#tobias one shot

[slothsluv]

“Are you afraid?”

PAIRING: Four x Reader

SUMMARY: [Following the Divergent movie] After learning your new result from the aptitude tests, Four wants you into his world to show you how to pass. He’s determined to make you pass.

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After learning your dear friend took the hard way of not accepting the fact he was going to become faction less, you felt fear take over your body. Your mind was running a thousand miles a minute after seeing your dead friend on the ground—how could I let him do this? You began rushing toward the doors that led outside, gasping for the fresh air of the odd morning to reach your drowning lungs. Before you could make it, you ran into a hard wall, looking up you see the hard wall being your instructor Four’s body.

“I’m sorry.” You sniffled as you tried to walk past him but you felt his hand grip onto your arm. He pulled you towards him but you ripped away from him. “Stop, please Four.”

“It’s not your fault he chose this way.” He says. You look up at him and see the way his eyes glistened in the lights of the hallways. His eyes.

“Even if it’s not, I don’t deserve my position I have now. I feel like an intruder.. like I’m-” you stopped yourself from saying the word. You see Four furrow his eyebrows at you. “Like what?”

You let out a shaky breath and looked into his eyes. A tear sliding down your cheek before letting him know what you felt. “They’re going to kill me.”

You felt more tears slide down your face. You knew your fate. You knew what was going to happen to you once you reached the second level of the training. You were warned what was going to happen if you were caught. You were determined to train yourself to not get caught but once you saw the cold, dead body of your once good friend lying on the floor, that hope and determination escaped your mind.

You knew what was going to happen to you no matter how long and how much you train yourself to surpass it.

“Why do you say that?” He asked but it didn’t feel like a question. It felt like a rhetorical question—he knew why but he wanted me to tell him the reason.

I looked up at him, tears staining my red cheeks and my bloodshot eyes piercing through his.

“You know why.”

He clenched his jaw from your response and let out a hum. “Follow me.” He says, turning around and walking around the corner.

You knitted your eyebrows in confusion and followed his order. You followed right behind him, his body becoming your shield from the dim lights of the hallways. His silhouette figure on the walls devoured yours—it was alluring to you.

Once you both reached the room you have been in before for the fear tests, you watch as he takes off his jacket and set it on the chair. He looks up at you and gives you a small nod, letting you know you can close the door. You do so and face him again. He begins to prep like he would do before testing one of his trainees for the fear exam.

“You’re going into my world.” He states. You widen your eyes, taken back by what he just said.

You watched as he gets the metal syringe ready for the serum. What felt like seconds ago he was telling you to be careful—to watch what you say towards him as you watched the way his jaw moved from the food he put in his mouth. Now he was allowing you into his world of fears. Into what kept him up at night and took over the controls of his body.

“You’re just going to let me into your mind?” You asked in disbelief.

“Mhm.”

“I don’t know a single thing about you and you’re just letting me into your world.” You scrambled. The way the vibration of the words slipped off his tongue made you tingle—his voice was deep and husky, it filled you with something you didn’t understand.

“What do you want to know?” He asked, stepping closer to you. Instinct kicked in and you stepped back. He stopped and scanned over your body, “are you afraid?”

During the whole duration of what felt like hours of him getting ready for the transition, he kept his gaze fixed on you. It felt intimidating the way he held his eyes so confidently over your face—your body. It was the first thing you noticed about him when he lifted you off the net when you first jumped down, the way he held his gaze so strongly over you. The feeling of his hands gripping your waist as he helped you onto your feet was engraved onto your skin ever since. The first moment you locked eyes with him and saw how dark and dusky they were, they seemed empty and bare the first time you stared into them. It made you want to know more about what he put a front on.

“You need to know how to handle your fears correctly. How a Dauntless would. If you want to pass without being suspected of what you are.” He stated. You watched as he injected the serum into the skin of his neck and release the liquid. You scan over his face to see his reaction but he was emotionless; like he’s done this a million times. He walks over to you with the syringe in his hand, ready to inject you next.

“Why can’t we just practice with my fears? So I know how to face them when the time comes.” You asked. He ignores what you say as he grabs your face with his left hand, his right with the metal syringe ready to pierce through your skin. Before he does so, you feel the pad of his thumb caress gently over your cheek, like he knew it was going to hurt you but he wanted to protect you from the pain.

“This will be a lot easier. I can’t see your fears clearly on the monitor. I need to show you what you need to do to pass.” The tone of his voice felt like he was pleading with you, begging you to open up to what he was going to show you, but he also sounded afraid of what you might think once you go and experience his fears with him.

You nodded at his words.

You felt a slight pinch into your skin, your nose scrunches in pain and you let out a small sigh from the contact. He slightly raises his eyebrows, like he was letting you know he was sorry for what he did. After he was finished, he placed the metal tab on the outer corner of your forehead along with himself. He then guided you onto his lap in the chair, your back facing his chest as your legs intertwined on the chair that was centered in the corner of the room. You felt him grab the sides of your waist as you lifted yourself to lean back into him, the warmth that overtook his body was now intact with yours. It felt nice feeling the rising of his chest every time he took an inhale and feeling the breath come out of his mouth onto the baby hairs of your neck.

“You ready?” He whispered, his lips so close to your ears. You nodded in response. You were ready to see what kept his mind uneasy on days he thought too much. You wanted to know what pained him in his dreams and screamed him out of them.

“I’ll see you in there.”

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A/N: hello my dudes, I am back! And with my first ever imagine of Four. I hope you all enjoyed this as I enjoyed writing this for you all.

Please let me know if you want me to write a part 2 to this of being in his hallucinations. This scene is my favorite part of the movie and I wanted to write a little something about it.

