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stinkysatan · 1 year

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Fem!Reader x Alhaitham, bit of angst, fluff, comfort, estabilished relationship, possibly ooc alhaitham?

Reader feels inferior and unworthy of her lover, who decides to prove her wrong. (Not proofread)

"Are you stupid?" Dehya asked, taking another sip of her beer. "Wait, don't reply. It's my time to talk." She continued, while glaring daggers at her friend - you, and you couldnt help but feel stumped at the way she interrupted her ranting.

"(Y/N), you were enrolled in the akademiya, you're one of the best fighters I have seen and yet you do actually claim to be dumb?" She asked, but didn't even leave time for an answer. "Yeah, I don't buy that. We both know that Alhaitham wouldn't even glance at you if you were right."

She was right - of course. She always was. That's why you were her best friend. But still, the insecure part of your brain wasn't listening to a word of this conversation. A sigh escaped your lips, as you chugged your wine as if it was water. "I'm just saying... if I didn't drop out, I would've failed my classes anyway." You mumbled out the last words.

Just as the mercenary was about to chew you out, she looked behind you and smirked. "Finally, I was thinking you were bailing on us." She said, making you turn around. You saw the rest of your friend, Cyno and Tighnari, along with a certain scribe.

"I apologize, i lost the track of time." Alhaitham said, as he placed a hand on your shoulder. Despite being in relationship for almost a year, you couldn't help but blush at his touch. "It's alright, at least you guys are here now." You replied with a hint of a smile, placing your hand on his, as he sat next to you.

The five of you spent time playing Genius Invocation TCG, chatting and drinking. The rare night out with friends almost made you forget about your insecurities. That is, until you were thrown Into a lose-streak, making you irritated, much more when you were intoxicated.

"Hm, you should have used this one." Said the scribe, pointing at your wolf's gravestone card. His remarks didn't help, even If you knew he just had your best interest at heart. You huffed and tossed your cards onto the table. "Fine, I surrender." You mumbled, to which Cyno shot you a grin. That's his 5th win in a row.

Your mood gradually went downhill from there. You downed another glass of wine before standing up. "Alright guys, I'm calling it a night. I'm too drunk to play anyway." You said, noticing how your boyfriend glanced at you, before getting up himself. "I suppose I shall be leaving as well. I'll walk you home." He said, sneaking a hand around your waist.

Everyone said they goodbyes, but when Dehya pulled you into a hug she whispered into your ear. "You better talk it out with him." Making you grimace. There wasn't much to talk about, really. You just had to accept you weren't much compared to your partner. Still, you nodded harfheartedly and departed.

It was late, not many people out in the streets. Alhaitham still had his arm around your waist, and he couldn't help but to notice you haven't been yourself lately. "Kaveh actually left for a week this afternoon. I thought you'd maybe want to stay with me for a while? We didn't get to see each other lately after all." He said, the tips of his ears turning bright red. All this time, and he's still not used to having you for himself for such a long time.

Unfortunately your response wasn't something that he had hoped for. Not excited or embarrassed like always. Instead you just hummed, much to scribe's dismay. He had stopped in his tracks, making you turn to look at him. His beautiful eyes full of worry, as his hand made it's way onto your cheek. He was glad it was late, at least not many people were around to witness his act of affection.

"Will you finally tell me what's wrong with you lately?" He asked bluntly, caressing your cheek. "You haven't been yourself, and frankly it's troublesome. It's making me worry about you, not only is it hard to focus on my work, I'm also starting to think you're not content with your relationship." His words made you shake your head instantly, and take his free hand in yours in an act of reassurance.

"No, no 'haitham. It has nothing to do with you I just..." You let out a heavy sighed, as your eyes darted away from him. "I think you deserve more. Than me. I'm not really good at anything, I'm not smart like you. You can't have intellectual conversations with me. I think I make you... bored you know?"

Tears welled up in your eyes at the thought of the love of your life leaving you because of that. You were brought back by a flick on the forehead. Alhaitham couldn't believe his ears. His eyebrows were furrowed, as he pulled you closer.

"If we were interested in the same things there wouldn't be much to talk about, really. Besides i actually enjoy indulging you when you bother me about some obscure facts." He admitted, making you smile just a little bit.

"I'm going to say this only once, (y/n). I wouldn't change you for anyone or anything else. You are enough. I couldn't be bored with you, even if i tried. Don't sell yourself short. I... Like it when you tell me some facts about flowers you picked up while on a trip in Liyue, or various other things that I usually don't care about."

