#that liked surrounding themselves around him for intimidation status and protection

[sweetestflow3rs]

i’ve like done lil tidbits about kyle ( vani’s mom ) but i don’t think i’ve ever really gone into tidbit talkin’ about jamie ( vani’s dad ) except for the fact that he killed kyle & is currently in prison ( & that porn comic i did of him & bailey that has his old adult design ). which. my bad guys.

like unlike kyle who was able to endear herself to a lot of the people she met, jamie was… not that. man made enemies on first introductions, it’s surprising he had friends. like to best describe jamie, imagine whitney, but instead of whitney having the small grace of secretly being a fucking dweeb with a slight moral conscious that they know they are doing fucked up things, jamie is aware of his fucked up shenanigans and he has no remorse for it LMAO

he harasses, degrades and beats the shit out of people for shits & giggles, it’s why he had such a thriving career as an underground fighter before he got arrested. like a moral consciousness that is constantly beat out by his own selfish need for dopamine and adrenaline. the only thing that holds him back is bailey ( & used to be kyle ) cause he knew that he’d be chewed out by them after, which is worse to him than having to deal with past orphanage director’s weird punishments. just… the definition a wild fight dog kept on a leash

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Villain: Captain Barrgo Dyer, head of the Civil Guard 

“The Masters o’ this city have left the task of keepin the peace, an’ I’ll more n happily break yer yapping jaw rather than let any of your caterwauling trouble their ears. Am I understood, gutterskum?“

Setup:  Despite presenting themselves as defenders of law and order, Captain Dyer and his ��Civs” are perhaps one of the largest criminal organizations at work in the city today, squeezing the populace for coin with one hand while cracking skulls with the other. 

Originally intended to be a stop-gap measure after a series of disastrous grain shortages led to riots and fires across the city’s wards, the civil guards were made a permanent fixture of city infrastructure almost twenty years ago, replacing the patchwork of neighborhood watch organizations and mutual protection pacts that dealt with crime and disruption since. Where as those groups had been loyal to their communities, the Civs were loyal only to the nobles and guilds who paid into their charter, and had no qualms about enforcing peace at spearpoint. 

Taking eagerly to being a blunt instrument for uncaring overlords, Barrgo ascended up the ranks and secured his place as Captain of the Guard, and has since used his position and the resources granted to him by it to turn the city into one large protection racket.  Every law enforcement agency takes bribes to look the other way on occasion, but Barrgo’s ambitions were larger: squeezing neighborhoods and individual merchants for “donations” while feeding information to his criminal contacts about who was and wasn’t under his force’s protection. He also changed the entire ecosystem of crime within the city, allowing specific illegal enterprises to pay for his lenience, while at the same time sending him after their competitors. Years of this “bidding war” have seen Barrgo become a rich man, and an unofficial kingpin of the city’s underworld, with all but the most minor crime or graft requiring his approval. 

Adventure Hooks: 

The Status Quo suits the Captain just fine, and he vigorously opposes any force or actor that would seek to disrupt it, even if they might have the city’s best interests at heart. Should the party go about warning the populace of a looming threat or even trying to solve a crime on their own, it’s very likely they’ll be getting a visit from a number of armored thugs intending to intimidate them into silence.  This “intimidation” can escalate to full on beatings and abduction if the party crosses one of the nobles or guilds who pays into Barrgo’s charter, making him a great secondary villain alongside aristocratic antagonists to good to do their own dirtywork

While each Civil garrison has its own lockup, real troublemakers get tossed in the Shitpit: the Guard’s clandestine prison operated without the city’s oversight, and converted from an old Cistern. The party is likely to find one or all of their number in the Pit should they offend Barrgo personally, or if they happen to need the services or knowledge of someone who did. 

Defeating Barrgo is easier said than done, as exposing his criminal enterprise or outright killing the man doesn’t stop the system of thuggery and corruption he’s built up around him. If the party truly wishes to abolish the Civil guard, and prevent the rise of a new Captian Dyer, they’ll need to rally the populace and petition the city’s rulers, replacing the Guard with a a system with more oversight and accountability built direclty into it. 

Further Adventures: 

Converted from a disused cistern and surrounding tunnels, the Pit has only one entrance or exit, a hole in the central ceiling that requires prisoners and supplies to be hoisted in and out.  Criminals and vagrants are left to fight over whatever hiding space they can find and whatever supplies they can snatch away from the others. When the Civs want something from their prisoners ( such as a specific individual to come back up) they simply withhold food for a couple days, and have no qualms about letting the whole group starve to death in order to “clear out” a troublesome back of captives.  Repeated starveouts have given rise to a nest of ghouls that dwell within the darkest corner of the shitpit, preying on weak or unwary prisoners. 

The oldest prisoners of the pit tell tales of a darkened doorway that appears where you least expect it, and those fool individuals who have walked through it and never returned. Is this a miraculous escape? or a portal to an even worse prison in the underdark or shadowfell? 

One of Captain Dyer’s greatest frustrations was a thief by the name of Lyle Latch, who stole a fortune in jewls and gold over the years before falling into the Captain’s custody. Even under torture, Latch wouldn’t reveal where he’d hidden his treasures, so the Captain threw him into the Shitpit in order to see if darkness would loosen his tongue. After three months, Lyle was hauled out, delirious and dying from infection, and was yet again questioned by the Captain.  Lyle laughed , saying “ I left you a map, why don’t you jump down and find it out for yourself?” before spitting in Barrgo’s face and dying on the spot. Ever since, the Captain has been obsessed with the map, offering any prisoner who brings it to him a chance to walk free, no matter their crime. 

[un2-verse]

BILLY — Kim Taehyung (1)

》 News of a Sadistic Serial Killer nicknamed “Jigsaw” is spreading around town like wildfire… the nickname stemming from the puzzle piece he cuts from every victim’s body. No one knows who he’ll trap next but in a town full of delinquents and criminals, it could never be you. Right? 《

pairings: john kramer!taehyung x female reader

warnings: dark themes, angst, yandere, murder, torture, self harm, suicide, stalking etc.... (will add more when i know lol) although it is rather innocent in the first couple chapters(?) so idk it could be slow burn but i guess we’ll find out as i write it >< ,, it’s my version of saw if saw was a fucked up love story lol. Please don’t read if any of the topics mentioned trigger you!! 18+

this fic is exactly that, fiction!!!! the au does not represent the characters mentioned irl......

synopsis: you end up lost on the other side of town, where you cross paths with a handsome stranger, kim taehyung, only.... are you a stranger to him?

[a/n: daffodils represent; love me, sympathy, desire and affection returned...]

word count: 3k

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part two

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Hiding behind a mask was something you were accustomed to. Your friend group and family were clueless to the torment you endured from simply existing. You were confident your masking had convinced the world you were happy with yourself. Unbeknown to you, one other person saw straight through your façade.

You wanted to end your life.

He needed you to cherish your life.

Nothing looked familiar. The café you frequented was nowhere to be found. Your usual hangout was most definitely not on the side of town you found yourself in. You felt anxiety slowly curl its way around your body, you were frigid. You tried and tried but couldn’t find it in yourself to run.

You lived in the more friendly part of town (so to speak) – where houses were colourful, gardens pristine, warm-hearted neighbours who would treat you like family and white picket fences are what surrounded you. That was your norm, sure, you weren’t exactly loaded but you weren’t exactly poor either. It was a healthy balance in the middle. That’s not to say you hadn’t lived or seen this side of town before.

Your Mother and Father had grown up on this side of the fence. Two young people brought up in the rougher, more unfortunate areas. Your Mother was tough; she looked like a naïve, weak girl, albeit that was not the case. She was strong willed, used to life on the streets and doing anything she could to get money to make sure there was at least some food on the table. While your Mum was the leader, your Dad was more of a sheep. He was easily influenced and was dragged into the wrong crowd (had his fair share with drugs and street racing). That was their life for a few years till they crossed paths and your Mum helped your Dad get back on the right track.

They didn’t tell you much about their childhood and adolescence but they told you enough to make you appreciate what you have and to always work hard for it. To stick with the right people, be wise and conscious of your decisions. Be kind to those around you.

Your family owned a garage; your Dad was the head mechanic. This was the sole reason you were here. You knew it wouldn’t be simple when you agreed to go to this side of town to get a few bits for your Father’s shop. However, you didn’t expect it to be this difficult. How could you be so stupid? Why didn’t you just ask Hoseok and Yoongi to come with you like your father told you to? Or at least tell them where you were… yet you decided today of all days to be stubborn and venture on yourself, knowing full well how unsafe the area was. There were rundown businesses on either side of the road, beggars at every doorstep; drug dealings happening in broad daylight, no one even trying to hide it.

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket, you took it out and sighed a breath of relief once you’d read the texts.

14:37— From Papa: U ok munchkin ??? Did u get the stuff ?

14:39— From Papa: its ok if u didnt. Yoongs rang said hes got majority this morning lol so be safe n get home soon . Love u

14:40— To Papa: ohhh ok pops, i couldn’t find the shop anyway lol i’ll head back soon, love u too x

*LOW BATTERY*

“Fuck, trust me to forget to charge the bastard.” You rolled your eyes as you stuffed the phone back in your pocket.

Muffled shouting was heard around you. People ran across the street, bumping into you as they ran past. You gathered yourself and moved further down the path. “Great!” you exasperated, “honestly I’m so fucking stupid! Yoongi’s gonna kill me for this, I knew, I knew I should’ve told him I was coming over here but no,” your head was hung low as you dragged your feet across the pavement, “maybe I could tell Hobi, he wouldn’t be as angry right? I’m sure he’ll come,“ A sudden scream ripped you out of your chuntering. You whipped your head to the right, you could make out some figures bustling about in front of you, a group of men were quite clearly fighting… your anxiety struck you and you held your breath as you saw a man pull a knife from the waistband of his sweatpants. All thoughts and common sense seemed to leave all at once. Statue like, feet stuck to the ground. You watched on as the group rushed towards the brown haired man, you scanned his figure: tall, broad, confident… he exuded an intimidating aura even when you were this far away from him.

How could someone be so sure of themselves? It was one against five, surely the loner had no chance?

The glistening of the knife brought you back to your senses. Fucking hell. How do you always end up in these situations when you’re alone? Why me? Why? Good Lord, I need to run. Just as you were about to leave, the group who were arguing charged past you; one gripped his side as another supported his weight. Holy fuck, did he stab him? you stood frozen, yet again, your mind raced a mile a minute. Panic bubbled in your chest.

“You okay there Doll?” His voice was deep, velvet-like. It flowed so smoothly you doubted it was real, it was so soothing like it had wrapped itself around you, embracing your body. You heard his footsteps before he planted himself beside you. His shoulder reached the top of your head, his hand brushed yours. Swallowing your nerves you dared a glance up. He was fucking breath-taking, like a fallen angel. The stranger shot you a small smile that you would’ve easily missed had you not been staring at his features… a blush crept up your neck as you nodded. His smile slowly twisted into a smirk.

Cute, Taehyung thought to himself. Couldn’t help but adore the way you slightly trembled under his gaze, the way your hands gripped and twisted your sweater paws. Almost like a puppy. He cleared his throat and reached his hand to yours, “Sorry, I should’ve introduced myself. I’m Taehyung.” you took his hand into yours, apprehensively you greeted him, “I’m Y/N.”

“Ah, Y/N. I haven’t seen you round here before, you new or something?” Taehyung cocked his head to the side, his eyes seemed to stare right through you.

“Uhm, I don’t live here. I live over the other part of Town… I was just grabbing some stuff for my Dad but, my phones about to die. I have no idea where I am or how to get home, I’m sorry, I promise I didn’t see anything!” a deep chuckle cut you off, Taehyung smiled and beckoned you to follow him.

“Come on Y/N, you’re not suited for this side of Town, I’ll walk you back. A pretty little thing like you, you’re easy prey to these guys.” your feet fell into a cautious pace behind him, he glanced over his shoulder, “hurry up Buttercup, I don’t bite.” Taehyung flashed a boxy grin in your direction, which caused you to speed up ever so slightly.

You were unsure how you felt about letting a complete stranger walk you home, Yoongi would definitely kill you for this. Especially with the recent news of some serial killer named ‘Jigsaw’, Yoongi and Hoseok had been very stern and their usual, overprotective selves when the news had broken out. “It’s on every headline Y/Nie! No more leaving the house on yourself, you need to go anywhere you ring either of us. Got it? Don’t talk to anyone you don’t know either. There’s some dodgy fucks about recently.” Although, you loved them dearly, sometimes their protectiveness was a...little overbearing. You already felt suffocated from your parents (you didn’t need it from your best friends as well). They were happy and believed you to be too; but that was exhausting, faking happiness. You had a constant façade, acted like a happy normal teenager with a happy family; when that was far from the truth.

Drowning. That’s how you’d explain the way you felt. Breathing was difficult and brought you more pain than it was worth. Growing up was tedious, you had grown differently to your peers which only brought ridicule and embarrassment for you. You had struggled with your speech (sometimes you still do), you often stuttered, mispronounced words, the list was endless. That was one of the first reasons you were a castaway. As you grew, the ridicule worsened. Verbal abuse turned physical from your classmates. They made you feel like you were a waste of space. The names they called you, you soon started to believe them. Ugly. Weird. Freak. Stupid. They took root in your brain, slowly they grew and grew till your head was overgrown with twisted, rotten weeds.

Eventually, you sought comfort in blood. You didn’t care that it hurt you; you were almost happy to feel pain. Like you deserved to.

By age 14, you had started to skip school. Only ever there for exams and a couple of art classes you had with Jeongguk. He was what you would’ve called a best friend, he supported you and was by your side till you left school. He went away to college and like always with school friends, you drifted apart. Nevertheless, he still texts you now and then to check in.

Although you were (once) close with Jeongguk. He never knew of your inner demons, the same with Yoongi and Hoseok. You didn’t want to feel like a burden and worry your friends when they had shit to worry about themselves.

Why devastate flowers that flourish beautifully with weeds that manage to twist their way around every crack?

You had walked for a few minutes now, having chatted absentmindedly about anything and everything. The roads still didn’t look familiar to you and you just wished they did, you didn’t want to be away from your home any longer, your feet were starting to ache, your phone was on 10% battery and it was fucking cold. You just wanted to be back in bed tucked up watching Lady and the Tramp or 101 Dalmatians for the millionth time. You felt safe and content when you indulged in your comfort films. Far away from the real world and wrapped up in the false reality. They easily distracted you and that's when you truly felt at peace. Your mind was always too busy thinking about how cute it was when Tramp calls Lady, Pidge or how in love Pongo and Perdy were.

Majority of the time you fantasised about having a love similar, but then again, why would you wanna make yourself vulnerable like that? Is the risk of being hurt (more than you are now) any good? Of course it’s not. Fuck that, life isn’t nothing like those shitty romance films or novels… It’s real and painful.

As you and Taehyung rounded the corner, a little cafe caught your eye, a dainty blue and pink building. Fairy Lights strung up around the windows, you could see a handful of people inside, busy sipping their drinks and chatting away to one another. ‘Aroma Mocha’ hung above the doors. It looked so cute and simple. Your previous thoughts left your mind as quick as they had come. You wanted to go inside, it had an enticing atmosphere.

Taehyung hadn’t realised you’d stopped walking until he couldn’t hear the soft thud of your footsteps behind him, he turned as he called out to you, your eyes still fixed on the cafe. He chuckled to himself, “Fucking adorable, like a kid at christmas,” he walked back over to you. “Hey Doll, you wanna go in?” He felt his heart quicken when you looked at him with those pretty eyes, “We’ve plenty of time to get you back before it’s dark angel.” You answered him with a nod as you turned your head from Taehyung to look back at the alluring little cafe.

Not a second had passed before Taehyung grabbed your hand and pulled you across the road to the entrance; you ignored the warmth of his hand as it intertwined with yours; you ignored the way your tummy erupted with butterflies. Taehyung had stopped to hold the door for you, you murmured a small, “thank you,” looking up at him, the heat that crept up your cheeks making your face resemble that of a doll’s he thought to himself. Once he ushered you fully inside, he placed his hand to rest on the curve of your waist as he guided you to the back corner of the room, where a quaint table for two was unoccupied, a little pot of Daffodils sat atop. How fitting...

Taehyung was quick to pull the chair out for you to take a seat, you pulled it in as you sat down and sent a shy smile his way, “I’m sorry, I know we just met Taehyung but this place is so fucking precious! I hope I’m not bothering you, if I am we can just carry on walking or, I could ring a Taxi? Is this weird? Oh god, I can’t believe--”, Taehyung threw his head back as he laughed, a sound that seemed to wrap its way around your soul, twisting around your heart in the nicest of ways, it was almost like a killer to the weeds taking over your body. A temporary release. You felt like you could really breathe in those short seconds of his laughter.

“Angel, if you were bothering me, I’d have kept on walking. That, or I would’ve called you a Taxi myself, it’s no problem honestly.” You ducked your head as he sent a wink your way, fuck sake Y/N get it together! Why are you acting like a fucking schoolgirl?

“Well I uh, appreciate it so, yeah thank you?” You don’t know what to do, you’re here with the most gorgeous person you’ve ever laid your eyes on… yet you have no clue if what you saw was real, did Taehyung stab someone? Could someone have had the knife who wasn’t Taehyung? Was he even the person you saw in that altercation? Did you imagine everything that had gone off?

Before you had chance to overthink it, a light bubbly voice greeted your ears, “Hi! Welcome to Aroma Mocha, I’m Jimin and I’ll be your server today. Is there anything I can get you?” Jimin held his gaze on you as he flashed you a friendly smile, Taehyung turned around at the sound of his best friend, “Oh, Tae! I wasn’t expecting to see you today, what are you doing here? And who’s this pretty little lady?”

“This is Y/Nie, she was in the neighbourhood so we thought we’d nip in for something to drink before I take her back to hers.” you sent a warm smile to Jimin which he gladly returned, “I’ll have my usual and can you get Y/Nie a Strawberry Iced Tea? Thanks man.”

Once Jimin had disappeared to make your drinks, you shot your eyes to Taehyung, “Uhm, how’d you know I like Strawberry Iced Tea?” Taehyung didn’t even look in your direction as he scrolled through his phone, eyes glued to the screen. A minute passed by and he’d still not acknowledged your question so you let it slide, it wasn’t that big of a deal right? Your mind drifted. Your fingers rested atop of your lap, hidden from the sight of onlookers, picking around your nails as anxiety flooded your body. You felt like you were about to suffocate. You shouldn’t be talking to anyone, you shouldn’t let anyone close. You were only going to fuck everything up in a heartbeat. It’s only natural. Self deprecating thoughts devoured and made their way through your veins, poisoning yourself further; your whole body felt as though it was alight.

Jimin brought you your drinks, placed them carefully in front of the pair of you as you both said your thanks.

The click of Taehyung’s phone being locked and the clearing of his throat brought you back to your senses. “The drink I ordered for you is popular here so, I assumed you’d like to try it. You wanna talk about what’s bothering you?” your eyes shot up to meet his, your head tilted a little to the left as your tongue wet your lip, so puppy like...

You stared incredulously, “I don’t know what you’re talking about Taehyung.” You leant forward slightly as you wrapped your lips around the straw and took a sip.

Taehyung saw the way you sucked your drink up through your straw, his eyes darkened. Thankful to have worn sweatpants that day, he shifted himself discreetly, “I’m not stupid Angel, I know what you’re doing under the table. I’m here, so talk to me. I’ll listen to whatever you gotta say.”

You stuttered as you wracked your brain for something to say, “I-I only met you like forty minutes ago, I don’t even tell my friends what’s wrong. Not that there is, everything’s fine.”

You met me just short of an hour ago, he thought to himself, “You don’t have to lie to me Y/Nie…” he grabbed your hands that were laid near the cup of your Iced Tea. His thumb rubbing circles onto the back of your hand. You looked small and fragile, like the Daffodils on the table; one little pluck and you’d be ruined. He wouldn’t admit it to you just yet but, Taehyung fucking loved how delicate you seemed as you sat across from him.

How easy it would be to take your life away. How easy it’d be to pull those weeds up that are poisoning you, torturing you every single day. He shook his head, as he cleared those thoughts. No, only Y/N can make that decision. I’m just going to help her choose.

Live or Die.

You visibly winced, “You don’t know me. Think whatever the fuck you want about me, it doesn’t matter.” your eyes flashed hurt as you went back to picking your skin. You knew it, this whole encounter was too good to be true. A complete stranger (well acquaintance technically) had just presumed shit about you, the fact he was right is what hurt more. You didn’t want anyone to know how you were feeling. Or how you were dealing with it.

You couldn’t exactly tell him to piss off, you still needed his help home and so you tried to distract yourself from the unsettling gaze that watched your every move. You let out a breath as Taehyung went back to his phone. Your eyes drifted as you picked up the local Newspaper, your eyes skimmed over the headline, ‘Jigsaw Traps Continue’. Taehyung noticed you staring at the front page, and chuckled, “you scared of Jigsaw Angel?”

You shook your head, why would you be scared of some nutjob who’s targeted criminals and drug dealers? You’re a nobody. “Of some psychopathic puppet?” if anyone did anything to you that would threaten your life, it would be you. Taehyung just laughed in return as you skipped the article and skim-read the other pointless stories.

You were fucking clueless as to who he was while he knew every little thing about you. He had watched you for months… His precious little Y/Nie… Oh how silly you were, taking your life for granted.