[theaawalker]

A Run For Your Money [Eric x Reader]

Pairing: Eric x gender-neutral!reader Song Inspo: One Dance by Drake ft. Justin Bieber Word Count: 2,004 Summary: A new Dauntless initiate, y/n, captures Eric's attention. As trouble follows you, Eric is always nearby with a keen smirk. But you won't go down without a fight, promising to give the brutal faction AND instructor a run for their money. Warnings: violence, fighting, mentions of death Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly)

Bam! Bam-bam, bam!

You are by yourself in the initiate training room beating on a punching bag. Today is one the rare days off that initiates get, and you chose to spend your time training. You made up your mind to transfer to this faction, so you did't intend to ease up on your pursuit until you make the cut. It seems that a group of female initiates were attracted by the punching sounds and have come to investigate. After seeing you, one of them attempts to show you how it's done.

Jace is bigger than her friends; one would assume that she was Dauntless born had the classes not been separated. She picks you up and throws you to the side, ready to set an example. You come back, jump and hock a leg around her neck, flipping her on her back to the ground. You land in a crouch, "Come on dude, don't be an asshole."

It's obvious that she nor her friends expected you to take her down. They thought that you would be intimidated like most of the other initiates, but Jace didn't hold her surprise for long.

"Well, that was unexpected, but not entirely unwelcome." She pushes off the floor and hops to her feet. You rise up with her as they meet for a handshake.

"Jace, Candor."

"Y/N." You turn away from her to go drink from your water bottle. Jace watches you for a moment.

"Which faction are you from, Y/N?" She asks. You blink and drink from your bottle before setting it back down.

"That's not important." You say. Jace isn't satisfied with your answer and is about to ask you another question.

"I couldn't agree more." The girls stiffen and jerk around to face Eric, posted up like a soldier with a sadistic glare in his eyes. "Do any of you want to explain to me why you're not downstairs?" His voice is menacing and full of authority. Jace and her friends look at each other confused. One of them tries to respond, but she's a stuttering mess.

"Bu-but w-w-we uh, I thought um.. I mean, we uh-."

Eric, having heard enough, cuts her off, "Got it. I'll give you a chance to make it down there, and you'd better make it before I get back down there." The girls scramble past him and rush down the stairs. You hadn't moved, choosing to remain silent until they had gone.

"Isn't today our day off?" You look at Eric expectantly. You aren't surprised when he starts grinning at you.

"Correct." He's walking towards you while shrugging off his jacket.

"Then why did you scare them away?" He smirks at the question and sets his jacket down near your water bottle.

"I'll be your sparring partner for today." You blink slowly.

"Alright."

2 hours later, you and Eric are both sweaty on the mats, breathing heavily as you stretch together.

"Thanks for the workout." Eric was impressed with you, and he's looking forward to welcoming you into Dauntless.

"No problem, I really enjoyed it. Thank you." You didn't expect the offer, but you appreciated it. Eric isn't known to associate with initiates outside of making sure Four is training them properly. So, while surprised that he wanted to spar, you weren't going to say no.

He nodded his head at you, grabbed his jacket and walked away. You watched him leave, strutting out of the training room with such confidence. He didn't even look like someone who'd been in a fight. You honestly feel inspired. One day, you're going to really give him a run for his money.

[ time skip - visitng day ]

When visiting day rolls around, Eric doesn't see his source of amusement. He wanders into the training room to see you finishing a set of pull ups. He stands in the entry way watching you come down to stretch. You bend down to the front, holds it, and then bend back into a back-bend.

You see him but don't say anything. You don't know how long he's been standing there watching, but since he didn't say anything neither will you. You take a few minutes to quickly stretch your body before picking up your water bottle and walking away. You almost makes it past him, but he stretches out an arm to stop you.

"Not so fast." You aren't looking at him, but he's looking at you. "Why aren't you down there with everyone else?"

"There's no one down there for me." You walk around him, and he lets you go. He sees that you're upset, but it isn't his place to comment on it.

[ time skip - next day ]

Early the next morning, Eric comes across you doing laps around the training room. You pause at seeing him there.

"You want to run?" You nod, your chest heaving with your breathing. "Come with me." You look around, unsure if you should follow him.

"I have training in an hour." He smirks at you.

"I'll make sure you're back in time." You nod again and follow him.

They run to a cliff spot with a full view of the sunrise. You hadn't watched the sunrise since being in Dauntless; you missed it. You wonder if this could be a regular thing for you again.

"Ready to head back?" You nod. "Can I come here every morning?" He regards you for a moment before replying.

"If you remember the way."

They jog back together and make it just in time for Four's class. You head over to join the other initiates lined up. Eric walks past them, ignoring Four completely as he heads to take a shower.

The next morning, you're running back to the Dauntless compound, coming back from your sunrise viewing. You're definitely going to make it part of your routine to run there in the mornings. Halfway back to the compound, you see Eric running toward you. You pass each other, making eye contact but not exchanging words or stopping.

[ time skip ]

Despite their rocky start, you and Jace form a competitive friendship. You're often seen sparring with one another, or with Jace's friends. With individual training, you two are always trying to out-do the other. Friendly competition became a great way for the both of you to become and maintain high ranks among the initiates.

Lately, Four has the group randomly paired every day for mock fights in the ring. Somehow, you always get paired with one of Jace's friends. You haven't lost a fight yet thanks to all the practice you had with Jace. The friend, Byron, was the biggest initiate of the class, so taking down anyone else was easier for you. Bruised, blustered, and bloodied, you managed to beat him. Even Four was impressed, with Eric nodding and smirking like he predicted your victory. Byron seemed pissed as he limped back to his spot. The fact of Jace teasing him didn't make it any better. Perhaps that was the catalyst that led to this unfortunate event.