You didn't even notice the stupid grin forming on your face through your boyfriends whole rant. He really did make you feel loved. You pulled him into a passionate kiss, trying to let him know how much you appreciate him.

"Thank you, 'haitham. I needed that." You said with a soft smile. "And I'd love to spend the week with you." You added, taking his hand In yours. A shadow of a smile appeared on the scribe's face, as he caressed your hand with his thumb. "I'm glad to hear that."

Dehya watched from a far with a satisfied smile on her face. Her left hand reached out to Cyno, who rolled his eyes and tossed her a bag of mora. "I told you, he has a soft spot for her." She said with a smirk. Tighnari just shook his head at the two.

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criminalamnesia · 2 years

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Habits of My Heart

warnings: fluff, Jake being soft, childhood best friends to lovers, she/her pronouns used, not proofread, Jake is probably a little ooc sorry, I’m not really good at writing fluff so I hope this isn’t too cheesy

summary: you haven’t seen Jake in months due to his busy schedule, but after he returns from his top-secret TOPGUN mission, you decide to hop on the next flight to Fighter Town, USA.

author’s note: back with some Jake fluff because I’ve written enough angst for him lately and he deserves happiness

update: part 2 is out now! You can read ‘Into Your Arms’ here

You hadn’t talked to Jake for longer than a minute each time he called in the past six weeks. This was nothing new; every time he deployed, your chats were painfully short. By the time you answered the phone, you had enough time to say a quick, ‘hi, how are you?’ and then a ‘be safe, tex’ before the line died and you both went back to your busy lives.

It was difficult, but you were used to it by now. Besides, you two didn’t need to speak every day anyways. You had been friends since kindergarten– having been pushed together by your mothers who had also been childhood friends. At first you had loathed him, but as you both grew, you learned to love him.

You had even held a little crush on him for a few years during high school. Who wouldn’t? He was the star football player with a dazzling smile and a flirtatious tongue. He had all the girls at school drooling over him, you included.

But nothing ever came of it, you were sure of that. You’d rather run into oncoming traffic than admit to Jake Seresin that you liked him. He would never stop teasing you about it, and besides– it’s not like he liked you back, right?

By the time you two were seniors in high school, you’d forgotten all about your crush. Especially after you walked into the girl’s bathroom during prom and interrupted Jake and some cheerleader’s intense make-out session on the bathroom counter. Yeah, that was enough to knock some sense back into your head.

Then you went to college and Jake enlisted. You saw each other less and less– and maybe everyone in the world was right when they said “absence makes the heart grow fonder,” because a day could not go by without you wishing to see Jake’s stupid little grin.

You talked on the phone and occasionally FaceTimed. He surprised you at your college graduation– but after he finished his training and started flying for real, it was rare you saw him. So, that’s how you found yourself here, at some bar in Fighter Town that his mom told you he frequented (how the hell did she know that?).

You hadn’t told him you were coming. He basically just got back to the states himself– he sent you a text while you were on your flight confirming that and telling you’d he talk to you tomorrow– that he was going to get some post-we-almost-died-drinks with his friends.

You couldn’t think of any better way for him to spend his night.

The Hard Deck definitely looked like a place Jake would frequent as you walked through sand to reach its doors. You could see through the windows how crowded it was, and you could hear the abundance of voices inside from the parking lot. Definitely his scene.

You pushed through the glass doors and were instantly swept into the sea of people. You saw many dressed in service khakis, which you silently cursed as it made it harder to clearly spot Jake.

The crowd pushed you up to the bar, which you appreciated. You were starting to feel nervous– why? You didn’t know. He was your longest friend and you were feeling nervous over seeing him again. You almost wanted to laugh if you didn’t think you’d vomit the moment you opened your mouth.

“You okay, sweetie?” A woman’s voice cut over the roar in the room, her kind eyes locking onto yours as she leaned slightly over the bar.

You nodded, taking in a deep breath. “Just fine, thanks.”

“First time here?” She replied, a small smile forming on her mouth.

You nodded, and before you could even speak, she was sliding you a beer.

“It’s on the house. And you’ll get used to the crowd,” she smiled and nodded before disappearing to tend to other customers.

You silently thanked her kindness and took a long swig of your beer, hoping it would give you some liquid courage.

