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linawritesocs · 2 years

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LINAAAAA! i am here to ask for your oc's with their genshin kins because why not??? i am wholeheartedly curious hehe >:D i hope you've been doing well too! <3 hopefully, the electricity won't be a menace to you this time 🤧

and yes, faye is a kuki shinobu kinnie! i got strong faye vibes when i found out shinobu disliked being a shrine maiden (aka a 'proper' profession like how RSA is to faye) and was like 'that's it.' HAHA

- bree <3

hi bree! i'm taking a little break from tumblr rn because i need to take care of some personal stuff (also taking breaks from social media is just good for my mental health dsjsksk) but i'm mostly okay! and thankfully, we had no electricity problems lately!

okay, so i know some stuff about genshin characters, but i'm not a lore expert AT ALL, so please correct me if i'm wrong. this will mostly be based on their vibes dhjdjkdkld. anyway, get ready for some of my ocs to fight yours because they wouldn't want to share their kins. (not me though. noah, we both kin keqing, let's be besties)

my ocs' genshin kins!

avery: keqing + diluc

yeah, he's gonna fight both faye and noah. i feel like he has their energy! he's a serious and responsible boy, who's kinda really mean on the outside, but is actually more kind and understanding than people think. also, his hatred of beautiful people is similar to diluc hating knights of favonius and keqing not being a fan of archons, i think! it especially fits because avery is himself quite beautiful and diluc used to be one of the knights before and keqing has a vision, so like.. yeah. it doesn't help that when he's a nrc student, avery gets sorted into pomefiore, which is kinda like keqing getting a vision despite hating archons, haha.

vance: barbara

i remember someone (i think it was you or taruchi? I MEAN WE ARE THE ONLY ONES WHO KNOW ABOUT GENSHIN THERE) from the server mentioned that vance is similar to bennett and yeah, i can see why! i don't think he would actually kin him, but he would tell everyone that he kins klee and bennett. his real kin would be barbara! i like to say that vance is a venti kinnie because of his design and energy, but when i thought more deeply about it.. yeah, i think he's actually more like barbara. barbara kinda feels inferior to her big sister and she wants to be just as tall great as her, which is very similar to vance dreaming of becoming just as mature as his upperclassmen. he really wants to make people happy and he likes the attention, so he keeps acting like a cute little brother around them. it makes people smile and he also gets headpats! he's also a heartslabyul idol in a way! astro who he doesn't want to give up and he still wishes to become an example for future freshmen, but it does.. get tiring sometimes.

merrill: lisa

listen. he has definitely cosplayed her at least once. i wouldn't be surprised if he also kinned her. LIKE LOOK AT THEM. LOOK. though i chose her not only because of them having this purple theme and teasing people often, i think their personalities really are similar. merrill doesn't like irresponsible and lazy people.. but he's also kinda lazy in a way. he's a third-year, but he has never tried to join any clubs before guess who found out recently that nrc students absolutely MUST join a club. oh well i guess merrill is a special case and he's a lot more relaxed than his cousin. he doesn't take most things seriously, for example, he agreed to be a stargazer only because he knew he would look good in that outfit. however, he's still okay with giving advice to his underclassmen and his advice is actually surprisingly good.

allen: childe

*SIGHS* look at this guy. this is literally allen. allen would say stuff like "hey girlie, hold still" UNIRONICALLY. I JUST KNOW IT. also that one quote from the official website? "behind that innocent, childlike exterior lies a finely honed instrument of war" yes, very allencore. and yeah, their financial situations are also similar, if allen was a genshin character, he would definitely go "traveler, move, let me pay for this", haha. his backstory also kinda has allen's vibes, idk how to explain.

roland: zhongli + kazuha

i just went "okay, so like, an old man and a chill guy who has a dark past. yep, that's roland". rayyan doesn't have to worry about having to fight roland though, he'd be more than happy to be kin twins with him <3 he would be glad to share a kin with mistral too! they'd be not only gardener buddies, but also kin buddies! :D

fake!jay: albedo + ayaka

yes, i did mention that jays are similar to ei and raiden, but.. i don't think they would actually kin them.. but hey, the cloning situation is still the same for albedo HAHA fake!jay definitely has albedo and ayaka's vibes, he's very elegant and prince-like (or at least he tries to act like that), his creator really tried to make him a perfect rsa student. however, jay also doesn't know much about this world, for example, he's not good with technology and he needs other students' help with things like that. he's excited to learn more though, he's a curious type and he's always ready to take more notes. also, this boy really wants to make more friends and have a fun school life, just like his creator wanted ;w; anyway, jay and damien should be friends. their personalities are similar, they have the same va and they're kin twins!

real!jay: rosaria

he would kin her. he just would. he would take a character that looks goth/emo/just edgy and go "yeah, that's me", EVEN THOUGH HE'S NOT GOTH/EMO AT ALL. they have similar vibes, they're very tired and can be rude and sarcastic, but.. that's where their similarities end. jay is much softer than rosaria, this guy wouldn't hurt a fly and he also really wants to be useful to ramshackle students, because they let him stay here and he feels like he owes them. but he wants to be this woman! he wants to be just as cool as her! he wants to believe they're more similar!

austin: diona + mona

austin saw diona and went "i wish i looked like this" HSDJFKDKSD. i think he definitely has diona's vibes, both of them are very >:( also i think they're similar, because austin obviously has a talent for dealing with technology and he knows a lot about it, but he actually finds it boring and he doesn't want to do anything with it, meanwhile diona hates alcohol, but works as a bartender. i think even if austin tried to break his own inventions, they would still work fine, just like diona's drinks taste good even if she tries to ruin them. about him kinning mona, IT'S BECAUSE OF THEIR PERSONALITIES. even though austin doesn't find technology that interesting, he's still proud of his skills and knowledge and he hates when someone turns out to be better than him. so please make sure to praise him a lot, okay? that's pretty much his only motivation, that's why he still works with machines, even if ignihyde students are terrified of him, they can't deny he's talented and they always praise him.

minnie: eula

minnie WOULD kin eula. she would look at her and go "omg you go queen, we're so alike". just like austin and diona, minnie and eula have >:( energy and they're very intimidating. also tsunderes haha however, if eula is hated because of her family, nrc students are scared of minnie simply because of how she acts around guys. MINNIE IS ALSO VERY STRONG THOUGH, SO IT'S GOOD THAT THEY'RE SCARED OF HER, SHE'S TINY BUT SHE CAN PUNCH YOU.

hayden: .. i'm gonna be honest here. i have NO IDEA which genshin character he would kin. this guy doesn't even know the game that well and finds it overrated. (in roland and fake!jay's case, roland would most likely get into genshin because he wants to be like the "cool kids" and fake!jay would ask other students about the game and he wouldn't actually play it, but he would read about the lore. ALLEN WOULD JUST GET INTO IT BECAUSE OF NEMIS) i'm also not sure which character he's most similar to? i thought of xingqiu and kokomi, but.. i think he would kin someone more dangerous. even though you shouldn't mess with kokomi I MEAN I GUESS HE CAN BE A CHILDE KINNIE TOO BUT CHILDE IS WAY TOO EXTROVERTED FOR HIM

riley: qiqi

should i even explain why riley would kin her. precious emotionless children who always go :| and talk slowly. i just know that riley would want to find a cocogoat too, haha.

angel: venti

THIS IS THE REAL VENTI KINNIE. angel is definitely.. something. they're weird, unpredictable, QUIRKY, no one knows what's going on in their head. some rsa students have never seen them before and they were SHOCKED when they found out that angel is actually a dorm leader. they're just.. not a perfect rsa student. in fact, they act more like a nrc student. and they keep saying that they want to be the best dorm leader at this school, but they'd rather let bunny do all the work and hang out with their dorm members instead. their responsibilities are just so boring.. um, they're still trying their best though!

bunny: sara

again, should i even explain this one. bunny will do anything for her dorm, even if she hates its students. she's still very responsible and she takes her job as a vice leader seriously. she wishes angel would be more like her though.. but oh well, she will continue to act like a loyal vice dorm leader until she can transfer to a different dorm. y-yeah, sara genuinely likes raiden and she's proud of being tenryou commission's leader, but.. hey, bunny doesn't have to be just like her to kin her!

#also a fun fact i kin klee barbara mona keqing and ayaka :D feel free to psychoanalyze me #i really couldn't kinassign hayden. i'm sorry my son #haha what if i assign them genshin elements-#friend: bree!#beauty with self grown thorns: avery #a gamer skater boy: vance #idia's e boy servant: merrill #the ultimate simp: allen #the gardening club leader: roland thorn #the literature and animals lover: jay #the lonely mechanic: austin #the mouse girlboss: minnie #the chameleon with a god complex: hayden #allen's kuudere cousin: riley #a strange but loving dorm leader: angel #a stressed vice dorm leader: bunny

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gt-cafe · 1 year

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✎.⋆About Me and This Blog⋆.➳

This is a Giant/tiny writing blog for both fanfics and original works with my ocs!

This is a side blog, my main blog is @selfshipping-shapeshifter where I chat with mutuals and gush about my f/os!

I have a few other writing blogs:

@self-shipping-selfcare where I write x Reader oneshots and headcanons (my main writing blog)

@letters-from-your-fo where I write exclusively letters (typically but not limited to love letters) from your f/o to you

@your-yandere-darling where I write exclusively yandere oneshots and headcanons (with fictional characters, my ocs, and/or just a yandere character type)

@fnaf-edits where my friend and I post exclusively Fnaf (he does edits, matchups, and kin assignments and I write oneshots and headcanons)

I go by Amber and Jonas and I’d really appreciate it if you used both names for me! I identify as genderfluid and a trans man; male, female, and nonbinary; and my pronouns are He/They/She. I’d really appreciate it if you mix up my pronouns/gendered terms when referring to me (ex: “Where are they, I saw them a while ago? Actually, I think he might be in his room. She’s always on her computer writing something.” or “He’s in here, but they’re too busy on her computer writing something.”) but if you must refer to me with one set of pronouns, I prefer they/them or he/him rather than just she/her

I’d also appreciate it if whenever you request something you make it seem like you’re ordering something, like from an actual cafe. For example you could say; “Could I order a Giant (Character/Oc) x Tiny Reader with extra fluff and a bit of spice?” or something like that based on your request? Of could you don’t have to, it’s just a fun thing I’d love to see and appreciate it if you played along :3

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Fluff

Angst

Suggestive scenes

Romantic oneshots/headcanons

Platonic oneshots/headcanons

Yanderes

Polyamorous relationships

Character x Reader

Character x My Oc

My Oc x Reader

My Oc x My Oc

Character x My Self Insert

My Oc x My Self Insert

And maybe more

✎.⋆I Won’t Write⋆.➳

Character x Character (sometimes, ignoring polyamory)

Smut (I can write suggestive scenes but I can’t write full-on smut)

Vore (I’m not very good at writing it, I’m sorry-)

YouTubers/Celebrities x Reader

Taboo topics such as Insest and pedophilia and more

Some of the weird fetishes

✎.⋆Fandoms I Write For⋆.➳

A Monster in Paris

At Dead of Night

Beastars

Bendy and the Ink Machine/Bendy and the Dark Revival

Call of Duty Zombies (Primis and Ultimis Richtofen only please)

Cuphead

Danganronpa

Detroit: Become Human

Doki Doki Literature Club

Five Nights at Freddy's

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Homegrown Pet

John Doe Game

Portal 2

Puss in Boots The Last Wish

Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs

Scrutinized

Skyrim

Spooky Month

Super Mario Bros Movie (Bowser only please)

Team Fortress 2

The Bad Guys

The Great Mouse Detective

Trapped With Jester

Undertale/Deltarune

Villainous

Yandere Simulator

Your Boyfriend

And maybe more I can't remember at the moment (please don’t hesitate to ask me if there’s a certain fandom I’ll write for, because I believe I write for more than this but I can’t remember all my fandoms)

✎.⋆Other Rules You Should Know⋆.➳

If you’re requesting something from Call of Duty Zombies, I’m still learning the lore and everything and I only write Richtofen as of now

For Danganronpa, I’ll write for the games only. I haven’t seen the anime yet, reason why I can’t write for it. I’ll also write for any character except Celeste and anyone from the anime and Ultra Despair Girls. My favorite characters to write for are Teruteru and Hifumi

For the Super Mario Bros Movie, I’ll only write for Bowser for right now

For Villainous, I haven’t seen the show yet but I have seen the shorts so I won’t write for anyone from the show only yet

I have the right to reject a request for whatever reason (I think I can’t write it, it’s not a fandom I’m in, I’ve already written something too similar to it, I’m uncomfortable with it, etc) and I might either answer your ask politely rejecting your request or I just delete the ask

If I'm obsessed with a certain fandom I'll be more focused on writing for it but I don’t mind if you request something from a different fandom (though I prefer if you request something from the fandom(s) that I’m currently obsessed with)

I’m a lazy procrastinator who fears I won’t be good at interpreting the characters well. It might take a while for me to finish your request because I either procrastinated, didn’t know how to write the character you requested, or both. Another reason why I wouldn't finish a request quickly is because I had a lack of motivation and/or inspiration which has been happening a lot recently, so if your request takes longer from that then I sincerely apologize

Please be specific when requesting something, if you aren't specific I'll assume you're fine with something random. And for polyamorous relationships, please specify the relationship (ex: Is Character A and Character B dating each other and the reader or are they simply friends who are both dating the reader?)

Crossovers are welcome here, the only rule is it has to be in my list of fandoms. You can still ask me if I know a certain TV Show/movie/video game/book/anime. If you request anything anime, chances are I don’t know it since I haven’t seen a lot of anime. I want to watch more, though (at some point)

Please be respectful and I hope you enjoy your time here!

✾.⋆I hope you enjoy your stay~♡

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your-yandere-darling · 1 year

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✿.⋆Hello My Beloved Darling!!~♡

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✎.⋆About This Blog⋆.➳

This blog is centered around yanderes; oneshots and headcanons with either fictional characters, my ocs, or just character types you want to see as yanderes (who may or may not become an oc of mine)

My DMs and inbox are almost always completely open for you to send a request (or chat but I’d suggest chatting on my main blog which I’ll tag in a bit :3)

Though, if requests are closed I’ll keep my inbox and DMs open just in case someone wants to chat or ask about something but if requests are closed, please wait until they’re open again to send a request :)

My pfp is my oc Klaus who is my favorite version of a yandere! My friend @torchiiko drew him for me!!

❥.⋆↜Masterlist↝⋆.★

❥.⋆↜My Ocs↝⋆.★

✎.⋆About Me⋆.➳

This is a side blog, my main blog is @selfshipping-shapeshifter where I chat with mutuals and gush about my f/os!

I have a few other writing blogs:

@self-shipping-selfcare where I write x Reader oneshots and headcanons (my main writing blog)

@gt-cafe where I write exclusively Giant/tiny oneshots (both original works and fanfics)

@letters-from-your-fo where I write exclusively letters (typically but not limited to love letters) from your f/o to you

@fnaf-edits where my friend and I post exclusively Fnaf (he does edits, matchups, and kin assignments and I write oneshots and headcanons)

✎.⋆I Will Write⋆.➳

Fluff

Angst

Suggestive scenes

Romantic oneshots/headcanons

Platonic oneshots/headcanons

G/t Stuff

Polyamorous relationships

Yandere Character x Reader

Yandere Character x My Oc

Yandere My Oc x Reader

Yandere My Oc x My Oc

Yandere Character x My Self Insert

Yandere My Oc x My Self Insert

And maybe more

✎.⋆I Won’t Write⋆.➳

Character x Character (sometimes, ignoring polyamory)

Smut (I can write really suggestive scenes but I can’t write full-on smut)

YouTubers/Celebrities x Reader

Taboo topics such as Insest and pedophilia and more

Some of the weird fetishes

✎.⋆Fandoms I Write For⋆.➳

At Dead of Night

Beastars

Bendy and the Ink Machine/Bendy and the Dark Revival

Call of Duty Zombies (Primis and Ultimis Richtofen only please)

Cuphead

Danganronpa

Detroit: Become Human

Doki Doki Literature Club

Five Nights at Freddy's

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Homegrown Pet

John Doe Game

Portal 2

Puss in Boots The Last Wish

Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs

Scrutinized

Skyrim

Spooky Month

Super Mario Bros Movie (Bowser only please)

Team Fortress 2

The Bad Guys

The Great Mouse Detective

Trapped With Jester

Undertale/Deltarune

Villainous

Yandere Simulator

Your Boyfriend

✎.⋆Other Rules You Should Know⋆.➳

If you’re requesting something from Call of Duty Zombies, I’m still learning the lore and everything and I only write Richtofen as of now

For the Super Mario Bros Movie, I’ll only write for Bowser for right now

For Villainous, I haven’t seen the show yet but I have seen the shorts so I won’t write for anyone from the show only yet

I love writing for yanderes because I find it fun but I don’t support anything any of them do

I heavily prefer to write for soft yanderes who are still very sweet and loving towards their darling, who still allow them to have friends and go out but are a tad bit controlling and manipulative but also very much lovesick and obsessed with their darling; I don’t really want to write for anything extremely abusive

Please be respectful and I hope you enjoy your time here!

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self-shipping-selfcare · 1 year

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✿.⋆Welcome My Beloveds to Selfshipping Selfcare~♡

❀.⋆Requests Are Closed~♡

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Love Like You (End Credits)

Steven Universe

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♪I always thought I might be bad

Now I’m sure that it’s true

‘Cause I think you’re so good

And I’m nothing like you♪

♪Look at you go

I just adore you

I wish that I knew

What makes you think I’m so special♪

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✎.⋆About This Blog⋆.➳

This is my main writing blog where I write fanfics (both requested and self indulgent) and post about selfshipping, f/os, and x reader stuff!

