#the sky oc i thought about didn't really become anything

[hishoi]

Hmm midnight thinking

I should make a skykid sona, or just a regular sona so people can recognise me

[formylovetodaryldixon]

"Like gravity." Daryl Dixon Imagine.

@fluffy-dixon: Okay, so this is my request. Maybe prison era? Daryl and OC became quite close during their time at the Quary as she was one of the only people (obvs minus Carol) that checked in on him, spoke to him, spent time with him etc and actually cared about him. She was a bit of an outcast as well. But when they get to the prison they have a little bit more time to settle down and actually become a thing, daryl is utterly in love with her but is too afraid to say but he takes her out hunting and while they're hunting he comes accross some rabbits that he wants to kill for food but she won't let him because she used to keep rabbits herself and the thought of it broke her heart but he let's it slip that he loves her because he says something along the lines of, 'god damnit woman, if I didn't love you so much they'd be cooking in a stew' or something like that. Take of it as you will but yeah ❤️

Hi, love! You are my first request and it was soooo sweet I loved writing it! I really, really hope this comes a little closer to what you had in mind. If not, I'm sorry :c But thank you so much♥

A/N: I laughed a little writing Merle even though he's also an idiot haha ​​but spoiler alert: Merle telling Daryl that he should marry you or fuck you or both made me laugh. I borrowed a scene from Carol and Daryl too hehe. Hope you like this!

When a woman is in love, you can see it in her smile. When a man is in love, you can see in his eyes.

Daryl’s eyes, they spoke so loudly the words he was so afraid to say. And now, they can’t hide that sparkle of hope every time he sees you. But if you could ask him when he started looking at you differently, he would tell you it was the first time you sat down next to the bonfire he and his brother made, too overwhelmed to be around so many people in the camp outside the city.

It happens the moment it starts raining pretty heavily, with Merle cursing the sky before locking himself in his tent. That was the first time Daryl heard your laugh since he met you: a sweet, innocent sound full of colors in that grey world. For a minute, you’re too immersed in your own happiness looking up, a hand outstretched to feel the raindrops. But the moment you look back at Daryl, he shifts his gaze to the arrow he was carving with his knife, because the way you looked at him was almost overwhelming for Daryl, so deep as that color of your gaze.

You were a sweet thing to look at, but the more you talked with each other, the more he saw different facets of you.

The first time you actually talked, you told him to fuck off, and Daryl could say that was one of his favorite moments with you. It happens when he comes back from hunting, with some squirrels in his bag, and he sees you a little bit far from the main group, pulling a pack of cigarettes from your black jeans.

You don’t notice that he is looking at you, with a confused expression but with a deep gaze, as if you were the most difficult puzzle to put together. Daryl never liked riddles, those mind games, and you looked exactly like them, too difficult to understand at first glance.

He approaches you.

“Care to share?” Daryl asks when he stops next to you, so you give the package to him. “M’ Daryl, by the way.”

“(Y/N).” You say, simply.

Daryl can’t help but scoff as he lights a cigarette, because it was his nature to repel anything that seemed soft, tender, weak in his eyes, almost like your name.

“That’s a princess name, y'know?”

However, to his own surprise, you chuckle.

“Fuck you, Daryl. I didn’t ask for your opinion on my name.”

But your voice full of boldness telling him fuck you makes him chuckle too: a low, masculine sound, but transparent as Daryl pushes the smoke away before looking at you.

“What's on the menu tonight?” He nods towards the group.

You take the cigarette from your lips, pushing the smoke out before talking, too.

“Canned beans, just like yesterday and probably tomorrow and for the rest of our lives.”

As you look straight ahead, analyzing always the situation you’re in, Daryl watches you, taking in everything: at first sight, there is this fierceness in your gaze but that seemed to be compassionate too, with a free attitude but that seemed to analyze everything. You seem to be a rebellious soul, almost as lost as he was.

“Have ya ever tried squirrels?” Daryl asks softly, kind of awkward. You look at him, shaking your head. “M’ cookin’ ‘em if ya wanna join us.”

He starts walking towards his own camp when you talk again.

“You don’t hunt rabbits, do you?”

Daryl turns around, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Why?”

It was stupid, you know it, so you just shake your head.

“It's nothing. I think I'll accept your invitation, so thank you.”

Too confused, Daryl nods before walking again so he misses the way you look at him this time. You can notice the beautiful color of his eyes behind that mocking, condescending expression on his almost stupid but very attractive face. A few strands of his hair, dark blonde or almost brown, fell over his forehead, framing that deep but accusatory look he had for everybody. His shoulders are broad, and although he didn’t look like a person who flaunted himself, his sleeveless shirt doesn’t leave much to the imagination when you can see the muscles in his arms. It was the end of the world, the beginning of a new one, but that didn't mean you had gone blind.

However, the next thing that happens with Merle, must have given Daryl some clue as to the feelings he would develop for you in the near future, because the moment you reach his camp that night, Merle is alone.

“Well, well, ain’t ya a beauty?” Merle smiles and looks at you up and down, practically eating you up with his eyes. “Ma baby brotha said he invited ya but I didn’t think ya would come to him, not when m’ the good–lookin’ one.” He comes closer, slowly and dangerously. “Ya got a name, darlin’?”

“(Y/N).” The women and men in the camp warned you about Merle Dixon, but you manage to smile at him, playing with fire even when you knew you could get hurt. “Don’t tell this to Daryl but you are the good–looking one.”

He smiles, he just can’t help it, wildly like a predator when the animal knew in its gills that it was about to capture the prey.

“Ya really look like a refined woman, darlin’, If I feed ya squirrels too, would ya moan ma name at the end of the night? I promise I’ll make ya beg for more.”

You raise an eyebrow, looking at him, but before you can answer back, Daryl walks back from the woods.

“Merle, for once in yer life, shut the fuck up.”

However, Merle finds that even extra funny, and he keeps walking towards you. But you know well that the first to look away in the staring game loses, so you, without any fear in your eyes, wait until Merle is close enough, and at that moment, you catch the handle of the gun that was hidden at the back of your waist, under your black cardigan, and you press it to Daryl’s asshole brother’s chin.

Merle holds his breath, unlike his baby brother who finds the situation strangely attractive, and kind of hot too.

“I’m begging you now, Merle, please repeat everything you just said. I promise you that before you finish saying the last word, you will run out of a mouth and jaw to say it.”

He swallows the lump in his throat, because he was an idiot, yes, but even Merle Dixon knew when to back off at the threat of a bullet, which came from a person who really seemed determined to do it.

“I was jus’ kiddin’ with ya, sweetheart.” He tries to laugh, but his smile trembles at the cold of the gun. “Ya wouldn’t do that to yer new friend Merle.”

You chuckle, pulling it away.

“I am normally a sweetheart, Merle, but I am also the person capable of sinking the fucking ship with myself inside just so that no one is saved. You know what I mean by that?”

He nods, clearing his throat so his words wouldn’t break off mid–sentence.

“Guess yer ma brotha’s new friend?”

You look back at Daryl, who is looking at you with a frown (something normal now for you), but also with an amused expression.

Then, you look back at Merle.

“Something like that.”

“Well… welcome to our lovely home, darlin’!” He smiles, after taking a silent deep breath of relief, and he looks at his brother. “You got to fuck or marry this woman, baby brotha, or both. Condoms are on ma tent!”

He laughs walking to the woods, and that was disgusting and it makes you wonder, where the hell did you got yourself into?

But things from there, were like a roller–coaster going only up. You and Daryl were like an unlikely duo, but maybe that was why you both looked good together. Despite the danger, you two found a new world in which you wanted to continue living, delving into the unknown that was falling in love.

The moment the family you made reached the prison, that gave you two a safe place to, start a thing, you could say.

During one of the first months and when your sleeping world turned red like bright blood, you come out to see the stars from the front of the prison. So you sit there, in an old desk, with your legs falling from the edge and a dead feeling in the depths of your soul.

From afar, Daryl watches you with a cigarette in between his lips. By that moment, Daryl already knew what name to give to his feelings for you, but although he was an brave hunter, he was also too shy to accept that revelation. However, it was the way your eyes used to look at everything that caught him from the beginning: always with attention, always thinking what was best for your safety and what would keep you alive. But also the way your gaze seemed to rest from that life, from pain and fear, and then all that force disappeared when you used to look for something better, something meaningful.

Like gravity, you became the person who kept him standing on the ground.

Daryl blows out the smoke from his cigarette, watching you as he walks towards you. What you were caught him in a way that should never have happened. But your strongest side and your weakest one, the good and the bad that could be in you: he found himself looking in your direction all the time since he met you, always aware of where you were inside and outside the prison, always stuck to you like a lost puppy as Carol used to say.

“Hey…” He says softly, in a deep, hoarse voice as he sits next to you. “Shouldn’t ya be sleepin’?”

You smile gently at him, enough to brighten your eyes.

“Shouldn’t you?”

And there it was, the way you sounded like a worried girlfriend. Fuck, Daryl loved that, Daryl loved you. But there he was: feeling too much for you, or maybe feeling too little for a life that deserved to be lived to the end.

“I don’ sleep.”

You look at him with a curiosity expression.

“You dream too much?” You ask. Daryl frowns at you, not because he is upset, but confused that you knew exactly the reason behind his sleepless nights. “When I was a baby and I couldn’t sleep, my mom used to caress my hair so softly that I felt sleepy quickly. Do you want me to do that to you?”

You are joking, kind of, but you know your words would only make him shy as he scoffs.

“I ain’t a fuckin’ baby.”

You chuckle.

“Fuck you, Dixon. I was just trying to be nice.”

However, Daryl looks at you with a frown, and an almost exasperated expression.

“Woman, almost every day ya curse at me. I dunno how I let ya kiss me with that mouth.”

His words make you laugh, and Daryl would be lying if he said that wasn't his favorite sound in the whole world.

“I do that because you deserve it.” You chuckle, taking the cigarette from his fingers to take a blow, looking at the stars as an idea came to your mind. “Now that we are awake, you wanna screw around while everyone is asleep?”

You try to hold back your laughter as he looks back at you, thanking the night that you didn't see his ears starting to turn red at your bluntness. 

“Ya could ask me nicely. Y’know?” 

You roll your eyes as you jump out of the desk, walking back to the door.

“Fine. If you are not in the mood, I will go back to sleep. Goodnight.”

The painful truth revealed in front of Daryl’s eyes, and it was more frightening than being near death, but more exciting than… Daryl couldn’t compare that feeling with anything else, because he never loved anyone until you came along.

But as Daryl walks towards you, he can’t say it, not yet.

“Fuck, wait. I ain’t sayin’ no.”

But what a great feeling that pressure on his chest was. It was sweet and kind of terrifying at the same time, so real and unreal at the same time. It was like a dream where he could feel everything, but wanting to stay in that place if it meant living there with you.

The next day after everyone received their assignments, Daryl took you hunting with him: that was his silent way of saying he wanted to be alone with you. He was always a quiet person, but while been there with you, Daryl asked you question after question because he wanted to hear long answers, to know more and more about you.

“Ya got a favorite color?” He asks, walking side to side with you, attentive to your words but also to everything around, crossbow in hand to catch the day's food.

“Well…” You bite your lips as you chuckle. You never had a favorite color before, but the night he invited you to eat with him, it seemed like that blank space was always reserved for the color of his eyes. “Blue, I guess. You?”

Strangely, Daryl wanted to say the same thing about your eyes, but when a sound in the bushes catches his attention, he asks you to be quiet as he walks in front of you. His steps are light, but you stay close the moment Daryl pushes the branches aside.

Two little white rabbits froze there, too terrified to move.

“I got us the food.” He says, raising his crossbow.

It takes you a single second, and you know it is wrong, but sometimes feelings are stronger than good judgment.

“No, wait!” You stop him before he shot them, making him turn to you. “Please, don’t. Just, fuck…” You curse under your breath, feeling like a little girl again. “The night you invited me to eat those squirrels, I asked you if you hunted rabbits, remember?” He nods. “I didn’t say this before but before my mom died, she gave me a rabbit that I raised as my son for many years.” You shake your head, feeling a little silly. “Please, don’t kill them. I’m begging you.”

Daryl can see the prayer in your gaze, in those shy eyes that most of the time used to be full of life, always glowing when you used to say things just to make him nervous. So finally, Daryl lowers his crossbow, looking at the rabbits before looking back at you.

“God dammit, woman, if I didn't love ya so much they'd be cookin' in a stew.” He freezes for a second, listening clearly to his heartbeat as he walks away, but Daryl has to clear his throat so his voice wouldn’t break off mid–sentence. “Let's go over there and see if we can get some squirrels instead.”

You smile to yourself as you start following him.

You knew well you could die tomorrow, or the day after that, and although you were afraid your dead could be painful, it could be quick too and then you would die in the middle of a breath, with an incomplete phrase that you will never be able to finish. And you didn’t want that, you wanted to be honest with yourself, you wanted to say what was in my mind and not let your thoughts die If something happened to you at any time.

You wanted to say I love you too aloud. And that night, as you stroked his hair, again, (because he secretly loved it just like he loved you) you said those words to him.

[zaceouiswriting]

Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.47

Character: Sky x male reader, Riven x male reader, Brandon x male reader, (OC) Callisto x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Winx Club/Saga

Warnings: A little blood

(Brandon)

(Callisto)

Brandon quickly leads us to the landing platforms behind the school. But the closer we get, the more a strange feeling spreads in my stomach, but I think nothing of it, at least not until it gets worse. To calm my anxiety, I dare to look over my rescuer's shoulder, even though I don't think anyone else would attack us. But with wide eyes, I witness exactly what I thought would never happen to us again. Once again, the universe must contradict me.

"Stop!" I shout, causing Brandon to stop immediately. My shocked eyes jump to him, only to see him looking at me in complete confusion. His gaze alone makes me realize that he thought I meant for him to stop. I blush at my stupidity. "Sorry, I didn't mean you," I mumble, a little ashamed.

“Who did you mean then?” He asks, still visibly confused, looking like a lost, perhaps even sad puppy.

Unable to speak in the face of such cuteness, I simply look over his shoulder again, but Brandon doesn't seem to understand. I feel his eyes still on me.

My previously yelled words were ignored by the person they were intended for because soon after, a second pair of hands wrapped around me, easily ripping me from the safe arms that had protected my life not so long ago. 

Before I know it, I'm squashed against another chest that I know all too well. Attempting to speak only gets me pressed even harder against those perfectly formed pecs. Sometimes I really despise Callisto for being so damn attractive because even if it were just for a moment, I wish I could just stay there, but if we don't get away quickly, I probably won't be among the living for long.

Seeing no other way out since he isn't even looking at me, I pull my arm back, and with all the strength I can muster, I let my fist fly. 

Although I don't hear an unpleasant crunching or feel any strange sensation under my fist, he still loosens his grip on me. I use this moment to jump out of his arms, only to almost fall to the ground as my knees give way from weakness. I realize that soon, I won't even have enough strength to stand on my own.

Before I can say anything, Daniel is already at my side, with his right arm around my waist and my left arm over his shoulder, where he holds it tightly. I couldn't be more grateful that he preserves my dignity, but there's time to thank him later when I'm not about to die anymore.

"Did you bring a pilot?" I feel dizzy just talking. The situation is becoming increasingly dangerous for my health. I can hear him answering me, but not the actual words. My head is too foggy, so I'm just assuming he gave me a positive answer. "Good, we need to get to Alfea immediately!"

I didn't give them a second thought before dragging Daniel to the Hawke. Daniel is the real hero here; he supports me almost entirely without compromising my dignity like the others did while carrying me. Even though Brandon's arms feel the most comfortable, this arrangement is better because it prevents Callisto from getting jealous. Maybe if he didn't skip gym class so often, his arms would feel as good as Brandon's. 

Even though I'm pretty sure I was only thinking about these things and not saying them out loud, I still feel like the boys are starting to stare at me. It's probably just because I hit Callisto, although it should be normal for them to see that by now since we hit each other quite often, mostly because we know how far we can go without really hurting each other. But sometimes, the boys just act crazy.

Luckily, it doesn't take long until we're finally inside this killing machine, and the uncomfortable atmosphere dissipates, but honestly, my body doesn't feel so good anymore. It feels like my body wishes to sleep for at least a thousand years, but I'm afraid that if I let myself fall, I won't wake up as quickly as before or at all.

As I sit, I lean my head against one of the walls of the machine; my eyelids feel heavy. As I replay the day in my head and think back to the early morning, I remember how refreshed I felt. Even though my eyes are heavy, I close them. It takes a lot of energy to move my head so I can look down at my left hand. Safely inside lies the small homemade stuffed animal. A gentle smile crosses my lips. I lift it to my head and lean against the jewel eyes. I press my mana into my head and let it flow out of it. The jewels absorb it immediately, but it does not stay in them; instead, what makes me so lethargic stays inside them and lets my clear mana flow out again, which I, in turn, quickly draw back into myself.

