#valeria really is my little black dress

[inquisitor-gayfax]

thinking about post-resurrection helynna valeria/vishani again on this rainy saturday afternoon.

vishani calling helynna "my captor" in the same way she called orikan "my equal." starts as derogatory name for the flesh prison and small mind she is forced to share, ends as a term of endearment because ultimately it's vishani's non-existent heart helynna holds in thrall....ough

[vivgst]

She hates monotony and loves the new challenge she finds in you, so she won't rest until she gets her way, as always.

Pinning this so new folks will know I write.

Part two here

Her eyes wandered curiously around the bar and she rolled her eyes. It was more of the same and she was already tired of spending her money on sex she didn't find really good in the first place.

The same women, the same uniforms that were uncomfortable to even look at, the same playful glances that didn't provoke anything and she wanted to leave, but her men were drooling all over the place and she didn't want to be a killjoy, more than she already was.

Men are so easy to satisfy…

Her eyes landed on a table in the back and she saw you, with an icy gaze as you judged everything that was happening around you and she wondered if you worked there, which was a little obvious considering you were collecting used glasses from that table.

But you didn't match the place, you weren't wearing a uniform, you had a black dress that hugged your body and was full of rhinestones that looked excessively expensive and she raised an eyebrow curiously. You weren't the owner, she knew that.

“That dress looks too expensive to wear it in this place.” She spoke in a low voice, you turned to look at her and to her surprise, you kept her gaze, impassively and blankly.

“That way, only men who can pay for me will approach me.” You responded, walking towards the bar to wash the glasses and she followed you, snickering. You were a brat, she liked that.

“You are not a stripper.”

"No".

"Why?"

“I don’t need to do that crap to get customers’ attention.” You said in a monotone voice and narrowed your eyes at her, looking her up and down but that didn't offend her, it amused her, it intrigued her. “As you can see.” You added in a mutter.

“Ah, cabrón…” She raised her eyebrows and let out a chuckle, shaking her head. “Me salió mamona la gringa”.

“No soy gringa.”

“Pareces.”

"But I’m not. And you’re wasting my time, if you’re not going to pay for me then you can leave.” You were bratty, pedantic and she liked that, it would be more fun to watch you beg and she would do it, she promised herself.

Maybe it wasn’t going to be easy, but she was used to it, working hard was something she had to do on a daily basis.

“I bought you the moment I saw you, chula.”

You weren't in the mood to do this, but it was never something you could decide for yourself, so you guided her towards the back of the club, to the largest room, because although you had never spoken to her you knew she was El Sin Nombre, and that she always spent too much money.

Valeria looked all over the room, it suited you, it didn't match the rest of the place either, it was very luxurious.

Her gaze returned to you and she gave you a look up and down, the mocking tinge in her eyes was obvious but that didn't faze you, accepting humiliation was part of the job and no one was important enough to offend you anyway.

“You look frigid, even though you are beautiful.”

"I am". You muttered nonchalantly. She hummed thoughtfully and sat on the couch, pouring herself a glass of whiskey. Valeria was smart, she knew you wouldn't do anything beyond serving her sexually, however she was curious about you, which was quite noticeable and made you want to roll your eyes.

“A pretty face is not enough to sell as much as you claim.”

“Yet here you are.” She gave you a warning look that you almost missed, because you weren't interested in being afraid of her, despite everything that was said about her. "Men like to know that I'm hating what they're doing to me and that I can't do anything about it, it makes them feel they have power, power that they don't possess outside of this room."

You had a point, and it made sense, which made Valeria feel sick.

She wanted to mold you, take away that mask of coldness, she didn't want you to hate her hands, she wanted to make you addicted to them. However, she knew she should be patient with you, and she didn't care.

Since she had gained power, no one had refuted anything and although at first that filled her ego, it had become boring and she had found a new challenge in you.

"And what do you know to do?" She asked, you knelt in front of her, reaching her pants, which took her by surprise, but she grinned and leaned back on the couch.

“I'm good with my tongue.” You said nonchalantly as you nimbly got rid of her pants and underwear. She gently grabbed your chin and pulled your face up so you were looking into her eyes, which made you feel vulnerable for a moment.

“Then show me.” Valeria murmured, drinking from her glass but not taking her eyes off you.

[nightlyrequiem]

You fed us 💗Hyper-fem × Valeria💗 (ty sm <3 ily) Now, would you mind sparing some

🩸Creepy-Goth × Valeria🩸?

AHHH I love the gothic subculture. I wanted to be goth when I was younger, but I was both too poor to buy any clothes and not crafty enough to make or alter my own. I also couldn't get into the music 😔

I'm not sure if you wanted a one-shot or headcanons but I feel headcanons will be best to cover everything!

Will forever have a place in my heart though <3

Valeria with a Goth S/O

A goth in a small town with a very warm climate is very uncommon. In all her thirty-eight years of living Valeria had never seen a goth person IRL. You were in such an odd place too. Well, not odd for normal-dressed dressed people. Seeing you in your long black flowing skirt with your layered black tops and tangles of jewelry caught her a little off guard. Even your makeup seemed unusual. White face with exaggerated eyeliner and contour, black lipstick. And you were just in a coffee shop ordering a coffee.

She approached you, because of course she did, she couldn't just not see what was going on. You were sat at a table by yourself with your laptop. Valeria's first ever words to you were "It's not Halloween yet." She thought it was funny, but you just gave her a singular bored look and went right back to ignoring her. You've heard it all.

Valeria eventually introduced herself like a normal person and asked genuine questions. You were so eloquent and poetic with your words. Using romantic language to explain your hobbies and interests to her.

It didn't take long for Valeria to snatch you up. She did her best to court you. Listened to all the songs and watched the movies you recommended her so she could have conversations about them with you. She even brought you 'animal' bones to add to your collection. Watching your eyes light up made her day.

Most people are weirded out when they find out you're into taxidermy and collecting bones. Why would you do that? That's so weird. You are unstable. Blah blah blah. Valeria didn't seem to mind though. Sometimes she'd even tag along when you went out in search of dead things. She'd even bring you roadkill, how romantic.

Your home is filled with cleaned bones, taxidermized animals, and dried plants. You were very proud to tell her that you cleaned some of the bones yourself. Which devolved into you explaining the process. A bucket filled with water, let it soak, add peroxide, get a toothbrush and carefully clean off any remaining skin or fur. Valeria admired how passionate you were about this.

Other people would've been weirded out. You've been compared to Leatherface and Ed Gein. It always saddened you that people couldn't see the beauty of it'. You were giving a dead thing a new purpose.

Valeria LOVED watching you get ready. Sometimes you'd have hauntingly beautiful music playing in the background or a horror movie. For obvious reasons, Valeria really liked that you weren't all that frightened about blood and gore.

Also, I definitely believe that Valeria has let you goth her up at least once. (And I think she secretly enjoyed it.)

Anyway, back to what I was saying, she likes to watch you get ready. Watching you tease and hairspray your hair was relaxing for her. Corsets, big boots, collard, ruffled blouses, long skirts. Your fingers always clad in chunky rings with bats or spiders or dark gems. Valeria proudly accompanies you in public, showing you off. Or so she thinks. You're really just running mundane errands.

Sometimes you'll say something odd or off-putting. Other people will give you weird looks but not Valeria. She adores how your mind works. She also loves how knowledgeable about bugs and spiders you are. She personally will kill spiders, but she's watched you pick up the non-venomous ones bare handed to either look at them closer or to release them. (I'm heavily projecting here because I love spiders. My favorite is the Goliath Bird Eating Spider, which lives in the rainforest areas of South America.)

She killed one in front of you and found out very fast that you did not like that. She wonders how you'd react to finding out she kills people too. With all the horror movies and books you read she'd think that you would be fine with that. You're very open and passionate about your world views though and Valeria knows you probably wouldn't be.

Like I said, you live in a warmer climate. Las Almas, Mexico to be exact. The scorching sun and all black, heavy clothes don't mix well. Valeria has taken up to carrying around icepacks and bottles of water. She also gifted you an umbrella to keep yourself shaded under1. Black of course. The canopy tapers into the outer ribs like a bat's wing.

Valeria likes it when you plan dates. It sounds cliche but you often set up dusk time picnics in the local cemetery. You're very respectful about the dead. Not trampling over the graves. Picnicking there isn't that bad anyway because the dead are probably happy to get some visitors.

Valeria loves you and all your quirks.

[miniwheat77]

Sweet. (Captain Price x Reader)

!NSFW, Smut, Fingering, Roofies, Oral Sex (fem recieving), unprotected p in v sex !MINORS DNI! Edited!

*added p in v sex part*

When you were recommended for 141, nobody really seen why.

Captain Price didn't think you were all that special, none of the others did either. But nonetheless, he decided to give you a chance. He was a little hard on you for awhile, pushing you during training, being a little rough when it came to talking to you, and his punishments were even worse. He was very difficult and you didn’t understand why he seemed so passive to everyone except for you.

You hated being apart of 141, it was the worst thing Laswell had ever recommended. You thought maybe Captain Price hated you because you were young. He seemed to have the mentality that the military wasn't meant for young adults. Which, truth be told. It probably wasn't. But it was the only means of escape you had.

"This mission is different." Captain Price makes his way inside the conference room. Stacks of papers in his hands. "And I think this is the perfect time, we see what Y/N's got." he smirks. This clearly wasn't an important mission. Otherwise he wouldn't have you on it. Because for some reason, he hated you. "This is a capture only mission. Y/N will lead the way." He smiles.

—

A sigh falls from your lips. "You know. I'm a little annoyed that I got roped into this. I had intentions of someone else doing it." You complain. Captain Price chuckles. Sitting next to you in the limousine. "Well, sweetheart. You happen to be the only female around. Besides, you never said how you'll get him to tell you anything or how you'll capture him." He smirks. "I have a plan. Just trust me." He nods his head. He's wearing a suit and you have on the tightest black dress known to man. Tall black heels and your hair and makeup is done to the best of your ability. Something Captain Price hadn't ever seen before.

"Follow my lead." You mutter. He follows you up through the front doors of the penthouse, very similar to the one you'd captured Valeria in. It's full of people dressed to perfection. There's a huge dance floor surrounded by tables. The both of you make your way inside, sitting at the bar.

For the next hour, it's the both of you trying to blend into this party, even going as far to dance with one another on the dance floor.

"I have eyes." You whisper to John on the dance floor. He spins you around, your back pressed up against him, his mouth right next to your ear. "I see him too, you ready for this ah?" he smirks. "Oh yeah." His hips brush up against yours and he closes his eyes for a second.

It doesn't take much for you to get your targets attention. Sitting a few stools down from him at the bar. "Whatever you do, do not let me be in a room alone with him for too long. No more than 5 minutes if you have no eyes." You mumble into the radio.

"Copy." John says, he's a little confused by how crucial you've made it sound. The man sits down in the stool next to you and begins talking to you. It doesn't take long until he's wanting to get into a room upstairs with you. You sweet talk him the entire time. You get into the elevator with him, nervous the entire time. "Eyes." Ghost says into the radio, a sense of relief going over John. He had seen you enter the elevator.

Once he has you alone upstairs. He puts a hand on your side. "I know who you are. American Military ah?" He whispers, the hair on your body stands up. "Yes." He wraps a hand around your throat and Ghost lines up a shot. "I came here to warn you. They planned to attack tonight. I'm on your side, I want to join you." You plead with him.

John narrows his eyes, he's still sitting at a bar on the first floor. The radio is oddly silent. "Look now!" you plead, just as soon as Soap makes his way up the stairs, the man draws his weapon. Soap lets out a yell as the man shoots at him. "Falling back Captain!" Your radio goes off.

The man narrows his eyes at you. "Why should I trust you?" he asks. "She knew he was going to shoot and didn't tell me. We need to leave, regroup, and find a new plan." Soap says into the radio. "The hell?" John shakes his head. "I'll tell you anything you wanna hear." You breathe out. He nods his head. He grasps your wrist, dragging you along. "Is she working for him?" Soap asks. "Don't know. Whatever you do Ghost, do not lose sight of her." John says into the radio, attempting to make his way up the elevator but it was taking forever. "Yes sir."

"That cheeky little minx!" Ghost exclaims into the radio. "What? What's going on?"

"She's just roofied him!" He laughs. "What? How?" Soap asks. "She must've convinced him it was acid. Put it on her tongue and than swapped it to him." He laughs. "Gross, like... she kissed him?" Ghost rolls his eyes as soap says it. "Shit, he's pulling her into a room. Get to her now, I have no eyes." Ghost says frantically.

Price hears it and gives up on the elevator, trying to make his way up the stairs.

He pushes passed everyone, reaching the second floor where you were.

He opens the front door. Seeing there’s nothing but random stuff laying around the room. He quickly moves to look through the rooms, opening a door to a bathroom. The other must be the bedroom. He kicks it open.

The man is on top of you, he's delirious but he's pulling your dress up. You're trying to fight him off, but he's got your hands pinned with his knees. John pulls him off of you and he passes out as soon as he hits the floor.

"Y/N?" He asks. You look far more scared than he’s ever seen you. "Captain." You hug him quickly. "What happened darling? Are you hurt?" He pulls away, looking you up and down. "He.. He tried to.." John shakes his head. "Did he?" He asks. You shake your head. "It's alright. You did amazing Y/N." He breathes. Pulling you into his side. Soap pushes into the door, seeing the room is a little messy and the man is on the floor. "Why were you so adamant on 5 minutes?" Soap asks.

"She's a virgin." Ghost says, he's on the windowsill. He startles all of you. He'd used a tool to get across to the building. "What?" Soap asks.

He laughs. "You wouldn't notice at first glance. But around him she was a little awkward. Maybe a bad idea to throw her out there as bait." Ghost starts to tie up the man. "I had no idea." John says. You look at the ground, cheeks lighting up. "I... Yeah." John nods his head. "Come on, lets get him back to HQ."

—

"Hey." John says, tapping on your door that was already open just a crack. "Hey." You say back, turning toward the mirror. You were pulling all of the bobby pins from your hair. He closes your door behind himself.