My DMs and inbox are almost always completely open for you to send a request (or chat but I’d suggest chatting on my main blog which I’ll tag in a bit :3)

Here I write Character x Reader oneshots and headcanons and sometimes Character/My Ocs x My Self Insert/Ocs (and maybe even My Ocs x Reader if anyone likes them enough)

❥.⋆↜Masterlist↝⋆.★

❥.⋆↜My Ocs↝⋆.★

✎.⋆About Me⋆.➳

This is a side blog, my main blog is @selfshipping-shapeshifter where I chat with mutuals and gush about my f/os!

I have a few other writing blogs:

@gt-cafe where I write Giant/tiny oneshots (both original works and fanfics)

@letters-from-your-fo where I write letters (typically but not limited to love letters) from your f/o to you

@your-yandere-darling where I write exclusively yandere oneshots and headcanons (with fictional characters, my ocs, and/or just a yandere character type)

@fnaf-edits where my friend and I post exclusively Fnaf (he does edits, matchups, and kin assignments and I write oneshots and headcanons)

✎.⋆I Will Write⋆.➳

Fluff

Angst

Suggestive scenes

Romantic oneshots/headcanons

Platonic oneshots/headcanons

Polyamorous relationships

Character x Reader

Character x My Oc

My Oc x Reader

My Oc x My Oc

Character x My Self Insert

My Oc x My Self Insert

And maybe more

✎.⋆I Won’t Write⋆.➳

Character x Character (sometimes, ignoring polyamory)

Smut (I can write suggestive scenes but I can’t write full-on smut)

YouTubers/Celebrities x Reader

Taboo topics such as Insest and pedophilia and more

Some of the weird fetishes

✎.⋆Fandoms I Write For⋆.➳

A Monster in Paris

Beastars

Bendy and the Ink Machine/Bendy and the Dark Revival

Call of Duty Zombies (Primis and Ultimis Richtofen only please)

Cuphead

Danganronpa

Detroit: Become Human

Doki Doki Literature Club

Five Nights at Freddy's

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Homegrown Pet

Portal 2

Puss in Boots The Last Wish

Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs

Skyrim

Super Mario Bros Movie (Bowser only please)

Team Fortress 2

The Bad Guys

The Great Mouse Detective

Undertale/Deltarune

Villainous

✎.⋆Other Rules You Should Know⋆.➳

If you’re requesting something from Call of Duty Zombies, I’m still learning the lore and everything and I only write Richtofen as of now

For the Super Mario Bros Movie, I’ll only write for Bowser for right now

For Villainous, I haven’t seen the show yet but I have seen the shorts so I won’t write for anyone from the show only yet

Please be respectful and I hope you enjoy your time here!

I have a Wattpad account and I’d appreciate it if you checked it out and gave me a follow! (Mayhaps read some of my stories? )

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letters-from-your-fo · 1 year

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To: Y/n

From: Amber

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Dear Y/n,

Welcome, my dear, to my blog! This is a writing blog themed around either fictional characters or my ocs writing to you or your oc! This is mostly focused on love letters from your f/o but I will take other requests not centered around romance! Do note that I center around romance due to the fact that my specialty is writing romance.

Here is my Masterlist!

Here is my Oc List!

My main blog is @selfshipping-shapeshifter and you should go follow it if you're interested! I chat with mutuals there and post about my f/os and ocs!

I also have a few writing blogs:

@self-shipping-selfcare where I write x Reader oneshots and headcanons (my main writing blog)

@gt-cafe where I write exclusively Giant/tiny oneshots (both original works and fanfics)

@your-yandere-darling where I write exclusively yandere oneshots and headcanons (with fictional characters, my ocs, and/or just a yandere character type)

@fnaf-edits where my friend and I post exclusively Fnaf (he does edits, matchups, and kin assignments and I write oneshots and headcanons)

✎.⋆I Will Write⋆.➳

Romantic letters

Platonic letters

Letters filled with fluff

Letters filled with angst

Letters from multiple characters

Letters from yandere characters

Letters to the reader

Letters to/from my ocs

And letters to your ocs

✎.⋆I Won’t Write⋆.➳

Character x Character (sometimes, ignoring polyamory)

YouTubers/Celebrities

✎.⋆Fandoms I Write For⋆.➳

A Monster in Paris

At Dead of Night

Beastars

Bendy and the Ink Machine/Bendy and the Dark Revival

Call of Duty Zombies (Primis and Ultimis Richtofen only please)

Cuphead

Danganronpa

Detroit: Become Human

Doki Doki Literature Club

Five Nights at Freddy's

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Homegrown Pet

John Doe Game

Portal 2

Puss in Boots The Last Wish

Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs

Scrutinized

Skyrim

Spooky Month

Super Mario Bros Movie (Bowser only please)

Team Fortress 2

The Bad Guys

The Great Mouse Detective

Trapped With Jester

Undertale/Deltarune

Villainous

Yandere Simulator

Your Boyfriend

✎.⋆Other Rules You Should Know⋆.➳

If you’re requesting something from Call of Duty Zombies, I’m still learning the lore and everything and I only write Richtofen as of now

For the Super Mario Bros Movie, I’ll only write for Bowser for right now

For Villainous, I haven’t seen the show yet but I have seen the shorts so I won’t write for anyone from the show only yet

Please be respectful and I hope you enjoy your time here!

Sincerely, Jonas~♡

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mocharaycookie · 1 year

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Hey so I was reading divine retribution and got concerned for ur seek

is that a kin memory are u okay? did the guiding light fuck with your memories?? Like manipulate them or something??

are you okay /gen /srs I really fucking hate those kinds of abusers the most when they have power over you and it's very scary so i'm i just need to know r you okay?? Are you fine?? Are you whole?? just making sure from a rush kinnie to a seek kinnie i need to make sure ur okay pls be okay

>is this a kin memory?

unfortunately yes i made an entire fic out of my cringe and lame Visions. this goes for more of my fics in the hotel nowhere sphere of things than you'd think btw

>are you ok? (x3 combo)

no 🖤

>are you whole?

no idea what the average wholeness is but yeah i guess in my standards i'm fine

>what is guiding light's fucking issue?

imagine being assigned as some sort of godlike Thing to say the least to watch over a trapment for freaks and then you just emotionally and sometimes physically neglect the entire thing. its like a mouse utopia in here

#nephro.txt #hotel nowhere #im not ok hope this helps. help #sorry if i misunderstood this ask

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Riding On

Ch23: Unnamed, Generic Baked Item

Summary: Fliss picks her wedding dress, whilst Frank has some great inspiration about a birthday present for his future wife…

Warnings: Bad language, 18+, Smut (NSFW 18+)

Pairing: Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

A/N: This is totally dedicated to @sweater-daddiesdumbdork . But it’s still a f**kin’ biscuit!

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Fliss Gallagher and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Riding On Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 22

“Mary, enough!” Frank’s voice rose and Mary glared at him, folding her arms.

“This is so unfair!” She exclaimed and Frank took a deep breath as he fed Alex another spoonful of porridge.

“You know what? You might think that, and I’m not even digging into the reasons why you’re wrong, but Fliss is already nervous enough about today and you kicking up a fuss over it is not going to help,” Frank levelled her with a look, “so get it out of your system right now, because if you’re still moaning when she comes down the stairs, you and me are going to fall out. Big time.”

Mary blinked, and then frowned. “What’s she nervous about? She’s only picking a dress.”

“Because it’s her wedding dress. It’s a big deal.”

“Which is why I wanna go!”

“And it’s also why you’re not!” Frank shot back, turning and feeding Alex some more as the baby had started to protest due to his dad’s attention being elsewhere. “Stack, you got bored within twenty minutes when they took you for your bridesmaid dress last week, so no, you’re staying here.”

“But-“

“It’s not open for debate,” Frank’s voice dropped even further, the warning tone unmistakable, “but feel free to carry on, see where it gets you.”

Mary was saved the trouble of responding as, at that point, Alex gave a loud yell and the bowl of porridge Frank had been feeding him from was knocked from his hands and landed all over the leg of his jeans. There was a pause, as Frank glanced down at the slop spreading over his thigh before he looked at Alex whose eyes were watering and seconds later a loud wail of frustration at the lack of food burst from his son’s mouth.

“For fffff sake, why?” Frank groaned, cutting the swear word short as he ran his hand through his messy hair, shaking his head.

“You know, I’m not much of one for all that fate and philosophy stuff,” his mother spoke as she walked into the kitchen, “but this, Frank, really does feel like straight up karma.”

Frank glared at her as he stood up and took the tea towel from the side and wiped at his jeans. “Fuck my life,” he muttered under his breath as Thor happily trotted over to the spilt porridge on the floor, cleaning it up with laps of his large tongue, Fred also hopping down off the seat at the breakfast bar to investigate the coveted, spilt human food.

“Karma for what?” Mary asked, from where she’d successfully manage to distract Alex from his tears by waving his little stuffed lion at him, the baby making grabbing gestures towards it.

“His own spectacular ability to misbehave.” Evelyn looked at Mary as she handed Alex the toy. “You know, he once sat down in the middle of a supermarket and refused to leave because I told him that it was Wednesday and Wednesday does not begin with the letter S”

Mary roared with laughter as Frank tossed the dirty towel into the sink before reaching into the cupboard for another jar of baby porridge.

“Look, that big yellow feathered bastard on Sesame Street told me that day was brought to me by the letter S.” He looked at Evelyn, then to Mary who was still howling with laughter, Alex now joining in, all tears forgotten. “He lied.”

“That was a particularly furious melt down, Francis.” Evelyn grinned and Frank rolled his eyes as he got the replacement porridge ready.

“What did you do?” Mary asked.

“It was your Grandfather that sorted him out, darling. He threw Frank over his shoulder and carried him straight out of the shop. I don’t know what he said or did, but by the time I got back to the car Frank was quiet as a mouse.”

“I think he threatened to feed me to said big yellow feathered bastard.” Frank chuckled as he sat back down and offered Alex another spoon of porridge which the baby eagerly took, making little appreciative noises as he did so. “Did you not notice I never watched another episode?”

“Another episode of what?” Fliss asked, and Frank looked up smiling at her as she crossed the room, Alex’s noises getting more excited as he looked at his momma.

“Sesame Street.” Evelyn supplied as Frank gave Alex another spoon of his breakfast, as Fliss dropped a kiss first on Mary’s head, then Alex’s, before finally pressing one to Frank’s cheek

“I’m not even gonna ask.” She snorted, moving to pour herself a coffee.

“Probably wise.” Mary nodded and at that Frank laughed.

“First sensible thing you’ve said all morning.” He teased, drawing another glare from the ten year old.

“Shut up.”

“Erm, enough.” Fliss looked at her, then to Frank. “The pair of you are worse than he is.” She nodded to Alex and then turned to Evelyn, waving the coffee pot in a silent question.

“Oh, no thanks. I had a tea before.” Evelyn smiled.

At that point, Thor gave a little woof and ran to the utility room, as Verity’s voice rang out in greeting.

“Nanny V!” Mary ran to her, giving her a huge hug as Verity smiled, bending down to give her a hug.

“Hey Pudding!” She beamed, standing up, before she glanced around the room, smiling. “Oh, where’s my little man?”

“I suspect at home on the sofa.” Frank quipped, earning him a light slap round the head as Verity leaned down to give Alex’s head a soft kiss, the baby laughing and grabbing at her hair. Frank hastily un-fisted Alex’s fingers from his Nanna’s auburn locks and handed him the spoon to play with instead.

“You ready?” Verity asked, looking at Fliss. She nodded, taking a large gulp of coffee before setting the mug down on the side.

“I’ll just go grab my purse.”

As Fliss left the room, Frank looked at Verity. “She’s nervous. A little overwhelmed I think.”

“Yeah, well it’s getting nearer and this is a big deal to most girls.” Verity smiled. “Plus, we all know she didn’t get to choose her last one so…”

“Well, let’s do what my mother did to me.” Evelyn smiled, as she looked up from where she’d been examining her lipstick in a pocket mirror. “Ply her with enough champagne and make it fun. She’ll be fine.”

Verity smiled and Frank rolled his eyes. “The last time you two plied her with champagne she barfed all over the bedroom.”

“Well,” Verity smirked, “that’s your problem now, not mine. Lord knows I’ve cleaned up enough of her and Steve’s drunken messes in my lifetime.”

“Thanks V.” Frank nodded seriously. “Thanks, a lot.”

*****

Fliss took a deep breath, zoning out as she rifled through a rack at the back of the room. Verity, Evelyn, Bonnie and Sian were all chatting away behind her but it was merely background noise as she scanned dress after dress, nothing catching her eye.

“Have you any idea on what you want?” A soft voice behind her made her jump and she turned to see the assistant, a slight, grey haired woman called Sofia who had been assigned to help them today.

“Nope.” Fliss sighed. “I’m sorry, I’m totally useless.”

Sofia laughed and shook her head. “Don’t worry about it Miss Gallagher, a lot of women come in with either no ideas at all or tonne of ideas that don’t work out. If you don’t know what you want, do you know what you don’t want?”

“Yeah, that’s easy.” Fliss nodded. “I don’t want anything huge, or full of tulle or, you know-” she held her arms out to the side. “-princess bride like. Did that last time, hated it.”

“In that case we can completely ignore these two racks!” Sofia smiled and Fliss grinned as she allowed the woman to lead her a little further round the room. “And that’s half the battle. So, have you been anywhere else before here?”

“Two other boutiques.” Fliss nodded. “And I found nothing.”

“You know, most people think it’s all easy and fun hunting for dresses but, well, I know when I was looking it was so stressful!”

“You’re not wrong.” Fliss stopped at one dress which had caught her attention. It was a plain, off white colour with a simple skirt and bodice with a little beaded detail and chunky straps. “I kinda like the cut of this one.”

“Ah, a trumpet cut.” Sofia supplied, nodding.

“But I don’t know about the neckline, it’s a little…”

“Boring.” Sofia smiled as Fliss snorted. “But, we’ll take it for reference.” The woman lifted it off the rack, placing it onto the rail she’d wheeled alongside them. “So where are you getting married?”

“St Pete’s Public Access.” Fliss smiled. “Which is another reason I don’t want a huge dress. I’ll melt.”

Sofia laughed. “Not to mention the sand getting stuck in it.” She grinned. “Okay, what about this one?”

She lifted a similar cut dress off the rail, this one with a slightly more detailed neckline and Fliss nodded. “Yeah, I quite like that.”

“And this one.”

As Sofia held up the third dress, Fliss paused, tilting her head to one side. “I love the back of this.” Sofia gushed, turning it round. “It’s so detailed.”

“It’s beautiful.” Fliss smiled, her hand reaching out to brush the detailed lace as she studied the garment in front of her.

“Oh, wow!” She heard her mum say and she turned to look at her, then Bonnie who held up the bottle of champagne, Fliss handing over her now empty glass. “Lissy, that’s stunning!”

“It’s gorgeous isn’t it?” Fliss beamed, taking the refilled glass off Bonnie with a thanks.

“The detailing.” Evelyn mused, before she looked at Sofia. “Is that a Nicolle Miller by any chance?”

“Yes.” Sofia looked at Evelyn, frowning, and Fliss turned her head to look at her future mother-in-law, raising an eyebrow.

“She’s from Massachusetts.” Evelyn smiled. “I’ve seen a few of her dresses from time to time, they’re quite recognisable if you know what you’re looking for.”

“My fiancé’s from Boston.” Fliss informed, and Sofia’s mouth made a little O of understanding before she smiled.

“Well, if that isn’t a sign then I don’t know what is.” She beamed. “Would you like to see it on?”

Fliss bit her lip, before she looked at her mum her gave her a huge smile. With a grin on her face, and for the first time that day, a feeling of excitement in her stomach she nodded. Handing her champagne over to Bonnie, she followed Sofia into the changing room at the back, and was soon out of her denim shorts and t-shirt, stepping into the dress. Sofia came in to help her do it up, and it wasn’t even half way fastened before Fliss simply knew this was what she wanted, not even caring it was the first one she’d tried on. Nothing was going to come close to this.

“It’s a little big, around the bust so just give me a second.” Sofia moved to the back of the cubicle and picked up a few clothes pegs, tugging the dress around so it fit right and Fliss smiled, smoothing her hands down over her stomach as she stood, admiring it.

It was hard to guess at the actual shape as its bottom dabbled somewhere between a trumpet and mermaid cut. Her hips were accentuated by the firm fitting cream colored, hand stitched floral lace sewn into a nude overlay. Her back and side panels were completely different. The creamy lace design covered her back and sides with just her soft and delicate skin underneath, the nude underlay that covered her breasts and behind a near match to her skin. It hugged her curves perfectly, the lace covered her shoulders and down her chest in a two finger width and came together in a beautiful heart shape neckline, showing off her delicate décolletage shoulders. It kissed her skin, allowing enough cleavage but much to the imagination as it elegantly, and yet still incredibly sexy, covered her body.

It was something Fliss would never have dreamed of getting married in before but now, well, it felt right. It felt like her.

She took a shaky breath, her vision swimming with tears before she locked eyes with Sofia in the mirror, the older woman giving an appreciative nod. “It looks gorgeous, Honey!” She then handed Fliss a tissue and Fliss took it, giving a little shake of her head.

“I’m sorry, I-“

“Don’t apologise,” Sofia waved her away, “it’s a big thing. Now, you ready to go show the rest of them?”

Fliss nodded and Sofia gathered up the train of the dress, and Fliss stepped out of the little room and into the main area of the boutique. As she moved into the room, the other four women turned to face her and Verity’s hand immediately flew to her mouth.

“What do you think?” Fliss asked, shyly. “I know it’s the first one I’ve tried on but I don’t think I want to bother with anymore, I love it.”

Bonnie raised her eyebrows, her mouth falling open. “Oh my God, Fliss.” She gasped. “It’s…”

“Stunning.” Evelyn nodded in agreement, as Sian gave a hum.

“Liss, you’ll knock him dead.”

Fliss gave a smile and then looked at Verity. “Mum?”