Maybe you were so nervous because you hadn’t seen him in so long. You couldn’t even remember the last time you’d talked in person, face-to-face. Maybe last year? You had certainly changed since then, and you knew he had, too.

“You’ve literally been his friend since he was still a bed-wetter,” you muttered to yourself, standing on your tip toes as your eyes scanned the busy bar.

You spotted him in the back by the pool tables. He had his back turned to you, but you’d recognize that blond hair and posture anywhere. Nerves forgotten, you quickly finished your beer and begun to weave through the crowd, hoping he wouldn’t turn around.

As luck would have it, he stayed planted to the spot you’d first saw him in as you finally made it to his little group. Unsurprisingly, they were all in service khakis. They’d probably been on assignment with him.

No one saw you as you crept up behind him. He was lost in thought as he studied the pool table, which gave you the chance to really surprise him.

“Hey pilot, can we go for a ride in your jet?” You tried to get the cheesy line out seriously, but couldn’t help but let a little snort escape as he turned around, face smug and a suggestive reply already leaving his mouth before his eyes landed on you.

“What the fuck?” His eyes widened as he took you in, looking you up and down.

“Surprise!” You threw up some jazz hands as you grinned at him.

He engulfed you in a hug, wrapping his arms around you tightly and lifting you from the ground as he swung you around. You laughed, clinging on to him. By now, his friends had noticed the two of you, but you paid them no mind as Jake set you back on solid ground.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming!” He said, pulling you to the side.

“That’s kinda the point of a surprise, Tex,” you teased. You couldn’t stop smiling, and he couldn’t either.

“You look good. It’s been, what, a year since we saw each other?”

“Too long,” you replied. Now it was your turn to look him up and down. He definitely looked good.

“Yeah, and whose fault is that?”

You scoffed, playfully pushing his chest. “Oh, you know whose it is. I’m not the one leaving the country on top-secret missions at the drop of a hat.”

“It makes me mysterious. Ladies love the mystery.”

“Do they?” You laughed, leaning slightly into him. God, you had missed him. Hearing his laugh through the phone could not compare to hearing it right in front of you.

“They do. You should know. You’re madly in love with me.”

You rolled your eyes, your heart rate spiking the tiniest bit at the thought of being found out– but you knew he was teasing. He always teased like this.

“If anything, you’re the one madly in love with me. All the navy groupies in this bar and you’re over here talking to me. Gotta mean somethin’.”

His smile was blinding as he wrapped and arm around your shoulders, pulling you sideways into his chest.

“You’re my favorite navy groupie.”

“I’ll let that comment slide because I haven’t seen you in a while and I’d hate to ruin that pretty face.”

He laughed as he steered you back towards the pool table. His friends had all been watching the two of you, but as you approached they tried– and failed– to act as if they hadn’t.

“And who’s this?” A man piped up as he looked you up and down from across the pool table.

“This, everyone, is the biggest pain in my ass that’s been there since kindergarten.”

You raised a hand in a wave, rolling your eyes at Jake’s words. “What he means is that I’m the better half of the duo.”

The only woman of the group looked as if she’d seen a ghost. Her mouth was agape as she studied you and Jake.

“We all thought Hangman was making you up!”

“You thought Hangman was making her up,” a man with a mustache and aviators replied smugly, leaning in closer to the woman. “You owe me $20, Phoenix.”

Phoenix grumbled to herself as she begrudgingly took out her wallet and passed a $20 to the man. He tipped an imaginary hat at her and laughed. She punched him in the arm.

“I am definitely not made up, and I am definitely ready to embarrass Jake. Who wants to know what?” You smiled slyly as the group erupted into chaos; Jake’s shouts for them to ignore you going unheard as the group pulled you in.

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Jake finally pulled you away from the others hours later, claiming he’d been embarrassed enough for one night and that he had a reputation to uphold.

You had made sure to get every one of his friend’s numbers before leaving, just incase you felt like embarrassing him some more.

The two of you walked in comfortable silence as you made your way to his truck. You had taken a taxi from your hotel, so it worked out.

He opened the passenger door for you and you rolled your eyes as you hopped into the vehicle. He slid into the driver’s seat a second later, but made no move to start the car.

“You okay, Tex?” You asked, worried. He was uncharacteristically quiet.

“Just thinking about all the ways I can get you back for tonight,” he told you, his gaze containing a hint of mischief.

“Can it wait until I’m back in Texas?” You pleaded, to which he shook his head.

“Nope, absolutely not.”

