps out of my grip.

”You we’re acting super weird at dinner.” Mira’s head tilting to the side as she studies us. “So I switched shifts. Do you want to tell me what you’re doing outside the walls?”

Violet glances at Rhiannon and I but we both shift our gazes, the wall and ground suddenly becoming the most interesting things we have ever seen.

”None of you? Really?” She sighs before pinching the bridge of her nose. “You three need to sneak out of a heavily fortified defensive position because….?”

I step forward next to Violet, Mira’s attention shifting to me. I hadn’t formally been introduced to Mira today, but I could tell from the way her eyes flicker to my hair and the relic mark peaking out of my uniform in the same way Xaden’s does that she knows exactly who I am. Her whole body going slightly rigid as she assesses me. As if trying to decide if I am a threat to Violet or not. But as if seeing how comfortable she is next to me, she relaxes.

”We’re flying to Rhiannon’s village to see her family.”

Mira goes pale. “You think you’re what?”

”We’re flying to her village. It’s like a five minute flight, according to Tairn and-” Violet starts before Mira cuts her off.

”Absolutely not.” Shaking her head at us. “Nope. You cannot fly off like you’re on vacation. What if something happens to you?”

”At her parents house?” I ask her slowly. “Because there’s definitely some major ambush planned just for us on the off chance we might decide to visit?”

Her eyes narrow at me. “I never know with you Riorson’s.” Her tone slightly venomous. Nothing I’m not use to.

Violet pushes between us, as if trying to protect me even though we both know out of the two of us I’d have the better chance on taking on Mira. “We’d be in less danger visiting her parents than we are at Basgiath.” She argues back to her sister.

Mira purses her lips and sighs. “Fair point.”

”Come with us.” Violet blurts out as Rhiannon and I look at each other wide eyed. Not part of the fucking plan at all. “Seriously. Come with us, Mira. She just wants to see her sister.”

As Violet explains the situation to Mira, I feel her change of heart. Violet winning her over in an instant. And before we know it, Violet Mira and I are sat on cushioned benches, watching Rhiannon rock her nephew by the fireplace, lost in conversation with her family. This was worth it. So fucking worth it. To watch Rhiannon get the reunion I will never fully get. But I had a new family now. Yes I still had Xaden. But without our parents or any relatives, we had formed our own family with the other marked ones. And one day I hoped we could have something similar.

”Thank you for helping us.” Violet says to Mira.

Mira smirks. “You would have done it with or without me. Figured this way I’d know you’re safe. What other rules have you broken sis?”

”Where do we start?” I say with a chuckle as I sip the wine Rhiannon’s family had given us.

”Maybe a few here and there. I’ve gotten very good at poisoning my opponents before challenges.”

I choke back a laugh as Mira nearly spits her wine everywhere. Definitely not what she expected from her sister. But I could tell she was proud of her. So proud of all the odd’s her sister at defied, all she had achieved. Violet should not have survived the riders quadrant or be thriving in it like she is. But she was. She was defying all the odds that we’re stacked against her.

”Speaking of sticking away from offspring off the that traitor, I see you’ve managed to acquire another one out of nowhere.” Mira states, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I meet Mira’s gaze. Watch as she takes me in. Her eye’s lingering longer than necessary on my green eyes and paler skin tone, which had actually gained some of its natural tan back since being in the quadrant. A far cry from those of my brother and father. Hell I would be better off passing as a sibling to Imogen. Her brows furrow as if also coming to a similar conclusion.

”Technically not out of nowhere. She was at the college with me.” Violet states bluntly.

Mira looks over and Violet, narrowing her eyes at her. “You know what I meant. None of us knew who she was. Though I won’t lie, didn’t pick you to be a Riorson.”

”Is that meant to be an insult or a compliment?” I ask, challenging her.

Mira chuckles and shakes her head. “Compliment. You don’t remind me of your brother.”

”She’s more like him than you think. And he isn’t that bad once you get to know him.” Violet adds, Mira turning to her, narrowing her eyes again. Definitely not the right thing to say....

The two sisters start bickering so I tune out and leave them to it, turning my attention back to Rhiannon and her family. As risky as tonight was, it was worth it to see this. To watch Rhiannon get some peace. Something that was a rarity at the college, and something I knew we wouldn’t get for a while. Mira motions for us to get going, us three leaving Rhiannon to say goodbye to her family without us there. One last moment before we all head back, and she would have to wait till her letter privileges came into effect in a few months time once we hit second year.

”Have you been stationed with any riders of mated pairs?” Violet asks as we walk towards the door.

”One.” Mira replies as we step outside. “Why?”

As soon as I step over the threshold I feel him. I might not see him, but I know he’s there. Turning I see a patch of shadows larger than what should be there despite how late it is. If Violet’s about to ask what I think she is, she’s about to get her answer in the flesh.

”I’m just wondering how long they can be separated.”

”Turns out, about three days is their max.” Xaden says as the shadows dissipate to reveal him leaning against the wall.

Fucking. Mated. Dragons

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makeyoumine69 · 8 months ago

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My Lovely Detective I

— PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Detective!OC

— CO-WRITER: @iron-flavored-lipgloss

— SUMMARY: Being a detective in New York was pretty hard, and being a woman detective was even harder, but not for Andrea Moore. Despite the fact that she lived the life of an average American without any luxury or wealth, she loved her job, her life and her boyfriend, who always supported her. One day, her boss — Detective Kimball — assigned her to a case regarding the disappearance of a very rich man from Wall Street named Paul Allen, and her first task became to interrogate the man who was suspected to be connected to it. From that moment on, Andrea would have to reveal what secrets were hidden behind the perfect facade of Patrick Bateman...

— CONTAINS: Swearing, misogyny, mind manipulation, mild seduction.

— WORDS: 2.4k

— A/N: Me and my dear friend @iron-flavored-lipgloss have been working on this writing project for quite a while and now it's finally here! Feel free to share your opinion, we hope you like it!

— LINKS: [MASTERLIST]; [SERIES MASTERLIST]; [AO3}.

Pierce & Pierce

The first impression I got when I stepped into the glass box called P&P office was the unprecedented atmosphere of wealth and elitism I'd never experienced before. It only confirmed Donald Kimball's statements about Wall Street and its special aura that consumes you from the moment you enter the space where arrogant yuppies rush past you without paying attention, even if they push you painfully on your shoulder.

Today, I had to interrogate one of the vice presidents of Pierce & Pierce, his name was Patrick Bateman and Detective Kimball - my boss - had a very strange opinion about this guy and he made me aware to be careful and attentive to the things he would say. And I didn't know why my heart was beating so fast when it was such a common thing for me to interrogate someone, but once I got to the right floor and went into Bateman's office I saw a beautiful blonde woman who was supposed to be his assistant. Her name was Jean and she asked me to wait a bit before she sneaked into Patrick's office to ask him if he was not super busy.

One minute, two minutes...

I was getting more and more nervous the longer I waited, but luckily for me, Jean appeared almost as I was about to start digging my nails into my skin; she politely asked me to come in.

With deliberate movements, I entered the fashionable office to see a handsome man sitting at the wooden desk, his brown hair with a golden hue slicked back, and the moment he raised his eyes to me, I felt a tight knot form in my stomach.

"This is Detective Andrea Moore," Jean introduced me with a friendly smile. "Can I get you some coffee?" She asked immediately, but her question wasn't addressed to me as I noticed her devoted gaze on the brown-haired man who still hadn't said a word.

For Patrick Bateman, there was little to distinguish one workday from the other. Everything went in pleasantly bland and repetitive cycles: arriving at the office (impeccably styled from head to toe like any self-respecting yuppie, but still a little sleeker than everyone else, he reassured himself), the new release by whatever popular band was blaring in his headphones. With world economic news on the TV and a crossword puzzle to complete, he told Jean to cancel unnecessary meetings every morning.

But not today.

There was a moment of irritation when Jean declared that there was an unexpected visitor waiting outside his office. A detective, she said, but this time it wasn't Kimball, and this additional information was what really started to bother Patrick.

He had to make an effort to manipulate Kimball, sure that the man would finally believe in his integrity and drop the 'Paul Allen' case.‘Maybe I need to get my lawyer involved, maybe money needs to be paid to solve this.' The door opened again, this time Jean led the detective in, and in an instant a wave of relief washed over Patrick. He dismissed Jean with a smile that was almost natural to him by now. He let her go and then turned his eyes back to the woman in front of him. ‘A female detective... If they exchanged Kimball with her, for whatever reason, my situation can't be that bad.’ Patrick let his eyes glide over her body, his confidence returning with every second. Aside from her sex, this person truly presented a different image than Kimball. Illuminated by the morning sun, her suit shimmered in a way that only cheap polyester could. ‘What a feeble attempt to demand respect,’ Patrick thinks with mild disgust. Despite its loose cut, the suit did little to hide her voluptuous figure. 'Nice tits. Could be an hourglass figure if it weren't for the fat around her waist.'

Disinterested, he focused again on her face, framed by brown and unruly curls - another flaw in his book. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Miss ...?" Patrick asked in a tone of false pleasantness, but with a face that didn't betray much happiness. He didn't remember her name very well either, even though Jean had said it just a few seconds ago.

"Miss Moore," she replied briefly, taking a seat across from his desk. At first the woman reached out to shake his hand, but then she pulled back. "Detective Donald Kimball has decided to let me continue his investigation into Paul Allen's disappearance," Andrea paused to retrieve the notebook and pen from her bag. "We have another missing persons case."

Though her voice sounded confident and stern, there was a turmoil of emotions raging within her, but the woman managed to regain her composure. God, why was reality so cruel to her? When Kimball had given her this case, he had never mentioned what Bateman looked like, and that had made Andrea think that Patrick was a typical middle-aged banker, but she had been so fucking wrong that now she felt embarrassed and nervous, and her hands were shaking slightly.

"According to my information, you were seeing a woman named Bethany not too long ago," the detective looked at Patrick while he made some notes. "You were studying at Harvard together. Is that correct?"