You hated yourself that much, you were willingly marking yourself up. Tainting your skin… oh your skin, how fucking beautiful and soft it looked, even with all the scars it still looked perfect… Taehyung wanted nothing more than to whisk you away and lock you inside with him. Forever. He didn’t want anyone touching what was his.

He knew you wore a mask when in public, too afraid to show your real self. Little did you know, he wore a mask himself...only he wore it to better other people.

He had a plan.

And you’d soon find out.

Let the games begin.

[embrassemoi]

Surrounded by the Moon and Stars ✷ 22

Pairings: Sirius B, Remus L, [F]Reader      CW: Language, angst, violence, blood A/N: thanks for all the comments/asks xx

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March 15th, 1976

It was just over ten past eleven when they called it a day.

“Night, Reg! I’ll see you later!” Y/N called. Regulus beamed, waving back before scurrying in the direction of the Slytherin common room. For the past week, she had brought him to the small hidden room by the library she found over the winter break. Red and green blankets clashed together on the old couch, pillows and candles, books and even his violin was there. It became their — or mostly his safe place.

She’s kept quiet about their secret meetings, mainly because Regulus seemed so skittish at the mention of other people and simply because he was a Slytherin. It put her into a tricky position considering not many Slytherins were like Regulus — they weren’t nice to those of her blood status. Besides, house rivalry was no joke and honestly, Y/N was confused. What did he mean that he couldn’t be seen with her?

The bitter cold began to subside as April neared. The full moon had risen, nearing its peak as she walked through the empty corridors, way past curfew. Distantly, she could hear footsteps becoming louder but made no move to hide once the student came into view with no prefect or Head Boy or Girl pass. That was until the hunched figure seemed to drift closer, coming into her direct line of view. Once they passed, the student knocked into shoulder roughly, making Y/N stagger back into the rough jagged wall.

Crinkles formed in her skin, frowning. They knocked into her purposely. The first thing she took notice of was their tie, a Slytherin. Of course. But when her eyes continued to drift up, she wasn’t surprised to see who it was: Snape.

“Watch where you’re going,” he says, a nasty leer on his face.

“You better watch yourself. Must be obsessed with me.”

“Is that a threat?” It wasn’t, not really, but Snape’s ego is a fragile, fickle thing.

Snape stands taller, his shoulders squaring to appear intimidating but it does nothing but make Y/N’s lip curl up before suppressing it.

“Seems like it to you.”

Seething, his skin becomes an angry blotchy pink. Greasy hair never mattered to her, some people even rocked it but on Snape — anything on him seemed to irk her. His hair seems to stick to his face and an intrusive thought wiggles in and suddenly, she wants to ring it out — see if enough grease would come out so she could cook with it.

But, she readjusted her vision, observing the tight grip he has on his and that he managed to draw without her noticing. On instinct, Y/N slips her out too, her other hand ready to use wandless magic.

She remembers a long time ago, her mother always told her to never start a fight, but to finish it. She guesses that there wasn’t another other option but to listen.

“You’re foul — wretched trollop —” “What did you just call me?!”

Snape jabs a nasty finger into her shoulder before she slaps it down, hard. “You heard me, trollop. Things were so much better when you weren’t around.” His voice drops low, dripping in venom.

“Could say the same thing. I wonder if Lily knows the way you treat women when she isn’t around.” Y/N dangles the threat above his head for leverage. “I bet she would be in for a real shock if I told her.”

There was an ugly pause.

Snape’s nose flares and she would have backed down but since she hadn’t gotten to defend herself last time around Lily, there was no way she wasn’t going to this time.

Snape steps closer in a challenging manner. Eyes burned strong in detest that she even feels it. His hand trembles, going white from how hard he’s gripping his wand. A wild look crosses; he looks feral — like a rabid dog foaming at the mouth.

A spell is already forming on his tongue before she raises her wand, throwing up a shielding spell she learned. A bright blue sheet, in the shape of an invisible dome explodes from the tip of her wand just as Snape shoots a spell. The curse is powerful, making her knees buckle. It was at that moment she realized that maybe she should’ve just walked away. Y/N was good at defensive charms — great — but not at offence charms and clearly, they were among Snape’s specialties.

As shoots another spell, Y/N focuses and puts all of her concentration into the shielding charm — so strong that it pushes Snape back roughly and an item from his pocket slips out, plummeting to the floor. In strong silver letters that made her skin raise with goosebumps, it read: The Dark Arts. The overpowering sensation of revulsion and outrage fuels her, beginning to shake.

“You’re a fucking freak,” she blurts.

It touched a nerve. “Watch it, you dirty little mudbl —”

Most people (and Y/N would include herself with them) like to think of themselves as rational beings; civil, thoughtful, just, benevolent, humane. However, when things ripped at the seams without a given warning, people — we — are no better than wild animals. Even if you don’t know it, there’s an animal inside all of us, waiting to pounce and protect.

Without a beat, filled with pure adrenaline, hate and shock, the protective spell fell and Y/N stormed up to him, drawing her entire arm back as her fist curled into a ball. In a flurry, she delivered a sharp blow as hard as she could in the nose.

There was a loud cracking sound that ricocheted through the corridor, simultaneously, thick blood gushed out of Snape’s nose like a waterfall. It sprayed all over their robes, the ground and covered her hand.

She winced in pain, flicking her wrist a few times, noting the skin splitting around her knuckles deeply. Her ears rang like a whirling fan, radio static, a hissing radiator as Snape stumbled back, a hand shooting up to stop the bleeding. His eyes were filled with tears.

“Call… me that again…” her breathing was ragging and voice shaky, “And we’ll see what else happens.” Before Snape could retaliate, Y/N spun around and dashed off to the Gryffindor common room.

Her footsteps echoed around as she felt her eyes sting with tears but made sure to squeeze her eyes shut. Out of all people, she wasn’t going to cry because of Snape.

She wasn’t a mu — a mudl — she wasn’t that. She was more than that word.

She needed to tell Lily.

Tears were replaced with anger. There wasn’t a single coherent thought that seemed to force its way out.

Before the Fat Lady had time to ask for the password, Y/N shouted it out, nearly ripping the portrait door off. The force resulted in a large — BANG! — then slammed shut and Y/N distantly heard the portrait yell.

She took a deep breath, bending over while a hand clutched her knee. Distracted, it caused her to miss the familiar boy sitting on the opposite side of the room who stood up.

Her fist began to ache once the shock slowly wore off. A quiet, dejected groan slipped out as she stared at her clothes. She must’ve looked insane.

The sound of the wooden floorboards creaked and Y/N peered up. There, dressed in all black clothing was Sirius, staring at her bewildered. His eyes scanned her entire body, noticing the rusty blood staining her white blouse and hand.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” She gritted out defensively. She wasn’t in the mood to be anywhere near Sirius, let alone hear another insult. Without the ability to think rationally, Y/N wondered if she’d had the restraint to not punch him if he said something idiotic.

Sirius’ brow raised, not expecting that response but didn’t bite back. “I — Merlin — what happened to you? Are you okay?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, attempting to shield herself and moved towards the stairs. “Like you care.”

“I don’t,” he counters quickly. But he sighed, gravitating towards her and lightly grasped her elbow. Y/N turns around harshly, ripping away from him.

“Who do you think you are? Don’t touch me!”

Sirius’ hands raised, signalling submission; similar to a prey to its predator. “I’m not going to hurt you and I’m certainly not going to let you bleed everywhere! Come, sit — I’ll patch you up.”

She eyed him warily, then closed her eyes. Y/N’s chest rose in irregular intervals, weighing out the pros and cons.

She’s heard that he’s gotten into fights and probably wasn’t lying about knowing how to patch up wounds.

He’s an asshole.

He didn’t like her.

She didn’t trust him

Why would he want to help her?

But the stinging sensation flooded in again. Y/N desperately sought to gauge for any underlying motive but Sirius was unreadable. If anything, his grey quartz eyes weren’t as hardened; more blue bleed in, looking brighter — her heart gave a little thump.

With a nod, Sirius gave a weak smile and led her to the couch closest to the fireplace for light. He told her to stay put, took his jacket, threw it on the couch opposite, then ran up to his dorm and grabbed a medical kit along with a bowl and cloth. Rushing back, Sirius set down his supplies and with a flick of his wand, the bowl was instantly filled with water, his hands sparkling clean.

Body angled to face her while sitting, Sirius gently took her hand and submerged the cloth in water, ringing it out, then diligently worked to clean off the blood.

Why didn’t he just use magic? He wouldn’t have to touch her then…

She burned more from his touch than the wounds themselves. When it came to James or Remus, there wasn’t anything that made her skin tingle or spike in sudden shyness when she touched them. But whenever Sirius was just near, she felt her heart speed up, palms start to sweat and brain go completely blank.

They sat in silence. Every now and then, Sirius would glance up. Only when he had a disinfectant, he flicked his hair out of his face, seeming to be in deep thought and spoke;

“What happened?”

Y/N remained quiet, a faraway look now settled in her eyes. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that she broke Snape’s nose. She’s seen what broken noses looked like — she grew up colouring nose and sinus anatomical charts in the O.R gallery while she waited for her mom to finish surgery. She was in deep, deep trouble if Snape were to rattle. Detention, house points, expulsion — a possible criminal assault charge.

Shit.

“Hey, Y/N.” He placed a hand on her knee, the cool metal of his rings seeped through her stockings. That caught her attention. That was the first time he’d ever said her first name. His voice was soft — the softest he’d ever spoken to her before. “It’s okay, you don’t need to tell me but I promise I won’t tell a soul. Not even Potter or Evans. It’ll be our little secret.”

She breathed, “I… um —” She stopped and Sirius gave an encouraging squeeze. “Snape, he… he called me a you-know-what and I…” The rest was self-explanatory.

Sirius’s body became stiff. There was a subtle change in his micro-expressions as his jaw tensed, sharpening his features even more. His eyes, which burned with a fiery rage contrasted greatly as he cradled her hand as if she were made out of glass. Sirius huffed, mumbling out ‘thank you for telling me’ and proceeding to clean the wounds. She winced as the cotton pad touched her knuckles, her free hand clutching onto his shirt.

“I know this part’s shit. I’m sorry, sorry…”

She bit down on her bottom lip to prevent pained noises from slipping out. Sirius applied a light magical cream that helps reduce scarring and wrapped gauze around her hand; holding it in place with a magical seal that made it into a light cast. He added a few magical seals along with waterproof charms.

“There.”

She marvelled at his work, he did an amazing job and whatever he did, her pain reduced drastically. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me…” His voice trailed off, a small smile appearing, “Anyone that hates Snviellus is… okay in my books. And what are co-parents for?” He tries to joke. At this, Y/N perks up, a sharp exhale of air forced its way from her lungs; emulating a half-light-hearted scoff.

But soon their smiles disappeared and something strange flashed in Sirius’ eyes. Suddenly, the air around them shifted, becoming tense and enclosed.

Sirius was oddly close to her — since when did they become that close?

Her heart pounded wildly in her ribcage and Y/N wondered if he could hear it over the crackling fire. He’s so close that she could feel his breath fanning her skin. She registered his thumb grazing over the bandage. The warm colour from the fire illuminated his face, different from his usual cool-toned skin. His face looked sharp, more refined than usual. He looked enchanting, so regal and otherworldly without trying to — like a painting.

Sirius opened his mouth to say something but he trails off, leaning closer. His hand trailed up, touching her arm lightly and moved to cup her cheek delicately. The entire time, his eyes trained on her for any glimmer of irritability or discomfort. His thumb began to stroke her skin and she lent into it. It’s large and warm and his touch feels so, so fucking good.

Sirius chooses his next words with caution. “Can I?” He murmurs but the question is clear — louder than any screaming match she had with him. His lips are millimetres away from hers.

In times like these, that Gryffindor bravery was nonexistent.

Y/N’s mind is vacant, internally freaking out but still manages to choke out, “Yes.”

Frozen in place, his eyes flicker from her eyes, then lips, and back to her eyes. He tilts her head back slightly using his hand before it travels to the back of her neck and leans in. But, there’s something in Sirius that hesitates.

The hesitation is too long because a voice could be heard from beyond the portrait and the sound of it swinging open causes them to break apart. She misses the contact already. Sirius stands hastily, wand swishing to clean up the mess around them in a daze. A beautiful blush settles on his face; a hand runs through his hair, rings catching the low light and widens the gap between them. He put his jacket back on.

Y/N’s brain hadn’t caught up yet. Too much happened too quickly. 

“Pads? Where have you’ve been? The moo —” the moment he sees her, his voice draws out, “— ooooony! Moony! He’s waiting for us. Whiskers! Ugh — h-hey!”

Peter fucking Pettigrew, in the flesh.

She makes sure to hide her hand and bloodied shirt from him. “Evening, Pete.”

Sirius coughs awkwardly and clears his throat, Peter doesn’t look suspicious. “Yeah, ugh — right. Sorry,” he takes a pause, eyes drifting momentarily to her and back to Peter, “Was busy with our Puffskein. Let’s go.”

“Night, L/N!” Peter acknowledges. He even sends finger guns.

Y/N is left stunned, watching Sirius leave. The door clicks and her body slackens.

In a haze, she padded into her dorm: quiet and dark, everyone fast asleep. She took a very cold shower, changed into her pyjamas, brushed her teeth and threw out her bloodied robes. Then, she pulls back the curtains around her bed. A floating candle burned brightly as Lily was there, writing in her journal.

“What took you so long?!” Lily chirped, sliding over to give her more room to slip in. Letting the drapes fall shut behind, she hummed in response.

“Puffskein. Oats.” She’ll talk to Lily about Snape another day — that is if Dumbledore doesn’t expel her.

Y/N rolled over to her side, facing away from Lily. The cool pillow did nothing to help chill her heated skin. It’s like she can feel the ghost of Sirius’ fingers graze her cheek still.

Lily babbled — something about Dorcas and Mary inviting them to skate one last time before the ice melted. But it all went in one ear and out the other.

God, she thought, mad at the realization. There was no point in denying it anymore; she’d been doing so for months and clearly, it was fruitless. I like Sirius Black. I really, really like Sirius Black.

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She didn’t get a wink of sleep. Her mind reeled the entire night, replacing the scenarios again and again, analyzing everything he said, his actions — that look on his face. All she thought about was Sirius: his eyes, his smile, his hair, his skin, his hands, his fucking lips — Argh! Sirius was the personification of Firewhiskey and all she wanted to do was drink more of him — and they hadn’t even kissed!

Sirius is arrogant, rude, cold, cat-called her — insulted her! A part of her felt disgusted — disgust how her heart raced wherever the mere thought of him appeared in her mind. Disgusted how her heart leaped whenever he was near. Out of all people, why him?!

She fucking hated Peter Pettigrew right now — or loved him, she wasn’t sure. Maybe he saved her from making a terrible mistake.

Okay, okay! First things first, she had to stop thinking about him! She forced herself to think about something else: Charms — Professor Flitwick — Peter’s grandma in her ‘purple knickers’ — Slughorn — Slughorn in his underwear — yes, that certainly stopped any more lewd thoughts. Her mind and body were at war.

“Rise n’shine, darlings!” Marlene sang in a high-pitched Victorian accent as she tripped the blinds back. Y/N peeked out from the small gap in her curtains, watching Marlene tiredly. Everyone groaned, Dorcas even threw a pillow at her. Y/N, unaffected, blinked and perched herself against the headboard, yawning. “Wake up! Wake up! WAKE UP!”

“Marls…” Dorcas groaned. She rubbed her eyes and squinted at the clock that hung above their large window, quickly collapsing into bed and dove under the covers. “It’s six in the morning…”

Marlene hopped over and ripped off Lily’s covers only to realize she was with her. She skipped her way over, ripping the drapes back and jumped into her bed. Toulouse hissed, jumping off before Marlene snuggled up to Lily, proding her cheek.

She gave Y/N a once over, “Morning sugar.”

She continued to poke Lily who forced her eyes open, trying to swat at her. Lily flipped over, moving over to Y/N. Marlene rolled her eyes, but a hurt pang flashed her face before she covered it up. Instead, she bellowed, taking hold of Lily’s shoulders and shook.

“EVANS! EVANS — YOU TOO L/N, WAKE UP NOW!”

“McKinnon! What do you want?!”

She gave a triumphant smirk. “Quidditch! It’s Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff today!”

Marlene was already decked out in her tracksuit, ready to go on a jog around the castle with the rest of the Gryffindor team. Once everyone woke up, they all gave her one of many pep talks and ushered her off.

The morning was slow for everyone but Y/N. Her thoughts drifted away from Sirius, only to think about the next worst thing possible; Snape.

Damn… she had to tell Lily, but how? ‘Hey, Petals! One of your friends — if not your best friend, called me, a Muggleborn — which if you forgot, you are too —the cruellest word there is! And he was caught with a book about The Dark Arts!’

She would tell her, but not today, or at least until after the Quidditch game.

As Y/N got ready for the day, everyone noticed the bandage around her hand (which she lied and made an excuse using Oats), then headed down for breakfast. The Gryffindor team was huddled around Marlene and James. Mary and Alice sat close, giving her a small wave.

Downing coffee after coffee, the caffeine strangely made her sleepier as she listened to James and Marlene’s agonizing rambles. Lazily flicking through sections of the Daily Prophet, she waited for a letter from her mother. None — again. Until a hand came out of nowhere, snatching the paper from her grasp, leaving Y/N to huff out.

She didn’t even need to look up to know who it was. “Mornin’ Professor,” she mumbled, reaching over to grab it from him.

“You look like you’ve been shagging the whomping willow,” Remus jokes, shaking his head with a smile.

At this, Mary leans in and whispers into her ear, “Didn’t we suggest Remus —” “Or Black? Not a tree!” Marlene adds.

She ignored them but felt her stomach drop at the mention of Sirius. Remus wore his gold oversized glasses today. His curls were tousled, eyes slightly bloodshot and he seemed to be sluggish that morning. She scooted over making room as he took a seat next to her. She grinned back, “You look like shit too, Lupin.”

Remus’ smile turned brighter.

James floated two plates to them, filled with their favourite foods while Y/N poured Remus a mug of coffee, dumping an ungodly amount of sugar in, handing it to him. From all the times they brought coffee or tea for each other, whether that be for study groups, lounging in the common room or walking past the kitchens while heading to class, they knew how they liked their beverages by heart.

He flashed a tired smile, humming as he took a sip. Their dating rumours hadn’t calmed down yet, so when a couple of students passed by, looking between them enviously, they both side-eyed each other humorously.

“We’re such catches,” she whispered to him.

“Abso-bloody-lutely — hey!” He randomly cuts in, pointing to her bandaged hand, “We’re matching.”

He raised his hand, showing a couple of his fingers taped together before a long bandage was wrapped around his palm and travelled down his wrist, disappearing beyond his red sweater.

Y/N mused at it before grabbing a quill from Marlene who’d been sketching out the Quidditch pitch and dipped it into an inkpot, handing it to Remus.

His head tilted, “Hmm?”

“Sign mine and I’ll sign yours?”

His long calloused fingers took the quill from her, doodling on the white bandage gently. He drew Dumbledore with pom-poms, cheering for the upcoming Quidditch game, along with a smiley face, his initials and a couple magical creatures. Then passed the quill back, placing his bandage hand on the table and flicked open the Daily Prophet. A few splotches of ink splattered around as she drew The Beatles on broomsticks, all chasing a Golden Snitch. She also drew Remus as David Bowie’s cover as Aladdin Sane, using his scars to make the lightning bolt and quickly signed her name.

Lily and Peter had come in, taking a seat and Y/N had become hyper-aware of Sirius sitting down directly across from her. Both of them stiffened and she continued to avoid his gaze as she drew on Remus.

“We’re going to be fine, it’s only Hufflepuff.”

“Nope, Hufflepuffs know how to get shit done,” Peter says, his mouth stuffed with food. “Never underestimate them — what the fuck?!”

Everyone in the Great Hall collectively held a breath, looking up at the Slytherin table. Lily’s eyes almost bugged out in rage, her ears becoming red as she got up and walked over.

It was Snape, but it wasn’t his nose that caught people’s attention. No — his nose was fine — he must’ve gone to the hospital wing that night.

“What happened to him! Ahah!” Peter cried out, “He looks like my house elf!”

There, Snape stood completely bald with no eyebrows and wearing Gryffindor robes.

Y/N slapped a hand to her mouth, desperately trying to calm her shrieking laughter but couldn’t. She and Remus lent on each other, trying to not tip over the hall bench. Everyone whopped loudly, James even whistled.

But as everyone was occupied with the sight, the person who she expected to be howling in laughter that most definitely should’ve been was Sirius. He simply drank from his goblet, his eyes peered over to her with a knowing look and bowed his head ever so slightly and looked away.

Oh.

Ohhh.

She was left with more unanswered questions than ever.

[descendantofthesparrow]

Finale - Rewrite - POYW - Harry Hook x reader - part 5 - the ember

Outfits;

C4+(y/n)

*Mals transformation (skull is the symbol on her back)

Hadie and Celia

Uma (for her first appearance, she's wearing her canon dress)

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The vks finally arrived at the closest shore facing the isle, Mal taking a deep breath and lifting her goggles to look at Celia. They didn’t want to draw too much attention to themselves on the isle so they would get off and on with the spell that Mal had used years back. “you remember what I said?” Mal asked Celia, Celia nodded, slightly unsure this would even work but Mal was sure Celia could use magic, and therefore cast the spell.

Celia took a deep breath and face the isle, picturing all five motor-bikes in her head as she spoke the incantation “Noble steeds/proud and fair, you shall take us/anywhere” the bikes all glowed a reddish-purple, matching Celia’s hair, and Mal nodded, knowing the spell had worked.