[ time skip - that night ]

You were already in bed while everyone else was at dinner. You're an early riser which also means you're an early sleeper. That particular day had tired you out more than usual, so you slept heavy enough for someone to pick you up, cradle-style, and carry you away.

The culprits? Three men disguised in all black and ski masks who tried to dump you over the chasm.

One of the Dauntless members on the cameras sees them. He's in the camera room watching them almost drop you over until you wake up suddenly. Kicking and punching, you swing around on the railing to kick one of your attackers in the head. He hits the back wall and falls unconscious. One of them somehow is shoved over chasm railing, while you punch the other one in the throat and head until they fall. You snatch off the masks of the remaining two, and your face crumbles. Hurt and betrayed to see two of Jace's friends. You recognize Byron, and knee on the other one's dick. He tries to cover himself, but you kick his head, hammering down on it with both feet. As a floored Byron and his accomplices groan, you spit on him as a final assault before you stagger up and stalk off.

Four and Eric coincidentally show up in the camera room while this fight was taking place. Four notices that particular camera feed as he glances around the room when he first walks in. He immediately zeroed in on it, coming closer as he sees the victim, who he recognized as you, wake up and fight off their assailants. Four flips out, snapping at the guy sitting in front of him for not reporting this.

Eric, at seeing Four agitated, walks over behind him to see you in action. He finds it humorous, not caring at all about the sorry excuse for an initiate that fell over. Lucky him that he died before Eric could get to him. Those other two would pay dearly for what they just attempted, then maybe after he's done with them will he allow them to die.

Four tries to go to the chasm, but Eric tells him to take care of the guy in front of him first. "It's over now; I'll take care of them."

Eric tells the swarming Dauntless members to get those two initiates in a holding room until he gets there. Eric left the room in search of you, but he couldn't find you. Unbeknownst to him, he passed your hiding spot -- a hallway vent -- several times, but you didn't want to reach out to him. You saw a mix of other Dauntless members and initiates milling around, and you didn't trust them. So, instead, you tucked yourself deeper into your hiding hole and slept.

[ time skip - the next morning ]

You return to your bunk after you've calmed down. Jace tries to approach you, but you flinch away from her. Who's to say she didn't orchestrate the attack? Shortly after, Four, with Eric right on his heels, sped into the room. He's relieved to find you there, and he asks if you could come with them.

You're called to a meeting with the Dauntless leaders, the parents of the dead boy, and for some reason, Jeanine Matthews. The child's mother accused you of killing her son.

"Your son tried to kill me." His mother vehemently denied it, until she's shown the video feed. Then, she flips her argument.

"But you're not dead, now are you?" You, done with the conversation already, looks over at her.

"Let me guess, you'd rather I be dead."

"Yes!"

"Tough." You turn your head, dismissing her.

Eric is full-on grinning as the mother is short circuiting. Jeanine, ever observant of Eric and his mannerisms, notices Eric's interest in you. Thus, Jeanine also takes an interest in you. Reviewing in her mind the initiate's combat skills, she shifts her eyes over to you, who is busy staring out of the window. You could be another Eric, a great soldier to carry out her plans.

After much debate, mainly from the parents' end, you are dismissed. Due to the video evidence of the boy being involved with trying to kill you, and that he was actually bumped over by one of the boys, you are exempt from any punishment.

After the meeting, Jeanine pulls Eric to the side. He instead takes her to his office to hear what she has to say. She asks Eric what he thinks of you, to which Eric responds with a mediocre answer. He doesn't want you involved in this, but it seems his tactic isn't working. Jeanine doesn't buy it after seeing the video, and she gives Eric instructions to introduce you to the plans and get you working under him. After, she excuses herself and leaves him alone to his thoughts.

After lunch, Four escorts you to Eric's office. Four warns him not to be mean to you, and Eric tells him to get the fuck out of his office. During your meeting with Eric, he tells you the rundown of what's going to happen after you've passed your initiation. He doesn't go into too much detail, in case you have too much of an adverse reaction.

After he's done explaining, you're blunt with him, "That's stupid." Eric looks at you, but you keep your eyes on his computer and continues, "It doesn't make sense. She wants to kill people to keep the peace. And these serums, it sounds like some mind control scheme."

You look at Eric. He sees that you're smart enough to pick up on what he didn't say.

"You don't believe her, right?" You ask him. "You know that she wants to make everyone, except a select few, into mindless slaves that do whatever she wants while she rules over everything. You know that she wants a dictatorship and not peace, right?"

You pause for a moment to hone in on his unfazed expression. "Or maybe you do know, but you don't care." You look at him for a few more moments before leaning up and looking away, taking a stroll around his office.

He contemplates life while you busy yourself with looking around his office. How didn't he think about what life would be like with everyone under her new serum? He thought that he'd be done with Jeanine, and he could do whatever he wanted with Dauntless. He didn't care about the other factions. He really doesn't care about the people, but there's not much enjoyment in bossing around mindless slaves who are programmed to do what they're told anyway. How weird it would be to walk down the halls and pass people that aren't really there. Yes, there'd be no more people to piss him off, but there'd be no idiot to amuse him either. No one to hold a conversation with; no one to ignore for being stupid; and no one to threaten and watch them cower.

At that moment, he realizes that he would be bored and alone with not a soul for company other than Jeanine and her lackeys. He grimaces at the thought and sees how unpleasant it would be. He feels ignorant for not seeing the whole picture and not thinking ahead. He's going to rectify that.