‘She has an exotic look to her, despite the last name. A "first generation raised outside East Harlem" kind of vibe, ' Patrick thought dismissively. ‘Girls like her have a lot to prove, and they always bring that insecurity into the conversation. They cover it up by acting all masculine and bossy.’

It wasn't lost on him how her fingers trembled as she reached for the notebook, and that was the only reason the mention of Bethany's name didn't worry him for the moment. Perhaps Paul was having an affair with her? New York's elite is a small world.

Right now, this interview was nothing more than an inconvenience for him. "That's true. But really, our relationship ended after graduation. I also can't help but wonder how any of this relates to Paul Allen. At least that was the topic of conversation with Detective Kimball."

'What a smug son of a bitch.' The detective didn't flinch, her face devoid of emotion despite the storm brewing inside. "You see, sometimes we work with the police to help find missing persons," she explained, unbuttoning her jacket to reveal a simple blue blouse underneath. "A few weeks ago it was reported that a woman named Bethany Simmons had disappeared under strange circumstances, but before that she had dined with you. Her hairdresser confirmed it."

A sudden power shift in the conversation made Andrea feel a little more confident as she detected a slight tension in the way Bateman frowned.

"What happened after dinner, Mr. Bateman?" The woman asked insistently, pen in hand, ready to catch every word the man was about to give her. "Maybe you can tell us where Bethany is now?"

Patrick couldn't help but feel his body stiffen at Detective Moore's words before he forced himself to lean back in his chair - just keeping up the pretense of casualness.

"We met for a late dinner, nothing more. After that we parted ways, I would have assumed she went home. But this is really disturbing to hear."

Mimicking a sad expression, Patrick studied the woman across from him intensely. Maybe he needed to be careful. Kimball had a different attitude, one that Patrick already began to miss because of its familiarity.

‘Why so aggressive with this lack of hard evidence? A hairdresser... Believe a hairdresser over the testimony of a vice president of a leading Wall Street firm! I bet she just hates men.’

And yet his eyes lingered on her now exposed blouse.

The detective was about to check the time, but when she noticed the gold Rolex on Bateman's wrist, she somehow changed her mind, not wanting to reveal her cheap watch.

"Okay," she smiled suddenly and put her notebook on her lap. "May I ask about your relationship with Bethany? Maybe she shared some concerns with you during that dinner? Did she think she was in danger? Maybe someone was threatening her?" Andrea asked with undisguised interest in the case she was investigating. "I know that Mr. Kimball had a conversation with Bethany's fiancé..."

The sudden pause hung in the air like a suffocating rope around Patrick's neck.

'He's lying, I can feel it.' The woman grinned wider and made some notes. "I really hope you'll give me some information so I don't have to deal with your lawyer. People in your circle always like to do that." Andrea fixed her curly locks that tried to block her vision. "But I understand how busy you are."

Hidden under the desk from the detective's watchful eyes, Patrick's fingers began to dig into his thigh. Oh, how he wished it was her neck instead.

How much information could Bethany's fiancé really have? No, this seemed more like a strategy to make him panic, and yet it was starting to work in a way.

"Oh, I don't see any need to get a lawyer involved. These questions are only reasonable," Patrick fought to maintain the image of an innocent man and gave the most sympathetic smile his tense muscles could muster. "She didn't mention anything specific, but you know. She had a tendency to meet up casually with different men, so who knows where she went after our dinner. I'm not sure how informed her boyfriend is about that either. As for me and her - we were just catching up for old times' sake.”

At this point, Patrick started to seriously think about what had happened to Bethany's body.

Andrea did her best to catch up with Bateman's comments, writing them down with calculated precision. Then she massaged her temples shortly - a clear sign of her tired state. "You said Bethany was seeing other men...do you think she might be unfaithful to her fiancé?" The detective asked suddenly, arching her eyebrow in a thoughtful manner as cogs began to turn in her head. "Also, do you know her boyfriend? Could he be dangerous to Bethany?"

The woman didn't even notice her foot tapping on the floor, the adrenaline from the current conversation coursing through her veins, and that was the strongest drug for her.

"Have you been having an affair with Bethany behind his back? That can be a motive for him to commit a crime, you know what I mean?" She murmured in a suddenly low voice, her throat was dry from tension, but she didn't dare ask for water. A muffled rustling of city life could be heard in the moment of silence and the woman hoped that Patrick couldn't hear her fast heartbeat.

Maybe it was the way she looked at him (tired? dismissive? annoyed?), but something inside him shifted. Suddenly, Patrick found himself dangerously overwhelmed by irritation at her audacity and bold questioning, more than anything else.

"It was her who invited me, and during our time together she was clearly trying to make a move. Well, she didn't get what she wanted out of that dinner. I'm engaged myself, you know."

‘She thinks she's so smart, but if we had met under different circumstances, in a club for example, she would be throwing herself at me right now.’

"You said it yourself, I have a very busy lifestyle," and with a playful glance at his Rolex, Patrick continued. "But I'm making time for you, willing to prove good intentions. And all I can say is that I knew Bethany better when we were together. I'm unfamiliar with her exact current situation and fiancé."

Beyond the carefully curated faux friendliness, he leaned forward and looked deeply into Detective Moore's dark eyes.

"But if a woman in a committed relationship looks at other men the way she looked at me that night - her boyfriend can't be good. Wouldn't that be the logical conclusion?"

His unexpectedly brazen remark made Andrea's jaw clench in anger. "Maybe after we find Bethany, you can ask her that question."

The woman tried to hide her annoyance as his words found some resonance within her - Bateman was an utterly handsome man, it was foolish and stupid to try to argue with that fact, though that didn't mean the detective had to admit it either.

"Well, thank you for your time, Mr. Bateman," the woman muttered and tucked her things back into her bag. " I will take some time researching information and discussing it with Mr. Kimball. I think we can meet here in a week or...maybe at a café?" The woman's expression didn't change even when she realized what she had just said. "I don't want to bother Jean and the people in here," Andrea tried to shake off her nervousness. "But this is all up to you."

Patrick raised his eyebrows, taking her sudden desire to leave as a success on his part. "Why do you say you bother Jean? This is her job. But if there is any way I can help you with your research, please do."

He held one of his business cards out to her, his attitude now almost charming.

‘Of course she wants to meet me for dinner. Like all the women I've met, huh?’

"Call this number and Jean will discuss a convenient time and date with you. I will get us a good reservation at a restaurant, for whatever topic you want to discuss with me. You see, I just don't like unannounced interruptions."

The woman took the business card and, without looking at it, quickly put it in her notebook. "See you soon, have a good day, Mr. Bateman."

With that Andrea picked up her things and got up to leave the office as soon as possible, she didn't say anything to Jean. When she was finally outside, she took a moment to breathe deeply, as if she was suffocating from lack of oxygen all the time. The pedestrians passed her like ghosts, her heartbeat pulsed in her ears and Andrea couldn't really remember being so... shocked and puzzled by any man before.

Even in the subway all she could think about was Bateman and his pathetic attempts to deceive her and mislead her investigation. Now she had more questions than answers, and she desperately needed to talk to Mr. Kimball. ‘I'm gonna make you talk, Bateman, I'm gonna do more than that.’

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voidvannie · 1 month ago

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⋆˚࿔ ꒰ 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗨𝗧 ꒱ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⋆✩⋆ ─── 🎶and i thank god every day for the girl he sent my way🎶 - beautiful things, benson boone

⋆✩⋆ ─── pairing: jamie drysdale x isabelle hughes

⋆✩⋆ ─── beautiful things masterlist main masterlist

⋆✩⋆ ─── in which . . . belle finds out she's pregnant & has to tell jamie right away!

⋆✩⋆ ─── feel free to send in any request for things you want to see in this series, or in any of the other series on my page. Or if you just want to share some thoughts about what you read, or if you want to talk about oc's!

𝙳𝙴𝙲𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝟷𝟽, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟻 . ┊

belle grins as she stands in her and jamie's shared bathroom in philadelphia, her camera propped up on the rectangular jewelry box resting in the middle of the two sinks.

"welcome to jamie and i's bathroom. today is. . . ," she trails off, picking her phone off the counter to check the date, "december seventeenth. so, jamie and i have been married for six months, and i think i may be pregnant. i've had pregnancy scares before, but i feel different this time."

"it is super early in the morning, jamie is at the gym with carter and cam so i thought it would be the perfect time to take a pregnancy test." she holds the wrapped test up for the camera to catch it. "i'm gonna pee on this stick and i'll be right back."

"okay, that's done." belle caps the last pregnancy test and sits it back down on the bathroom counter, "i'm really freaking nervous. jamie and i haven't really been trying for babies, but we also haven't done anything to prevent babies from happening. either way, we'll both be excited and happy."

"jack will probably be the most excited out of my brothers, and most likely will throw himself a party. he's always asking me when i'm making him an uncle and i'm sure he has a bet going on with trevor." belle nervously fidgets as she tries to think of anything to keep her mind from wondering. "why did i think this was a good thing to do on my own?"

moments later, the timer that she has set up goes off and she picks the first test up, her jaw dropping as she takes in the small 'pregnant' on the small screen, "holy fucking shit."

flipping the other test over, she jumps in place as they also read 'pregnant', and she holds them up for the camera to see them, "holy shit, i'm pregnant! i'm fucking pregnant! i wanna call my mom but at the same time i want to keep this between jamie and i until i can at least go to the doctor and confirm that i am a hundred precent pregnant."

"jamie should be home in a little bit so the next time you see us, we'll be telling him that he's going to be a dad! okay, i need to calm my nerves down."

the camera view now shows jamie scrolling through his phone on the couch, freshly showered from his morning at the gym with a few of the Flyer's players and with no mind that he was being recorded.

a sigh leaves his lips as he locks his phone, laying it on his leg and throwing his head down onto the back of the couch, "baby! come sit with me on the couch! we can watch a movie!"

a angelic giggle rings through the room before belle moves into the view of the camera, a view of the three pregnancy test tucked away in the pack pocket of her blue jean shorts. "hi."

jamie smiles widely, leaning over to kiss her softly, "hi."