Mal put her goggles back down and revved the engine of her bike, leading the others onto the ocean. Hadie looked down at the water in awe as the bikes easily rode on the water as if it was solid ground, he whistled then looked back up to see the isle coming closer and closer. Celia laughed, feeling giddy as it sunk in, she used her magic, she had done it! She couldn’t wait to tell her dad!

After a few minutes the bikes passed through the barrier, both Hadie and Celia winced at the feeling of magical being forced back underneath their skin, and soon they rolled onto land, Mal taking a few turns towards Faciliers arcade that rested right next to curl up and dye. They passed through the wharf marketplace and through the alleyway where their old hideout was (which had been emptied and claimed by someone else)

Mal turned one last corner and parked her bike right in front of the place that used to be Hades Greek restaurant (he used to be there a lot, but at one point he stopped coming completely and left it in the hands of his hires and son, who ‘sold’ it and it was turned into a regular shop with furniture and decor)

The others parked next to Mal and turned off their bikes, taking off their helmets and leaving them on the seats as (y/n), Hadie, and Celia continued to carry theirs. Mal brought a lock of her hair in front of her and sighed, nope, still brown. She had a small hope that the barrier would reverse the spell that Audrey had cast but Mal supposed she was out of luck on that one. “Come on” Mal muttered, Celia leading the way to the arcade as the vks and (y/n) followed her to the arcade door.

Celia placed her helmet onto the fortune reading table for safekeeping (I mean, who would dare steal from the daughter of the shadow man?) (y/n) and Hadie doing the same, and walked up to a multicolored door with the words ‘Do Not Disturb’ in French painted on it.

Celia grinned at the vks and turned back to the door, excited to show off the arcade. She made a few quick beats with her fist, dancing as someone knocked back in a different beat. She did it once more and bounced in excitement as the door unlocked and slid open, the bouncer inside stepping aside as Celia gestured for everyone to follow her. (y/n), Mal, and Evie shared a proud grin and followed after her, Carlos and Jay looking around as they hadn’t been to the arcade in years, and the surrounding area had changed since the last time they were there.

Celia rushed through the entrance, gasping in delight as she saw the back of her father's head, she practically jumped down the steps and grinned widely as her father turned and smiled. “Hey!” he turned and threw his cane to one of his workers who caught it and turned back to a card reading table. Facilier turned back to his daughter and held his arms out “there she is!”

“Daddy~!!” Celia squealed as she ran towards him and slammed into his arms, laughing as he lifted her into the air and set her down on his other side. The two engaged in a little dance that had obviously been done time and time again, created years ago and they had decided to keep it up. Mal didn’t stop the smile from blooming on her face, while they were on a time crunch and the worlds impending doom was on its way, it warmed her heart to see good parents on the isle, it was rare to see one of the adults not seer at their kids, it was a wonder to see them be fully affectionate.

Plus Facilier had always been one of those adults the kids went to if they needed help, he was “nice” like that. Facilier tapped his cheek, expecting a kiss from Celia but the girl cheekily tapped his hat instead and started to run, squealing with laughter as he caught her and pulled her into his side. Mal and Evie grinned at each other, their delight at seeing the father-daughter relationship slightly dimmed by their lack of one.

The vks loosely followed the two Facilier’s as (y/n) explored the arcade, whistling a bit as she looked around at the extravagant displays and games surrounding her. She had heard Harry and Gil talk about this place before but she had never had the opportunity to visit it when it was active.

Celia grinned as her dad leaned down next to her ear “so what kinda hustle do you got goin’ on with them, shiny people?” Celia just grinned and pulled a small purple velvet drawstring bag out of her shoulder bag, plopping it in his hand and kipping over to the wall of signs next to her dad’s card reading table and grabbing the skull-shaped key then looping it around her neck.

Her father looked at her with pride as he held the piles of coins in his hands, all from the Auradon people she had read cards for in the last day. “Cher” her dad whispered, pride clear in his voice as he carefully poured the coins back into the pouch and tossed it back to his daughter “look at my little girl go, already conning half of Auradon~” Celia just grinned, perking up as Carlos called everyone over to a static tv that was connected to the Auradon network.

The reporter on screen stood at Auradon prep, next to the statue of Adam, as the camera followed him as he walked “Alerts of a sleeping spell keep coming in as it spreads across Auradon, sources say the daughter of Aurora, Audrey, is responsible for this spell; were trying to discover who is responsible for these vicious lies, and which villain has perpetrated this evil” the man stopped and held his finger up to his earpiece, his face paling in fear “it’s what? it's heading this way, cut it-cut it! we have to run!” the screen cut to static and the vks looked at each other in terror.

“We have to go get the ember” Mal rushed out, Hadie leading the way as you waited for Facilier to release his daughter's shoulder as he stared at the screen in fear for his daughter.

“I’ll protect her,” you said with a smile, holding out your hand to the girl as Facilier nodded and let Celia go.

“You better” he muttered, crossing his arms as you and Celia raced out after the others.

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“Rookie mistake” Carlos grumbled as he spotted some of Umas crew members on top of their bikes as they rounded the corner of the alleyway. You sighed, looking over Jay’s shoulder to see Jonas on Jay’s bike, grinning wildly.

“Get off my bike!” Jay yelled out, leaping forward in an attempt to grab Jonas’ jacket as the pirate laughed. Jay just missed as Jonas and his four other pirate cohorts all raced off on your bikes, and you could recognize Bonnie on top of yours. “Over the roofs!” Jay yelled out, Evie and Carlos nodding and running off as Jay turned to you “cut them off” you looked back at Mal and nodded, climbing the buildings and running after the sound of the bike engines.

Celia went to follow but Hadie and Mal grabbed her arms, preventing her from joining the case “Hey, hey hey! They got this, we need to get the ember ASAP” Mal stated, nodding as Celia sighed in slight disappointment.

“Good timing too” Hadie muttered, checking his watch “right about his nap time” Mal raised her brow but followed her fellow vks as they quickly walked towards the other end of the isle where the mines were.

‘he takes naps?’ Mal thought, looking behind her and seeing you dropping down into an alleyway a few buildings away. She turned back to Hadie and Celia then quickly caught up to them as they had walked faster than she thought they would.

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After a few minutes of (almost running) rushed walking, the three vks arrived at the mines, guarded by an intimidating metal gate with Hades symbol, made out of wooden planks and old tires, on the front, with multiple keep out and warning signs plastered around. “Hey” Mal interrupted Celia, who was unlocking the door. Hadie and Celia stopped to look at her confused, Hadie halfway wondering if she was backing out of the plan “how big is that dog?” Mal nodded that sign behind Celia and she turned, Celia sighed and shook her head as Hadie snorted at a joke that wasn’t there.

“You’ll see” Celia muttered as Hadie snorted again, pulling the gate open and leading the two girls inside. Celia gasped quietly and turned back on Mal, holding her finger up to her lips “Okay, you have to stay quiet it echoes like crazy in here” even as Celia whispered it reverberated against the old rocky walls of the isle mines. Mal nodded and glanced around at the multiple record speakers that hung off the walls, following Celia as Hadie stood by the railway that led towards his father's lair.

Mal jumped at the sudden sound of multiple dogs barking and grabbed onto Hadie, who laughed quietly and pointed at the speakers “not here” Hadie whispered, waving Celia off the bike turned-makeshift minecart hybrid “too loud, if we’re stealing the ember, we need to be quiet as possible, we walk. It’s not too far” Mal nodded and kept her grip on Hadie’s arm, tensing up each time the guardian of the underworld's barks echoed around her. Hadie glanced at her but said nothing, letting her use him as a crutch as the three vks walked down the dark and damp tunnels of the abandoned mineshafts.

Hadie took a few twists and turns, apparently a shortcut to his room (which was also a back way towards Hades main area of his lair), and soon the three stepped out into a pretty large room with a queen-sized bed with a dark grey and blue bedspread. Hadie grabbed a bass from his wall and carried it, nodding out towards the curtain door “an excuse, case he wakes up as we walk out” Hadie whispered, Celia went first as they stepped through the curtain.

Mal stopped as her eyes locked onto the back of the god of the underworld's head, his hair was a dim dark blue, the side effect of his hair unable to light ablaze. Mal sighed in relief as the god snored loudly…very loudly, it reminded Mal of when Ben’s dad had fallen asleep during a late-night hangout back when Mal was still in school at Auradon prep.

As the three crept closer, the sounds of dogs barking started to loop, and Mal looked around confused before Hadie pointed at an old record player, it had hit a scratch on the disc and was now looping on a singular bark. Mal breathed a quiet sigh of relief, that meant no dog to be fed to if Hades caught them.

Mal walked heel to toe as she snuck over to Hades, while Hadie and Celia slowly made their way around the other way. Just as Mal got close, Celia got fed up with the record and lifted the needle, sending a loud screeching noise through the cave. Mal and Hadie glared at Celia, as the rash decision had made Hades wake up. He lifted his head slightly and look directly at his son and Celia “What are you doing here?” he grumbled in a tired tone, yawning a bit as Hadie raised his bass in the air.

“Forgot my bass” Hadie simply said as Celia took out a can of corn and a packaged blue rock candy.

“I noticed, you were out, of canned corn” she tossed the candy and can to the god and he caught them with one hand. Mal by then had lifted the ember out of the dish it was sitting in and was bringing it to her chest, screaming lightly as Hades suddenly grabbed her hand, stopping her from crouching out of sight.

Hades turned to look at her, his yellow eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. Mal harshly swallowed and released the ember as he took it from her, moving to rest his head on his arm. He and Mal stared at each other for a moment, Hadie and Celia standing awkwardly near the old wooden stairs that lead back up to the tunnels. “um-“ Mal started in a meek voice, watching his eyes as he looked at her newly brown hair and eyes “-can I have that?” her usual confidence was gone, she was powerless and in front of a god who could pick her up with one hand and chuck her across the room even without his powers.

Hades raised his brow and turned his head to look at the ember, which was black as coal, in his hand. Then he looked back at her. “And why should I give it to you?” Hades asked coolly, taking off his glasses and tossing them to the side, leaning back in his minecart turned chair, lofting his boots up next to Mal’s face. “uh-“ Mal clearly hadn't expected him to ask that, she had expected him to get angry and throw her out of his lair. Quick mal, come up with an excuse or something! “I need it?”…nice one Mal, top-notch, he’ll for sure give you the ember now.

Hades rolled his eyes and looked to Hadie, who just shrugged. “Auradon is in danger and we need the ember” Hadie answered dryly, watching Mal carefully as she stepped in front of Hades and held out her hand, his father's yellow eyes staring down at Mal carelessly.

“Please?” Mal asked in a much firmer tone, her eyes looking directly into Hades. Hades huffed and lifted up the ember, waving the black gem around a bit.

“You’re only half Hades, the ember won't do everything for you that it does for me” Mal clicked her jaw and gestured to Hadie, not really paying attention to what Hades had just said.

“Hadie’s gonna be the one to use it anyway, I just wanted-to…” Mal’s brain caught up to the words that had just come out of Hades mouth and she looked back up at him with wide eyes, Celia’s jaw had dropped as she realized what he had meant “IM HALF WHAT?!” now Hades looked confused, looking at Mal as if she was crazy.

“you-you didn’t know?” Hades has lost his confidence, his brow raising in confusion, then he looked to Hadie “she doesn’t know?”

Hadie just pinched his brow and sat down on the wooden steps, ignoring his father and (newly announced) half-sister as the Mal started to squabble about her mother and Hades. “fuckin-what?!” Mal screeched, running her hands through her hair and starting to pace around the lair, Celia looking concerned as Mal tugged at her brown locks “you?! My dad?! That’s-that’s not right?! My mom said he was human, a full-on human!? It can’t be you it-“ Mal started to hyperventilate and Hades took her hands, bringing her closer to him and looking into her eyes. “Kid, calm down, you’re having a panic attack, breathe with me, okay?” Mal knew she had to listen or she would pass out so she followed Hades lead. When she got control of her breath again, she pushed him away, wiping away the tears that had gathered in her eyes “she never told you?”

“I guess fucking not” Mal assumed he meant her mother never telling her about her true father “and-also HOW?!” Hades just gave her a knowing look “NOT LIKE THAT-“ Mal did NOT want to think about her mother and Hades doing the do “-I mean-how did” Mal gestured to herself then Hades “this! Happen?? I thought you were loyal to Persephone!?” “Mom knows about this by the way” Hadie interrupted, motioning between his father and sister “and she’s pissed the fuck off, so whenever you see her again dad, you have millennia of making up to do” Hades winced at the thought of his wife being very mad at him, but it wasn’t unwarranted, but he had another matter to attend to.

Hades sighed and turned back to Mal, rubbing his stubble “I got drunk, very drunk, I don’t remember much but I woke up next to your mother and eleven months later you were dropped off for me to babysit” Mal’s jaw dropped in shock and slight disgust “I didn’t know about you until you were already two months old, and then I took care of you for about three months before your mother took you back, something about an heir of darkness.” Hades waved off the notion of Maleficent abandoning Mal on his doorstep and continued on as Mal gawked at him. “and before you ask-I do know I am really your dad because your hair was blueish-purple when she dropped you off and it was almost completely blue when she took you away, I think your magic reacted to whomever you were around the most-“ Mal shook her head, she didn’t have time for this!

“Okay, whatever, I don’t care. I don’t have time for all this” Mal waved her hands around in frustration(noticeably in the same way Hades did but no one commented on it) and held out her hand again “but! If you wanna make up for being a lousy dad” Hades frowned at that “gimme the ember” he stared down at her for a moment before gently placing the ember into Mal's palm, Mal closing her hand around it and nodding “thank you, it’ll be returned after we save Auradon”

“It won’t work for you completely, you are still only half Hades” Hades warned as Mal pocketed the ember into her thigh bag, raising his brow as she glared up at him. “So what? I’m not the one using it, dad” Mal hissed the last word, as if it was poison in her mouth. She didn’t fully believe him, after all, if her mother had lied to her for years about her father, who's to say he wasn’t lying to her now?

Mal pushed past him and up the steps, Celia quickly following her as Hadie set down his bass and looked back at his dad.

“Did she really never tell her?” Hades asked  quietly, looking up at the stairs after Mal, an upset look on his face. “all this time, almost 19 years of standing by, she didn’t even know?”

Hadie sighed and crossed his arms “You really think Maleficent would have told Mal about her true parentage? If Mal had known you were her dad, she would have never listened to Maleficent, she manipulated Mal…I have to go, kingdom to save n all” Hades nodded, watching his son walk out after his daughter and sighing. So much for respecting Mal’s wishes.

-

Celia looked up at Mal, pressing her lips together as the awkward silence pierced the air. “I guess that’s why he was always asking about you” Celia murmured, stopping in front of the front gate as Mal paused, looking directly at the ground.

Mal then shook her head, lifting it up to stare straight ahead “let's go, we’re wasting time” Mal continued forward towards the main area of the isle again, Hadie and Celia giving each other a look before following after her. Mal was right, there were more important things to get to than her parentage.

-

Ben was back at his desk, talking on his phone with one of the captains of the royal guard “No. no, I want the royal guard handing out gas masks!” Ben said in a stressed tone, tapping through his tablet as more reports of the sleeping spell came through. Ben growled a bit as the captain on the other side muttered something about the spell “Well not everyone's asleep!” Ben hung up and tossed his phone on his desk, looking up and pointing at the servant standing at his door “Find out if anyone has seen Audrey, and see if she has a list of demands!” the servant nodded and turned out the door.

Ben sighed and unzipped his jacket, flopping back on his chair and running his hand through his hair as he tried to calm down. Why had this happened? What had happened with Audrey that caused Maleficent to possess her?

Mal had texted him earlier that the spell used the victim's emotions against them, so whoever had taken the scepter was feeling very intense emotions, enough for her mother to feed on that. So what had Audrey been feeling when Maleficent took control?

Ben had a sinking feeling it had to do with one very bitter grandmother.

“just one~” Ben yelped and stood from his chair as he spun around, eyes widening as he locked into Audrey’s eyes, which were swimming with green. “I demand my life back”

Ben looked behind him at his door, mentally cursing as all his guards had left to go help the people. “I have a proposition for you~” he turned back to Audrey and watched as he pointed behind her towards the rest of the kingdom “I’ll wake everybody up right now, under one, itty bitty condition” she stepped closer to him, her eyes flashing green. “make me queen”

‘queen?’ Ben thought confused, why would Audrey want to be queen? Why would Maleficent want to be queen? Then Ben remembered when he overheard one of Leah’s bullshit rants about Audrey’s right to the crown. Audrey was just doing exactly what her grandmother wanted, just in a twisted way…that’s why Leah had been turned to stone that morning.

And Maleficent was just going along with Audrey’s ‘desires’ so she wouldn’t be detected by the young princess, she was waiting for the opportune moment to take over completely. “Audrey” Ben started softly, taking her hand and bringing it towards him. Audrey looked confused, her eyes flickering with magenta and green. “someone spelled you, you have to let me help you-“Audrey's eyes turned fully green and she ripped away from Ben, and Ben knew Maleficent was in control now.

“Pathetic” Audrey hissed in a cold tone, her face morphing into a sneer as the scepter glowed bright green in her hand “so kind, so trusting, you won't even strike your precious little friend down just when you had the chance” Ben glared at Maleficent, hand drawing behind him to the hidden dagger that (y/n) had stashed a couple of months ago. “just like your mother…” Audrey’s eyes turned bright green and then she grinned cruelly “but so afraid of being like your father~” Ben froze in fear, realizing what she was talking about. No, she wouldn’t “let's see how you like being a beast~” Ben raced forward in an attempt to snatch the scepter from Audrey but he was blown back as it flashed green and his body was overtaken in a green flash.

Ben screamed out in pain, but It only came out as a monstrous roar, his teeth becoming fangs as his nails pushed out and sharpened, fur erupting from his entire body and everything just became so loud.

He let out another painful roar, Audrey cackling in the background as the scepter flashed magenta and Ben swore he heard someone screaming then everything went silent.

Ben blacked out from the pain and when he woke up a few moments later, Audrey was gone, the only thing left was a few wisps of smoke. Ben crawled over to his balcony and looked down, a whimper slipping through his new snout as he saw many of the servants now turned to stone. Ben turned on his heels and ran through the castle, looking for anybody who could help him, his claws ripped and scratched at the walls as he raced through them, he ended up at the hall of armor and ripped open the doors, claws digging into the frame and Ben ended up with a large splinter in his palm.

He roared in pain again and ran out the other side of the hall, crashing through the doors and running into the forest, he couldn’t let anybody see him like this, he had to find a way to turn back into a human before he hurt someone.

-

Mal, Hadie, and Celia walked back into the arcade, Celia racing towards her dad as Mal walked over to her friends who were playing some odd combo of foosball and pool. “M!” Evie called, relieved her friend was okay as Mal trotted over to her and wrapped her arms around Evie’s arm. Evie grabbed Mal’s shoulder with her free hand and looked at her “do you have it?” Mal nodded and dug into her thigh bag, taking out the black as coal ember. “Good, let's get off this rock”

Mal nodded, turning to jay to ask him where the bikes were but he interrupted her “how’d you get it? I assume he either gave to Hadie or you snatched it?” Mal winced at the reminder of how she had gotten the ember.

Welp, no better time to tell them then now, eh? “uh, yeah about that” Mal muttered, looking down at the ember in her hand “uh, he just-gave it to me?” it sounded more like a question than anything else. Mal was unsure if Hades really was her dad, but she would spill details about the entire thing later, right now the short and sweet answer was best.

“He just” Carlos started, furrowing his brows in confusion and glancing to Hadie “gave it to you? And not Hadie?”

“Yeah well, there's a reason behind it which is-guess whomst the fuckiest my dad is?” Mal laughed, giving her friends a tilted smile as they looked at her strangely, why bring up her dad at a time like this?

“Oh no fucking way” it hit Carlos first, his eyes widening “no fucking way but you said-“ Mal laughed again, sounding strangled.

“I know! I know! I thought so too! But I guess it's just another thing my mother lied to me about” Jay looked a little miffed at not understanding what Carlos and Mal were talking about, Evie looking lost as well “Remember how I said my dad was human? For the last 19 fucking years?” Jay and Evie nodded, (y/n) cleaning up the table behind them before freezing as realization dawned on her.

“Oh, no fucking way” (y/n) groaned, looking to Mal with an exasperated look “your dad is-that means-what the actual fuck” Evie finally had enough and turned to Mal with her brow raised.

“Okay spill before I stab you”

“Apparently, my dad is fucking Hades” Mal hissed quietly, leaning closer to Jay and Evie as their eyes went wide in shock “Yep, my mother lied, again, about my dad. Told me he was human to keep me in check and shit.”

“I-“ Jay stuttered, unable to get anything out as his mouth opened and closed. “are you sure?” At this Mal shook her head, no she wasn’t sure, but this was helping them in their favor, Hades had given Mal the ember willingly under the pretense she was his kid.

“no im not, and I don’t want to know how or why, but we can do all this processing shit later when Auradon or Audrey aren’t in danger, let’s go. You got our bikes back, right?” Mal asked the boys, wincing as (y/n) glared darkly. She would take that as a no then.

“Nope, they got away” Carlos muttered, crossing his arms.

“The only way back to Auradon is the bridge” Mal sighed, smiling as Evie clicked her heels on the dusty arcade floor.

“Glad I wore my comfortable heels then” Jay grabbed Evie's arm before the two could leave.