[ time skip ]

It took Eric a few weeks to get together his evidence of Jeanine's crimes and organize a trial in Candor. It was unavoidable for some of his skeletons to be exposed, but fortunately, they were overlooked in light of him turning Jeanine in. She was found guilt and set to be executed, which was done by Eric himself immediately after the sentencing.

You passed your initiation ranked #1, with Jace pulling up #2. It took you a while to feel comfortable around her again, but ultimately, it wasn't her who hurt you. Thus, it wasn't fair for you to shut her out. Plus, she physically defended you whenever one of the guys got too aggressive with you, which was a nice plus.

You were also set to start your job working under Eric. The paperwork had already been approved by the time Jeanine's plans were foiled. Also, Eric had taken to courting you. Speaking to you more and spending time with you. He wouldn't date you until after you passed initiation, but now that you had, you and Eric have been together for about 3 weeks now. He was currently taking you to meet his parents for dinner.

Five minutes in, and you were not having a good time. Still, at least there was free food. Eric's mother, Blythe, addressing you, asks yet another insulting question. "So, how long have you been sleeping with my son?"

"Blythe!" Eric and his father shout her name, but you ignore her.

"Not going to answer?"

"No, I don't see how that's any of your business."

Taken aback, Blythe seethes before responding. "My son is my business."

"Yea, you're such a great parent, so supportive of your son's choices." You hear her gasp as you sip your water, not giving her the attention.

"How dare you-"

"That's enough," Eric hisses at her. He's pleased that you're not intimidated by his mother, but he doesn't like her being insulted.

"Are you going to eat that?" Eric asks you, eyeing your plate. You cut the steak and broccoli on his plate and fork it before turning to offer it to him. You have your other hand underneath in case anything falls from the fork. He eyes you again and you blink at him expectantly. He leans in, his eyes boring into yours as he eats off your fork. You turn back to spear more food onto the fork before turning to repeat your actions.

"I can eat my own food." He says while leaning in.

"Then why didn't you?"

As the night goes on, you two pay no mind to his parents. Even though Eric's father seems to genuinely support him, you don't see any sort of relationship blossoming with him or his wife. Yet, judging by Eric's reaction to Blythe, you won't have to worry about pleasing her. Sweet.

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Tobias, the spellshot gunslinger ✨

[ghostedgrim]

HEY! QUICK ROLL CALL!!!

To the Divergent Fandom! We've lost alot of people, or we're all just crazy quiet. It seems this beloved Fandom has died. BUT IM STILL HERE ALIVE AND KICKING MOTHERFUCKERS!!!

To those in this Fandom, reply and reblog so I can know y'all fuckers are still alive!

If ya wanna leave only a like, then please just reply with "here." I'm also willing to take any request you wanna send that are related to Divergent (smut, romantic, rejection, friendships, enemies, OCs, platonic, ships, hurt, comfort, crack ship, crack headcannons, random stuff, crack fic ideas) give them to me! IMMA ATTEMPT CPR, I MAY HAVE FAILED MY CPR TEST IM HIGH SCHOOL BUT IMMA STILL ATTEMPT CPR TO REVIVE THIS FANDOM!!!! 🦅

Feel free to add your favorite faction in the comments

[sulkysnape]

How would Severus react to his s/o joining the Order?

How would Severus react to you joining the Order...

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You were weary about telling him in the first place. Severus' reactions to news was always up in the air. You thought back to the time you told him you wanted a cat, by bringing a cat home. He did not take that news very well. But the news this time wasn't lighthearted like adopting a new furry friend.

You took your time closing up your classroom for the day. Having dinner with Severus was the last thing you wanted to do right now. Lying was not your forte, and lying to Severus was even more difficult. You knew that you would crumble the second he asked you how your day was.

You had nothing left to do in your classroom, so you had no choice, but to make your journey to your shared chambers. You dragged your feet as you turned the corner to the hallway leading to your chambers. You clenched your fist with one hand as you turned the doorknob with the other. The door swung open and you were instantly hit with the scent of roasted chicken. Closing your eyes, you took in the scent.

After changing into your evening clothes, you walked into the kitchen. Severus was standing behind the counter preparing two plates of dinner. He greets you with a smile and a kiss on the forehead before setting the dinner plates on the dining table. The two of you sit on opposite ends of the table. You each relish the silence for a few moments, enjoying the first few bites of dinner.

Severus breaks the silence as you take another bite of food.

“How was your day, love?” He asks. 

You look up from your food and think for a few moments. You clear your throat before speaking.

“It was good.” You begin “We began talking about why muggle’s need electricity today… It was an amusing topic.”

You took another bite of chicken as you thought carefully about your next words. 

“There’s something else I've been wanting to speak to you about, dear.”

“Hm?” Severus’ eyebrow raised.

“I’ve been speaking with Minerva lately…” You took a deep breath “Things are getting scary again… and I think…” 

Severus let you speak. He’s always let you speak. You watched him take a drink of his wine as he let you collect your thoughts. 

“I’m joining the Order, Sev.” 

He swallowed roughly as he looked at you with a confused face. 

“The Order?”

Your breath hitched as you tried to read his expressions to understand how he was feeling. Severus stopped looking at you as millions of thoughts raced through his mind. 

“I’m not going to just stand back when things go to hell, Severus.”

“But do you not understand what position that could put me in, Y/N.”

You were aware of the possible danger that came with joining the Order. Your husband was doing his duty by helping Albus, so why couldn’t you do your part? 

“It’s not that I doubt your strength or your courage.” His hands grip his wine glass. 

The room is silent for a few moments. You watch as his eyes dart across the room as he thinks about what to say next. 