"okay, i know we promised to not be those kinds of couples, but i got you a present for six months of being married." belle smiles warmly at her husband as her hand moves to the back of his neck, gently scratching at his scalp.

"hmm, that feels nice." jamie's eyes slip close for a few second before he opens them back up, turning his head to look over at his wife with a stern expression on his face, "what did i say about just buying me shit? it's my job to surprise you with stuff, not the other way around."

"this is a good surprise, i promise. now, close your eyes and hold your hands out."

"baby, i swear, if this is another one of your tiktok pranks, i'm sleeping on the couch for a week." jamie sighs before doing as she says.

belle takes the test out of her back pocket and places them on his hands, "okay. open."

"holy shit! no fucking way!" jamie jumps up from the couch, pregnancy test hitting the floor as he jumps around, "no fucking way!"

the blonde watches her husband run around their living room before he rushes back over to pick the best up from the floor, his eyes closing over as he made sure he was actually seeing what he was seeing.

"baby, holy shit." jamie sits on his knees in front of belle, forehead resting on her legs as he took the moment in, "you're pregnant. baby, you're fucking pregnant."

"i'm pregnant." she runs her fingers through his hair as tears fill her eyes, one falling from her eye as she blinked. "we'll, it says that i am, but i'm not a hundred percent sold. i made an appointment for the doctor for thursday."

jamie nods, lifting his head up from her knees and bringing his hand up to wipe the tears away from her eyes, leaning forward to kiss her on the lips a few times, i love you's between each one. "i love you."

"i love you."

the video ends with a silent moment between belle and jamie, their foreheads pressed together before the screen goes black and the worlds, "baby drysdale coming 2026" appearing on the screen.

#hughes!reader #hughes!sister #nhl fanfiction #nhl blurb #hockey masterlist #jack hughes sister #luke hughes sister #quinn hughes sister #jamie drysdale x isabelle hughes #jamie drysdale x hughes!sister

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crimsonizedangel · 4 months ago

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Whiskey Neat

Pairing: Jay Halstead x OC

Rating: nsfw

AN: I am open to requests if anyone wants to send me any.

"Hey Elle" I turned around and saw April coming up behind me. "Are you going to join Maggie and I for karaoke tonight at Molly's?" She asked me. I looked between the two nurses before going back to my charting.

"I might." I told them.

"Come on Dr. Rosa." Maggie chimed in. "We will buy you a drink cause I know after the week we've all had here that you probably need one as well."

"Ok I'll join you guys but I'm stopping home first." I knew they were right. We had a long week in the ER and all needed to decompress. When I glanced up I saw the shared look the two nurses shared. "I don't know what you two are thinking but I don't like that look."

April came up next to me and set down her charts before chiming in "we were just thinking that you probably wanted to go home to put some makeup on and perfume in case you saw a certain detective that happens to have a brother that also works here."

I felt the blush creep onto my face. "I didn't realize that you two knew about that."

"What that you blush every time Jay comes in and talk super fast like you're nervous around him." This time it was Maggie talking.

"I'm only a resident and he's my attendings brother I don't think anything can happen there." I replied to them.

"Mhmm. Eleanor we are going to be your wingwomen tonight because that boy likes you too and we are going to help you two kids get together." Maggie informed me.

There was maybe a half hour left of our shifts which we spent most of that time catching up on charting before shift change and giving report to the next shift. We changed out of our hospital issued scrubs and both women followed me back to my house where I found something better to wear. I had on a black hoodie and jeans that I quickly put on that morning when I rolled out of bed to start my shift and April pulled out a black lacey romper for me to put on. Maggie fixed my hair so it was no longer a very messy bun and instead styled my dark curly hair into a half up ponytail. April looked through my makeup bag and had me apply some mascara and red lipstick before spritzing some of my Dior perfume on me.

I rode with April and Maggie drove herself to the bar where karaoke had already started with Mouch singing some old 80s song that I wasn't paying much attention to. I instead followed the girls to the bar and ordered a drink.

"How are you ladies doing tonight?" Jay asked as he approached the bar with Will beside him.

"Good getting a much needed drink after this week. How about you?" I asked him.

"Same. I would offer to buy you a drink but I see you already have one." He noted the whiskey that Stella sat down in front of me.

"Well you can always buy the next one." I joked to him.

"Rosa great job today with that trauma patient." Will piped in.

"Thank you Dr. Halstead." I replied with a smile and noticed the little look that the two brothers shared and that April and Maggie had already left to a table.

"You want to go find a seat so we aren't blocking the bar?" I asked Jay who nodded. I saw Will get up to join us only for Jay to stop him and whisper something to his older brother who just nodded and went in the opposite direction of us. I raised a brow at him and he just smiled and shrugged it off.

I found a table in the corner and sat across from Jay. I'm not sure what all we talked about just that there was lots of laughter. Jay did eventually buy me another drink before rejoining me.

"Elle you look beautiful tonight has anyone told you that yet?" He complimented me and I felt my cheeks get hot.

"No but thank you. You don't look too bad yourself but you always look good especially in your police uniform." I rambled and didn't know how to stop but at least Jay did. He chuckled a bit at my rambling comments before leaning across the small table and kissing me. I was caught by surprise and felt myself raise a hand to his face as I started kissing him back. He pulled away and I just looked him in the eye before I smiled and asked him "what was that for?"

"You seemed nervous and wouldn't shut up so I thought I would help you." He replied "was that ok?"

"Jay that was more than alright. I've been wanting to kiss you for a long time now." I confessed with a grin before taking the last sip of my drink.

I saw Jay look around and notice Will, April, and Maggie just grinning at us from across the bar. "Do you want to get out of here? Maybe somewhere we won't have an audience watching us." He asked me.

"I would love to." I replied and he finished his own drink before grabbing my hand and walking me to his truck. Once he was in the drivers seat I cupped his face in my hands and pulled him in giving him a proper kiss. His own hand went to the back of my neck as his tongue fought mine for dominance. I let him win and felt his other hand move to cup my clothed breast. Eventually we pulled apart and he adjusted his erection before starting his truck.

"Let's get out of here before we're caught having sex in my truck outside the bar."

"Yeah that's probably a good idea." I replied sitting back in my own seat before he drove off to his apartment.

The second he parked his truck we both got out and I followed him to the door and waited for him to unlock it. He led me over to the elevator where as soon as the doors were closed he had me pinned against the wall and his lips were on mine. I broke the kiss to move my lips to his neck before we were interrupted by the elevator doors opening. Jay stepped away and grabbed my waist leading me down the hall to his apartment. When we stopped at the door I looked up at him and saw the reminder of the color lipstick I was wearing that was now all over his neck. I just smiled to myself as he opened the door and let me inside.

I stabilized myself with the wall to get my heels off only for Jay to give me a look.

"Let me help you with that." He told me as he came over and picked me up and set me on his counter before proceeding to take my shoes off. "Wasn't that easier?" He asked.

"Yeah it was. Thanks." I replied feeling the tension growing again as I looked into his green eyes. My hands grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer to me before moving a hand up the back of his neck to collide my lips with his. I felt his hands move up my thighs to grab my ass. We continued making out as I started to undo the buttons on his shirt and ran my hands over his abs and chest before pushing his shirt off his shoulders and to the floor. His hands found the two ties holding the top of the romper up and with a gentle pull of a string behind my neck and across my back the top was free and revealed my braless chest. Jay kissed down my neck and took a nipple into his mouth sucking and playing with it. I let out a small gasp that turned into a moan.

Jay pulled off of me and I wrapped my arms around his neck right before he picked me up and carried me down the hall to his bedroom. In one swift moment he dropped me onto his bed and pulled the rest of the romper off along with my panties. I looked up at him and saw his eyes become heavy and lust filled and as my eyes moved down his bare torso to the jeans he still had on it became very obvious how much he wanted this.

"Elle do you want me to continue? Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked me.

"Jay I wouldn't have gone home with you if I didn't want this. Yes please continue. Please fuck me." I pleaded.

He smiled at me before he grabbed one of my thighs and started kissing up it until he got to my pussy that was already very slick with arousal. When his tongue made contact and he licked a strip up my folds to my clit I let out a gasp and when he inserted two fingers into me as he sucked on my clit it turned into a moan.

"Oh my god Jay." I moaned which spurred him on making him move his fingers faster and his tongue more. One of my hands moved down raking my fingers through his hair and holding his head in place as I started moving my hips against him. His other hand moved across my lower abdomen holding me still as I felt the coil build.

"Jay I'm close." I moaned " I'm going to come." He pulled his mouth off of me and replaced it with his thumb on my clit so he could watch my face as I screamed out squirting all over his fingers. He continued to finger me as I rode out my high.

As soon as it had passed I watched as he pulled his fingers out and put them in his mouth licking them clean. I sat up and started undoing his jeans and pushed them down over his hips along with his boxers and watched as his erection sprang free from its confines hitting his abdomen. I moved myself into a better position so I could lick the precum that was already leaking out from his tip. Jay let out a moan and after teasing him by licking small strips up and down his cock I finally took the plunge and took all of his cock into my mouth.

"Oh god yes." I heard him moan "Elle as much as I'm enjoying this I need you to stop before I come in your mouth." I pulled off of him but not before giving his tip one last lick.

"Get on your hands and knees." He instructed as he went over to a bedside table to grab a condom out of the drawer. I watched as he rolled it down his cock before I did as he instructed only for him to grab my hips and pull me closer to the edge of the bed. I didn't have to wait long before I felt him run the tip of his condom covered cock up and down my slick folds before inserting himself slowly into me.

We both let out moans as he got down to the hilt and my ass was against his abdomen. As soon as we were both adjusted I started moving myself on his cock only for him to stop me so he could pound into me making his balls hit against my clit. I moaned at the feeling and felt my arms give out causing me to moan into his mattress.

"Elle you feel amazing." He moaned out.