Verity’s hand was shaking as she moved it down, and she opened her mouth, before she closed it again, taking a deep and shuddering breath, Sian curling her arm round her shoulder.

“Oh, Lissy…” Verity sniffed, her face creasing up as the tears began to slide down her cheeks. Immediately, more tissues were offered as Fliss also felt her eyes watering at the sight of her mum crying in front of her.

“Mum, don’t!” She gave a little laugh and Verity shook her head, dabbing at her eye.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart but I never thought I’d be here with you, trying on dresses as last time…” She stopped herself as Sian gave her a squeeze. “And now seeing you there with that look on your face, in that dress, ready to marry a man you deserve to be with, well, this is all I ever wanted for you.”

By the time Verity had finished there wasn’t a dry eye in the room, even Sofia had shed a tear. Verity stepped forward and carefully pulled her daughter into a hug, before she stepped back, kissing her forehead.

“I love you, my baby girl.” She sniffed. “God, your dad is going to bawl his eyes out when he sees this!”

Fliss smiled, and Sofia then directed her onto a little box before she called over to another woman who headed across the room with a tape measure. As they took a few measurements for the alterations, Fliss was vaguely aware that her Mum and Bonnie were both taking a photo, but in all honesty her eyes were glued to her reflection in the mirror in front of her. And she wasn’t looking at her dress. She was fixated on the huge smile that was on her face, a smile that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop.

****** “Hey, Stack, how about we go outside for a little while?” Frank opened the door to the den. “Alex has gone down for his nap so it’s just us.”

“In a minute, I’m just looking at something.” She replied, her eyes still on her laptop as she lounged on her beanbag, Heartland playing on the TV in the background.

“Come on, you’ve been sat in here for hours.”

“Yeah but this is really cool.” She looked up. “I’ve been tracing Monty’s lineage again for my collage, and then I got looking at Heidi’s and dug into all this cool info on her and the other horses that she was bred from.”

Frank obliged as Mary gestured to him, taking a seat next to her on the floor as she moved the laptop so he could see it.

“So, this is Heidi, ‘Sandybrook Hideaway’.” Mary’s fingers pointed to the box at the left of the screen. “And this is Heidi’s dad, ‘Louella Inschello’ and this is her mom, ‘Tremontano Esmerelda’. I can go even further back and find like her grandparents and great grandparents all the way into the seventies.”

“How come Heidi had the name Sandybrook?” Frank asked. “And not Louella or Tremontano or whatever?”

“It doesn’t work like with humans.” Mary shrugged. “You can’t use people’s prefixes that don’t belong to you when you’re naming a horse. Fliss said that the people who bred Heidi made the prefix Sandybrook because of their farm being near the beach in England, and there was a brook running alongside the fields. That’s what all their horses then became called, Heidi being the first, look…”

She moved the screen along a little, and Frank traced the little line that ran from Heidi’s name to another box. “’Sandybrook Typhoon’, sire- Renkum Renogade, dam- Sandybrook Hideaway…” he trailed off before he looked at Mary. “Heidi had a baby?”

“Yup.” Mary nodded. “Fliss showed me photos of him on their website. He’s huge. And real pretty. He was a big, fancy dressage horse that one her friends used to compete and they kept him at the stud farm to breed from because he was that pretty, but he died three years ago. He broke his leg and couldn’t get better.”

“Ouch.” Frank grimaced.

Mary nodded. “I know. This was his last foal, look. ‘Sandybrook Cleopatra’. She was born in 2017, and check out her mom’s name.”

“Sandybrook Dirty Diana.” Frank smiled, and let out a chuckle as Mary smiled at him as she clicked on a small link which opened up to show a beautiful bay filly with four white socks and a white blaze. Her face markings instantly struck Frank as being very similar to Heidi’s even if she was a different colour.

“So this would mean that this one is Heidi’s granddaughter?” Frank asked.

“Yup.” Mary nodded.

“That’s pretty cool, Stack.”

“Mom thought so too.” Mary grinned. “She showed me how to do it as I wanted to check out Monty’s history. I asked her about Heidi’s and she showed me this and she was like, really smiling when she saw Cleo, she didn’t know they’d had a foal from Typhoon the year he died. And there’s lots of photos of Heidi as a baby too on their history page, and she has a really cool profile.” She took a pause for breath and Frank gently dropped his hand to the back of her head, smiling at her enthusiasm. “They added a bit last week to say she’d died and it’s kinda sad but also kinda nice. They thanked Fliss her for giving her a wonderful home and said there was no one better on the Earth for your horse to be sold to than an Olympic Gold Medal winner.”

“How did they know she’d died?” Frank asked. “Did Fliss call them?”

“She emailed them. She said she had also asked them about Cleopatra.”

“Asked about her? You mean to buy?”

“I think so.” Mary nodded. “She sold Bronson the other month and now Heidi is gone she only has Cap left.”

“Yeah, I know. She mentioned maybe getting another but I didn’t know she’d been looking.”

“I don’t think she has, it’s just because she saw Cleopatra. I mean, it would be cool if she did buy her.” Mary shrugged. “She’s a part of Heidi in a way isn’t she?”

“Yeah, suppose she is.” Frank mused. “So, was Fliss not sure about her then or…”

“She said she liked her.” Mary shrugged. “But she’s not for sale on the website so I don’t know what they said. They might have said no, or maybe it’s because she’s busy. You know what she’s like.”

Frank did, only too well. When it came to buying things for herself to enjoy, Fliss was actually very reserved. She didn’t think twice about buying stuff for the house, or for the family, or her work, but her own, personal things, she seemed to have a real reticence to simply splurge on, and he had a feeling that went back to when she’d been married previously.

As his eyes flicked over the details on the screen, an idea flashed in his head. And it was a crazy one but…

“What do you think she would do if we bought her one for her birthday?” He turned to Mary.

“What, bought her a horse?”

“Yeah.”

“This horse?” Mary pointed at the screen to the picture of the bay mare and Frank nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Probably call you a crazy asshole, start crying and say it’s the best present ever.” Mary looked at him and Frank chuckled.

“I can live with that.”

“You know, you better hurry up if you’re gonna do it. Mom’s birthday is like, weeks away!”

“It’s not until the end of July.” Frank replied. “We got nearly two months. Do you not think that will be enough time?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never shipped a horse over here from England!” Mary scoffed, before they shared a look, almost identical expressions of realisation crossing their faces as they instantly realised they both knew someone who had. “Poppa Bill!” Mary stated excitedly. “He’ll help!”

“Sure he will.” Frank nodded. “Right, you better get me the email address, Stack. And not a word of this to Mom okay? This is top secret.”

“What do you take me for?” Mary looked at him indignantly and Frank looked at her, raising an eyebrow.

“You really want me to answer that?”

Mary pondered for a moment before she snorted. “Not really.”

******

“So, did you have a nice time today?” Frank asked as they lay in bed later that night.

“Yeah.” Fliss smiled, snuggling further into his chest as his hand gently ran up and down her arm, his fingers softly tickling her skin. “I did.”

“Good.” He kissed her head. “I’m glad. You were so worried about it all.”

“That obvious, huh?” She sighed and Frank chuckled.

“To me, yeah.” He shifted a little to look down at her. “But that’s only because I know you so well.”

“I didn’t know what to expect.” She shrugged. “I was just a little overwhelmed at the thought, you know, of having to make the decision but when we got to the first shop, I dunno, I kinda realised that I’ve been making decisions about our wedding all along. And, when it came down to it, it wasn’t really that much different to when we picked your suit.”

Frank chuckled. “To be fair, Sweetheart, we’d been in the shop all of five minutes before you spotted the one you liked.”

“Hey, it wasn’t just me.” She protested, tilting her head to look at him. “You liked it too.”

“I do.” Frank agreed. “But I saw the look on your face when you saw it which is what completely sold it to me.”

A lightweight wool three piece suit dyed a stunning steel blue shade had fit Frank expertly. It made his eyes pop and the crisp white button down underneath offered a nice contrast. But what made Fliss fall for the ensemble was the tie. The flash of burgundy, sand, white and grey stood out against the white dress shirt with the stripes of blue pulling in the blue of the three piece. The tailor suggested a printed silk pocket swath with polka dots and paisley printed against a deep blue background.

Frank caught Fliss’ eye in the mirror as the tailor straightened the back of his jacket and arched his brow. She hastily released her lip from between his teeth and gave him a little sheepish look, and he bit back the snort at the fact he’d just caught her looking at him in the way she usually did when she was feeling a little bit ‘frisky’ for want of a better word.

“But I’m clean.” Frank joked, causing the tailor to look up a little, puzzled expression on his face and Fliss laughed.

“Yeah, well this is clearly your Professor look, not the dirty boat daddy one.”

At that the tailor scooted off, Frank watching him go before he turned to Fliss and shook his head. “You’re terrible, you know that?”

She shrugged and smiled as she looked him up and down appraisingly, stepping forward and smoothing her hands up the lapels of the jacket. “You look incredibly handsome, babe.”

Frank gave her a smile and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “You almost sound surprised.”

“Not at all.” Fliss shook her head.

A cough from the tailor interrupted them as he had returned with a shoe box and Frank gave him a nod as Fliss stepped back. Once he had laced up the shiny, burnt brown oxfords, Frank moved again to take in the final, finished look and took a deep breath, smiling.

He liked it. A lot.

“So basically, you picked the first suit you tried on and I picked the first dress I tried on.” Fliss snorted and Frank shrugged. “We’re getting married on the beach, having what is basically a barn dance with food trucks…are we taking any of this seriously?”

“Nope.” Frank shook his head and Fliss laughed again as he moved, rolling her a little so she was on her back and he was hovering over her. “But, I think both of us have taken life far too seriously for far too long enough, time for a little fun.”

“Well that fills me full of confidence since we’re writing our own declarations.” She teased and Frank arched his brow.

“You’re talking to an ex Philosophy Professor-”

“Assistant-“

“Whatever, the point is, I’m very good with words.” Frank smirked and Fliss scoffed. “I got you to go on a date with me, didn’t I?”

“That wasn’t down to your words.” Fliss shook her head.

“No? Was it my devastating good looks?”

“That and the fact you’re basically the best man I’ve ever met.” Fliss smiled. “Well, apart from my dad. And Steve. So you’re definitely in the top three best men I’ve ever met.”

Frank laughed and took a deep breath, before he moved, propping himself up a little on his elbow, brushing Fliss’ hair back off her face. “Joking aside, marrying you is something I’m taking very seriously. I can’t wait to say ‘I do,’ get that ring on your finger and finally call you my wife as well as the mother of my kids. But the minute that bit is done then, all bets are off. No stuffy formalities, no pointless, boring traditions, well, apart from the ones we decide we wanna uphold and absolutely no vowing to obey,” he looked at her as she took a breath, “which is a relief because, frankly, I don’t want to spend the rest of my life being bossed around.”

Fliss smiled, knowing full well what he was saying. That vow had been one that John had insisted on, and whilst she had never raised the issue to Frank directly, because in all honestly she didn’t feel she needed to, the fact he’d picked up on the way she’d subtly opted for the other vows when they’d had to pick them for the official, made her heart swell in her chest.

“So, I err, I also had another off the wall idea.” Fliss looked at him.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I know we said we weren’t gonna give each other presents and stuff for the wedding, but, I thought…actually, forget it.”

“No, come on tell me.”

“No, it’s…”

“Liss!” He said, looking at her and she sighed, her eyes moving away from his, scanning the inked words just below his collar bone.

“Tatoos.” She whispered, looking back at him. “I thought, well, that we could get one each. Not matching as such, but you know, for each other.” Frank blinked and she snorted. “See it’s a dumb idea, I just really want another and well, that was another thing I was never allowed, and-”

“I didn’t say it was dumb.” Frank cut her off, shaking his head. “I think it’s a great idea.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, I do.” He nodded. “I’ve been thinking about getting another for a couple of months now, I want one for Alex, so having one for you too, well then I’ve got a full set.”

She smiled, her fingers reaching up and tracing the Taurus on his bicep, Mary’s star sign. “What you thinking of getting for Bean?”

“The time of his birth, and the date underneath all in Roman numerals. On my other arm.”

Fliss beamed. “I love that.” She pondered. “I thought about one for the kids too, maybe on my wrist but I don’t know what yet.”

“Well, l can speak to Jake.” Frank kissed her nose. “He’s fucking sweet at art, tell him what we want he’ll draw us a couple of designs and then we can go to the place I got my last one done and book in.” He paused. “So, where you gonna get the one for me?”

“Well, I errr think, I mean if-” She paused, looking at Frank as he waited for her answer and she realised that for a split second she’d been about to ask his permission. But as he simply looked at her, she licked her lips and smiled. She didn’t need to ask, she could just tell him. “I know exactly where I’m going to have it.”

“Show me.”

“So bossy.” She smirked, pushing on his shoulders and making him sit up. Biting her lip she lifted her cami top up a little, her hand pushing up her left breast and she traced the area underneath, just along her rib cage. “Only you will really see it then, well, other than when I’m in a bikini, I suppose.” She stopped talking as she spotted the familiar darkening in Frank’s eyes as he took her in, his eyes sliding up her frame to meet hers. She bit her lip, smiling as he crawled back over her, pushing her back onto the bed a little, her top still hitched up.

“You know,” his hands gently slid up her side, fingers tracing the spot she was talking about, “that area is supposedly quite sensitive.”

“Really?” She whispered, her eyes closing.

“Hmmhmmm.” He hummed, dropping his head, placing a soft kiss just there, and her breath hitched, before she emitted a soft little squeak as Frank’s lips were replaced by his teeth when he gave a soft nip. “Oh, yeah, definitely sensitive. You’re gonna need someone to hold your hand.”

“Luckily I know just the guy.” She sighed, his mouth now trailing a path across her body to her sternum.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’ll take Steve.”

“You really want your brother there when someone’s tattooing under your boob?” At that she stilled and looked down at him. He paused, his chin resting in between her breasts and he gave her a quizzical look. “What?”

“Are you okay with that?”

“With what? Your brother being-“

“No, idiot!” She slapped his head lightly and he gave an ow of protest. “I mean with me having it there? I mean, if it means the guy there’s gonna see-“

“Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Then, yeah, I don’t give a shit.” He shrugged, his lips returning to her skin. “Now, can you shut up and let me give you an orgasm?”

“Just one?” Her voice was a breathy whisper as his lips traced their way up her neck and he gave a little growl, nipping at her jaw.

“Greedy bitch.” He mumbled, causing her to chuckle a little, before his lips met hers in a heated kiss. Her hands snaked into the back of his short hair, nails scratching his scalp a little as his tongue curled against hers in dominating swipes, a rumble in the back of his throat flowing into her mouth.

His hands curled around her hips, before they slid upwards and grasped at the top she was wearing which was bunched unevenly up around her chest. He pulled back and Fliss sat up a little to allow him to yank it off and he tossed it carelessly behind him, where it dropped somewhere onto the bedroom floor. His lips crashed back to hers with an urgency she met back movement for movement. Frank shifted, nudging her legs further apart with his knees, so he could settle in between them, his lips moving back to her jaw, down her neck, moving himself downwards, taking his time and lavishing affection all the way down her body. His hands curled round her knees as his nose skimmed below her bellybutton and he placed a soft kiss onto her tummy before he felt her tugging on his hair.

“Frankie, I want you.”

He peeked up at her, and arched a brow. “I thought you wanted more than one?”

“Changed my mind.”

“Fickle.” He muttered, as he sat up, pulling down her sleep shorts before he discarded his boxers, kicking them down his legs. He gently nipped at the inside of her thigh before he brushed his cheek and beard up her leg, smirking as he heard a tiny mewl from above. With a pace that was agonisingly slow he moved back upwards, his hands moving up the side of her body as he went, gently moving across, thumbs brushing over each of her nipples which were pebbled in anticipation. Fliss arched her back, inhaling sharply as her groin bumped against his, dragging a low grumble from his throat as she twitched underneath him, pressed up against where she needed him most. Taking her hands in his, his thumbs skated over her knuckles before he interlocked their fingers and pressed her hands down on the pillow next to her head.

“God, you’re beautiful." He mumbled leaning down and running his nose alongside hers before kissing her deeply. Fliss gave a little preen of delight at his praise, and he broke the kiss, his lips remaining on hers. “My perfect, Lissy.”

She responded by kissing him hard, a kiss which was broken when he slowly pushing inside her in a gentle, fluid moment, eliciting a moan from them both. He drew back a little and then thrust forward deeply, before he kissed her again, his hips finding a languid, rocking rhythm, his bottom lip nibbling on hers. Fliss rolled her body up taking him deeper, moans and gasps slipping freely into each other’s mouths as he slowly built up his rhythm, his fingers curling around hers tightly as he watched her, felt her shudder as he hit her spot again and again with every rut of his hips until she was writhing underneath him, begging him not to stop.

And he didn’t, not until he’d dragged two orgasms from her, and he’d almost managed a third when he knew he couldn’t fight off his own release any longer. With a whimper that was almost pathetic, he slowed down, his hand dropping between them to stroke at her sensitive nub, and with a hoarse sob she bucked violently as she came again, her walls tightening around him and with a choked cry of her name he let go, his release coating her walls and he throbbed inside of her as she pulsed around him. His elbows gave way and he pitched forward, his sweaty brow pressing into the crook of her neck as his chest heaved, both of them completely spent.

Fliss happily welcomed his weight on top of her as he caught his breath, both of them trembling in the afterglow. She flexed her fingers and he let go of her hands, and she slid her arms round him, fingers dancing up his spine. Frank gave a soft hum of contentment as he lazily raised his head, catching her mouth in a soft kiss before his nose bumped against hers.

He was in no rush to move, which suited Frank fine as he lay there, on top of her, slow kisses being traded before eventually he pulled back and she gave him a soft smile, which lit up her entire face.

“Was that enough for you?” He asked cheekily and she laughed, swatting at his back with her hand.