You groaned and he grinned.

“You’re evil,” you told him.

“I’ve been called worse.” He shrugged.

You both fell silent for a minute.

“I didn’t think you were gonna make it back this time. Your mom was telling me what little she knew, but it wasn’t a lot, and I was worried.” You looked down at your hands in your lap as you spoke. “Why didn’t you tell me anything? All I knew was that you were overseas.”

“I was trying to get you to not worry,” he chuckled.

“I always worry about you, idiot. You’re reckless and headstrong. You’re always finding trouble.”

He didn’t respond for a beat. Then:

“Would it make you stop worrying to hear that I’m coming home for a bit?”

“You’re full of shit,” you instantly replied. You hadn’t known him to ever take time off from his job. He loved being a pilot; he loved the navy, and he was incredibly dedicated to his work. It was one of the things you admired about him, but also secretly wished were different about him.

“I’m serious. I don’t know how long, at least a month– but I’m coming home. It’s been too long.”

You sat in silence, multiple emotions washing over you all at once. You knew something serious had to have happened for Jake to be taking a step back, and you were scared as to what that was. As far as you knew, none of his fellow aviators had died, but what if he or they had come close to it?

He knew the risk of getting up in the air, they all did. It was part of the job. But you had never seen him so hesitant to go back to work, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

You took a deep breath and nodded. You could unpack this baggage later– if he’d ever let his walls down and talk to you about it. Now, you were just glad to have him back.

“You still look worried,” he teased.

“Shut up.”

“I think it’s cute.”

“Oh, I’m cute?” You grinned against your will.

“The cutest,” he replied.

“You say that to all the girls.”

“No,” he said. “Just you.”

Silence filled the air once more. You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to figure out his angle. Jake always teased– it was his nature. He was the annoying guy best friend who said things to try and get you to blush. Then he’d make fun of you for blushing.

“I haven’t missed your teasing, Tex,” you finally said.

“I do love to tease you,” he said, and you rolled your eyes. “But I’m not right now.”

“Did you hit your head or something?”

“What? No.”

“I think you hit your head. You never compliment me–”

He interrupted. “I compliment you all the time–”

“Teasing and joking doesn’t count.”

He fell silent, having been defeated. Then he muttered a quiet:

“I do think you’re cute.”

“Are we in grade school? Someone pinch me, I must be dreaming. Don’t actually pinch me, dickwad.” You warned before he could even raise his hand. He laughed.

“Can you take this seriously?”

“Oh, how the tables have turned. How does it feel, Tex? Annoying, huh?” You leaned slightly over the center console, poking him in the arm. “Now you know how it feels.”

“I don’t act like this,” he shot back.

“Yes you do. If only you could see yourself–”

“Okay, I get it,” he huffed exasperatedly.

“Oh, do you? I don’t think you do–”

You were cut off as he leaned over the center console, crashing his lips onto yours. You were startled, eyes wide as you quickly pushed him off. He looked confused, maybe even a little hurt, but he backed off instantly.

“What the hell was that?”

He shrugged. You mocked his shrug, throwing up your hands. He mimicked your movements, throwing his hands up as well.

You both looked at each other for a few tense seconds before leaning back in, kissing with fervor. Never in a million years did you think you’d be kissing Jake Seresin, yet here you were. And he initiated it.

You’d have to unpack that later.

You pulled back from him again, both of you catching your breaths. You turned away from him, shifting in your seat to face the windshield. You felt his eyes boring holes into the side of your head.

“Are you angry?” He asked.

“What? No. Why would I be angry?” You replied, turning back to face him.

“Okay, you’re being confusing. First you’re pulling away then you’re kissing me back then you’re turning away–”

“I’m waiting for you to get the message and drive so we don’t make-out in the parking lot of this bar, where all of your colleagues are currently at.”

“Oh,” he said, nodding as he finally turned the keys in the ignition.

Both of you sat in silence as he drove out of the parking lot. It wasn’t until you were almost at his apartment that you spoke again.

“Do I get a badge for kissing you? One that says: ‘I made-out with Jake Seresin and all I got was this stupid badge’?” You looked over at him with a straight face. He rolled his eyes.

“I don’t even know why I missed you,” he sighed as he pulled into a parking spot, putting the car in park and turning it off.

“Just shut up and kiss me again,” you told him as you slipped out of the car, meeting him at on the driver’s side.

“If you’ll be quiet, then gladly.”