"Jay your cock is hitting all the right places." I moaned back. I felt his cock twitch inside me. Between that and his balls constantly hitting my clit I felt the coil build again. I couldn't even give a warning this time as I saw stars and screamed into the mattress as I squirted all over his cock and thighs. I felt his movements stutter right before he fell forward and moaned into my shoulder as he came inside me. I felt myself twitching around him milking him dry.

As I regained my composure I felt him kissing my shoulder and neck before he pulled out to dispose of the used condom. When he returned I was still laying there catching my breath.

"Here you can wear this if you want." He told me as I sat up so he could hand me one of his cpd shirts. I took it and slipped it on before crawling under the blankets. "It couldn't have been that good." He laughed as he slipped in next to me wearing some sweatpants.

"Well it was." I nodded before I gave him a kiss "I think you've successfully fucked me into tiredness and sleep."

He laughed as he pulled me down and shut the light off. "We're both off tomorrow so you can sleep as long as you want."

"Good although I'm not opposed to having another round before I have to go back home." I told him as I laid my head down on his chest.

"Round two can be at your place when I drop you off then." He chuckled "goodnight Ellie."

"Goodnight Jay." I replied. I tried not to think about all the comments that were going to come on Monday from Will, April, and Maggie.

#one chicago #chicago pd #smut #jay halstead #jay halstead x oc #jesse lee soffer #oneshot

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riisume · 9 days ago

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The motivation to draw has been at an all time low

I fr need more artist friends to talk to because being in my own bubble with my art, ocs, sonas, selfshipping stuff, whatever is so isolating... But I'm scared.

My friend who I used to talk about my Granblue selfshipping stuff with essentially forgot about me and replaced me with a different friend.

My friend who I started talking about oc and sona stuff with again stopped talking to me about them (and kind of in general) because I shut down his crush on me.

My irls don't really draw anymore and the one who does sometimes is in a completely different k/nk community and I don't like talking to them about ocs too much cuz they misinterpret mine like crazy.

My partner's sweet and let's me talk but a lot of the time he talks over me and my brain starts screaming at me that he doesn't actually care about what I'm saying.

I'm too socially anxious to make friends online and maintaining them is even MORE of a struggle now because of all the bullshit that's happening with my roommate.

I feel so fucking alone in the art world and just in general...

I'm drawing things and for what? It's not fun right now. I don't know what I want for my art anymore because I have no one to comfortably share it with. I've just been going through the motions with art and doing commissions cuz the only thing fueling me wanting to draw right now is getting paid and making other's happy which always feels nice.

But I also want art to be fun for me when I draw for myself. I feel like what I make for myself is time being wasted. Sometimes I feel like even drawing my ocs is also a waste of time. It doesn't spark joy because looking at most of my ocs or sonas makes me sad. So then I make new ones and hope those will make me happy only to get nervous that people will get upset at my inconsistency and because I make too many ocs (it's happened before).

I'm also tired of feeling like my (personal) art's only desirable when it's tickle art. It makes me want to leave the tk community so bad... but I always come back. I told myself I wouldn't leave again this time cuz I like having a space to talk about tk stuff... But I'm feeling sore about the whole thing again.

I wish my art was good enough for me to be an FFXIV artist. But being devoid of passion for art for the past couple of months and wanting validation for my art from the tk community who's way more supportive is making it super hard to just... Draw normal, non-tk stuff.

Most of the time I like my art and my style. But I want to be better... And idk why I hate the thought of getting better and wasting it on tickle art. So I'm just stuck doing the same shit.

I want to sell at conventions. I want to be part of a fandom's community. I want my art to be liked outside of tickle art...

I know I went through 60 different topics in this read more and I'm so sorry if you read all of it, but I just feel so trapped... I'm not even sure if it's seasonal depression anymore cuz these problems keep popping up too often.

#rii vents #v neg #there's a bunch of word and topic vomit #feel free to ignore;;#TLDR I feel trapped and lonely with my art

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whumpsday · 4 months ago

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Whumpmas in July #25

Share a sneak peek of something you're working on

all my WIJ stuff is being completed like the day before since i fell super off-schedule, so here's some other WIPs that are less "on the burner"!

there's a bunch of em, so i'll put them under a read more. this will primarily consist of Kane & Jim and BG3 fanfic things. at the very bottom is something with major Kane & Jim spoilers, but i'll give ample warning.

excerpt from a segment of a Kane & Jim AU RP i intend to edit into its own little thing. still have to put it in past tense and polish it up lol

But he has another problem: how is he to possibly stop this from happening again? He can't stay awake forever. Jack's things he can protect by sleeping in the middle of the floor with nothing, but he can't stop himself from screaming. Can't he? Kane eyes the little scissors that came with the sewing kit, then takes them into the bathroom. This is worth it to not lose access to food, he tells himself. And if nothing else, it will prove to Jack he's serious about trying to be good. He'll do anything to please his rescuer. Using the mirror as reference, he makes an incision into his throat. With all he's been through, he knows where to aim by now. He snips into his vocal chords until the whimpering stops, making sure not to interfere with his ability to breathe. Blood and tears mix in the sink, mostly blood. He presses his hand over his throat until the bleeding stops. It's quicker than usual: faster healing due to the blood, he supposes. It looks nasty, but he can't make noise now, at least until it heals.

this excerpt is from a Kane & Jim-related oneshot. by "related", i mean it takes place tens of thousands of years before K&J's story, when the first vampires were created.

Alukah sliced the man's throat with her sickle, watching the fear die in his eyes as the life left him. The life that would soon belong to her, for an eternity to come. She held him just so, letting his blood drain into the earth where she had prepared the spell, before tossing him in a pile with the rest to be buried later. The farmers said they could be used to nourish crops, an extra bounty on top of their main purpose. The tedium it would require would no longer be a concern, at least: they'd all have nothing but time if this went as planned. The message-girl bounded up to her, undisturbed by the mountain of dead.

this is another Kane & Jim AU, actually a fanfic (not sure if that's the right term to use) of a K&J x MMSS crossover i have with @not-a-space-alien. in the RP we did, Lex was Kane's victim and the hunters handed him over to her instead of Jim. i'm writing an AU of that where things go pretty badly and he gets sent back. i've been working on this for like a year and it's almost done, but i get nervous writing other people's ocs lol i'm always worried i'll write them ooc...

Kane hissed, loud like a feral cat, a sound he hasn’t made since his early days with the hunters. Eyes wild with fear, he tried to exude STAY AWAY FROM ME with every fiber of his being. “Did you just hiss at me?” Ari asked, incredulous. It only made her stop for a moment before she reached for his hair, to drag him away, to drag him out into the sun- Kane had no options left. It was eternal torture, or anything at all he could put between it and himself. It dawned on him that he had absolutely nothing to lose. There was no worse fate he could be punished with. And he’d said he would do anything to avoid it, hadn’t he? He lunged forward, swiping at her neck with bound hands. Ari was quick, but she wasn’t quick enough. Kane missed her throat, but as she turned her head away, his nails clawed at the side of her neck, delicious blood spewing from it. If Kane had been thinking clearly, he would have taken the opportunity to find something to end his life with. But he wasn’t thinking clearly: the only thing occupying his mind was the enticing scent of blood. Ari shouted something, but he wasn’t listening, focused solely on trying to get at the food he needed more than anything. A hard kick to the chest sent him flying back into the wall, further splintering already-broken ribs from yesterday’s beating. He tried to get up again, but promptly collapsed: he had no energy left in his burnt, beaten, starved body for another attack. He’d barely had enough for one. He wheezed, trying to catch his breath around fractured bone.

extremely tiny bit from a Catharsis chapter i have planned, during Luan's captivity

Cyrus’s shoe pressed against the back of Luan’s head, grinding his face into the floor. “This is where you fucking belong. You and every other nobody who thinks they’re hot shit.”

this excerpt is for chapter 2 of Lost at Sea, a miniseries i started a long time ago and never finished.

It had been several days since the monster had taken Digory to her cave, and by some miracle, he was still alive. He was alone much of the time. Each day, she brought him fish- more than he could eat in a day- and a large shell filled with freshwater. Blessedly, he was out of the sun. His skin, though still angry and red, was beginning to heal a bit from more than a week of nonstop exposure. It was miles better than the boat. Digory had been sure he would die there. Of course, he was still in dire straits. His mangled legs weren’t getting better anytime soon, though by this point he’d gotten somewhat used to the throbbing pain of them. He was pretty sure that his feet turning purple was a bad sign, but at least he couldn’t feel them. That was probably worse. And of course, he wasn’t always alone. The mermaid was terrifyingly enormous. She liked to stare at him with unblinking eyes almost as big as he was, her claws as sharp and menacing as her teeth. She could kill him with no effort at all, if she wanted to. She probably would. Digory pretty much figured that was why he was being kept. After starving on that wrecked ship so long, there was little meat on his bones. Every bite of fish he took to sate his hunger was bringing him closer to his own death.

here's an excerpt from chapter 2 of my BG3 fanfic Astarion and the Cleric (remember that?) that if i'm being honest i probably won't ever finish

That gave Astarion pause. “A vow of celibacy.” “It means I don’t–” “Yes, I know what it is, darling.” Astarion’s hand retreated as he attempted to think quickly of a way to salvage the situation. Had a mark said that, he would have normally given up and gone for someone easier. But Gentle was not a mark. Gentle was a reliable source of food, and by some twist of fate the gods surely found hilarious, currently his best means of protection from Cazador. He was an irreplaceable resource, and things were too shaky as they currently stood what with their… moral differences. He had to make sure– “I’d still love to spend the night together.” Gentle spoke in a manner evoking his namesake, stepping ever-closer. “It would simply be less… lustful. Though I understand if you’d prefer to seek elsewhere for your night of passion instead. I overheard Lae’zel expressing similar wishes?” “Ha.” The githyanki was perhaps the one least likely in all the camp to allow him to indulge in her blood. This could work, however. “What exactly do you have in mind?” Gentle’s smile turned playful, his turn to be coy. “You’ll have to wait and see.” “Cheeky. Wait and see I will, then,” he settled on. As Gentle skipped off to enjoy the party, Astarion tried his best to push down the part of him that ended up relieved.