“Yeah, we need the remote, and I left it at the house” Mal and Evie shared a horrified look, what were they going to do? Auradon was in danger and they were stuck on the isle with no way off.

“I lifted it off of you” the group turned to Celia, who was holding the golden remote to the barrier “I thought it would be useful and it is” Evie smiled, stepping towards Celia and leaning on a support beam.

“Good job” Celia smiled and Jay took the remote, pressing his lips together in an impressed smirk.

“Sweet” Celia turned to hug her father one last time as everyone grabbed their bags and started to make their way out of the arcade, she kissed him on the cheek and ran after (y/n), meeting (y/n)’s stride as she patted Celia’s back.

“Good job kid” Celia beamed again, happy her thieving skills were being appreciated. “also Mal!” Mal turned her head to show she was listening “After this shit is over, we're coming back here and getting those damn bikes back, that thing is too damn expensive to lose to a fucking isle goon” Mal snorted and nodded.

“Noted” honestly Mal wanted her bike back anyway, Carlos had spent several months making and modifying their bikes to fit them perfectly, she wasn’t about to let them be stripped.

-

The group of vks, and one dimension traveling girl, finally arrived at the bridge, Jay taking out the remote and pressing the bottom button opening the barrier. “Come on” Mal mumbled, nodding her head towards the opening. The others followed her lead and stepped over the barrier line.

Just as the ember crossed over the line, it ignited in a strong flash of light and heat, Mal felt fire shoot up her hand holding the ember and cover her entire body. Mal gasped in slight pain as the flash of energy flooded through her and filled her with a brand-new feeling of power and magic she had never felt before.

Mal let out the shuddering breath she had been holding and shook her head, the fire that had been drained by Audrey had been returned at full force…but it felt…different from her normal fire. Mal opened her eyes and looked down at her hands, gasping as she realized her entire outfit had changed. Gone were the purples and greens of her maleficent-themed outfit, replaced by the cool blues and dark greys of Hades, blue flames licking up her jacket-turned-vest and boots.

…guess Hades wasn’t lying then, Mal frowned, looking at herself a bit more as she realized she had transformed into ‘the daughter of Hades’. She had no other explanation for why the ember had done what it did otherwise.

“Holy shit” Carlos muttered, grabbing Mal's arm to stabilize her as she wobbled on her feet slightly “What happened?”

“I don’t know” Mal muttered slightly grumpy as she twisted the ember in her eyes, it had ignited in a strong blue “It might have to do something with the ‘Hades being my dad’ thing? Hadie?” Mal looked to Hadie, frowning as he looked just as confused as she felt. “shit, okay, um-ya know what? We’re gonna ignore this for now and figure out what the fuck happened when all this shit is over with okay? Okay.” Evie picked up a lock of Mal's hair, bringing it in front of Mal's face “Evie-my hairs blue….my hair is fucking blue it was brown two seconds ago and now it's blue”

“To be fair your hair was purple three hours ago, and it's also purple at the top.” Jay supplied, pulling back a bit as Mal whirled around to glare at him. “uh-yellow eyes too” Mal scrunched her nose at Jay and huffed.

“Not helping Jay” Mal hissed, she turned back towards Auradon and closed her eyes “Okay, we-let’s just go, we’re wasting-HEY!” just as Mal was handing the ember to Hadie, Evie lifted her arm to push a lock of hair behind her ear and bumped Mal's hand, sending the ember flying. “no!” Mal screamed in panic, running towards the edge and about to jump for the ember when a very familiar tentacle sprung from the eater and grabbed the ember “wha-“

Uma rose from the water, looking absolutely ethereal in her golden shell crown and teal dress, her turquoise locs pulled back halfway as the rest framed her shoulders. Uma grinned and raised her arms, the tentacle holding the ember following them “drop something~?”

“It can't get wet!” Mal yelled in a pleading tone, gesturing for Uma to get onto the bridge “give it back before it goes out!” Mal could see the ember sparking and flickering in Uma’s hold. Uma just laughed and her tentacle curled around the ember, sealing it airtight between two suckers. her eyes turned to you, who was grinning down at her from the bridge.

“Uma~!” you yelled in excitement, bouncing on your heels as she gave you a little wave.

“That’s my name~” she purred, giving one last smirk to Mal then she sunk into the water, the ember still tight in her grip.

“Wait!” Mal called desperately, she couldn’t lose the ember, it was their only hope! Mal took a step back in fear as from where Uma had sunk a large tunnel of water began to rise until it burst, soaking everyone but you.

“Ah!” Mal yelled, pausing as she noticed the water starting to evaporate almost immediately, off her body, especially her hair. “I wha-“ nope, nope nope nope, not important right now. She noticed the same was happening to Hadie, and the two were the first dry out of everyone else.

Mal looked back down at the water, searching for Uma “Behind you~” Mal gasped and spun around, seeing Uma in a dark teal button-up, dark blue leather pants, and brown boots, her golden shell necklace sitting proudly on her neck.

Before anyone else could say anything, Mal spoke up, lifting her arms into the air in exasperation “Where the hell have you been?!”

Uma looked genuinely surprised that those were the words that had come out of Mal’s mouth instead of just accusing her of villainy and trying to steal the ember back “We’ve been looking for you for three fucking years!! Do you know how much Harry and Gil bugged Ben and I because you wouldn’t show your damn face?!” Mal screeched, rubbing her face in exhaustion at the reminder of when Harry and Gil had straight up annoyed her and Ben back when the search for Uma was fresh. “Do you even know you were pardoned two years ago? You could've surfaced at any point and you would have been fine!!”

“That’s what I said to-….her” you covered your mouth as Mal slowly turned to look at you with wide eyes, Uma face palming as you winced “uh-“

“…(y/n) did you harbor a criminal?” Mal asked dryly, raising her brow as you shrugged.

“Technically no, I just, brought her food n all that…I honestly have no idea where she stayed, but we had a meeting place?” Mal sighed and shook her head, turning to look back at Uma who stiffened up in a defensive stance. “Also, Ex-criminal” you stated, shrugging as Mal just gave you an exasperated look “jus’ sayin”

“Whatever, Uma, I need that” Mal held her hand out towards Uma, looking at the ember in the sea-witches hand. “to break a spell”

“Cast by maleficent, proxied by Audrey, sleeping beauty’s daughter” Carlos explained, eyes locked onto the ember in Uma’s hand.

“So-the good guys the bad guy-“ Uma furrowed her brows as she tried to figure out how Maleficent cast the spell through Audrey. “well, I might not give it back, see what happens” your smile dropped and you stepped closer to Uma, taking her shoulder.

“Uma no, Harry and Gil are still in Auradon and we need the ember to save them if anything has happened to them, neither of them answered my calls and I don’t want to risk anything” Uma just pursed her lips, looking between you and the pleading Mal, who looked more worried as time went on.

“Guarantee me, that any single villain kid that wants to, can get off the isle” Mal pressed her lips together at Uma’s demand, wanting to agree but the deal she had made with Beast prodded the back of her mind.

“I-I can’t do that” Mal stuttered, clenching her hands by her sides, watching the ember carefully as Uma rolled her eyes and walked to the edge of the bridge. “Can't do that” Uma muttered, turning and holding the ember over the water “Well how bout now?!”

“Deal!” Mal screamed desperately, not bothering to hide the panic on her face as she held her hands out towards Uma “Deal, deal! I promise every kid will come off, but please!...Please.” Uma looked at Mal carefully, looking for any deception before she relented.

“Fine” Uma muttered, sliding the ember into her jacket “but I’m keeping it, because if you think I trust you to save Auradon on your own” she laughed a bit, giving Mal a once over “Think again” Mal closed her eyes and sighed, at least the ember would be on their side.

“Okay fine, this is fine, we need to go now though, Jay!” he nodded and pressed the bridge button, the magic extending from the broken bits they were standing on towards Auradon. “let’s go, we have no time to lose!” Mal jogged forward, Evie, Jay, Carlos, Celia, and Hadie following close behind, leaving you with Uma.

“When we find the boys, I’m blaming the entire ‘hiding you for 3 years and never telling them’ thing on you, since it was your idea and I would like to stay in Harry’s good graces” you joked, booping Uma’s nose and grabbing her hand to drag her along to follow the others down the bridge.

Uma rolled her eyes and hurried her pace, realizing that things were a lot more serious than she had thought, Mal hadn't even tried to start an argument, only focused on saving Auradon.

-end of p5-

part 5 yall!!!! the vks got the ember and mal discovered something new~!!! her dad! yeah in this Mal legit had no idea who her dad was, all she knew was that he was human and he was banished by her mother for his human weaknesses. so Mal thought her dad was a completely different person due to her mothers lies and just now found out it was a lie an all that. yeah bunch of shit XD so Ben is now a beast and Uma is here~!!!! hope yall enjoyed~!!

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The Ryder Family Info (2021)

General Info

The Ryder’s are a pure-blood wizarding family of hunters that originated from America but have long since moved to the British Isles to escape persecution after a member of the family was revealed to be working with the very scourers MACUSA and the family themselves were hunting down. Their family motto is “The Hunt is Ours.”

Early History

The Ryder’s were said to hunt down anything that could make a profit. Dark witches and wizards, crime lords, the aforementioned scourers and all kinds of magical beasts, but most notably dragons. 

It's said they created a spell strong enough to take down such a vicious and powerful beast, just as long as you aimed at the right spot. It was for this reason that the family crest is a slayed golden dragon on a green bloodied field with a crow flying above it. But the Ryder family soon found themselves paying the price for hunting down these fantastic beasts.

 On what was supposed to be a simple hunting expedition, the entire family ended up being slaughtered by the dragon they’ve been trailing. The only surviving members of the once prestigious and feared family of hunters was one Ophelia Ryder, who only managed to survive the whole ordeal for not even being there in the first place. Having stayed behind because she was pregnant with her second child. Her twin brothers Elijah and Ezekiel Ryder who stayed home to watch over their grandmother and grandfather, and sweet little Calliope Ryder who was too young to go on the hunt. 

It was then that the Ryder family swore to never again come in contact with the very beasts that almost managed to wipe them out for good and focused their attention on other prey. This tragedy put shame on the Ryder family name though, after all, they were hunters not the hunted. 

People started to question their skills and reliability to get the job done and the Ryder’s could not have that. The remaining members of the family trained intensely to prove that they were still the skilled hunters they've always been for generations. Consequences be damned. It was during this period of time members of the family dabbled in the art of occlumency and legilimency. 

It was rumored that the Ryder family did favors for MACUSA back when it was just the original twelve. Favors like tracking down rogue wizards, getting rid of magical beasts and troublesome no-maj’s. It was rumored that the family was even tempted to join the fledgling wizarding government. But a fight broke out between the family, a fight that tore the family in two and was the first instance of in-fighting within the family and the first time they found themselves nearly wiped out. For one of the family members, Adrian Ryder along with his wife and grandchildren were revealed to be working with a group of Scourer’s, The very group of traitorous wizards MACUSA was fighting to wipe out. And Eret Ryder, the head of the family at that time would not stand to have a traitor taint the family name. The fight ended with a bloodied field and a string of dead bodies. Fearing for their safety, the Ryder family fled to Britain and it was there that the family truly prospered. 

Recent Events

In present day, the Ryder’s are still feared hunters but with Ervin Ryder’s disappearance, him being rumored to have joined the dark lord and his involvement with the Cursed Vaults, their reputation has been damaged in the eyes of the public and the family has been deemed ‘mad’ by the majority of the Wizarding community in the UK. 

Traits

The Ryder’s most notable traits are their golden eyes, skin in a variety of shades of brown, dark hair, tall height, powerful build, and having an intimidating aura around them.

Most Ryder’s were known to have great accuracy as well as good instinct and both martial combat and magical combat came naturally to them. This is the result of how a millennium of hunting creatures and later on people have affected their magic. 

Customs

The Head of the Family is almost always the eldest child, regardless if it is a son or daughter. But on rare occasions, the current head of the family may select one of the younger siblings to be the heir if they deem the eldest to not be a suitable leader or if the eldest refuses to take on the responsibility. On even rarer occasions, the current head won’t even choose their own child but a cousin from the family. 

The Ryder’s lead a group of bounty hunters known as The Hunters of Artemis and whose leader is known as the Head-Hunter. The Head-Hunter tends to be the strongest child and it is not uncommon for The Head of the family to also hold the title of Head-Hunter.

First born sons and daughters are often given a name that starts with E (example: Edward, Evangeline, Ervin, Eileen, Elaina, Eliza etc.,). The family holds a belief that names that start with E give birth to warriors.

Although the Ryder’s are a pure-blood family, unlike most pure-blood families, the Ryder’s are not as obsessed with maintaining a ‘pure’ bloodline and focus more on their hunts and training as warriors.

The Hunters of Artemis

A group of Bounty Hunters founded and led by the Ryder Family. The leader is known as the Head-Hunter and wears a golden dragon pin with the moon in the background and an arrow in its mouth on their clothes. Both the leader and the members wear a cord around their neck and for every successful hunt adds an arrow onto that cord. Silver arrows for targets brought back alive and red arrows for those brought back dead.

When the Ryder’s came to Britain, The Ministry were warned by MACUSA that they might be a threat to the statue of secrecy, and so the Ministry did what it always does when they're scared. They had the family hunted down and for the second time, the Ryder’s once again found themselves nearly wiped out. 

The Ministry realized that the family of hunters could be of use and so forced the Ryder’s to swear loyalty to them if they didn’t want their family to go extinct and the Ryder’s accepted. And from then on, the Ryder’s became The Ministry’s loyal hunting dogs and hunted down those The Ministry’s Auror’s and Hit-Wizards could not.

Members are either recruited by the Head-Hunter or were sentenced into joining it by The Ministry if they deemed the criminal guilty but useful elsewhere other than filling the empty cells up in Azkaban.

Rivalries/Enemies

Due to the Ryder’s occupation as hunters and them being highly skilled in the art of combat, not many families or people ever trifled with them. 

The Ryder’s preferred to stay out of ‘pure-blood wars’ viewing them as petty and meaningless and made an effort to stay neutral whenever possible. The last time the Ryder’s got themselves entangled with such a thing, it led to The Wolves Rebellion. A civil war within the family that took place during the 1920s that lasted well into the 1940s that all started because of the family foolishly accepting the request of one Gellert Grindelwald for an audience with the family and whose honeyed words poisoned the minds of the family members and caused them to split in two and would later become the third time the family was nearly wiped out. The Ryder’s greatest enemies were most often themselves.

The only other enemies the Ryder’s had were the Lestranges. When Evangeline Ryder divorced Adhemar Lestrange when she found out her youngest son, Salvatore Lestrange was a squib. Fearing what the man would do to her child, she went into hiding which led to the birth of a bitter feud between the two families. 

Adhemar would later on be killed in a raid led by the Ministry’s Auror’s during the First Wizarding War by Evangeline’s older brother, Edward Ryder, after the former tried to escape and resist capture. The Lestranges have since sworn vengeance against the family and have sent countless assassins after Evangeline and Edward’s children. Resulting in Evangeline raising her children in a sheltered life while Edward personally picked and trained 5 members from the Hunters of Artemis to protect his children at all costs.

Residence

The Ryder’s reside in the family manor located in Northamptonshire. The manor’s entrance has two bronze statues of a dragon with an arrow in its mouth while two wolves stand at both sides of it. The wolves appear to be fighting over the arrow with the dragon. The statues are said to commemorate The Wolves Rebellion and how the then divided Ryder’s fought each other for the title of Head-Hunter and how the dragon was triumphant in defeating the Wolves.

The Manor is surrounded by acres of trees and is protected in a layer of protective spells. When one enters the land surrounding the manor, they are consumed with an overpowering sense of fear. So a Ryder must cast a counter spell on their visitors before entering.

There is a garden out in the back which is well taken care of by Julianna Ryder, Edward's beloved wife and mother of his children.

Taking care of the garden was one of the few things that served to give Julianna some form of comfort after the death of her daughter Elaina and her oldest son's disappearance.

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BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Aylin Nadia Karga

Nickname(s): Lin, Karga, Hades

Age: twenty-eight

Date of Birth: April 13th 1993

Hometown: Antalya, Turkey

Current Location: depends on the mission, but mostly Cairo, Egypt

Nationality: Turkish

Gender: cis woman

Pronouns: she/her

Orientation: romantic and sexual biromantic/bisexual

Religion: atheist

Political Affiliation: none

Occupation: Oracle for Four Hundred

Living Arrangements: various apartments for example in Cairo, Sao Paolo, Madeira, Sylt, Paris, London

Language(s) Spoken: French, Turkish, German, English, Spanish, (Egyptian) Arabic

Accent: a mix of Egyptian Arabic and Turkish

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Face Claim: Hande Ercel

Hair Colour: Brunette

Eye Colour: Dark Brown

Height: 1,75 m

Weight: 64 kg

Build: fit

Clothing Style: Elegant, but at work mostly black, somewhat comfortable so it allows her to be as flexible as possible.

Usual Expression: stoic, maybe a slight smirk, in public more soft but still with an edge so people don’t talk to her but neither suspect or of anything (less intimidating)

HEALTH

Physical Ailments: various scars (gunshot wound in her leg, cuts and other wounds on her side and arm), two numb fingers on her left hand

Allergies: Lactose

Sleeping Habits: survives on however sleep she can get, but usually she sleeps around 6 hours, sleeps lightly, wakes up often

Eating Habits: eats healthy and tries to not eat a lot, tho she has a problem with eating junk food if she’s in another town but Cairo 

Exercise Habits: exercises a lot due to the job, remains fit, jogs almost every day

Emotional Stability: a solid 6, she’s been broken before, never again (at least she tries to think that way)

Sociability: introverted yet social. It’s a weird mix of both. Aylin won’t shy away from company, though she prefers to be alone.

Body Temperature: hot-natured

Addictions: the game

Drug Use: none

Alcohol Use: frequently

PERSONALITY

Label: the femme fatale

Positive Traits: adaptable, brave, passionate, decisive, tough

Negative Traits: aggressive, two-faced, hedonistic, dishonest, Machiavellian, cruel

Goals/Desires: continue her father’s legacy, protect her son

Fears: to lose her son, to lose her position and everything she has worked for

FAVORITES

Weather: sunny, not too hot, clear skies, slight breeze

Colour: green-blue, deep red, black

Music: classical music, Turkish rap, generally a bit of everything

Movies: at the moment she quite enjoys watching kids movies with her son. It’s a lovely alternative to the stuff she sees in real life.

Sport: hunting (I guess, not animals tho)

Beverage: Wine, chai, Glühwein, Coca Cola, orange juice

Food: Burger, Köfte, Döner kebab, apple pie

Animal: lions, hawks, snakes, dogs

FAMILY

Father: Orhan Karga, deceased, former army general & Oracle for four hundred before his death

Mother: Meryem Karga, 59 years old, former model and fashion designer

Sibling(s): Volkan Karga, 25 years old, younger brother -- student

Children: Serkan Karga, 4 years old, son (biological father open as a spot)

Pet(s): none

Family’s Financial Status: rather wealthy, her father made sure to keep his family financially independent even after his death

EXTRA

Zodiac Sign: Aries -  Like their fellow fire signs, Leo and Sagittarius, Aries is a passionate, motivated, and confident leader who builds community with their cheerful disposition and relentless determination. Uncomplicated and direct in their approach, they often get frustrated by exhaustive details and unnecessary nuances.

MBTI: ISTP -  ISTPs are attentive to details and responsive to the demands of the world around them. Because of their astute sense of their environment, they are good at moving quickly and responding to emergencies. ISTPs are reserved, but not withdrawn: the ISTP enjoys taking action, and approaches the world with a keen appreciation for the physical and sensory experiences it has to offer.

Enneagram: Type Eight - Protectors believe you must be strong and powerful to assure protection and regard in a tough world. Consequently, Protectors seek justice and are direct, strong and action-oriented; they also can be overly impactful, excessive and impulsive.

Temperament: Melancholic individuals tend to be analytical and detail-oriented, and they are deep thinkers and feelers. They are introverted and try to avoid being singled out in a crowd. A melancholic personality leads to self-reliant individuals who are thoughtful, reserved, and often anxious. They often strive for perfection within themselves and their surroundings, which leads to tidy and detail-oriented behavior.

Hogwarts House: Slytherin 

Moral Alignment: Neutral Evil

Primary Vice: Wrath

Primary Virtue: Charity

Element: fire

BIO (short, longer version will follow)

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Once a loved child, Aylin grew up in a world filled with wonders. Always protected and surrounded by a great number of bodyguards, she could barely walk a meter without being watched. It didn’t take too long for her to accept her circumstances, especially considering her father’s absence most of the time. As oracle for four hundred he was tasked with getting rid of some of the world’s worst criminals which put a target on his daugher’s back. Unaware of the possible threat, Aylin attended some of the best schools and went on to see her father every now and then. His absence turned her almost bitter and resentful of him, which would change Aylin forever. The loving, laughter loving girl turned into a cold, spiteful monster with little regard for the emotion of others after her own hadn’t been acknowledged properly. Her father, noticing the sudden change in her, decided to train Aylin for a possibility to eventually take over his spot within four hundred. Their training sessions included light sparring, throwing daggers and cardio. Once started, once tasted, Aylin longed to keep on going as this felt like the right call at that time. Fed by her insatiable need for approval and spending time with her father, Aylin did everything in her power to train with him and be a good daughter. Years of training eventually manifested her choices and completely took over her life. Any possibilities to follow into her mother’s footsteps were discarded and only wrath remained. The world didn’t look all rosey after all, so she decided to help just like her father did. Yet fate propelled her into this position far too early. After her father’s murder by one of the world’s most influential forgers, Aylin took over her father’s position. 