*****

The next week or so passed in a whirl of work and overseeing the construction at the yard. Frank was still mad busy, but he’d pushed his nagging feelings about his job to the back of his mind. He and Fliss had talked about it at length and he’d decided to wait until the wedding was done before he made a final decision. Whilst Fliss had told him she’d support him either way, he didn’t want to throw his career into turmoil whilst they had so much going on.

The yard expansion was progressing to schedule, despite a pretty nasty storm which had initially set them back a day or so, but Frank had to hand it to the guys Bill had recommended, they’d pulled the lost time back. And, to top it all off, he’d even managed to finish the final mechanical works to his boat, which meant now all he had to do was the cosmetic work. For that, he was happy to let Bill help, his future father-in-law very eager to lend a hand on Friday evenings, especially when the job came with a steady supply of beer.

It was win-win as far as Frank was concerned. Fliss and her mum would sit in the garden, drinking wine, dipping in and out of the pool whilst Mary was at Roberta’s, the four adults taking dinner together, which he always enjoyed, and it also meant he could rope Bill into his master plan for Fliss’ birthday. When he’d first told him his idea, Bill had grown a little emotional, admitting to Frank that seeing him care so much that he want to do something as thoughtful as that for his baby-girl was something he appreciated beyond belief. Frank also consulted Joanne, and between the three of them they now had a pretty watertight plan. Bill was lending Frank the money, for which Frank was grateful for as, whilst Joanne had helped him to the negotiating on the price for the animal, the transportation and associated veterinary fees were more expensive than the damned horse herself. Should the overall amount it was going to cost him go missing from their savings, Fliss was going to start asking questions and he wanted it to be a total surprise.

All in all, Frank was as settled and happy as he had felt in months. Life was good, and as the middle of June rolled round, the feeling in the Adler-Gallagher household was as relaxed and as happy as it had ever been.

“Awww you want a biscuit, Baby?” Fliss looked at Alex who was making grabby hands at the one she had in her hand. “Okay, here…”

She snapped the cookie into two and handed him a half. Alex looked at it for a second before he shoved it in his mouth, turning to look at Frank as he walked into the kitchen. The little boy raised his hands making cooing noises before jamming his precious treat back into his mouth.

“Hey, you got a cookie, buddy?” Frank smiled as Alex made a little noise of delight at the taste, and Fliss cleared her throat.

“He has a biscuit.”

Frank looked at Fliss, rolling his eyes before he moved and picked up the packet, pointing to the label.

“They’re cookies, Fliss.”

Fliss groaned. “Cookies are a specific type of biscuit. What he has there is not a cookie!”

“Look, Lissy, you’re gonna confuse the boy.” Frank looked at her. “Poor kid’ll be going to a restaurant and askin’ for a biscuit, expecting cookies, and then they bring him like biscuits and gravy and-“

“Don’t even get me started on those, Francis.” Fliss narrowed her eyes, pointing at him. “They’re not biscuits, they are scones.”

“The hell they are!”

“Oh piss off, Frank!”

Frank gave a loud laugh. “Hang on, are we actually arguing about this right now? Over what we call a certain baked treat?”

Fliss bit into one of the offending items and smirked. “Get it right and we won’t be.”

“You are such a fucking brat at times!” Frank shook his head as Fliss grinned and shrugged.

“So?”

“Just stating a fact, Sweetheart.”

“So am I. They’re biscuits”

“Oh for the love of-look,” Frank once again nudged the packet on the island, “they’re cookies and nothing you say or do is gonna make me call them anything else!”

“Nothing?” Fliss raised her eyebrows.

“Nope.” Frank folded his arms.

“Hmmm.” Fliss took a step towards him, her hands wrapping round his arms, pulling them away from his chest before her palms flattened on his pecs, smoothing up to his shoulders. “Call them biscuits, Sailor, and I’ll go down on you so fast you can’t even remember your own name.”

“They’re biscuits.” Frank replied immediately, the second she played that card, he didn’t give a shit what the hell they were called.

Fliss laughed, her hands sliding up round his neck. “Like I said, brains are in your dick.”

“Yeah, and now my dick’s gonna be in your mouth, Cowgirl.” Frank shot back, causing Fliss to snort. “Better get to it, I need to go pick Mary up in ten.”

“Hmmm, yeah, I didn’t specify when.” Fliss patted his chest and stepped back as Frank blinked, before he shot her a playful glare.

“You fight dirty.”

“Oh, Sailor.” Fliss tossed her hair over her shoulder as she moved back to the kitchen to move their used breakfast dishes from the sink to the dishwasher. “You should know this by now.”

“So, you basically expect me to drive down to St Pete’s now with a semi hard-on?”

Fliss looked at him. “It’s your own fault?”

“How is it my fault?” Frank laughed, incredulously.

“If you’d have just agreed I was right in the first place, then you wouldn’t have a problem.”

Frank blinked before he shook his head, turning to Alex. “Your momma’s logic blows my mind, Bean.”

“That’s the only thing that’s getting blown, Fliss quipped and at that Frank let out a loud laugh, “for now.”

She shot him another look over her shoulder and Frank groaned, knowing full well that if he didn’t leave he was going to end up pounding her over the kitchen island. And, as tempting as that was, he had places to be.

“Come on, Son.” Frank unclipped Alex from the seat. “Let’s go get your sister.” He reached over and grabbed a cookie from the packet. “Here, have another unnamed, generic baked item for the trip.”

**** Chapter 24

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ggukstummy · 4 years

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so let them bloom

pairing: Painter! Taehyung x Reader, Angel! Jimin x Reader

genre: angst, just angst. pure angst. hopefully i make you cry :')

one line description: (Y/n) fell in love that could never be.

word count: 3k

Petals.

All she could feel were the petals stuck in her chest.

So let them bloom. She watched him, Kim Taehyung, The man behind the flowers in her lungs. because he was so beautiful, who wouldn’t grow a garden for him? (Y/n) took notice of the little details, his tiny mole and his beautiful laugh. The gallery he put together was finally for the whole world to see and visit, and the paintings proved his talent and hard work had made this moment finally happen.

(Y/n) turned her head away from staring at him talking to a friend, she was desperate to keep this a secret. This one sided crush, though the tightness on her throat begged to differ. This was no crush. And she knew that her heart ached because she was longing to just be in his arms. A sigh came to her, then a fit of coughs trailed after and the hands on her sides quickly covered her mouth, something was coming out. Taehyung looked to his best friend and the boxy smile he wore was immediately replaced with a concerned frown.

“Are you okay, (Y/n)?”

“As fresh as a Daisy!” she chuckled, one palm behind her as she turned to look at him, the twinkle on his eyes grew brighter at her words, and he laughed a bit before he resumed talking to his friend.

Her grip on the blood red petals tightened.

Jimin’s dazed eyes made contact with Taehyung’s. He murmured tiny yes’s and granted his friend a few nods. Jimin wasn’t really into the conversation anymore, not after the girl he’s looking after had just spoken.

Park Jimin was an angel. He had no business being here, save for the fact that his target was standing behind him. (Y/n) was fated to die the moment she fell in love with Kim Taehyung, and while she might look like she’s admiring the golden splotches on a framed piece, he knew what she was trying to distract herself from; the crimson flowers in her hand. He had been very intrigued with the concept of love. Who would ever risk dying in the name of such sin?

Not him, never.

Because love was forbidden for angels. Jimin was destined, doomed to never feel. Attachments are useless in an angel’s line of work, and would only hinder their purpose- to take the lives of their assigned targets. He found the idea of Grim Reapers almost silly. Never in his life had he seen such a hilarious belief of hooded gruesome figures taking people’s lives, when the only ones doing so couldn’t be more opposite. If they knew death looked as beautiful as his kin, would they seek it?

Taehyung, as much as he enjoyed talking about his paintings, found his friend staring at the distance, and he craned his head to see what had caught the petite man’s attention. Seeing his line of gaze pointed at (Y/n), he giggled a little before poking fun at him.

“That beautiful lady you’re staring at is (Y/n)!” Taehyung beamed, “She’s my good friend, wanna meet her?”

Jimin snapped his head back to Taehyung, “Huh? Yes- I mean no! No, no thanks.”

“Why not? You’re a nice person and single. She’s a nice person and single, I can try hook you up with her, she’s a good person!”

“Just- no. I’m not looking for anyone right now.” Jimin’s ran his hand through his locks, the beautiful black tousles in his touch, “I thought I told you that already.”

“That was three months ago!” The blond responded, a scrunched forehead made way into his handsome face, “I just don’t want you to pass a chance when they’re right there! (Y/n) doesn’t like anyone right now!”

“How do you know that?”

“I know her Jimin. I’ve known her since I was little, since SHE was little. Trust me, I would know whether she liked someone or not.”

Jimin kept silent, deciding to sip on the drink he had in his right hand to avoid speaking of the matter. Even if Taehyung were successful in finding him a partner, he would never truly be able to love them like how humans love. That’s just in his nature, how he was created. Besides, he was certain he wouldn’t stick around long enough for this human to find him anyone. Once (Y/n) dies, which is due soon, he would be gone from his life forever.

It was a sunny day the first time Jimin spoke to (Y/n), when the woman had been tending the stray cat who roamed around her block. It wasn’t that Jimin tried to approach (Y/n), no, as he had always been around to watch over her just in case she died a death that wasn’t hers, but maybe that day he was too close, for the cat’s ear flicked up as soon as it could sense his presence, and he couldn’t help that angels just naturally attract living forms.

“Hey- hey! Don’t just jump out of my arms after you had taken all my food-”

Beautiful brown orbs blink back at her, and (Y/n) soon found herself wishing that she hadn’t spoken so loudly to the orange feline. Was that what brought him here?

“Oh! I- I didn’t realize there was somebody here!”An awkward smile painted her face, “Is he yours?”

Ah. She must be referring to the content kitty purring in his arms. Jimin shook his head, fingers absentmindedly stroking the forehead of the little creature. “You come here everyday to take care of him, you know he is a stray.”

“How’d you know that?”

“I live around here.”

“Well, he seems to like you.” The woman stated, “I’m glad that there’s someone other than me looking out for him! I’m not always going to be here.”

Jimin knew what she meant.

And he knew he should have gone back home after that, should’ve let the cat out of his hold and mutter a response before never meeting her again. Jimin had already messed up when she found out he watched her feed the cat everyday, and by god he needed to keep his sights straight. This is his job. He needed to complete it and move on to the next target.

But Jimin came everyday anyway.

He came everyday to talk to her, convincing himself that this was in his line of work, that he was taking pity on this mere human, about to die in weeks for her love would never be returned.

“Jimin, hi!”

“(Y/n)!”

A meow came then, perhaps the cat greeted them both. (Y/n) knelt down to scratch the cat, looking at Jimin with a brow raised as she did so, “You’re here everyday now too, where do you actually live? I still don’t know.”

“That’s not that important,” Jimin pointed to a random street, “It’s that way. I don’t live near here.”

“Well, you must love this kitty to come here everyday then!” (Y/n) giggled, booping its pink nose. The orange calico looked at her confusedly. “You feel that kitty?? The love from Jimin? I bet it must feel nice, being coddled everyday like this!”

Meanwhile, the man being talked about had gone quiet. Love? Does he love this cat? He shook his head, no, it isn’t the cat that he looked forward to every time he came here.

He stared at both of the mortals, nothing but a soft smile slowly formed on his face. And he knew he wasn’t supposed to feel this way, or feel at all for that matter. But the moment was just too perfect not to relish in..

“I guess I really do love her.”

(Y/n) made eye contact with the angel, “Sorry, the rascal was trying to bite my hand. What were you saying?”

“The cat.” He grinned, “I guess I really do love the cat.”

(Y/n) didn’t know what it was about the man named Park Jimin. She couldn’t deny her attraction towards him, it almost felt otherworldly, inhuman even. He was beautiful and stunning and gorgeous.

But this wasn’t love, it could never be, not as long as these flowers in her lungs still bloom and this ache in her chest still stayed whenever she thought of Kim Taehyung.

Her dry chuckle at the thought brought Jimin’s attention towards her figure. Jimin looked at her before turning his attention back towards the cat, petting him softly then standing up to greet her.

“(Y/n), hello.” His cheeks lift slowly to form a soft smile, “Come play with me and the kitty.”

The woman grinned back at him, she wasn’t feeling well today, so she just decided to briefly stop by, knowing Jimin would take care of the rest regarding the cat they had decided to take care of together somehow.

“Unfortunately, I’m only here to drop you these today,” she pulled out an opened can of sardines and a ball of yarn and handed them to him. The cat was biting the dirty toy mouse Jimin had gotten him. She would have to wash that, she noted. But not today. She couldn’t be bothered today. Something felt off and she just wanted to go home and sleep. “I don’t feel good, I think I just need some rest.”

“Are you sure?” Jimin quickly put down the can of sardines for the cat to munch on, dropping the ball of yarn as well. “I can accompany you home if you’d like.”

“No, Jimin-” a headache shot through her, “I’m fine. I can get home myself at least.”

The frown on Jimin’s face was clear as day, clearly he did not like the idea of letting her go back alone, yet he nodded and wished her a safe journey back home. The black haired man turned to look at the cat again, happily gobbling his food. Without thinking, he started petting the furry creature once more, mind going elsewhere.

Jimin, you’ve crossed the line. He told himself. Why’d you offer to take her home? You promised yourself this is as far as you would take it. She is human and you are an angel. This has to sto-

“Ouch!” The bubble he had put himself in burst when the calico decided to bite his wristwatch, he gave him a stern look, “Bad kitty, look what you’ve done to my watch..”

Jimin sulked, looking at his watch now sporting a scratch, at least it didn’t cover up important parts like the numbers and date. Jimin continued his activity of giving love to the cat, his fingers curling to lovingly stroke his head before something passed his mind.

Oh no.

He looked back at his watch.

He sucked in a breath.

Oh no no no.

The date.

It was 20th May.

Jimin had never had his mind this empty, hear every beat of his heart this loud. He had never stood up and ran this quickly, eyes dilated, and if he could give out cold sweat like humans could, he would’ve. He near flew towards the direction of (Y/n)’s home, almost revealing his white feathers for every passerby to see.

How could he forget his work? The sole task he was given when he was sent down to earth? The longer he took to get to her, the longer she would feel the flowers. He had to be by her side in an instant, to free her from their blooms.

It hadn’t been two minutes before Jimin saw her lying down on a bed of flowers, coughing, crying in pain and clutching her chest. Jimin almost instinctively ran towards her, wanting nothing more than to cradle her head, easing her of her hurt that he almost didn’t notice his good friend had already did that for him.

Kim Taehyung.

The man himself.

Jimin didn’t know what to do. He watched the intimate moment between them both, cursed the disease silently as he stared at the two of them. He knew he had to flick his finger and reap her soul, take her away for the head angel to decide what next. But Jimin decided to give them both mercy, for (Y/n) had taught him empathy and sympathy. He granted them one last chance to talk to each other.

Taehyung had found (Y/n) collapsed on a sea of red near the river he usually passed by to go home. His fingers trembled, sweating bullets and he lifted his friend’s head to lay on his thigh while he crouched so shakily he thought he might’ve passed out. Why is- why is she coughing so loudly? Why is her face so scrunched up in pain and her throat- oh god, why does it sound like she couldn’t breath?

He had thought it was blood that she was coughing out, panic taking over him so much until he took a deep breath to calm down before realizing that this- this wasn’t blood.

These were flowers.

Taehyung’s world stopped, his best friend was hurting because of some person?

“...Who?”

Fate was cruel, fate was cruel because not only did (Y/n)’s life was about to be taken away for she loved a man that didn’t love her back, fate also decided that the same man would be a nice man. A good man. A man who would feel guilty finding out that he was the reason somebody died.

(Y/n)’s coughs subsided. Was this what little mercy god had given her? To talk to the culprit of her death? The man she loved so much she would die for him?

She wanted to look at Taehyung so badly, but his stare was too heavy and she was too weak.

“...You.”

If Taehyung’s world stopped before, it came crashing down right after.

“Me..?”

Maybe (Y/n) shouldn’t have told him, then Taehyung could’ve continue living his life guilt-free, safe from not knowing, but some selfish part of her which had dreamed for his arms for so long couldn’t hold back much longer.

“Yes, you.” Her eyes twinkled, finally looking at the man, she can feel death closer than ever and though the tightness was still in her chest, she felt a burden lift from her shoulders, “I love you Kim Taehyung.”

Why him?

“No,” Taehyung could feel his heart break, “No. You- you don’t love me. You don’t. Don’t- don’t do this (Y/n). I would never- I would never cause you so much pain. ”

“You didn’t Taehyung.” The smile she gave him was so beautiful, and he loved her so much, god he loved her so- so much- but not in the way she loved him back. “Nobody did. I put this upon myself, and I’m happy.”

“Are you really?” The tears started falling, like drops of glitter onto her cheek, “(Y/n), are you really?”

“Couldn’t be happier.” She grinned, the bloom in her throat much more apparent to her.

He clutched her tighter to his chest, wishing, praying to every power out there to do something. Make him love her. Make her love someone else. But he couldn’t do anything except hold her a little closer, because he was just Kim Taehyung, a mere human.

The funeral was sunny, held in a beautiful field serving as the grave site where she would lay to rest. Her body was laid onto the wooden coffin she would soon be encased in forever, the white dress she was wearing looked ethereal and Jimin knew among all the souls that he had taken, he would never forget hers.

Taehyung had just finished his speech, sobbing and crying. Everybody was, except for him. Jimin tried his best to avoid meeting Taehyung, feeling guilty that he was the one who reaped her soul, but also angry that Taehyung would not love her back.

They wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the both of them.

“Jimin…?”

Jimin groaned inwardly, before pretending to had just notice him, “Oh, Taehyung..!” It was forced.

“You… you know (Y/n)?”

Of course he would ask that. This was her funeral.

“Only a little bit.”

Taehyung cried some more, and Jimin couldn’t help but feel awkward as he’s standing there, watching him do so. Taehyung gripped his hand and dragged him to where she was. He knew that Taehyung wanted to punish himself by looking at her.