despite only ever posting 1 chapter of Astarion and the Cleric and not even getting to the whumpy part, i went off the rails and started writing an AU of it in which Gentle, the titular cleric, is also turned into a vampire spawn by Cazador.

here's an excerpt of Gentle sealed in a tomb long-term as punishment, something i do intend to post probably next month for augusnippets after i put it in past tense:

Gentle prays. He is unsure by what interval he prays, unable to track the passage of time, sealed in the tomb as he is. He prays whenever it feels right. Sometimes he prays for hours on end without ceasing, sometimes he goes what might be days without, like a child throwing a tantrum. But never longer than that. More often, he prays what might be once every hour or so while he lays awake. For there is nothing for him to do here but pray, and there is no one else to listen but Ilmater.

something else from the same Astarion and the Cleric AU, Gentle helping Astarion get acclimated after he's first turned (i had Gentle be the older spawn)

Gentle’s heart sank when he saw that Master had brought a new spawn along with him into the dormitory. He’d hoped he would be the last. He and Violet already took home plenty of innocents– as much as it tormented him, he could not disobey. But a new spawn? It was a fate worse than his unfortunate victims would get. A fate worse than death. The dormitory did have six beds, in addition to Violet’s seventh in the favoured spawn room. Gentle didn’t like to dwell on the implications. The new spawn looked to be an elf. Master seemed to have a preference for them, himself being the only non-elven member of the ‘family’. An obvious newborn, he was covered in fresh dirt and clearly trying very hard to keep himself from shaking with terror. Gentle could just barely make out wounds beneath the later of filth.

this next except is from an entirely separate BG3 fanfic called Answered Prayer. the premise is that Bhaal hears Astarion's desperate prayers during his phase of "trying" every god in hopes someone will help him. Bhaal sends The Dark Urge (my durge oc Perran) to slaughter Cazador and everyone else there. Perran then takes Astarion for himself and becomes his carewhumper.

Bhaal. Oh, how he’d prayed to the Lord of Murder. To have a sliver of opportunity, a stake steady in his hands. Or for some brave hero to come do the deed themself, vanquishing Cazador for him. For Astarion was a well-suited devotee, was he not? Had he not ended enough lives himself to earn his salvation? As he was made to fight the cultists at Cazador’s word, his master’s will overriding his own, he supposed the answer was yes, not that he’d live long enough to see it. He was weak with hunger, and the hooded figure he’d been ordered to distract overpowered him easily, pinning him to the palace floor despite his struggles. “Not that one,” their leader barked, jabbing a confident finger toward Astarion before running a dagger through Aurelia’s throat. His ‘sister’ gurgled, the terror fading from her eyes as she lost her life for the second time, joining the rest of his downed siblings. The Bhaalist sighed with the same satisfaction one might feel after a full meal, turning his attention toward Cazador. Despite his own dire straits, Astarion paused his efforts at wriggling away to watch. If it were possible, Cazador’s death would make a fine appetizer to his own– or whatever the Bhaalist had planned for him. He’d never thought he would see Cazador overpowered, but the Bhaalist was a force to be reckoned with. Deliciously, he had a front-row view to the slaughter. The Bhaalist made quick work of incapacitating him and slow work of killing him, dragging screams from his throat just as Cazador had done so many times to him. If only the victory were not tainted by knowing he was next. Just like that, Cazador laid dead and bloody on the ground. Astarion could feel it as soon as the gory mess the Bhaalist had made of him transformed from an undead swath of agony to a truly-dead mangled corpse: the thread tying him to his master snapped. He was free, all too late.

the following contains major spoilers for Kane & Jim canon. it's a bit for a future present arc scene i had to write early because it wouldn't leave my head.

Stab the little bitch and make it hurt. The thought pushed its way into Jim’s mind, much louder than his own quiet, dulled thoughts. So much more important. Anton was telling him to stab Kane. Jim walked over to the cupboard drawers and took out one of the silver forks. That should work. Just as Kane got the upper hand and tackled Anton to the floor, Jim plunged the fork into his back. His task completed, he stood idly by as Kane shrieked in pain, the sound and smell of burning flesh permeating the room. Something nagged at the back of his mind- like something was wrong? No, nothing was wrong. How could anything be wrong when he felt this peaceful?

that's all i've got! literally almost every WIP i have in my folders.

@whumpmasinjuly

#whumpmasinjuly2024 #wij24day25 #my writing

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eyes-of-rock · 1 month ago

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Two Dishwashers?

(Eric Singer X OC)

This fic was inspired by this post @sluttery-withoutshame posted. Hope you enjoy this! Imported note I don't really write reader inserts because I like the freedom of creating backstories and whatnot, so that's why it's an OC :)

I was relieved that we had pulled up to Eric’s house, which I found relatively modest. It’s a lovely house from the outside, in a nice neighbourhood, but it's not massive or fancy. It's just a regular house—the perfect size. From the outside, you'd never know the drummer of one of the biggest rock bands in history lives in it and thank god for that.

I’m not into flash and glitz. It's not my thing.

I'm not that kind of girl. I didn't grow up with money and still don't have much. So, being around that always freaks me out. I don’t know how to act. So, I'm beyond thankful Eric doesn't appear to live that lifestyle.

I was nervous about this date, to begin with. I never expected to be going on a date with Eric Singer. Of course, I've always admired KISS; they've always been my favourite band.

Yet, I'm not the type of girl to catch a rockstar's attention. So when my sister spotted Eric at the bar, they forced me to talk to him. She pushed me into him. I still feel wrong about that. What a way to meet someone. I didn't expect anything to come from it. After all, I'm awkward as hell.

It turns out he is, too. At least when it comes to women, something about that was oddly comforting. Plus, once he starts talking, he never stops. I find that super cute, personally. I could listen to him ramble all day.

The date has been lovely. Dinner was great, but the company was better. I loved hearing Eric's stories; sharing some of my own was nice. Of course, my life is way less exciting than his, yet he never made me feel that way when sharing.

I didn't want the night to end. So when Eric suggested we go to his house. I agreed. So here I am at Eric Singer’s house.

“Home Sweet Home,” Eric says as I follow him to his front door.

Eric unlocks the door. Then, he clicks on the light and holds the door open as I walk into his house.

I first notice the pile of opened mail sitting on what looks like a drum stool. It seems like he's using it instead of an actual shelf or side table at his entrance. The walls are all painted white. He plunks his keys on top of the pile of mail. Interesting.

There are two doors off the entrance, both leading to separate rooms. He first takes me to the doors to the left—their glass and double.

“This is the living room.” Eric tells me, “TV, couch, coffee table, all the typical living room stuff.”

That's true. He has a nice flat-screen TV, flair DC with massive speakers hanging above what looks like a 1970s brick fireplace—red brick with a wood mantle in that orangy wood they loved so much back then.

The ’70s was twenty years, give or take, before my time. I did grow up in a 70’s house, though, like I said, I didn't grow up with money. The mantle has a single, very dead-looking plant sitting on it.

The coffee table looks like I came with the house. It got that '70s flare as well. It is a rectangle with ornate legs attached to a rectangular bass. In the middle of the table is a place to store stuff, and it has those pulley nobs to open it.

On top of the coffee table are various magazines and papers, the remote for the TV, and a pair of drumsticks. The magazines have rings where people place cups on them. So they've sat there for quite some time, I'd guess.

The couch is just your typical brown leather loveseat. It's well-worn. He's probably owned it for years, which I respect.

One thing that strikes me about this room is nothing matches. No element has anything to do with the last except the colour brown. It's kind of refreshing. He's not living in one of those all-white homes celebrities seem always to have these days. I will say it could be cleaned, but that's okay. He is a single man, so he has no one to kick him in the ass.

I then follow him to the kitchen. The first thing that strikes me is that the kitchen looks a lot like the one in the house I grew up in. My home is more than 80’s style right now. The wooden cabinets are the same orange wood as the mantle.

The countertop looks like it must have been replaced at some point. However, the style is also outdated, and I'm betting it wasn't by Eric. Its speckle-looking stone is black and brown.

The walls are oddly painted grey. It looks like the previous owners were trying and failing to cover up the fact that the kitchen hadn't been remodelled since the house was most likely built.

On the window still, of the big window above the sink. There is a little collection of pill bottles, eye drops and what looks like glue. Of course, I can't get close enough to read the label.

Below that in the skin, he's an assortment of dishes. None of them match. They’re cleaned; he never put them away but left them in the sink.

Now, those two things are very everyday. I mean, we've left our pills out on a random surface and left clean dishes in the sink because we've been too lazy to put them away. So that's refreshing to see.

His kitchen is attractive because he has a massive speaker cabinet on the countertop beside the sink. It doesn't seem like a good spot for something like that.

Below the speaker is what looks like a vintage 1970’s dishwasher. Then, a sleek stainless steel dishwasher is on the other side of the sink. It takes me a second to process that. He had two dishwashers in his kitchen. I'm interested as to why.

It must be written on my face because Eric turns to me.

“It’s the two dishwashers, isn't it, Maxine.”

“Well, yeah-”

“This is the moment you make some excuse and leave,” Eric sighs, disappointed and hurt.

“What?” I say, taken aback. People have just skipped out on him over his kitchen. What the fuck? Who does that?

“No, of course not,” I reassure him. “You’re house is fine.”

“It doesn't bother you? That my house isn't perfect?” He sounds shocked as if no single woman has ever accepted that.

“It's a relief.” I admit, “I don't own fancy things, and it's nice to know that doesn't matter to you.”

“Unless it watches or drum-related, yes.” He laughs, “It doesn't bother you?”

“No.” I repeat, “It reminds me of the house I grew up in; it could be clean. That’s okay; I don't mind helping; I love cleaning and organizing.”

“You say that now, but wait until you see my office.” Eric laughs, “That usually sends the girl running.”

“I’m sure it's fine; it just could use some organization and decluttering,” I tell him. I haven't seen this office yet, but I can make an educated guess. It looks like he's never thrown out anything by the amount of clutter hanging around this house.