“I walk on shards of glass every day. If Voldemort suspects… If he even hints that my loyalties are divided–” 

“Do you doubt me, Severus?” You interrupt him sharply. 

Severus pauses, his expression changing to one of quick regret as he turns to you, his eyes softening. There’s a moment of silence as he chooses his words carefully. 

“No, Y/N. It’s not you I doubt. My fear… it isn’t of your loyalty or your capability. It’s the thought of you in harm’s way that I cannot bear.”

You search his face, trying to understand the depth of his concern. 

“Severus, I know the risks. But I cannot let fear dictate our actions. We do this together.”

You gripped onto his hand for reassurance. You understood that this decision would most likely have its consequences, but it was a choice you were willing to make. You watched Severus think through his thoughts before finally looking at you. 

Severus finally let out a sigh, the tension easing from his shoulders as he allowed a small, resigned smile to grace his lips– a rare and precious sight. 

“Somehow, you always manage to convince me,” he admits, his voice soft, laced with a mixture of admiration and affection. “Your determination… it’s impossible to argue against.”

He squeezed your hand gently, a silent acknowledgment of the path you’ve chosen.  “Together, then.”

[vanillanaps]

Tobias Eaton

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[kahvilahuhut]

one sunny afternoon

(see the whole drawing on my art blog)

summary: Klara & Toby decided to spend part of their summer vacation at Klara's brother's farm. Here we have Toby go tell Klara that the dinner is ready, but then they end up talking about completely different things. :3

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"Hey! Enjoying the weather?"

Klara turned around and saw Tobias waving his hand, holding a tea cup in his other, wearing a light yellow sweater and purple-ish overalls. Not something it usually wears but, man, looking incredible. "Hey! Yeah, it's very sunny with little clouds. Went for a swim, too," she said, a smile on her face, "Uh, by the way, what's with the outfit?"

"Oh, this? Um," Tobias laughed, "I dropped a strawberry jam sandwich on my fish sweater. Måns was going to the town and asked if I want to go to the store with him. Ended up finding these in the local thrift shop. I kinda like them, I guess? The overalls are really comfortable."

"You look amazing in them."

It smiled widely, "Heh, thank you so much!" Tobias looked at her for a moment. "Oh, um! Have a nice swim?"

Klara nodded. "The water's surprisingly warm. Though, now I have sand all over my legs."

"Sounds fun."

"Sure is! I was thinking about going there again, wanna join?"

"I, well, I don't know. I mean-" Tobias looked at the beach, and the dark water. "It's not too deep, is it?"

"No, no, don't worry."

"Okay, well. Hmm... It's not that I don't know how to swim, I do, it's really fun, but, well... I'm scared of water where I can't see the botton, you know? Be it a swimming pool, I'd be completely fine. But, well..."

"Honey, it's okay. Don't worry," Klara smiles and kissed its forehead. "You don't have to do thing you're not into."

"You're the best," Tobias smiled back and looked at his hands. "Oh! Just remembered. I brought you this," it gave her the cup of tea it was holding the whole time.

"Thank you!" Klara took a sip, "Didn't know you took the tea box on the trip."

"I bought it in the local town's store! They have surprisingly large quantity of different teas," he said while climbing up to sit on the gazebo's wall. Hands tightly gripping the wood to stop wobbling on it and not to fall, Tobias continued, "I do hope their quality is as good as quantity," it chuckled.

"It's really good, wanna try?"

"Mmh, maybe one sip," Klara watched him slightly lean down to take a sip from the cup she was holding, "Okay, yea, really good!"

"All thanks to you."

"God, don't be ridiculous, it's the tea quality that's more important."

"Mmhmm, but it's you who made it and also brought the cup here for me to enjoy after cold water."

"You said it was warm."

"You get the idea."

They both laughed and looked at each other for a moment, with wide smiles on their faces.

"By the way, um, I've been meaning to ask," Tobias began, "Is everything okay? I mean, um, how should I say this... It feels like you're, well, anxious, jittery, lately? I don't know how to explain it. Especially when we're alone here in the orchards or something," he paused and looked st Klara, "I hope I didn't, well, do anything wrong? Or-"

"Sunshine, relax, everything is fine," she leaned closer to hug it, "It's just, well, uh. It's about something I was planning to do. And then I didn't. And now I'm annoyed because I couldn't do it."

"Oh, um. Can I help?"

"No, no. Unless you can teleport to San Francisco."

Tobias smirked, "Well, no, sadly can't do that," it touched Klara's back gently and smiled, "Can you tell me what you were going to do? Maybe that will help?"

"I'm- ugh. It was supposed to be a surprise for you, kinda. I was going to-" she paused and glanced at the beach, took a deep breath and turned back to face Tobias. "I was going to, um, propose to you. But I thought that Måns had the ring I was going to use, and instead found out that he left it at family house."

"Oh! Um. Well. That's totally okay, don't worry about it," it smiled, "I can wait, if you want. But, um, just know that I don't need any rings to say yes. The answer's definitely yes."

"Wh- Are you sure?"

"Yes! Yes, of course! I don't think I've been more sure about something as much as about this."

"Man, you are too adorable," she hugged it tight, burying her face in its neck, "I love you so much."

"I love you too, honey," Tobias murmured and kissed her head. "By the way, I think one of Måns's partners has a license to officiate marriages. That is, if you want to do something that involves some kind of rings."

"You know what? Why not, why wait. Who is it?"

"I don't remember. We can ask on the dinner if you want. Because I totally just realized that the reason I originally came here - along with the tea - was to tell you that dinner is almost ready. Oops."

"God, why are you always so cute," Klara picked up the empty tea cup in one hand and held Tobias's hand with the other, "Let's go then."