So Jimin let him take the lead and stop right in front of her casket.

“It’s all my fault.” Taehyung’s voice was quiet, and Jimin looked at him as if it was the first time he found out.

“Oh- oh really?” He gulped the saliva down.

Taehyung could only nod, hands brought together. His mind had only apologies in them, hoping that (Y/n), wherever she was brought to, could hear and forgive him.

It was after two hours that Taehyung finally ran out of tears to cry, and everybody had gone home too. The only sound that was there was the wind blowing through the grass, rustling and playing within the meadow. The duo stood quietly, before Taehyung spoke.

“How did you meet her?”

Jimin thought about it for a second, “Through you.”

“So you decided to talk to her in the gallery after all?”

“Not quite.”

The conversation continued on for a few moments, before the sun started to set and Taehyung had to go home for he still had to take care of his siblings.

And only Jimin was left.

He drew closer, looking at her. Like how he would with their cat, absentmindedly reaching out to touch her cheek. She looked so beautiful in there, so beautiful yet so lonely. He wished they could’ve spent more time together, but angels need to move precisely on schedule, and he could not waste anymore time admiring the woman who made him feel for the first time-

He felt it.

The petals.

A tear went down his cheek.

So let them bloom.

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doritopaw101 · 3 years

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Arc1, book 3: Chapter 2

Silverstream sighed as the water lapped at his paws and belly. He felt the soft paws of Featherkit and Gillkit nudge his belly, their small whimpers made him smile. He moved his body a little making it easier for his kits to latch.

'Graystripe says Featherkit looks just like me. I wish I could see that for myself' Silverstream thought with sorrow. Mudfur did his best to save his eyesight, even trying some herb mixtures that he was taught by WindClan's old medicine cat Hawkheart, but nothing worked. Silverstream didn't care too much; there were worse fates.

"Um… Silverstream?" Silverstream turned his head to the sound. Although he couldn't see that well anymore, he recognized the voice as Dogpaw's, and could also smell Vixentail, Blackclaw, and Bluepaw with them.

"Yes, Dogpaw?"

"I brought you some carp," Dogpaw mewed. "I know it's your favorite."

"I made sure that it's not poisoned this time," Vixentail growled, while Dogpaw let out a little whimper of guilt. Personally, Silverstream didn't blame Dogpaw or Bluepaw for the fish, no matter what others thought. He knew the apprentices already had enough struggles, and he knew it was the Twolegs fault.

"Thanks, Dogpaw," Silverstream mewed, pawing at the ground to find where Dogpaw had put the fish. Feeling its wet, slimy form beneath his paws, he bent down and began to chew on it.

Blackclaw must've been watching him struggle to find the fish, because she murmured, "We don't need any more blind cats," under her breath. Vixentail murmured a quiet agreement, but Silverstream still heard them both. He was used to the blind comments by now. He knew the only reason they didn't say it to his face was because he was Stormstar's kin. At least my father still treats me the same.

Silverstream had always tried not to be too offended by Blackclaw's smart remarks. After all, she had always thought he was above everyone else. Being the son of Shimmerpelt and Piketooth, two very respected fisher and fighter respectively.

And as for Vixentail, she liked to follow the black tom's lead a little too much, in Silverstream's opinion.

He was glad Stonefur dumped Blackclaw in favor of Skyeyes. He didn't deserve to be Stonefur's mate.

"How's Featherkit and Gillkit?" Bluepaw asked, the kits in question mewling loudly as they still laid pressing against Silverstream's stomach.

"Loud as ever," Silverstream chuckled. "Hungry too, I think my milk is fine for now though Bluepaw"

"What's it like being blind?" Dogpaw

"Dogpaw!" Vixentail hissed, and the loud thwack of someone's paw hitting the back of the Dogpaw's head followed.

"Ow!"

"It's fine," Silverstream said plainly. "Imagine not being able to see, but your other senses increased tenfold."

"That's cool!" Dogpaw mewed.

"No, it's not," Vixentail muttered.

"What's going on here?" Silverstream almost jumped at the sound of Voleclaw's voice. He hadn't even noticed the tom creep up on them. "Silverstream, are they bothering you?"

"Only Vixentail and Blackclaw."

"We need to take your kits," Blackclaw said. "Featherkit in fact"

Vixentail made a shocked sound but Silverstream couldn't tell if that was genuine or not.

Silverstream could recognize irritation in Voleclaw's voice now. "Why would you ever?"

"We need to make sure it healthy."

"That's Mudfur and Bluepaw's job, not yours, fish-face," Silverstream growled. "This is my kit, and you will not refer to her as it, you will refer to her as her name and that alone, Blackpaw."

Blackclaw hissed.

"Leave," Voleclaw snapped at the pair. "Don't you have patrols to do? I know Willowheart and I gave you somewhere more important to be, Blackclaw."

Blackclaw released another defiant hiss, but he was still obliged by Voleclaw's orders. Silverstream could hear him mutter angrily to himself as he stalked away with Vixentail following after him. Before the two disappeared, Vixentail called, "Come on, Dogpaw!"

"Dogpaw can stay. You two can swim away," Silverstream replied, curling his tail around Featherkit, Gillkit, Dogpaw, and Bluepaw.

Silverstream growled in frustration, water splashing everywhere. He missed another fish.

"Silver, I know you love fishing, but maybe-"

"Don't, Minnow. Just don't," he replied shortly. He knew what his sister would say, and that was sending him back to camp. But Silverstream didn't want to go back there again, not after what had happened with Blackclaw and Vixentail. He thought that by coming out here, he could prove herself to them again by relearning how to fish as a blind warrior, but it seemed impossible.

They felt like a dead weight in the clan, but he didn't want to feel this way anymore. Bluepaw encouraged him to help Mudfur gather herbs, but Silverstream wasn't sure if he should offer to be the old medicine cat's apprentice when his heart still yearned to be a warrior.

"You know that I'm not trying to be rude, but…" she trailed off.

Silverstream sighed. "You know I'm not really useful being blind now."

"I love you, Silver. You're my littermate."

"I know, and I love you too, Minnowpool. That's why I know you wouldn't say what you know is the truth."

Minnowpool's pelt brushed comfortingly against Silverstream's side, and he sighed. Would he ever get to be a warrior again, or was he doomed to be useless to the clan from now on?

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Icefire flicked his tail back and forth, watching the clan as they moved around the camp. He had Mistlekit nuzzled in his tail while Snowkit was playing with Waspkit and Hornetkit. He had managed to assign patrols, with some of Leopardstorm's help. The pointed white tom had been helping him adjust and even helped watch the kits with him before he led a patrol to Sunningrocks.

Taking care of kits was still something he enjoyed doing, even with his deputy duties keeping him on his toes. He'd been taking a lot of care for Milk-kit, Snowkit, and Mistlekit. Mostly to give Nettlemist a break and honestly he didn't mind bonding with the kits and wanted to look out for Milk-kit and Snowkit because they don't exactly fit clan norms.

He saw Shrikepaw bring over a sparrow, her fur just as frazzled and spiky as his Fuzzypelt's had been. "Been hunting?"

"Yep, caught this one easily," Shrikepaw purred. "I caught two squirrels, too."

"Can you take it to the elders?"

"Yep," Shrikepaw mewed. "That was okay, right?"

"Of course, sweetie," Icefire replied, licking his kit's forehead. He chuckled when he felt Milk-kit try to latch, he was so telling her this when she was older. He felt Goldenflower lay beside him. "I'll watch them, go stretch your legs," she mewed. "Shrikepaw, you can help, if you want."

"Cool."

Icefire slowly got up and made his way around camp, deciding to pay a visit to the elders. As he approached the fallen oak where the elders made their den, voices drifted up from behind its bare branches.

"Darkstripe's kits will be born soon, and Cherrycloud and Thymeroot have finally named their kits," Speckletail mewed.

"New kits are always a good omen, sister," White-eye purred. "What are they called?"

"Badgerkit and Stork-kit"

"Starclan knows we could do with a good omen," Smallear muttered darkly.

"You're not still fretting about the ritual, are you?" Patchpelt croaked. Icefure could imagine the old black-and-white tom flicking his ears impatiently at Smallear.

"The what?" White-eye mewed loudly.

"The naming ceremony for the new clan deputy," Patchpelt exclaimed loudly. "You know, when Tiger-roar and Nightshade left a quarter moon ago."

Smallear snorted, and Icefire imagined him nodding at Patchpelt. "A young cat can't be trusted to make wise decisions on the clan's behalf."

Icefure could hear Speckletail tear at her moss bedding with her claws, trying to fluff it to her liking. "A young cat with kittypet heritage, at that," she pointed out hoarsely. Icefire's heart stung at her comment, but it hurt even more when he heard Smallear's next comment.

"I'd trust an experienced traitor over Icefire, especially when his ceremony didn't follow the proper ritual. ThunderClan is as good as dead, with Icefire as our deputy."

His tail drooped as he heard the elders murmur their mutual agreement. His spirit feeling hurt beyond repair, Icefire took a few paces backwards and headed for the fresh-kill pile, wanting nothing more than to sulk and release his hurt on a mouse or two.

Maybe the elders are right, Icefire thought sadly. What if I really am a bad deputy?

"We should attack Shadowclan," Seedspots growled. "They're getting too pushy lately."

Icefire struggled to contain his frustration as the meeting progressed. He had been in charge for the meeting of the elite warriors as Bluestar was still sulking in her den, but it was difficult to assert his authority as a leader without his leader here. Once again, he reminded himself of the elders' conversation a night before, and he couldn't help but feel a stab of despair yet again. He wished Bluestar was here.

"They haven't done anything to warrant an attack," Raveneye mewed, the strong wafts of lavender and marigold spreading throughout the room as they spoke.

"So? They are just biding their time and getting ready to strike in the night," the tortie replied. She pointed to the map of attack that she had drawn in the dirt a while ago. "We could attack here."

"We will not attack if they haven't done anything," Icefire mewed before releasing a sigh. "Why start a fight for no reason?" There was already a border scuffle this past moon, and it had been during the last patrol that Darkstripe was allowed to lead before Icefire had the nursery cats confine him to camp. He had been a little relieved at Darkstripe's confinement, because it meant less worrying about whether Darkstripe would slip out of camp and betray ThunderClan's secrets to Tiger-roar and Nightshade somehow. He still didn't know where they were and he knows they would try to kill him, mostly Nightshade. Didn't help that he remembered that they had Brokentail and Dewflare with them.

Icefire had been part of the reinforcements to the scuffle, and he ended up ripping into Whitethroat as the black tom nearly killed Cinderfreeze. Icefire felt enraged during that fight. Whitethroat wouldn't meet with him anymore like he used to, and it was making Icefire constantly worry, and it was getting in the way of his duties. With the new pressure of being the clan's deputy, and admittedly his own insecurities, he realized that he didn't need the added stress of Whitethroat on his mind. Whitethroat would keep shutting him out no matter what he tried, so he decided it was time to be rid of Whitethroat for good.

He was snapped out of his thoughts as Seedspots countered, "You don't want to show ThunderClan's strength? I know plenty of cats who want to slash some ShadowClan hide."

"What's wrong with peace?" Embereyes asked. "At least for the moment."

"If we don't show strength then the other clans will think-"

"Who cares what the other clans think?" Icefire scoffed. "I don't. They can mind their own business." Rising to his paws, he fanned the map away with a quick flick of his tail. "This meeting is over."

"Seriously?" Seedspots snapped. "Don't you have an ounce of bravery in you?"

Icefire ignored her, and decided that was the end of it.

If only it had been that simple, but then, nothing was simple anymore.

He was on a solo hunt at the Owl Tree when he heard the awful news. He was stalking a dove that was pecking at some seeds that Icefire left for it as bait to lure it from the tree. The bird was fat, looking very well-fed this season. It'd be enough to fill two warriors' bellies.

Licking his lips, he began to creep up on his prey, careful not to disturb the leaves with his tail. As he closed in on his kill, he bunched his muscles, preparing to leap and deal the final blow. However, the bird quickly took to the skies when it was startled by a rustle in the bushes not far from his hunting place. Hissing with frustration, Icebelly turned to curse whatever had scared away his catch, only to be cut off short when Brightpaw shot into the clearing, barreling into Icefire.

He wanted to snap at the apprentice for making him miss his catch, but there was a sense of urgency around the younger cat that kept Icefire silent. Brightpaw, out of breath, took a few moments to gain their breath back before quickly mewing, "Icefire, you have to come quick. Seedspots is taking a patrol to the ShadowClan border to fight!"

Icefire felt like he should feel a ripple of shock course through him, but there was nothing. It was just like Seedspots to do something so arrogant, even against his own deputy's orders. Anger engulfed Icefire, but it was mostly directed at himself. If he had been a better deputy he would have done more to prevent Seedspots from leading such a rash attack. "Show me the way, Brightpaw. We have to stop this!"

Brightpaw, though still out of breath, managed to find enough energy to quickly lead him towards the border where Seedspots' patrol had gone. He knew it had been too late when he heard the hissing and screeching of wrestling cats at the Thunderpath. He watched the chaos unfold around him, while Brightpaw stood rigid with fear beside him.

Seedspots' patrol was even bigger than he had imagined. It seemed like half of the clan was present at the fight. He could make out Dustpelt's brown and ginger tabby fur in the cluster, the tom delivering a deep bite wound on Wetfoot's shoulder. Only a mere fox-length away from him, Robinwing and Thornpaw were both tag-teaming on Hollyflower, who looked absolutely terrified by how outnumbered the ShadowClan patrol was.

Icefire charged into the clearing, trying to find Seedspots in the fray. He noticed that Sandstorm had been a part of the fight too, and she was struggling beneath Sharpfang, who had pinned her roughly into the dirt. Icefire launched himself at Sharpfang, throwing her away from his clanmate with sheathed claws.

Sandstorm sat up quickly, her sandy fur now dotted with brown specks of dirt, and her pelt was riddled with fresh wounds. "I could have handled myself, Icefire!" she snapped.

"That doesn't matter. You shouldn't be here!" Icefire snarled at her. "Nobody from ThunderClan should. Where is Seedspots?"

Sandstorm flicked her tail vaguely towards the direction of the Burnt Sycamore. Icefire's gaze turned towards it, spotting the cat in question. Seedspots seemed to be fighting with the leader of the ShadowClan patrol, Russetfur. The she-cat's russet-coloured fur was stained scarlet as Seedspots tore her apart.

"Seedspots! Stop this at once!" Icefire yowled with fury.

If Seedspots heard him, she didn't listen. She dug her teeth deep into Russetfur's fore-leg, bowling them over and exposing her belly. Too wounded from the battle, Russetfur seemed to be hunching over in submission. She looked more vulnerable and weak than a piece of fresh-kill; an easy kill.

Seedspots must've noticed it too, because her muscles bunched beneath her fur, and she pounced at Russetfur again with her claws extended. Seeing an opportunity to end this, Icefire dove into the quarrel on winged paws, nearly dodging Oakfur as Fogtail tripped him over with his long tail. Leaping into the air, Icefire's claws met Seedspots mid-leap, and he slammed his clanmate hard on the ground.

"What the fuck?" he snarled.

"What?" Seedspots said, her fury stopping in confusion at the word 'fuck'.

"What in the name of Starclan is wrong with you?" he snapped.

"What's wrong with you, kittypet?" Seedspots sneered.

"You piece of-" he began, but he cut off as he was shoved away from Seedspots by a blur of black fur. He was too pissed when he saw Seedspots avoid his orders yet again by rolling onto his paws and pouncing on Blazefang now, who was trying to help the injured Russetfur away from the battlefield.

Not giving a damn anymore about stopping the fight, Icefire wrestled his opponent. He had his attacker locked in his claws, and the both of them were standing on their hind-legs, throwing punches and raking each other's faces with unsheathed claws. He realized it was Whitethroat that he was fighting with, but he didn't care. He shoved forward, hissing, trying to go for Whitethroat's neck.

He recognized that it was Whitethroat that he was fighting with, but blinded by fury, he didn't care. He shoved forward, hissing, aiming for Whitethroat's neck. The black tom tried to trip him up with his tail, but Icefire had been trained by the best warriors in ThunderClan. He wasn't falling for that old trick.

Icefire latched onto Whitethroat's tail with his teeth, biting down hard. Whitethroat hissed with pain, and Icefire expected him to retreat back into his territory, but Whitethroat was stronger than he thought. His strength overpowered Icefire's own, and he quickly threw Icefire on his back, forcing him into a pin. The black tom bared his teeth in a snarl.

"Do it," Icefire growled. "Finish me already or get off and run."

"I could never kill you."

"You can't fool me," Icefire retorted, recalling how Whitethroat told him about the times he shredded fought with Badgerfang, his clanmates, and even his own kits. "I know for a fact that you have no problem spilling blood."

Hurt flashed in his eyes at Icefire's jibe, but it quickly turned to anger again. "You don't know anything about me," Whitethroat snapped.

"You didn't let me!" Icefire retorted. "You never let me in. You always shut me out, just like you do with everyone else. I don't know how your clan or your kin can tolerate you."

Whitethroat slammed a paw on Icefire's lower stomach, and in response, Icefire slashed the black tom's belly with his hind-paws. Icefire was about to kick Whitethroat away from him, but he felt the ground shake beneath him, and dread crept up on him.

"Monster!" Icefire yowled.

Every cat began diving for cover, all except Icefire. He scanned the clearing to make sure that every ThunderClan warrior had made it to cover before him, and he felt frozen with fear as he spotted Swiftpaw lying on the Thunderpath, not moving. The monster was barrelling towards him at a rapid speed.

Icefire wouldn't let the apprentice become roadkill. Thinking quickly, he leaped forwards as Fogtail tried to rush to Swiftpaw's aid at the same time, the car nearing closer with every second. Seeing the monster encroach on the apprentice made Icefire panic, and he made a regretful decision.