After a few moments, my head is clear again. I lower the little animal to my heart and do the same. Although I know it is irrelevant because everything will soon be the same as before, walking alone will be enough, at least for a while.

“We’re landing!” suddenly shouts the guy Callisto brought as a pilot with him.

A little stunned, I couldn't believe it had happened so quickly—after all, we had only just started, right? But as I stand up and walk to the front, I actually see Alfea sprawling before us.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” the guy asks me when he sees me coming.

I look at him for the first time. He's not the nerd type like most other pilots; he looks more like a laid-back guy with a light tan, medium-length brown wavy hair, a casual smile, and friendly green eyes.

"You're from Terrenia, right?" The guy stares at me, probably trying to figure out how I know. "It's because of your skin; that's how I know you're from the Reinios region, probably either Bartel or the region's capital, Bautel."

I see him swallow hard, either out of fear or just amazement that I can so easily tell where he's coming from. But for me, it's not even strange; I can do it with almost anyone.

"Yes," he finally replies, his knuckles turning white as he grips parts of the machinery tighter. "What can I do for you?"

I wave him off with an apologetic smile. "Nothing," I say quietly. "If you ever go back to your homeworld, give your guardian fairy and her father, the King, a message from me." I lean closer to him, but as inconspicuously as possible. "The stone never forgets."

Even though my words were vague and most people wouldn't have understood them, his skin turns deathly pale. He must be a nobleman or a member of the royal family. I'm sure they'll show up when I enter into my forced marriage—when I get closer to the throne of my homeland—to try to ease their worries and beg me to stay allied to them. Theoretically, I could be crowned the new King of Gyonos at any moment; as my powers grow, my grandfather's life will slowly end. However, I have always dreamed of wearing the lost stone crown from when my homeworld was considered one of the jewels of the magical dimension.

The death machine lands soon after, so hard that I have to grab the guy's shoulder pretty hard. I quietly apologize before leaving to get out of this disgusting thing. The rest of my group, except the pilot, quickly follows, but Daniel and Vinok overtake me and walk ahead as usual, almost as if they were my guards. They are way too sweet.

I am grateful, though, because this place still scares me, despite having to come here regularly to receive lessons for my awakening and development as a fairy. However, I always wear a hood to avoid looking at those despicable little princesses. I don't speak to any of them, and I stubbornly ignore them even when they try.

But when we get to the gate, it doesn't open. The boys start whispering, but before anyone can get the wrong idea, I quickly weave through the two before me and continue walking. I can hear them shouting at me, but the words get stuck in their throats as the doors open without me having to do anything. I immediately step through, only to remind the others to follow them before the doors quickly close again.

Even as I speak, the doors do just that. Daniel and Vinok jump through, but Brandon and Callisto look at each other. They're one of the few things I really like about the school: they look like the Empress's big fairy wings, rising from the floor to the upper center of the pink archway where they would meet. I gave up hope of seeing them when the doors were already half closed again. Disappointed, I turned towards the building and left without waiting for them any longer. If they don't want to come, I won't force them.

Suddenly, I hear a scream. Fear courses through me, causing my whole body to turn around on its own accord, only to see two idiots flying through the air. I wanted to ignore it and just go my way, but the proximity of the double doors to their legs made that impossible.

When I see the doors closing faster than usual, it doesn't look like they'll make it through. Rolling my eyes, I try to convince myself everything will be fine. But when I feel myself biting my upper lip, I know, even if it's just to calm my worries, that I have to do something to make sure these idiots don't die on my watch.

"Stone Fist!" My summoned stone of choice appears outside the school grounds. It could have been anything, but I really wanted to show them how stupid they were.

With a wave, I sent the stone straight at them. Somehow, I managed to get them at the same height, thus reducing the potential damage. Unfortunately, you can't have everything; perhaps a few broken bones would've given them a sense of self-preservation.

When the stone reaches the two idiots, it's not as close as I feared, but close enough that one or both might at least be injured. Their bodies fly past me quickly. I don't care how they land. I listen with a sickening glee as they slam into the ground with painful groans and wince. Despite everything, I still wander towards them, stopping right next to their heads and staring down at them in disappointment.

"I would ask what you two were thinking, but we don't have time. So why don't you get up and-"

Suddenly, my body aches, and despite my blurred vision, I see the ground much closer than before. It's truly pathetic that I collapsed because of something like this. Although the pressure of the hole in my mana core is severe, it's not the worst pain I've ever experienced. But even on all fours, the pain didn't get any better. Instead, it feels like something inside my body is tearing me apart.

Before I know it, my mouth fills with something disgusting: a metallic taste. It dawns on me. Unable to hold it back, I reflexively spit it out, covering the pink stones that make up most of the place with my deep red blood. The whole world starts to blur, spinning faster than it should. It's not the first time it's happened, but usually not in such a serious situation, but when I try to get up too quickly after waking up.

But before anything can happen, I see the sky again. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Daniel and Vinok holding me upright. Although I want to thank them, I find it difficult to get the words out. But then I hear them talking about how they have to take me to the infirmary. Panic overcomes me.

"No!" I scream, finding the strength to protest again. I can barely move my head to see their stunned faces. Although I am grateful, I tear myself out of their grip. "We are going to see Professor Palladium," I tell them, wiping the blood off myself.

Thankfully, I'm trained for moments like this. The only issue is that my aura core no longer resides within me, making it less accessible than it was back on the battlefield. However, with some concentration and sheer panic, I managed to access it through my ring with sheer force. By empowering my body with aura, the side effects of what's happening to me are almost negated—at least for a while.

As my gaze becomes sharper, I perceive many indignant looks directed at us. With my patience already at an end, I pull myself together again.

"What?" I ask them in a tone reserved for people who deserve social death. "Do any of you gossipy little princesses want to comment on us?"

Almost immediately, all the girls cower, maybe out of fear or, hopefully, shame, but one thing is certain: they wouldn't do it again.

Although I sense the discomfort of the other boys, who may actually be interested in at least some of these girls, I order them to follow me, as I need to speak to the professor sooner rather than later.

Despite blood still partially covering my face, I walk with my head held high, with two of my friends in front of me and behind me as if they were my guards once more, but deep down, I know they just want to ensure I don't kill a fairy or two. I'd be lying if I said that hadn't crossed my mind, but right now, there are bigger problems than a few little fairies.

I walk purposefully through the school as if I know where we are going. And in reality, I do know, although I don't tell them, so they think I'm walking around like an idiot.

Despite all this, no one says anything. Maybe they know, which would be surprising because I often feel like they see me as a little boy who needs an adult to look after him.

But what no one sees is the compass in my front pocket. My hand rests on it. Whenever I feel its vibrations, I know we are getting closer. In the end, I didn't need it at all because the compass vibrates strongly just outside the alchemy lab.

Without knocking, I open the classroom door and get everyone's attention. As luck would have it, it's Stella's class, but I don't glance at her, even though it hurts deep inside me. I can only hope that one day, she will return to being the sweet, whiny child she was when we met.

Instead, I immediately go to Palladium's desk and put the little stuffed animal down.

"It's a... cute animal, but what can I really do for you?"

He knows me all too well. Smiling, I lift the animal. "I need to know what kind of crystals these are."

Palladium looks over my shoulder and gives the class something to do before taking the animal and leading us into another room next to the classroom. Inside, it's cozy, with many hanging, standing, and partially floating plants. The opposite wall is littered with hundreds of books, in front of which is a small table with a cup of steaming coffee and a comfortable-looking chair waiting for someone to sit on it.

At the left end of the room is a wooden desk, messy and different than I expected because Palladium looks well put together.

The professor goes straight to his desk, and as soon as he sits down, the door slams shut. This is followed by a shrill scream that catches my full attention. I look at Callisto with a questioning, raised eyebrow.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles quietly, “I’m a bit jumpy.”

Hearing those words, so different from his usual cool demeanor, brings a gentle smile to my lips. But then I feel something bubbling inside me. I know exactly what it is, so I take his hand, pull him closer, press my head against his chest, and giggle quietly, hidden by his hoodie.

“I’ll remember that for later,” I whisper in his ear as my laughter fades.

Even though I hear him gasp in what is likely feigned shock, I pull away from him, not only because I fear he might take revenge but, more importantly, because I hear Palladium whispering. Before Callisto can pull me back, I've already jumped around Daniel. Without a word, he steps between us, but not without warning me not to play too hard.

I sit down on the other side of the professor's desk. It's only a matter of time before I get dizzy again. Palladium isn't really paying attention to me; his eyes are focused on the jewels in the little animal Callisto made for me. Just thinking about it makes me smile. I mean, how often does it happen that a male noble can use his hands like that and then use them to help someone?

“Why did you come to me with this?”

Palladium's sudden question almost makes me jump out of my skin. Flustered, I put my fist over my mouth and cleared my throat. I'm so shocked that I almost can't answer him.

"It's the smell of stone around you," I tell him quietly, "like you've lived underground for a long time." 

It's strange that an elf only partially smells like one, and the other half smells like what I imagine a dwarf would smell like. I've only read about them in an old children's book: "The Children of the Stone.“

The older man looks up from the animal for the first time as if trying to understand my words. He smiles kindly and shakes his head in clear amusement.

"You have a good nose there." He lifts the animal up, turns it towards me, and shows me the jewels. "These are Rokonai Paganis Olorods, or the Darkness-Eating Crystals, or, if you want to put it even more simply, Jurikons, a rare jewel, but I think you already know that?"

I feel like a small child found with my hand in the cookie jar at night. I smile sheepishly but nod anyway. Palladium quickly jumps back into action, resting his elbows on the table and looking questioningly.

“That’s not the real reason you're here, is it?”

"No," I shake my head. "I suffered from a sleeping sickness, but I could never figure out why until those two crystals woke me up," I tell him, my smile from earlier gone. "I just wanted someone who knows what they're talking about to agree with me because now I can say with conviction that the Specialist's Academy is full of miasma."

Palladium laughs heartily; it almost seems as if he is about to fall off his chair. Perhaps he thinks it is a weird joke, not only that, but the funniest ever told.

"Professor, please take this seriously," I tell him sternly, but he still doesn't quite believe me. "It's not the first time I've come into contact with miasma, but it's the first time I've almost died because of it."

"Are you serious?" Palladium's horrified face would be priceless under any other circumstances. He must have seen the seriousness in my face because he quickly changed his demeanor. Sitting upright, he looks at me. "Miasma is a big umbrella term for many magical situations; we need to find out what kind of miasma it is first to—"

"Twisted chaos, Miasma," I quickly interrupt his rambling. The professor looks at me in shock and seems at a loss for words. "I'm sorry, Professor, my family is at war with a race of lizard people invading our planet through a twisted chaos portal."

"Okay," Palladium trails off. 

I can see how much he is struggling with this information. I know it's hard to believe. It's supposed to be impossible to enter this dimension, even through portals like these, since we are under the protection of the Fairy Empress and Emperor, beings more powerful than even the Leviathans. But somehow, these lizards could break through.

"The war has been happening intermittently for longer than I have been alive, but the mana on my homeworld is so pure and protected by a guardian fairy that the chaos miasma doesn't have much effect there. But here?"

“Since Magix no longer has a magical protector, it is easier to be influenced by this miasma,” Palladium finally finishes my conclusion.

"Correct, and whoever started this did it in the place with the least magical protection on this entire planet, the Red Fountain Academy, once known as the Wyvern Riding School, but now nothing more than a training facility for specialists," I explain further so even my friends can understand. "And while Saladin seems to be a powerful mage, he is too old."

The professor looks me up and down; I can clearly see distrust reflecting in his eyes, but not towards me.

“Who is planning all this, you know that, don’t you?” he asks sternly.

I look around to ensure no one is around except those I trust the most. I beckon Brandon closer, take his hand, and gently stroke the back of his palm.

"The Black Hand," I finally admit; it hurt to pass it over my tongue. Once a day should be enough, but twice? It feels like blades are cutting deep into me. I sense Brandon's discomfort, his hand stiffening and his breathing erratic. Most shockingly, however, when I maintain eye contact with Professor Palladium, I see nothing but confusion on his face: he seems to have no idea who they are. He's old, probably older than this entire dimension, but somehow, he's never met or heard of them.

"They are an assassination group from ancient times that should have been eradicated long ago, but their existence was reconfirmed when they tried to kill me when I was a child." Even after this explanation, he doesn't seem convinced. I take a deep breath and prepare to reveal a well-kept secret. "They were involved in the extinguishing of Domino's eternal flame."

It became eerily quiet. I'm afraid I didn't say a word, and it was all just in my head until a chair scrapes hard across the floor, followed by a loud sound of wood crashing to the floor. Palladium's eyes are crazy. Very few people remember Domino these days, and even fewer know what happened to it. Although the "Black Hand" was involved, they were not the main culprits, just the ones who weakened the defenses so the real culprits could overwhelm the planet's protectors.

"How do you know that name?"

Daniel has come between Palladium and me because he seems completely out of control.

"It's a state secret," I tell him with conviction. But his crazy look doesn't disappear. Instead, a hint of understanding appears in them.

"Can you use his powers?"

Professor Palladium has a knack for asking questions that baffle me. Of course, he knows about it. He was probably there when the Leviathan War took place. He may even be older, making him almost as old as our Empress and Emperor.

Clearing my throat, I try to ignore it, but I sigh when I feel Palladium's magic acting out.

"Yes," I murmur quietly. "Partly, anyway. It's a long story, but I'm sure you've noticed. I do everything I can to never touch a book." As I let my words sink in, Palladium strangely calms down again. "Because magic is everywhere, every time I touch a book, I wander through the story it tells, from spells, who and how they were created, to when, who, and where potion ingredients were found, which is how I know there were dwarves at one point in time."

Palladium walks over to his chair, picks it up again, and sits back down. Smoothing his hair, he ties it into a ponytail. He folds his hands and keeps his eyes down for longer than necessary. When he looks up again, he seems different, almost as if he is ready to be himself and not the silly Potions professor I always thought he was.

"Chaos Miasma can only be cleared by one's body's mana production," Palladium explains calmly. "Usually, if it was this bad already, it would be a death sentence. But since you're a guardian fairy with an aura, magic, and a fairy magic core, you should be able to clear it rather easily in a few days, maybe weeks, but you'll need to be in a place where there's either no or very little natural mana production."

"But how?" I ask him desperately. "Everything, even stone, produces natural mana! Where could I go to do that?"

Palladium clears his throat as he looks deep into my eyes. He shows genuine desperation, almost as deep as my own. It's evident he cares about me even though he doesn't know me. This could be because of the unusual beginning of our acquaintance.

"The deep sea caves of Andros could be a good place," he suggests. "There are corals that absorb all the mana around them."

While I'm not a huge fan of that much water, it may be the only place I can recover and heal from it. But Palladium has opened a box he shouldn't have.

"Kerrass has a Molcussel tree that also has no mana in its root caves because it rises all up to its evergreen leaves," Daniel suddenly jumps in.

Not to be outdone, Vinok steps forward. "Felrenios has a jewel grove surrounded by countless eucalyptus trees, where the jewels absorb all the mana."

I feel a deep warmth, watching their clumsy attempts to get me to choose their home worlds to rest. But one is particularly quiet. When I turn to Callisto, he seems rather reluctant to interfere. So, with amusement, I ask him if there isn't such a place on his planet. But his cheeks suddenly turn deep red. He closes his eyes and exhales rather hesitantly.

"If you want, you can stay in my bedroom," he says quietly, cringing at his own words. "The walls are set with columns of pure white marble, held together with blankier diamond mortar, which, when combined, also absorbs all mana in the area."

Did I understand him correctly? He's joking, right?

Suddenly, Callisto sighs in exasperation. "My grandfather rebuilt our estate after his throne was stolen and made sure that not even our guardian fairy could harm him in his bedroom, and since I am now the Duke, I live in the same bedroom."

“You would do anything to get me into your bed, wouldn't you?” I ask him boastfully.

"You truly have no idea what I would do," Callisto murmurs, staring straight into my eyes, his cheeks still burning. "But in that case... I would gladly sleep in a different room if it would make you more comfortable."

I stand there, stunned, my mouth slightly open. I couldn't believe that he would not only offer himself and his home to me like that but also express his affection right in front of Professor Palladium. I want to agree and see where this takes us, but suddenly, someone else catches my attention. I've seen Brandon try to offer something earlier, but he's been interrupted several times. I turn to him and give him a hand signal to continue.

Brandon nods shyly. "My family lives in Star Valley on Eraklyon," he tells us, visibly embarrassed. But I have no idea what that means. He clears his throat when he sees my obvious confusion, seemingly trying to hide his uncertainty. "There is absolutely no mana."

His words sound so strange that I can't believe him. But Palladium suddenly chimes in and agrees with Brandon, explaining it as one of the "Zero Zones," extremely rare pheromones of magicless centers in the middle of natural, beautiful places.