He pulls his hat off, sitting down next to you on the edge of your cot. "I owe you an apology." He says, grasping your hand in his to get your attention. You turn to look at him, your eyes were stunning to him, complimented perfectly by the eyeshadow you had put on.

"I should not have sent you in there like that. I know how bad people like him could be to women and I didn't think about your well being. For that, I'm very sorry."

You smile, looking down. "I should have been up front. I should have told you I was uncomfortable. I let him intimidate me in there. I didn't like it at all." You look down at your free hand, the other pulling out the final bobby pin. You almost take Johns breath away when your hair falls out around your face, something he hadn't ever seen before. "I just.. you're kinda hard on me. I wanted to prove to you that I could handle it, but having him stare me down like he did. Touch me like that. Just made my skin crawl." You mumble.

He places his hand on your bare thigh. "I know love. I am a little rough on you, but I have to be. I want you to understand that if you let your guard down even just a little, you'll die. I care about you and I don't wanna see you hurt. Ever. If something happened to you, I'd never forgive myself." He sighs. "You really proved yourself today, you did great. And by the way, you're a great dancer." He smiles. "You had me fooled, ya did. I would've never guessed you were a virgin." Your cheeks heat up. You laugh.

"How the hell did you convince him to take the roofie ah?" You smile, looking down. "I'm very sneaky and manipulative, Captain. It was easy." He laughs. "Try it on me." he turns. "Okay." You look forward, taking a deep breath. "You know, this dress is a little tight." You spin around, pretending to be uncomfortable, moving closer to him. “You mind helping me?” You mumble. He thinks it’s bait, unraveling the back of it where it’s tied. Once he’s got it taken off, you pull it down slightly. Revealing your cleavage.

You turn to look at him. Staring into his eyes. You swallow hard feigning innocence.

You lean into him, pressing your lips to his.

He's got a tight grip on the blanket, and you keep his interest for quite some time. Even going as far to wrap your arms around his neck.

When you finally pull away, his eyes are closed and when he opens them again, you look at him, a smile on your face. "Okay. I don't see how that's manipulative in any way." He looks confused. You tilt your head. "Maybe not manipulative but sneaky.” You smirk. "Check your pockets."

He narrows his eyes, feeling around his pockets, but they're all empty.

He looks confused.

You bring your hand from behind your back, holding a cigar and a dog tag in your hand.

His eyes widen, a grin covering his lips. "You are a cheeky little thing aren't you?" He laughs. "That kiss even felt real." He laughs. Your smile falters a little bit. His eyes widening. "Oh, because it was, wasn't it?" He laughs. You blush at his teasing and turn away from him. He smiles, grasping your chin and pulling your face to look at him. "Look at me, lass.”

He presses his lips to yours again and you smile into his lips when you feel him reaching for his cigar. You push his hand away, sliding it into his pocket, not taking your lips away from his for even a second.

He starts to lean back and he pulls you with him, lifting your hips up so you could straddle him as he lays back on your bed. Your lips stay on his and he needs to stop you, but he can't. "Y/N, you gotta stop me sweetheart. I can't stop myself." He pants.

"I.. I don't want to stop you." You’re breathless. He pushes you back slightly and he stares into your eyes. They glimmer in the light from your small lamp and he needs to stop. Before he goes too far and gets you both into trouble.

In a way, he feels like he's taking advantage of you. But he can't stop himself. "Lay on your back." He mumbles. Once you do, he pushes himself between your legs. He leans down, kissing you again. This time with a little more desperation than the last. He pulls away, planting a kiss right onto your chin, than again on your neck. He trails them down, tugging your dress down along with him. Sucking love bites into your chest where your breasts were nearly exposed to him.

"Do you want me to stop?" He pulls away for a second, hands gripping the top of your dress. You shake your head. “No..” you whine.

He pulls the top down, revealing your breasts to him entirely. You suck in a sharp breath. How someone could go from hating you to touching you like this so quickly was beyond you.

He plants a kiss to your nipple, maintaining eye contact as he does so, parting his lips just slightly to run his tongue along it. Sucking it between his lips gently. A whimper falls from your lips, you start to squirm underneath him. His facial hair scratches your skin perfectly, creating a burn that feels so good, you couldn't quite describe it.

He moves to the other side, doing it once again to your other nipple until you're starting to whimper a little too loud. You were waiting in anticipation, wanting nothing more than to feel that burn between your legs from his facial hair. The thought alone making arousal pool between your legs. He kisses down your stomach, tongue running along your skin as he moves, lower and lower. He pushes your dress up and over your hips, fingers wrapping around your panties and pulling them off. Your dress bunches up over your stomach. Revealing you to him completely. He looks up at you again, eyes meeting yours. As he lowers himself into you, he keeps eye contact.

Licking the first stripe up your slit, swirling his tongue around your clit, having to hold back a grin when your eyes screw shut. Watching you fall apart beneath him. He's gentle, flicking his tongue against you, gripping your hands tight in his. He draws one of them back, gathering up the wetness from you and his saliva, pulling away for just a second to rub his finger up against your opening, gathering the wetness on his finger.

You whine out, bucking your hips into him. Clutching a handful of his hair.

He lines his finger up with your entrance, you take a deep breath as he slides it in.

You feel full immediately.

He flicks his tongue slow and steady over your clit, pumping his finger inside of you until he could get you wet enough to handle 2. Once he slides the second finger in, you practically melt beneath him.

You cover your mouth with both of your hands, trying so hard to stay quiet. He wants nothing more than to hear you call out for him. Moan his name. He’d put money on it that ‘John’ would roll perfectly off that sweet tongue of yours.

He starts to flick his tongue a little faster, sucking lightly on your clit when his tongue would get tired and you couldn’t help but buck your hips into him. He tries to hold you steady with his one hand, but you’re struggling. Moaning and whimpering but it’s muffled by your hand. Squirming and bucking your hips into him. At this point, he wonders if you’ve ever even been touched at all. He circles over your clit, the wet sounds he makes is lewd as it fills the room.

“John… I- I’m gonna cum.” You whimper. It’s so low it’s almost inaudible. He almost misses it. But he doesn’t, he pumps his fingers into you, scissoring them and curling them up into you, watching the way your body reacts so perfect to him, flicking his tongue against your clit. It’s so much for you, and finally.

Your hips buck into him, a whimper escapes you as you reach your climax. John keeps flicking his tongue and pumping his fingers to ride out your high until you close your thighs around his head, whimpering as you grasp his hand to keep him still. He smiles up at you, lips and beard glossy with your juices. Your face is flushed, you’ve got love bites all over you Mr skin, artwork. Your hair is a little messy now. He takes a deep breath, sitting up as he palms himself through his jeans.

“You taste fuckin sweet darling.”

Your cheeks burn.

It was intense, but you can’t help but want more.

“We’ll get you used to me. We’ll move slow, yeah?” He nibbles at his lip. You nod your head at him.

“Good girl.” He breathes. “Maybe we should wait to go any further-“ he goes to stand up. You reach out for his hand, stopping him. “Wait-“ You breathe. “I.. I want more.” You bite your lip. He looks confused. “Please-“

He sits down. “You.. you want me to-“ he freezes up. You sit up, taking the lead and pressing your lips to his. You move yourself on top of him, hearing him sigh into your lips. You pull away for just a second to unzip his pants, tugging his cock from his boxers and pulling them through the zipper in his pants. You line him up with your entrance, sinking down onto him. Between his saliva, your arousal, and his fingers stretching you out. You’re ready for him.

His fat tip parts your folds, you shake slightly. He’s big. Stretching you.

You slide down onto him, mewling out as he reaches depths nobody has ever before. Your thighs give out when he bottoms out. “Fuck!” He gasps. He looks between the both of you. Watching you raise yourself up and slide back down onto him. Starting to bounce your hips on him. Riding him.

He hisses out, lifting his shirt up and pulling it over his head. You soak the jeans that wrap around his shaft. Reaching down to unbutton them. You’re whining out. The soreness of losing your virginity has subsided. Now, you just rock into him. He reaches up, taking your nipples between his thumbs and pointer fingers, rolling them between his fingers. You cry out, tipping your head back. Rocking into him back and forth until you can feel something building in your stomach. “John-“ you mewl. Hearing his name come from you in such a filthy way has him desperate. “Can’t take it baby.” He groans. He forces you over, flipping you until he’s on top of you.

He’s rough, the cot creaks beneath you as he fucks you hard. Hips hammering into you as he approaches his high. He’s sweaty and horny. Desperate for his high. You’re tight around him, the sound of him sliding into you eggs him on further. He’s trying hard to keep himself from cumming so soon, but it’s been so long. You pull him into you, kissing him to silence the both of you. He keeps his steady pace, hard, deep thrusts. He pulls away to attack your neck with his mouth. Not caring if he leaves marks on you.

“I’m gonna cum baby.” He gasps.

You look up at him. Moaning out. “Me too.” You breathe. “Cum with me sweetheart.” He breathes. “Look at me.”

He keeps your eye contact, hips moving with yours.

When you reach your climax, feeling him twitch inside of you. It’s pure bliss. Something you’ve never felt.

Something you can already tell you’ll be desperate to feel again.

He whines when he cums, riding out his high and sliding out of you. Moving to lay next to you.

It’s silent aside from the both of you panting. Coming down from your highs.

It’s him who finally breaks the silence. “I’m sorry I’ve been such an ass to you.” He mumbles. “It’s alright.” You giggle. “It’s not. I’ll be nicer I swear.” He laughs. He trails his fingers over your bare stomach. “I hope this isn’t the only time I see you like this.” He mumbles.

“I was hoping for the same thing, Captain.”

[str4ngr]

𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 [ 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐙𝐀 ]

𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟖 | 𝗻𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗯𝗼𝗿 |

cw: suggestive, foul language, perverted behavior [from both reader and valeria], sexual tension, establish relationship, alcohol consumption, fem! reader

notes: this is my first time writing for a female character so very sorry if something does not make sense, just wanted to try it out so let me know if there is anything i can improve.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 like these don't come often, especially with women as attractive as you. valeria tapped her foot impatiently. her eyes stared at the silver numbers on your door, the numbers no longer present as components of her thoughts.

it was late, very late, nearing the beginning of the clocks morning, yet here she was, standing at your door.

she knew you weren't going to peak out from behind that door, rather, from the elevator only a meter away. just as the thought came, a familiar bell rang softly to her left. anticipation built in her stomach, he eyes flickering to stare to her left peripheral, her foot still as she waited for your body to come in view, listening to approaching clicks of your heels.

and there you were.

drop dead gorgeous, your skimpy black dress clinging to your thighs desperately, trying their damndest to not ride up your thighs. her eyes twitched, watching your hips sway as your sweet voice called for her, twisting with a tinge of alcohol,

"valeria?"

you sounded like a fucking angel on earth as your voice rang through her ear. she closed her eyes, ignoring the ache between her thighs as she slowly turned to face you,

"thanks for helping me out, cariño."

you two were friends, it was the least you could do, but god, she looked so fucking good sweaty, dirtied up by stains you didn't want to find the origin of. seriously, did you even want to let her use your shower?

you smiled bashfully, cheeks tinted with warmth at the moniker she used, consistently at that. your thighs rubbed together as you looked at her, eyes lingering on tattooed arms, musculature peaking through the fabric of her top.

she saw it. she enjoyed the way you fawned over her, how you acted all innocent as your knowing leaned your hips back closer to hers. she knew you weren't really fumbling with your lock, she knew your slutty little ass was just trying to grind on her. a villainous smirk climbed up her lips, her hand teasingly tracing up your thigh. your breath hitched in time, and it wasa sound she wished she oculd push to a greater level.

the door quickly clicked open, your cute, puffy lips apologizing for a non-existent problem, quickly letting her in. she moved in time with you, he foot between yours as she pressed her chest against your back, shutting the door behind her as she slid the lock into place. her head craned to set into the crook of your neck, her voice sublime as her lust, hands crawling past the hem of your tight dress,

"say, seems like we both need a shower, don't we? why don't you join me, mi muñeca?"

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i've always wanted to try and write for female characters, but i am not [unfortunately] attracted to women, so it's hard for me to infer but i'm going to assume the sexual tension and romance is the same[?].

translation

1. sweetheart 2. my doll

༒︎ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫; 2023 ༒︎

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"Trick or Treat" Valeria Garza x F!Reader

So uhm. VAL HAS MADE AN APPERANCE IN MY WRITTING!! Your welcome, I guess???

Warnings: SPICY FLIRTINGGGG, and maybe a lil more spicy stuff at the end too, so sue me, BAD EDITING, im tired. And uhm nothing else really. It's just some good ol' fluff with you and Mami Val. Female reader, im sorry im sorry-and it's short asf im sorry.

also, i might of misspelled a few words in Spanish. i wasn't using a translator bc im fluent but uhmm...sometimes i fuck up the spelling a few words, im sorry.

@seconds-on-the-clock @skauni @writing-with-moss and uhmmm yeah-

(okay before you read this can we talk abt how my name's Val-TvT)

Valeria called you into the bathroom of the house you shared with her. Yo were already ready, in your grim reaper costume, picked out by her of course because you were sorta of in a slump this Fall. You just couldn't come up with a cute costume idea like you did last year for you two! So Val searched up some costumes and picked out some cute ideas for you.

"Mi Vida, can you do the face paint for me, por favor?" you nodded and took up the brush she was holding out to you. You dipped it into the black paint and asked, "What do you want me to paint?" Valeria smiled and said, "Una calavera. A skull." and you sighed. "Really, Val? You can't wait until November?" "A skull." "...Fine." "Grasias, Mi Alma." "your welcome-" "In Spanish, please." "...De nada?"

Valeria sighed. "Maybe I should've taught you more spanish before moving you to Mexico," she said as she rested her hands on your hips. You giggled gently and finished up her face paint. "Your all done," you murmured softly as you set the brush down. "Muy bueno. Very good...your such a good artist, Mi Corazon." "Oh, Val, c'mon!"