You rolled your eyes, but you weren’t annoyed. Not in the slightest.

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maskednihilism · 3 months

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@peraventura replied to your post “ooc. Sampo does want to kiss but he's so picky on...”:

"he should just try kissing his hand (it'd be toxic enough)!" takes one to know one huh.

"How cheeky. Lucky for you I'm a lover, not a fighter so I won't bite back. So unless you're offering, skaddle skoddle IPC lapdog."

#peraventura #ooc. smh he gets no respect :(((#ooc. but Aventurine is right tho #ooc. he do be a snake sometimes hehe #we've been trying to reach to you about your car's extended warranty;; crack #ooc. replies

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findroleplay · 24 days

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Arranged Marriage Sci-fi RP, looking for a strong writer

I’m a 25 year old guy in America. I write in the 3rd person. This is a dark romance science fiction themed fantasy. Including action/adventure, magic, fantasy, music, aliens, and other futuristic stuff like that. Long term. I’m heavy on world-building too. I love good world building. And it will be crucial to the story.

As far as the gender of the writer, I don’t care. You’d just have to be good playing in a male on male RP. But please be over 18.

Our characters would be playing two princes from opposite kingdoms. Around the ages of 24-26. Also: I won’t be using Dune lore specifically, just using the character and his family as a part of the story. But everything else will be original content.

Your character would be playing Feyd Rautha from Dune 2. So he would be a highly possessive/obsessive character.

I’m looking for strong RPers. Your character would be a very wild/different character to play. Many have told me he’s too out there for them. There could be a lot going on in the RP. So a strong partner is required. Or if you’re experienced playing psychopaths or sociopaths, that works too.

Storyline: Our boys have found themselves in an arranged marriage. Whether they like it or not. Two kingdoms that are seeking a joint venture - through their children - to help further each of their own agenda’s. And now they have to navigate that, along with all the politics that come with it. Along with the drama of getting into each others personal lives. Things could get very treacherous, especially as these opposite personalities are forced to deal with each other. But they’ll grow to love each other.

Your character: You’d be playing Feyd Rautha. Don’t worry about not knowing about him, I’ve got plenty of reference material for him (his attitude, his voice, etc). I won’t leave you hanging on him. He’s violent. Calculated. Somewhat psychotic. Possessive and obsessive. Let’s no one near what he seems as “his”. An incredible fighter, and an even better lover. His family has been an old industrial powerhouse for generations. But they need someone to help elevate them on the political landscape as their power has been waning in the galaxy. And that person would be their son. He’s the complete opposite of my character.

My character: He’s an OC I created. I do have refs for him. His family recently rose to power after assuming the throne. They’ve survived an earth rattling blackout that’s nearly crippled the kingdom. And now they’re tasked with rebuilding it, among other things. He likes to entertain and sing. But he’s also a spy and a mage. A high level one at that. He’s more on the flashy side and never shy’s away from a camera. Which helps to distract from his work behind the scenes. However, his family is new to the galactic political scene. And they’re looking to make a statement. And that statement would be with their son.

With the joint union of these two sons, both families would further their own agenda’s while combining their power. Becoming a true force to be reckoned with. However, there is a lot of treacherous activity that goes on behind the scenes as these two families become entwined with each other. And that’s not even accounting for the princes either. They’re opposite in every way, and yet they’ve been forced to marry. Who knows what will happen.

I’d like someone who can reply in a timely fashion. I’ve had lots of people tell me they can do the RP just to ghost me. So timely communication is a must. I get that we all have lives, but if something comes up, tell me. Don’t ghost me after agreeing to do the RP.

I want you to contribute to the RP as well. I’d love to hear your ideas for characters, places, plot-points, etc. It’s no fun if one person does all the heavy lifting. And I think that the more collaborative an RP is, the better it is. I’m fond of OOC chatter as well. I’m also fond of playing more than 1 character. So if you have side characters, or characters that contribute to the story I’d love to hear them and include them in.

Would deal with topics of magic, alien species, music, futuristic societies, heavy world building. Possibly warring kingdoms as well.

Discord: questioninglife_

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noirbriar · 2 years

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FFXV AU: The Little Things

In which the young glaives all share 1 braincell with an overactive imagination during down time and ends up with a beautiful misunderstanding. Please note that they are also, unreliable narrators.

Borderline OOC crack because this group is wild like that and I needed something stupid, hence this ficlet.I’m going to go back into my hiding hole now.