He kicked Fogtail away as they, too, rushed to Swiftpaw's aid. He launched himself onto the smelly path and grabbed Swiftpaw by the scruff, tossing him towards his mentor on ThunderClan's side of the path before Icefire quickly dove for cover along with him, but he had leaped for safety too late. The car had hit him, and everything went black.

Starclan, why!

Thymeroot was frustrated and worried beyond belief. She didn't think things could get more hectic, but of course she had to be wrong. She admired her work on the unconscious Icefire's leg and tail. It hadn't been in the way too much, she managed to pop in back in and stop the bleeding. He'd keep his tail, the fur just needed to grow back and he'd need help lifting it and walking. He already had a limp, it would be worse now.

"Good job, kid," Yellowfang rasped. "The foolish cat will need it."

"He did save Swiftpaw from being killed," Thymeroot pointed out.

"That he did," Yellowfang replied. She gazed at Icefire like a queen gazes at their own kit. "Trying to be a hero."

"Better than being the villain like Seedspots," Thymeroot growled.

"She's already having the tongue lashing she deserves."

"Was it you, Goldenflower, Raveneye, Frostbite or Bluestar?"

Yellowfang chuckled. "All of the above. Raveneye and Frostbite especially tore her down."

Thymeroot couldn't share her mentor's good-nature at the moment. "What's her punishment?"

"Two day exile, and when she returns, apprentice duties until further notice."

Thymeroot sighed. Seedspots definitely deserved more than what she received. This was no time for the clan to be starting petty battles with other clans. Thanks to her, they would not only have to worry about the cryptic imprint that Tiger-roar and Nightshade's exile left on the clan, and now had to watch out for ShadowClan's retaliation.

Worry wormed within her as she cast a side-long look towards Icefire's unconscious form. The clan seemed more vulnerable than ever before. With Bluestar still sulking in her den, Icefire had been the only leader that most of the clan would obey. This attack would leave him out of commission for a long while, far longer than Seedspots' exile would last, and who knew what she'd try to encourage the clan to do next when she returned?

If they return, Thymeroot thought grimly. Seedspots obviously did not respect Icefire's authority, just like Tiger-roar and Nightshade had. Could Seedspots be another traitor in their midst and inform Tiger-roar and Nightshade of ThunderClan's weaknesses? And who would be the first to retaliate on their clan; the newly-aggravated ShadowClan, their traitorous ex-clanmates, or both of them teamed up together?

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onechicago-upsteadrhekker · 4 years

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@karihighman asked for #84 which is “I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.” She also asked for 90 which I am working on and will be much lighter than this one!

Please don’t kill me.

*title is taken from ‘October (Live)’ by gray

we’ll never be able to treasure life enough

She was numb.

She felt removed from her body. Like someone had come and dropped her into a different version of her life where she was watched actors that looked like her carry out horrific play. Going through the motions.

But she wasn’t in a different world. She was in a living hell.

Grief and gut-wrenching devastation and livid anger fighting for dominance when she wasn’t in shock because her world would never be the same again.

A huge piece of her heart had died and she didn’t think she’d ever get it back.

She was empty and she would never be full again.

They’d buried him in his blues. She knew that’s what he would have wanted. Police work was his life. Not the Army.

His Ranger uniform was still hanging in the closet and she knew she probably wouldn’t move it for quite sometime. Just like she wouldn’t move any of his things until someone forced her to do it.

The church had been packed. Full of people in their own blues and people in their military garb and then there were the ones in their Ranger uniforms. She knew a few of them—Mouse was there—but there were many faces she didn’t know or only recognized from pictures.

And then there were the people in regular suits and black dresses. The friendships that had reached past the CPD and the military. It seemed like most of the city was there. People she didn’t even know.

She had handled herself pretty well throughout the funeral. She hadn’t cried or shed any tears, not even when she’d placed a final kiss on his cold brow and his stiff lips.

Not when she watched the team carry his casket in or out. Not when the color gaurd was presented. Not during the mayor’s speech or the superintendent’s speech or during Voight’s or Adam’s or Kev’s or Kim’s. Not even when she saw Platt shed rare tears as she affectionately retold some of her favorite stories about her Detective Chuckles.

They’d asked if she wanted to give one but she’d know that talking about those sacred memories out loud this soon would have broken her so she’d declined.

She’d shuffled through the family processional, behind the team carrying the casket, Will beside her in the suit he wore as Best Man in their wedding.

When they arrived at the burial site, she forced herself out of the black SUV, it’s red and blue lights still flashing and she took a moment watch as literally hundreds of police cars pulled up; all the lights combined giving her a headache. CFD had even shown up in fire trucks and ambulances.

The whole city had been shut down along the route to the cemetery. Almost the whole police department were there in some capacity.

She’d made her weary way up to the burial site, working her way through crowds of police officers and sat dutifully in her front row seat, Will still right beside her. The team with the casket right there with her, all taking their place around her when they’d set it down.

She didn’t even cry when they played taps or Amazing Grace or when they folded his flag to give to her and not when she heard dispatch radio his call sign for the very last time.

5021 George. Please respond. 5021 George. Do you copy? 5021 George. Out of service. Gone but not forgotten.

She didn’t hear the rest of the memoriam, listing all the things he had done in the line of duty, commendation after commendation, all his medals.

She didn’t really care. Her husband was dead.

She hadn’t flinched when they shot off the volley and she didn’t cry when they moved his casket to the freshly dug hole.

But then she felt a tug and she automatically took Ellie in her arms, “Mommy? Where’s daddy? Are they putting him in that hole?”

Her little voice was panicked and confused and Hailey didn’t have the strength to hold back her tears anymore. Not at the sound of her daughter asking for her daddy.

Not when she didn’t fully understand what was happening even though they’d all tried to explain it to her several times.

So Hailey silently cried as her daughter cried out loudly for her daddy, watching with wide eyes as the casket was lowered into the ground. Little hands straining to where she’d last seen her father lay ‘sleeping’ in the fancy bed and Hailey just held on tighter, gently forcing Ellie’s head full of light red wispy curls into her neck with her hand. She could feel big tears run down her neck and muffled questions of why she was letting her daddy be taken away.

Wasn’t she going to stop it? Wasn’t someone going to save the day?

But Hailey didn’t have the words anymore. She was too drained to try and tell Ellie that her father was never coming back. That he’d died saving a little girl just like her. That he was a hero.

But Ellie didn’t care about that and frankly, neither did Hailey because her husband was dead and Ellie would never see her father again.

She wasn’t sure how long she stood there, watching as they covered Jay’s casket with dirt. She was barely aware of her arms growing tired from holding onto her little girl who had cried herself to sleep.

When it was over, Will wrapped his arm around her and guided her back to the car and they were going slow enough that Hailey just kept holding Ellie. Holding onto the living piece of Jay.

Protecting their little girl with all her might.

Everyone had gathered back at CPD headquarters for a luncheon. Every time an officer died there was always a luncheon so the officers that hadn’t come to the visitation could pay their respects to the dead officers next of kin.

Hailey had been to a number of these. Payed her respects to many families.

She’d never thought she’d be on the receiving end of one.

She’d never wanted to be.

She’d been forced to sit down by somebody and she did feel relief in her feet from taking pressure off of them. She’d never particularly loved heels anyway but Jay liked her in them so she’d worn them. It also felt nice to set Ellie’s weight on her lap, she wasn’t incredibly heavy, she was actually quite small for her age but Hailey was carrying more than just Ellie.

She’d been presented with a plate full of food by Vanessa and Kim who had stationed themselves beside her, trying to get her to eat something. Will was there too and she could feel his concerned look.

She knew she needed to eat. And not only for her sake or even Ellie’s.

So Hailey had reluctantly relinquished her hold on her daughter, Voight gently scooping her up out of her mother’s arms so she could eat; Ellie still sleeping soundly.

She knew that Hank would never let anything happen to her, none of the team would. They had always protected her and she knew they always would but after everything that had happened, it was hard to let her out of her sight.

She’d watched for a few seconds as Voight carried Ellie around, greeting various officers and soon enough Adam and Kevin were flanking him, keeping a careful eye on the sleeping three-year old. Hailey forced herself not to worry and took a bite of food. It didn’t taste like anything but she knew it was nutrition she needed.

She’d managed to eat the whole plate, making small talk with the dozens of officers that had come by to offer their condolences until she just couldn’t take it anymore. Shoving the empty plate into Vanessa’s hands and running out into the vacant hallway to slide down into a corner.

And she cried. Her whole body was shaking and she felt sick as the past few days washed over her. All of the shock and the disbelief and the horror and the sorrow and all these emotions she couldn’t name or even begin to describe bombarding her heart and mind.

She couldn’t believe he was gone. That he was just gone like that. He’d been hurt plenty. Had put her through the wringer more times than she could count but he had always bounced back.

Not this time though. He had used up all his luck. She hadn’t thought it was possible until it was.

Maybe that was why she was having such a hard time accepting it.

These last few days had been so strange because she’d kept expecting him to be there offering her a kiss or a comforting embrace but he wasn’t. She kept waiting for him to come tell her he would put Ellie to bed but he didn’t.

She didn’t understand this new normal where he wasn’t automatically there by her side, at work and at home.

The hours blurred together as she’d okayed funeral arrangements she hadn’t really even heard. She’d known that Voight and the rest of Intelligence would sort everything out.

She’d numbly been forced to fill out pension documents and speak with lawyers. Friends hadn’t left her alone, always making sure she had what she needed and Ellie was taken care of.

She hadn’t even really cried until now, it was all so disbelieving. She hadn’t allowed herself to grieve because somewhere in the back of her mind she had been expecting Jay to walk in the front door. Like he had just been away for a UC assignment or something.

But she was starting to comprehend her new life. Now that things were settling down, now that the funeral was over and she didn’t want too.

Because he would never sweep her into his arms again or kiss her or make love to her ever again. She would never hear his calming voice whisper sweet nothings into her ear or say I love you or tease her. She would never hear him play with their little girl again or sing to her or tickle her mercilessly.

They would never go for pizza or out for a walk or do any more ice cream runs as a family ever again. They would never do anything as a complete family ever again.

They were missing their heart and strength. Jay had held them up and now that was her job.

A lot of things were her job now. It was both scary and comforting and beautiful how much she’d come to rely on Jay throughout the years. But she didn’t have that now and she was going to have to figure everything out by herself for the first time in a long time.

So she cried. Maybe it was minutes or maybe it was hours but she cried until she physically couldn’t anymore.

She was aware of arms holding her.

She dried her tears and looked up into her brother-in-law’s face. They shared a look. They understood each other in a way that they hadn’t before. Their bond was deeper now that they had gone through this together and she was incredibly grateful for Jay’s brother.

He had put aside his own grief, his own life, to help her out in any way he could. And so had her team and she would be forever grateful for that.

She quickly wiped under her eyes. A sad smile coming over her face. The movement felt strange.

She met Will’s gaze again, “I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.”

He swallowed hard, tears escaping his own eyes, “I know Hailey. I know. I wasn’t either.”

Hailey swallowed too. Shifting slightly so they were sitting shoulder to shoulder leaning against the wall. She stared off into space.

“He had so much life left to live. We had so many plans.”

As if to prove her point, she felt a decisive thump from within her. Her hand flew to her rounded belly.

Will noticed immediately, worry coloring his face, “Hailey what is it? Is something wrong?”

God, this was supposed to be a happy moment but all she felt was a hollow sadness, a gut-wrenching sorrow deep within her.

She silently grabbed Will’s hand and placed it where she’d felt the kick. It happened again and Will let out a dry laugh.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It wasn’t supposed to be Will, it was supposed to be Jay who was sitting beside her waiting to feel their child kick beneath his palm.

“Is this the first time you felt a kick?” Will asked and she could hear a little bit of his ‘doctor voice’ creeping in.

She gave a short nod, trying not to cry again, “I’ve been feeling the baby move for a while now but very subtle, not enough for--,” Her words got caught in her throat. She tried to take a deep breath to continue and it came out as a whisper, “For Jay.”

She was 21 weeks and he had been nagging her for the past few weeks if she could feel the baby yet. He had tried every night to feel, placing his hands on her belly and talking to the child resting within, trying to coax out a kick. He had been so excited.

She had scolded him for his impatience and told him that he would be the first to know when she felt a real kick--one that he could feel and she’d promised that he’d also be the first to feel.

But he hadn’t been the fist to feel and he would never get to feel. She wished she had never rolled her eyes at his eagerness.

God, what she wouldn’t give to even have just this one moment with him.

He wouldn’t ever talk to her belly again or place his head gently on her rounded stomach late at night as they lay in their bed. She wouldn’t ever watch as he and Ellie rubbed her belly, Jay telling Ellie all the things he had done when she was in her mommy’s belly.

Jay would never get to hold their second baby. He wouldn’t get to see their child take their first steps or say its first word.

He wasn’t going to see a lot of things. Ellie and the baby that was still in her womb had their whole lives ahead of them and Jay was going to miss out on all of it.

Hailey was going to have to be both father and mother and she wasn’t sure if she could do it.

God, she missed him. She missed him so much; she couldn’t even begin to describe the chasm he’d left in her life and their children’s lives.

And she knew in this moment that she would never stop missing him. She would always be yearning for him, so much so it hurt. Some days more than others but she would never be the same again.

Her heart and soul and the source from which she drew her strength was gone but then she felt another kick and she thought about their perfect, sweet little girl and she knew that Jay left her with something more precious than the entire universe.

The baby kicked again and she felt a peace that she’d never felt before because Jay wasn’t gone, not really. He would live on in their memories and his life was shown through their children that he helped her create.

Their greatest accomplishment.

He was gone but he would never be forgotten.

The end. Like I said before, please don’t kill me. When I got this prompt, I just had to do it. I’ve never killed off a main character before nor have I ever killed off a half of one of my OTPs so I decided to just do it. I wrote this just for the purposes of the prompt and I will NEVER kill off Jay again (or at least I don’t think I will). I also want to say this has nothing to do with fics that I post on AO3 so no need to worry! Jay won’t be dead in any of my future fics. Again, I just wrote this in response to the prompt. So, think of this as an AU version to my usual fics if that makes sense.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this really depressing fic and I promise the next prompt will be much more light-hearted (I think)!

#Chicago PD #hailey upton #jay halstead #jay halstead x hailey upton #upstead #upstead fic #upstead one shot #prompt #just for the prompt #fanfiction #fanfic #otp #please don't kill me #i may or may not use the name ellie in future fanfics

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katiek101 · 4 years

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🌞 Whitewing or Onestar!

I like Whitewing more than Onestar, but I actually have a Onewhisker AU in my doc. Let’s go with him.

ThunderClan!Onewhisker AU

It starts immediately after Fireheart’s patrol arrives in WindClan, when Tigerstar invaded and killed Gorsepaw.

Onewhisker admits to Firestar that he doesn’t think he can stay in WindClan any longer. He loves his Clan deeply, but he’s lost so many friends in the last moons; he has no kin left, either.

He says that the camp reeks like blood and fear now, even though they’ve done their best to clean it. Everytime he passes the spot where Tigerstar held Gorsepaw down, he can still hear his screams.

In this AU, Graystripe is still in RiverClan with his kits. Fireheart misses his best friend now more than ever, so after Onewhisker’s confession, Fireheart invites him to join ThunderClan.

It is not a decision that Onewhisker makes lightly. He’s always been a proud WindClan warrior. He’s never doubted his place in the Clan before. But if something doesn’t change soon then he’s going to go insane.

He takes Fireheart up on his offer. Onewhisker’s Clanmates are furious and call him a mouse-heart and a traitor, and he leaves with his head hanging. ThunderClan aren’t sure how they feel about their new Clanmate, and most of them would like to not trust him, but he looks so pitiful that they can’t bring themselves to hate him.

Bluestar isn’t happy about Onewhisker’s decision to join the Clan, but she treats his situation very similar to Graystripe’s in canon: what difference will one more traitor make?

The WindClan warriors were all starving, so the first thing Fireheart does is pick out the fattest mouse on the fresh-kill pile for Onewhisker. He obviously isn’t used to forest prey, but he’s so hungry that he devours it in only a few bites. Despite the fact that mice are smaller than rabbits, Onewhisker is surprised when the smaller animals fills him up.

By that point it’s getting late, so Fireheart shows Onewhisker where to get the best nesting materials.

As he weaves his nest together, there is a stone of dread in Onewhisker’s chest at the thought of sleeping in a den rather than underneath the stars. He places his nest at the front of the den where the newest warriors typically sleep, so that he can at least see a piece of Silverpelt.

Brackenfur and Cloudtail also sleep at the front of the den. Brackenfur is a very compassionate tom and Cloudtail knows that Onewhisker is a loyal friend of Fireheart’s, so they smile politely at the former WindClanner and do their best to make him feel welcomed.

The night is long and sleep evades him at every turn, but Onewhisker finds slight comfort in the fact that he will be able to make friends.

The next day Fireheart leads a border patrol and assigns Onewhisker to it. As they patrol, he points out landmarks and helps him navigate the bracken and brambles.

Privately, Fireheart is worried about Onewhisker’s future as a ThunderClan warrior. He has a difficult time navigating the territory, and thorns are inexplicably drawn to his paws. After just one patrol, Onewhisker returns exhausted and heads straight to Cinderpelt.

Sandstorm echos his concerns, but when Fireheart tries to defend his friend, she retorts, “If Onewhisker would leave his birth Clan because life there was hard, what’s to stop him from leaving ThunderClan?”

Onewhisker overhears everything. Rather than discourage him, it motivates him to try his hardest to learn ThunderClan’s ways. He doesn’t want to be known as a quitter who can’t be depended on when the going gets tough.

When Fireheart is busy with his deputy duties, Onewhisker explores the territory with Brackenfur, practices his battle moves with Cloudtail, and goes hunting with Sandstorm. Slowly but surely he improves.