"Ay, I'm being serious, Amor!" and you huffed, "Fine."

Trick or Treating had started and you, being the sweet thing you were, passed out candy. A few guys try to hit on you sure, but you had a feeling that they stopped the second Val started looking up from her phone. "Val. Babe, how come your on your phone so much?" Valeria smiled gently. "I'm trying to buy you a birthday gift-it's soon, no?" "Well, yes, but-" "No buts. Now-need help with that dulce?" and you swore you could've died happy right then and there. "Please. My feet are killing me."

Val took the basket and started passing out the candy while you sat down in the lawn chair she had been in-still warm. Huh...your eyes started to droop but you didn't fall asleep. You couldn't....okay, maybe just a small ten minuet nap....

Valeria looked over to you and sighed gently. She had made a "Take one" sign for a reason after all. She pulled out a small stool, set the bowl down and then the sign leaning against the bowl. She then picked you up, with surprising ease. Hmm...she'd have to feed you a little more, if you were still so easy to pick up.

She walked inside with you and laid you down on the bed, taking off your boots. You woke up as she did this and grumbled, "What the hell..?" "Buenos dias, Mi Luz." You smiled and giggled, "Morning, Val...did I really fall asleep?" "Just for twenty minuets or so. Not long." and you nodded as you rolled over onto your stomach. Your dress rolling and then clumping up around your hips, exposing your lacey black panties.

Valeria rolled her eyes, "You trying to turn me on, Mi Amor?" and you hummed in a questioning tone. "Sus chones...muy bonita." Valeria said, grabbing the waistband with a finger and then lifting it up and then letting it go, taking her finger back, realishing the slapping noise it made on your skin. She laughed softly at the whimper you gave because of it and pressed a soft kissed to the nape of your neck.

"Good to sleep, Mi Vida...I'll have breakfast ready for you in the morning...I'll also change you, if you want."3

"Valeria!" "Que? I'm just offering." "...fine but don't do anything." "I promise not to." "Good...Night, Babe." "Buenas Noches, Mi Amor."

[intolerable-sushi]

i have a beta prompt

Fem! Beta is in highschool and she is a bad bitch who is seductive,goth and sarcastic and isn't afraid of insult anyone who try to abuse or bully her for be a beta. but she is very oblivious and don't notice how she have some of students with the eyes on her as a potential mate/couple

Valeria couldn't help but bristle as she walked down the crowded hallway. Everyone was talking amongst themselves by their lockers or outside their respective class. No one was out right looking at her, but she could feel their eyes. If she was anyone else she could brush it off as paranoia, but considering her way of dress and her second gender, she knew people were looking.

Valeria dressed in all black every day without fail. At the moment she was wearing a calf length dress, and a corset around her waist. Her makeup was simple with black lipstick and eyeliner. Most people found her style odd, or a little disturbing if she choose to were any of her bone necklaces. Being a Beta didn't really help either, as betas were actually a rarity in this district, with most attending an all beta school on the other side of the town. So Valeria stuck out like a sore thumb.

But Valeria didn't really care for the opinion of her peers or anyone for that matter. She learned at young age that she had to stick up for not only herself, but her fellow Betas. Alphas and Omegas would look for any reason to mock or harass them anyway, so what did their sneers and whispers matter. She was doing just fine with her small circle of friends. It was her last year any way, so she wouldn't have to deal with the stares and whispers for much longer.

"Valeria!! Valeria, slow done!!" The sound of running feet echoed through the hallway as the feminine voice called after her. Valeria turned to see a young beta stopping in front of her panting. "Geeze, why do you walk so fast?! Class isn't for another 10 minutes, you need to relax, honestly!"

"Good morning to you too, Cassie" Valeria said with an amused smirk. Cassie was the complete opposite of Valeria in both style and personality. Young with a face full of freckles and a smile that has burned the eyes of any who gaze upon it to long, Cassie has been mistaken for a Omega many times. Her short stature and her playful clothes didn't help her either. The duck patterned dressed she had decided to wear that day told everyone that her personality was a near replica of Mabel Pines. Cassie was also a social butterfly, flittering to a fro, from one group to another getting all the latest gossip and learning all the details she could about her classmates. She would often rave to Valeria about whatever people talked about, whether that be about a new book someone was reading, or about the latest relationship drama that has captured the school's attention. Valeria honestly zoned out most of the time and just let the junior go on.

"Hey, are you listening to me?!"

Ah, she had zoned out again. Valeria refocused to see Cassie with her cheeks puffed out, as she did when she was annoyed.

"As I was saying, you are way to tense! Even with the scent blockers I could smell you from the other side of the hall. Their still serving breakfast we should go grab some." Cassie suggested as the two began walking towards the cafeteria.

"Sorry, I'm just- I'm kind of- UGH! I'm so tired of all the stares and whispers. Normally its fine, or whatever yaknow. But, ah- I don't know, its getting under my skin today." Valeria ranted. She couldn't help but glance at the other students that they passed. Something just felt off today, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

" I mean, I won't lie to you and say people don't talk. They do, but that's just how people are. Also they actually aren't saying anything bad. No one really knows how to approach you so they talk amongst themselves," Cassie explained as she patted Valeria on the back, " I have some folks I want to introduce you to, you'll love them I promise. It'll help clear a lot of this up." Valeria looked at Cassie with a raised eyebrow. That's probably why everyone was acting off. Most of the folks here can't hide a secret to save their life, their scents give them away almost immediately. Valeria guessed that Cassie's little planned had spread throughout the school and everyone was waiting with baited breathe to see her reaction. Valeria could feel a headache coming on as she began to regret getting up that morning.

"It'll be fine I promise!!" Cassie almost squealed as she dragged Valeria into the cafeteria. Cassie stopped as they passed the doors and scanned the area before she continued to drag Valeria over to a table full of people.

As they sat down Valeria recognized the people at the table. Callum and Jacob, two alphas, and Bella and Amy, two Omegas. Callum was a tall even for an Alpha, but was a bit scrawny. He was quiet and hunched over to make himself smaller. It made sense since he often looked angry when he's actually nervous. Valeria had a class with him last year, and once the two had gotten comfortable Callum was nice enough, so she didn't really mind his presence.

Jacob was the poster child for what people believe an Alpha should be. He was tall, buff, and loud. From the few conversations Valeria has had with him, he mainly just talked about sports. He wasn't rude, just not the type person she would spend her time with.

Amy had a personality similar to Cassie. A social butterfly who talked to anyone and everyone making her very popular. She was a bit tall for an Omega and very toned from being in the cheerleading squad. She was also very assertive when it comes to something she wanted, but she was overall very kind from what Valeria has heard.

Valeria didn't know much about Bella as she was a junior like Cassie. She was quiet, quieter than Callum. Even as Valeria sat down she could see the young girl shrink further into her hoodie. She appeared rather nervous to be around Valeria. She felt a little bad for scaring the poor girl.

"Good morning, guys!!!" Cassie chirped as Valeria mumbled a good morning. A chorus of good mornings rang out from around the table before Cassie, Amy and Jacob began to talk amongst themselves.

"Hello, Valeria. It's nice to see you again." said Callum, giving Valeria a small smile.

Valeria gave a polite smile in return. " Hello Callum, how have you been?"

Callum shrugged in response. "I've been alright. Not much going on. I actually wanted to ask if y-"

"Valeria!! We're heading to the park after school today. Why don't you join us? We can even grab a bite to eat after." Amy interrupts. She looks up at Valeria with puppy dog eyes. Valeria's nose began to burn as Amy's scent began to invade her nostrils. It was sweet like poppy flowers and perfume.

Valeria turned her head, " Thanks, but no thanks. I've gotta sign up for tutoring today, and I'll be busy after school in the next few weeks."

Amy seemed to deflate at that. Her scent dulled a little and some of the sweetness disappeared. Valeria couldn't help but be puzzled by Amy's change in scent, was she that upset?

"Aw come on, Val," Valeria nose scrunched at the nickname, "you barely hang out with anyone outside of school. Live a little!" Jacob said as he leaned forward with a smirk. Valeria could feel a snarl building up in the back or her throat. Of course he assumed she didn't hang out with anyone, typical Alpha.

" I DO hang out with people outside of school. I just don't hang out with you. Is that why you assume I'm just some friendless loser? That this was some olive branch to the Beta freak? I should have known." Valeria sneered.

Jacob's face fell, " No, wait, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that-"

"Save it. I'm heading to class." Valeria got up, sling her bag over her shoulder before stalking out of the Cafeteria.

The group watched Valeria leave in silence. "Nice going Jacob." Amy hissed as he put his face in his hands.

"Hey, come on guys. Valeria is just a bit high strung. I'll talk to her later. It just takes time for her to warm up to people." Cassie said trying to calm down the distraught group.

"Does she really hate us that much?" Bella finally spoke up, eyes on the brink of tears.

Cassie let out a sigh as she rubbed her hands together, "She doesn't hate you. She just has a hard time trusting Alphas and Omegas. There are a lot of people who haven't really been kind to her, or any of us really. So she has a lot of walls up, and she's pretty protective." Cassie explained.

The group let out a collective sigh. The atmosphere became tense with Valeria's departure as Callum and Amy quietly seethed at Jacob. The group weren't really friends with each other, and were only together for one reason and one reason only; to gain Valeria's attention and affections. They couldn't really do it alone, as Valeria would politely rebuff them. Cassie, being the romantic that she was, offered to help them get into Valeria's good graces and then back off from there. So, really they were all in competition with each other, and it was a waiting game to see if Valeria would reciprocate any of there feelings.

[yourstrulylve]

Snow on the Beach - Montague x OC

Chap. 5 [Something happens and I'm head over heels]

— a/n: I took my GOOD TIME with this, Istg this one really has montague in it, hope ya'll love it!! (pls)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Head over heels - Tears for fears 2:16 ────⚬─── 4:17 ⇆   ◃◃   ıı   ▹▹   ↻

3 years later..

December 3rd, 2024

It's been decades! I'm just kidding, it's been exactly 3 years since I first met Drift, he and I have become really good friends ever since. I’d love to say best friends, but if my dad finds out I wouldn't be able to say so again. I usually hang out with him from time to time after school, well, him and my two best friends, Lorenzo and David. 

Today was an exception though, as my dad told me to get to the agency as soon as I got out of school, he said he had a surprise for me and that I’d like it a lot. I was still confused as to why a surprise if we are just on the 3rd of december? But anywho.

I did as he said and went to the agency as soon as the bell rang. On my way home in Lorenzo's brother’s car my dad told me to get to the meeting room upstairs as the surprise would be waiting for me there. Weird as well, as usually he doesn’t let me in the meeting room, but I had no word for this so I just agreed.

 As I waved goodbye to Lorenzo and his big brother I spotted some cars outside my house which was very weird as I don't recall my dad having those cars, not that I know of. 

I went into the agency and ran up the stairs to hurry myself into the meeting room and as I got closer I threw my bag to the floor and fixed my school jacket and hair before I went right into the meeting room. 

Inside the meeting room was a big long table with a lot of chairs, five of them already taken. My dad was in the middle of the table, as always. And on his left and right sat four new people I’ve never really seen in the agency. I wanted to take a good look at them but as soon as I threw myself in the meeting room my dad told me to sit down. I sat in a free chair beside him and besides some red haired, good looking lady. I looked at my dad sheepishly as he just grinned at me and begun his speech, 

⎯ “Well hello everyone, again. I reunited all of you here as I wanted to give a warm welcome to all of you and also present someone very dear to me and the agency.” My dad then looked at me and I smiled nervously at all of the people in the room. “This is my daughter Lana, Lana, this is the society, a new associate of the agency and also your surprise.” He finished off with a big smirk while looking at me. I just stared at him confused and stayed quiet the rest of the meeting, everyone introduced themselves and then left for a tour around the agency.

From what I recall hearing, the pretty red haired lady beside me is called Valeria, she owns reckless railways and she is pretty chill from the way she spoke and moved. Then besides her went Nisha, she owns Fencing fields, she seemed rough but also very cool, she did have a strong indian accent and looks as well but it made her look prettier to me. Then came Oscar, no words for him. A big chunky tiger wearing a suit, he owned Lavish lair. That's it. And then, the best for the end, Came Montague, He. Was. Hot. 

Tall, handsome features, heterochromia, a scar in his left eye, fashionable, well-cut hair with a white slice of it, beautiful eyes. He wore this gorgeous long coat with black dress shirt and pants and a diamond around his neck. All of him was perfect, he was a piece of cake I longed to eat. God how I wish he were my age. But sadly he isn't. Anyways, He owns the Grand glacier and to what I heard is the leader of this society. Did I also mention that he’s handsome? Well, maybe I should stop. 

After my little daydreaming session in the empty meeting room I ran to where the group was and followed along until the end. Turns out, Oscar and Montague will be staying here permanently like older agents I met first. On the other side, Valeria and Nisha will be staying at their respective businesses to live, still they will all be here present for future meetings and missions. Cool I thought, until both Valeria and Nisha left and my dad assigned Montague and Oscar their rooms. Oscar’s room was downstairs, next to brutus’ room and Montague’s room was Next. To. Mine. I went crazy in my mind. What do you mean I'll be living with a work of art? And he’s next to me? O.M.G.

We all went to our rooms as dinner was soon to be served and, to be honest, it was the first time I've ever gotten ready to actually go downstairs, have dinner and come back to my room. I did my hair, put on something cute and went bursting downstairs as soon as I heard plates being placed down. I usually was the last one to go downstairs as my dad always had to call me two or three times when my food was getting cold, but today was different, I was one of the first along my dad and Meowscles which really did caught them off guard.

⎯ “What are ya’ doing here Lannyloo? It's early as heck, food hasn’t even been served yet.” He looked at me confused, I just smiled. ⎯ “Well, I wanted to be early today!” I said as I sat on the lounge’s couch with skie, who quickly turned off what she was doing to turn her attention to me. Midas just looked at me stunt and went back to talking to Meowscles as he was doing before. 