"Mmhmm. Oh, and," it smirked, "we could also go swimming again , later. If you can hold my hand like that there, too."

"Sunshine, I can hold you even closer if you want to."

"Damn, now that's a tempting proposal~"

[kcuf-ad]

Have I watched the Pokemon Anime lately?

No.

Do I have some ideas for the Sinnoh Region?

Kinda.

[kanenites]

headcanoning criminal minds characters as disabled like its a job

[jaronxlordashcombe]

TIME FOR FAN FICTION!

okay, y'all it's time to get your pencils and pens and keys on your devices working. The fanart was fantastic I will be rating at the end of the month! If you are late or didn't see the fanart one text me so you can submit it by June 30th.

COMPETITION: Starts June 6th and ends June 11th, post any of the fan fiction any time, tag, text or tell me so I can see and read each and every one! Write about anything you want to do with Jaroden. It may be a chapter to an existing story or a short one-shot, or even a beginning to a story!

Have any questions just ask.

Reblog to get the word around!

HAPPY JARODEN!!!!

[hearthown]

Jameson - One Hell of A Shot

[requested by @aria-1105] - the ff begins during the time Jamie skipped school to find the next clue in the game (TIG) and before finding the clue on the Winchester rifle (it's kinda like an AU).

The Black Wood.

Jameson inhaled the scent of the forest - the fresh air, the wood, the metal tang of the grass. He knew that he should’ve been searching for clues, clues from the latest game his grandfather had left them.

He didn’t know why he had ended up here, out of all places. Ground targets surrounded him, half of them punched with holes, the other half brand new. He couldn’t remember when he last stood here, rifle in hand. Maybe he didn’t want to remember.

Then, his gaze moved to the many trees that surrounded the clearing. He had always known that trees were a representation of knowledge. Of memories. And it was memories that he was seeing in front of his eyes now.

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[Okay, let’s pretend that TTH taught Grayson and Jameson shooting on Jameson’s 12th birthday, as one of his “schemes” to get them to compete]

Jameson's 12th Birthday

“Alright, boys,” Tobias Hawthorne began. “The first thing you need to know about shooting is that you always treat a rifle as if it is loaded, even if it isn’t.”

Jameson watched as his grandfather started loading his own rifle. It was his 12th birthday and he had expected this. Well, not the fact that he’d have to learn shooting on the morning of his birthday, but the fact that Tobias Hawthorne loved making him and Grayson compete. On one day every year, he and Grayson were the same age, and his grandfather pulled out all the stops. Last year, they had to fight each other using the martial arts skills they had cultivated. Grayson had won. Today, Jameson was determined not to let history repeat itself.

He was determined to WIN. Just like any other Hawthorne, he loved to win. But today, he had to be better. He had to beat Grayson. And he wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

As his grandfather took up position and showed them the different stances that would affect the accuracy of their shots, Jameson had eyes for nothing else in the world. He was always known to have laser focus. Once his attention was latched on to you, it would take a lot for it to be snatched away.

“You lose focus, you lose the game.” His grandfather’s words echoed in his head.

Tobias Hawthorne continued his lesson, now moving on to aiming techniques. “Make sure that you have proper sight alignment. A good shooter must not only have a good arm, but he must also be able to use his eyes.”

Jameson wiped sweat off his brow. If Grayson thought he had a chance of winning today, he was wrong.

BAM! His thoughts were cut off by an ear-splitting sound.

He looked at the target and… BULLSEYE. His grandfather had made the perfect shot. Tobias Hawthorne was as Hawthorne as the rest of them. Jameson might even go on to say that he was THE Hawthorne. Hawthorne values had been made by him. His lessons were ingrained in their minds, his blood their blood. It was no shock that everything he did was perfect.

Before he knew it, his grandfather had walked them through the whole process again, several times, one-on-one. It was time to compete.

Five ground targets were prepared. In order to win, they had to get the most number of bullseyes. As always, their grandfather expected perfection. Nothing less, but there was always room for more.

Grayson was up first. Every inch the heir apparent, he got into his shooting stance, his rifle raised to eye level. His first three targets were all bullseyes. Jameson clenched his hands into fists. On the fourth one, Grayson fumbled, and the shot went a little way off. He watched as Grayson noticed his mistake, as his muscles tensed. He must’ve pulled himself together before shooting the final time because that was a bullseye too.

“Now your turn, Jameson,” his grandfather patted him on the shoulder. Tobias Hawthorne might as well have been asking him to have his turn at the merry-go-round at the funfair. Hawthornes didn’t go to funfairs for leisure or fun. This was fun at Hawthorne House.

Jameson positioned himself in front of the first target and tightened his grip on the rifle. As he brought it up to his gaze, he noticed a word carved on the rifle’s stock. WINCHESTER. His middle name.

Electricity surged in Jameson’s body. This was meant for him, he knew it. He was going to prove to his grandfather that he could do this.

He closed his eyes, all of his five senses somehow sharpened. When he opened them, he fired his first shot.

BAM! Bullseye. Bullseye. Bullseye. Bullseye.

At the final target, he set his jaw. This was it. He lined up his shot one last time and… BULLSEYE.

He had done it. He had won.

He barely had time to process what had just happened when his grandfather appeared behind him and clapped him on the shoulder.

“Very good, Jamie, very good.”

Jameson basked in the praise. Tobias Hawthorne was stingy with his compliments, to say the least. He didn’t exactly give them out like candy.

“I’ve never seen a shot like that before, especially one from a 12-year-old. You’re ahead of your time, Jamie. Keep this up and I’ll see to it that the rifle collection is passed on to you.”

Jameson’s eyes widened. He knew how much that rifle collection meant to his grandfather, how much time his grandfather had spent finding collector pieces all around the world.