It's okay, though. It's not like it is unhelpable. It makes me sad to think so many girls have walked away from such a sweet, funny and sexy man over something so trivial. It just goes to show what they were after.

“I wouldn't expect you to clean it up.” Eric clarifies, “Sounds like an awful next date. ‘Yeah, he invented me to clean his hoarder's office.’ Nothing sexy about that.”

“I know, but I wouldn't mind.” I laugh, “I like spending time with you, doesn't matter what we’re doing.”

“I’m happy you hear it.” Eric smiles at me.

“But I'm a grown man, so I should be doing it myself, it's just well-”

“You hate organizing and cleaning?” I say, finishing his sentence for him.

“Yes.” He laughs, “I wonder what gave that away.”

I can't help but laugh a little at that. I’m still astonished that someone would give him up that easily. Well, their loss, my gain.

#the bitchs fics #Eric Singer fanfiction #kiss band fanfiction #eric singer x oc

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abilouwrites · 1 year ago

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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL

Mat Barzal x fem!oc

Series Masterlist

(TW: drinking)

Three

I don’t like going out often, going out is a once in a blue moon occasion. I’m scared; but also nervous. Nervous because what if— if he is the one who unravels my plans. Makes me want to fall in love again. I’m so focused on the what ifs as I stare at myself in the mirror, wondering if the baggy jeans look good with this white cropped tee.

Mat Barzal sent you a text !

I click my phone open and read through the message

Mat Barzal

Hey; I know I said I would pick you up and I’m so sorry that I can’t tn. My friends girlfriend said she was willing to bring you. She’s super nice I promise. I’ll meet up with you as soon as I can. Pinky swear ❤️

Emma Miller

No yeah that’s alr

What do I talk to her about tho…

Mat Barzal

She likes books!! She’s the one I got Romeo and Juliet for!

It was her bday!!

That and I needed a reason to talk to you

Emma Miller

K, does she have my info?

Mat Barzal

Yeah I can send it to her rn; are you cool wearing my jersey?

Emma Miller

I’ll wear it, as long as it’s clean?

Mat Barzal

Ofc it’s clean, I gtg but I can’t wait to see you.

I feel a little bad for leaving him on seen but I did get his message; I go back to curling my hair and doing my makeup. I feel a brush of butterflies in my stomach.

I need to shut that down ASAP, but I really want to enjoy this. Because I know how it’s going to end.

607-914-9290

Hey Emma, I’m mats teammates girlfriend; what’s ur address so I can come pick u up 😨😨 also my name is Kasra

Emma Miller changed 607-914-9290 name to Kasra

Emma Miller

Yeah! Ok

Emma Miller shared her address

Kasra Bahman

Ok ok!! Can’t wait to see you 😍

I like her, she seems nice. I apply a little more blush before putting in my gold hoops before doing a little spin in the mirror. Af1s and a white leather backpack to carry some essentials in. Tampons, gum, tiny mascara, brush, perfume. Pepper spray. Everything a girl could ever need.

My phone buzzes and I do one last check in the mirror before walking out of my apartment and smiling as I see a girl wave at me. Her dark hair set into waves, wide eyes and those perfect eyebrows.

“Hey hey” Kasra smiles, “it’s so nice to finally meet you. Don’t tell anyone but Mat talks about you quite a bit”

I laugh and buckle myself up as we start the drive to the arena, “don’t take this as rude— but why are you picking me up instead of Mat?”

“Oh, yeah.. sometimes at home games the islanders have the team like do media management and walk ins. He was bummed not being able to pick you up” She says, leaning back a bit, “Bo was bummed out too; because usually he picks me up but I don’t mind driving you!” She clarifies looking at my unease

“Ohh, he must be your boyfriend?” I inquire as I apply some lipgloss to my lips

“Yeah” She grins; blushing and tapping her left foot against the footwell, “hes so perfect for me”

I smile at her, “your last name is Bahman right?”

“Yeah”

“Are You— Persian?”

“Yes! I am, are you?”

“Yes!” I cheer out, “my moms name is Amira! My dads white though”

“Oh how amazing is that”

I catch up to Mat fairly quickly, “hey, here’s one of my jerseys, it’s clean. Don’t worry” he smiles at me then quickly wrapping me into a hug after I put his jersey on, “this is so embarrassing to admit out loud” he whispers into my ear

“What is?” I whisper back, wrapping my arms around his neck

“How glad I am that you’re here… and how good you look in my jersey” he is soft to admit it and I allow myself a moment to run my fingers through his hair.

“Mm, I like this too..” I reply as his hands hold my back into him.

“I’ll see you after”

I kiss his cheek and push a bit of his hair out of his face, “good luck.. be safe”

I feel so cheesy; how blushy I am. How much I want to keep my fingers in his hair and hold him forever. How well I fit into him. How my heart jumps a little every time he gets slammed into the shields.

Kasra rubs my knee, “it doesn’t get easier. If that’s what you’re thinking. But it lessens.. the anxiety” she informs, gently patting before she moves to holding my hand again

“I just— ah I don’t want him to get hurt” I confess, “this is all so new to me”

She smiles, “drink. Oh baby drink like a fish” she laughs a little and I watch as Mat almost zooms past. I’d like to thing he caught a glimpse of me and that’s why he tripped over his own skates. But I think his laces were undone.

I’m sipping my second beer when the game ends, isles winning 4 to 3. I would feel bad for the Devils as they’re my home team but.. I’m proud of mat.

I follow Kasra as she greets her boyfriend; wrapping him up in a swift kiss and looking him over for cuts and bruises, “hey” Mat speaks out from behind me, “how was the game? Did you have fun?” He asks as I turn around and smile at him

“Yes, yes it was fun. You got slammed hard are you like uh— ok?” I ask him as he puts a arm around my shoulders.

“Yeah; I’m fine. Can I still take you out to dinner?”

“Mmh” I hum, “I don’t really feeling like going out out if you wanted to order in or something?”

“Yeah, honestly me too. We could go to my house and watch a movie. Get pizza? I have wine” He offers

“I don’t say no to wine”

By late late into the night I’m laid on Mat’s couch fairly drunk and absolutely rounchousing half of a pizza. He’s drinking wine and we’re talking and drinking, “so you work an office job” he asks; almost astonished at my confession

“Yeah, managing market sales. It’s alright. Not anything I’m too passionate about” I admit, allowing myself a moment to lean into him, “you don’t eat the crust?” I ask. Giving him that same wide eyed look he gave me

“No. Of-course not”

“You’re insane” I gasp out taking the crust off the box and dipping it into ranch

“Ok what’s even more insane is that you eat pizza with ranch!”

I laugh; that hearty deep soul laughter that has you rolling and wheezing. It’s probably the two glasses of wine I’ve had and the shitty beer during the game but I’m laughing. Laugh so hard I can’t breathe.

Even Mat’s laughing. The kind of laugh that’s deep and makes you stare with those kind of heart eyes.

He leans in a little, his ears turned pink a little. Hand nervously getting closer to mine. I can smell the wine on his breath and my heart speeds up, “I really.. really want to kiss you”

A little nob lodges into my throat. And I’m finding myself pulling away, “I can’t date you” I whisper out his eyebrows quirk, “because you’re going to want to get married and I can’t get married”

“Why.. Are you already married?” He asks. Sitting back

“No. It’s such a long story. I’m scared to get married. And you seem like the guy who wants to get married”

He nods slowly, “I do. But I also really like you” he admits, “I’ve come into that bookstore like seventeen times hoping to see you”

“I-“ I put my heads in my hands

“Emma. I really want you to be my girlfriend. And if that’s something you don’t do then I guess that’s ok”

“I- but what if you want to get married” I ask him, looking up at him

“I don’t need to be married. I don’t even know if I want to get married” he admits, “but if I do. I’m mature enough to communicate that. And I don’t expect to change your mind or anything”

I lean back, “I’m scared I’m going to fall so in love with you and you’re going to break my heart. Shatter it right into bits”

“I’m already in love with you, I’ll try not to. I will” He says, “and you can be my girlfriend forever. You never have to be my wife unless that’s something you want”

“I..” I nervously pick at my fingers, “I can try— I’ve been told I’m not the best girlfriend”

“Can I Kiss You?”

“Yeah. Yes you can kiss me”

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berylcups · 7 months ago

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Okay okay this my last OC for part 5 I swear-! This is Dolce! She’s 22, 5ft on the dot. She is Singaporean Chinese and Japanese living in Napoli since she was 14. She had dead beat parents, her mother basically dropped her off on her father who’s a hitman himself for Dio. Who is he? Well let’s just say he’s super arrogant and has a goopy yellow stand that shapeshifts. 😬 He left her at a boarding school in Napoli when she was 14 and has never came back. Did he die? Or did he move on to a better life? She’ll never know and doesn’t want that closure because either answer would kill her inside. 💔

She’s mostly calm and rational. Shes willing to hear Ghiaccios rants out and give reasons to why certain things the way that they are and or just sympathize with his frustrations. She looks like a valley girl but looks are deceiving- she’s intelligent and knows exactly what to say to keep everyone happy. The only issue is her accent can be a bit thick. So sometimes she needs to repeat herself. She keeps a journal to remind herself how to properly pronounce Italian words and understand Italian slang words. She came to this country not knowing a single Italian word of other than “Ciao”.

She’s Ghiaccios significant other because she’s just so patient with him and she loves that he gives her his full attention- even if it’s just him yelling at her over a stupid idiom. She has a soft spot for nerds and men who’re aggressively dominant. 🥰

There is a bit of a twisted side to her. Sometimes she gets a little too excited when it’s time for her missions. She loves the thrill of the chase and the agony of the victims as they dissolve to death. She has a sickening cackle that’s very unladylike according to Prosciutto. But he’s not going to rain on her parade! Melone suspects this is her way of her getting her own frustrations out and stress out since she’s always the emotional support for the rest of the team.