⎯ “You seem suspicious, what are you planning, Lana?” Said skie as she grinned. 

I simply laughed her off ⎯ “Well.. how do I put this.. There’s this new guy, you’ll see him when he comes to dinner, he's like SO HOT! And like.. I don't know.. Maybe it's love at first sight?” I said as I laid my head on her lap.

⎯ “Mh mh mh- you are not! Love at first sight is shit. Lana, what you are is called being crazily Head over heels, you saw him what? Two hours and you're dead for him! Now, look at you young lady!” She said and took me bridal style and walked to the dinning table where the food was already being set down. Skie put me down and I ran to my usual spot which was next to my dad, as always he sat on the head of the table, and beside me were two free seats, after the two free seats came Peely, at the other head of the table sat Brutus, then next to him at the corner sat TnTina, Next to Tina went Skie and finally, next to my dad sat Meowscles. 

When the food was done being served the two new guests came out of their rooms. Oscar sat next to Peely and Montague sat next to me. I was slowly descending into madness, if it wasn’t because my dad pinched me with his fork and told me to eat I would’ve stayed still till the end of dinner. I ate like, super fast, and then waited for the rest to finish, aka, just my dad. When he finished he looked at me and rolled his eyes signaling that I could leave already. And I did, I ran upstairs and felt the piercing look of Montague in me, and how’d I know it was him? Well because I always did that, leaving first at the table wasn’t new and nobody really cared, except him. Or it could’ve been just Oscar and I was really descending into madness. 

I went into my room and closed the door wishing it really was him, but anyways. I started to get ready to go to sleep, I put on a tank top and shorts, brushed my hair as I looked out of my room’s window. Some years ago I asked my dad to make a balcony so I could wind down and he did. It had a clear view of the ocean at night, it was beautiful, you could hear the waves crash and the faint sound of the water moving was so relaxing. I loved going out there to read or just stare at the moon and the stars and tonight was no exception. I went out, freezing a little from my little clothing but brushed it off. I sat on one of the chairs I used to watch the stars and looked up, zoning out as soon as my eyes hit the shiny moon. 

⎯ “God.. If you hate me just tell me! Why is it so hard to send someone who’s near my age and not some old handsome boy like him! Lord.. Why is love so.. Complicated..” I said to the moon. “What can I do for Montague to notice.. Me?”

As soon as I finished the sentence, a big wave crashed on the shore. It took me off guard so I moved my focus on the moon and focused on my surroundings, and for once, noticing Him.

⎯ “Well the first thing you should do is speak to him, don't you think?” Said Montague, standing in the middle of the dark night, the only light being the shine of the moon that was hitting his face just perfectly. He stood there in what I suppose was his bedroom door that led to my balcony. 

⎯ “What- What are you doing here?!” I whisperedly-screamed. ⎯ “Well this is my balcony, I suppose just looking around my room?” Said Montague, I scoffed at him and quickly answered 

⎯  “No this is my- you know what- forget it.. They’re probably connected or something..” I said looking away. 

⎯ “Well well, Lana. Tell me more about you, you seem very interested in me and I do as well.. You do a lot I see too..” He said looking at me whilist smirking, god BLESS he was handsome. Even at night his features looked just right in the moonlight, I couldn’t help it, I was STARING right into him. 

⎯ “Ah well uh I- Uhm..”

And so it went for the rest of the night. 

Hours later.. 

⎯ “And that's how i met him, i know it's cliche and all but it's just the way it is.. I mean i fucking love him! But maybe my dad is right and I'm just too young for him and-” I sighed, it had been hours since montague and I started speaking and I think I knew just enough of him to like him more and more each time. 

I told him about school, about how I never met my dad until I turned five, I even told him about Drift! 

⎯ “Well, Lana. I think you should just decide yourself, yes the age gap is tough but maybe you are just.. Confused! That's the word. You are sixteen Lana, enjoy it!” Said montague who was now beside me, apparently he knew how to jump very high and managed to pass to my balcony to speak better. God he just kept getting better and better. ⎯ “Well, I decide that im tired and want to go to sleep. No but seriously I am.. Same time tomorrow?” I said smiling and standing from the couch that was outside on the balcony. 

⎯ “Sure, Goodnight Lana” 

⎯ “Goodnight, Montague..” I turned around and then got in my room and closed the door and curtains. As soon as I did I threw myself in the bed and screamed to the pillow.

⎯ “OH MY GOOOOOOOOODD!!!” I squeaked and squealed in my bed until I finally went to sleep.

a/n: Okay okay, this was longer than I imagined, PLEEEEEEASE just lieave a like, maybe read the whole story? support me? pretty please? AAHH!! 💞😁

[baby-pink-flowers]

But I'm A Medic

Synopsis: Maria Diaz joins the army and is roomies with a Certain someone

Btw I DO NOT SUPPORT THE MILITARY. I just think valeria is pretty. I know nothing about the military and I not fluent in spanish

A/n: Maria Diaz is one of many my self-inserts

Chapter 1: Hey Roomies

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I walk into the room that was assigned to me and someone else, I was informed that the ladys had to be bunked together because there is not enough room for all of us.

Putting my stuff one the floor, I see a women with short, black hair, sitting on the bottom bunk, reading a book, she was wearing a pink, flowy dress.

" Hola, Yo soy Maria" I say walking up to her

" Yo soy Valeria" she says, eyes not moving the book to look at me

" Un gusto conocerte, Valeria" I reply, smile on my face

Valeria closes the book with a loud *Slap*, making me jump a bit

" Sorry, didn't mean to scare you" she sounds half serious, half sarcastic. I couldn't tell

" It's fine Val, We should go get our uniforms"

"Don't call my that"

Valeria then stands up, she is really tall, about 5'8. I move out of her way, my face warming up. I follow behind her, I don't know where to go, but she does, I think. We get in line, it only toke 4 hours, but it felt like days.

"¿Nombre?" The older lady says, still looking at the paper attached to the clipboard.

" Maria Diaz"

The lady than hands me my uniform. It's really heavy in my arms. I hold the uniform to my chest.

"Gracias, señora"

"De nada, Cariño"

I turn and walk back my shared room. Valeria should be there already since she went before me to get her uniform. When I get to rhe room, the door is closed, but I open the door and when I do I see Valeria, back turn to me, only wearing a cream colored tanktop with lace at the bottom of the shirt and little pink underwear, in front of the bunk bed.

I quickly step into to room and shut the door. My eyes are wide, looking at Valerie, my face turning several shades of red. " La próxima vez, llama a la puerta" Valeria says in a flat tone but yet still sounds mad.

"Sorry Val, I will next time"

"Don't call me that"

I go and set my uniform on my suitcase. " Valeria, I'll be right back I need to find someone" I say, not wanting her to worry about me. Valeria turns her head towards me and says " You better hurry, we have to go to sleep in a hour". I quickly walk out the room and look for my friend. I walk into the main area of the building, and I see him. "Alejandro!" I say run up to him and practically tackle him. "Maria, it's so good to see you" he says as he turns to the guy he was talking to. "Rodolfo, this is Maria, a long time friend of mine, Maria , this is my roommate, Rodolfo" Alejandro say, me and Rudy shake hands.

"Encantado de conocerte, Rudy" I say cheerfully

"tú también"

"I'll see you two tomorrow"

They both say goodbye to me and we go our separate ways, I go back to my room, and slowly and quietly open the door. I walk in and see Valeria sleeping on the bottom bunk, she looks so peaceful and... beautiful. I put on my sleeping clothes, climb into the top bunk and, and go to sleep.

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This is gonna be a series

Hope yall like it

[fosteredasis]

Mrs. Dimitrescu?

Alcina is paid a visit by a business partner.

Alcina sighed, she’s been dreading this meeting all week. Having to meet with other wineries never disturbed her much but this particular distributor truly irked her nerves. He was a wealthy man from Madrid, he ran many successful vineyards throughout Spain and had contacted Alcina roughly a month ago in hopes to sell a few picks of her famous selection at his establishment. Alcina hesitantly agreed to this collaboration. She usually tried to avoid doing business with men, especially if they had no affiliation to her or the village. She only ever offered the help of her business to local men but even that was pushing her boundaries, consisting mainly of: the generous butcher, kind schoolteacher, and old florist that Alcina maintained contact with. She had met this man once before and disliked him from the start. It was while she was attending a wine tasting in Argentina, she could tell he was full of himself from his body language alone. He flirted with every woman within a 5-mile radius, no doubt believing his was an irresistible catch. Just thinking about the man made Alcina exhausted. She couldn’t wait to get the entire ordeal over with already.

It wasn’t long until she heard the wine connoisseur arrive to her home, an abrupt knock at the door and giggling of a group of maidens near the main corridor was evidence enough. Alcina rolled her eyes and took one last puff of her cigarette before smushing it the bud down into a nearby ashtray.

He better not try and take one of those girls with him as he departs.

She tried to calm her ever-growing irritation; despite her obvious distaste for the man, she still prided herself on being a good businesswoman. A knock at door to the study allowed her one last change to mentally prepare herself for the company she was about to endure.

“Lady Dimitrescu, Mr. De Santos is here to see you.”

Ah, so that was his name. I guess it doesn’t exactly matter that I couldn’t recall it, I definitely don’t plan on making the mistake of allowing his presence back at my castle again.

“You may enter.”

The door opened to reveal Valeria, a young maid that worked at the castle for about a year now. She was a sweet girl…maybe a little too sweet for her own good if you asked Alcina. The young maiden and Daniela quickly became friends since the girl’s employment and the two often spent a significant amount of time together these days. Her skin was a beautiful shade of sienna brown with her eyes being just a few shades lighter. Her work attire consisted of a white dress that went over her knees, it had a collar like most of the maid’s dresses. She paired her’s with a black apron as well as black mary jane loafers. Short white socks and small pearl earrings were her accessories of the day. Her long, black braid met the middle of her back.

Alcina had a loose dress code amongst her staff and enjoyed seeing them create their own versions of the various uniforms offered. Behind Valeria, Mr. De Santos walked in wearing a deep blue suit with a gold handkerchief in his chest pocket. A luxurious gold watch decorated his wrist and he wore an assortment of gold rings. His dark hair was slicked back, and his mustache was perfectly curled at the ends. He couldn’t have been more than forty years old Alcina decided. He wasn’t bad looking...for a man anyways.

“Thank you so much for graciously leading the way amor.”

Mr. De Santos made quite the show out of thanking Valeria for leading him to Alcina’s study as he bent down to placed a kiss onto the young woman’s hand. He was flirt and Valeria was falling under his spell. She blushed profusely at his antics.

“It-it was really no problem at all.”

She stammered, charmed by such a cliché act.

 “You are dismissed Valeria.”

Alcina’s words snapped the girl out of her trance, and she flashed the countess a quick look of embarrassment before seeing her way out.

“Yes m’lady.”

 Mr. De Santos winked at the woman before she disappeared behind the door. It took all of Alcina’s willpower not to roll her eyes in front of him.

No, please continue to flirt with my staff while you blatantly ignore me. Such great etiquette you have.

The man finally turned his attention to Alcina and flashed her a cheeky smile. The kind that would definitely cause any other woman to swoon, but the countess wasn’t exactly his targeted audience.

For Christ’s sake! This man is so full of himself.

“Madam Dimitrescu! How wonderful it is to have you as company again!”

The man declared as he reached to give her the same gesture he gave Valeria just moments ago. Alcina struggled to hide her disgust as she kept her hands out of his reach. Obviously not used to having women reject his advances, Mr. De Santos was at a lost for words by Alcina’s dismissive behavior. He made a fast recovery as he pulled a cigar from his coat. He lit it with ease as he smoothly exhaled a perfect ring.

“Such a beautiful estate you have here, I can see many perks come with the title you carry. Being surrounded by such lovely women in a luxurious castle truly sounds like a man’s dream come true.”

He didn’t meet her eyes when he spoke, instead choosing to survey her study. Taking in the perfectly furnished surroundings. She chose not to honor his obnoxious banter with a response.

“Shall we begin discussing business then?”

He asked with a look of boredom, it seemed as if he finally realized that this was a meeting that actually required work instead of one that would consume his time with romantic endeavors.

“Yes, I would like to discuss selection and pricing. Have a seat Mr. De Santos.”

Alcina gestured to the chair directly across the one she took a seat in.

“Please, call me Andres.”

The meeting was going just as Alcina expected, atrociously. Andres was the textbook definition of misogynic. He constantly spoke over her, undermined her knowledge of wine; and to top it off, was trying to scam her. He claimed that it would benefit her to cut him a deal on her finest selection of the season since she would be earning twice as much from the exposure she would gain from her wine being sold at his vineyard. If this interaction would have happened about a decade earlier, Alcina would have wasted no time slicing this bastard in half but she had made an honest effort on bettering herself recently. She typically resisted from committing acts of violence in front of her daughters, staff, and locals. There was one woman in particular that had never seen her behave in such a state and Alcina did everything in her power to maintain that good image.

She never wanted Claudia to fear her. She knows that’s a heartbreak she won’t be able to handle. It was quite embarrassing how often Alcina thought of the woman. She couldn’t help it, she was her safe place. As she listened to Andres ramble on about how “knowledgeable” he was when it came to running a vineyard, her mind drifted to Claudia.

God, she wishes she were here now instead of this…manthing. To see her smile, hear her laugh. She swears she can still smell her perfume in the room. It was as if her presence lingered wherever Alcina went, yearning for her once more until she returned to her. A knock at the door thankfully interrupted Andres mid-sentence,

“…Spain offers the best opportunities around for...”

It was as if her prayers had been answered. There’s only one person in the castle who enters a room the Lady is occupying without being instructed to…

Claudia

Alcina’s eyes were glued to her as soon as she opened the door. She had on a pair of dark-green flared jeans along with a cream-colored cami. A sand-colored cardigan hung loose around her shoulders with wedges to match. Her hair was free from her usually updo, curls swung with her and she turned to face the tense business partners. She smiled at Alcina before speaking,

Now that’s a real smile

“I’m sorry, I hope I’m not interrupting. I was made aware that the wine you requested never made it up, Mikayla must-of got her duties confused with Harley’s again. I figured it was just easier if I brought it up myself.”