"A long time ago, a star fell on Eraklyon, leading the population to believe that it was the reason for the magic-free zone, but that is not the case; there was no magic in the area to begin with."

Brandon quickly agrees. "I have to visit my family anyway; I have a few weeks' vacation to help them."

I turn to the others, and although they are clearly disappointed, they agree that it is for the best. Callisto, in particular, seems almost relieved. A strange feeling runs through my body, an uncomfortable mix of emotions. I wonder if he didn't want me to visit his house. Is he afraid that I won't want him around after this?

Unable to keep to myself, I dive into him and clasp our hands in front of everyone. His blush returns, but his gaze has softened. Without hesitation or breaking eye contact, he raises our hands. With a certain provocation in his shining eyes, he gives me an intimate kiss on the back of my hand.

I start to blush and try to look away, but I can't. Luckily, Palladium breaks the tension, telling us to get going. Otherwise, I wouldn't have much time left.

I silently thank him, but he just shakes his head, hands me my little plushie animal friend, and leads us out. No one seems to have gotten up in the classroom, but somehow I feel uncomfortable there. But I shake it off, believing I just imagined it.

[Masterlist]

[dirtylilspawn]

ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ

Summary: Being the eye candy for your billionaire-dollar playboy boss is a nerve-wracking task.

Paring: [Yandere!OC!Ronin Choi x Fem!Human Reader]

Word Count: 6.4k

A/N: If you want to know more about my OCs then you can look right here. I wanna make a story about them to get the ball rolling on what they're like, just so you guys can get to know them better ^^

Warnings: NSFW 18+, dark/yandere content, oc x reader, cursing, anxiety, shy reader, human discrimination, humans are becoming an extinct race, rich demon/incubus & succubus, dancing, business talk, alcohol, bits of misogyny, jealousy, drunk sexual harassment/assault, physical violence, angry ronin, comfort, many unsolicited cameras, manipulation, kidnapping, harvesting, blood & gore, death

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The smell of expensive perfume and cologne filled your nose.

Hands fiddling with the skirt of your long gold sequence dress. Your body filling out perfectly to its exact measurements. You looked out the window from the luxurious limousine, breath unsteady as you mind focused on the buildings or cars that passed by. It was obvious that you were nervous, trying you best to calm yourself down by counting how many cars you see in your mind. And yet a lingering stomach-turning sickness still roamed around your belly.

"Nervous darling?"

Your thoughts are interrupted by a smooth voice. You head turning to the male who was a few seats away from you. His golden diamond eyes staring at you with hints of concern and playfulness. He had a relaxed posture, hand laying above the black leather seats, as his long legs crossed over on another. Red medium-length hair moving with the tilt of his head including his round circular gold glasses. An air of confidence just surrounds him with so much ease.

He was your elite boss after all.

You head turns back to your lap, eyes on your manicured fingers. With the roll of your eyes, and a sigh you leaned your back against your seat.

"Well, my boss insisted I come with him to this charity gala, filled with bunch of rich powerful sex demons. So no, I'm doing very well."

A sarcastic retort, one that stayed still in silence before a laugh erupted the man. His eyes closed basking in your comment, a fist hiding over his curled smile. You watch him topple over in laughter and embarrassed you blush and turn your head back to the window.

"What a terrible boss~"

Your painted lips turn to a pout, "Mr. Choi-"

"-Tch- You must really be nervous, calling by my last name when I specifically ordered you to just call me Ronin."

You turn back your head, eyes narrowed in annoyance seeing the sly smirk on his face. Your hands crossed over your chest in irritation, his teasing never let up, neither in nor out the workplace. Such the life of being his assistant secretary. It is honestly and interesting job to be in, as you're always keeping on your toes with this charming man.

"It wouldn't be professional of me to do so."

"Jeez, you're so stubborn darling."

"And you're childish."

He only sticks his tongue out making you scoff and turn your body to face back to the window. The wealthy city streets and buildings lights shinning so brightly through the night sky. It was a beautiful view; indeed, your neighborhood was definitely insignificant.

"A sheep going into a lion's den."

The low tone of his voice, it sent a shiver down to your spine. You didn't really say anything back because it was true. You were a sheep going into a place where a bunch of lions were. As a human it made you very nervous. It was different being in the workplace where a bunch of your co-workers, who were of different species. They all respected you and some were even your friends, but this was whole scenario you were far from reaching. In a society where humans were dwindling in numbers as the population non-human creatures rose, it was a challenge. Hard finding jobs, hard being accepted by others, and hard coming to the fact that your whole race was being erased. You were lucky enough that you were able to find a stable career at Ronin's tech company, working your way up until he promoted you to his personal secretary. You were very lucky indeed.

The limousine started to slow down, your destination almost arriving. You can see the extravagant structure already, the blinding lights, the paparazzi, the decorations, it was something out of a story book. Your hand went to your small rectangular black purse, unclipping the latch and digging around to find your lipstick. Before you could even take it out, a hand wrapping around your hand holding the stick. You look up to see Ronin, who had seemed to scoot himself closer. His hand was warm and comforting, as you can already feel your heart start to calm down a bit.

"Stop, you're already enough beautiful."

"W-What I'm just touching up-"

You hand moved away from his hand, as you were going to unscrew the cap on the lipstick to touch up your lips. But before you can do such thing, hands grip your chin gently bringing your [E/C] eyes to his. A genuine smile gracing his lips.

"My eyes are always on you okay; you're going to be great."

His face was close, and his voice was light. Wanting you to know that he will always be there for you. You seriously don't know why or how you got the eyes of the most powerful tech CEO on you, but honestly you were thankful. With so much going on in the world, you were glad the universe shined down on you for this opportunity. A small smile made it to your lips, as your started up at Ronin much certainty.

"Thanks, Ronin."

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This entire place was a palace.

Was the thought you had in your head, walking into the luxurious building. So many socialite people in expensive dresses and suites, the air cool with a sweet scent, a variety of flowers and plants scattered around, the music bristling with so much levity as you could hear another woman singing in a different language. You felt so overwhelmed, yet you were so at awe as your eyes traced down every single detail you could catch.

"You'll catch flies with that open mouth darling."

You snap your head at Ronin who smirks at you. The both of you walk near the reserved tables. His arm was out like a gentleman, just so you can have your arms wrap around his. Your hand squeezing his covered bicep in comfort as your bare shoulder was pressed up against his expensive black suit.

"A place like this wouldn't even have flies." You said back as your eyes went back to the decor around you. Heels clicking with ever step, as your dress flowed with your movements.

"Hehe...trust me there are flies, you just have to look more closely dear."

You only made a small huff of a laugh, the two of you moved to a front row seat that had been reserved for Ronin. His last name sitting on a decorative propped card in the middle. Before Ronin could pull up a seat for you his own name was called.

"Ronin you're here!"

You look up to see four people travel their way down to you and Ronin. A tall older yet handsome man who was the one that called out Ronin's name. He wore a classic black suit with a white blazer, and black tie. His blonde hair swept back with a small streak of white hair: neat and tidy beard and mustache. There was a younger looking couple, a man who had black long hair and a white tuxedo. His partner was hanging off his arm, her pink hair in a high bun. The last man who was next to the couple had short brown hair, and a grey tux. He had a glass of whiskey in hand and a frown on his face. Demons really do of all class don't age and keep their youthful appearance.

Ronin's took his arm from around yours and greeted the older man with a handshake before going into a curt half-hug. He them greeted the rest of the rich demons with a charming smile and kind handshake. You watched him do this with a smile, it always fascinated you how Ronin can switch personalities like that. A charming suave yet intimidating powerful man. Did people usually saw who the real Ronin was, the man that you would have to remind to him to sleep. Otherwise, he spends an all-nighter playing RPGs. The man who would whine and groan because he doesn't want to go to an important business meeting. The man who would constantly pull small pranks on you just to get annoyed lecture after you.

It made you chuckle.

But the fond memories soon drifted away as you felt like you were being watched, and not in a good way. Your eyes lifted as you see the brown-haired male looking at you. His cold grey eyes glaring you down with indifference. As if you were something beneath his shoe. He then scoffs rolling his eyes away from you. You heart thumped, wondering what that was all about. You guess that he wasn't very fond of humans.

"Ah, and who is this beautiful young lady?"

Your eyes refocused to the blonde man who smiled at you. You smiled back, preparing yourself to talk back to these socialite Incubus and succubus.

Ronin smiles brightly motioning his gaze towards you.

"This is [Y/N] [L/N]. She's head manager at my tech company, and my personal secretary." He says that so proudly.

"Hello, it's nice to meet all of you."

You greet yourself while shaking hands with the blonde everyone. Getting to know their names and such. It seemed like the charity belong to the tall blonde, who took on the name of Mr. Valor. Zephyr and Dahlia Bennet were the names of the flirty couple, they were both engaged. And the brown haired male, who refused to shake hands, only giving you a small nod, was named Ethan Rivers.

"So, this is the human I've been hearing about in your company. She's adorable!"

Dahlia says as she takes your hands with hers. Looking at your features. She was a bit taller than you, and her eyes were ruby red.

"I've never seen a human so close up before, only in the news! You smell amazing!"

You blink, before chuckling nervously. You felt like a pet dog or cat being ogled over. And it tickled you, and not in the funny sense.

"Thank you?"

"Dahlia please, give her some space."

Ronin cuts in thankfully as his hands reached towards your waist. He pulls you closer to him. Dahlia chuckles backing away next to Zephyr laughing apologetically.

"Sorry sorry, old habits~"

"Gotta put a leash on her, otherwise she'd fuck everybody in this gala."

Dahlia puts and hits her husband playfully on the chest, as you cringe at the crude joke Zephyr made. You should be used to it now; this wasn't your first interactions with a succubus or an incubus. Their whole culture revolved around sex itself. You've seen Ronin plenty of times take in partner after partner to feed and satisfy his hunger. Though now that you've thought about it more, it's been a while since he's taken interest in another sex partner. You've studied different creatures throughout your life. Finding out about the biology of incubus and succubus. There are some lower forms of them that rank below, then there are the higher more powerful incubi, and Ronin was definitely one of them. Usually, higher ranked incubuses can go a long while without sex to replenish them, it can go up for a month, hell even a year.

You feel Ronin's hand squeeze at your waist making your cheeks heat up, as you look up at him. He only gave you a smile back, as if checking to see if you were okay. You smile back. It was at this moment the Mr. Valor suggest that we should all sit. You all do, Ronin pulling out a seat for you before pushing you in. He sits right beside you, ordering two glasses of wine for the both of you. You take a few sips, watching as Ronin talks more with Valor, it seemed like Ronin was funding this charity event to help. Dahlia turn towards you with a quirky smile, already iching to ask a question.

"So Miss [L/N]-"

"You can just call me [Y/N]." You said politely.

"Right [Y/N], would you like some food. I'm sure Valor can check with the staff and see if there's some food in the back."

You shook your head, chuckle coming out your mouth.

"No I'm good, I actually ate before coming here. I figured there wasn't going to much food, since you guys don't eat it."

You knew some demons don't really need human food to survive, and the Incubus and succubus community are an example of that. They see it more of a inconvenience then a sustainability. Ronin however would eat with you though, especially during lunch hours. You've asked him why he does it. And although it will never satisfy his hunger, he says how he still likes the way food tastes. How it makes him feel a bit human in a sense.

The whole table laughs, and Ronin smiles chuckling with them drinking his wine.

"Wow so educated, done your research on our species have you?"

"Well, in a world filled with many different species, you kinda have to." You laugh with them feeling a bit more confident in yourself.

"That it true." Valor adds nodding. You could hear a scoff, as the corner of your eyes catches Ethan rolling his eyes. Not participating in the conversation at all.

"What about working for Ronin? I'm pretty sure he's not the easiest to work with?" Zephyr asks curiously.

"Oh c'mon, I'm not that bad am I?" Ronin jokes with Zephyr who could only shrug playfully. He then turns to you, his eyes shining at your direction.

You try to come up with anything to say. You smile kindly, with a short chuckle of your own.

"Oh no, he's great! I mean I really do like my position. He's a great boss, very smart inspirational in the tech field industry. It's a pleasure working under him. I hope to archive it someday, though I have to admit it's a lot harder these days."

"Hmph...it's best to give that up."

You turn to Ethan, who was sipping his glass with this disinterest. Looking at you with the same glaring eyes that made you so very uncomfortable. Your heart picked up, as a nervous smile came up trying to not show much distress.

"What?"

"I said it's best to give it up. A woman like you, playing in that type of business would only fail miserably. It's best to stick where you're at miss secretary."

The table was quiet all staring at Ethan with surprise. And you were sitting there taking all of his words. It was like a direct knife stabbing you in the chest, your words caught in your throat. You didn't know what to do, should you cry? No that would make everything awkward. Maybe yell at him? No, you didn't want to cause a scene. All you could do was stare at the man who insulted you and your own intelligence.

A sudden slam of the table alerts everything at the table. They turn to view Ronin now, who stood up from his seat, both palms placed on the white silk sheeted table. His eyes closed as if he was thinking hard on something. It was unnerving, a very stern unpleasant face he was making. But it soon gone away as he lifted his head, looking at Ethan with a sweet tooth rotting smile, a smile that looked more like a sneer.

"For your information Mr. Rivers, my lovely secretary [Y/N] is one of the most smartess beings I have ever met. Did you know she was the only human who graduated top of her class with honors. She was able to climb her way at the top even in her status. When she first arrived to my company, I knew she would be a great asset. And she proved me right. She definitely deserves any type of position she sets her eyes on. Only a true visionary would see this, would they not?"

You looked at Ronin in awe, eyes wide as you heard him say all this praise towards you. Your cheeks flush with heat, heart pounding in your chest. Everyone looked at Ronin with the same surprised face. Only Ethan had a different face, one of anger and resentment for the man on the other side of the table. But Ronin paid him no mind. In fact, as soon as a new song was played by the band orchestra, Ronin looked your way and grabbed your hand to pull you up now standing with him.

"Excuse us."

You were then suddenly taken to the open of the ballroom. Many couples slow dancing against the hard-wood floor to the sensual music. Once you two were at the dance floor away from the table you were at, Ronin holds you close. His hand wrapped around your waist securely, as his other handheld onto your right hand gently. He begins to sway with the music, blending withing the crowd of dancers, as you had no choice but to dance with him. You look up and see a frown on his face, his eyebrows furrowed. His teeth almost gritting together showing a bit of his fangs.

"Ronin are you okay?"

He scoffs.

"That damn Rivers...I swear he's been on my ass ever since the day bought his company due to bankruptcy. Now he works for me."

He mumbles to himself in irritation.

"Ronin."

He then lets out a long sigh, before looking down at you. His eyes now soft, as he gives of a warm but sad smile.

"Sorry about that darling, I didn't scare you back there, did I?"

"No of course not it's just..."

Ronin tilts his head, seeing you turn your face away. He was still guiding you through the dance, swaying back and forth to the music like a natural pro.

"Just what?"

"It's just that, no one ever defended me like that before."

Your cheeks were still flushed, as you were too embarrassed to meet his lingering gaze. He didn't say anything, but soon enough you hear him laugh. The silly genuine laugh of his that made your heart flutter. He looked at you with so many emotions in his eyes. His hand giving your hand a squeeze.

"Oh, my sweet precious darling."

You couldn't help but laugh with him as you dance the with your boss. He made you feel so comfortable, and it was so easy to just be yourself around him. Your first time meeting him, you would of never guessed he could be this kind. He may be a rich cocky playboy, but he was also a great friend. You smiled up at him, just having fun dancing with him.

"Ronin, you're such a really good friend. I'm glad I met you."

Ronin looks at you, his smile dropping a bit as his face was now unreadable. Your heart skips, wondering if you said anything wrong to upset him. But before you could talk, Ronin made a move. Releasing your waist to pull you in a twirling spin. You spin around a couple of times confused from his action. But it all suddenly stops as he pulls you into his chest. Your back facing him, as his head was in between your neck. You heart paced, as you can feel the warm breath hit your shoulder, his lips an inch away from kissing it. His hands were holding onto your waist tightly, as if he was afraid of letting you go. You couldn't see his face, making you even more nervous.

"R-Ronin?"

He only inhales a breath.

"I don't just want to be your friend darling~"

He whispered this into your ear. Your stomach starts to flip, as butterflies start to fill your whole body. Goosebumps starting to flare along your skin. What did he say? What does that mean? Why did he say that? So many questions flooded your poor brain.

He soon lets go of you and spins you around again so you're facing him once more. His eyes look serious, but there was something else in them that you couldn't quite read.

Something darker.

The song stops, as everyone claps but the two of you were just standing still. Staring at each other with so much intensity. You noticed how he held both of your hands in his. Thumbs rubbing in circles against the back. Your lips part, wanting to say something back. But you couldn't as you saw Valor come into view. He has an apologetic expression as he walks up to you both.

"Ronin, [Y/N], I'm so sorry to interrupt you both. A few of my fellow colleagues and I want to have a discussion with you about the new future advancements of our companies. That is if you're free?"