“We’ll make a Thundercat out of you yet,” Sandstorm praises him when he catches a mouse. He walks back to camp with his tail high.

When Tigerstar lures the dog pack into ThunderClan territory, Onewhisker demands to be apart of the line that draws them away from the Clan.

“Are you sure?” Fireheart asks. “You know you’re way around the territory now, but the undergrowth still trips you up. If you want to hide with the Clan, no one will fault you.”

Yes, they will. But Onewhisker doesn’t say that.

Instead he says, “I’ve got WindClan blood, Fireheart — I’m the fastest cat you’ve got. Besides, this is personal.” His eyes harden. “I didn’t stand a chance against Tigerstar when I was in WindClan. But here, where I can use my speed, I can actually help.”

Denying Onewhisker this right would be like denying Ashpaw and Fernpaw’s right to avenge their mother. He owes them this.

So Onewhisker will be apart of the line, then.

When his turn comes, he runs like he’s never run before. He pumps his legs as he leaps over tree roots and ducks underneath the undergrowth. He doesn’t trip once, or step on a single thorn.

He can’t help but feel very proud of himself once his turn is over. He’s never moved like that before in his life. For the first time ever — he finally feels like a ThunderClan warrior.

And when Fireheart shares the news that Bluestar is dead, he grieves like one. He grew up hearing stories of the elegant leader. She was never fond of him, but Onewhisker honors her legacy all the same.

Before Fireheart leaves to receive his nine lives, he admits to Onewhisker, “I have no clue who my deputy will be.”

Onewhisker blinks. “You’ll pick Sandstorm, won’t you? You’re very close.”

“That’s the problem,” Fireheart says quietly. “With positions of power comes great danger. If someone wanted to hurt me they would hurt Sandstorm, even though she’s just a warrior. But if she were my deputy, I feel like that would put an even bigger target on her back.”

Onewhisker considers that. “Are you sure?”

Fireheart shrugs, forlorn. “Not really. But am I willing to chance her life like that?”

“Sandstorm can defend herself,” Onewhisker meows quietly.

Sometimes, when he stands tall in the sunlight, Fireheart looks like a blaze of fire. In those moments, Onewhisker truly believes that Fireheart could do anything.

But right now he just looks tired. “I know,” he murmurs. Then he leaves for Highstones with Cinderpelt.

When Fireheart returns he is no longer Fireheart, but Firestar — leader of ThunderClan.

“I say these words before StarClan, so that the spirits of our warrior ancestors may hear and approve of my choice. The new deputy of ThunderClan is Sandstorm.”

The she-cat looks surprised for a heartbeat before she puffs out her chest and proudly accepts the position.

Firestar made the right choice. Together, they will rule the forest in a blaze of glory.

But first, Tigerstar must be dealt with. Especially now that he’s recruited Leopardstar into joining TigerClan.

Even though he doesn’t say anything, it’s clear that Firestar is worried about Graystripe. For awhile no one sees him on patrols or the latest Gathering.

Then Ravenpaw bursts into camp with news of Bonehill. Firestar quickly calls for Sandstorm and Onewhisker, and they race for the RiverClan border.

The scenario plays out very similar to canon, except Graystripe has also been lumped in with the “traitors”.

Blackfoot kills Stonefur. The ThunderClan cats manage to help Graystripe, Mistyfoot, Featherpaw and Stormpaw escape.

“Onewhisker?” Graystripe asks, when he sees the former WindClan warrior.

“Long story,” Onewhisker meows. “We’ll talk later.”

The refugees take shelter in ThunderClan until the battle with BloodClan.

When that battle arrives, Onewhisker fights with all the might of a ThunderClan warrior. He lives to tell about it, too.

Sandstorm does not.

“Scourge went for her first,” Firestar whispers, voice thick with grief. “He thought it would enable me; he was wrong. I fought even harder, for her.” He chokes up and bows his head.

Tears pool in Onewhisker’s eyes. Scourge must have known Sandstorm was special to Firestar after he made her his deputy. He can’t help but think, if it weren’t for him, Firestar would have chose another as his deputy...

But a victory is a victory. That night the Clans celebrate their freedom from Tigerstar and from BloodClan.

“What will you do?” Onewhisker asks Graystripe after the battle.

The warrior gestures to Mistyfoot and his kits across the camp. “Return to RiverClan,” Graystripe says. “I wish I could be here for Firestar, but he has you to keep him out of trouble. Leopardstar isn’t popular right now, and my kits need me now more than ever.” His voice softens ever so slightly. “Mistyfoot, too.”

Graystripe looks back at Onewhisker. “You’ll make sure he’s okay, though, won’t you?”

Onewhisker knows what he means. “He’ll be alright. I’ll let you know if he ever needs you.”

Graystripe nods his thanks, then goes to join his kits.

As the sun sets behind the treeline, Firestar calls a meeting. Everyone knows what it is about.

Considering he just lost his mate and deputy in battle, Onewhisker thinks that Firestar looks impressive. He stands tall in the glow of the sunset, muscles rippling, green eyes like solid emeralds.

“The new deputy is Onewhisker.”

No cat is more surprised than he is to hear his name called. The Clan cheers his name while Onewhisker can only sit there, stunned.

“You accept, don’t you?” Firestar asks, as he descends from the Highrock.

Onewhisker doesn’t know what to say, other than, “... did you just give me a death sentence?”

“I gave you an honor,” Firestar corrects him. He musters a smile. “I don’t regret making Sandstorm my deputy. She was the perfect cat for the job. Besides, the last time I didn’t give her what she deserved, she gave me the silent treatment for days.” His smile softens. “I know she would approve of her successor.”

Onewhisker was never an ambitious tom; he never dreamed of growing up and becoming deputy, much less the deputy of ThunderClan. But when Firestar words it like that...

“I’ll make her proud,” Onewhisker promises. As he speaks, a thrill shoots down his spine; one he hasn’t felt since he led the dog pack away from camp.

Firestar gazes at him like he knows the feeling. “Of course you will.”

#happy new years!#i never thought i would kill Sandstorm off in anything #but... new year new me?#ThunderClan Onewhisker AU #Onewhisker #Firestar #Sandstorm #Graystripe #Warrior Cats AU #AU game #☀️

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Phandom Pairing Master List

Here it is, folks! An updated/updating list of ships from Danny Phantom!

(Updated Mar. 25, 2020)

The purpose of this list is documentation and, more importantly, reference. Have a ship that you want to share, but don’t know what to tag it as? Well, this list is for you, so you can tag your pairings appropriately! Is there a ship out there that you despise, or are just uncomfortable about? Check this list to see if it has a name, and you can blacklist its tag!

Here’s how it’s set up: the list is divided into 3 categories. These categories are the Humans, the Ghosts, and the Ghosts/Humans; each category goes through in alphabetical order. Every pairing is either marked with [P] or [R] to indicate platonic or romantic.

You may notice that there are a decent handful of unnamed pairings; this is simply due to me being unable to find a pre-established name and/or coming up with one at this time. I hope to update this list over time until everything has at least one name.

Suggestions are more than welcome! Think of a pairing you didn’t see? Got a ship name? Throw them at me, and I’ll add them to the list.

Now, without further adieu, enjoy!

HUMANS (70)

Dani x Danny [P]: Double Trouble

Dani x Danny [R]: Sue Killer

Dani x Dash [R]: Carbon Copy Quarterback

Dani x Lancer [P]: Copy Grades

Dani x Tucker [R]: Cloned Romantic

Dani x Valerie [R]: Sweet Substitution, Vengeful Babes

Dani x Vlad [P]: Generic Brand, Oatmeal

Dani x Vlad [R]: Cream Cheese

Dani x Wes [R]: Clone Conspiracy

Danny x Dash [R]: Locker Bruise, Swagger Bishie, Teddy Ghost

Danny x Eliot [R]: Nu Goth

Danny x Jack [P]: Family Business

Danny x Jack [R]: The Wrong Sick

Danny x Jazz [P]: -

Danny x Jazz [R]: Sibling Secrets

Danny x Kwan [R]: Phantom Fumble

Danny x Lancer [P]: Assigned Care

Danny x Lancer [R]: Literature Lovers

Danny x Maddie [P]: Family Bonding, Maternal Instincts

Danny x Maddie [R]: Mama’s Boy, Motherly Love

Danny x Pamela [R]: Restrained Romance

Danny x Paulina [R]: Pink Astronaut, Shallow Sapphire

Danny x Sam [R]: Amethyst Ocean, Fake-out Make-out, Going Goth, Lovebirds, Violet Haze

Danny x Star [R]: Astro Physics, Phantom Satellite

Danny x Tucker [P]: Cyberspace

Danny x Tucker [R]: Savant Par

Danny x Valerie [R]: Gray Ghost

Danny x Vlad [P]: Badger Cereal

Danny x Vlad [R]: Endangered Species, Pompous Pep

Danny x Wes [R]: Unidentified Flying Ship (UFS)

Dash x Jazz [R]: Brain Over Brawn

Dash x Kwan [R]: Tight End

Dash x Paulina [R]: Makeup Honor

Dash x Sam [R]: Dumb Founded

Dash x Star [R]: All-Stars

Dash x Vlad [P]: College Fund

Dash x Vlad [R]: Go Packers

Eliot x Sam [R]: Gothic Ruse

Eliot x Tucker [R]: Nu Geek

Freakshow x Danny [R]: Pitched Tent, Publicity Stunt

Freakshow x Jazz [R]: Ghost Envy

Jack x Maddie [R]: Moronic Genius, Brain Cookies

Jack x Jazz [P]: -

Jack x Vlad [P]: -

Jack x Vlad [R]: Pac-Man

Jazz x Lancer [R]: Teacher’s Pet

Jazz x Paulina [P]: Miss Perfect

Jazz x Paulina [R]: Pretty Little Psycho

Jazz x Sam [R]: Kith Kin

Jazz x Tucker [R]: Techno Smarts

Jazz x Vlad [R]: Obsessive Meddler, Psycho Cereal

Kwan x Sam [P]: -

Kwan x Sam [R]: Jock Goth

Kwan x Star [R]: Sports Satellite

Kwan x Tucker [R]: Quacker

Kwan x Vlad [R]: Not So Useful Distraction

Lance Thunder x Lancer [R]: Lance Lancer

Maddie x Pamela [R]: Maternal Rivalry, Posh Scientist

Maddie x Vlad [R]: Spurned Affection

Paulina x Sam [P]: -

Paulina x Sam [R]: Evil Alliance, Fake-Up Make-Out, Goth Princess

Paulina x Star [P]: -

Paulina x Star [R]: Famous Satellite, Shallow Orbit

Paulina x Valerie [R]: Hunter’s Façade

Sam x Tucker [P]: Techno Goth

Sam x Tucker [R]: Ghost’s Absence, Veggie Burger

Sam x Valerie [R]: Hide N’ Seek

Sam x Vlad [R]: Gothic Vampire

Star x Tucker [R]: Twinkle Techno

Tucker x Valerie [R]: Hunter Silly, Tracking Device

Valerie x Vlad [R]: Misplaced Faith, Secret Disaster

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GHOSTS (52)

Amorpho x Ghost Writer [R]: Tricky Pseudonym

Amorpho x Walker [P]: Undercover Cop

Amorpho x Walker [R]: Tricky Prison

Aragon x Dora [P]: -

Aragon x Dora [R]: Girl In The Tower, Royal Bloodline, Timeless Love

Aragon x Pariah Dark [R]: -

Bertrand x Spectra [R]: Melancholy Assistance

Box Ghost x Lunch Lady [R]: Packaged Food

Box Lunch x Youngblood [P]: -

Box Lunch x Youngblood [R]: Pirate Food

Clockwork x Dan [P]: - House Arrest

Clockwork x Dan [R]: Meddling Minutes

Clockwork x Ghostwriter [R]: History Books

Clockwork x Nocturne [R]: Bed Time, Dream Time

Clockwork x Pariah Dark [R]: Dark Ages

Clockwork x Walker [R]: Doing Time

Dairy King x Lunch Lady [R]: -

Dan x Ghost Writer [R]: Blood Red Ink

Dan x Nocturne [R]: Worst Nightmare

Dan x Pariah Dark [R]: Dark Dark

Desiree x Dora [R]: Royal Wishes

Desiree x Ember [R]: Hot December

Desiree x Pandora [R]: Mythical Wishes

Desiree x Skulker [R]: Traps Desired

Desiree x Spectra [R]: Painful Desires

Desiree x Technus [R]: Talkative Treacherous, Talkative Treachery

Desiree x Walker [R]: Guard Granter

Dora x Lydia [R]: Dragon Tattoo

Dora x Pandora [R]: Dora^2, Panned Doras

Dora x Poindexter [P]: -

Dora x Poindexter [R]: Retro Movie Do, Retro Movie Faire

Ember x Ghost Writer [R]: Burning Pages, Punk Poet, Written Memory

Ember x Johnny [P]: Rebel Youth

Ember x Johnny [R]: Flame’s Shadow

Ember x Kitty [P]: Girl’s Night

Ember x Kitty [R]: Pussycat Dolls

Ember x Skulker [P]: Punk Metal

Ember x Skulker [R]: Hunter’s Flame

Ember x Youngblood [P]: Pirate Sitting

Ember x Youngblood [R]: Punk Rock

Fright Knight x Pariah Dark [R]: All The King’s Men

Ghost Writer x Johnny [R]: Unlucky Author

Ghost Writer x Nocturne [R]: Goodnight Moon

Ghost Writer x Skulker [R]: Gun Magazine

Ghost Writer x Technus [R]: Science Fiction

Ghost Writer x Walker [R]: Penslammeter, Prison Journal

Johnny x Kitty [R]: Black Cat

Nocturne x Pariah Dark [R]: Delusions Of Grandeur

Skulker x Technus [P]: -

Skulker x Technus [R]: Electric Hunter, Generator, Sparks

Spectra x Walker [R]: Insane Asylum, Psyche Ward

Walker x Wulf [R]: Esperanto Code Of Conduct

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GHOSTS/HUMANS (77)

Amorpho x Danny [R]: Anonymity Park

Aragon x Danny [R]: Royal Pain

Box Ghost x Danny [R]: Boxed Phantom

Clockwork x Danny [P]: Lost Time

Clockwork x Danny [R]: Temporal Trust

Clockwork x Jazz [R]: Timely Intelligence

Dairy King x Vlad [P]: Cheese Head

Dairy King x Vlad [R]: Lactose Intolerance

Dan x Dani [P]: -

Dan x Dani [R]: Young Bloodthirst

Dan x Danny [P]: New Beginnings

Dan x Danny [R]: Enslaved Exemplar, Haunted Past

Dan x Freakshow [R]: Control, Dark Side

Dan x Maddie [P]: -

Dan x Maddie [R]: Oedipus Complex

Dan x Paulina [R]: Pitiful Delusion

Dan x Sam [R]: Evil Goth

Dan x Valerie [R]: Dark Gray

Dan x Vlad [P]: The Imperfect Son

Dan x Vlad [R]: Bitterly Broken, Doubly Evil

Dani x Ember [P]: Kid’s Bop

Dani x Ember [R]: Platinum Punk

Dani x Youngblood [P]: Play Date

Dani x Youngblood [R]: Young Love

DannyF x DannyP [P]: Oreo Cookie, Phriendship, Pitch Pals

DannyF x DannyP [R]: Pitch Pearl, Photogenic Narcissus

Danny x Desiree [R]: Haunting Desire

Danny x Dora [R]: Phantom Dragon

Danny x Ember [P]: Baby Pop

Danny x Ember [R]: Phantom Rocker

Danny x Fright Knight [R]: Halloween Phantom

Danny x Frostbite [P]: -

Danny x Ghost Writer [R]: Iambic Prose

Danny x Johnny 13 [R]: Lucky Accident

Danny x Kitty [R]: Phantom Feline

Danny x Lunch Lady [R]: Ghostly Menu

Danny x Nocturne [P]: Restless Spirit

Danny x Nocturne [R]: Teenage Dream

Danny x Poindexter [P]: Locker Buddies

Danny x Poindexter [R]: Noodle Nerds

Danny x Shadow [R]: Phantom Shadows

Danny x Skulker [P]: Cat and Mouse

Danny x Skulker [R]: Callous Query

Danny x Spectra [R]: Phantom Psychology

Danny x Technus [P]: Voltaic Potential

Danny x Technus [R]: Cosmic Cyborg

Danny x Walker [P]: Space Cadet

Danny x Walker [R]: Ghostly Prisoner, Jailbait, Jailbird

Danny x Wulf [P]: Howling Moon

Danny x Wulf [R]: White Fang

Ember x Freakshow [R]: Dark Fire, The Freak Behind Blue Eyes

Ember x Paulina [R]: Perfect Pitch, Pitch Perfect

Ember x Sam [R]: Indie Rock, Somber Sear

Freakshow x Johnny 13 [R]: Hypnotic Shadows, Spaghetti And Meatballs

Freakshow x Lydia [R]: Circus Freaks

Fright Knight x Vlad [R]: New Master

Ghost Writer x Jazz [P]: Mindful Fiction

Ghost Writer x Jazz [R]: Classic Cliché

Ghost Writer x Sam [P]: Poetic Tale

Ghost Writer x Sam [R]: Purple Prose

Ghost Writer x Vlad [R]: Tireless Dedication

Jazz x Ember [R]: Hypno-Therapy

Jazz x Kitty [R]: Feline Grace

Jazz x Spectra [R]: Psycho Analysis

Jazz x Technus [R]: Techno Babble

Lancer x Spectra [R]: School Spirit

Lunch Lady x Tetslaff [R]: Butch-ers, Steak Sit-Ups

Sam x Undergrowth [P]: Gothic Garden, Green Thumb, Over Goth

Skulker x Vlad [P]: Bounty’s Reward

Skulker x Vlad [R]: Hunter’s Gains

Spectra x Vlad [R]: Misery Motivated

Technus x Tucker [P]: Tech Buddies

Technus x Tucker [R]: PDA, Techno Geeks, Technological Advancement

Technus x Vlad [R]: Mad Scientist

Vlad Masters x Vlad Plasmius [R]: Striking Fear

Vlad x Walker [P]: Tax Evasion

Vlad x Walker [R]: Bail Money

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Cover art for A SONG WITH TEETH

I’m excited to show you the new cover art for the next Los Nefilim novel, A Song with Teeth (coming February 2021), which continues the adventures of Diago and the whole gang. Rafael and Ysabel are teenagers in 1944, and we get to see them take on major roles in this novel. While the adventure is a complete story in itself, it does round up all the threads from the Los Nefilim novellas through the novels.