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“I’ve figured it out.”

“What?”

“You are dating a criminal.”

Nyx spits out his beer, and glares at Libertus,“ What- Libs?!”

“Its either that or you became a sugar baby.” Libertus declares darkly.These are the things you never wish to tear out of your childhood friend. However, considering all the meagre bits that Libertus can squeeze out of Nyx, it was the only logical conclusion he could get.

Nyx Ulric stares at his old friend and comrade dumbly like he’s stupid.

Here in their quiet corner at Yamachang’s, the crew of four are decompressing after yet another deployment. The Galahdian owner himself too busy yelling at his neighbouring vendor for tripping his power cable, again.

“Huh.That sounds retarded but kinda makes sense. ” Crowe wonders aloud blinks with a brow raised at Nyx, who is blinking at Libertus’ outrageous declaration stupidly. Her interest peaked, before taking out her cell and typing in something. Pelna though, has blanked out completely.

“What are you doing?” Libertus turns to her and peers over her shoulder. “The hell!? Crowe!”

“Moogling how to get him a fake passport and ID out. Lestallum sounds safe. Or maybe we should get plastic sur-“

“No! We’re not doing that! We’re Glaives and thats illegal!” Libertus snaps and slaps down the young mage’s phone on the table,“I just want to tell you, I’ve connected the dots anyway-” The bigger Galahdian replies blandly.

“You’ve connected shit. What are you idiots up to?” Luche calls out as he joins the crew along with a couple of other Glaives in tow.

“We’re talking about our Hero’s mysterious lover.” Pelna starts. A few whistles and laughter rose at that.

“And we also think that he’s dating a criminal.”

Silence drops before chaos breaks out amongst the platoon.

“Just-hold on! How did we even get to this conclusion?!” Nyx yells at the group who starts up a heated debate.

“Okay, hear me out. So-“ Libertus pauses for a swig, “You only told us that he’s a dude, earns enough, their job makes them travel, a rather good fighter and quite a looker and YES. I . Know. Your standards. AND! We know he might have killed a man or two. So, you put A and B, you get a damn criminal-”

“You get shit! When did you see him kill someone huh!?” Nyx jabs a pointy skewer violently over, which Libertus simply shoves away.

“He’s not denying he CAN kill!” Someone shouts from the back, earning them a finger from Nyx.

“You got us all drinks when we went to the new club! The hostess came to you and went all ‘Hey handsome! Courtesy of your sweetheart’! And you took it with thanks! Like, you knew all along we had free drinks coming!”

“Weren’t you drunk on the floor by then? Also, I’m not going to be turning down free shots even if they are from someone else!”

“Didn’t the same hostess tell us not to take both trays, said the other one was for the VIP table next door and its spiked, and we all laughed?” Minos, one of Nyx’s fellow kinsmen, mutters wryly and receives sudden attention from the Glaives who fall silent once more.

“Oh so Nyx’s sugar daddy was the one who bought us drinks?” A new glaive, pipes up while munching on a cracker.

“Thats it?! Thats your takeaway from all this? Not the fact that Nyx’s sugar daddy bought us Glaives shots and poisoned the civvies next door?” Kaia, one of the Galahdian ladies, barks grimly.

“What?!” Now even Luche looks constipated, and Luche doesn’t give a shit about anything outside of work.

“Will you please stop calling him that?! We both share the expenses!” Nyx groans, mentally exhausted with this lot who are all ignoring him in favour of something juicier.

“I’m was going to take a piss and saw some of the VIPs next table. Then I saw some were on News at 9 the next day, said that their death is still pending investigation. I checked. Its some rich bloke and a private banker involved in some money laundering thing and stuff awhile ago. ” Minos finally lays out his findings to his audience.

“C-Could it be just a coincidence?” Pelna, ever the optimist.

“See! Criminal! You can’t tell me all this secrecy is normal!” Libertus exclaims helplessly.“Then that one place you went for a date-“

“I knew it! So you lot really were the ones that stalked me then?! Ifrit’s bloody dick, what the fuck is friendship even at this point?!” Nyx throws his hand up in frustration and glares at his platoon.

“We were worried, dumbass.” Crowe rolls her eyes and sips her soda. “Though I have to admit, you managed to shake us off every time. Can’t even even track your partner either, like he’s never there whenever we tried to stake him out. Impressive.”