Five years in Aylin got pregnant and took a short hiatus from Pantheon. Once Serkan was born her outlook on life changed since she had something to protect now, however the cruelty remained, as did her sudden mood swings. Shaped by a traumatic childhood and mostly neglectful parents she’s made it her mission to protect her son and continue her father’s legacy all while sating her own inner demons -- and to stop being her own worst saboteur and monster. 

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Sheepless Sheep Girl ~Yin Zhi x Reader

Yin Zhi, the 3rd Prince, was a mystery for everyone living in the Palace, no matter their age, gender or even if they were his own relatives. He was truly an enigma that, no matter how much you’d try to decipher, you couldn’t. He was unique, a thorough individualist, and all he’d ever want to do is practice archery, study, read diverse literature books and enjoy a secluded life somewhere beautiful, all alone...Or perhaps, with someone by his side to understand him...

But he’s a weirdo, by everyone’s stuck up and closed-minded views, so he doubts he’d ever find anyone to actually get him and who he is.

He’s the 3rd Prince, after all, and since the 1st Prince died young, and the Crown Prince is a fuckass that everyone hates, people look at him to take up the reigns and become the best candidate to lead.

What a joke.

He couldn’t care less about trivial things like these - Being an Emperor is too much hassle than it’s worth. Too many responsibilities, too many people to hear and please, and way too many women and heirs needed...Too much socialisation, too many voices, lies, gossips, snakes and threats to deprive him of the peaceful life he always dreamt of.

Life, however, is an unexpected turn of events, and what was supposed to be just some basic archery training in some far away forest, and somehow, he ended up heavily injured, his horse running away, and he was barely able to keep himself standing.

He was beginning to hate himself for not telling anyone - Not even his eunuch - About his adventurous trip, so nobody would be looking for him any time soon...And maybe, by the time he is found, he will already be animal food, or dead from this wound overbleeding.

Perhaps sleeping at the base of this old oak tree wouldn’t be such a bad idea...

When he next opened his eyes, however, instead of feeling the hard bark of the tree he was leaning on, he felt himself in a weirdly comfortable...Bed? This couldn’t be...How COULD this be?

He shot up in a wild panic, only to feel a pair of hands on his bare, bandaged chest, pushing him gently back down on the bed. It was a beautiful girl with a gentle, yet exhausted complexion, eyes resembling those of a baby fawn, sweet and wet, filled with a myriad of emotions, and her hair looked shiny, long, let down, reaching below the waist, mimicking a gorgeous cascade.

“Please, don’t move too much. Your injuries were pretty grave. I disinfected and stitched them while you were unconscious, dressed them and...You risk ripping them and overbleeding.” she explained, gently brushing her fingers through his hair, getting it away from his face. “Who are you...? And how did you find me?” Yin Zhi asked in a tired, hoarse voice. “I am just a sheep girl. I found you by the Oak tree when I went out looking for mushrooms. I couldn’t possibly let an injured being die out there, helpless, could I?” she spoke with an amused smile...Her voice was so light and warming...What was so different about this woman that made her stand out so much? She’s no noble lady, she’s just some...Sheep girl, living alone, in the middle of the woods. “And how can a Sheep Girl treat such life-threatening wounds anyway?” his sharp eyes peered into hers, analysing her every single move and reaction. “My parents and I used to be the village’s physicians, so any little health issue would come our way. I may be young, but I have enough experience to treat such basic wounds like yours.” she got up, putting some more wood into the heater and stirring into the pot on the oven a few more times, she put stew in a bowl and taking a spoon, came back to sit by his side. “Then why do you live so far away from the village?” he murmured, getting in a sitting position with the help of the girl. “My...My parents died because of a new disease that struck the village. Many died...And while in that terrible state, my parents begged me to experiment on them to find an antidote...Which I did. It’s just...I got blamed for the deaths, so I was shunned. And here I am. Living out here, away from any problem, worry and annoying, stuck up people.” she shrugged simply, clearly used to the idea and the tragedy that befell her. “I see. I’m sorry to hear that.” the prince muttered, not knowing what to say in such a situation. “Don’t be. That’s how life is...Although, sometimes I miss socialising with actual people, not just with sheep.” she chuckled awkwardly, looking away. “It’s a peaceful place you’ve got here. I wish I could live in a secluded place, away from all the nosy and incompetent people out there.” Yin Zhi spoke out, almost without realising. “Would you mind sharing your story with someone you’ll never meet again, stranger whose name I don’t know?” she took the bowl away from him as soon as he finished eating. “Only if you vow to treat me the same as before.” his look changed into one of warning, but she was not intimidated in the least. “I’ve been away from socialising for a long time. Forgive my lack of manners, but I’ll behave with you the same way no matter the status you hold.” she shot right back, which made him smirk in delight. “My name is Yin Zhi, the Emperor’s 3rd Prince. And what is yours, mysterious physician?” he asked, waiting to hear the name of the brilliant woman taking care of him. “Y/N. Nice to meet you, Yin Zhi.”

Due to the gravity of the injuries, he had to stay for two weeks to recover, and in this time, he was able to discover who this girl really was, from her kindness, to her intelligence, her points of view, her choices in books, in literature, how versed she in sciences, in herbalism and many more.

Not to mention, despite his amusement about the 3 animals, grew fond of the family of sheep. Only one ram, one sheep, and a little lamb, all the named after her and her family.  The lamb, especially, was incredibly playful and affectionate with him, and would always try to stay around him, poking his cheeks with her wet nose, jumping on his lap, running around his legs and many more, which, for some reason, amused the man greatly.

He had so much to learn from this lone woman - In fact, so much more than many of the scholars, teachers, physicians and eunuchs in the Palace could offer him - And so, he didn’t think of his hunting accident as a misfortune, but as as grace from fate.

These two weeks in this place were truly all he ever dreamt of, and more, should he not have been in pain from his wounds, but by now, he was fully recovered, and as a thank you, he properly taught her how to use a bow and arrow, to protect herself and her sheep family from any potential predators, and more, he helped her build a better shelter for them.

However, like all beautiful dreams, one must wake up, and thus, he was forced to return to the Palace, with the promise of visiting again, and also, to help her with anything she needed, no matter the cost.

Yin Zhi cursed how dull Palace life was, and truly, he felt more all here, constantly surrounded by thousands of people, than away n the woods, with Y/N, so he did what he always did to escape reality - Succumb himself into studying and reading, and clearly, staying as far away from people as possible.

Days passed, then weeks, months, and his mind kept flying off to that great, peaceful time when he was all alone, just with her, some animals, away into the forest, and he could read at leisure without being interrupted by these annoying pests.

He almost wasn’t sure how much time passed, until he received a letter from his trusted Eunuch, from someone calling themselves “The Sheepless Sheep Girl” and worry started harbouring in his heart, as he began reading her words.

As stated, some thieves came by while she was away, picking berries from the forest, and killed her sheep, destroyed the crops and stole everything she had, and now she’s helpless, scared and has no clue what to do.

Darkness and anger flooded him for the first time in ages, realising that, to save her, he needed to get her into the Palace, maybe saying she was his new Head Maiden... What a difficult situation they both found themselves into.

Well, why should he care what anyone else thinks, anyway? He’s not going to be an Emperor, so he doesn’t need to be surrounded by concubines, consorts and whatever other useless women or different statuses and ranks that they did nothing to earn, so why shouldn’t she just be given the title of Imperial Physician?...HIS Personal, Imperial Physician?

Sure, only men have the privilege of having this title given, but she’s talented, well-versed and knowledgeable, so there’s no reason why she shouldn’t be able to be HIS Physician, right? She already saved him once, anyway. It’s not like the Emperor could deny or complain about it, considering he never asked for anything, and used his own power and knowledge to achieve everything he wanted.

She won’t even have to leave his Palace, if she doesn’t want to. She is a timid little doe who has no idea of Palace mannerisms, or how cruel everyone in this forsaken place is, and truly, the last thing he wants is to break her soul and taint her bright innocence and purity with the evil hanging around this polluted air.

Nonetheless, she needed to be taken care of, and so she will be, under his wing, without anyone interfering.

As soon as he got back to her place, Yin Zhi noticed how the house was in a terrible state, and she...Her face...It was obvious that she was exhausted. She was barely able to keep herself standing, she was weak, and her face was pink from the crying... This deteriorated state of her made his own heart ache, and that’s when he realised that he wanted nothing more than to protect her and her precious smile. He wanted her happy, by his side. It didn’t matter if she loved him or not, he just wanted her to shine brightly again, just as before.

He had his Eunuch find the best maid for her to attend her every need, and he found some petite girl called Shi Lian, with a soft voice, but very friendly, and with that, at least, he was content.

“Thank you...You did more than I asked you to...How can I ever repay you, Your Grace?” Y/N bowed her head down, speaking in a broken voice, almost as if feeling herself unworthy to be looked at by someone like him. “First of all, never call me that again. It’s only my name, for you, understood? Secondly, look at me, just like you used to. I won’t allow anything bad to come upon you ever again, I promise you. You saved me once...Let me save you now, Y/N.” he extended his hand for her to hold, as a way of asking if she trusts him. “...If it’s not asking for too much...Please take care of me, Yin Zhi. I trust you.” she gingerly held his hand in both of hers, raising it to her face, placing a soft kiss as a thank you. He realised that, compared to all the women in the Palace, her hands weren’t as soft and delicate, but more on the rough said, from all the hard work she had to put into taking care of herself. That’s a truly reliable woman, he thought, as he vowed to make sure she’s pampered at all times. “Anything for you.” his voice came barely above a whisper as he kissed her forehead, hoping she wouldn’t hear his heart’s confession...And yet, the soft blush on her face proved otherwise.

With each day passing, he could see her skin glowing, her eyes sparkling with life whenever she’d lay down at the base of the willow next to the pond as she would read one of the books he had in his library, her smile, dazzling as before, whenever some stray cat would get in his Palace garden and she would play with it, feed it, and somehow end up adopting it...Them...For there were many cats now in his garden, but it’s not like he could complain. He wasn’t the one doing the cleaning in his Palace, and he was content enough with seeing her happy.

She would sometimes play the flute while he was reading outside, or would pick up flowers from the field and make flower crowns for her and Shi Lian...And yet, on one occasion, she put one on his head while he was too absorbed in his reading to notice.

She wasn’t afraid to ask him for help to understand things she didn’t know from books he had that she wasn’t familiar with, and somehow, he never felt irritated by her - In fact, he actually felt his heart warm whenever he had to explain things to her - And the same went the other way around, when it came to science.

Not to mention how thrilled she was when she found out she was allowed to be a physician once again, just like long ago, and even more, she was bold enough to throw her arms around him, pulling him into a hug, that shocked him beyond belief.

And so, one day, when he came home, he brought a little gift for her... A little lamb that he named after her, to remind her of her little sheep family from before.

It made Y/N laugh with happy tears in her eyes, as she started playing around and cuddling the little lamb, even going as far as to let the baby lamb sleep in her own bed with her, and truly, Yin Zhi didn’t think it could get any better.

His life was finally beginning to shift in the right direction, the one he’s always dreamt of...Especially after one night, she lead him up the hill to watch the beautiful moon and the fireflies, holding hands as they lay on the soft grass and observing the stars, pointing out constellations, telling little legends, myths and stories about random things. He couldn’t help but admire her beauty highlighted by the silver light of Mother Moon, and how she looked like a dryad in that flowy, light green dress, and the fact that she looked ethereal without having to wear make up truly made it obvious how she was above them all without even trying.

For the first time in his life he felt completely enamoured, his heart was captured by this unique woman and he couldn’t help but put his hands on her delicate cheeks and kiss her pink lips that resembled the petals of the softest, most beautiful rose. He was never interested in love or women, he preferred to enrich his boundaries and knowledge, but this one...This one was truly something else. She was special, and he was making him feel special without even trying.

There was no doubt about it - She was truly the one. 

And he couldn’t be happier.

It felt like he was living in a fairy tale, the Prince and the Princess, having their happily ever after.

But like any fairy tale, there must always be something bad happening to the Princess.

He wasn’t expecting anything like that to happen - He was sure she barely left his Palace and nobody held any grudge against her. It’s not like she was trying to get up the ranks, or get the Emperor’s favour, she was just a simple girl enjoying the simple life he was offering her.

As he got back home, pissed off for having had to meet up with a neighbouring Princess for the 10th time this week, or, rather said, her father alone, for some reason - Princess that the Empress wanted him to marry, he got in the house, expecting to be greeted by his brilliant lover and her little lamb, or her adopted cats and dogs...But he wasn’t. Instead, he was greeted by a trail of blood that led out in the garden, and to his horror, the girl he held so dear to his heart was sprawled on the ground, he arm extended towards the pond water...

He ran to her, held her in his arms, checking for a pulse, that was faint, but at least there, so yelling for his Eunuch to call for the Imperial Physician, he was able to pronounce that she was poisoned, based on the tea served in the Palace’s tea house, and now, the question came - Who poisoned her?

Of course, the main suspect was her Handmaid, poor Shi Lian, but something in his gut told him that this girl was innocent. Perhaps he wanted to trust her innocence, for it resembled that of Y/N, or maybe he just wanted to trust Y/N’s own trust in her.

Every day and every night, he would be restless, unable to sleep, so he would hold her hand, caressing it, kissing it, kissing her forehead, wiping away the sweat from her face, making sure she’s comfortable, despite the state of agony her unconscious self is in.

“Ricin...” Yin Zhi heard a soft, barely audible voice, struggling to mumble coherently. “Ricin?” he asked again, louder and clear, hoping he didn’t mishear or hallucinate. “Nails...Tea...” she continued, as tears kept streaming down her face, as she was finally able to open her eyes, her breath ragged, as she was fighting with her own body to keep herself awake and coherent. “Ricin...Nails...Tea...So the culprit put Ricin poison in your tea...With their nails? Does that mean it was Ricin powder hidden in their nails, so when they went to help prepare the tea, they mixed it in your cup, correct?” he asked, hoping for an affirmative answer, which is confirmed with a slow nod. “Who was it, darling? Do you remember? A name, a gender, some distinguishing appearance traits?” he pressed again, feeling adrenaline surge through his veins. “Princess...Jealous...Yin Zhi...” she started coughing blood again, clinging on his arm to keep herself grounded, as he helped her drink a glass of water. “A jealous Princess...I know just who you are talking to. Don’t worry, darling, I will solve this and make sure she pays for her sins. Nobody dares harm my beloved dove and gets away with this.” it was obvious he was angry, and rightfully so, and yet, she held onto his arm, not wanting him to leave. “Don’t go...Please...” she whispered, looking up at him with tired, fawn eyes, that melted his rage away. “I will be here until you fall asleep, my dear. I promise.” he kissed her softly, and stroked her hair until she fell asleep with a smile on her face.

He had to deal with this bitch Princess, but he couldn’t just rat her out without being petty and have his revenge. He had to get his physician to prove she had ricin powder in her nails. He could only guess it must have been in her pockets, because a sachet would have been too obvious, so with more help from his darling Y/N, he found out she was wearing a yellow and pink dress with only one pocket on the right, so with the help of his spies, he stole that dress, and his physician found the powder right there.

He won, once again.

And now, it was time for the grand finale, before this stupid Princess would leave. He was going to marry Y/N even if it was the last thing he’d ever do in his life, no matter how angry and disapproving his father would be, or how much the Empress would be against it, since the Princess is from her own family.

So, as soon as Y/N was back in full health again, and discussed things with her, so she wouldn’t feel uncomfortable or surprised at what was going to happen, and so, he took her with him in front of the Emperor and the Empress, along with the Princess and her father, to present his case.

“The 3rd Prince summoned us here for a reason, correct? It is not often that you choose to be surrounded by so many people.” the Empress pointed out with a pleased expression, thinking she knew what was going on. “Your Highness, the Empress chose Princess Ruong Xian to be my bride, for she is of noble birth...Her own bloodline. I do not doubt that she is a capable woman with many attributes...One of this attributes being poisoning and deceiving a harmless, innocent woman, because of her burning jealousy. I do not think someone like her should be the wife of the Emperor’s son.” his voice was as cold and harsh as usual, despite his politeness, which created chaos among everyone. “Poison?! Me?! How DARE you accuse me of something so vile? I’m a woman, I do not study plants and poisons, that’s the work of a physician! And what do I have to be jealous of? This ugly, no name who’s nothing more than a hand maid? She has no way of competing with me!” the Princess’ passive voice twisted into a hideous glare, pointing accusatory at the sheep girl who was awkwardly standing right behind him, fidgeting with her fingers and looking down as to not attract too much attention to herself...More than she already did, that is. “My son, that is a grave accusation you are telling us. Knowing you, however, I do believe you have some kind of proof to prove it. I am listening.” the Emperor spoke calmly, knowing very well to trust his intelligent son who never crosses boundaries, breaks rules or does things for the sake of it. “Physician Li, bring forth the dress. Father, this woman I brought home, Y/N, was poisoned recently, and it was proved that the poison was in the tea. Ricin powder. Barely detectable, unless you are incredibly knowledgeable and used to working with plants and medicine, like Y/N, who was brought up in a Physician home, and continued the tradition. The only way Ricin powder could have been put in her tea was through powder brought on her nails, most likely brought in a pocket, for a pouch would be too obvious.” Yin Zhi explained the theory, which made both the Princess and her father yell at him for the disrespect brought. “You have no proof, 3rd Prince! How dare you accuse my daughter of something so evil? You are tarnishing not only our name, but the Empress’ as well!” her father scowled at him, and he could only give him a cocky smirk. “Your Highness, this dress is the one the Princess wore on the day of the poisoning. If we get it inside out, we can still see some powder inside, that on further examining, proved to be ricin powder, which completely proves the theory the Prince explained.” the physician spoke out, showing everyone the proof, and suddenly, the Palace of Mental Cultivation became quiet as a graveyard. “To think that the Empress’ own blood would dare do such criminal acts in my own palace! This woman, Y/N, has been nothing but helpful for the kingdom and our Imperial Physicians, and you dared attempt to kill her? That simply cannot go unpunished! Guards! Take the Princess and her Father to the Hard Labour Camp and give them 50 canes!” the Emperor rose from his throne, his voice loud and angry, not even blinking from the bloodcurling pitched shrieks of the Princess that were imploring the Prince to save her, nor of her father’s. “Yin Zhi! My darling, please, save me! Please, my beloved! You deserve someone pretty! Someone of high rank! Not some filthy shepard girl! Yin Zhi! My Prince! Please, have mercy! Pleaseeee!” she kept shrieking as she was dragged away, only for the Prince to not even spare her another chance. “As sharp and intuitive as always, my son. I’m proud of you and your choices. I am sure you would make for a great Emperor someday...And yet, I know that is not your wish, nor ambition, unfortunately.” the old man’s voice became more fatherly and nostalgic as he looked at his son. “Father, I thank you for your praises, but I am undeserving. I will be forever grateful for you accepting my decisions, and I hope today you will stand by it once again, for I want to marry Y/N. I know she’s of no royal blood, but since I won’t be an Emperor, I believe she would be the best person for this Kingdom. She is kind, incredibly smart, studies all the time, is well-versed in multiple subjects, including science, healing, poetry and music, she is altruistic and helpful to all people, and, as you said, she has been an incredible asset for the Physicians, and was the one to realise it was ricin powder in her tea, even in her delusional fever-induced state. I only ask for your blessings, father, so please, take everything into consideration when you give your answer.” the Prince spoke up in a bold and firm voice, which made the girl standing next to him blush furiously, as she wasn’t used to so many compliments, as Yin Zhi was one to show his affections indirectly, most of the time, not through words, but with actions. “I see...I can see you are smitten with this girl, and rightfully so. I believe she truly is the perfect choice for you, but with her status, she cannot marry a prince.” the Emperor began, making his son frown, only for the man to continue speaking right away. “That is why, for the marriage to take place, I shall give Y/N the title of Lady Shuyu, the title given to Wise and Virtuous women of the Palace, and I will officially give her the post of the Chief Imperial Physician, specifically your personal Physician, my son. Is that to your liking?” the Emperor’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he saw both his son and the girl next to him looking at him with shock in their eyes. “Thank you so much for allowing our love to continue, Your Highness. You are most merciful and benevolent.” the girl immediately knelt, obviously bewildered at what just happened. “Thank you, Father. You have our eternal gratitude.” he couldn’t speak much from the shock, as he also knelt as a thank you. “You have my blessings, my children. You deserve to be happy.” he smiled kindly, seeing as the left the Palace, holding hands.

Out of the Palace, the girl jumped in his arms, as he held her tightly, kissing the top of her head, finally feeling content and at peace with what was going on. They could finally live together, without anyone daring to utter a word against her, or try to sabotage her. Their life together in partial solitude could finally be a dream come true, as they could have a little house somewhere in the woods, back there where she used to live, if they ever want to escape this royal chaos they had to live in, and even better, they could live with all the pets they wanted, go out together in the dark, watch the fireflies, go for a swim in the lake, read together, practice archery together, all while facing no scrutiny or complaint.

They could finally live the dream life their heart yearned for all this time.

[danifics18]

Ateez as Pirates

Rating: (M) for heavy topics.

   General Masterlist  Ateez Masterlist

Warnings: Mentions of Slave Trading, Prostitution,general misogynistic themes, and general Piracy. Let me know if you feel like I should have any other warnings!!