Despite her words being directed towards Alcina, Andres took the liberty of responding before she got the chance.

“Please don’t apologize, how kind of you to do such a thing.”

He jumped up to take the wine out of Claudia’s hands, making sure to linger his on top of hers.

“Here, let me take that from you.”

Alcina glared his direction, anger beginning to boil within her.

He wouldn’t dare…

“Why thank you.”

Claudia returned as she made her way to the small bar that habited in Alcina’s office, grabbing two wine glasses from the cupboard.

“Would I get the pleasure of knowing the name of the gorgeous woman that so kindly brought me a beverage?”

I’m going to kill him

Claudia made her way over to the pair with the glasses in hand, taking the wine back from the man to serve them. He again took advantage of the opportunity to touch her, his index finger softly sliding up the skin of her arm. He looked at her with hunger, and Alcina was absolutely seething. Her nostrils flared and she tightly gripped the arms of her chair. Fabric tearing under the relentless grasp. How dare he touch what’s not his…well

I guess she isn’t exactly mine either.

Alcina sinked into her chair at the realization, one she was painfully reminded of often but tried her best to ignore.

Claudia wasn’t hers.

It didn’t matter how much her heart ached for the woman; she didn’t belong to her. Alcina tried her best not to openly pout at the interaction unfolding in front of her. All she could do was watch as the woman she was in love with interacted with a man she despised. She felt so powerless. She couldn’t decide if the feeling angered or saddened her. Claudia however, seemed unfazed; in fact, she looked as if her mind was occupied elsewhere. Before Alcina had the chance to question what was on her mind Claudia locked eyes with her…and smirked.

The woman maintained eye contact with Alcina as she poured the man’s wine, responding with,

“Now now, don’t get too ahead of yourself mister. You’re talking to a married woman.”

De Santos was completely baffled by her statement and frankly so was Alcina. The man however had a terrible poker face.

“You’re married! But to whom?”

He asked with skepticism as he made a poor attempt at hiding his visual search of trying to locate a ring on her finger.

“Why to the Lady of the house of course! I’m Claudia Dimitrescu.”

She offered her hand to the man to shake as she winked at Alcina.

Claudia…Dimitrescu

The sound of the name mixed with the look she was receiving, Alcina felt her stomach start to build up with a familiar heat.

I want to make that her reality more than anything. To claim her with my name.

Mr. De Santos wore an expression of pure horror. Completely bewildered by the predicament he’s found himself in. Trying desperately to dig himself free of the embarrassment.

“I-I am so unbelievable sorry. If I ever thought for a second that…”

The man’s frantic apologizes fell on deaf ears as Claudia sauntered over to where Alcina sat, maintaining that locked gaze between them. She slowly bent down and smoothly took ahold of Alcina’s cheek, bringing her face close to meet her own. She whispered in her ear loud enough for the man across them to hear.

“Don’t keep me waiting long dearest.”

She placed a lingering kiss onto her cheek. She was dangerously close to her lips and caught the corner of them before pulling away.

She…she…

Alcina’s brain could not function properly in that moment. No matter how hard she tried, she simply couldn’t form a complete thought. Her face tingled deliciously. Her body was left craving more. Alcina has never blushed so deeply in her life.

That’s how Claudia left the pair, a blushing mess.

It’s safe to say that wine was not sold that day.

I hope ya'll enjoy! I apologize if its shitty, I had no time to proof read.

Goodnight <3

[talesgolden]

Character Outline

tagged: stole it from myself (again) ! tagging: i support theft, this time largely because I don’t know who has/hasn’t done this one

ORIGINS & FAMILY

Full Name: Agnieszka (Агнешка)

Date of Birth: This is a mystery, really. She appeared some time in the winter when her sister was 11 years old (neither one of them knows what day or even what month it was, only that there was snow outside.)

Age: First appeared around 9 or 10 years old when she formed, she aged at a steady rate after that and currently resembles someone about 19 or 20 years old: there is implication that after she and her siblings consumed the old god they replaced him, and are now immortal. Their ages are mostly measured relative to each other.

Social Class: Main (Descendants) verse she was born into poverty, viewed as a criminal with no rights from birth, and has honestly only barely stepped up from this. In other verses it....doesn’t really come into play?

Parents: The Chernabog ( “The Black God”, a malevolent, demon-like being)

Siblings: oldest to youngest -> Hella, Konstantin, Freyja, Gonzo, Alexei, Yana, Katja, Valeria, (Ag goes here, sort of), Flea

PHYSICAL & APPEARANCE

Height:  5′8″ generally; it fluctuates a little, but only within a couple of inches

Weight: Average, if a little slight.

Distinguishing Features: Her spooky reflective eyes are probably up there.

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Black

What do they consider their best feature?: Very low key don’t worry about it she kind of hates having a body at all. She would be happier as a shadow if not for the fact that she can’t physically interact with anyone when she’s like that.

Style of dress/typical outfit(s): “Grunge fairycore” is apparently a thing. I have a pinterest link to save you from me trying to talk about it though, (Boop.) If I was going to describe it though I’d say “You know that very specific genre of fairy that used to appear on stuff in hot topic, who was very obviously a fairy but wore striped tights/fingerless gloves?” Because that. That’s it, basically. Also lots of sweaterpaws. Anyway.

Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: A few bits and baubles. Nothing that’s like, especially sentimental, but necklaces and bracelets. Probably not rings. She wears hair pins and decorations too. Glitter good. No tattoos, no piercings.

Do they work out/exercise?: Nope. Couldn’t pay her to.

BELIEF & INTELLECT

Level of Self Esteem: .........

Known Languages: Technically she could speak any language. Mainly she utilizes English and Russian.

Gifts/Talents: “I can lick my elbow!”

How do they deal with stress?: This. Depends on the stressor but she is very defensive as a general statement, especially when it comes to her & her siblings physical well-being. In the sense of “threat” as a stressor, she will kill if she perceives it that way.

What do they do when upset?: She will turn to her siblings for reassurance/comfort/protection, etc. It’s really best to remember, when potentially upsetting her, she never strays too for from her sister Katja at the very least, and the rest probably aren’t far off either.

Do they believe in happy endings?: ..n....no? I don’t know, have a ??????

How do they feel about asking for help?: It like............ doesn’t even? Register as having a “feeling” like. It’s just a thing you do or don’t do, what do you mean how does she feel about it?

Optimist or Pessimist: ¿ ? ? ¿ ¿ ? ¿ ?

Extrovert or Introvert: So. Technically other people literally fuel her (she feeds off of emotions.) But in terms of her social habits, she’s an introvert with a stellar mask. Whenever she’s surrounded by people she’s constantly aware of everyone’s moods, and how genuine they are, whether she’s looking to feed off them or not, it’s just a sense she has, that she can’t turn off, so that gets overwhelming. You will never know she’s sick of being around people but she does, in fact, get very sick of being around other people. Not even her siblings are exempt, though that’s just because they’re siblings and they bug each other (except Flea. She’s never annoyed by Flea.) I don’t think she can sense her siblings’ emotions in that power sense.

Leader or Follower: Follower. Kat’s in charge.

Makes decisions based mostly on emotions, or on logic?: Emotions.

Spontaneous or Planner: Spontaneous. She almost never has an agenda, she’s genuinely just around. 

Thinker or Doer: I have tripped on this question every time I get to it. What do you mean thinker or doer everyone does both!!!!!!!

Organized or Messy: Messy messy messy baby sister. Will get angry if you try to move things around. That’s her pile of cloths why are you messing with it????

Worrier or Carefree: Worrier. Literally she was born from a necessity to self-defend.

Artistic?: Uhhhhhh. I don’t know and neither does she.

Mathematical?: What the hell does she need math for? (No)

SEX & INTIMACY

Current marital/relationship/sexual status: Single

Sexual orientation (is it something they question or a secret): ?????

Views on sex (one night stands, promiscuity, etc): Uninterested in sex (at this time)

Ever been in love?: Not romantically, but she loves her siblings so so so much

Do they fall in love easily?:  No.

Do they desire marriage and/or children in their future?: No, but like. She’s been here ten years and is looking at potentially living for the rest of literal forever. She might change her mind somewhere in the ether of forever, for now just give her some more time to figure out wtf this whole living thing is about.

Thoughts on public displays of affection?: Literally would not notice other people doing these things. Still uninterested.

How do they show affection/love to their partner?: Still uninterested.

RELATIONSHIPS

Social Habits (popular, loner, some close friends, makes friends and then quickly drops them): She’s that person who like. When you see her in social settings she seems like someone very popular and surrounded by people and she bounces around and wow everyone must adore her!!! And then she goes home and oh my god the relief. No one will hear literally anything from her until the next outing and then!! Rinse and repeat. Her only close friends are her siblings and Allie because Allie somehow got tangled into this mess.

How do they treat others (politely, rudely, keep at distance, etc)?: If they aren’t family they are all at an arms distance at least, even if it doesn’t seem like it. She redirects attention a lot and actually low key will stir up stuff between other people to get attention off of herself. She’s good at being like..... she seems sweet while she’s sowing chaos. The exception to this (beside her family) is young children. She’s very warm and genuine with young children, and exceptionally protective of them in every scenario.

Argue or avoid conflict?: Avoid avoid avoid. Look over there!!! And while you were looking the other way she just. Melted into the ground. Gone. No thank you.

SECRETS

Dreams: She has not gotten so far as to have dreams, exactly. There’s like...a vague concept of doing things that sound fun or interesting, though.

Greatest Fears: Oh. Oh no, no no, that’s ok. We don’t have to talk about it!

Biggest Regret:

What they most want to change about their current life?: What could you even pinpoint to change that wouldn’t shuffle everything? How do you change the bad parts without...........cutting out the part where she exists.

LIKES & DISLIKES

Hobbies: All I have for now is the way she likes to kind of... poke people. Make them react to her or to each other (she’s a bit of a shit starter.) I know this is a weak spot, it’ll develop more as she gets to do more and I get to explore her opposite people more.

Indoors or Outdoors?: Mixed feelings about both honestly

Favorite Color: Pink! or maybe purple?!

Favorite Smell: I’m getting this vibe like maybe ... drier sheets in the sense of clothes-out-of-the-drier. And the more Smell you can give it the better so those things that are like, scent-boosters or whatever? She’d lose her mind over those.

Favorite and least favorite food: I’m not sure you can make her pick but things like cake and sweets are her favorite; bitter foods are her least favorites. Those foods that are like, sweet and bitter at the same time confuse her.

Coffee or Tea?: Ew. Coffee becomes tolerable when it’s a iced and has just a horrific amount of sugar and creamer and etc. in it to make it sweet and cute and pretty colors!!!!!

Favorite type of weather: Warm. Doesn’t matter of clear or rainy or foggy or windy, as long as it’s warm. She’s always cold.

Favorite form of entertainment: She....... she thinks watching people argue is funny. Also she tends to poke and prod her sister Valeria to irritation for her own amusement ;dlskjg;dlkgj. When it comes to like, digital entertainment, she like hyper saturated kids content and dark bloody horror movies and exactly nothing in between.

How do they feel about traveling?: As long as Kat (and her other siblings, but honestly mostly it’s about Kat) is with her, location literally makes no difference to her. A “home” is the same as any other place.

What sort of gifts do they like?: Edible. Buy her sweets and cutesy drinks. Oh also things like fleece blankets, soft sweaters, frilly coats. Warm things and sweet things, spoil her like you would a little girl (it’s what she deserves ♥)

DRUGS & ALCOHOL

Thoughts on drugs and alcohol: Fun!!!!!! I think probably the like. They probably effect her differently than they do mortals? Or at the very least the consumption rate as to be greatly exaggerated, or maybe paired with other things? because of her resistance to toxins and etc. But she’s not not of the earthly realm, either, so there’s some effect.

Do they smoke? If so, do they want to quit?: Not as like, a consistent habit. Open to trying things.

Have they ever tried other drug? (which, what happened, consequences):

Do they have any addictions?: No. I’m not sure how they interact with her, the likelihood of a physical dependence, y’know? And emotionally, she doesn’t crutch that way.

OTHER DETAILS

Most important/defining event in life to date: Splitting off from her sister/previous self into this form, with this purpose.

Daily routine: lol

Typical Saturday night: She is probably out because this tends to be when people go out and let themselves be carefree and excited about things and joyous, etc., so it makes for easy access to lots of energy and energizes her. She gets something of a contact high from people’s emotions, so she’s likely to stay out for a long long time. Until Kat gets too sad.

What is home like (messy, neat, sparse): Messy messy messy. When she has somewhere to accumulate things, she does so in a very.... dragon-hoard way. Everything all lumped and nested together, she sleeps curled up in the middle of it, when she isn’t curled up next to one or more of her siblings.

Pets? if not, do they want any?: No and no.

Can they hold their breath for a long time?: Uhhhhhhhh. Sure?

Do they know how to swim?: I actually don’t think so, no

Can they cook (if so, how well and do they enjoy it)?: Cannot, and has no need to. While she can consume mortal food and drink etc., she has no physical need to. Her form sustains off of the emotions of mortals.

[fussyalma]

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘸𝘰 · 𝘔𝘺 𝘚𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘒𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳

The heavy air was filled with the smell of spices, cooking meat, and a not-so-faint undertone of animal. I suspected the latter came from the bleating goats tied to a stall nearby, cowering as they watched their numbers get picked down. One by one, another of their small herd was taken back to be slaughtered, chopped and sold out by the kilogram.

Valeria and I wandered through the stalls, eyeing each one, salivating over vegetables we couldn’t afford and fruit we had never tried. It was our last day in Mexico before we began the trip North towards our final home. America.