“That’s not the point! The point is that we found out that area you went for your date down by South Gate is run by Lucian gang members. Legit, proper, fucking, gangsters who doesn’t give a shit about the law! You had told us that your boyfriend said it was a place run by a ‘family friend’!” Libertus yells, earning them another round of roars from their comrades.

“It was! And the food is actually good!” Nyx tries retort but the Glaives are not having it.

“You don’t just simply vanish from a Kingsglaive! Or get connections like that! Libs is right! I bet he is a gang leader!” one of the glaives yells.

“Am I the only one paying attention to the fact its a restaurant run by a gangster?” Pelna mutters dryly to Crowe beside him.

“The people there have mad tats tho. Gotta say I like the fancy design they got going-”

“Crowe. Please.”

“ALRIGHT! That’s it. Either I’m leaving or I get wasted, I should not be sober for this shit.” Luche grumbles like the wet blanket he is and turns to help himself to a crate of beer from the back of the stall along with a couple of fellow Galahdians.”I don’t care who you’re fucking, Ulric! As long as it doesn’t become a problem for us or affects you out there on the field!”

The rest of the group turns to Nyx.

“What can I say? I like to live dangerously on the edge.”Nyx deadpans back as a retort, knowing he cannot argue back at these group of morons anymore at this point.

“I don’t think I want to know more really. In case I do get arrested, so I can legitimately tell them I know nothing.” Pelna finally gathers what sanity he has left hanging at long last and shakes his head. A few Glaives grunt in agreement, considering their status as refugees working in a less than welcoming city, before heading up to get their order from Yamachang.

“Let’s be real, even if he is a criminal, Nyx is a big boy, he probably can stab him first before anything happens.” Crowe tries to convince them as they began to settle down and dig into their supper instead. “Also, I’m gonna have to see how we can get you a fake ID, lover boy. You caught yourself in a mess, so just be careful, yeah? Even if we can’t kill him, I can help you have a Plan B.”

“Wow. Comforting.” Nyx replies dryly.

“You make your own choices but do look after yourself, my brother, please. Though I will admit, you look happier since you started dating. Don’t get hurt, if not, we really are going to go rogue and find a place to bury the guy.” Libertus sighs heavily, swinging an arm around his old friend.

“Thanks. Love you assholes.” Nyx huffs while the gang starts becoming rowdy once more.

“Love you too, Hero.”

——

Nyx finally arrives home at ass o clock, but not really all that wasted. Not after lugging Libertus’ whole ass back to his own apartment, which was enough to sober him up throughly. The young soldier heads up the stairs, careful not to make a noise. He stops by Prompto’s room and checks on the little one, tucking in carefully his chocobo duvet before heading back to the bedroom. He takes a shower and notices the fresh pair of his sleeping pants left by the side of the bath. Nyx smiles and puts it on, before tossing the towel over into the laundry basket. He would get to it tomorrow on his rest day.

Nyx switches off the audio system playing softly and wriggles in under the covers, squirming into his sleeping boyfriend’s hold. Cor gives an annoyed grunt and holds down the restless Galahdian trying to burrow a hole into his shoulder. Nyx finally stops once he is comfortable.

“Cor?”

“Mmngn.”

“Love you. Even if you are a criminal.”

“…I- What?”

——

Extra:

A quiet Crowe, a dissociating Pelna and a nervous Libertus dressed in plains clothes sits on the cushions in a fancy restaurant, feeling exceptionally out of place. The private room decorated in fine pinewood and foreign paintings on its doors. The bamboo in the garden fills the place with a peaceful sound. Yet neither of the Glaives are feeling the zen. Each staring at their hands silently until a stoic lady hands a menu to their host while a waitress serves up some refreshments. The intricate and colourful tattoos visible from the collar and sleeves of the lady’s elegant garbs when she leaves the room. The trio tries their best to refrain from staring at the supposedly high ranking member of the Lucian underground society.

“You may find grilled eel decent, Nyx seems to enjoy it. I personally would recommend bluefin tuna.” The Marshal remarks, glancing at the paper with the seasonal menu of the day quietly. Before he takes the bottle and pours out some for his fellow guests, but pauses to give the underage mage a sparkling juice instead.

“Y-yes sir. Um,” Libertus starts uncomfortably. Out of all the people, of course Nyx just had to go big and date the Immortal, their superior officer and the Lion of Lucis. He’s a Ulric, and they do nothing in halves. “May I ask why…?”