He questions as Ronin looks at him still with an unreadable face. His hands squeeze yours, as if he didn't want to leave. But a charming smile came up in his lips as with a curt nod.

"Of course, I've known you've been waiting to introduce me to them." He agrees without hesitation, "Just a moment."

He looks back at you, smiling.

"I'll be gone for a bit okay. Are you comfortable enough to wait for me?"

You hesitate, but nod anyways not wanting to stop him from working.

"Yeah, I'll be fine on my own."

"Good, will finish our conversation later."

Ronin let's go of your hands backing away for a moment as he was now by Valor's side. He looks back at you with a cheerful wink.

"Don't miss me too much."

You roll your eyes watching as Ronin leaves to a private room with Valor. Here you ate alone, with nothing to do but entertain yourself. You huffed, running a finger to your hot cheek. His words still lingering in your head. He wants to finish the conversation, about not wanting to be just friends. You whine trying to get yourself together. You need to go to the bathroom and cool off. You sigh as you walked up to one of the staff to ask directions to the nearest restrooms. Because you had a feeling that this palace was a giant maze, and you were not in the mood to wander around the building lost over a bathroom. The staff told you politely and you thanked them, before heading your way. You walked upstairs to go into the lavish hallway filled with many paintings, flowers, statues, and furniture. You took a left and saw the women's restrooms immediately. Going inside you do your business, checking your hair and makeup. You checked the clock that was hanging on the wall, it was 9:30 pm. Still a bit early, you were already exhausted and ready to go home to your bed.

Once you came out you took your time admiring the decor throughout the hallway. Not knowing how long Ronin might be talking to his business partners. The hallways were empty with no one occupying but yourself. Once you turned a corner though, you could see a man stumbling his way up the grand hallway. You immediately recognized him as Ethan. Not wanting to meet his gaze you turn around to sprint away, but you were already seen.

"Well, if it isn't miss secretary."

You instantly felt uncomfortable, not knowing what to do in this situation. He was blocking the way to the staircase, as you had to get around him to go back to the gala. You turn, giving him a small nod as you really didn't make eye contact. You then quickly make your way out, passing him by, only to hand wrapped around your wrist tightly.

"Hey! I'm talking to you bitch."

This was getting dangerous, and you could feel the impending fear strike your body. His cheeks were red, he must been drinking a lot.

"M-Mr. Rivers, please let go-"

"Why should I, so you can go back to that fucking asshole."

You couldn't say anything, as you try to tug your wrist from his grasp. His grip only getting tighter making you wince in pain.

"Let go of me.."

He does say anything, his eyes glaring into yours with so much hatred. You couldn't remove yourself from him, as if he held an iron grip on you. A human could never outmatch an Incubus. And it proved as Ethan slammed you right up against the velvet walls. His how body caging you with nowhere else to go. One of his hands were wrapped around your throat, while the other pinned your left hand up on the wall. You try to punch and push him away using your right, but those did nothing against him. It was like hitting a brick wall.

"I'm betting a lowly human like yourself didn't get to the top just on her own, did ya?"

You gasp, the air starting to get less and less hard to breath in as his hand held onto your throat tightly. You looked at him in fear, tears threatening to spill over.

"You must have fucked you way up to the top huh? Goddamn whore, humans like you make me fucking sick."

"N-No..."

"Don't fucking lie to me!"

He slammed you head against the wall roughly. The pain rising making your cry, and sniffle. You smell the stench of alcohol just coating his body. It was everywhere; it made you want to puke. Ethan than smirks, seeing your tears roll down your cheeks, ruining your mascara.

"You must really be doing a number on your boss just to keep you. How many times he's fucked you. I mean, if you're that damn desperate to be at the top, then why not..."

He pauses for a moment, as you can feel one of his knees being placed between your legs. His knee grazing your crotch, making you wiggle and squirm. It felt so awful, nothing about it was pleasurable. You continued to cry, wiggling under his hold but he only put pressure more on your neck, choking you viciously.

"Why not play with me instead...I bet I can fuck you better than him."

His hand that was holding your wrist lets go, as he trails his hand up your cleavage. His finger teasing you skin until they reach your short dress sleeve. Without hesitation, using his strength, he rips that part of the dress. Your sleave coming off, exposing more of your skin, especially your breasts. The only thing only the top of your dress now was the other sleeve on the right side. You wanted to call for help, you prayed for it, but you couldn't. Not with his hand wrapped around your throat. You could only let out strangled please, as your vision starts to get a bit hazy. All you could think about in that moment was Ronin as your eyes closed.

Before Ethan could rip off the other half of your sleeve, a hard punch to the side of his face. His body flying back against the floor with the thud, letting go of your neck. You gasp once again, feeling the air return to your lungs. You hand touched your throat as your eyes closed, body leaning forward with wobbly legs. You were shaking and crying heavily.

Your eyes then open to feel a warm black suit-jacket placed around your shoulders gently. You look up to see Ronin, and his face riddled with pure anger. He took you into his arms, pressing you against his chest, hand on your head. His heart was racing as you heard it pounding inside.

"You filthy bastard."

A low growl erupted Ronin, his eyes narrowed as he held you tightly. His eyes were glowing, as his sharp teeth bared. Watching as the sick man wipes the blood from his nose, glaring back at him. It was so intense that you felt his urge to continuing the fight. Wanting to rip the man up to shreds. He set you aside as he walks closer to Ethan deathly stare that would make anyone shudder. It scared you, and all you wanted right now was to stop this and go home.

"You have the audacity to lay your dirty hands on my-

You immediately went up and hugged his back, crying into his black blazer.

"Ronin please stop, let's just go...please..."

He stops; anger pushed to the side as he turns to you. His head stuck between comforting you or beating the hell out of this man. He looked at you both, his brain in conflict, but at the end he turned towards you. His back turning away from Ethan as he stumbles to get himself back up.

"[Y/N] let me-"

"I-I just wanna go home, just take me home please!"

Ronin only let's out a sigh then a nod. He picks you up by the legs carrying you like a bride. You were surprised but didn't say anything against it, too emotionally drained to comment. Ronin looks back at Ethan, he didn't really say much as they just stared at each other. His face holding onto a small smirk, while Ronin gave him a scowl. His head then turns away, before he walked out of the hallway and down the stairs. Your head was buried in his neck, all from the viewing eyes who looked upon you curiously to what happened. It felt embarrassing, and shameful.

"Don't worry, I'll treat you in the limo ride back."

And he did.

Once he got valet to bring over the limo, you got in with him. The driver starting the long fancy car, as Ronin treated your bruises with an first aid kit that was stashed away for emergencies. He puts some healing ointment onto your neck and wrist, then wrapped then gently with some gauge wraps. The ride to your home was silent, Ronin didn't really say a word, as you didn't either. You couldn't read his expressions, as you watched him treat your wounds. All that could be heard was the soft purr of the car, and the couple of sniffles that left your nose. Once the driver made it to your apartment complex, Ronin got out with you to escort you back to your door. He wanted to make sure you made it to your home himself. And as you got your front door, opening it with your keys, your turn to meet Ronin. Not really knowing what to say at that moment. But you didn't even get a word out before you feel Ronin's head place upon your shoulder. His face hidden from you, but you can definitely hear it. The small quiet sobs, his composure breaking.

"I'm sorry...you were right, I shouldn't have taken you there."

Your eyes widen hearing his soft voice. Hearing him doing his best not to cry so much right in front of you. The guilt and shakiness of his voice evident. Tears start to form in your eyes once again, as you could only wrap your arms around him, the two of you crying in each other's arms.

"You didn't know-"

"No, I should have known. I should have known better that he would...do such a thing..."

You comforted each other both, as Ronin held you tightly in his arms. His face still buried, but you could feel his body shaking. You two hug for what seemed like hours, but it was only two minutes. Ronin pulls away from you with a small smile on his lips, a comfort smile.

"But don't worry darling, I'll fix everything."

You didn't know what he meant by that, and you were going to ask but he only gave you a kiss on your forehead. Which definitely made blush at the sweet gesture. Your eyes go wide with a small inhale intake, it was cute and made him chuckle. Your confused innocent face.

"Get some rest, take the week off, hell a month even. Things like this take time to heal okay."

"B-But what about wor-"

"Don't worry about that, I've got everything handled. You just relax and take it easy. If you have trouble, I'm just a call away."

He winks making you softly chuckle. Even in this sad situation, he still makes you smile. And you appreciated that from him. You nod, your hands pulling his suit jacket more over your body. The scent sending your nerves at ease, it smelt like citrus with a hint of spice.

You both say your goodbyes to one another, as Ronin watches you walk in before closing the door to your apartment. Once you were gone, Ronin face darkens. He walks out of the apartment complex seeing his limo parked right beside the curb. He then pulls out his phone inside of his pockets and starts to call up a number. Pressing the phone to his ears, he waits, hearing the ringing before it suddenly connected to the person he wanted to talk to.

"I'm going to need your assistance."

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It's been about three weeks since the incident.

You're sitting at home, on your couch with your warm pj's on. Soft blanket wrapped around your body as you watched your favorite TV shows. It was 1:21 in the afternoon, and your boss Ronin has issued you a full paid month recovery. Even though you insisted that he didn't have to pay you, nor give you an entire month to recover. But he already issued this, even tempting to give you another month, but you put your foot down with just one month. And so here you were enjoying your time off.

There were some bad moments, bad night or days, where you stewed over your awful predicament. Where you had nightmares and panic attacks just from the sheer thought alone. But all of it came to a halt whenever Ronin was here to cheer you up. Whenever he had the time, he would come over and help you in anyway shape or form. Whether it be distracting you by talking walks, reading comic books, or playing your favorite video games. To him just comforting whenever you needed a cry. He was always there when you needed. Your friends saw your absence and were concerned. You told them how you were just dealing some stuff, deciding you'll tell them later when your fully ready, still too embarrassed. They understand, not wanting to pressure you into talking about it.

You jumped when you heard your apartment bell ring. You paused your tv show to walk up to your door. Through the peephole you saw a pizza harpy girl, carrying a box of pizza and litter soda bottle. You open the door and greet the harpy.

"Is this [Y/N] [L/N]?"

"Yeah?"

"Here's your meal then."

"But I didn't order any pizza and soda."

"Someone ordered it for you."

The harpy shrugs as she puts the pizza and soda in your arms. She then left, leaving you confused. But then your confusion turns into an all-knowing smile, as you rolled your eyes. You closed and locked the door, only to place the food on top of the kitchen counter. You then grabbed your phone, contacting the person in your mind.

"Darling! Did you get the food?"

"Seriously, pizza? Why?"

"What do you mean why? So, you can eat duh. Usually we have a lunch together at this time."

"So what, did you order some pizza for yourself as well?"

"Maaaybee~"

"You're such a goof."

"Only for you darling, I hope you like your lunch. Can I visit for dinner pretty pleeease?"

"Hmm...only if you bring dessert with you too."

"Deal! I'll see you then!"

The call ends.

And you go over to the box of pizza, lifting it up to see your favorite toppings. A smile grows on your lips, as you began to fix yourself a plate of food.

Unbeknownst to you, a very small unnoticeable camera that hid inside a ceiling light. There was another hidden in the sink faucet. Even over to your couch where you sat, and began to eat the delicious pizza, and drink your soda. There were cameras embedded all over the living room, capturing every single angle and movement of you. Even your tv, the one that you were watching. There didn't even need to be a camera inside, because the whole tv itself was the camera to him.

Ronin was already looking straight at you, through the tv scream. His eyes were closed, a stupid grin on his face, as he used his technopath to watch you eat your fill of the pizza, watching the tv with that perfect smile of yours. He could see it all, every single possible angle of your adorable face. It didn't just stop in your living room. All throughout your apartment rooms, were thousands of hidden cameras he placed, just so he can view it through his eyes. Hell he could teleport there if he wanted to, and he has, but he'll save that when your asleep. He wanted to make you smile like that all day every day, to have you laugh and giggle without a worry to your pretty little head.

Oh, how he longed to by you side right now. To hold you close in his arms, to finally confess his undying feeling for you. To kiss you and protect you from the disgusting filth from this world. He had to hold himself from asking you to quit your job and just live with him forever, but he stopped himself. No no, he has to be patient, it would ruin his entire plan. You weren't at that stage yet. Though the thought of you staying at his home sent had his body shaking at the blissful thought.

Be patient, he tells himself.

Be patient.

Be patient.

Let her come to you.

All the pieces will come falling bit by bit.

His thoughts and peeping gaze were soon interrupted when he heard strangled grunts and moans. Ronin opens his eyes, his expression drastically changing from bliss to utter indifference and lack of emotion. His head was tilted towards his ceiling, a ceiling that contained his large scientific lab. A private work lab where he did most of his studies, programming, and engineering.

A lab where he contained a dangerous pest.

Ethan Rivers was strapped down against the cool mechanical table, so he had nowhere to go. Not like he could get up any time soon, not in his current state. He didn't look like himself anymore. His physique horrifically disfigured in ways the body shouldn't be. His mouth was completely plastered over with a solid metal plate, with two bolts screwed to keep it tight and shut. His hair was completely gone, as well as the top of his scalp, showing the bloody inside of the empty skull, no brain inside. Both of his hands and feet were chopping off, as the skin around his arms, legs, and thighs were flayed open. Showing their tendon, fat, muscle, and bone, like somewhere from a medical textbook.

Both of his eyes were gone, only left with the empty hole sockets. Even his penis and testicles were amputated right off his body. But the true horror was right at his chest, as an open chest cavity was pulled apart showing his insides. His rips were no longer there, as the only thing there was his beating heart that still kept pumping through his open chest. His big and small intestines still packed neatly below his heart. Blood was splattered everywhere, even on Ronin's lap coat, gloves, and cheek. There was a drain bellow the table to collect the spilling blood that came below. He kept him alive throughout all those weeks, as he tortured this man day by day, night by night. He made him feel every single inch of pain, making the process slow an excruciating.

Ronin let's out a sigh, looking to his left to see his shelf propped up with jars of his bodily organs. His eyes, liver, brain, stomach, ears, even his Incubus wings and tail which he personally ripped off himself, Hanging above like some prized trophy. He tortured Ethan at his full demonic Incubus form, just to harvest his organs one by one. He had his fill, his enjoyment of massacring this pathetic excuse of a man all gone. Now he just wanted to get over with and kill him. But first, he had to harvest the rest.

Multiple square mechanic tiles along the ceiling opened. Revealing many mechanical hands that held many instruments ranging from a medical knife, a syringe, to a whirling bone saw that buzzed within the empty lab. They all lowered from above Ethan, as his grunts and groans were still playing in Ronin's ear. He didn't know what was going on, only knowing pain, and the pain that was soon to come.

Using his powers, he lowers the knife wielding arm close to Ethan's heart. Ready to cut the damn thing out to harvest and sell to the black market. His hand lowers a pair of clear medical glasses over his eyes, for any blood that might spray upon him. His eyes calculated and cold, while his mind replays the vision of your happy smile over and over again. The muffled screams of pain distant, as all he thinks about to himself was wondering what you like for dinner tonight.

"My eyes are always on you darling~"

[epickiya722]

Hi Kiya, hope you are doing well.

What inspired you to come up with the concept and ideas for the Star's Rebirth AU?

I'm doing fine, thank you! I low-key having been neglecting my sleep but I'm now back on track!ദ്ദി ( ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ )

Oooh, I was asked a similar question before! But I'd like to talk about it again.

The first story, His Role, was just a story I wrote on a whim. I was going though an emotional period and needed to get my feelings together and distract myself. I started writing that story and somehow it became a 17K+ fic that begun a series of the idea of "what if Yuji was Tengen's vessel".

I also wanted to write more interactions between Kenjaku and Yuji and also try out the "Sukuna and Yuji are twins" concept.

Which before I really got into writing the AU was already a post I was working on, you can read that here.

After His Role, I actually didn't think I would turn it into a series. But I was a lot more invested than I thought!

While that fic was Yuji becoming Tengen's vessel, the following stories were exploring him and the others adjusting to the new changes.

His Mercy and Her Tears are both birthday fics! His Mercy is for Yuji's birthday. In that fic, I touch on some ideas I had in mind. The fic is like a story made up of smaller ones. The characters celebrate Yuji's 16th birthday and then other things happen, most of which are discussions between characters.

I knew I wanted to write a fic for Yuji's birthday, but I didn't have a clue as to what should happen in the fic.

Unlike the former, Her Tears is of an idea I had in mind for a long time and it wasn't until Nobara's birthday came around that I wrote it. It also doesn't take place on Nobara's birthday. Instead, it's more of Nobara reconnecting with some important people in her life while out one day.

His Mother, that takes place after His Mercy, and Her Weightlessness are both fics where I explore Kaori's character, the latter being a fic that explores Kaori's made-up backstory before the narrative of JJK took place.