Hongjoong: 

  Captain

his father was Quarter Master for the Royal Navy

grew up learning about ships and how to run them

also grew up as bffl with Captain”s son Seonghwa and Blacksmith’s son Yunho

their families are extremely close, close enough they all join together at one family’s house for dinner

has an older sister named Yoori

Yoori the headstrong person she is, decided to step in and stop a knight from beating on the town orphan boy, Jongho, for fun

she had been thrown in jail immediately since women aren’t allowed to talk back to men, especially if they are of higher status

the next day in the court hearing, due to the request of the knight, the king ordered she be sold to a nearby town that was known for it’s prostitution ring, in exchange for supplies for the Knight’s Guild  

the night her fate was sealed, the head men of the families announced that they had been making plans to sneak the families away to get away from the tyrannical government

unfortunately they spoke a little too soon and a little too loud

the knight had came back to berate the families for their misfortunes and heard everything

the boys were not arrested because they were only teenagers at the time but the mothers and fathers were

luckily, the boys knew the plan

Yunho’s father had been making extra gear to hide in the boat that Seonghwa’s father had bought and had been hiding with the help of a hermit on the unpopulated side of the island

it was stocked and ready to go with all the supplies they could need

the three boys had packed their stuff as quickly as they could and stayed the night at the hermit’s home

the next day as the ship that Yoori was in left, Seonghwa’s parents, Hongjoong’s parents, and Yunho’s father were all sent to the Gallows

the three boys lingered at the hermit’s for a few minutes in silence after hearing the bottom hatch doors drop, along with their parents

they eventually boarded their ship with teary eyes and left, after giving thanks to the kind older gentleman

after the crew had been fully made, they went after Yoori to save her

yes they were pirates, but the Robin Hood type

they killed anyone and everyone in charge

took all the prostitutes and led them to an island where nothing bad could happen to them ( it was definitely some type of higher powers in the works for that one ) 

Hongjoong is a man who is smart and well tempered

sometimes he can remind you of Peter Pan, if Peter had become a pirate

his crew loves him

he loves his crew

Seonghwa : 

QuarterMaster

not anything too different to say seeing that him, Joong, and Yunho were together at the hip for a long time

he was the captain’s son but he didn’t want that much responsibility

so he let Joong become captain instead

and he does everything else

like making sure orders are carried out and no one is goofing off too much ( looking at San, Wooyoung, and Jongho )

speaking of Jongho

he was the one who discovered the orphan boy in their food supply after they’d left

that was the first time Hwa realized he looked intimidating

the poor boy wouldn’t even look him in the eyes

no one blamed Jongho for anything, Yoori was always a headstrong gal and had no problem sticking up for people who couldn’t do it for themselves

anyway, it took a while for those two to become close

but the other things Hwa does are dividing stolen goods, decides what to take and leave in their raids

and on the odd occasion, he dishes out the punishments

not like making someone clean the deck for a week

but like if a crewmate were to steal something, he would be the one to give out lashings

he doesn’t like it

that’s a big reason on why they decided to be a smaller crew

Yunho :

Boatswain

again not much to say, he was at the hip with the previous two boys

although, when he was younger he was considered a bastard

his mother had passed on when he was little due to sickness

he never let that get to him though

he practically had two extra moms anyways

he was always super bright and lighthearted

once puberty hit he was kind of scared of Yoori though

he heard that women like tall men, and shortly enough, HE became tall

he didn't want the only sister figure in his life to like him like that

so he would walk with his knees super bent if he was around her

eventually she got onto him about it and they sorted everything out

although as he got older he got a lot more playful and flirty with women, and is known for taking his time while gathering supplies in certain villages

he shadowed his father a lot when he worked

so he was good at fixing things

he was definitely the first person who got close to Jongho, due to his easy going attitude

he’s very playful, but when he is in work mode, he is the most meticulous person ever

he triple checks that everything is going well 

 Yeosang : 

Navigator

doesn't know his father

mother was a prostitute who sold him to a slave ship

all he can really remember is life on the slave ship

he was super clumsy due to his clubbed foot

since he wasn’t much help with chores, the captain tried to leave him to die while being tied to the mast of the ship

since he was left in the nighttime for so long, he realized he was good at looking at the stars to see how far they’ve traveled

one night he came to the discovery that the ship had been going in circles after a storm had hit

so of course, him being yeosang

he didn’t say shit

let them suffer

it wasn’t until a pirate raid came to be that he was taken out of his bindings

want to make a guess on who those pirates were?

of course they freed him and the others, took them to their safe island

and Yeosang wanted to be back on water, so he asked if he could join them

once they went over the fact that he has a quick eye for things like that, they let him be the official Navigator

eventually he needed to learn how to fight due to the fact that Navigators were kidnapped so often

and he decided that maybe it will help him fight if his leg were a little more steady

so he enlisted the help of Jongho to cut his leg off below the knee

and since he and Jongho helped prep and take care of it, they both became the medics of the ship ( although Jongho is just the once who does amputations and the resetting bones- Sang is more of the anything else type of medic )

and he’s comfortable with his peg leg

he’s super quick on his feet, and is honestly a really good fighter

San : 

Cooper/Musician/Fighter

he came pretty late so there really weren’t many jobs to do

San, Wooyoung, and Mingi all came in at the same time

San and Mingi lived together with San’s herbalist/spiritualist grandmother

San’s father was a pirate who’d had fallen in love with a mysterious woman that he had saved

in her thanks, she showed him to an uncharted island, showed him how to find the island any time, and allowed him to jot down the coordinates on a leaf of paper 

by the end of the night he’d found out what she was, and was content enough with the life he had lived, that his only request was that she got the leaflet of paper to his mother on his home island

and months later San’s grandmother comes across an infant swaddled in seaweed inside of a makeshift shell bassinet, with a message in a bottle next to the baby

San’s grandmother was distraught with knowing about the death of her only son, but she was glad she was allowed some type of explanation

although, she never got an explanation on how to raise a half-human half-merman

she frequently asked the spirits for guidance on how to raise him, but all went well

Mingi and San have lived together since they were nine and have been best friends since day one

if San isn’t reconstruction barrels for more storage, he’s usually with Mingi helping him finish the work that Jongho dumps on him

he also tries to take over Mingi’s cooking, but he always gets shoved out of the kitchen

when he’s not with Mingi, he might be with Wooyoung practicing sword fighting

Woo and san has a friendship that has definitely evolved over the years

overall they’re very teasing towards another and they can make each other very competitive and very jealous easily

they are known for having a lot of sexual tension

as they got older, although they’ve never dated, they have had quite a few nights together

they’re just two pirate friends who likes each others company, it happens when you’re on a ship full of other men for weeks on end

it was almost fate when Joong had pulled up with the ship to get more supplies

San’s grandmother had just passed away, and the trio felt as if they didn’t have any reason to live on that island anymore

so they explained their talents to Yunho and he agreed to let them talk to Joong himself

although san does a lot more of the mundane stuff on the ship, he is the best fighter ( below Joong and Seonghwa of course )

with all his muscles he gets from swimming, he’s not only incredibly swift, but strong as well

when he doesn’t have anything to do, he jumps off the ship and swims along side the boat

he is also one of the main people who collects medicinal herbs, since he brought on a lot of his grandmother’s books when they left

The island that his mother sent with him is the island that they take all the slaves and prostitutes to

only people with pure intentions can go to this island seeing that it is a safe haven protected by a sea goddess

so every once in a while some slaves and prostitutes are rendered blind and unable to feel any of their surroundings once they get to the island- but Captain always has San take them them to a different island that takes about a week to get to

Mingi : 

Barrelman/Cook

there isn’t much to say for him seeing that most of his life was spent with san and woo

he got sent to live with san and his grandmother after his mother decided she couldn’t raise him practically alone

his father was in the Royal Army but had been critically injured and although he did survive, he depends on Mingi’s mother for even basic things

Mingi realized a year after he was dropped off that it wasn’t because he was a bad kid, it was because he got abandoned

he never had any ill-will towards anyone though

as he got older he definitely understood his mother's reasoning

after a few years with the crew, they did go back to their home village

his father had passed on due to consumption, but his mother had created a new family

although he was slightly bitter about that, he still gave his mother money, and bought some toys and clothes for his new younger siblings

on the ship, he gets along best with yunho

if you can’t find them anywhere, it’s usually because they’re up in the crow’s nest watching the sky and talking about whatever pops up in their heads

Mingi really likes being the barrelman, it gives him a chance to stay fit from all the climbing, the trip down gives him adrenaline, and he likes having his own space to think

but, when he gets drunk, the crow’s nest is off limits

hwa has had to tie him to one of the masts a few times because he wanted to climb up to the top and dive into the ocean like how san does

he’s also the cook

not a good cook

but he’s trying to learn

he kicks anyone out if they try to tell him how to cook

Wooyoung : 

Master Gunner

his parents are traders, and they sell weapons a few times a week at the local town market

he would practice using weapons such as swords, throwing daggers, bow and arrows, guns, etc.

woo got really good at it

so good that he can for sure hit any target with his eyes closed, even if it’s moving

used to fight other kids for making fun of san and mingi when they were younger, until san convinced him to spar with him so he wouldn’t be so hot headed all the time

the last thing san wanted was to find out his other closest friend got hurt or killed because he went off on the wrong person

woo turned the SanGi duo into a trio when they were eleven when he heard them making snide comments about one of the town’s snobby kids under their breath, and woo found it hilarious

due to his parents line of work, he wasn’t allowed to go to schooling of any sort, and wasn’t really allowed to play with other kids either, because his parents feared that the other kids’ parents might try to make a slick move on woo in order to get weapons

but when he brought the duo around, they were fine with them seeing that San’s grandmother was the town spiritualist/herbalist- even if you didn’t believe in what she believed, there was no denying that she helped people one way or another

woo was 100% the reason why not only the trio have matching tattoos, but the whole crew has a matching tattoo

the tattoo is of a Bird’s-Foot trefoil, which is to signify the revenge they hope to get for the people who have been wronged

eventually when san and mingi decided to leave, woo packed his bags right with them and told his parents his goodbyes

his parents were upset, but they weren’t going to question them joining a pirate group that was quickly becoming known

Jongho :

Carpenter

he was the orphan who Yoori stood up for

his parents were hung at the Gallows for being affiliated with Piracy

he was only allowed to live because the priest of the town took pity on him and asked the king to give him a chance

the priest wasn’t exactly a good man, but he made sure Jongho was fed and had clothes and a roof over his head

speaking of roof, his job at the church was to repair anything that needed any fixing- so the priest didn’t have to spend his money on a repair man

he didn’t like the priest because he lied to the people who would go to him for guidance, and then demand a payment from them

it didn’t sit right with him

so that’s why when he saw the ship on the hermit’s side of the island, he decided to hide on it, and get off as soon as they reached a port

it didn’t work out too well

he quickly came to find out who’s ship it was, and his guilt ate at him

he didn’t mean to get caught, but hwa had found him in the food storage behind a barrel of apples that he had been eating from

he was glad when joong decided to let him stay and help him get Yoori back

him and yunho are extremely close, and he listens to him the best

he hates after to patch the sails, so he’s been trying to find a better method to fixing them- but so far it hasn’t gone well

he doesn’t like fighting, but he does have a bit of a talent for it

[knowltonsrangers]

Alphabet: Baker

[a/n: OOF this is a long one! A quick fyi, I’ve got a couple requests I’m working on right now :) but life has been so hectic lately and I’m so sorry I haven’t been around! If y’all want, my inbox is open for this fluff alphabet! Just send me a couple letters & a person 💓]

Ensign (Thomas) Baker x reader

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

Thomas is.. shy, for lack of a better term. In the beginning of your relationship, it’d be soft touches, hand holding and an arm around your shoulders. Although, he shows affection in many ways, not only by touch. The smiles he sends your way are enough to melt you right there.

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

Oh oh oh! he would be like the definition of a genuine, best friend. You know he has your back and will stand by you regardless of the outcome. Thomas is a ride or die, for sure! And on how the friendship would start.. I’d have to say how it was I met my best friend. Imagine just working your job with him, just working shift after shift with him, and getting to laugh out loud with him for hours. The friendship would for sure begin on terms of similarities and small talk.

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

Omg yes! Thomas’ characterization just radiates purity and softness. He would absolutely love to cuddle, and often is the big spoon, but is never opposed to being the little spoon. And on some bad days, you know that he just wants to be held. Cuddling ranges from burrowing into the others sides on the couch, to hugging from behind in bed.

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

YES. We can see in TURN that Thomas yearns for love, and that if he’s found it, he’s yours forever. He’d definitely want to settle down, if you were up for it.

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

I don’t really ever see Thomas being the one to break things off unless it was a situation where he either felt he had to remove himself, or he thought something was by his doing. But, if he had to, he’d do it in person and it wouldn’t be like dropping a big bomb. You’d know, and he would never lead you on in a different direction.

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

Commitment is 100%! But slow on the marriage part. Of course he wants to marry you, and spend the rest of your lives together! He just isn’t the one to propose after one or two years. Give him some time. However, y’all talk about marriage a lot. It’s not something he’s afraid of, it’s something he just wants to cherish and not rush.

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

For his like, extremely intimidating height, he is like the gentlest person. Ever. He’s got calloused hands, sure, but he’s always hesitant that what he’s about to do will upset you in some way. Like he says to Mary, “there is love here, because I know what it’s absence feels like” (I’m paraphrasing pls forgive me) he is so gentle with his actions because he wants to show the love he has for you and that is it, bottom line.

Emotionally.. he’s also the gentlest. He is a shoulder to cry on, a never moving pillar of support. And while you do not have to pry his feelings out of him with a crowbar, you do have to do some coaxing. He never wants to feel like a burden. Pls tell him he’s the best and that he’s never a burden.

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

GUESS WHAT. You lucked out in the hug department! #1 form of affection FR! He does the thing where he’ll hug you from behind & drops his chin on the top of your head. He loves to give hugs, but when you give him hugs... he melts. Wrap your arms around his waist and squeeze him. Tell him how pretty he is. Hugs from Thomas feel like a million bucks, with a tray of never ending affection.

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

Takes him a bit. If y’all met in April, started dating in September, he might just save it for Valentines Day because he’s cheesy. But, sometimes more intimate and emotional moments catch him off guard and he finds himself mumbling it to you. When you’re not around, he says it so casually you’d think he’s told you already. “(y/n)? They’re the best, I love them.”

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

About 25%. He never saw himself as ‘good enough’ (his terrible childhood gave him that horrible impression) so in moments of insecurity he has tiny doubts. But it never lasts for long, because jealousy can’t ever stick in his mind for long. Once you’ve both committed to the relationship? All doubts fly out the window. His bouts of jealousy never last long because he trusts you.

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

OH. MY. GOODNESS-

His kisses are like,,, spectacular?? Fantastic??? Amazing!??!? Hardly a word to describe ‘em. He’ll kiss you just about everywhere in private, but in public it’s mild. Leans down and presses his nose to your temple, and then plants the softest kiss on your cheek.

Thomas.. loves to be kisses on the nose.

HEAR ME OUT FOR JUST ONE SEC..

Can you imagine just starting to boop his nose, just to be funny. Mainly cause when he looks down at you it’s funny to reach up and boop his nose.

And then, when y’all are on the couch, just sitting and chillin, you reach up and kiss the tip of his nose.

He gets weak in the knees every time.

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

He’s the absolute best! Thomas gets down on his knees and will chat along with little children. Have a baby niece or nephew? He’s still as a statue holding them, but they always fall asleep in his arms every time. He is the best around children, because he’s used to being surrounded by them. Being raised in an orphanage taught him to have the patience of a saint. Children just gravitate towards him, because he radiates kindness.

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

Thomas is early to bed and early to rise. He prides himself on a good nights sleep to have a good day. When he sleeps in past his alarms, something is bothering him.

But on the topic of how mornings are spent.. they are full of drowsy kisses and breakfast being made and eaten together. The kitchen is the heart of the household, and that’s why mornings are so meaningful.

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

While never opposed to a nice dinner or outdoors date, many nights are spent together binging tv shows and movies. (Especially during quarantine!) I’ve mentioned this before, but I HC Thomas to be a huge horror/slasher movie fan. If that isn’t your thing, don’t worry! Thomas loves all genres. Sappy rom coms, comedy, action, adventure-your pick is perfectly fine with him! He just enjoys your company, and if date night is a movie and take-out, he’s over the moon about it!

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

It doesn’t take too long, per se. Many things he is open about, not knowing his mother, being raised in an orphanage.. he’ll tell you these things when your relationship starts, not extremely fast. But fairly quick. Other things about his life, that’s a whole other ball park. Getting him to open up is a bit harder, but not impossible.  

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It would take a really low blow to anger Thomas. I really don’t have much to say on this one. Because although he can get angry, he try’s hard to be passive in most arguments. He doesn’t want to ruin anything, so if it’s a silly argument, he’ll find a compromise. If it’s more serious, he usually announces he needs time to think, and he’ll slip away to do some.

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

Yes yes!! You will tell him your shoe size ONCE and he will remember it forever! Swear he has photographic memory. He’s so good at birthdays, anniversaries, holidays-all these little facts you share about yourself are all stored in a part of Thomas’ brain.

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

When you told him you loved him back. Yes, he’s said it to you, but you saying it back? Or whomever says it first, maybe it’s you. Doesn’t matter, because either way hearing those three words come out of your mouth is enough to send his heart into his throat. The feeling of being loved is so overwhelming. He will always use that memory as a crutch in hard times, because you both felt so vulnerable to the world yet full of absolute hope.

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

Not overprotective at all. He’s not overbearing, but of course if someone was being degrading or negative towards you, he wouldn’t hesitate to defend you. If you can defend yourself, he’s behind you silently cheering you on.

Like mentioned before, Thomas is a rather intimidating man apon first glance. Although he has never picked any fights, he’s had to dodge a few. If you defended him, he’d feel his heart swell. “(y/n), it’s okay, really,”

But he’d never forget it, ever.

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

About 200% and then some. He is a SWEETIE and wants to show how much he loves you!

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

Doubting. Can ruin his own day with the clouds of doubt and rampaging thoughts that take over his mind. He’s gotten much better at it, but he needs some guidance every once in a while. Be his light at the end of the tunnel, guide him home!

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

Basically at a 0% concern. He’s always considered himself average looking (and you disagree with him on that all day long!) he dresses like any man of the time, and looks absolutely handsome all the time. Call him pretty all you like, because it makes him blush. He’s not changing how he looks to impress you, because you’ve made it abundantly clear you love him just the way he is.

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

Oh, yes. If you were ever away from him, no matter the reason, he’d feel like a piece of his heart was missing. You’re his other half, he needs you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He loves everything about the wintertime, but his favorite has to be when you steal his jackets and hoodies. He finds it so endearing and downright cute.

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

Lying and dishonesty.

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

He’s an early riser, but he’s a bit guilty of reading before bed and when he wakes up.

Although, when you both share a bed, he’s curling himself around you. He can’t sleep any other way.

[7team7]

Choosing Fate: Chapter 7

Accidentally on purpose. // Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

A/N: I absolutely adore and cherish student-mentor relationships so I really wanted to put Tsunade in here to develop that for Sakura like she is really only surrounded by her stranger family so she needs Something/Someone else there. This also marks ssk turning away from being overly devoted to his clan. More on that in the note at the end, enjoy this chapter and happy birthday to the king!! <333

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Sasuke was running a quick errand for his mother when he saw her.

The blonde hair and amber eyes were unmistakable — Senju Tsunade was back in Konoha. For what reason, he didn’t know, didn’t care, but he hurried home to tell Sakura anyway.

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“You need a teacher,” Sasuke’s voice sounded behind her.

She jumped, scattering dried leaves across the table by accident. Did he read her mind? She was encountering a road block: she didn’t know enough about the poisonous properties of plants, always being told to stay away from them, but never study them. And she couldn’t just test things out herself or on others. So she was stuck for now.

“I thought you were my teacher,” she teased lightly.

“I still am,” he muttered, not meeting her eyes at first. Their tutoring sessions had evolved into quiet discussions that he found more and more difficult to tear himself away from. He cleared his throat, “I found someone else for you. For this.” He waved his hand to gesture at the herbs strewn all over the tabletop.

She brightened visibly, “That’s perfect! I thought I knew more than I actually did. I’m scared of making an actual fatal error. But I want to continue — at this point I feel like I have to.” She chewed her lip, already thinking of the ways one could easily mess up with which plants you consumed. She could only hope that her knowledge of healing improved alongside the new deadly concoctions she hoped to create.

Sasuke nodded in understanding. “I wouldn’t suggest this if she wasn’t the best. You’ve heard of Senju Tsunade, correct?”

“Of course I have, who hasn’t? Is she back in the village? I’ve always wanted to speak with her. Do you know her well enough to ask her this favor?” Tsunade was a busy, intimidating woman. She wouldn’t say yes to just anyone.

“Not really. And the Senjus and Uchihas don’t have the best history together. We’ll consider this a new start.” If his plan failed, he didn’t know what the hell he would do next.  

She tilted her head in question, “Do you really think she’ll agree to this then? I’m an Uchiha.”

Sasuke’s face softened for a moment when he said quietly, “But you’re different. I’m sure she’ll say yes to you. Everyone likes you.”

To cover up her sudden bashfulness, she started to babble and clean up her workspace. “Oh, um, sure. Let’s hope. So, can we go to her today? Time is of the essence!” It took some effort, but Sasuke’s visage shifted back to neutral. He should probably help her, but watching her gather herself was strangely endearing.

“Hn. We can go as soon as you’re ready.”