Diago’s traitorous acts from his firstborn life, hinted at in the earlier books, are finally revealed. While the story is still predominately about him and brings a conclusion to his relationship with his daimonic kin—including his father Alvaro’s nefarious plans for Rafael—it is Ysabel who has a major role in A Song with Teeth.

She goes up against her uncle Jordi with surprising results. I won’t give you spoilers, but I will give you the blurb and a sneak preview of Ysabel all grown up.

For those following the stories from Where Oblivion Lives, you’ll remember the first time you saw Ysabel, she was barely eight years old and demanding her father teach her to be a spy. During their adventures in Carved from Stone and Dream, we saw her take command of Los Nefilim in Guillermo’s absence. And in A Song with Teeth, she has grown to become a dangerous young woman, intent on carrying on the family business …

As the Allied forces battle to defeat the Nazis, a shadow war rages between angels and daimons fighting for the soul of humanity in this thrilling conclusion to the critically acclaimed Los Nefilim historical fantasy series.

The year is 1944, and the daimons are rising.

With the Inner Guard thrown into disarray by the German blitzkrieg, the daimon-born nefilim of the Scorpion Court gather in Paris, scheming to restore their rule over the mortal realm. Working as a double-agent, Diago Alvarez infiltrates his family’s daimonic court, but soon finds himself overwhelmed by his kin’s multiple deceits.

Meanwhile, Ysabel Ramírez hunts a psalm that will assist Operation Overlord, the Allies’ invasion of Normandy. Her objective takes her to Paris—into the heart of territories controlled by Die Nephilim and her power-hungry uncle, Jordi Abelló, who seeks the same psalm in his quest to wrest control of Los Nefilim from her father. When their paths cross, he abducts her and leaves her to the mercy of his Nazi followers.

But Ysabel is as cunning and bold as Jordi. She knows only one of them can survive to one day rule Los Nefilim, and she’s determined to be the one to succeed her father as queen.

Trapped in her uncle’s château hidden deep within the Fontainebleau forest, Ysabel discovers the truth behind Jordi’s lust for dominance: those that wear the signet of the Thrones are not blessed . . . they are cursed. And it may take a miracle to end this war once and for all.

EXCERPT Chapter 3 10 january 1944

Ysabel perched on the edge of her chair and watched Guillermo move the oil lamp closer to the parchment. He bent his head and squinted at the grimoire’s page.

It was all she could do not to point out the beginning of the glyph to her father. “Do you need a magnifying glass?”

Guillermo’s gaze snapped up. “There is nothing wrong with my eyes.”

Except they are bloodshot from so much reading in the dark. She kept the thought to herself. The farmhouse had a generator, but they used it only in emergencies. Stealth was their objective in the so-called Free Zone.

She forced what she hoped was an innocent expression to her face. “I didn’t say you needed glasses.”

“Good. Because I don’t.”

“It’s a tiny mark, and I had difficulty finding it.”

He gave a low murmur that was more like a growl. “Yes, but I put it there, so I know exactly what I’m looking for.”

She leaned back and snapped, “Fine.”

The retort won her a concerned look from her father, and she immediately regretted her tone. It wasn’t his fault her patience was short this evening.

The trip home from Toulouse had been long and exhausting. She’d endured delay after delay only to find herself sharing the bench on the last train home with a member of the Milice. The policeman’s hands kept creeping to her thigh, his wedding ring glinting on his finger, as he tried to engage her in conversation. She’d finally popped him with a hard sigil so he’d sleep. She hoped he missed his stop.

Guillermo’s fingernail traced the faint curl of ink that indicated the first loop of the ward. “I found it. See? I’m not going blind.”

“Stop teasing. I’m worried about you.” And that was no lie. Losing Spain to his brother’s Nationalists had been a hard blow to her father’s pride. And to mine. “You need to rest.”

“I’ll rest when the war is over.”

“Any news regarding when the Allies will attempt their crossing?”

“Spring at the soonest, summer at the latest,” he mumbled as he followed the twist of ink across the parchment.

In order to reinforce the Atlantic Wall, Die Nephilim had placed deadly sigils along the French coast to repel an invasion. Los Nefilim’s job was to find a way to get the Allied forces past those wards without alerting Die Nephilim.

And the maritime song hidden beneath the grimoire’s sigils would do the trick. It was a complex arrangement designed to manufacture a supernatural weather system that worked on two levels.

The first series of glyphs would interfere with the vibrations of protective wards, such as the ones used by Die Nephilim. The second wave of sigils created a veil of mist, which enabled the attackers to see clearly, while keeping the approaching fleet hidden from the enemy’s view.

Like the mortal governments, the various divisions of the Inner Guard jealously secured their secrets. The glyphs and chords of Los Nefilim’s maritime song were so guarded, Guillermo had hidden the pages of the composition in five separate grimoires. To further confound discovery, he placed each of the grimoires in a different library—first in Spain, and when Spain fell to Jordi’s Nationalists, within French universities.

As a final deterrent, each of the five pages was guarded by violent sigils. Only Guillermo or Ysabel possessed the tonal range that would unlock those glyphs to reveal the composition hidden beneath the text.

Culling the pages from the grimoires while navigating the Nazis’ and Milice’s tortuous obstacles had been daunting enough. Dodging both daimon- and angel-born nefilim, who were also interested in acquiring the song had turned the assignment into a dangerous game of cat-and-mouse.

But we’re almost done. Leaning forward again, Ysa watched her father hum a low note.

Flashes of light sparkled across the gold lettering. The wards protecting the page fell away. Musical chords emerged across the parchment—the sound of a fog that moved like a veil.

The tension left her shoulders. “Four down. One to go.”

Guillermo lit a cigar and peered at the page through the smoke. “The last page is the most difficult.”

They’d agreed he would tell her where each one was hidden as she brought them in. That way if she was captured, she couldn’t reveal the whereabouts of the other pages.

She leaned forward expectantly. “What am I looking for next?”

He watched her carefully. “We need Le Livre d’Or.”

“The Book of Gold.”

“Tear out Psalm 60.”

She didn’t write down the information. She would remember. “And where is it?”

“Bibliothèque Sainte-Geneviève.”

Paris. “Why there?”

“Rousseau advised me it would be safe from the daimon-born.”

She thought about the location, and it made sense. The library had been designed with exposed iron arches. Over the years, members of Les Néphilim had reinforced the lacy patterns with subtle glyphs that magnified the effect of iron on the daimon-born nefilim. Even Rafael walked blocks out of his way to avoid the library.

One thing troubled her, though. “Saint-Geneviève might deter the daimon-born, but what about the angel-born?”

The lamp’s glow set Guillermo’s irises alight with sparks of supernatural fire. “They’ll see the warning wards.”

“You’ve cursed it?”

“They’ll lose a finger if they’re lucky, their hand if they’re not. My curse will follow them into their next incarnation. They will not know a day’s peace.” He flicked the ashes of his cigar into the ashtray and the firelight sent orange and read streaks through the Throne’s tear in his signet.

As a king of the Inner Guard, her father’s song carried the authority of the Thrones themselves. Ysabel didn’t pity the nefil that crossed him. They’ll get what they earn.

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And so won’t they all.

If you’ve been following the story, or if you’re looking for a binge-worthy series to read from beginning to end, you can find all the links to all the Los Nefilim books at Harper Voyager or right here on the website.

Now that I’ve turned the last book in, I’ll have some time to write more blog posts, and maybe even record a video of me reading from some of the books. So watch for me …

#Los Nefilim #A Song with Teeth #fantasy #historical fantasy #dark fantasy

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homestuck-kinhelp · 5 years

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Mod Intro...

Hello, everybody! I’m Mod Vris and it’s wonderful to be here!!

So, to kick things off.. let’s do an intro?

About me:

🏳️‍🌈im a gay trans boy (he/him please!) 🎱 i have several homestuck/hiveswap kins but punk vriska is one of my IDs! 🍦 I’m the host of a DID system 🌸I’m Pagan (wiccan specifically) 🔷I love helping others ♠️ I think quadrants make more sense than human romance and can and will implement them into my actual life 🎃My favorite holiday is Halloween 💞I’m polyamorous and currently have one (1) boyfriend

My Blacklist:

❌ Animal Death ❌ Drowning ❌ NSFW

And finally, what I’m here to do!

🕸 100x100 Icons 🕷 Aesthetics 🔧Banners (DNI, DI, userboxes) 🔱Canon Calls 😈Mood Boards 🖍Panel Edits (Homestuck characters only atm + please have patience as i do these by mouse w/ an old version of gimp (though that’s because i like this version and don’t rlly care for mspaint)) 🔮Pendulums 🎧Playlists ⚡Pokemon Teams (give me your kin and i assign you a pokemon team!) 💎Positivity 🎉Pride Icons (please specify whose flag you want used, otherwise i will just use the default most popular!) 💡Regular Icons (dealers choice basically, give me your kin and i just wip somethin up more or less) 🎟Self-Care Kits 🔮Shufflemancies 🔮Sigils

For those curious a few of my favorite requests to do are:

🕸 100x100 icons ⚡ Pokemon Teams 🎟 Self-Care Kits 🔮 Sigils

I look forward to fulfilling your requests!

#mod intro #mod vris #not a request

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Hello! So I saw your fic rec about history au, something about Thor gladiator. I was wondering if you could reccomend more history thorki fics. Any period really, I don't mind. Thanks !!!❤❤❤

Well, this got long, so summaries under the cut. I also included 20th century stuff if a specific decade was prominently featured. And I re-added the Roman stuff.

30 Day OTP Porn Challenge Fills by amberfox17

As if he were the Sun by ohfreckle

Craft by Hermaline75

We Could Be Heroes by shadow_in_the_shade

In the Heart of Cherry Hill by needleyecandy

You Pull Me Out of Line (Make Me Beg and Make Me Chase) by sexualthorientation

Shadow in the Sun by shadow_in_the_shade

Resurrection by Hermaline75

Facing the Vast by needleyecandy

Stains by karuvapatta

…as schoolboys from their books by Hermaline75

Fountain by needleyecandy

paradise by the dashboard light by sexualthorientation

sharp by thorkidumpster

Cavemen Thor and Loki by Icemaidenstory

Wergeld by rayemars

The Novitiate by needleyecandy

Mind-Forg’d Manacles by needleyecandy

Stranger in a Strange Land by umakoo

Our kingdom come by amberfox17

Stranger Like Me by amberfox17

The Disappearance of Miss Nebula by Hermaline75

Even Though You Fool Your Soul by Hermaline75

Diarkis by miikkaa_xx

30 Day OTP Porn Challenge Fills by amberfox17 Fill 4. First time they have sexThor/Loki, La Belle Epoque AU (1900s); Intercrural Sex; Negative historical attitudes to homosexualityFill 5. Public/semi-public sexThor/Loki; A blend of myth and MCU set in fin-de-siecle London (1899); orgy; dubious consent in that mortals can never hope to comprehend the divine.Fill 6. CorsetsThor/Loki, Victorian AU (1870s), married Lord Thor and kept lover Loki; cross-dressing; jealousy; author’s obsession with Victorian clothingFill 14. Gags Thor/Loki; Peloponnesian War AU, Spartan Thor / Athenian Loki; dubious consent, submissive ThorFill 30. Wildcard! Author’s choice AUThor/Loki, Penny Dreadful AU, Victorian werewolf Thor and Dorian Grey Loki, rough sex, mild dub-con

As if he were the Sun by ohfreckle Thor is a Russian nobleman and Loki is his spoiled rotten consort who’s drenched in jewels and furs and is constantly whispering conspiracies and scandal into Thor’s ear.

Craft by Hermaline75 Thor is a blacksmith who hates the injustice of witch trials and decides to put a stop to them.Typical that he would do this the one time they actually caught one.

We Could Be Heroes by shadow_in_the_shade It’s the 1970’s and a mistake in management sees Thor Odinson’s failing heavy rock band “Terminal Deafness” paired up with glam -goth -rock - experimental - Scandinavian group “Illusion’s Destiny” in one of the greatest mis-matches of the glam rock age. Chaos ensues.

In the Heart of Cherry Hill by needleyecandy After a disastrous whaling voyage, Thor decides to seek employment on land. There are few opportunities for a man of his skills, though, and he finds himself living in such dire poverty that he has nearly resigned himself for a return to the sea, when he spies a rather unusual advertisement. The position proves to be of a sort he had never imagined existed.As is his new employer.

You Pull Me Out of Line (Make Me Beg and Make Me Chase) by sexualthorientation Thor, a Roman general in the Emperor’s army, becomes infatuated with Loki, a young pleasure slave. Smut ensues. Naturally.

Shadow in the Sun by shadow_in_the_shade The year is 14 AD, Thor is a Gladiator in the Roman Colosseum, a captive from the wars against Germany, Loki is a Roman Nobleman, or something that looks a lot like it and everything Thor hates. When Loki sees Thor in the arena he knows he has to have him.

Resurrection by Hermaline75 Edinburgh, 1826.In the depths of alcoholism, Thor finds himself employed by an unusual man.

Facing the Vast by needleyecandy England has just declared war on Napoleon, Naval captains are winning their laurels on a daily basis, and Thor’s ship is ordered to the South Seas to seek out a lost scientific vessel. It is an assignment for an old man, but the Admiralty will hear no reason. All hope of glory lost, he takes to sea in a foul temper.Loki is an artist employed by the naturalist who accompanies HMS Hope on the expedition of rescue and research. He is to make quick and accurate sketches of those plants that catch his employer’s eye. For the first time in his life, the rest of his time is his own.Back home, their paths never would have crossed, but life at sea is different, and their shared journey brings many kinds of discovery.

Stains by karuvapatta Thor visits his brother’s art studio.

…as schoolboys from their books by Hermaline75 Loki is employed in Odin’s household to tame and teach his spoiled son, Thor, who at 16 has learned to charm and/or whine his way to everything he wants.And once he gets over the shock of a tutor who won’t put up with his usual tactics… Thor wants.

Fountain by needleyecandy There’s a new boy working at the soda fountain, and he is simply the most.

paradise by the dashboard light by sexualthorientation Thor’s eyes flick over to the kid bagging his groceries.He’s got a nice…everything.He’s lean, this kid. Pale and…almost pretty. Thor likes the way his black hair twists into little curls around his ears. He looks up at Thor and blows a big pink bubble with his gum.Thor has a hard time looking away, which seems to suit the kid just fine, because he hasn’t stopped looking either.

sharp by thorkidumpster thor needs only one word from loki to close his investigation, but loki must have his payment first.

Cavemen Thor and Loki by Icemaidenstory I was away when it happened. The gold ones from the north came down to our valley and killed my kin. They slaughtered them and spent the night sleeping on their bedding. I knew this because I returned in the middle of their feasting. At first I only saw the light of home, I was among them before I realised, before they realised. For a moment I stood frozen, then I ran.

Wergeld by rayemars It was springtime, and Thor had taken his men war-faring to seek goods for themselves; but raiding a foreign temple brought him far more than he’d ever imagined–in either goods or trouble.

The Novitiate by needleyecandy Loki is far too high-born to be executed for his crimes. Instead he is forced into a monastery.The night before he is to take his orders, he receives a visitor who changes everything.

Mind-Forg’d Manacles by needleyecandy The Roman Republic demands new lands, and the army, led by Caesar, is eager for glory. It is customary for them to take slaves from newly conquered peoples, which is how Loki, a Celt, and Thor, a German, find themselves torn away from everything they’ve known and loved.As slaves of Rome, the two boys respond to their captivity in strikingly different ways. As free men, their old ways of surviving become fetters.When they find each other, freedom finally begins.

Stranger in a Strange Land by umakoo He was a big bear of a man. His shoulders alone seemed to take the space of two grown men where he was seated on his high stool, leaning against the counter. His long, blond hair was half-hidden under a black fur-felt Stetson, his face covered in thick, bushy bristles.Loki drew his hand back, and as if sensing his curious gaze, the man turned his head to glance over his shoulder. His blue eyes met Loki’s from beneath the rim of his hat, and Loki felt his stomach jolt at the contact.Set during the Klondike Gold Rush in the late 19th century. Thor is a Norwegian prospector, Loki entertains at a saloon.

Our kingdom come by amberfox17 Vikings (TV) inspired AU ficlets: Thor is a Viking Jarl who has attacked the lands of Loki, the King of Anglo-Saxon Wessex. Loki invites Thor to join him in his private baths, as he has an interesting proposition for him…

Stranger Like Me by amberfox17 Thor is Tarzan; Loki is the Victorian gentleman literally swept off his feet in the jungle.

The Disappearance of Miss Nebula by Hermaline75 Vanishing women are a standard part of magic shows, but they are generally expected to reappear eventually. People don’t just step into boxes and never come out.Right?

Even Though You Fool Your Soul by Hermaline75 After two years of peace, the notorious highwayman known as the Shadow returns to terrorise the Asgard estate, much to the dismay of its young regent Thor.But what does the thief want with him in particular?Meanwhile, Loki takes a break from his lucrative life of crime to play a little game with an old friend. But is he the cat or the mouse?

Diarkis by miikkaa_xx Thor, a Greek warrior, invades a temple and takes a Trojan priest for his own.

#thorki #thorkiedit #fic rec post #rec:historical #rec:au #rec:human au #rec:smut #Anonymous #dunaasks

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