In canon, the most we know very little of her and I decided to take a stab at conjuring an image of what she could have been like. I headcanon that Yuji would have gotten his personality from her.

If you asked me, I can see Yuji being a mama's boy. Like, he and Kaori have a good relationship and are like two peas in a pod. So similar in behavior that even though he looks like the men in his family, Yuji is like Kaori's mini-me.

Then there's His Following! That fic actually was going to a long one shot with His Mercy, however, I had a feeling I wasn't going to finish that version in time for Yuji's birthday. So I scrapped the idea and used it for what is His Following, a fic that should be multi-chaptered.

I had a thought one day about the possibility of Sukuna having a "fan club", like the Star Religious Group, in modern time and used that to develop the plot.

I also wanted to have my own JJK OC to write for. Asahi, I didn't have a last name for her until I thought "it would be funny if she was a Gojo". I had everything else in mind for her but that until then. (Feel free to ask more about her if you want, folks.)

While I love her, I'm not actually sure how everyone else feels about her. I don't think anyone has really said anything, but it's whatever.

Once I decided to make her a Gojo, I immediately opted to make her a sibling to Gojo. I often see sibling OCs for him. Instead, I made her a cousin of sorts to him and older. She's like that cool older cousin/aunt.

There's also The Pink Sky and Cherry Blossoms.

That fic actually wasn't a part of the AU until I decided to add Uro to the AU. The fic explores her, how she feels. I really enjoys Uro in the manga and just felt it was only right to write a fic for her and where she interacts with my other pink haired fave, Yuji.

It was definitely a challenge to write that fic, it was. But sometimes I like to challenge myself.

And that's all I have to say for the AU!!

Overall, the AU was just another one of my "what crazy idea Kiya will cook up this time" moments.

I'm surprised people have read the fics, too. I thought people wouldn't have taken to them, but I had a pleasant surprise there!

Fic Backstory Ask

[cureskies]

MOOT TELL ME ABOUT PRECURE it looks so swagulous … i need2know your opinions !!!!!

HI HAI I HAVE LOTS OF THOUGHTS ABOUT PRECURE I LOVE PRECURE

i first got into it when my partner introduced me to tropical rouge (VERY silly season, similar to alola pokemon vibes if you know that) and then we blasted through hirogaru sky in like 3 weeks and it's one of my favorite things i've ever watched!! i was never into magical girls/girly stuff when i was little and i feel like precure is healing the part of me that wishes i had embraced my feminine side more as a teenager. i was extremely boyish and hated anything "girly" for a majority of my life and it's been a joy slowly discovering that side of myself

ive been really attached to two characters in particular from hirogaru sky: sora and ageha!

sora is very kind, determined, hard-working and excitable; her main goal is to become a hero and her progression throughout the series is amazing because despite wanting to always save the day, she falls multiple times. she gets scared and runs away, in one episode abandoning her dream almost entirely until the people she loves pull her back. she always does what's right even if it's terrifying, and i really admire her for that. she's quickly become one of my favorite characters of all time and a huge inspiration to me

ageha was a surprise to me because i knew almost nothing about hirogaru sky when i first started watching. i usually tend to fixate on the protagonist and deuteragonist (mashiro isn't technically a deuteragonist, but they have the closest relationship in the group) so when i first saw ageha i didn't really think much of her. but throughout the series it's shown that she's VERY passionate and dedicated to her dream of becoming a nursery school teacher and that honestly hit me like a sack of bricks because i had just started my major in elementary education. i was excited, but also very uncertain, because for the first two years of uni i majored in psych but didn't really have much direction. seeing her and how dedicated she was, and the episode where she's offered a job with more prestige and declines politely, citing her dream and how much she loved her job, really helped turn some gears in my head. in fact on tuesday i did an interview with one of the teachers at the school i'm planning to work at next semester!

(for your second ask, i don't really know yet BUT i did plan to make a precure oc at some point after seeing my partner's. i would probably make them teal and use a sword!)

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

I think my most controversial Warrior Cats opinion is that I actually really like the Cinderpelt-heart reincarnation plot. Or at least I would really love a version of it without all teh ableist implications. StarClan realizing that teh “no kits for medicine cats” rule is hurtful, and also that disabled cats are often pushed into roles they don’t want and aren’t suited for, and they reincarnate Cinderpelt for those reasons, not because a disabled life isn’t a full one. Cinderheart feeling pressure from teh clan, maybe even her family or even Lionblaze, to be a medicine cat when she finds out. It has potential idk.

I liked it at first, because... Admittedly, I read Po3 before I read TNP and before I finished TPB.

So Cinderpelt was this mysterious, not quite known character to me. I went and read TNP and thought "hmm. I wish it had been more 'this is happening because your life is going to be cut short now due to the move to the lake and that isn't fair because you were supposed to live a long time so go become your niece, really sorry about the badgers, xoxo PS sorry about your mom slowly starving to death in the forest'"

Instead it hinges on her having had "not a full life", which.... When I went EVEN FURTHER back and finished TPB.... She did. She loved Medicine. It was HER choice. The Erin's forgot, made a weird retcon that has become her entire character: "I loved my teacher and didn't tell him", and had Lionblaze be the... Reward for that?

I liked it, it was just done for a stupid reason. Another one of those "we wrote this plot point to make sure a character does xyz" instead of just... Writing it. Snowkit's death is the most egregious example of these writers pretending they have no control over these fictional cats.

I have some controversial opinions of my own.

The Lake territory is cool but also sucks. We need to either leave the Lake or start redoing things about it. It has no landmarks to hang out at or have what I call 'set pieces' whatsoever, and more importantly no threats (thunderpaths, snake rocks, gorge, the tree with a huge Owl, Carrionplace) and I'm pretty sure the writers feel this way too since we leave the Lake once an arc. I wouldn't mind moving territories again, to a more dangerous but still natural place.

Breezepelt should be a permanent Queen. I know it would mean seeing less of him (which I dislike) but him being a gentle parent and helping others raise their kits would be a PERFECT wrap up to his arc. As much as I desperately want Breezestar I think he would fit more as a perma-queen.

A trip to the distant future or past would be both good and bad. A whole new cast would be kinda cool but let's be honest, these writers suck. What is needed is a whole new writing team of people who actually LIKE the books.

I never really liked canon!Riverstar that much, we really didn't know anything about him because DOTC is less Dawn of The Clans and more "pwease like our power trip fantasy oc who knocks up a girl his son's age 🥺". I genuinely cannot remember anything River Ripple even does. He just... Isn't there. Maybe more prevalent in the last 2 books but I never got past the first 3 chapters of book 5 and never opened book 6 aside from looking at its last scene and rolling my eyes. Petal's death was where I drew the line, the narrative bending over backwards to make Clear Sky a poor sad baby crossed it.

• I've come around thanks to Bonefall but I genuinely hated Star Flower as a kid. The way she was described was uncomfortable, annoying and made it feel like the writers were trying to force you to think she's this gorgeous, perfect cat, it made her boring, bland, and anything with her in it a slog to get through because of the way Thunder spoke about her, going on and on about her beautiful she was, getting worse when Moth Flight's Vision described her with purple eyes to go with her star-shaped pupils... Also, I was really attached to Petal, who died suddenly when Star Flower entered the picture, and I was on the assumption Clear Sky and Petal were going to get together, while I didn't like Clear Sky, I just wanted my favorite to stay alive unlike every other female character. Starf also suddenly becoming a helples damsel in distress added to the annoyance so badly that I actually never finished DOTC, and it made me take a break from the series altogether. I really wanted her to be playing the long game. A sincere thank you to Bonefall for helping me reread who this character is, and while the way our 'Camera' describes hee is still annoying, I can at least look past that and see the roots of this character.

I love Leafpool, and Hollyleaf. Met a lot of Leafpool fans who seem to think Hollyleaf is this monster when she very much reads as someone who cannot handle their religious and emotional abuse based trauma and lashed out at the wrong person. What she did to Leafpool was awful but she was basically an irrational teenager. Just like apprentice does not always equal child, warrior does not always equal "grown ass adult who should get over it". Her own existence went against every single thing she believed in and was told by her own mentor to never ever question.

As sweet as the scene with Dandelionkit and Juniperkit in Starclan was... There was really 0 point in giving Squilf 2 dead kids, other than "the writers hate her". The only thing I can see a point for it is for a long-shot setup to Squirrelstar for some lives seeing as you just know they absolutely forgot about Squish's friends.

• I think Ivypool has somewhat of a right to be upset with Dovewing. HEAR ME OUT. She is allowed to be upset, NOT take it out on Dovewing. She also needs to learn that she helped drive her sister out, but the writers are allergic to that kind of thing in favour of "make character a background conservative. If female = mom. If mom = soft until politcal debate scenario." She is allowed to be sad and upset that her only sister is gone, she just needs to acknowledge she messed up, as well as lots of Thunderclan cats messed up.

It's time to kill Brightheart, Brackenfur, Thornclaw and Cloudtail. Enough is enough, start retiring cats who were full warriors when TNP started. Tawnypelt should be in the Elders den and Oakfur should be rotting in hell for what he let happen to Berrynose. On that same note, I hope Russetfur went on trial for that and her attempt on Firestar's life. I like her but good GOD, that was egregious, and looks even more pathetic when Yellowfang's Secret reveals she herself wasn't Clanborn.

Tigerheart's Shadow is a good book (aside from that one 'territory' bit, you know the one) and this series could go FAR if they embraced the mysterious mystical elements they set up, people are far too harsh on the experimental things.

Moonkitti makes good points sometimes but I need younger fans to stop taking everything she says as gospel and start thinking for themselves; case in point the recent Mapleshade drama that REEKS of "if I was Orpheus I wouldn't have turned around". The writers call the Moonstone the Moonpool every time we revisit the forest, do you really think they remembered The Bridge? Did YOU remember the bridge or did Moonkitti point it out? Also, with how cosmically doomed from the start the story was, the water probably would have overtaken the bridge and STILL swept them away. For every one good take Moonkitti has they seem to have more than a few bad ones.

My silly one. FERNSONG SHOULD HAVE BEEN NAMED AFTER HONEYFERN AND BEEN A HONEYFERN CLONE APPEARANCE WISE. No problem with him being named for Ferncloud but could they PLEASE acknowledge that Cinderheart is Honeyfern's sister too? Poppyfrost named her baby boy after Molekit and Lilyheart named her daughter Honeykit despite never having met Honeyfern, and those don't feel like coincidences.

I dislike the Tribe as its concept, but I like some of the characters that came from it, know what I mean? I like OG Stoneteller (though I always pictured him very differently. I saw him as gray tabby with white paws!) I think he is an interesting character, and Outcast was a huge letdown with having him be wrong. It would be a nice change in story if the Clan cats had tried to push their way, only for it to NOT work, for there to be a different way to do things, or a trick the Tribe used in the past that they "could give another crack at", and for the Clan cats to learn that their way of life is not a golden standard. Could you imagine Hollypaw learning this? I also really like Brook. I dismantled her and I know she is a play on the stupid "Indian princess" trope. I love how sweet she is, though I hate how it was painted against the Tribe. I plan to keep that wisdom and kindness, while also making The Tribes just as good a place to live.

I don't think Tawnystar would've been a good idea, as good as a name like that sounds. She, like Bramble, is too old, and the writers can't stand killing off Arc 2 characters in favour of killing off Arc 3 and 4, we would have been stuck with her and the writing for leaders atm SUCKS. Tawnypelt also just... Isn't that great. While I like her, I don't think she would be a good leader. Same goes for Mothstar, though I feel like they could have it done better if they do have it happen by making her not want the 9 lives. After the absolute Christian slog ASC has been about "non believers" it would be cool to see her prove that wrong and put this shitty arc's hinge point in the ground once and for all.

I'm tired of Med Cat protags. We've had one since TNP barring Dawn of The Clans when arguably it would have been the most beneficial from Pebble Heart or Dappled Pelt. Leafpool was cool because she was the first, Jayfeather was kinda cool still because of blindness and being part of the Prophecy, and while his POV in OOTS was a necessary evil, we did not need Alderheart. There is no reason to have Alderheart be the POV when Sparkpelt has the objectively more interesting setup and Alderheart's "anxiety" works better when we can't see through his eyes, as the authors don't know what actual anxiety is. Shadowsight and Frostpaw are alright, through Frostpaw's pov suffers around Nightheart and she does suffer from Camera POV Syndrome at times... Not helped by her being a Female Warriors Character with all the lovely things that come with it. Shadowsight was cool until the writers completely fumbled the bag and made him rude, argumentative, and dropped his epilepsy for no reason. All this is NOT helped by the new retcon that you're just "born different" with some kind of inherit special connection to Starclan, like it wasn't some kind of learned thing, hence Cinderpelt struggling with it as a lot of the time she was on her own!

Let Daisy retire and let Sorrelstripe take over the nursery. These new characters are in desperate need of personality, let Sorrelstripe be a feisty, confident midwife who won't let Queens be bullied into things.

[born-tobea-nymph1]

!Tom Riddle Fanfic!

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Hey peeps! I'm "relatively" new to Tumblr (basically meaning I just haven't been brave enough to post yet). And I'm a HUGE fan of Tom Riddle. I love reading Tom Riddle fanfics too, and I have thousands of ideas of stories to write, but that being said I need YOUR guys help choosing what story you guys would be most interested in reading.

The first option is: A Tom Riddle origin story. Where I will be taking my own liberties to create a story totally surrounding him and his rise to power.

The second option: A professor Tom Riddle x OC story. Where it's the OC's last year at Hogwarts when a new teacher enters Hogwarts. Morals bend, magic is explored, and irrevocable bonds formed.

The third option: A professor Tom Riddle x OC story. Where Dumbledore has sent himself back in time to right (in his opinion) his greatest wrong. He convinces his old self to allow Tom Riddle to teach at Hogwarts. Then he sends a student who's spent more time than she can count studying Tom, back into Hogwarts to make sure he still doesn't become the worlds ultimate evil. Can she stay out of his dark web? Or is there more to the story?

OR if you want to share an idea of your OWN that you'd like me to write share in the comments!!

-Please leave a vote for what story you guys would prefer. The last two will probably a bit more of an enemies to lovers vibe.

-Keep in mind there is no 100% guarantee I'll write for the most voted for story. I just want to see what YOU guys want to read to help influence the story I'll write.

-If you want to read a snippet of something I've written click keep reading. Ignore any mistakes I haven't edited it yet.

This is part of the prologue to the story you guys are helping choose to write (cause really after this I can take the story anywhere):

It had started raining not even ten minutes into Tom's discipline. It tapped relentlessly against the widow, a storm like Tom's anger. The sky was streaked in all the shades of gray, and thundering with angrresion. It felt familiar. Tom, too, was like the thunder.

He sat alone in his room for the rest of the day. A welcome solitude. It was far better than dealing with the other children or sitting through their insufferable lessons. Madame had told them all it was required and important for them once they become adults in the real world. Tom, however had quickly realized that this form of education wasn’t for him. He didn’t care much for it, or anything else in this wretched place.

He perched on the edge of his bed, staring out the window. His room overlooked a bustling street below. People scurried about, dodging the downpour, their clothes quickly soaked as they rushed toward shelter, umbrella in hand.

Others, more relaxed, strolled through the wet streets, embracing the rain.

The cold seeped into his room, into his bones making him shiver. His gray uniform offered little against the chill.

Tom's gaze followed a mother in a pale blue trench coat running hand in hand with her child, a small ginger haired boy. They crossed the street, seeking succor from the arching canopies. Their laughter echoed throughout the small street into his room. The mother bent down brushing hair out of her sons face and kissed him on the forehead. He giggled wrapping his arms around her.

Tom scowled and turned away, lips curled in disdain. Something about this grated his nerves, a small dull ache twisted in his chest. As he sat anger pooled around him again, dark and unyielding. He hated this orphanage. Hated madame. Hated Robby. Even the thought of his mother filled him with disgust.

Why had she brought him here and left him with these people?

Why name him after his father who didn't care for him?

Those question had pestered Tom for ages. It once used to make him cry, but not anymore. He had made a vow long ago-the day he stopped crying-that he would leave. One day, when he was stronger than Robby, he would escape and make those who had wronged him pay.

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The next morning, soft light streamed through Tom curtains, waking him gently. He rustled between the sheets of his bed, muscles sore from the mattress. After many years of use, the mattress fluff had begun to fade, leaving only the harsh springs to jab his body in the middle of the night.

Tom threw his sheets to the side, legs sliding against the soft fabric of his bed to the edge of the mattress, his feet gently thudding against the cold wooden floor. The storm outside seemed to subside, leaving only the gray clouds as trace that there was ever a storm.

The sharp ring of madame's bell, echoed from out in the hallway, followed shortly by her voice, "Children, up now! Get on your clothes it's time for breakfast."

Groaning lightly, Tom got up and wandered to his wardrobe. He reached for the handle, it opened with a creak. Hanging on hooks inside was his daily uniform. At the bottom, certain keepsakes. Somethings he'd found, others he'd taken from the boys and girls.