She has her hobbies like everyone else. She loves to make her own clothing and dreams of being a fashion designer. But those dreams died the minute you joined a crime syndicate. She’s the one you come to if you need your clothes fixed- got holes? Blood stains? Rips and tears? Missing a button? She’s got you covered. 👍

She has a gruesome stand called Lollirot that’s a mech queen bee that shoots out acidic goopy ammo that sticks to people like gum and dissolves them like acid. (Gross) The ammo is affected by temperature so cold temps can make it harden and turn it to acidic shrapnel and it causing it cut up a poor soul and heat back up with body heat making it stick to them again. So she’s paired up with Ghiaccio and Melone majority of the time. It feeds off her blood sugar so she’s always having to consume some sort of sugar to keep her ammo handy or else…hypoglycemia 😬 that could be used against her but she’s gonna hide that secret like her life depends on it because it does!

Ah~ my heart is racing. Why do I always get nervous when I share OCs?! 😭 I hope you all love this little gremlin.

PS- I’m also gonna write a tiny Drabble about calamari interacting with the others to get an idea of how they get along with the others. 👀 it might take a while- I got like 9 men for them to interact with lmao

#jjba #la squadra #jjba part 5 #jjba x reader #la squadra x reader #la squadra esecuzioni #minors dni #jjba ghiaccio #my oc art #my ocs #jjba oc #jojo oc #jjba oc x canon #jojo oc x canon

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timeslugarts · 10 months ago

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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYONE!!

Here's a Vox x Vera(oc) super Valentine's Day special!

Also like I'm still super shy about sharing my writing, so i really hope you enjoy it.

It's a little risqué but nothing too bad.

Vox wrung out his hands nervously. He just had to get through his morning and an afternoon meeting, and then he'd be able to spend his evening with Vera. He peeked at the clock, only 9:30. Oh god, this was gonna be a long day.

It was going to be their first Valentine's day, really it was Vox's first Valentine's day he spent with someone he actually liked. Normally it would just be him and Valentino doing unmentionable things to each other while completely plastered out of their minds. This time it was different though, he loved her, he would never tell her, but he did, and he was gonna be damned if something fucked today up.

He pulled his phone out to send a quick text, he had the whole thing planned, time tables and everything.

Vox: you free later tonight?

20 minutes passed. His nerves were so taut. What if she said no? What if, and God forbid, she already had plans. They weren't mutually exclusive, but he had hoped… that maybe…

Vera: I'm all yours tonight baby, usual place?

Vox's fans kicked on. She had no idea what she did to him.

The day dragged by so slowly, hearing everyone bitch and moan and having to deal with all of their problems. Valentino threw some sort of 5 hour stream event to celebrate the holiday. Velvette releasing a Valentine's themed clothing line. They were booked solid, the Vees were icons here in Hell, everyone wanted to be them, to look like them, to fuck them. Sometimes it was a little much, but it was great for business, so Vox kept pushing on.

Any issue that arose he handled with relative ease and only mild complaining. He was too nervous to put his whole mind into it.

Finally the time was here, he put on a simple black suit, something a little fancier than his usual attire. Grabbed his gifts and headed to the door.

"Where do you think you're going papito?"

Shit. Val.

Val strutted over to Vox wearing something leather and skimpy, he had been drinking his breath reeked of alcohol.

"Just out to eat with a uh… date."

"You're not seeing that BITCH again are you?" Vox winced at the word, "Come on baby, you always spend Valentine's with me." Val purred, stroking a finger over Vox's antenna.

"Val- I really have to go." He was trying to be delicate, he knew Val was going to be mad regardless of what he said, but he'd just have to deal with that later.

Before Valentino could get another word in Vox zipped out of the building and towards the bar. What Vox didn't hear was Valentino screaming the whole way after him.

The bar Vox and Vera met at was small, kind of disgusting, but private and away from any watchful eyes and that's what Vox liked most. He had her all to himself.

When she arrived his system kicked into overdrive, she had a black velvet coat on and still it was enough to get him going. Why did he suddenly feel so sweaty?

"Heya kitten," she purred at the sight of him, "why the sudden invite?" She slowly sat on her side of the booth and ordered a glass of wine.

Vox felt his heart drop, she thought this was just another day. Of course she would, she wouldn't care about Valentine's day. He looked at the small bag of presents seated next to him and started to feel shy.

"Well I, uh, wanted to give this to you." He handed her the little gold gift bag, she gently took it, fingers brushing his hand and he shuddered at the contact.

Vera lifted the bag and peered inside, "Oh Vox, this is adorable thank you." She smiled softly at him looking up through her lashes.

"Y-yeah I thought you could use a little treat, ya know for working and… stuff." Vox could slap himself. Inside the bag amidst an assortment of chocolates lay a delicate gold chain with the letter V dangling from the end. Vera lifted the chain gently and clipped it around her throat, the V landing in between the valley of her breasts.

"I also wanted to ask if you would be my Valentine's… today… now… because it's today." He gulped, feeling very sweaty.

"Oh is that why you wanted to see me today?" The grin she gave him could make God himself nervous. "I guess if that's the case…" Vox felt a foot press against his thigh,he jumped at the contact, knee bumping into the table, his glass spilling everywhere.

A waiter appeared carrying a handful of napkins as if by magic. They swiftly started cleaning the situation, the bar may be sticky, but at least they tried.

"I'm so-frz sorry." Vox said looking at the mess, more concerned with it then he would normally be, but her eyes watching and the heat from her leg has him more flustered than normal.

Vera pressed her foot against the growing bulge in Vox's pants and he leapt to his feet in a panic. Vera chuckled darkly.

"CAN WEFzzz GET THE-TZ-TZ CHECK."

After paying Vox quickly grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her all the way back to her apartment. She walked in quietly, her flames scattering to light the candles around her flat washing the room in a warm glow.

"You're such a rude little thing." Vox growled, closing the door behind them, he turned to face her, "I'm going to make you pay for embarrassing-." Vox blacked out, systems shutting down, he rebooted himself quickly.

Vera was standing before him, she had dropped her rich velvet coat on to the ground, it pooled around her feet. She was wearing nothing but a red lace bodice and matching panties and now the gold V that hung around her throat.

She grinned up at him, nothing but mischief in her eyes.

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby."

#vera x vox #vox x oc #vox x reader #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #vox #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox

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ponyosmom35 · 6 days ago

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the challenge

Bittersweet chapter forty six

Steve Harrington x fem oc

Synopsis: steve is determined to prove to indie that he can make her finish.

warnings: SMUT, MDNI, flicking the bean, steve is cocky, inexperienced fmc

link to master list:

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share

Indie bids her coworkers goodbye and pushes open the bookstore doors. She's hit instantly with the blinding sun shining in her eyes and raises her arm to block the rays. She carefully steps down the stairs, moving towards the curb. She clutched her fresh stack of books against her chest.

Steve stood a few yards away, leaning on his car with his arms crossed as he watched her. It had only been 8 hours since he'd dropped her off this morning, but he'd missed her every second as he rented movies to his customers. His eyes raced down her body, admiring the way the sunshine glowed on her skin and making her long hair shine even brighter. Her simple form-fitted black shirt tucked into her blue levis made his mouth water. Her body was on perfect display, with her large breasts bouncing slightly as she walked down the steps, and her gorgeous thick thighs hugged perfectly by the denim. She was soul-stirringly beautiful. The type of beauty that struck his heart, making it hard to breathe.

"Excuse me miss, you've stolen something from me," Steve says walking over to her, moving his sunglasses to sit on top of his head.

Indie looks up at him, smiling as he blocks the sunlight from her eyes "Oh yeah, what's that?"

"My heart," he says slamming his palm against his chest as he holds it.

She can't help the giggle that erupts from her as he pretends to be in pain. "Okay, drama queen"

Steve smiles takes the books from her hold and wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close as they walk to his car. He opens the door for her and helps her step in before jogging over to his side and hopping in the driver's seat. He sets her books in the back seat and looks at her, starry-eyed.

"Hi," she says softly, her hand grasping his as she stares at him lovingly, a blush evident on her cheeks.

He turns to her fully and grips the back of her neck, grasping her jaw as he pulls her into a gentle kiss. Something he'd been thinking about all day at work. After a few moments, she pulls away and buckles her seat. Steve starts his car and places a hand on her leg as he begins to drive back to his place.

"How was your day?" he asks "Did Carol say anything about the overtime?"

"It was good, super chill today so I got to finish my book. And no Carol called out again" She rolls her eyes

"Wow I wouldn't be surprised if they let her go at this rate, what's that like the third time this month?"

Indie turns to him with a dazed look in her eyes. Never before had someone listened to her so thoroughly. He paid attention to her rambling, even the little things that would seem insignificant. It shocked her whenever he showed how much he listened, and genuinely seemed interested. After being alone for her entire life and having only one friend she wasn't used to being so cared for. It melted her heart.

"Baby?" he asks, snapping her out of her thoughts

"Hmm?"

"Did you hear what I said?" he asks "I was wondering if that was the third time this month Carol's called out"

"Yeah it was" she nods, biting her lip as she tries to hold back a smile.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks, looking at her with a grin on his face.

"You"

"Reallyyy?" he draws out "Do tell"

"It's nothing"

"No we're not doing that, you have to tell me"

"Don't worry about it, tell me about your day"

"I'll get it out of you" he smirks

"Yeah? How so?" she questions

"I can think of plenty of ways"

"Well can you also think about the pizza dinner we have with the kids tonight" she says changing the subject as she starts to get nervous.

Steve groans and runs his hands through his hair. "Fuck I forgot about that, can't we reschedule?"

"No, we promised we'd do it today since Dustin's family is going on vacation before school starts"

"I wanted you all to myself tonight"

"You can survive dinner," she says, stepping out of the car after he parked in his driveway.

"What time is it at?"

"6:30 so we'll have to pick the kids up at 6:15 to make it on time since we have to pick Robin up. They're all gonna meet at Wheelers, Nancy and Johnathon will take some and we'll take the rest"

"So that means we have time," he says as he unlocks the door to his house, holding her hand and he pulls her inside.

"Time for what?"