Apparently going alone was still not an option, but she didn’t mind the company.

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Sakura’s stomach was knotted with nerves. Who was she to demand such a thing from such a woman? But this was the only way. She would not back down.

Sasuke kept his pace even, but noticed the way Sakura kept her hands clasped tightly behind her back. It was surely exciting to think of being in the presence of such a legendary master, but her status only made the confrontation more intimidating.

He struggled to find words to comfort her and it was only when they reached Tsunade’s doorstep did he manage a clipped, “If she says no we’ll just have to find someone else.”

Sakura nodded shakily, even though she knew there would be no one else who could compare. He stood back while she knocked. One moment, then two passed until the door was wrenched open from the inside.

Tall and imposing, the famous woman’s reputation could not be overstated. “And who are you?” Sasuke nodded at his wife when she glanced his way.

“My name is Uchiha Sakura and I want to become your student,” she said quickly but with clear resolve. She ended with a deep bow.

“Oh get up,” Tsunade said lazily. Sakura looked stunned as her rose hair swished in front of her vision on the way up.

“Yes ma’am.”

She stuck a finger under Sakura’s chin, appraising her, “Uchiha huh? You certainly don’t look like one.” If anything, the girl could claim distant Senju relations.

“Yes ma’am. I used to be Haruno Sakura, but Sasuke and I married recently.”

Only then did Tsunade’s attention shift to Sasuke standing stoically like a sentry behind Sakura.

“Uchiha Sasuke, you’re one of Fugaku’s brats aren’t you? It’s been a long time.”

His mouth twisted, “My father..does not know about this yet,” he offered. It was as good of an olive branch as he could give at the moment.

Tsunade crossed her arms over her chest, “Why?”

Sakura looked taken aback. “Why? Um, it was an arranged marriage so-”

“No, no. Why should I be your teacher?”

The younger woman straightened her spine, “Because I already have minimal healing knowledge from working on my parents’ land and I’d like to learn more from the most knowledgeable woman in all of the nations. I’d also like to learn about poisons, something I can only successfully do under your watch. I believe it’s important for women to be able to protect themselves, no matter the method. This is mine.”

“Uh huh,” the blonde nodded thoughtfully. Her eyes flickered between Sasuke and Sakura. Some nerve he had coming here, but the girl seemed genuine. This couldn’t have been good for that famous Uchiha pride.

With a strange mix of pity and admiration for Uchiha Sakura, Tsunade clicked her tongue and said, “Okay. Meet here tomorrow morning.” Then she slammed the door shut.

Sakura blinked; even Sasuke was surprised. But she soon regained her composure and a grin split her face open, “Alright then. I’ll be here tomorrow.” She turned back towards the road and beckoned to Sasuke. “Let’s go.” He followed.

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When they got home, Sakura called over her shoulder that she’d go and tidy up her herb collection to bring with her tomorrow.

She waltzed into their bedroom humming a sweet and simple tune. He watched her back all the way until she disappeared from view. He decided to make his way into the kitchen to brew some afternoon tea for the two of them.

His father sat at the table with his arms crossed tightly. He didn’t seem angry — yet. But suspicion hung in the air. “Where were you two today?”

“Getting help for Sakura.”

“Is there something wrong with her?”

Sasuke hated playing games so he sighed and told him the whole story: “We went to see Senju Tsunade. She’s taking Sakura as an apprentice to teach her about medicine and poison. It’ll be good for her. She’s eager to learn.”

“What a shame that there isn’t a more suitable teacher for her, someone who isn’t a Senju.”

“There’s no one better, regardless of clan considerations. What’s done is done.”

“Don’t you betray us like this, son,” Fugaku warned.

Sasuke hissed, “I think I know what’s best for me and my wife.” He loves his family but he had been growing frustrated with their ideals and hunger for power. He wasn’t sure when he separated himself and Sakura from everyone else.

“Watch your tone.”

Sasuke didn’t respond and left the kitchen without the tea he had originally come for.

He nearly ran into Sakura when he walked into their bedroom. His hand shot out to grasp her shoulder and steady her. Their chests were nearly touching; could she feel his heart about the leap out of his chest?

“Sasuke,” she breathed.

“I wanted tea.”

“I heard everything.”

He let go to run a hand through his hair. She stepped back slightly and he could breathe again. “Don’t listen to him.”

“You already told me there’s bad blood between the clans, I suppose it’s to be expected.”

“But that doesn’t excuse the way he’s always trying to control me,” he snarled lowly. Sakura was now an extension of himself. Anything Fugaku did to one would affect the other.

Hesitantly, she placed what she hoped was a reassuring hand on his shoulder, “Don’t worry about it. I’m going to do this no matter what he says. I can talk to him too, if that would help.”

He didn’t move away from her hand so she kept it there. “As you should. But it’s not your fight.”

Her hand started slowly moving up and down his arm; his muscles were so firm beneath her fingertips! “That doesn’t mean I can’t help you. I am your wife, after all.” Her voice had become incredibly soft and the surrounding air became thick.

He gave her a peculiar look that she couldn’t quite read. “My wife. That’s right.” He glanced down at her hand and she withdrew like she was burned, but he was faster. He clasped his fingers around her wrist and glanced between her dainty fingers and parted mouth. He made his decision.

Almost like an experiment, he pulled her closer and tilted his head. “My wife,” he repeated softly. It felt good in his mouth, gentle on his tongue. He leaned in and kissed her on her plush lips. His wife, objectively beautiful and smart and lovely, was standing here before him and he had never done this. What a fool he was.

He pressed into her more firmly, closing his eyes for a fleeting moment. But for Sakura, it felt like an eternity. His advances weren’t unwanted, but she froze in shock. She finally managed to place both hands back on his broad shoulders and deepen the kiss.

It was only for a moment, though, because Sasuke seemed to remember what he was doing and he jumped backwards.

“I didn’t — it was an accident,” he said quickly. As if the intention wasn’t radiating off his body in waves. Now she learned something else about her husband: he was a terrible liar.

Really, Sasuke never did anything unless he wanted to; this was growing truer by the day as he finally started to figure out what exactly he wanted from life. Sakura’s curiosity had rubbed off on him.

Her fingers lingered by her tingling mouth, “It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize.” She was getting better at understanding him and his ways of speaking: he meant to say, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.

“So it’s settled,” he said stiltedly, trying to change the subject back to the safe topic of finding her a teacher.

She nodded, her skin starting to glow gently, happily. Feeling emboldened by their “accidental” kiss, she reached up and pecked him on the cheek, “Thank you, Sasuke-kun.”

He nodded tersely; if he was blushing before, he was on fire now. He turned on his heel and left the room, muttering something about plans and chores and tea.

She watched him go, shaking her head with amusement and affection. Why was her husband so cute like this?

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A/N: Sneaky accidental but also not accidental kiss hehe I know people are waiting for some spice but this is not the chapter for it obviously HAHA thanks for your patience (and unless I don’t remember my own story that’s the first time she calls him ssk-kun) Anyway, I think another point of tension for Sasuke will be grappling with his individual desires vs community. We know that he’s big on family but the purity of the clan is being questioned and it’s interesting to see him realize that Sakura is family and he cares for her even if she’s just one person >_< ssk why are you so cute?? But yeah, by the end of the story his values and beliefs will have come into question whereas sakura will feel more confident in what she thinks and believes in. Ultimately they grow together and we mf love to see it!!

[stellar-imagines]

; [ OC ]伊平雪代 (Ihei Yukiyo)

General Name: Yukiyo Ihei (伊平雪代) Gender: Female Age: 21 Birthday: August 19th Height: 160 cm Relatives: Kiyoko Ihei (Twin Sister, Deceased) Miwa Hyakuya (Cousin)

Appearance Yukiyo is a beautiful woman with many characters, including Giyuu, have been left speechless by her attractive appearance. When she visits the butterfly estate for checking Tanjirou's group status, Zenitsu and Inosuke was stunned by Yukiyo's beauty, she has straight, long silver-gold hair with bangs that reaches her nose, almost covering her right eye, the majority of the time she let her hair loose, but sometimes she's seen with her hair tied in a bun with a sakura kanzashi (Japanese hairpin, it was her sister's), with a ghostly complexion. Her eyes are violet amethyst, although it is not consistent and often varies, depending on the light and surroundings, from a light pinkish violet to a deep violet, she wears the standard black Demon Hunters uniform along with a gradient, white and light blue haori with red higanbanas (spider lily)

Personality Yukiyo is polite, well-spoken, filled with quiet determination, and noticeably dangerous, sometimes intimidating her enemies or even her comrades. She is quite level headed, rarely seen to lose her cool or be at a loss of what to do no matter how bleak the situation seems to be. Her will is remarkably strong, managing to remain so outwardly calm after Rengoku's death. Yukiyo cares deeply for her comrades, her only living relative Miwa and the Kamado Siblings, seeing them as the last remnants of a family she cannot afford to lose.

She also appears to have a soft spot and a deep fondness for children, her determination to protect her beloved ones as much as possible have contributed greatly to her phenomenal skills as a demon slayer, but she remains humble and refrains from putting on airs displaying arrogance. Yukiyo has a strong sense of right and wrong, doing everything she can to make her most impulsive friends to follow what she thinks is the right track.

Despite that, she knows well that she cannot always sway them in decisions and makes it a point to follow them whenever they go, just so that she can be around to help out when trouble arises. Despite her solidified behaviour, Yukiyo is not completely immune to the effects of her emotions: Her strong feelings for her beloved ones, particularly when they are in harm's way, does at times cloud her judgement in fury -sometimes to the endangerment of herself and others.

Like other demon hunters she kills the demons without hesitation and and in the most cruel way possible, showing no mercy towards them, slaughtering them indiscriminately with obvious apathy, callousness and indifference, getting to the point that she is capable of even behaving sadistically, even vindictively. Also Yukiyo shows tender and docile emotion and at times can appear quite vulnerable, at least in private, and she have a sarcastic sense of humor, which it mainly shows when she's with Giyuu Tomioka, Shinobu Kochō, Kyōjuro Rengoku and who she's comfortable around, and she sometimes enjoys to tease people in her same sarcastic way.

Background Yukiyo's family was known to inherit the Breath of Snow Style (for females) and the Breath of Ice Style (for males) and as well their distinguished appearance, some say that they're were gifted with powers from the gods (due to they distinguished way of fighting and unusual skills), others claim that they're the demons themselves, Yukiyo was the older sister with her twin sister Kiyoko and has two younger siblings, Kousuke and Akane, one day her family (Her Father, Mother, Kousuke and Akane) were killed by demons, and then she and Kiyoko were saved by her grandmother Tsubomi, and later take care of them.

Tsubomi trains the twins the Breath of Snow Style, later they were send to Urokodaki to train with him to an opportunity to create a combination style with water and snow and then the twins meets Giyuu and Sabito (Kiyoko had a crush on Sabito), in the final selection, same as Sabito, Kiyoko dies, leaving Yukiyo alone with Giyuu alive, at her 16 she along with Giyuu saved her cousin Miwa from a demon who killed her family, later Miwa becomes Yukiyo's tsuguko and lives with her and Giyuu.

Story Appearance TBA

Character belongs to anzaisaki

[auroraicefieldarchive]

The wind blew hard. His hair was flying everywhere, even though it was up in a ponytail. He couldn’t do a thing with his bangs. His scarf blew as well, but he had no intentions of taking it off. The wind brought him back to another time. A time from very long ago. Painful memories that always swirled back into his head when there was a massive windstorm, which thankfully, wasn’t too often of an occurrence.

Bark had been just a child. Just a little kid, and a skinny kid at that. He came from a family of prestige, to have a skinny son was a nightmare for his parents. In polar bear society, being large was considered to be desirable. Being able to hunt was a skill every man needed to have. Those were both things Bark didn’t have. His name wasn’t even Bark back then. Bark was just the name he went by. A mercenary name. He’d created it when he moved to the southern regions of the planet with his newly formed team at the time.

Bark’s real name was Amaqjuaq. It meant, “strong one’. To this day, only Nack and Bean knew his real name.

His parents had high hopes for him when it was discovered that he had super strength. He destroyed things due to not being able to control it. From a young age, he took up archery, as a means to control that strength. Back in the old days, he would just break the bow. But as he got older, and grew more in control of his hands, he began to limit how much strength he used in one hold. It was a good thing to learn, so he didn’t hurt anyone.

He never wanted to hurt anyone.

But he wasn’t a fan of the food polar bears generally ate to gain weight. He couldn’t stomach very much of it before he got sick, and because of that, he was pretty small for a polar bear. As he got older, he got yelled at every meal. He’d discovered something that didn’t taste bad. Fish. He’d caught one by accident, and enticed by the scent, took a bite. It was heavenly. And back then he didn’t even know you could cook them. So he’d go swimming and catch fish that way, have something to eat, then go home and be expected to eat something as poor tasting as seal blubber.

Then the shouting would begin again. Almost all day every day. His parents would yell at him, and even at each other, claiming the other had done something to him in his formative years to make him skinny. It was turbulent, and speaking only got him a slap in the face. So he learned to stop talking. Completely. If he didn’t talk, he wouldn’t get hurt. That was how the world worked for him.

It was his grandfather that taught him how to fish. He confessed his eating habits to him, as his grandfather had been very kind. And his grandfather had taught him how to fish the proper way, rather than just diving in and trying to catch them in his teeth. And he grew to love that as well. Just watching the auroras streak by while waiting for a bite. He was at peace when he was alone, in nature. When he got home, that’s when the stress began.

It was cold. Because he was so skinny, it was dangerous to go in the water. Thick fat was an important part of keeping warm, especially in the ice cold sea. It was how polar bears insulated themselves. It wasn’t just about culture, it was about staying alive. Just as hunting was. He’d never tried hunting a wild animal, but he was getting to be a pretty good fisherman.

As he grew older, his grandfather did as well. And eventually, he did pass away. Rumor had it that you could see the spirits of your loved ones if you climbed the tallest ice peak. He considered that sometime ago, but it was too cold, and dangerous. Without someone in his family who loved him, and defended him, the fighting got even worse. Fighting seemed to be all he knew. And he was growing a resentment for the world because of it.

All he wanted was a peaceful life out on the ice fields, and instead, he got fighting. Always fighting. Always yelling, even though he never spoke up himself. He’d only talked to his grandfather, and without him, he had no reason to speak ever again. So he didn’t. His family lost their status in prestige when it was discovered that their son wasn’t any good at polar bear activities like hunting mobini seals.

They had to move into a smaller home, they couldn’t afford the fancy trinkets in life anymore. And that was when he started getting hit. And it taught him, if he didn’t hit first, he would get hit back. And it hurt to get hit. It was scary to get hit. He had to be the one to hit first. And with his strength, he left a pretty solid mark on his father one day. He hadn’t meant to use that much strength. He didn’t even want to hurt anybody. But he was getting hurt, and he had to fight back somehow, someway.

After that, he got hit with objects, rather than his father’s hands. Which he easily broke, until most of the furniture in the house was ripped or torn in some way or another. That was when his anxiety hit the roof. He didn’t want to go home anymore. He’d been living off of fish for a while. Just a few here and there, being as thin as he was, he couldn’t eat much. Which meant bad things in terms of polar bear society. At twelve years old, he packed his fishing rod in his sack, took a few keepsakes, like the scarf his grandfather had given him to combat the cold. And he was gone, during the dark months of winter.

The wind was frigid then too, and for his thinner body, it affected him. He could see through the blizzard, any living polar bear could because of a special coating on their eyes. But it was cold. And that was what he was reminded of today, during this intense windstorm. Reminded of just running. Running until he couldn’t run anymore. And then, he collapsed in the frigid  blizzard, shivering, crying silently.

Scared.

But he survived. And he vowed to become the biggest, most ferocious polar bear in all the arctic. He would prove that he wasn’t worthless, somehow. And if anyone crossed his path, he’d fight. He’d kill. He’d consume the fresh meat. He hated the world. Hated people. The only thing he cared about was the beautiful world around him. And out in the wilds of the Aurora Icefields, you didn’t have to interact with any sentient people. There were mobinni animals to eat, and fish to catch.

That was all he did. He’d eat, sleep, and travel. As he got older, he really grew into the scarf. It didn’t hang so loose anymore. He grew big, as a polar bear was meant to be. He grew to be a great hunter, through a lot of trial and error. Through a lot of injury. Amaqjuaq was dead, and gone. He named himself Bark, after the intimidating growling noises he made towards any living thing that crossed his path. He didn’t speak at all, for many years. Wasn’t necessary when you lived in isolation from the world.

All he needed was food, and nature. Anything else, he’d fight against.

That was what this windstorm made him think of, and he shuddered at the foul memories that haunted his mind. Maybe it was time to go home for now. Be surrounded by the two people in the world who actually cared about him, miraculous as that was. The two people he could actually communicate with. The two people whom he would protect until the day he died.

And that put a smile back on his face.

Time to go home.

[thethreemages]

Two, four, six, eight, time for yet another bio ref update~! ;D This time, the royal heirs to each of the new official countries I’ve created for the world map of The Three Mages” (as seen here).

More info about their characters can be found below:

-Princess Embyr (age 20) is the heir to the kingdom of Nydor, with some rather intriguing origins compared to some of her peers. Born out of wedlock with an appearance greatly differing from the average Nydorian citizen (as they'd usually be more gaunt-looking with muted haircolors, Embyr's thicker shape and bright red hair made her easily stand out among them), there were rumors spreading that Embyr could've possibly had a Daemon (who are said to be the dark counterparts of Fae Saints) as her father through some "unholy union". Neither Embyr nor her mother Vira ever confirmed/denied these rumors, as what mattered most was that they both lived in relative peace and comfort even in the ominous environments of their home country. As Embyr got older and her magic became more volatile, her protective mother reluctantly agreed to let her little girl attend St. Ravilda's to better-hone said magic. Though Embyr could easily be counted among the stronger students with her being cast as a "Meteor Mage" (allowing her to summon explosive balls of magic energy in combat), Embyr's bigger interests more lie with being an up-and-coming model... wanting to show the world that even someone who comes from a "scary" region like Nydor can exemplify beauty and grace as well as any other pretty-face celeb. To others, Embyr is known for being a pretty fun-loving and chill girl to be around... though if pushed enough even she can show her snarky mischevious side, almost coming across as a "cool big sis" figure . Was fairly popular among her peers at Ravilda's, with even Prym deep down considering Embyr one of her first "girl crushes" (though it didn't lead to anything else beyond a crush, as the girls are now mere casual friends at best). As much as she likes to look her best with a "sexy goth" appeal, Embyr herself actually identifies more on the Gray-Ace sexuality spectrum (though wouldn't mind a more romantic relationship if prompted for it). -Prince Alyx (age 16) is the heir to the kingdom of Kronia, and is the only one currently still in school as he's in his middle-late years of Ravilda's. A top student he is in terms of grade point average and studies... though as far as socializing is concerned, he's basically a total mess. Mostly spending his days huffing away like a snooty brat from everyone, preferring to stay indoors in his own personal "lab" while not really caring much for keeping himself "neat and tidy-looking", even for his royal status at home. His mothers tend to be pretty coddling and baby-ing over him, leaving him nothing short of embarrassed enough to try and find a way to make his own path now that he's alone at school. Two of his biggest "rivals" at school are Princess Zia and her friend Noira, whom both consider Alyx to be a total annoying geek while Alyx likes to rudely butt in with his own snobby comments at their antics. Hailing from a high-tech country like Kronia, Alyx found himself specializing as a "Gravity Mage", being able to levitate any number of objects as he wants (though he still has yet to balance the really heavy stuff like vehicles or buildings, much to his dismay). He's currently unsure of his own sexuality/romantic orientation as of yet, being far too busy with his studies to fully expand on that part of himself. -Prince Masyn (age 19) The crowned prince of Coronus, he is a soft-spoken and gentle young man who has a deep love for cats and even deeper love for reading old medical textbooks left behind by his late mother. Even though he is a bit more sensitive and shy than his boyfriend or father, Masyn has a sweet and caring nature that makes it hard for people to dislike him, and while he is struggling to find his own voice among his father's council, he does want to do what is best for his people. Despite many girls fawning over him due to his kind nature and handsome appearance, he is currently dating Prince Cole in secret... as they've known eachother as the best of friends throughout their years at Ravilda's together until finally coming to terms with their feelings near graduation time. In his time at school, Masyn was able to hone in his abilities as a "Sand Mage", being able to control any collection of dust and debris into swirling vortexes in combat. -Prince Cole (age 19) The crowned prince of Valemont, he comes off an intimidating and aloof young man who is quite proud to come from a long line of warriors, but he is actually a socially awkward and genuinely kind person who just has a hard time expressing his own feelings. Even though he does come off as more insensitive and bold when compared to his boyfriend, and he does have a bit of a snarky streak, he does want to make his people proud by becoming a good king someday. Despite him being considered handsome by many girls and guys alike, he is currently dating Prince Masyn in secret and hopes to find a way to be closer together with him even with their countries feuding against eachother. With Masyn's help, Cole was able to unlock more of his skills as a "Water Mage", specializing in summoning freezing jets of water to circle around his foes. -Princess Xoe (age 18) is the heir to the kingdom of Laveras, and a childhood friend of Dyani's as both their families were close together in the royal council. A bright, cheerful and energetic young woman, Xoe's always been up for the most adventurous challenges in life including traveling the world for some mage-exploring fun. With most other Laveras citizens at home being more stoic and collected in themselves, Xoe couldn't resist jumping on the chance to be free more at Ravilda's to express herself however she wants. To actually be allowed to smile and laugh more, run around the school without a care in the world with her "Speed Mage" abilities, as well as her own eventual realization/coming out as a transgender girl. Though as much as she likes being out and about from school and home responsibilities right now... she also deep down misses Dyani being there at her side since the girl has left to start her own singing career. Hopefully if they ever cross paths once more, that she'll be able to get it through to Dyani that her best friend is right there to have her back if she needs it. Her sexuality might be leaning on the Pan spectrum. -Queen Meirin (age 19) or "Rin" as she is known by her loved ones, is the unexpected teenage queen of Tianjin after her parents were unexpectedly killed via an assassination by a group of rogues. Formally being a typical, fun-loving teen girl with her own dreams of stardom... Meirin had to quickly give up those dreams to take up her parents' mantle fast, as her greedy grandfather had hopes of controlling the throne for his own schemes... causing Meirin to quickly close herself off as a colder, determined queen. Luckily Rin at least still has her more humble, caring uncle (who was unable to take the throne himself as the documents detailing his royal birthright mysteriously vanished one night) to look after her as she prepares herself for the duties of ruling Tianjin. Though she may not be the most vibrant and smiling girl around, Meirin's friends still consider pretty cool to hang with as Meirin's not only got some fun style and flair, but her blunt sense of sass and sword-fighting skills (which she picked up from former-mentor Taiyin Zhou during a time when Rin's "Wind Mage" abilities started faltering) were truly to reckoned with. Though she's got alot on her plate back at home, deep down Rin hopes to someday find a way to bring back some true fun and excitement in her life... and maybe somehow, some freedom to go with it too. Like Alyx, she hasn't really had the time to fully figure out what her own sexuality/orientation might be. -Princess Autem (age 21) is the heir to the kingdom of Efornia, and the first person to leave Elas' old mage group, as her sick mother had just passed away at the time and she felt like she needed to be there to tend to her younger sisters back home. Though she spent most of her earlier Ravilda days as a spacey, kinda air-headed girl... nowadays she's more firm in being like a maternal, doting figure for both her family and friends to look up to. Part of Autem always had some trouble fully opening up her feelings about certain things, not helped by how controlling and traditionalist her father can be. As her own mother was once an aspiring doctor in life, Autem hopes to take up her mantle to someday find a cure for some of the deadliest diseases spreading afoot in Terra... most specifically, one certain disease that mysteriously took the lives of not just Queen Elianne, but other innocents surrounding Graystone so many years ago. When she's not concocting potions and remedies for others, Autem's got some other useful abilities in her powers as an "Earth Mage", summoning mighty plants and flowers to assist her when needed (something that kinda made her and Rosabel brief rivals during their time at Ravilda's, as Rosabel is an Earth Mage too yet ironically Autem tended to score a higher grade-average than her). Her sexuality might lean towards the Pan spectrum. -Prince Hakem (age 23) is the heir to the kingdom of Vul-Dor, and one of Finn's oldest friends during their time at school, though they did lose touch after Finn joined Elas' mage group a few years back. Much like his childhood friend, Hakem is a laid-back and gentle teddy bear of a giant who is far too chill and nonchalant for his own good sometimes, as he barely reacts to all of the weird shit that goes around him when he hangs out with the other royal heirs. Though he can come off as this eerily calm and almost soft-spoken person who is quite smart for his age, he is actually a mischievous and cheeky know-it-all who loves mixing science and magic together, as he is quite curious about how magic works and he is always trying to further his understanding of how the world works in general. Despite being one of the more chaotic members of the royal heir squad, he is still pretty mature for his age as he acts as a source for comfort when the others are having a mental breakdown or they just need to vent; even Autem has gone to him to talk about her problems, as he has promised all of them that he would never reveal their secrets (giving signs that the two of them might be developing some "deeper" feelings beyond just a mere friendship, though at the moment Hakem and Autem seem pretty oblivious about it). Part of this comes from the fact that Hakem was quite lonely as a child with his parents always being busy, so he wants to keep the friends and be there for them. Even with his calm temperament though, Hakem can be a true force to be reckoned with in his abilities as a "Lava Mage", melting most obstacles with a fiery vengeance if he senses his allies in danger. He would most likely be Pan/Demi-sexual.