Then, madame's knuckles rapped against Toms door, acting more as a warning than as a polite gesture. She opened the door, sticking her head inside, "Tom, get dressed quickly you've got a visitor." She said then slipped back out into the hallway.

Tom's hand stilled from reaching for his uniform. He had a visitor. Another doctor most likely-it's all he ever had. Especially since yesterdays incident. His mood darkened now, he didn't like the doctors. The way they prodded and poked at him made his stomach twist in disgust.

He threw on his uniform, waiting patiently at the side of his bed, like every other time.

Two sets of footsteps echoed through the hallway shortly after. Madame accompanied by the doctor, stoped outside the door. Tom listened carefully.

"You must understand, there's has been incidents. with the other children. Nasty things. "

"Yes. Yes, I understand." The doctors voice came from behind the door. They spoke in hushed whispers-though it was no use.

Toms bedroom door swung open with a whisper of a sound. Standing there was the doctor. Though to Tom he looked nothing like the ones who've come before. He wore no crisp white shirt. No black trousers. His hair wasn't even slicked back.

Instead, it was a tall man with a long beard and long hair, that were graying at the roots. He wore a purple ensemble, head to toe. Tom knew it took a certain amount of confidence to wear that. And the man-his eyes- the brightest blue, were framed by half-moon glasses. He smiled, and it reached his eyes. There were small wrinkles across his face-he was older than the others, weirder too.

Suddenly Madame walked away, leaving a lingering suspicion in Tom's stomach. She never leaves when he gets inspected.

"How do you do Tom?" The man asked, stepping into the room with careful curiosity. Tom watched him closely. He wasn't like the other doctors, not close at all. Most of the doctors are fearfully cautious, worried an incident would happen with them. Sometimes their hands would shake or they'd rush to pull their hands away after finishing their inspection of Tom. But this man had no fear at all. "My name is Albus Dumbledore."

[hanafubukki]

It's actually what is happening. I have the two Oc's but I have more Au's than the main story 😂 Actually my Yuu - Yuki - don't come from another world. She's from Twisted Wonderland, but the part of Twisted wonderland she came from is so isolated and she was so preserved from the "outside world" she herself thinks she's in some parallele world. The place was also covered for a long time by a powerful magic to seal the people inside -see it at the typical Island of the North. It's snowing everytime. Full of monster. And was used to lock the losers of a bloody succession war. The Dark Mirror speech about "Not belonging anywhere" didn't help.

There are twin but do not know there are until after the Malleus overblot events.

There had actually pretty fun genetics. Grandma was a dragon fae - beautiful pure white dragon - and grandpa was a human (loved by spirits- but a simple human). The parents were two half-fairies. So the twins had some funny genetics return. Astyanax - or Aster as a nickname- was born from a egg like Malleus. While Yuki (not her real name, the one Aster gave her) was born like any other human. Their family found it funny. Their birth happenned roughtly 500 years before NRC events.

The things is Yuki had a lot of magic power at birth -so much her human body could not handle it. So grandma took a decision: destroying the magic core of the baby. Like she is a full human, she can live without magic and it will not harm her health or lifespan like it would for a fae. Grandma is also at the end of her lifespan -with only some decades at best due to excessive use of magic during the war. Her unique magic is also special: she can see the future. Due to that Yuki was sent in the future to be able to grow there -and to love Aster who where going to be all alone due to his LONG lifespan and the short one of the rest of his family. Plus there is a way for Yuki to become immortal. But for that she needs to be in the future and go at NRC (Grandma best plotter of the millenium).

That how Aster found baby Yuki after feeling a powerful magic in the snow 500 years later -not knowing anything about his lineage or the origin of the baby because the others noble fae choose to hide the whole marrying a human (some were never 100% okay with the thing. Other thought it was a bit though to say "Everyone's dead and you are alone because they were all human. Suck to have a long lifespan"). Well he choose to raise the baby because he felt she was blessed by some magic similiar to his. He gave her the name Yuki because she was found in the snow. First time the guy speak since his parents death (he don't even remember them because he was so young). He was considered mute but started "speaking" with the baby. Sometime it feels like they are communicating by thoughts (Twin's telepathy-).

Yuki grew up mostly happy. Aster became fond of the child. They often go on a ride in the island sky. But when she was 16, she overheard a conversation between the noble fae (the soul sisters of the Senate: annoying, cause of most of the emotional damage, need to be thrown away). They talked about how Yuki isn't a good thing for Aster. Mostly because she will die in less than a 100 years and because Aster think more and more about contacting the "outside world" to discover more about her origin, to learn of the change there in 500 years -he knows some things, like Malleus birth because he received an invitation, but didn't go (The barrier was lifted, but nobody there really crave contact with the people who locked them for hundred of years. They are fine by themself. So it's still a no contact policy). So Yuki ended up wishing to be far away due to the emotional distress. And the carriage kidnap- took her.

And I will stop here because I let myself go free and this backstory is becoming really long TwT But yes, there is a lot of Au. One where "Yuki" was sent to the future to hatch Eggster because no one loving him dearly would live long enough to make it happen after Grandma death. Another where everyone is not dead but scealed and can be saved. Lot of Au's.

Also, Yuki's true name is Athanasia (yes, just like the Manhwa-). Found it fun to give a name related to immortality to the human of the family. Grandma was the one the name the twins.

I think I also talked in a ask long ago about a song I remembered from a precure movie because I needed a lullaby for my Oc to sing to Grim. And the 1st part of song ended up feeling like a prophetic one for book 7. Yuki is the Oc. And the song is in her head since day 1. It's actually prophet Grandma who used to sing it to her to help her during Malleus overblot.

- 🦋 Anon

Hello 🦋 Anonie

We love having a thousand AUs in this household 😂🥰💕

We love found family and time travel and family doing sacrifices in this household 😭😭😭

What I'm hearing is that the twins and Malleus need to just....destroy the nobility/senate.

I'm guessing Aster eventually came to NRC? because how else would they fall under Mal's spell and learn the truth?

Therapy! therapy for you all!

Yes! I still have that ask, its a precure song.

lullabies and prophetic songs my beloved. straight to the heart 😭💕

[alyssaforevermore]

Hounded ↦ Bellamy Blake 10. I Am Become Death

Synopsis: After being locked away for eight months, Athena Kane alongside 99 other criminals is sent to the ground to find out if it's survivable. The ground was the dream, but who knew it would turn out to be a nightmare?

Show: The 100

Pairings: Bellamy Blake x OC

Warnings: major series spoilers (full series will be covered), use of profanity, descriptions of violence, death, blood and gore, and mentions of drugs and alcohol.

Tags: @mellxander1993 @sweetz1919 @jordangdelacruz

Masterlist

An explosion in the middle of the night caught the attention of everyone in camp, including myself. We watched as the shrapnel of the Exodus ship flew through the night sky, the fire of the crash site burning below.

Clarke and I held each other, knowing both of our mothers had been on it. We didn’t cry, both of us trying our best to stay strong, in part for each other and in part for our own sanity.

It was now morning and Clarke had run off to search the crash site. I, however, couldn’t bring myself to go there just yet. Knowing my mother was dead, I couldn’t stop thinking about my father. At this moment I would give anything to talk to him, see his face again, no matter how angry at him I still was.

“Hey,” Bellamy spoke, placing a hand lightly on my shoulder. “I thought you could use some water.”

I gave him a half-smile, taking the canteen from his hands. “Thank you.”

He watched as I took a sip, his face scrunched together. Finally he sat down next to me. “I’m really sorry about your mom.”

I could feel my eyes begin to swell with tears, but I fought them back. “I’m just glad it was fast, you know? With losing contact with The Ark…” I stopped myself, swallowing hard. “I’m just glad she didn’t suffer.”

Bellamy nodded. “A group of us were planning to head out to the crash site; help Clarke look for anything we can use here. If you want to come, you’re welcome to. Or, if you’d rather stay here-“

I stood from my seat, my legs wobbling beneath me. “I’ll go with you.”

Bellamy stared at me for a moment. “Are you sure you’re ready for that?”

“It almost feels unreal, you know? I have to face it. Besides, the more people searching, the more likely we’ll find something useful.”

Bellamy nodded, standing up as well. “Okay, let’s go.”

…

“Clarke shouldn’t be out here.” Finn whispered to Raven as he searched through some of the debris. “Neither should Athena.”

“You suck at whispering, you know that? Besides, I’m fine.” I turned to Finn.

He mouthed ‘sorry’ as Raven let out an exasperated sigh. “Her mom was on the ship. She's looking for answers. You want to help her, find me the black box, hard drives, anything that will explain why this ship crashed.”

My eyes scanned the area, taking in the charred trees and bushes surrounding the crash site. There were few bodies left intact from the crash, but each one I saw made me think of my mother. Had it been a quick death? Was she among the bodies surrounding you right now? That thought was almost too much to bare.

“Stay sharp. Grounder retaliation for what happened on the bridge is coming, just a matter of when.” Bellamy called out.

“Can you blame them?” Finn asked.

“No,” Bellamy responded. “I blame you.”

Late last night, Bellamy had told me all about the secret mission Clarke had pulled him in on. It turns out that Octavia had been seeing the grounder who stabbed Finn, and Finn went to him hoping for a meeting to discuss peace. Unsurprisingly, it hadn’t gone according to plan, with both sides firing at each other. 

“Maybe if you didn't bring guns-“

“If we didn't bring guns, we all would've been killed.” Raven cut Finn off.

Why they're coming doesn't matter anymore. It's our job to be ready when they do.” Bellamy said, before lowering his voice. “We're on our own now.”

Raven’s eyes lit up, her quickly jogging towards Clarke. “Clarke, stop!”

We all followed behind Raven.

“Rocket fuel?” Clarke asked.

“Hydrazine... Highly unstable in its non solid form. If this stuff meets fire, we're all pink mist.”

“Well, that’s great.” I quipped.

Raven picked up a rock, dipping it in a bit of the fuel and tossing it away from everyone. “Fire in the hole!”

The rock landed in some burning debris a few feet away from us and a small explosion went off, causing us all to share worried glances.

“We need to clear the area.” Raven added.

Bellamy nodded, looking around the crash site. "Okay, then. We move in formation, no straggling, weapons hot. We need to get back before dark."

…

When we all got back to camp, word had quickly spread that Murphy had been found outside the walls, battered and bloody. Bellamy wasted no time running off towards the dropship.

"Where is he?” Bellamy snapped, pushing his way through the door. “Everyone but Connor and Derek get out now!"”

"He claims he was with the Grounders." Derek spoke.

"We caught him trying to sneak back into camp." Connor added.

"I wasn't sneaking.” Murphy retorted, his voice lower than usual. “I was running from the Grounders."

Bellamy looked between the two boys. “Did anyone see any Grounders?”

They shook their heads.

“Well, in that case-“ Bellamy stepped forward, aiming his gun at Murphy.

“Wait a second!” I shouted, stepping between them.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Finn asked, standing next to Clarke.

"We were clear what would happen if he came back."

"No.” Finn protested. “If he was with the Grounders, then he knows things that can help us."

"Help us? We hanged him. We banished him, and now we're gonna kill him.” Bellamy attempted to push past me, but Finn quickly came to my side. “Get the hell out of my way."

“No,” Clarke finally spoke up. “Finn is right.”

“Like hell he is.” Bellamy snapped. “Guys, think about Charlotte.”

“I think about her all the time.” I responded. “What happened to her was as much our fault as it was his.”

Clarke made her way over to Murphy, examining him as Bellamy folded his arms across his chest. “He's not lying. His fingernails were torn off. They tortured him."

Finn scoffed, eying Bellamy. “You and the grounders should compare notes.”

Bellamy stepped closer to Murphy, slowly this time. "The Grounders know we're at war. What did you tell them about us?"

We all looked to Murphy, who was silent for a moment. “Everything.” He finally responded.

Clarke pulled Bellamy aside, Finn and I quickly joined them. "Once he's better, we find out what he knows, and then he's out of here, okay?"

"What if he refuses to leave? What do we do with him then?" Bellamy asked.

“Then we kill him.” Clarke responded before walking away.

Bellamy glanced at me, his eyebrow raised.

“What?” I asked.

Bellamy shrugged. “I thought you’d have something to say about it.”

“He can’t stay here,” I conceded. “I just don’t feel great about killing him.”

“Even after what he did?”

I took a deep breath. “Bellamy, nobody gave him a chance to plead his case. Don’t get me wrong, he gave us every reason to believe it was him, but this isn’t the Ark.”

“He made his choice, Athena.” Bellamy responded. “He can make his choice again; leave or die. I know what I’d choose.”

With that, Bellamy walked away, exiting the dropship.

I looked over at Murphy, who was still sat in the fetal position against the wall. He looked up at me for a moment, his eyes frail. 

I turned to Derek and Connor. “Keep an eye on him at all times and keep anyone besides myself, Clarke or Bellamy out of here.” 

They both nodded and I made my way out of the dropship.

…

The morning carried on, all of us around camp working on our daily tasks. I sat by the fire, taking a break from watch duty, my mind wandering to my mother once again. Then, I thought about my father and the possibility that The Ark had finally run out of air. As much as I was angry with him, the idea that I had lost both of my parents in a matter of a day felt heavier than I could’ve ever imagined.

I felt wetness roll down my cheek, a shock as I hadn’t even realized I was starting to cry. I wiped my cheek with my left hand, looking down at my hand to see nothing but red. 

Coughing erupted around the camp and I shot up from the log I was sitting on. A few feet away Clarke and Raven exited a tent, running into Connor who was half slumped over.

I did a mini jog towards them, my legs shaking beneath me. “Clarke-“ I started, stopping as she turned to face me, blood dripping down her cheeks as well.

“Raven, get away from us.” Clarke commanded.

“What?”

Clarke took a deep breath. “They’re the ones who brought Murphy in.”

I followed Clarke as she darted towards the dropship, heading straight for Murphy who was vomiting blood. Connor and Derek followed right behind us.

Clarke knelt down beside him. “Murphy, hey, look at me.” She started. “I need you to tell me exactly how you escaped from the Grounders. What happened?”

“I don’t know.” Murphy spoke, struggling for a breath. “I woke up and they forgot to lock my cage. There was no one there so I took off.”

“They let him go.” I spoke, Clarke looking back at me.

Footsteps raced into the dropship, Bellamy’s face coming into view.

“Bellamy, stay back.” Clarke spoke.

Bellamy looked at me, his eyes wide. “Did he do something to you?”

I shook my head.

“Then what the hell is going on?”

“Biological warfare.” I responded, my body falling back against the wall.

Clarke stood up. “You were waiting for the Grounders to retaliate for the bridge? This is it. Murphy is the weapon.”

Bellamy’s jaw tensed as he stepped slightly closer. “Is this your revenge, helping the Grounders kill us?”

“I didn’t know about this, okay?” Murphy shook his head. “I swear.”

“Stop lying!” Bellamy yelled. “When are they coming?”

Clarke focused on Murphy. “Think, okay? What can you tell us that’s useful? Did you hear anything?”

“They are vicious, cruel.”

“You want to see vicious?” Bellamy huffed.

“Don’t,” I pleaded. “Whatever this is, it spreads through contact.”

Clarke nodded. “She’s right, you can come anywhere near us or him.”

Finn entered the room, his eyes immediately locking on Clarke. “Clarke?”

“Finn, you shouldn’t be here. Nobody should.”

“I heard you were sick.” Finn responded. “What is this?”

“I don’t know,” Clarke shook her head. “some kind of hemorrhagic fever. We just need to contain it before-“

Derek began coughing, choking on the blood. Clarke and I rushed over, rolling him on his side, but it was too late. Derek’s body went still.

Bellamy froze. “Is he-“

Clarke nodded. “He’s dead.”

“What the hell are we supposed to do?” I asked. 

“Quarantine.” Clarke responded, looking to Finn. “Round up everyone who has had contact with Murphy and bring them here.”

Finn nodded, exiting the dropship.

“And everyone they’ve had contact with?” Bellamy asked.

“We have to start somewhere.” Clarke responded. “Connor, who was with you when you found him? Who carried him in?”

“The first one out there was Octavia.”

Bellamy’s face went pale, his eyes landed on me. In a matter of seconds, he was running out the dropship door.

…

I stood across from Bellamy as Clarke finished examining Octavia. I knew he was scared and part of me just wanted to comfort him, but I knew I couldn’t.

“We’re done.” Clarke spoke. “No visible signs of swelling or bleeding.”

“So you’re saying she doesn’t have it?” Bellamy asked.

“I’m saying she doesn’t have symptoms, but that could change. We need to keep her here just in case.” 

“No way.” Bellamy shook his head. “Look at this place. She’ll get sick just being here.”

Looking around the room, I couldn’t help but agree. There was blood covering at least ⅓ of the floor and sick people scattered everywhere.