Mama and Papa were meeting with some men to obtain documentation and had sent my sister and I out for the day to entertain ourselves… however we were under strict instruction not to find trouble. I knew what that really meant was that I was supposed to keep Valeria from finding trouble. My ever curious, ever impulsive 7 year old sister was always seeking out fun, nevermind the cost or the penalty. Always drawing attention to herself, even in the moments when attention was detrimental… or dangerous. This trend would continue and would eventually be cemented into her personality, but for 12 year old me it was just mildly annoying.

She kept attempting to tug her smaller hand out of mine, but I held fast, refusing to let her out of my sight. If I returned her hurt or blemished, or god forbid lost her and couldn’t return her at all, Mama and Papa would be furious with me.

I was able to keep a fast hold on her until a stall with several gorgeous gold necklaces caught my eye. The glint of the metal and the jewels forced me to step closer and I didn’t realize that Valeria had slipped from my grasp until I heard an angry voice screaming in raspy Spanish.

“Thief! Thief! Come back you little brat!”

Spinning around, I already knew who I was looking for. And sure enough, there was my little sister with two large mangos in her hands and mischief in her eyes. She was running towards me as fast as her little legs could carry her and in pursuit was a large red-faced man.

Valeria chomped down on one of the ripe mangos, sweet juice spilling from the sides of her lips right as the man’s large sausage fingers grabbed hold of the collar of her dress and yanked back hard. She choked, spit out the mouthful of fruit as I sprinted towards them.

The vendor held her up by her collar, the thin material tearing at the hand sewn seams and all I could focus on was Valeria’s terrified face as she dropped the mangos and my mother’s voice repeated in my head:

“Fern… your sister is your responsibility. Take care of her.”

My heart pounded in my chest as I pushed myself between the man and my sister, pushing my small hands against his middle as I lifted my eyes to his and pled with him.

“Please sir… please… it was my fault. I told her to steal the fruit. Please don’t hurt her.”

It was a lie.. But it worked. He dropped Valeria, and as she hit the ground with a soft grunt, he lifted his hand and landed a swift smack across my cheek. I stumbled backwards, my head throbbing, only to fall on my ass as another, almost harder smack landed on my other cheek. Tears stung in my eyes and began to stream down my cheeks, pain radiated throughout my head and when I opened my eyes again, everything was spinning.

Spittle landed on my cheek as the vendor turned and walked away, snatching up both fruits, even the one soiled by Valeria’s teethmarks. His mutters about thieving children faded as he returned to his stall, leaving my sister and I in the dirt while people walked around the two girls on the ground.

Later that night, when I told my mother what had happened as she washed the dirt from my long, black hair, she was quiet for a moment before the soft timbre of her voice spoke out.

“Good girl Nina… take care of your sister.”

And so I would. The next 8 years my focus would be taking care of Valeria even when it nearly destroyed my life.

[druidgroves]

for the tes alphabet: NOBLE + Nim aaaaand TRICK + Valeria!!

ahhh thank u !!! my two fav girls <3 skyrim oc ask meme

Nim

Nord: What’s their overall option on the Nordic people of Skyrim?

Considering Nim herself is a snow elf, she isn't very fond of them! Obvs she's met a few Nords that weren't all "sKyRiM bElOnGs To ThE nOrDs!!!!1!!" & she was nice to them, but overall she's not too keen on them lol

Outsider: How would your muse respond to being call this upon arriving in either Markarth or Solstheim?

She's pretty used to it at this point so her general response is just to shrug it off & roll her eyes lmao just let her do what she needs to do & she'll be gone.

Beauty: How does your character tend to their appearance? Do they wear any special armor or clothing during their day to day activities?

Nim isn't very vain, but she does take pride in her appearance & tends to it when her & the gang have like. downtime in whatever city they're currently in. Like when she's just running around Whiterun, her hair is neat & she's wearing a simple dress. When she's running around Skyrim, she's got heavy armor (that I headcanon she had enchanted to be lighter--she just wanted more bodily protection than what light armor can despite not being physically fit enough to withstand the weight lol).

Lich: How dose your muse view necromancy and the undead?

She thinks it's creepy & weird & hates that she has to keep going into tombs full of them to learn more shouty dragon words </3

Education: Did they receive a formal education growing up, or did they learn a trade from their parent(s)?

She learned most of the magic she knows from her mother, but for general schooling she didn't really have much of it due to the whole. forced into hiding because she's a snelf. but she & her family did, at one point, take shelter in a temple to syrabane for a while, & it had lots of books & such that Nim def read. Current day, she's still reading a lot in an effort to catch up on what she missed.

Valeria

Thalmor: What’s their opinion of ‘elven supremacy’ and the aldmeri dominion?

As an Imperial, she understandably dislikes the Dominion & obvs doesn't subscribe to the whole "elven supremacy" thing.

Reading: Can your muse read, if they then what’s their favorite book?

She's very educated considering she was once a noblewoman, but I don't really picture her as a big reader. Her favourite book would probably be Surfeit of Thieves.

Inn: What dose a typical visit to an inn entail for your character? What foods do they normally order?

The inn she frequents the most would be the Bee & Barb, though she doesn't stay there. She'll go up there to have a decent meal every once in a while & sometimes Brynjolf will tag along. She always orders something warm, like a stew.

Companions: Dose your character have any close friends or traveling companions?

Her closest friend would be Vex in the Thieves Guild! The two didn't get along at all at first due to how similar they are, but eventually they became thick as thieves (ha) & whenever they're together it's always trouble.

Kindness: Dose your muse donate to any temples or help any beggars?

She for sure gives out coin to the poor--I imagine that after she takes over, the Guild starts to go back a little to their roots of robin hood-esque crime where they can (unfortunately Valeria sees Maven Black-Briar as a necessary ally to keep the Guild up and running).

[jwillowwolf]

Magic and Miracles - Chapter 10

Sanders Sides Big Bang fic, Chapter 10!

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(Art by @just-a-pintrovert)

Summary: “Hey, Virgil, what’s this?” Remus asked, pointing at the large flat box thing mounted on the wall.

“A tv.”

“Oh… what’s a tv?”

Warning/s: food mention.

Tag List: s: Logan, Virgil, OCs, Roman, Remy, Remus, Patton, Janus, Emile.

Tag List: @theimprobabledreamersworld @remy-please-come-back

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10 | This is Not a Place of Logic

“Nico and Thomas have been kidnapped.”

"Did you just say, Thomas and Nico? As in the King and Prince Consort?" Willow asked.

"Yes. They were abducted earlier along with the Magic Council." Remy stated.

The others began asking more questions about the incident but Logan didn't listen to them. Instead, he focused on Virgil's face. He saw little colour in his pale skin slowly fade away. His grey eyes became cold and dull, like a stone, and he stared at Remy. His breathing was beginning to become short and erratic. He began to sway on his legs as if they'd suddenly become numb.

"Virgil," Logan said gently. "Virgil, please look at me."

Virgil turned his blank gaze to Logan.

"Can I touch you?"

Virgil nodded weakly.

Logan took his hand and guided him outside the room, to the hallway where they could sit alone on a bench. The moment Virgil was sat down, he let out a choked sob. Logan began to comfortingly rub his back, then found himself wrapped in a hug.

He froze in shock for a moment, before he began to hug Virgil back. Holding him close as he cried into his shoulder like a scared child. It was metaphorically heartbreaking for Logan to hear, but he could not let go. He had no other way to comfort him at the moment, so for now he would just hold him.

After some time, Virgil pulled away. “Th-thank you.”

“No problem… How are you feeling?”

“…I’m not sure how to describe it... Scared... Lost... Alone...”

“I don’t know how comforting this may be but, you are most definitely not alone. You have our friends, Remy, and me.”

Virgil perked up a bit. “That is very a lot more comforting than you know.”

“Ehem,” the boys looked up to see Remy was standing in the doorway. “I don’t mean to interrupt, but you probably didn’t hear all the details of what happened.”

Virgil nodded and motioned for Remy to fill them in.

“Thomas, Nico, and the Magic Council were having their quarterly meeting to discuss the kingdom’s magical balance. During said meeting, someone cast a strange spell that caused everyone inside the meeting room to disappear. The caster was found dead on site, having used their MP and HP to cast this spell.”

“Was there any evidence on where the caster came from?”

Remy paused and took a deep breath to steady himself. “The caster… was a fae...”

“What?”

“The caster was a fae person. We don’t know who or even how they got into the realm.”

“Has anyone talked to Tía Tanya or Dune?”

“Joan has been named regent while your parents are… missing, and they sent a messenger to fill me in. I’m going to go and talk with Tanya and Dune, then we’ll need to send someone through to the Fae realm to inform your grandmother.”

Virgil nodded. “I’ll come with you then.”

“What? No! You need to stay here where you’re safe.”

“I can’t stay here and do nothing. Besides, you would need me to help with opening the realm gate and getting an audience with my grandmother.”

“Virgil, it won’t be safe, especially if I’m the only one guarding you.”

“We can guard him,” Remus said from behind Remy.

Remy narrowed his eyes. “Who is we?”

“Us, the class,” Janus answered. “We’ve been trained in combat and can wield magic.”

“And are only fifteen.” Remy pointed out.

“We’re young, but that doesn’t make us helpless,” Willow replied. “We faced down that giant mole, all together. The seven of us are a lot harder to take down than you think.”

Logan nodded. “You need Virgil’s help, and we can help to protect him. Plus, if there are people here who want to hurt him, then the best thing to do is probably take him somewhere safe, like to his grandmother.”

Remy sighed. “We don’t even know if the fae realm is secure, Logan.”

“But it would be safer than here, right?”

Remy groaned. “Emile, help me here.”

Emile was quiet a moment and looked directly at his son. “I know I won’t be able to change your mind. You’re too much like your mother for that. Just… Promise me you’ll be careful.”

Logan nodded. “I promise dad.”

“We’ll all be taking care of each other, Mr Picani. Don’t worry,” Roman assured.

Emile smiled. “Well then, I think you’ll all do great.”

Remy looked horrified but he knew he couldn’t win this fight. Virgil, Logan, and the rest of the class would all be going with him to the fae realm whether he liked it or not. Or maybe he could get Tanya to talk this lunacy out of them.

---

“Brilliant idea, darling,” Tanya complimented. “Taking Virgil and his friends will get you to Valeria without any problems about your identity and whatnot.”

Dune nodded agreeingly. “The only thing I am concerned about is the children’s lack of protection.”

“We do have our weapons and magic,” Remus stated.

“That’s good dear, but I think that you’ll need some added protection. Hmm, here,” Dune brought out a box with some beaded bracelets. “These are enchanted with protection spells. Each of you can take one and it’ll be as good as dressing you in full plate armour.”

“These are so beautiful. Thank you so much, Mx Dune,” Patton said

Dune smiled. “It’s nothing really, dear. I’m glad you like them.”

Not to be impatient, but can we get going? Virgil asked.

“Right. You’ll need to be as fast as you can to get the news to your grandmother. I wish the mirrors were working so we didn’t have to send you all off so quickly, but I believe that you will do brilliantly. Follow me to the gate then!” Tanya said, briskly walking out of the room where they had been debriefing her and Dune on the situation.

There were some stairs down to the portal gate, which Logan was very grateful for. He didn't mind flying in Virgil’s arms last time of course, but he wasn’t quite sure that Virgil would carry him this time around. It also meant he was able to take in the brilliant architecture as they descended, so of course he loved that. He didn’t quite love the aching in his limbs when they finally reached the bottom of the stairs but it was so worth it.

At the bottom of the stairs was a lovely area full of rich green vegetation. It looked very much like an enchanted garden, which was impressive considering how far underground they were. At the centre of this garden, there was a tall archway made from black stone with strange runes carved all around it. Tanya and Virgil walked over to this arch and stood directly in front of it a moment.

“You remember how to activate it?” Tanya asked.

Virgil nodded and held his hand out towards the arch.

Tanya did the same and they began to chant in unison, some strange words from a language that Logan had never heard before. Their voices seemed to echo with an ancient power and their hands that were outstretched began to glow with purple light. The runes on the archway glowed with the same strange light which bled into the opening of the arch until it was like there was a door of purple light there.

Once the chanting was done, the light from Virgil and Tanya’s hands faded away, but the light in the archway remained bright as ever.

“There you go, the portal is now active. I’ll make sure to keep it open for you so you can return whenever.”

“Thank you, Tanya,” Remy said. “You kids ready to go?”

The teens all glanced at each other. It had been one thing to agree to help their friend in his time of need, but right now the reality was setting in. They would be leaving behind their homes and families for gods know how long to visit a realm inhabited by a race they didn’t know very much about. Despite all of that, however, it took them less than a moment to decide this was right.

They could feel it in their souls. This was something they had to do. They were ready to do whatever it took to help their friend. It didn’t matter what was on the other side of that porthole because they would be facing it together.

“Well?”

“We’re ready.”

One by one, they walked through the archway. Oddly enough, it felt like walking through a normal doorway, except their skin tingled a bit as the magical light made contact. On the other side, there was a garden that looked nearly identical to where they had just been, except the magnificent greenery was now blue. They also seemed to be on top of a cliff, overlooking a city made of tall glass towers that reflected the bright green sky above.

“Um, is it supposed to be that colour?” Roman asked, pointing to the sky.

“Hmm, oh, yeah,” Virgil answered. “There are a lot of strange things in the fae realm but they’re harmless… mostly.”

“That’s reassuring,” Janus muttered.

“Well, I like it!” Remus declared.

“This place is insane,” Willow stage whispered.

Virgil laughed. “You guys haven’t seen anything yet. Follow me.”

He led them away from the cliff’s edge to a quaint little house that seemed to be strangely overgrown with vines. On the porch of this house, there was a woman sitting reading a book. When she looked up to see the group coming out of the garden gate, her eyes went wide.

“Prince Virgil! What brings you here?”

“I need to see my grandmother. It’s urgent.”

“Well, she’s in the city, of course. I can drive you and your friends over there quickly. Um, if all of you need to go through, I’ll need to get Doug to drive a second car.”

“Great. Sorry for being so rushed.”

“It’s no problem, dear. I’ll fetch Doug.”

“Uh, what’s a car?” Patton asked.