Steve doesn't respond and closes the door, before pushing Indie against it, trapping her in between his arms as he stares down at her. She looks up at him with wide eyes as he places a hand on her cheek. He kisses her passionately, pinning his body against her. She can't help the moan that escapes at the feeling of him.

As he crawls over to her he lays on his side. She reaches for him and kisses him softly, trying to work past her insecurities. Never having been touched this way before. As if he could read her mind, he trials his hand over her face whispering against her lips "You're so beautiful"

"So are you," she says, holding onto his hair.

"I wanna show you how beautiful you are," he says "Can I do that baby? Can I make you feel good?"

She nods shyly and he chuckles "I need your words"

"Y-yes" she stutters slightly

"Good girl" he praises, sending heat straight to her core.

Steve's hand travels down her body and rests on her thigh, she clenches as her body shakes with nerves. "I've got you, baby"

"I trust you," she says "I've just never..."

"Don't worry, this is all about you today, I'll take good care of you"

"Wait," she says sitting up

Steve shoots up beside her and places an arm on her leg staring at her in concern "What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong, I want to do this, it's just - I should tell you that I can't - I'm not able to.." she trails off, refusing to meet his brown eyes.

"What?" he asks gently

"I can't - finish," she says in embarrassment "so it will just be a waste of time, but I want to help you -"

"Stop stop stop," he says holding a hand up "What do you mean you can't finish?"

"I can't, it's never happened, I guess there's just something wrong with my body" she shrugs

"Challenge accepted"

"What?" she asks

"You said it's never happened and I'm telling you that It's not a problem for me, I'll make it happen"

"You're confident"

"Of course I am, I know what I'm doing," Steve says smugly

"I won't get upset when it doesn't happen," she says

"Do you trust me?" he asks

He watches her carefully, waiting for yet another sign of consent. Never wanting to push her into something that she wasn't comfortable with. She looks up at him, her body trembling slightly, and nods. They stare at each other for a moment before he leans forward and captures her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He presses himself closer, his body almost completely against hers as he kisses her deeply. his hands move to tangle in her hair, keeping her head tilted up to allow him to kiss her as much as he pleases. he pulls away from her abruptly, breathing heavily as he looks down at her. there's a lustful look in his eyes as he looks at her. he doesn't say a word as he leans forward and kisses her again hard. he feels a bit of satisfaction as he hears a small gasp escape from her as his hands move to her hips, gently yet firmly pinning her against the bed, as if she had any plan of leaving anytime soon.

He moves to kiss her again, but this time he trails his lips to her neck, kissing against her pulse. He can feel how fast her heart is beating and he smiles against her skin, knowing he was the one who made her heart race like this. his tongue occasionally flicks out against her skin in between kissing, wanting to feel as much as possible. he sucks on her neck gently enough to not leave a mark, but hard enough to send a shiver of pleasure through her. he continues to kiss and suck on her neck, enjoying the way her breathing grew heavier and the little gasps that occasionally escaped from her. he lets his hands wander from her hips to under her shirt, the skin on skin contact making everything feel more intimate. he gently brushes his fingertips against her stomach. he can feel her shiver under his touch as he brushes against the skin of her stomach, his fingers gliding over the bare skin gently. His lips on her neck were getting more and more intense, he couldn't get enough of her. He suddenly bites her neck gently, just hard enough for it to not leave a mark but hard enough to give a small burst of pleasure.

he pauses for a moment, pulling back to look at her. he can see how flustered she is, and he can tell it is taking her all of her self-control to not let out any more noises from what he is doing to her. he looks at her and speaks, his voice thick with desire

"Let me hear you, sweetheart. I wanna hear you" he's taken aback by how easily flustered she is. he lets a small smirk appear on his mouth as he looks down at her, admiring her flushed face

"What? you gonna be a good girl for me and let me hear the pretty noises you're trying to hold back?"

he could see how flustered and nervous she was, it made his smirk grow. he brings his face closer to her neck again

"Come on, sweetheart, don't you think you should be a good girl and listen to me for a change?"

he nips at her neck, biting gently before once more sucking and kissing the sensitive skin. Just then Steve heard the hottest sound he'd ever experienced as Indie moaned in his air. All of the breath escapes his lungs and he feels himself growing uncomfortably hard. He needed to draw more of these sounds from her.

"That's it, such a good girl"

he keeps his lips on her neck, now leaving open-mouthed kisses against her skin. his hands are still on her stomach under her shirt, just barely touching the bare skin, teasing her. He can tell she's enjoying every second of this, it's obvious just by how she's reacting to what he's doing to her. he smiles against her skin, a burst of satisfaction rolling over him

"You have no idea how good it feels to have you like this. all flustered and mine"

he moves his hands from her stomach and over her hips, his fingers sliding along the skin as he pulls her closer to him

his lips have gone back to her neck, kissing along the skin with a slight intensity. his hands have gone back to being on her stomach, his fingers gently tracing along her sides

"you have no idea how hard it's been to keep my hands off you"

"so pretty and all mine" he mutters against her neck, his fingertips slowly tracing up her sides

"you have such a perfect body sweetheart"

"It's all for you" she whispers, surprising them both

he's taken by surprise when she says that, and his eyes widen at her words. The declaration makes a wave of desire go through his body, to know that she wanted to be his just as badly as he did. he pulls away from her neck to look at her, his gaze taking in every inch of her face

"say that again," he says gently

"It all for you, always has been"

He feels like every ounce of his heart is melting as she says that. the words just make his mind spin and fill with thoughts of her, he can't get enough. he's not sure how much longer he can keep their make-out session to just this, his thoughts have already started to race with more intense ideas. he pulls back from her neck and looks down at her, taking in her flushed face and slightly messy hair. She looked so beautiful at that moment. it's taking all of his self-control to not keep going even more intensely, but he pauses for a moment, still holding her hips firmly against the bed

"god, the things I wanna do to you"

"I want you to do them all"

he moves his hands from her hips to her stomach again, gently sliding against her bare skin under her shirt.

"We have time, we have all the time in the world. But now I have a challenge to win" he smirks as he moves his lips to her neck, his mouth pressing kisses against the sensitive skin, as his hands continue to gently glide over her stomach

"Trust me, sweetheart, I'll get you to feel good in more ways than you could imagine"

She grips his hair gently as he keeps his lips on her neck, his hands occasionally brushing over the underside of her bra, barely touching her skin.

"god, I love having you all to myself" he whispers

"Steve" she whines, her body feeling so hot that she couldn't take it anymore, she needed more.

he grinds against her neck, his hands trailing over the sensitive skin as her whining egged him on

"you're so sensitive, sweetheart. you get flustered and needy so fast"

the pleading in her voice makes his mind reel at the thought of all the ways he could make her whine and beg

"Beg for it" he mutters against her neck

"Steve please I need... more"

he grins at her begging, loving the sound of her pleading with him

"more of what sweetheart, you have to be more specific" he whispers, his hands trailing up her stomach ever so slowly

"I don't know" she admits, horribly in the dark about sexual acts.

he can feel how flustered she is underneath him, and it's making his desire for her grow even more intense. he leans down to her ear, his breath hot against her skin as he whispers

"God, you're so innocent, aren't you sweetheart?"

She grabs his hair, unable to find any words. he's surprised by the unexpected action and it makes a small gasp escape from him, but it only spurs him on, he's so desperate for her now

"oh you want to pull on my hair now, huh?" he murmurs against her ear

He gently reaches his hand to the button of her jeans and unclasps it. She gulps, her shaking hands gripping his bicep. He sits up slightly and pulls the denim off of her slowly. Admiring the supple skin. He can't hold back from touching her skin, it's like he's addicted to feeling her under his touch. his hands kept rubbing up and down her bare thighs, occasionally squeezing gently, each time he touched her she was so soft and warm and he couldn't get enough. he suddenly moved down, settling between her legs, one hand holding himself up while the other trailing along her side, gently moving over her skin.

"god, you're so goddamn beautiful"

Steve stares at her underwear, it is simple and black. He reaches out and presses his fingers over her, feeling how soaked her panties were before he'd even properly touched her. He smirks at her sharp gasp and moves slowly up to her clit. He rubs small tight circles against her and she grips his forearm as her body tenses up.

"Does that feel good?" he asks

Unable to speak at the intensity of it all she nods. He watches her carefully as he increases his speed and pressure against her. She moans, unable to hold it back and her body tenses up, her pussy clenching.

"You're so fucking hot like this" he praises "doing so good for me"

"Steve" she whimpers

He pulls his hand back, watching as her body relaxes and her glazed eyes look up at him in confusion. He positions himself to lay on his side next to her, wanting to watch her as she comes undone with just his fingers. Before she could say anything he moved his hand up to her mound, slipping his hand into her underwear. She gasps as he pushes his finger back onto her clit, rubbing it at a faster speed. She sharply inhales and grips his arm, strangled moans escaping her as her hips involuntarily buck up.

"That's it, baby, take it" he whispers in her ear.

Her entire body was hot as she clenched around nothing over and over. Her stomach was tight and she struggled to catch her breath as it felt as though she was going to burst.

"Come for me baby," he says

"Steve-" she cries out as that coil inside of her snaps.

Indie gasps as pleasure shoots through her body, and her vision turns white. Her body falls limp on the bed and Steve stops his movements. He pulls his hand out of her underwear, covered in her slick. It took everything in him not to stick his fingers in his mouth to see how she tasted, something he'd been dreaming of for months. He knew that it was too soon, he didn't want to scare her. As her eyes flutter open, she finds Steve staring down at her with a proud smile plastered on his lips.

"How do you feel?" he asks

"That was - I didn't think I could.." she rambles, her head spinning slightly

Steve chuckles and uses his clean hand to pull her lips to his, kissing her lovingly. "I knew you could, just needed a bit of help"

"Thank you" she whispers

"Don't thank me Indie, I've been dreaming of touching you for months" he admits

"What about you though?" she asks, looking down at his obvious erection.

"Don't worry about me, I'll be okay" he promises "Your pleasure is enough for me"

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