“Do you want to stop the spread or not?” Clarke asked. “Look, I’ll keep her on the third level with the people who aren’t symptomatic yet. Think of it as a way to stop her from sneaking out again.”

Octavia rolled her eyes. “Screw you, Clarke.”

Clarke sighed, turning her attention back to Bellamy. “I’ll let you know if her condition changes.”

Bellamy nodded as Octavia and Clarke walked away. His eyes then fell on me, an unusual softness to them.

“Hey, if anything changes I’ll take care of her, okay?” I spoke, smiling softly. “I promise.”

Bellamy took a deep breath, nodding. “I know you will. Thank you, Athena.”

My eyes lingered on Bellamy as he left the dropship. When I turned back around, I noticed Octavia hadn’t yet gone up to level three.

I headed over to Clarke. “Why isn’t she up there yet?”

Clarke was hesitant to respond, but finally he did. “Look, the less you know the better. Just trust me, okay?”

“I just promised Bellamy I’d take care of her. What is she still doing down here?” I pushed.

“I’m sending her to find Lincoln-“

“Are you out of your mind?” I snapped. “For all we know, the Grounders are just outside our walls waiting for the right opportunity to strike. We can’t just send her out there, especially when we don’t know if she’s sick yet.”

“Athena, Lincoln might have some sort of cure for this.” Clarke explained. “If she doesn’t at least try to get it, more of us will die before the Grounders even get here.”

I was silent for a moment, fighting the part of me that knew Clarke was right. If it was almost anyone else, I’d be supporting this. I knew Octavia could handle herself, but the thought of losing her too?

“Alright,” I finally spoke.

… 

After helping Clarke take care of the others for a while, she had ordered me to take some time to rest. I must have passed right out, because I awoke to the sound of gunshots.

I pulled myself off of the floor, staggering outside where Clarke was standing in front of the entire camp with a gun in her hand.

“This is exactly what the Grounders want. Don’t you see that?” Clarke asked. “They don’t have to kill us if we kill each other first.”

“They won’t have to kill us if we all catch the virus.” One of the delinquents stepped forward, his gun pointed at Clarke. “Get back in the dropship now!”

Bellamy grabbed the boy’s gun, hitting him in the face with it. He then looked at Clarke. “Not to state the obvious, but your quarantine isn’t exactly working.”

Clarke’s legs gave out as she began to fall to the ground. Finn lunged forward, catching her.

“Finn, don’t touch her!” Raven called out.

Clarke shook her head. “Hey, let me go. I’m okay.”

“No, you’re not.” Finn protested. 

“Octavia will come back with a cure.”

“There is no cure!” Octavia’s voice rang out through the camp. She stepped forward, just a few paces behind Bellamy. “The Grounders don’t use the sickness to kill, though.”

“Really?” Bellamy challenged, pointing to a line of bodies. “Tell that to them.”

“Bellamy, she was trying-“

He ignored me, continuing on. “I warned you about seeing that Grounder again.”

“Yeah? Well, I have a warning for you, too.” Octavia spoke through gritted teeth. “The Grounders are coming and they’re attacking at first light.”

She pushed past her brother and towards Clarke and Finn, placing a hand on Clarke’s forehead.

“Come on,” she spoke. “I’ll help you get her into the dropship.”

The three of them headed inside, everyone finally heading back to work. 

Bellamy turned to Raven. “How many bullets can you make by first light?”

Raven thought for a moment. “Time to find out.” She replied before heading towards her tent.

Bellamy’s eyes landed on me again.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Octavia.”

He sighed and shook his head. “I’m guessing it wasn’t your idea.”

Bellamy didn’t wait for an answer before he headed off towards Raven’s tent.

…

While Clarke was resting, Octavia, Finn, Murphy and I were taking care of the other sick delinquents. As much as I felt uneasy in Murphy’s presence, I knew how badly we needed any help we could get right now. Bellamy and Raven were working on a bomb, while everyone else still unaffected by the sickness was either on watch duty or taking care of other camp responsibilities.

“How are you feeling?” Octavia asked, placing her hand lightly on my shoulder.

I tried to muster a smile. “I’m feeling okay, considering. I’ll feel a lot better when we know that the bomb worked.”

Octavia tensed up. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry,” I frowned. “I know how much you care about Lincoln.”

“He asked me to stay with him.” Octavia confessed, her voice in a whisper.

“Why didn’t you?”

“I couldn’t just hide away knowing what was coming. I couldn’t do that to you, and even though I’m mad at him, I couldn’t do that to Bellamy.”

I nodded. “Bellamy will come around eventually. He’ll see that Lincoln isn’t a bad guy.”

Octavia shook her head. “I don’t know, Athena. I’ve never seen him so sure of anything before.”

Before I could respond, I saw Bellamy entering the dropship, propped up by two other boys. I barely had time to register his presence when he began coughing up blood.

Octavia spun around. “Bell?” He continued to cough as Octavia and I sprung into action.

“Clear some space and lay him down, now!” I demanded, rushing over to him.

Octavia knelt down, grabbing his hand. “Hey, big brother.”

“I’m scared.” Bellamy confessed through shallow breaths.

“I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.”

“That’s what I said to you the day you were born.”

“I know,” Octavia smiled. “You’ve told me that like a thousand times.”

I stepped away, letting the two have the first positive moment they’d had in days. A part of me was jealous; I would never feel that kind of love again. My family was gone, and I somehow was the only one left. It felt like some sort of sick joke; I was the expendable one, after all.

It felt wrong to hold onto that now, but there was still a part of me that wished things could be different. I wanted so badly to see my parents again and just let it all go, but that would never happen now.

…

I continued to help out in the dropship, mostly cleaning up blood and vomit in hopes of possibly minimizing the continuing spread of this sickness. I would tend to people here and there, and this time I was checking on Bellamy.

He had finally sat up, leaning over the side of the cott he had been given earlier.

“How are you holding up?”

His eyes met mine, a small smiling falling across his face. “Better. You?”

I sat down beside him, leaning back into the wall of the dropship. “I can’t wait for this day to be over.”

“When the day is over, we might all be dead.”

I let out a groan. “Right, I’d almost completely forgotten about that.”

“Jasper will come through with the shot.” Bellamy assured me.

“If he doesn’t, it’s all over.” I whispered. “Maybe this was how it was supposed to be. We should’ve died on The Ark with everyone else.”

Bellamy looked back at me, confusion written all over his face. “You don’t really believe that, do you?”

“I don’t know what I believe anymore.” I confessed. “We’ve fought so hard to still be here-“

“And this isn’t the end.” Bellamy stopped me. “This is not how our stories end, okay? You were sent down here to die, and you didn’t. The ground wasn’t meant to be survivable for another hundred years, but here we are. There has to be a reason for that.”

I nodded, closing my eyes for a moment.

Bellamy leaned back against the wall, taking a deep breath. Without thinking, I laid my head on his shoulder. He let it happen, even adjusting his body so I would be more comfortable.

On day one, I never would’ve expected to find comfort in Bellamy Blake. Now, it felt like he was always there when I needed someone. I felt safe with him, something I hadn’t felt with anybody in a really long time.

After a few moments, the sound of footsteps caught my attention. I opened my eyes, sitting up straight to find Clarke standing in front of us, a puzzled look across her face for just a second.

“We should start bringing everyone inside.” She spoke, looking between the two of us. “There hasn’t been an explosion yet and I think it’s better if we play it safe.”

I nodded, standing up. “Let’s do it.”

The three of us began rounding up the entire camp, each of them filing into the dropship one by one. Suddenly, there was a ground shaking bang and the sky through the trees lit up a bright orange before fading into a cloud of smoke.

“Holy shit.” I muttered.

Bellamy’s face lit up. “They did it.” 

Clarke stood next to us, her face never changing. “I am become death,” she began.

I let out a deep breath before continuing, “Destroyer of worlds.”

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AN: We have reached chapter ten, which means we have finally gotten to the point I had previously paused on! I really hope you enjoyed this one and I'm so excited to share chapter eleven and soon finish this first season. Please remember to like/reblog and share your thoughts <3 The tag list is also still open; let me know if you'd like to be added!

[prowerprojects]

Hey, I hadn't seen your Oc Iggy (?) before today, can I ask 2 and 30 for the ask game (I think I've got those numbers right, about powers and motivation?)

Ooh thank you so much for asking!

I have to confess they aren't really my oc ^^' (though the design is all me since they don't have any official pictures)

They're a secondary character from the book "Sonic the Hedgehog and the Silicon Warriors". But I have changed them so much for my au so it's almost like having an oc (though I try to keep as many aspects of their characterization from the book as a can, the universe of the book is so different from the modern games so a lot of stuff gets changed)

Their full name is Ichneumon, but they go by Iggy. In the book they're a temporary sidekick to Sonic. (Tails gets trapped in cyberspace).

(I'll still answer because when else am I gonna get a chance to talk about them! I'm gonna answer based on my au rather than the book though. I'll specify what things are based on the book)

2. Powers/Abilities?

(In the book, they can run pretty fast. It impresses Sonic (!), but they still can't keep up with Sonic and Tails when they're going full speed. They're also a computer programmer (it took me forever to get the joke, they're a mouse that does computers – a computer mouse!). Since the book deals with cyberspace and stuff, they needed a character that would have some skills in that area)

I think most of Sonic's friends have some enhanced physical abilities, so they're probably slightly faster than an average person, but not a "speed" type, so to speak.

Programming... ok. They're basically your average hollywood-esque "*hacker voice*: I'm in" type of programmer. Anything you imagine a character of that archetype could do, they probably can. (I decided not to be shy and make them op in their main area of specialization)

(Also I guess they're a child genius too? If you count it as a "power". Though of course they're more specialized than Tails who while has specific interests dabbles a little bit in everything)

(Eventually they also become an expert on the Chaos Emeralds. It's mostly because of their cyberspace research and its connection to the Ancients and then the Ancients' connection to the Chaos Emeralds. Not really for the Emeralds' own sake. They also can't really use Chaos control or anything like that)

They're not a fighter by any means, but I didn't want them to be completely defenseless so eventually they become a pretty proficient user of a boomering (yeah, from Sky Patrol, I thought it would be a cute thing to bring back)

They're also really good at rollerblading.

30. What is their main goal/motive?

I don't really have anything deep, but I guess— Their whole life they felt kind of small and insignificant (They're literally a mouse but it's also kind of a metaphor). They're from some backwater island where nothing happens, they're a middle kid with a bunch of siblings, etc. So they want to become metaphorically "bigger", really put their talents to use and try to make a difference.

Their external goal is the cyberspace research, (re)creating a working cyberspace that could be used for the benefit of the public. (Even though the book they originate from is centered around cyberspace, they don't really have an interest in it, but I thought it would be a nice reference and a cool unique thing for a character to be into) This is basically their life project. (I don't think it's something you can ever be done with, there's always things to improve). (Frontiers is really playing into my hand here, it's giving me a good way to introduce them to the cast)

What I'm missing is some sort of "inciting incident" so to speak, something that would lead them to be dissatisfied with their "small" life and something that would get them interested in cyberspace. Preferably one incident for both of those things. But I'm working on it!

[tacticalhimbo]

ok too fatigued to play stuff BUT.. playing outer worlds made me start thinking of my characters. and now i'm mapping out ships for them.

right now, the only canon ship i have is françoise/felix. this mostly stems from roleplaying in the tow universe with my partner years back BUT the idea of this stoic sublight mercenary falling in love with someone who is... let's be real, a puppy in human form? is just cute. their dynamic is really cute too. she helped ground him; he helped her come out of her shell

then from there, i still need to pair.. pretty much everybody. but i have ideas so i'm writing them out to eventually ponder on more and write.

starting with artemis. my captain. i genuinely don't think they'd become involved with a member of the crew; they've all gotten really close and they did help parvati with the whole date(s) with junlei (i think that was her name?)... but beyond that, artemis views them all more as family than anything. i also can't think of any npcs they'd bat for off the top of my head either... :pensive:

in the same kind of boat about ivett, too. granted there's the added layer that she's an oc centered around the peril on gorgon dlc! so it's even harder to think of anybody npc wise. double :pensive:

then we have my newest character, yu-phin. genuinely feel like she'd vibe with vicar max. he's the oldest of the unreliable crew, and yu-phin is close to him in age. plus i got to edgewater while playing as yu-phin, met him, and immediately exhausted his dialog options just to hear him talk. BUT. this also really cool because the dialog branch i followed with them was very... back and forth in a good way. they had a nice ideological discussion and i feel like that's very in character to how i envision her (not one for small talk, but sociable; loves engaging with people's ideals and hobbies and perceptions of the situation(s) around them, etc etc). they'd have the potential for the coolest fucking slowburn, especially where max's personal quest is involved.

which is funny because i initially thought of jamie and max... but the more i think about jamie's character, i think they'd be a good pair with ellie (and i did forget to write jamie's pronouns down so we're going to stay neutral for now). jamie left behind official clergy work because of frustration with the systems. it'd be a good push and pull, but jamie's become very much a mercenary "for the people" type. i feel like they'd really get along with ellie in terms of ideals. i'm blanking a little on ellie's personal quest, but i remember she comes from a well-off background and had a huge disagreement with family because of the fact she didn't find any purpose in adopting an elitist attitude, so. they have that in common.

that leaves... lucien. my stink ass corporate bureaucrat. born and raise in byzantium, developing a silver tongue throughout his prestigious education... is it terrible to say i've considered chairman rockwell for romancing him? i mean... come on now. y'all have heard me talk about this kind of dynamic already (lest we forget vinny and jenkins). let lucien get contracted by rockwell to do some dirty bureaucratic work. let them develop a steady working relationship where lucien becomes something of a left hand to him (because the iconic adjutant akande is his right hand). let there be this subtle tension that develops when they conclude their work together in the privacy of rockwell's office, sharing all sorts of alcohols and watching the starry night sky seep in through those giant windows... it's too perfect

[thefinalwitness]

oc creation rambles sorry i love two (2) cat characters

when i got into ffxiv i thought l'aiha was Too Crazy as an oc, like, i loved her whole concept but i came from warcraft where if ur oc was anything more than a nobody npc u'd get harassed for being a mary-sue (if they were a woman) or edgy grimdark (if they were a man) or just a freak (lgbt/nonbinary/etc) so l'aiha was like, my decision with myself that i wanted a crazy powerful oc and i didn't care what anyone said about it :')

and then she was SO NORMAL IN THE GRAND SCHEME OF FFXIV LMFAO LIKE. the biggest thing i thought was "too much" was her being basically a hydaelyn-version of an ascian, but then shadowbringers happened and uhhhh yeah they just gave that to me LMAO.

atlas is, i think, more of a "true" "let's go crazy about it" oc—unsundered (can familiars even "be" sundered?), venat's personal therapy moth, fought meteion for 12k years to stop the song of oblivion from being Worse, can temporarily learn any job by being in proximity with someone (friendly) who knows the job, can shapeshift into whatever they want (i was too scared to do this with l'aiha but i wanted to with her too—i've seen enough full blown shapeshifters tho that i'm not scared anymore hehe)...

like, they're not All Powerful, of course, but it's fun to really let loose and just make something nuts. their weaknesses include that someone has to be friendly to them, has to be someone they can connect with, and they have no real combative skills on their own—and, well, they're a bit out of every loop imaginable since returning from ultima thule. you say something assuming they'll know what you're talking about and you're more likely to get ":D?" in response.

they're kind of like... they have the potential of those around them. if those they're with are strong and full of hope, they can be too. their power comes from actual, literal friendship. because that's fun actually don't @ me. and similarly, if someone weaker puts their faith in them, they can do more. they are the collective hope and ambition of those around them. when venat sent them after meteion, she sent them with all her hope and love and confidence, and that lasted for 12k years. but it wouldn't have lasted much longer. atlas is just a voice in the wind by the time the warriors of light arrive. all they can do is speak, and hope the scions listen.

it's their hope and their triumph and meteion's restored heart that brings power back to them—and it is fundamentally different now, because they are made up of those around them. u know. they were not a creation of dynamis, but when venat sent them, when she put all her hope into them, she gave them the dynamis to survive meteion's song of oblivion. unrealized to her, they were ever designed to flourish under the dynamis of others. when people hope, or put their hope in them, they are at their strongest. they're not nearly so formidable on their own; they cannot create that dynamis themself. they are what their friends make them.

their main friendships now are minfilia, who has ever believed in the greater good and in hope and in the ability to persevere, and meteion, who has learned this from the warriors of light. so atlas does really well. and even more of their strength comes from having met the warriors of light too—l'aiha, aeric, nanamei and aes'a all live within them. those four were what saved atlas in ultima thule. and they couldn't have if each of those characters hadn't become people that hoped against hope, that had ambitions reaching far beyond the limitations of mankind. had even one of them not become that person, atlas wouldn't have survived, and ultima thule would have unleashed its full power on etheirys and all the stars in the sky.

because ffxiv is a game where you're encouraged, by the game and the playerbase, to make batshit insane lore like that, and i LOVE IT.

im SOOOOOO glad i made a dedicated dancer oc, i love the job so much ;_; ranged but instant casts my beloved. so sparkly and bouncy. wah

[alj4890]

The Apology

(Ethan Ramsey x OC*Sophie Triano) on a Choices Open Heart drabble

Thirty Kisses in Thirty Days Challenge with the prompt: kissing the tears that roll down your lover's cheeks

@hopelessromantic1352 @twinkleallnight @tessa-liam @choicesficwriterscreations @choices-readerandlover @annfg8 @jerzwriter @trappedinfanfiction @coffeeheartaddict2

Rating: G for angsty fluff

Thanks for the request @annfg8 😊 Here's some angst that turns sweet.