“Well, it’s like a carriage, but it’s powered by magic to drive around without horses,” Virgil explained.

Remus tilted his head to the side. “That sounds crazy... I like this place even more now!”

The cars were indeed very strange. They seemed to be formed from glass and steel, with wheels covered in rubber, and an ‘engine’ that hummed with life as they drove down the mountainside and into the city. At a closer glance, the group saw that the towers were indeed made with many large glass windows, although some seemed to be tinted for privacy. The roads between the towers had many cars driving up and down them, and still, there was an uncountable amount of fae folk walking on the ‘sidewalks’.

The group drove directly to the largest tower at the very centre of the city, which Virgil said was the palace. Once they got out of the cars, a man standing by the door saw Virgil and fished out a small handheld device which he talked into before walking over.

He bowed. “Prince Virgil, welcome back to the Fae Realm.”

“Thank you. Would you please have my grandmother alerted I’m here?”

“Uh, yes, sir. I’ve already called for someone to come and fetch your luggage.”

“We don’t have any.”

“Oh, well, then allow me to escort you to a room to freshen up.”

“I need to speak with my grandmother.”

“Please, sir, I was told to take you to a room.”

Virgil frowned impatiently. “Alright then. Lead the way.”

The man led them into the building’s reception room, and then through a pair of sliding doors into a box room called ‘an elevator’. The doors closed by themselves and the man pressed one of the many buttons beside the door. Logan felt his stomach lurch as the elevator rose up, quickly passing floor after floor until finally, it got to the one he assumed was their destination.

The floor they arrived on was huge, with a sunken lounge area, a small kitchen, and a wall straight ahead that looked like it was made entirely out of the window. The teens looked around in awe at the strange wonders of the room while Virgil tried talking their guide into taking them to his grandmother. The man deflected his request however and declared he would return shortly with some snacks for the group before departing via the elevator.

Virgil groaned. “How didn’t he understand the word urgent. I’ll need to talk to gran about this.”

“Hey, Virgil, what’s this?” Remus asked, pointing at the large flat box thing mounted on the wall.

“A tv.”

“Oh… what’s a tv?”

“It’s for watching movies and stuff. Here, you use this remote to control it,” Virgil explained before turning it on to display a moving picture of what appeared to be a fae person dancing.

“Woah. How does it do that?” Roman asked.

Virgil shrugged. “Magic.”

“Is everything in the fae realm made to use magic?” Logan inquired.

“Well, most things do. Here, everyone has access to the use of magic and magical items are used for most daily tasks, like cleaning, cooking, going places, and even speaking with people via mirrors.”

“This is incredible.” Patton said, staring at the tv which now was showing a kitten dancing.

“Yeah, it’s cool, but we need to go guys-”

Virgil was cut off by a loud sound from the kitchen, which turned out to be Remy using some small device that looked like a glass jug?

“Sorry, kid, what were you saying?”

“Are you making an iced coffee right now?”

“These things are amazing, and we don’t have blenders in the other realm.”

“What’s an iced coffee?” Janus inquired.

“A drink from the heavens themselves,” Remy declared, pouring the drink out of the blender. “Here, have a taste.”

Janus wearily took the cup and sniffed its contents before taking a sip. “Oh… That’s bitter. And so good.”

Remy grinned. “I know, right?”

“Hello, people, we’re on a mission here,” Virgil tried reminding them.

Unfortunately, Remy and Janus were preoccupied with a discussion about iced coffee, and everyone else was captivated by the tv.

“Fine, I’ll just go deliver the message alone!”

Logan looked away from the TV at that. “I can come with you.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, we didn’t come here for this. I’m sure I can look at everything later.”

Virgil smiled. “Thanks, Logan. Follow me.”

They both got into the elevator and took it to a different floor with a long grand hallway that Logan could barely keep track of as they went left and right, and up some stairs, then left again -or was it right?- then down some stairs, then another direction? And finally, they came to some huge doors that Logan assumed led to the throne room.

“How is there so much space on this floor?” Logan questioned.

“It’s the fae realm, L, if it doesn’t make sense, just assume it’s magic.” Virgil said before pushing the doors open and walking into the throne room.

Logan followed half a step behind Virgil, but nearly walked into him a few minutes later when he froze. Logan looked around Virgil to see what made him stop and noted that there was a man sitting on the throne. And if Virgil’s reaction were anything to go by, then that man wasn’t meant to be there.

“Prince Virgil! It’s so wonderful to see you again after so long! My goodness, you’ve really grown since I last saw you.”

“It is good to see you as well, Earl Ynclementia, but where is my grandmother?”

The earl’s expression turned sorrowful. “I am afraid that she is unwell, your highness. She’s confined to her bed with terrible sickness and no one but the doctors are allowed to see her. They won’t even let me in there.”

“She’s sick? How?”

“We’re not sure, your highness. We were going to actually send someone to tell your parents immediately when we realised that the mirrors were not working for inter-realm communication.”

“When did she get sick?”

“Only two days ago. As I said, we were going to inform your parents immediately, but there were complications.”

“Do the doctors know what she has?”

“I’m afraid not. Or if they do, they haven’t told me.”

Virgil looked absolutely crestfallen. Logan couldn’t blame him considering all that was happening. His parents were missing and his grandmother was stuck sick in bed. It was understandable that Virgil would be devastated. However, as quickly as Virgil’s sadness appeared, it disappeared. His face became stoic and he looked up at the Earl with a critical eye.

“I need to see my grandmother.”

“Your highness, like I said, even I’m not allowed to see her. The doctors fear her illness may be contagious. You should go home to inform your parents of what’s happened.”

“I will contact them via my mirror.”

“Your highness the mirrors aren’t working.”

“Mine is working just fine. I used it to call my parents and tell them I was safe when I got here.”

“O-oh? You called... your parents?”

“Yes. I’ll call again to tell them what's going on here. I assume you’re currently acting as regent.”

“Ah, yes. I am.”

“Good, they’ll be glad to hear that. If you’ll excuse me then, I’ll inform them at once.”

Virgil turned around before the earl could say anything else, grabbed Logan’s hand and promptly marched out of the room. Logan was very confused about why he’d just lied like that to the earl, but he waited until they were alone in the halls to say anything. When he tried to ask though, Virgil put a finger over his lips and looked around suspiciously first.

“I am quite sure we’re alone,” Logan stated.

“Good, because I think that we’ve walked ourselves into the lion’s den.”

“What?”

“Call me crazy, but things around here are too… calm. If my grandmother were really sick in bed then we wouldn’t even have been able to park out front without getting harassment from the press.”

“Press?”

“News Reporters. People who keep the common folk informed for a living.”

“Couldn’t they be trying to keep things secret to stop any panic?”

“People are naturally gossipy, Logan. Someone would have let it slip to the news by now. Something isn’t right here...”

“...We need to get back to the others.”

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A/N: thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this. I'll be posting two chapters a day until the full fic is up, so if you want to be tagged, you can just ask.

I'd love to hear what you thought about the chapter if you wouldn't mind commenting. Thanks again for reading! Here's hoping you have a magical day 💜

[shxwmaster]

@archmage--khadgar​ sent: retrouvaille - the joy of meeting or finding someone again after a long separation; rediscovery

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(( I don’t know how canon I want to make this just yet BUT I was hit with a specific idea that I had to run with. Shaw doesn’t have many people he can reunite with, let alone feel happy about it, but this is... ONE. ))

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          [ARCHIVE: YEAR 32 — LOG SHW009876]

     Shaw owes his life to the Uncrowned. Without them, he’d still be suffering, still be trapped as Stormwind crumbles under the influence of Detheroc wearing his face. Or, more mercifully, he would have died there, starved, infected, weak, pathetic. They’d saved him, saved Stormwind, spared them from an unnecessary war — he loathed that such an intense debt was placed on him.

     Some time after his rescue, and after defeating Detheroc in Stormwind, he returned with the Champions and the rogues into the Uncrowned’s hideout. He pledged his loyalty, he thanked them, and he sought to get straight to work.

     But he was weakened already from the months of imprisonment, and moreso from a neglected wound in the fight at SI:7 against the dreadlord. Ravenholdt and the others set out to get back to business, and he collapsed.

     Infection, he remembers hearing someone say as he was being tended to. He was in and out, barely registering what was happening. Laid to a bed, cold cloth to his head, someone dressing a wound at his side he hadn’t noticed festered with fel. They called a priest from the Netherlight Temple, and he was given a strict order: rest.

     Through the fever, he drifted, coming to now and then. How aggravating, to lose such control. Any of these rogues could have their way with him, and he’d be helpless to it, but he hardly has the strength to fuss and fight over it.

     He awakes briefly to the sound of a door opening, his head spinning with the effort it takes to lift it to observe. A young woman, short cropped black hair and a stark red bandana toting a tray of tea had entered.

Vanessa.

     He drops his head back down to the pillow, letting out a shaky laugh. “ So it seems I’m dying, then. ”

     Vanessa gave pause, gaze flicking towards him briefly before continuing, setting the tray at the nightstand beside him. “ So negative. What makes the great Master Shaw say so? ”

     His head lulls to the side, facing away from her. There’s an emotion caught in his throat he can’t quite identify. Grief? Fear? Sorrow? Humor? It’s all so tangled, and his limbs are so cold. “ It’s not the first time I’ve been stuck like this. Wounded. At the brink of death. Funny how sickness makes you see things. ”

     “ Hmm. And funny how fevers always bring the most dramatic out of the finest soldiers. ”

     He’s quiet for a long moment, enough that Vanessa wondered if he’d drifted off. “ I was seventeen. Tried to outrun orcs, fell off a wall, broke my shin. It was rainy and muddy, exposed bone was wrought to infection. I’d almost died — funny things, I saw, battling that fever. I hallucinated the dead. I thought I had saw my mother, but I didn’t remember her face. All so... wrong. ”

     His voice lacks the usual restraint he would give it, so loose and strained it was. Delirious — the fever is perhaps worse than she’d anticipated. He rolls his head back to see her, tired green eyes searching hers, his face pallor and sweaty. Unbecoming.

     “ I wish you were real. ”

     Ah. That’s what this was. Vanessa doesn’t say anything, simply turning away from him to pour the cup of tea. He still has his gaze on her, however conscious he is, and for whatever reason, Vanessa can’t look at him.

     “ You think you’re hallucinating. ”

     “ I am. I read the field reports. I already know... ” He forces his head up to stare at the ceiling, vision spinning and blurring. “ I... I was never given a chance to say goodbye to you. After the riots, your father and I — we fought, Light, I could not... I had come home one day and you were gone. I wasn’t given a chance. ”

     “ You had plenty of chances, Shaw, ” She says harshly, quiet voice spoken through gritted teeth. “ You sent your agents after the Defias. You knew what happened, you knew they were innocent. You could have come with us. ”

     “ I am blood-bound to Stormwind, Vanessa. There was no choice for me. ”

     “ There’s always a choice. You chose a broken kingdom over us. ”

     He closes his eyes tightly, feeling the brunt of the dizziness wash over him. The pain is deserved, he feels. It’d be mercy if the infection killed him. “ I live with my mistakes. They haunt me every day, everything I could have done differently. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t wish I could have done more. Saved him. ” He pauses, and on these last words, his voice breaks. “ Saved you. ”

     Vanessa stirs the cup of tea, mostly to avoid looking at him directly and to keep her hands busy. “ How noble, ” She says, retrieving a small, black vial from her belt. Just as practiced, just as planned. “ Those thoughts do much for us now, doesn’t it. ”

     “ I prayed, Vanessa. I believe in nothing, not a single higher power but I prayed that you could have had a chance at a different life. After Edwin... — the Saldeans, they could have taken care of you. Given you a different path. You did not need to be confined to your father’s footsteps. ”

     Her fingers are on the vial’s cork, ready to pop it open, but a thought stops her. She snaps her head to him, searching his bleary expression with furrowed brows as a realization dawns on her. “ ... You were the bandit that escorted me from the Mines... weren’t you? ”

     “ You were just a kid... They orphaned you. Left you with nothing. Left the Brotherhood with nothing. They killed him, and did not bother to see what consequences were left behind. I had to look for you — I had to at least give you a chance. ”

     She abandons the vial on the tray, reaching to his bedside to grasp his jaw and force him to look at her. There’s no strength to him; his head is loose with no indication that he can fight back. “ You went all that way — you found me, and you abandoned me at the Saldeans?! ”

     The touch almost feels real — this image of Vanessa fills his blurred vision. Those fine angled brows resembled Edwin’s so much, those piercing blue eyes, that charcoal hair — it twists his gut and fills his heart with sorrow. “ They would have given you a normal life. ”

     “ Why... Why didn’t you just take me? ”

     The pain in her voice makes his eyes sting. Desperately, he had wanted to take her. Edwin was dead, and she was left with nothing — he hadn’t seen her in ten years but he could still raise her, still give her all the opportunities Stormwind had to offer, had the SI:7 induct her and change her life.

     But he remembered then, what that connection to Stormwind, to the SI:7 and Assassin’s Guild, what that had all done to him, how loyalty was embedded so deeply in his blood he was forced to abandon love to further the crown — he could not sentence her to that fate. Not to this same fate that killed her father, that doomed her and the Brotherhood, he couldn’t do that to her. She could be normal — no VanCleef, no Shaw, just simple, humble farm girl Saldean. She could have been saved.

     She staring down at him, fury and sadness in her eyes that were so familiar. His voice breaks when he answers. “ Would you have forgiven me if I did? ”

     She glares at him for a long moment. The bandana conceals the number of times she’d opened her mouth to spit a retort but died in her throat, and eventually, she releases him, his head falling back to the side as she turns away. Forgiveness was not an option for her. This world, this kingdom, this man had taken so much from her. Forgiveness would be concession, surrender, to accept defeat. She had a legacy to uphold, one that couldn’t be won through something as pitiful as forgiveness. No, perhaps she wouldn’t have forgiven him, but it would have been nice to have a home.