“Happy Birthday, Jameson.” Tobias Hawthorne beamed.

Jameson grinned, and then turned back to find Grayson, offering him a rare smile although he knew that deep down, Grayson was disappointed of his loss.

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Present Day

“WINCHESTER.” Jameson repeated to himself. Within the next moment, he sprinted into the House and entered the armory.

He knew exactly where the next clue lied.

[copia]

this is all copia's fault

[mformultiverse]

Tobias ✨✨✨

[theidiotabides]

My own hawk eyes returned, so superior to the Hork-Bajir vision. I turned my gaze on Visser Four. The head moved. He was still alive. Then I saw a smaller movement. I fluttered my wings and hopped over. I darted my beak down and snapped up the gray slug that was crawling down the doomed man’s cheek. <The Yeerk,> I said. The others came over. Cassie was human. Rachel mostly so. Marco as well. Just kids now, in a ditch, behind a burning tank, surrounded by bodies. <What should I do with him?> I asked. Marco held out his hand. He took the Yeerk. “We can’t let him get a new host. Can’t take him back to our own time. He knows now that we’re humans. We leave him here, he dies slowly of Kandrona starvation.” “They say it’s a horrible way to die,” Cassie said. Marco held the Yeerk out to Ax. <No,> the Andalite said. <I have enough to answer for.> Ax looked at Rachel, then looked away. “No,” Rachel said as Marco offered the Yeerk to her. <Not me, either,> I said. “I see,” Marco said, nodding slightly. “No one’s anxious to add another stain on their conscience? Everyone’s had enough?” He flipped the Yeerk almost casually through the air. Threw it into the flaming hulk of the tank. “Starve or burn,” Marco said, trying in vain to sound tough and indifferent. “His only choices. This is quicker.” -Megamorphs 3: Elfangor's Secret

Crying, screaming, throwing up, etc.

[wowieeitsisa]

I always make ‘em being sweet over each other, I really should make more drawings of these mfs pre friendship

[tricycleghoulette]

Chapter 1 Ghost BC Cardinal fanfic

Surrounded in darkness aside from the soft yellow glow of candles that flickered while the flames whispered in the silent room. My eyes locked on the entrancing dance of a single flame against the dark wall, across from which I leisured on my black satin dressed bed. Upon the ornate Victorian brass sconce it stood, white wax dripped evenly while it burned. Then in the silence, I heard it. It's whispers summoned me.

To my feet I rose bare against the cool and dark acacia wood floor boards. The scarlet corduroy dress I wore fell just below the knee. Under it was my favorite comfort shirt, a tight black turtle neck. Just a few steps away, I quietly walked to the flame that called me. This act, forbidden. For the flames spoke to me. Should the Clergy catch wind I would be made to regret my gifts.

Arriving to the hunter green wall, I sighed allowing my eyes to fixate on the flame as the rest of the room disappeared into darkness. Pictures molded from the wick. "Tell me gentle soul, burn bright, burn high." I coaxed in a hushed tone, encouraging the spirit trying to speak through the element. The flickering heat rose, summoning an image of a severed head. My mouth fell ajar. "Is it y—..", my question was interrupted and my focus torn from the messenger by the sound of the brass door knob twisting. In my chest, my heart felt shoved to my spine, rapid and pounding. Eyes fixated on the door, unable to move as it crept open.

In this moment which felt stretched for an eternity, I considered quickly snuffing the flames between my fingers. A futile thought, surely I did not have enough time. Now ajar, a hand dressed in black leather draped upon the door knob. My breath was stuck in my chest, shoulders stiff and raised until I heard his voice.

Stepping into room with an audible sound of approval, "Ahh, so kind of you.", appeared my dear friend Cardinal.

From the corner of the room, still frozen I raised an eye brow with what likely appear as a grin tainted with guilt. His eyes tacked onto me, then to the flame, then back to me.

"You know, ... to, you know, bring light to the room." He continued, turning around to shut the heavy wooden door as quietly as possible. Once shut, the awkward Cardinal brushed off his black jacket adorn with silver embroidery. He eased wrinkles from his sleeves as he spoke playfully, "You know who else brings the light?"

In this moment it was pondered if I could move. Curious if he knew, or if he truly was ignorant of the flame speaking beside me.

"Hm? Do you?" He awoke me from these thoughts. Always so in need of reassurance and attention was he.

With a sigh I amused him, "Lucifer." I said plainly.

He chuckled, now approaching me with open arms extending towards my still stiff frame. The images of the severed head borne upon the candle's wick plagued my mind as he neared.

'Just who was that?', I quietly asked myself as leather gloves curled around my thin shoulders.

"What?" He inquired with the tilt of his head.

Could he hear my thoughts?

"Did the flames teach you a lesson?" He peered into my soul with eyes touched by the beauty of two colors.

My chestnut eyes snapped up to meet his which were adorn with disapproval. He lifted his right hand to part back a piece of hair that had obstructed my vision. All while squeezing my shoulder with the other.

"Cardinal I think —" I defensively began to blurt. Only to be cut off by his words spoken with concern.

"My child, should they catch you, I fear not even I can help you. The Clergy does not exist without secrecy. Should your eyes feast upon their truths which they try to hide, you will not be forgiven."

My head hung defeated, disappointed in myself for so easily given in. His hands slid to just above my elbows.

"Do not fear, they do not know of what you've done tonight. Tell me what is it you saw?", one hand dropped to his side, the other guiding me back to the bed. Cardinal eased me onto the bed, taking note of my clear discomfort, he left me there.  The satin felt cold against the skin of my smooth legs. Abandoning me, he sat facing my direction at the wooden desk adjacent from my bed.