Masterlist

They weren't certain over what triggered it, but whatever it was shocked Ethan and Sophie. Perhaps it was their recent schedules. Maybe it was because Ethan had lost a patient before he could figure out what was wrong with her. It could have been the fact that Sophie had to work an extra sixteen hours on an eight tier wedding cake because one of her assistants dropped it.

Who knew why they ended up having a fight? It simply happened and there had been no stopping it.

The harsh words, the snide remarks, the yelling; it was colossal. Neither was known to go that far when angry, yet something about the moment made them each the perfect target to unload all their frustrations.

When Sophie slammed her door in Ethan's face, the seriousness of it all struck him. Unable to get her to open the door again, he stormed the few floors up to his own apartment.

Throwing his keys across the room, he poured himself a needed drink and settled in his recliner. He narrowed his eyes at the night sky, contemplating the fact that relationships could be a huge pain in his ass.

No wonder he remained single for so long. The drama was exhausting. It was a waste of energy that he could use towards something productive. Anything would be more productive than what he'd just gone through.

He took a big gulp of his scotch, dropping his head back against the leather cushion.

Perhaps it was all for the best that Sophie had kicked him out. They'd probably end up making the situation worse if they'd tried to talk it over.

His frown deepened as he thought of the possibility of ending things with her. In the heat of the moment, he thought it might be best. He almost suggested it. After all, they'd been so busy lately that they were often playing catch up rather than simply being together.

He then thought about how she normally made him feel. He actually liked the relaxed version of himself she seemed to bring out. Maybe that was why this fight hit harder than those in his past. Sophie made him pause to think about whether or not their relationship was what he originally thought it was.

Ethan knew it wasn't unusual for couples to fight. He'd even witnessed Tobias and Chris tie up a time or two. He'd gone through his own arguments when with Chris, Harper, and other women of his past. This wasn't really anything new.

He got up and poured himself another drink. Something though about this particular fight hit him where it hurt. That had to be why he struck back with his words so quickly. So easily. So hurtful.

Her face...

Ethan downed his second glass in three quick gulps as the image of Sophie's face came to mind. Though furious with him, there was no disguising the pain she felt with each lash of his tongue. The very mouth he used to bring Sophie pleasure, compliment her, softly soothe her was used as a weapon against her.

He was ashamed that a man his age had allowed things to go that far. He could blame it on being tired and upset over work, but he knew from the beginning of the fight what he was doing. Instead, he didn't bother to hold back.

And now look at me, he thought. I made the person I truly care about cry.

He knew it was more than simply caring for her. Sophie was becoming the most important person in his life. The thought of losing her was unacceptable.

He bowed his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn't know what to do. He knew he should apologize, but should he go now or let her sleep it off?

******************

Sophie was furious. The fact that Ethan had left without apologizing made her want to follow him upstairs to his apartment and scream at him some more. How dare he even think he could talk to her like that and simply leave as if he had the right?

She went about her kitchen, slamming drawers and cabinets to try to rid herself of this residual anger. She jerked her refrigerator open to search for a bottle of vodka she'd put in there and stilled at the sight of the containers of dinner he'd made her.

Her bottom lip began to tremble as tears filled her eyes. How could she have talked to him like that? He was a good man. She knew this about Ethan. Why had she insulted him? Called him names? Why had she purposely tried to make him even more angry?

She shut the fridge door and pressed her forehead against it. Her shoulders shook as she began to cry. The thought of losing him was breaking her heart.

She missed him. She hated that their schedules had been so difficult to work around. But even the rare few hours together was worth it. He made her happy, happier than she'd been in a long time.

Then why did she act like some crazy banshee, screeching at him over the stupidest things? She couldn't even remember what set her off or even what the fight was about. It wasn't his fault she was exhausted from work or completely frazzled with keeping up with all her new orders.

She missed having Veronica to depend on. Anytime Sophie needed a break, she knew she could take it without worry because her cousin would easily pick up the slack and keep their business booming. Now that she was on her own, she allowed the pressure to nearly consume her.

And what had she done next? Took it out on the one man she was falling so hard for.

She should have never invited him over tonight. She knew she wasn't in the best mood to begin with. And yet, she hoped that maybe she'd get in a better one simply by being near him.

That backfired horribly, she thought as she stumbled into her bedroom. She collapsed face down on her bed and continued to cry into her pillows.

Are we going to break up?

She'd been tempted to. In the heat of the moment she was ready to tell him to screw off and never darken her door again. But she held back. Even now, the thought of never seeing Ethan Ramsey again hurt worse than their fight did.

She knew she was falling in love with him. Everything about their relationship seemed so easy. This fight coming out of nowhere had actually made her doubt whether or not they should even try and work things out.

And honestly, that scared her and made her more determined than ever to make things right.

Should I call him or wait until he reaches out to me? Maybe I should let things cool off for a while before trying to talk to him.

Clutching one of her bed pillows to her chest, Sophie cried herself to sleep.

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Ethan called in and took a personal day off of work. After the restless night thinking about Sophie, he knew he wouldn't be of use to any patient that walked through Edenbrook's door.

He was determined, after much soul searching, to do all he could to keep her in his life.

He dressed with care, picking the color blue she usually complimented him wearing. He then called her bakery and asked to speak to her.

"She's not coming in today." Terry told him. "She called this morning and said she needed the day to herself."

Ethan knew their fight must be the cause of her not going into work. He wondered if she was at home.

Nervous about talking to her on the phone, he sent a quick text asking if he could come over later or if she would be willing to come to his apartment.

He watched the ellipsis bounce as he anxiously waited to read her response.

He realized he was holding his breath when her message appeared, agreeing to come over to his place around noon.

***************

Sophie went through numerous outfit changes. She didn't know what to wear, only that she wanted Ethan to think she looked pretty. She settled on a black outfit since it matched the current mood she was in, or at least the mood she knew she could wind up in if things did not work out.

She felt more nervous walking up to his apartment than she ever had before. Each step she took tempted her into turning around and going back to her apartment.

When she arrived at his door, she hesitated to knock. She could already feel her tears building. The last thing she needed right now was to fall apart before he'd even said a word.

Taking a deep breath, she softly knocked on his door.

It swung open quicker than she thought possible. Sophie kept her eyes averted from Ethan's.

"Hi." She said, clearing her throat. "You wanted to see me?"

Ethan stepped back to let her in.

"Yes, I did." He motioned for her to sit down.

She sat on the far end of his couch.

He grimaced slightly at that. From the moment they first got together, she'd always chosen to sit near him.

He sat on the opposite end and angled his body towards her. His eyes traced her profile. Gone was her warm smile she seemed to always have at the ready for him. She still had yet to look at him directly. Even now, she kept her eyes on his floor.

"Sophie?" He swallowed nervously. "I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean anything I said. I don't know what happened. All I can do is apologize."

She glanced at him. Her throat convulsed some as she tried to keep from crying.

"Oh."

She blinked a few times to try to stop her tears, yet failed miserably.

"I'm..." Her voice cracked. "I'm sorry too."

Ethan moved across the couch until he had her in his arms. His lips crashed against hers.

She clutched him close, kissing him back in relief while tears trailed down her cheeks.

Ethan pressed his lips to her cheek, softly kissing the tears away. He whispered again how sorry he was as he moved to do the same to her other cheek.

Sophie bit down on her trembling bottom lip in an attempt to calm down. Her voice was hoarse as she tried to take the blame for the fight.

"It was my fault." He told her gently cupping her face.

"It was mine too." She argued, pressing another kiss against his lips. "I've been tired and cranky and--"

He silenced her with a deep kiss.

"Next time, we need to be honest with each other." His lips continued to caress hers as he spoke. "I'll warn you when I'm in a bad mood."

"I'll try and do the same." Her eyelashes fluttered closed when his tongue slipped between her lips.

She moaned as he pulled her into his lap, never breaking their heated kiss.

Ethan realized as he began to caress her that her tears had stopped falling.

[bokettochild]

So, in honor of LU's 4th anniversary, I will be sharing the results of my introducing the Boys to my younger sister! I basically showed her a bunch of pictures and she made assumptions while I laughed my ass off and tried to type while keeping up with what she was saying.

Here are the results of that!

Let's get into it, shall we?

(For clarity, my comments are in italics and hers will be in quotation marks)

"His name is Thor

"Knight in shining armor, stern, leader but not totally controlling, honor obsessed."

(She got more detailed about them all later on, but yeah, she was short with the first few, but a bit on the nose XD)

"Weird insomniac guy

"Strikes me as distrusting, wily, protective of family, lone wolf "

(I died)

"Boromir

"Strikes me as being proud, vain, sassy, a bit of a narcissist, tries to look good but often breaks the rules, look out for Number #1"

You're not that far off, I mean, he's not a narcissist, he learned not to be after the villain um...lusted after him and hilled hundred of people because she wanted him to be hers.

"Shaggy

"Ugly, he ugly. Obviously he's got a super sword so he must have done something cool to get that but he doesn't deserve it, like, he's not cool after all. He looks like he's supposed to be really cool but is actually boring. Not very relatable, too perfect."

(She tore into him lol)

(I didn't tell her anything, but I guess she picked up on the fact that he's a religious nut. And when she saw me type this she kinda groaned so....)

(She looked shocked when I said he was dating a goddess) "That's not religious that's sacrilegious!"

"Legolas

"Cute! He's cute. Probably a bit mischievous, spunky, bit of a rebel, goes off and does his own adventures when he's not supposed to. Generally smart but gets his butt handed to him on occasion from going off my himself. He's just like a cute, mischievous trouble-maker who means well but get's himself screwed up."

(I was dying as I wrote it, she got him perfect!)

"Hiccup

"Getting a Hiccup vibe, but also Sokka- Is that a boomerang? It's a boomerang :)

"He a bit timid on the surface, but he's got his own thing going and is gonna stand up for what he wants to do. He'll go off and do his adventure stuff but he's also afraid of dying or getting hurt (like the 1st Hiccup freeing Toothless scene in the woods). Easily startled but quick to spring into action. Kinda like the sneak boi."

(Told me to make sure to type it "boi")

He's half fairy.

"That makes sense.

"And his sword is dying! Look at this!!!"

(She really disliked how his sword looks, we laughed like nuts)

"Kuzko

"Why Kuzko? I already don't like him. I feel like he's cocky, a bit of a flirt, tries to look cool and screws it up. Like he thinks he's really epic, "stand aside, let me do my thing", proceeds to blow himself up. Based on the fact that he's holding a bomb I'm guessing that he does something with explosives, but he's also got a sword. And what is that, a joker's vest? He looks like that weird kid who ran away to join the circus but is also a mercenary part time."

Anything else?

"He explode."

Everyone's gonna riot, you're just tearing into their favorites!

"Baby Face- No! Mort! (like in Madagascar)

Ew. He's like an ugly baby face, is he slinging a bell around? What is that? Is that a bell?"

It's a grappling hook.

"Either he's really small and immature, or just really young, or both. I feel like the creator designed him to be this mischievous lovable character but I would probably hate him :). Probably takes on too much, tries to be a hero but he's to amateur. Probably has a dramatic backstory; like he's a prince or something. He's probably got like a high pitched annoying voice (she dislikes kids). He's like if Deku was younger and medieval, except I like Deku. He probably cries a lot too."

(Sorry to the Wind, Sky and Four fans, I can't control her)

Last one (for now)

(told her he's my fav)

"Sonic

Oh no. Oh no. I think he's like, cocky, flashy, probably a bit of a flirt, but at the same time I feel like underneath that he's really sweet. He's a team player but a bit of a showoff. It's easy for him to get himself into a pickle."

He turns into a rabbit.

No rabbits! No! No rabbits! (She just read Melvina's Therapy webtoon)

"He looks like is James Hiller tried to be an elf knight."

Anything else?

"Idk he's just weird."

He's the most emo out of all of them.

"He's emo? He looks like a 'har har snicker ha' (a swashbuckler, for those who didn't grow up watching veggies hop around telling Bible stories), like Kirishima and Kaminari combined."

Showed her this Bunny Legend page

I"Oh my frick! It's a raspberry bunny! Like a raspberry bunny from Redwall! Like if Kirby ate a bunny! Oh my freaking gosh it's like if kirby ate a pokemon! Oh gosh! He's cute! I wanna read it I wanna read it I wanna read it!"

(I converted her, lol)

That mostly sums it up, but I did show her a piece of fanart, and she told me that Hyrule looks like my old OC Fitz (I might post the art one day, lol, it was terrible!), Warriors is He-Man, and Four is a blone Tarzan.

Additionally, I told her some of them were shifters, and when telling her that manga Legend becomes what is essentially a werewolf she went "Are there any vampires?"

.....

I told her Wars was the closest to a vampire, but only because @mmmwafflesart made him one.

She did like the idea of Shadow though, go fig..

(If y'all are curious I might follow this up with her thoughts on Malon and Ravio, but those were recorded and I don't think she wants that chaos soundtrack out (my hands were too busy to type at the moment))

Hope y'all enjoyed. Sorry again to the Sky and Four stans out there!

[gwynbleiddyn]

🍓 🍁🙊 🙉💧🌟🌏 for MiMi <3

MIMI...

🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?

he is a fan of his fruit n veggies

favourite fruit is maybe pomegranate???? or watermelon??? like pomegranate is so tart but slightly sweet and Mio likes sharp, strong flavours but watermelon,,, juicy,,,

honestly Mio will eat any veggie so long as it's been obliterated with garlic and honey which were pretty much staples in any form of cooking back home and i think maybe by definition the fact garlic is a veggie might put that as his favourite bc it makes everything else nice

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

very obviously summer because it has his favourite weather, his favourite occasions (his birthday) and his favourite associations (rebirth and association with his prime deity)

also everything is just so much more colourful. so vivid. the world feels like a more tangible place when you can see every detail that hasn't been washed out by autumnal fading or winter's stillness.

🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

hmmm i had to think about this one... he's very good at keeping secrets, even ones that are terrifyingly big and potentially life-altering. probably most especially those ones. so he doesn't have too much in the way of things he can't stay quiet about, however...

i think it would have to be something in the vein of defending things considered holy - like, if someone were to decry pelor or sehanine or insinuate that his belief in the gods is meaningless, he wouldn't take it lying down, yknow? he'd almost always retaliate, even to the defense of other gods that aren't his own. and when i say defense it isn't always in the sense of upholding their virtue, but maybe a reminder sometimes that the gods are far more powerful than anything on faelethris - e.g treating Talos like another enemy in their way is stupid, anyone reckoning to pick up a sword or sling a spell and fight a god is going to get reality checked by Mio pretty quickly.

answered 🙉!

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

i think that, lately, Mio has taken to writing letters in his journal to various people. Mostly his family, Onu, Shadiya. Some to Talisman and its individuals.

he's not somebody that's scared of dying and what death means (at the moment, anyway) because he's dealt with so much of it under Sehanine's guidance, but he is deeply afraid of leaving unanswered questions behind - because of the way his dad left him. suddenly, violently, without conclusion.

mio writes as a way of apologising, but also as a way of reassuring himself and his loved ones. he writes what he wishes he could have heard from amun - he writes that he loves them, that he's proud of them, that he sees them for who they are and it doesn't matter, as long as they're happy with the choices they make.

there is a clarity to his life now that Mio didn't have before, which i think has come from a slowly growing acceptance that dying in pursuit of his goals is quite likely -- it feels inevitable, and inevitability invites a certain kind of simplistic resolution. there is only one road to follow, and so all the stress and worry of indecision and choices become irrelevant to mio, leaving behind what's really important to him which is all of the above.

🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?

he feels watched over, i think. at peace. particularly on a night with a bright, full moon. i don't know that he thinks of much on nights like these, because it feels like one of the few times he can fully relax. no thoughts only vibes. he probably just says the first thing that comes to his mind with no filter.

he'll stargaze with anyone, but it's something he feels most comfortable doing with Shadiya. but certainly most of Talisman could convince him to join them, or Onu, or his brothers. the usual crew of people he holds dear.

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

there is nothing in this universe that he loves more than the gods, on paper. but he is not ruled by love alone -- in akhenian culture, his soul is an entity separate to his heart, and of these two things it's the heart you can live without.

he has a soulmate. and i think for her, he would.