[keelime-xiv]

LFRP: Keelah Se’lai  - Balmung ♥

♥ The Basics ––– –

Nickname(s): Kee, Mistress Kee Age: Thirty-two Birthday: 5th Sun of the 4th Umbral Moon (5th of August) Race: Keeper of the Moon, Miqo’te Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual Marital Status: Adamantly Single Alignment: Chaotic Evil

♥ What I’m looking For ––– –

Adventure Friends Potential Victims Murder Happy Partners in Crime Sworn Enemies

♥ What I’m NOT looking For ––– –

Possessive/rude/pushy/impatient partners

♥ Additional information (OOC) ––– –

Keelah may seem intimidating, but I assure you she is an awkward fucker. She’s easy to get along with and I would love to do more with her. Please don’t hesitate to message me if you’d like to try her out, I’m sure you’ll be pleasantly surprised how well she can fit into any scenario ♥

I’m Australian so my time online will be different, but I can be rather flexible. I can become distracted easily, but please don’t assume that I’ve become bored with you. I have simply forgotten and need a little poke~!

[IC Tag] [Answered Asks Tag] [Aesthetic Tag] [Reference Sheet Page]

♥ Contact Information  ––– –

You can message me here for my contact information or catch me in game! I only RP through XIV as I found it to be a far less stressful medium for me. However, I would be delighted to discuss any potential RP plots through Discord.

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♥ Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Keelah’s hair is a dark purple, almost black, colour that hangs down past her shoulders in wild and sometimes unmanageable curls. She will usually wear it loose or coil it up into a tight bun for when she needs to work. [Visual Reference]

Eyes: Keelah’s left eye is a soft pastel pink and her right eye is a pale, sickly blue.

Height: 148 cm / 4′8

Build: Keelah is all hips and chest with an hourglass frame and lovely long legs. She works hard every day to keep herself toned.

Eyebrows: After first noticing her wild and curly hair, attention will often switch down to Keelah’s thick trademark eyebrows. The bushy brows are usually plucked and tapered back into a presentable style. [Visual Reference]

Scars: Keelah has a vertical scar through her right eye which caused its discolouration. There are two scars running across her right cheek on an angle through the first scar, they stop close to the ridge of her nose. On her left cheek there is a single scar, once again on an angle, that spans towards her nose. She has a vertical cut through her dark lips on her right side and a small horizontal cut across her brow that hides behind her fringe. [Visual Reference] Her facial scars she wears with pride, on her back however, there are scars she’s not so pleased to talk about. Such as the brand imprinted on the back of her neck that she keeps hidden at all times.

Tattoos: Keelah has a small collection of tattoos. She has Azeyma’s ward on her right hip, a pair of lace garter tattoos around her lower thighs, a pair of horns above her pelvic region, and a crescent moon surrounded by pink blossoms on her back.

Piercings: Tongue, nipples and down south are all pierced with a silver barbell, but her ears remain unpierced and she refuses to disclose as to why.

Common Accessories: Keelah often wears a collar around her neck to hide her brand mark, but the style of the collar will change on a regular basis to match her outfit. Keelah occasionally sports a pair of dark shades, sometimes for fashion, but mostly to hide her hangover. Beware of pointy things, Keelah also carries an array of knives on her person at all times. Where does she keep them all? It’s best not to think about it.

Usual Attire: Keelah can often be found wearing tight, black leather or latex, regardless of the weather conditions. Her favoured attire is comprised of a pastel pink latex corset with black trim, a fur trimmed, black latex, quarter cut coat, a pair of black latex booty shorts, thigh high black latex stockings held up by garters and a pair of black stiletto heels. [Visual Reference]

♥ Professional ––– -

Languages: Common tongue and some basic sign language.

Profession: - Informant/Saboteur: Keelah is a skilled freelance informant/saboteur. If you have the money (and care not for what methods she uses) then she’ll have the information you need. - Dominatrix: Keelah’s front for her informant/saboteur work is her high-end Dominatrix business, which she took up as a simple hobby only to have it explode into a full time career. Her skills are incredibly popular among the wealthy, and so her calendar is constantly booked solid. 

Business Cards: If you meet up with Keelah ICly she is most likely to hand you a sleek black business card with the details for her Dominatrix business printed upon it in pale, metallic pink cursive. Upon the front it reads: ‘Keelah Se’lai - Dominatrix Extraordinaire’ Upon the back it reads: ‘Office 25 - Sapphire Avenue -Steps of Thal, Ul’dah - Consultation hours: 10 am - 5 pm, Monday - Friday’ (FC Room)

Skills: - Archery: Keelah is an adept marksman with a bow. It is her weapon of choice as she prefers to take down her targets from long range. 

- Hand to Hand Combat: Though Keelah prefers to use her bow, when called upon she can put up a fierce fight. She’s quick, she’s feisty and despite her short stature she packs one hell of a punch, but watch out! She also bites!

- Alchemy: Keelah has a knack for alchemy. At first she dabbled in alchemy just to understand her brother’s ramblings. However, after a little idle study she fell in love with the science. Keelah now uses alchemy in every aspect of her work and day to day life. From creating various toxins to help her infiltrate a facility to mixing up some rather potent aphrodisiacs or lubricants to help spice up the lives of her clientele. She has plans to release her own line of sensual lifestyle products.

- Gardening: Keelah loves tending to the flowerbeds of her cottage and the small green house she has set up on the balcony of her apartment. She loves each sprout much like a mother loves her own child. Keelah simply adores the greenery and loves watching it flourish. Her pride and joy is her vast herb garden which helps with her alchemy work.

- Musical: Keelah has a beautiful singing voice, but not only that, she can also play the piano and has been teaching herself to play a wooden flute she found while on her travels to the East. While she has overcome her stage fright and now plays intermission piano for the Kiss Cabaret, she still refuses to sing for anyone save for belting out a few drunken pirate shanties when she’s completely wasted.

♥ Personal ––– –

Birthplace: Though Keelah’s origins have been rumored to lie somewhere within the Black Shroud, she was raised from an infant by her adoptive Mother in Eastern Thanalan. 

Religion: Keelah is open to the idea of Religion and often prays to Azeyma for guidance.

Patron Deity: Azeyma.

Residence:  - Public Residence: Keelah’s public address is that of a ritzy penthouse apartment located atop one of Ul’dah’s dazzling skyrise towers. Comprised of four bedrooms, five bathrooms, an enormous living room, a fully loaded kitchen, stunning dining room, a huge library/study, a balcony with a pool and a small greenhouse, it is outrageously decedent.   It is here she takes most of her clientele and potential business partners.  (FC Room)

- Private/Secret Residence: Keelah secretly lives in an old, stone cottage surrounded by a lush and overgrown garden of wildflowers. The location of this fairy tale esque home is unknown to the general public, but there have been a few who have stumbled upon her home by mistake. This home is far more humble than her apartment and Keelah finds herself running off to stay there as often as she can. (Lavender Beds, Private House)

Personality: Keelah’s personality can be best described as impulsive. She tends to jump into things head first without considering the consequences. Keelah is loud, obnoxious, a little bit crazy, incredibly flirty and a romantic.

Likes: Keelah loves alcohol, smoking, sex, burning things, cutting things, fighting things, gardening, reading, and down time with Martin.

Dislikes: Keelah loathes prudes, stuffed shirts, unbearably obnoxious people, boredom, paperwork, and heights.

Favourite Food: Starlight cake, seafood stew, finger sandwiches, sushi and pussy.

Least Favourite Food: Jerky or salted/dried meats.

Virtues: Protective, calm, loyal, optimistic, brave, empathetic, loving, compassionate and will do anything for the ones she has come to love.  

Sins: Murderer, pyromaniac, lustful, over indulgent, greedy, obnoxious, jealous, vindictive, reckless, impatient, and has an odd fetish for blood. 

Excitements: Keelah becomes excited from the smell of blood, Martin, the colour pink, acts of defiance, well oiled muscles and cute people.

Fears: Keelah fears heights, being left alone/abandoned, and Mandragoras.

Short Biography: Left abandoned after an Amalj'aa raid struck her family’s caravan, Keelah was found and raised by an orphan Seeker girl (her mother Shelley) and an orphan Xaela boy (her brother Jack). Together the three survived the harsh Thanalan desert by pickpocketing traveling merchants outside Camp Drybone. It was a meager existence and they often found themselves in trouble with the local authorities, but they were happy. However, shortly after Keelah turned six her brother disappeared without a trace. Distraught, Shelley and Keelah traveled across Thanalan in search of him, but their search was soon interrupted by the approaching Calamity. Caught amidst the destruction, Shelley sacrificed herself to protect Keelah from an oncoming blast, leaving Keelah to wander through the wastes alone. Frightened and very weak, Keelah fell into the hands of a traveling slaver and was then sold to a brothel in Ul’dah. There she remained in servitude for several long and painful years until her Master suddenly (and suspiciously) died. Keelah vanished that night.

♥ Relationships ––– -

Partner: None

Children: None

Parents: One adoptive mother, Shelley La’tra

Siblings: One adoptive brother, Ramza Wyvernjack

Best friend and confidant: Martin Freepaw

Current Employer: Vachir Qerel and the company of The Keeper’s Kiss

Drinking Companion: Captain Rezaria

Pets: A small collection of personal AI Drones who follow her around and assist with her lab work. They also perform minor security protocols to keep anyone from discovering the hidden laboratory. 

NPC Relations: Nanako Nanko. A stern and elderly Lalafell, she is Keelah’s loyal secretary who keeps the wild dominatrix in check.

♥ RP Hooks ––– –

Keelah’s Client: You find Keelah’s business details on the back of a black business card. You’re not sure what you need from this illusive woman, but you feel as though you’ll know for certain once you meet and talk with her. At first she’s scary and intimidating, your inner voice screams to run from her presence and never look back, but after a long discussion you begin to see Keelah for who she really is. A woman with flaws and needs just like any other. This started out as a strictly professional acquaintance, but perhaps it might bloom into something more? A friendship? A murder mystery? Let’s play it by ear~!

Keelah’s Mark: You’ve fallen into trouble with the wrong people and unfortunately for you they’ve sent in the best to make sure you disappear. She has been a mere shadow tracking you for days, you’ve been able to keep her at arms length so far, but even you grow tired of holding back. At last you give in and face her head on, but what happens next might not be as you planned. Will they fight? Will you win or will you lose? Will Keelah concede and help you take down the bastards that sent her after you? Or will she simply kill you for the money?

Keelah’s Cottage: You’ve heard rumors about it, ghost stories, nothing consistent. A strange cottage hidden deep within the black shroud and surrounded by the most enchanting garden that is unlike any other. However, anyone who had been brave enough to try and find this fabled cottage never returned, their lost screams haunting the night to ward off any would be heroes who would try to save them. Bah! It’s an old wives tale to stop children from wandering out into the forest unsupervised! Or so you tell yourself as you seek out this mysterious cottage. What will you find out there in the wilds? Will Kee be receptive of your visit or will she silence you like she has all the others who wandered into her little garden?

Let’s make our own - These are simply suggestions, I would love to brainstorm with you and come up with something unique~!

Thank you for taking the time to read all this! ♥

[unyiclding]

—— ❝ the basics. ❞

[ name ] siobhan chanthavy keo

[ verse ] xx

[ date of birth ] may 13th, 1984

[ place of birth ] detroit, michigan

[ age ] 38

[ religion ] agnostic

[ marital status ] single

[ occupation ] registered nurse

[ gender identity ] cisfemale

[ spoken language(s) ] english ( first )

[ special skill(s) ] interacting with patients, athletics, some science subjects

—— ❝ the family. ❞

[ father ] gerard o’sullivan ( alive )

[ mother ] sonia keo ( deceased )

[ sibling(s) ] isabelle o’sullivan ( younger half-sister, alive )

[ children ] n/a

—— ❝ the appearance.. ❞

[ height/weight ] 5′4 ft / 120 lbs

[ build ] petite, slender

[ hair color ] black

[ eye color ] deep brown

[ accent ] american ( detroit )

[ voice ] warm and rich, deeper on the register

[ style of speech ] orotund, sure

[ scars ] n/a

[ clothing ] siobhan is usually wearing scrubs due to working long shifts at the hospital, though she usually favours jeans and a simple t-shirt when she’s off-duty

—— ❝ the person. ❞

[ star sign ] taurus – this sign can attack, but only if provoked by one too many red flags. she has a hot and fiery temper, and will unleash it when pushed to the limits; however, taurus women are generally sweet-natured, with a liking for affection. taureans are known for being patient, slow moving and careful creatures -- they love to prolong and savour the enjoyable times. they appreciate and often need comfort, ease and warm surroundings. you require strenuous situations in order to grow and mature properly, even though you try to avoid them. affectionate, even-tempered and slow to anger -- when they do become emotionally upset, they are also quite slow to forgive and time must pass before her calm returns. they also demand real results from any situation they might find themselves in. taurus women portray an earthy, physical sexiness that others find quite seductive, and their ability to hang on through tough times and bad -- as well as her emotional strength -- make taurean women a force to be reckoned with.

[ alignment ] chaotic good

[ enneagram type ] the challenger

[ colour personality ] palevioletred ( #d87093 ) – you love doing your own thing and going on your own adventures, but there are close friends you know you just can't leave behind. you can influence others on days when you're patient, but most times you just want to go out, have fun, and do your own thing. you don't stress out over things and don't understand people who do. finishing projects may sometimes be a challenge, but you schedule time as you see fit and the important things all happen in the end, even if not everyone sees your grand master plan. your outlook on life is bright. you see good things in situations where others may not be able to, and it frustrates you to see them get down on everything.

[ what plants best represent you ] echinacea – a protector. with an amazing blend of optimism, nurturing and goodwill, you lend your strength and energy to those in need. your seemingly infinite goodwill and boundless supportive energy make you the one people turn to when times are tough. your greatest strength is, of course, also one of your weaknesses, especially if you neglect to take care of yourself. at times like these, it’s a good idea to take a step back and focus some of that protective energy on yourself. ginger – spirited. a feisty and fiery companion, quick with an opinion, a laugh or an idea. warm, friendly and inviting, you never allow an awkward moment to pass. in fact, even cold and distant people warm up to you more quickly than others. negative experiences or too much indulgence, however, can send you into a bit of a tailspin, and when hurt you may become quite cold and distant. ginger people do best when their natural warmth and affection is flowing freely, giving them easy access to their love of life. nettle – truly a nurturing and supportive friend, you’re the kind of person that just isn’t for everyone. but those who take the time are rewarded with your gentle disposition, and the kind of friendship that does a person good no matter the difficulty they’re facing. when out of balance, you can become more prickly than supportive or nurturing, though—a sign that you need to shower yourself with the same kind of nurturing you so freely give to others.

[ theme/character song ] no air by jordin sparks feat. chris brown

—— ❝ their story. ❞

basically, siobhan is a product of an affair between a wealthy business magnate and her mother, who worked within his company at the time. so as to not lose her job, diana’s mother didn’t give her daughter his last name, nor tell him. honestly, siobhan is totally okay with that. she doesn’t really respect her father at all, having heard several stories about how he had numerous affairs while he was married. he was never a part of her life so she’s kind of indifferent to the thought of him -- the only thing that actually ties her to him is her Irish name. her mother has always been very open with siobhan from the beginning about who her father was and her half-sibling(s), which she appreciates.

she grew up in a shitty neighborhood in michigan because it was kind of all her mom could afford? sonia worked close to three jobs at any given time to make sure sio had a seemingly normal life – seeing as how her biological father didn’t even know about her, let alone support her. it was rough, but her mom is literally the strongest person she knows and is her hero.

it was really important for sonia that her daughter had an outlet growing up; something to provide routine and to keep siobhan off the streets. she’s always been in organized sports/activities, and is really grateful that she was allowed the opportunity to explore her interests.

it was in high school that she first met dante. for a guy who seemed to intimidate the shit out of most people, he was so good to her. they were hardened when on their own -- but it was around each other that they seemed to melt. no one ever saw one without the other. and while she doesn’t have the best memory, siobhan vividly remembers their youth.

dante and siobhan were together for almost an entire decade. however, siobhan did eventually leave him. she always knew that he was a criminal; but the severity of his crimes steadily began to increase as the years passed. it changed him, and he grew violent – and while she knew the man she loved wouldn’t dare lay a finger on her, she just couldn’t be sure anymore. it was possibly one of the hardest decisions she’s had to make, but sio could no longer enable or tolerate his behaviour, nor did she want to become an accessory to any of his crimes. he was later convicted and sent to prison.

siobhan has worked shitty retail jobs since before she can remember, all to help her mother pay for her four-year bachelors degree in nursing. once she graduated, sio went on to become a licensed registered nurse. she then continued her studies and received a master of science nursing, and works now as a nurse practitioner ( and has hella student loans to pay ). but regardless, her mom was so proud of her for working so hard and doing everything that she could to help.

tw: death her mother was killed six years ago in a car accident, and siobhan really couldn’t handle or process the loss. her mother was the only constant in her life, and she wasn’t sure how to exist in a world without her. she never really got a chance to mourn her mom’s death and she’s still really broken, but just powers through each day, looking for anything to take her mind off of it. will never admit any of this to anyone though – most people don’t even know her mother died because she likes to keep her personal life super lowkey.

regardless of their breakup before he was incarcerated, she’s made a great effort to keep in touch with him; phone calls whenever possible and regular visits when it’s permitted. he’s recently been released, and siobhan is really the only support system he has left. being with her is the safest place for him to be right now.