"What, cat got your tongue Seraphina, hm?" He teased, his lips turning slightly up into a smile. To his playful response, I narrowed my eyes and turned my head back to the flame across from the foot of the bed.

"I'd know more if you didn't interrupt me." I grumbled, replaying the face of the flame in my mind.  I was nearly certain it was Papa III. Coming back from the dead to share one last important message. The thought made my heart sink to my feet.  Despite assisting the clergy for many years, I rarely spoke with Papa.  Busy organizing their papers, taking minutes in their meetings.  I was quite literally the fly on their wall. Trusted most certainly, just not enough to be graced by his presence often.  After his death uncertainty set across the administration.  Who would lead us in our great mission? Nihil no longer had any children at his disposal.  Each murdered, calculated by higher clergy for sure.  There were whispers of Cardinal Copia being chosen to carry on the great responsibility left abandoned. Though this brought sadness to my heart, unlike Papa III, I spoke with Cardinal nearly every day.  What would life be like in his absence?  Would the fruits of fame taint him as they did his potential predecessor?

"Perhaps this interruption of mine was for the better." He sighed.  I wondered if he was tired, they had been sending him out more.  The black paint beneath his eyes hid any telling of weariness. 

"I think it was three." I confessed, placing my hands in my lap where my eyes now focused.  Fixated on the chips in my black nail polish.  I heard the age in the wooden chair creak as Cardinal repositioned himself. He wanted to hear more, I felt his eyes beckoning me for more information without having to seek them out. "I just saw his head. That's all I saw, I swear.  He spoke nothing. He wasn't loud enough."

Cardinal scoffed at the irony, "Pfft, suddenly in death he wants to be quiet? Not loud enough!" His black painted lip bared down on his bottom as he sucked it in.  A new sense of nervousness set into the room. Silence between us merged with the uncertainty of the message from the dead.  He hummed out a sigh, slapping his legs quickly as he stood up. "Well," he began, now standing over me, "it must be nothing then." There was a smile dressing his lips to hide the anxiety that still creased in his forehead.

My lips pressed to a slight frown as I peered up at him with apologies in my eyes, "I'm sorry I don't have more. I wanted more."

"Nonsense!" He swatted the air, his hand still in those dark leather gloves. "What would any of that matter to me.", he cleared his throat. Ready to leave this behind us.

There was so much I wished to speculate on, so much I wanted to discuss with him. Or just return to the flame, if only he would let me. These hopes were abandoned as he neared the lamp on the desk. With ease his finger twisted the knob which brought artificial light. Beside the lamp he found the candle snuffer, shining in gold. With a sense of protective purpose he snuffed out each candle in the room and he digressed to the next order of business.

"What is on my schedule for tonight?" He asked.

"Uhm.. I think a meeting with Sister?", news to which he sighed.

I stood from the bed, walking to the desk where my planner sat. Lifting it's brown leather cover embroidered with flowers I flipped through it's pages until I found today's date.

"Yes, an evening meeting in the library with Sister." I confirmed looking over at him as he killed the final flame. "Why the sigh? Did something happen? You enjoy time with Sister."

I placed a hand flat on the planner and leaned against the desk.

"Oh, it's nothing.." he said with a shrug.

I rolled my eyes, turning back to the planner shutting it with a slap. It was only a matter of time until he cracked. Either that or he was bursting at the seams awaiting me to inquire further.

"Why?", I went for the bite. His eyes seemed to glimmer with a sense of satisfaction from my question.

"The old man.." he began.

"You mean Nihil..?" I interrupted.

"Yeah whatever, Nihil.." he mocked, "..he is always with her these days. As if he really thinks she's into old men."

"Oh Copia, you sound like a child." I teased

He scoffed, surprised by my playful accusation. "Don't act surprised, you ride a tricycle around the ministry." I added with a smirk.

He pointed a gloved finger at me, "You know...I got secrets on you. You should watch your mouth!", still pointing as he walked towards me. I swatted his hand down with a playful slap.

"You'd never. You'd be lost without me here." I smiled confidently.

He looked down, shoulders sinking with a sigh, "You're right. So that's why you're attending dinner with me." He glanced back up. I look for any sign of playfulness on his aging face, no longer were we playing.

It felt as if a tight string was being pulled in my throat, "W-What?" I stammered in disbelief. As part of the Ministry's administration I had sat in for purposes of business. Never so intimate as a one on one meeting with Sister and the rumored future heir of the, "Papa", title. Not to mention the high potential of Papa Nihil being there as well.

"Yes, perhaps it will be a good reminder of who can decide your fate in an instant if you keep up with these..these.." his arms extending towards my direction going up the length of my body and back down as his fingers wiggled in the empty air, attempting to find the right word, "..games!" he said a little louder, frustrated by his sudden lack of vocabulary. He flung his hands to his side, using the momentum to spin around on his heals.

Games? I thought to myself. Is that how he viewed this? As if it was juvenile or fun? There was a sense of injury in my chest.

"Hurry up. We don't have all that much time. Sister is keen on timely arrival." He advised as if I did not already know.

"Are you sure they would want me there?", asked sheepishly to his back.

"If she could invite him, then I can invite my assistant." was his response, still facing the door.

"But is it a good idea. They scare me Copia." I confessed looking away from his frame and back to the candle no longer alit. "Like you said, they can end me. What if they somehow sense it? What if there is a flame at the table and I have a bad poker face?" I looked back to him.

He looked over his black clothed should with a shrug, "Well then, we shall find out." He grinned turning away to adjust his bat wing Biretta.

I swallowed hard and nodded, "yeah, we shall see".