     The rage is enough to get her back to her plan. She resumes her work, popping open the vial and its viscous liquid. She’d designed it herself — a terrible neurotoxin, engineered just for Shaw. It’d be mistaken for the fel poisoning, stir up his memories and leave him paralyzed and numb, forced to watch his life play back. It’d shut everything in him down in minutes — no master rogue would be able to detect it. Potions, poisons, these were her specialties.

     This is what he deserves.

     She dumps the vial into the tea, watching the steam fly out as it mixes. Odorless. Beautiful. A work of art. Shaw’s lulling off, utterly disoriented and so far removed from reality she almost feels sorry.

     “ I still remember sitting for hours trying to figure out a name... ” He murmurs. “ Kelsa. Variana. Llana. Charlene. Valeria. Maria. Rebecca. Edwin hated all of them. ”

     He laughs a little at the fond memory. “ I’m not good at names. That was always Edwin’s strength — and I still remember. He said, no middle names, you get the first one down right or not at all. Which, in hindsight, was solid advice. Vanessa VanCleef — it rolls off the tongue so well. ”

     She huffs. “ Better than Hope Saldean. ”

     “ Leagues better. My grandmother tried so hard to have you named after her, or my mother. She gave me hell for not letting you take my surname too. Funny how different life could have been. ”

     Vanessa frowns, carefully seating herself at the edge of his bed. She hadn’t seen him up close in years — it brings her mixed feelings. The memories she had of him were so, drastically different. Younger, cleaner, and without that stupid damn mustache. But now, he’s aged, wrinkled, greying at the temples and nothing of the energy she remembered him with. It’s weird, really, how it makes her feel.

     Shaw’s saying something, so quietly under his breath she has to lean in to catch it.

     “ I miss you. Every day, I have missed you, Ness, ” He murmurs, tear-filled eyes holding her gaze. “ I could not bring myself to take you. I prayed, prayed that you’d be better off without either of our legacies, and somehow, somehow things still... I tried. I tried to sabotage those efforts to take down the Defias. I kept the SI:7 out of Westfall, I redirected everyone to the Twilight’s Hammer. I prayed every champion that went into the Deadmines died before they could find you. And still... ”

     “ History repeats. ”

     “ Doomed to an ugly destiny, aren’t we? ” He laughs bitterly, weakly bringing a hand to cover his pale face. “ When you died... I feel as though a part of me died too. So many years it’s taken me to realize just what I was a part of. How much blood my loyalty spills. What I’ve let it take. ”

     “ And now... ” She turns to stare at the cup of tea, her own gaze growing distant. “ Now that same loyalty will kill you too. You loved Stormwind so much, demons took advantage of it. ”

     “ There is no love. I don’t think there was ever any love for Stormwind. ” His chin lifts, just slightly. “ Only duty. ”

     What a prison.

     The concoction on the nightstand would free him from it. Relieve him from his duty, from his loyalty. She’d finally have some semblance of revenge against those who’d wronged the Stonemasons and killed her father. She needs only feed it to him. It’d be so easy too, so, painfully easy. He’s ready to die already, still not even aware that she was real and solid and sitting before him.

     It’d be so easy.

     So why can’t she do it?

     In the end, the truth was, a small part of her had also missed him. Even through the anger and the betrayal, the hurt and the grief, in the end, the only memories she had of him were good. Picking her up as a child, showing her Stormwind, teaching her nifty tricks and getting into minor trouble. How her, Mathias and Edwin would sit on the half-finished towers overlooking Stormwind with a packed lunch and watch the sunset, play for hours until she’d fallen asleep. In the end, all she remembered of him was that he was family at some point. Something she could never have again.

     “ Moth. ”

     The word almost seems to bring him to life. It grasps his attention, and he looks to her expectantly, still bleary, but alert. How many years had it been since he heard that word?

     He watches her, examines her, somehow sharper than before. “ You still remember that name. ”

     “ I never forgot it. ”

     Tiny Vanessa, still learning her words, had heard everyone call him Mathias, but she tripped on her own pronunciation and called him ‘Moth’. Oh how it stuck — he remembers the name only on the voice of a child, but she’s grown now, she’s older, and he missed all of those years.

     “ I came here to kill you, ” Vanessa continues, looking away from him. “ I’ve spent years hating you. Resenting you for everything. You took everything from me. ”

     A dawning realization slowly sets in on the feverish Spymaster as he listens. He doesn’t know if he’ll remember this exchange if he heals up and recovers, but there’s a gnawing feeling about this, about this hallucination, about her —

     “ You should, ” He says quietly, closing his eyes. “ There is no reason why you shouldn’t. And there is... no one on Azeroth who deserves to end my life than you. ”

     “ You’re surrendering? ”

     “ Accepting my fate. My consequences. ” His breath picks up, he forces himself to open his eyes and truly see her. Carefully, he reaches out a hand to grasp her wrist, faintly squeezing with what strength he had. “ You’re no hallucination... are you? ”

     She stares at the hand for a long moment, contemplating. Then, slowly, she moved to wrap her own around his. “ Don’t trust the word of a mind-addled adventurer. I never died. ”

     Hope blooms in his chest, tears spilling from the corners of his eyes. How he had mourned her — but she lives, she’s so young and still the chance to live this life —

     It’s all he’s needed to hear. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he’s desperately hoping this isn’t a fever dream, that this is real, that she is alive. He holds her hand, as if she’d disappear if he didn’t.

     “ Then I have no qualms with dying. ”

...

     The fever breaks a few days later, and Shaw makes his swift recovery. The Champions of the Uncrowned request his aid along the Broken Shore, which he obliges as much as he’s able. There’s still plenty of broken pieces to pick up. Azeroth in turmoil, Stormwind in disarray with the false Shaw planting lies, and on top of it, Anduin ordering him to rest, forcibly taking work away from him to leave him with nothing.

     Vanessa had left and taken the poison with her. They never spoke directly again, and for a while, Shaw was almost convinced she wasn’t real once he was fully awake and better.

     But Greymane and Ravenholdt informed him otherwise. The Defias were as much intertwined with the Uncrowned as the rest of them.

     Vanessa lived.

     By the time Shaw had returned safely home, he wept. 

[avinox]

So, finally played VtM with my friends (half of them have never roleplayed) and it was super fun. Here's a narration. Starring:

Billie, the Brujah

Meissa, the Gangrel

Manya, the Malkavian

(Valeria, the Tremere couldn't make it to this first session, but will be introduced in the second)

Ok, so I made my friends start in a bloody hotel room, not remembering how they got there, not knowing each other, and at Hunger 3. First thing, of course, was a Rouse Check, which Meissa immediately botched, reaching Hunger 4. Manya was freaking out cause she thought she was gonna get her organs harvested. Billie, OF COURSE, tried to open the door, got a messy crit, and pried it open. At the other side, literally nose to nose, was a chubby guy, who I thought looked pretty harmless. He was trying to open the door to get to them, and I mentioned he had a bag. Meissa and Manya joined forces to take the bag, got it, and found 3 stakes and 3 blood bags.

Manya: "I'm gonna question him"

"Ok, roll with 3 Hunger die"

Bestial Failure. Manya became overwhelmed with this whole shit and began punching the shit outta this guy, broke his lip, and the smell of blood triggered a Frenzy roll for everyone. Manya passed it, but both Billie and Meissa went feral, beat him up even more, and honestly would have killed him, but this was the Tutorial and I needed this guy. Oh, they also took a sip of his blood and satiated 1 Hunger. Scene ends (cause I needed it). The guy, though looking like shit, pulled through and was relatively ok. He explained that his Boss sent him, that he carried the stakes-Billie was aiming one at him-and the blood cause he didn't know what to expect. "Take us to your boss!" said Billie. "That's the plan" he replied. He explained they were vampires, and Meissa immediately came to terms with it and took one of the blood pack. Manya absolutely REFUSED, and Billie set it aside for later.

They went downstairs and the receptionist saw the scene. Billie failed to intimidate him to keep quiet, while Manya literally asked him to call the cops. He obviously did, but they went with the guy, who proceeded-still under threat-to drive them to the Ivory Tower, where they were greeted by a red-headed woman with a carnival mask.

"Thank you, Chemi (original name was Stu, changed midway because of reasons I'll explain later)" said the woman. "You can leave now."

"I don't think so" said the Brujah, holding the stake against Chemi.

The woman smiled.

Me: "You look at the stake, only to realize it's turned into a snake. It's gonna bite you!!!"

Billie: "Shit, what the fuck?!?!? I throw it!" All the while the rest are calling me a cheater (in case it's not clear, Billie was being Dementated).

"Thank you. Now follow me."

She lead them to a nicely decorated room, like an office-Meissa commented on it looking like the Volturi haven from Twilight-. At the center, behind the bureau, sat a woman, dressed in a black elegant dress. At her left, a black man with a very dark skin with blueish undertone, waiting in silence with a big-ass sword. The red-headed woman positioned herself at the right side.

"Hello" said the one in the middle. "I suspect you have questions. Allow me to answer them."

"Yeah" said Billie. "What's the deal with the blood?"

"I don't suppose anyone has seen a vampire movie?" She said. Everyone nodded. "Well, blood is your new food, you're gonna live forever-in theory-and you have to keep quiet about this whole thing. Got it? Also...your very existence is illegal in my grounds." No one rolled enough Insight to notice her worried tone or mannerisms. "BUT, I am willing to allow you to live...if you prove yourselves to me."

Time for Billie.

"To you? Who the fuck do you think you are to boss us!?"

"I am Nina, the Prince of Cádiz" she said, offended at the tone. She pointed to the man. "HE is Rashid, my Sheriff-"

"And I am Simone!" said the redhead.

"I'm not taking orders from you." said Billie.

"Oh, I think you will." Nina Dominated Billie, making her shut up and nod. She then turned to the others and said: "You're probably very hungry, aren't you?

By this time, Meissa was at 2 Hunger, so she said "a little", while Manya, still freaking out, tried to lie to avoid having to drink blood, Messy Critted, and began shouting "I'M NOT I'M NOT I'M NOT I'M NOT". Nina just nodded and didn't question her further.

"Still, you will go to the Big Kumara (yes, intended) to have a little snack before any of you Frenzies, and wait for my orders there."

"What's the Big Kumara?"

"My bar!" exclaimed Simone.

Nina also took a guess at everyone's Clan, obviously getting it right with the Brujah, while deciding she didn't have enough information to know the other two. Simone took the chance to wink at Manya (hinting Simone's a Malk, too, but this was mistaken as flirting). Nina warned them one last time what would await them if they disappointed her, making Rashid show off the sword, before they were led out.

Chemi was there, car parked, back against the wall, playing with his keys. Billie joined him.

"Tough life, huh?" she said. "Got a cig?"

"Sure" he said, handing her one while reaching for his lighter. "Now don't freak out-" he lit the cigarette, but Bille rolled well for Rötshreck, leaving him disappointed. He sighed quietly to himself. "So, Big Kumara, right? Should we go?"

"I wanna drive." said Billie.

"It's my car." Chemi said.

"Billlie, it's his car, let him drive." said Meissa.

"It's literally his car." said Manya. "Besides, you don't know where the bar is."

"I'll use the GPS!" said Billie, rolling and failing to get in the driver's seat before Chemi locked the car. "Fuck!" Then she tried to snatch the keys from him, but he was too quick and dodged her.

Manya wanted to try something out and used Mesmerize. "Billie, stop!" she failed the Rouse Check, getting to 4 Hunger. Now, one thing about Manya is that she has the flaw Stigmata, so she began to bleed from her forehead and her wrists. Billie and her where tied, so they both knew something had happened while also not happened.

"Shit, you alright?" Chemi asked. "Maybe I could get you that blood pack?"

"You don't look good." Meissa coincided. Manya nodded, defeated, drank the blood, and immediately felt better.

Chemi told them he had spare clothing (ugly, but just fine) in the back of the car, and Billie and Meissa changed while Manya insisted she was fine. They got in the car.

This was the moment to question Chemi.

"Are you a vampire?" someone asked.

"No, not quite. I'm a Ghoul, Simone's my boss. Been working for her since the seventies."

"So you're like, her pet?" said Manya.

"Oh, no, I'm not her pet."

"You ARE!" exclaimed Billie.

"I'm not!"

"Pet! Pet!" they both sang.

"I'M NOT A PET! I'M ESSENTIAL!"

At this point everyone laughed, Manya most openly, while Meissa quietly giggled at the back..

Chemi was so done.

They got to the bar. It had pretty nice ambient. Chemi encouraged them to find someone to drink from and discover more about their Disciplines.

Manya tried out Auspex + Bloodhound to find someone she had smelled that had a Melancholic aura, found him, and proceeded to try to convince him to let her suck his blood. Failure. "Ugh, not into that, freak."

Meanwhile, Billie wanted another cig. "Chemi, can you give me some money? PLEASE" She suceeded a pretty hard roll and got 5€ from him.

At the same time, Meissa seduced the bartender to get a free martini, thinking trial-and-error was the way to go about being a vampire. She drank it, and immediately threw up blood, right at her feet.

"OhmyGod are you okay???" the bartender offered to call an ambulance, but Billie heard the mess and convinced him that she had just drank a lot. The bartender wished her well and called a janitor to clean things up. Meissa and Billie went to the bathroom for the same thing, and also to calm her down.

Now, Manya had just failed her first hunt. She COULD Dominate someone to give her their blood, but she was a Consensualist, so that was out of the question. She asked if she could try with Chemi, I said sure.

"Chemi..." she said. "Can I have some of your blood?" Roll the Hunt die: failure.

Chemi, in a burst of power, looks at her dead in the eye and flips her off.

"Okay..."

After Billie and Meissa went out, they decided to question the bartender while Meissa searched the room for someone who had passed out (easy enough and she got it). They thought he was a vampire, but really he was just A Guy. Either way, Billie rolled for it: Messy Crit.

She walked up to him, cleared the table off glasses, breaking everything, and took the bartender by the collar. People gathered around, some just watching, others shouting "FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!"

We ended it there cause it was super late.