“We did skip a lot of the usual traditions in a marriage, in both Lucian and Galahdian. It matters little to me, but Nyx takes family very seriously, and you three are the closest to that for him. It won’t do for him to miss out on a proper family dinner in your customs. Especially now that you know about our relationship and Prompto.” Cor explains, his arms crossed over his chest once he hands them a delicate cup each.

“I-I see.” Libertus mummers softly, as he remembers that the chocobo chick they have adopted into their community is actually a Leonis. Though he is also somewhat surprised and glad to see a Lucian taking care to note of their Galahdian traditions. They pick up the offered refreshment with a bit more ease now.

“This way at least his own kinsmen will not think he has gone on to elope with a criminal either.”

The Glaives chokes on their sake just as Nyx arrives in casually with young bubbly Prompto bouncing by his side, oblivious to the prior tension in the room.

——

A/N: Cor is just being a lil shit here, messing with his ‘in-laws’. While trying to observe both Lucian and Galahdian customs that he vaguely, somewhat, remembers. Does Cor really know the yakuza? Can the glaives outwit the Marshal? I leave what exactly happened in this fic up to your interpretation.

#ffxv #ffxv au #kingsglaive #final fantasy xv #nyx ulric #crowe altius #libertus ostium #pelna khara #luche lazarus #the galahdian glaives are back!#they are in their early twenties or younger here #unrealiable narrators #cor and prompto towards the end #cornyx #the lion the coeurl and the cub

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Hotshot (Clarice x Jason)

Pairing: Clarice Stokes x Jason Kolchek (The Dark Pictures Anthology: House of Ashes)

Words: 5251

Warnings: Swearing, slight NSFW, mentions of body horror, slight OOC

A/N 1: Content for my crack ship? Fine I'll do it myself. Lol it's been months since I've written anything and YEARS since I've written anything and posted it on Tumblr so hopefully I'm not too rusty.

A/N 2: Set in an AU where the team spends a week at the base before the raid because it's bullshit that they didn't get time to bond. Also an AU where Clarice doesn't die because her death being inevitable was also complete bullshit!! But I do love that then flirting in the game is pretty much canon I feel validated yee yee.

~~~~~~~

Thousands of feet above ground, Doctor Clarice Stokes quietly pondered on how she ended up here, how years upon years of her tireless work led to assisting on a mission in a country which saw devastating amounts of active warfare mere weeks ago.

She tried not to dwell on it much. After all, when Eric King asks for your assistance and involvement, you curtsey and comply. Having known the man for years - she learned the hard way.

Clarice hated violence, therefore wasn't a huge fan of war, but then again, who was? She was more of a lover than a fighter.

Well, a lover isn't exactly how she'd identify herself either, considering the success ratio of her dating history while knocking at 30's door but "lover" was still a far better way to describe her when compared to "fighter".

The woman looked at the helicopter seat opposite hers, where the Colonel thoughtfully gritted his teeth, a blank expression on his face.

He always tended to do that. No wonder his jaw could sink the Titanic.

"Well someone's beaming with excitement." She said sarcastically, popping her gum, loud enough to startle him.

Eric snapped out of it, turning to his assistant.

"Just thinking about how I'm going to… explain all this to my wife."

Clarice pouted jokingly, fixing the cap that was on her short head of hair.

"She's a big girl, she can take it."

That seemed to force something resembling a smile out of the tense man.

"Hope you're right."

Not long after, they arrived at their destination, the base of Rachel King's team, which seemed to be right in the Iraqi leader's domain. Quite the low blow.

Eric hurried out of the helicopter as soon as it touched the ground, it seems, while Clarice took her time collecting her stuff.

She rolled her eyes at the Colonel's urgency. Didn't even help the lady out. Rude.

Nonetheless, she followed the man out and towards the Iraqi "castle".

Just as she approached the two men conversing at the entrance, Eric handed the soldier in front of him the order from CENTCOM about the change of command.

Clarice smirked. "Didn't you hear? There's a new King in the Castle." She said, proud of her glorious wordplay.

"Looks that way." The soldier said.

She put down the case of equipment and considered the man, immediately noticing his almost boyish good looks that contrasted those muscular inked arms of his.

She leaned her weight on one leg, swaying where she stood a bit.

His attention shifted to her.

"And you are?"

She was about to answer when Eric decided to scold her on how she treated the equipment.

"Careful, Clarice! That's valuable research."

"Yes Siree…" She replied mockingly, rolling her eyes as soon as he looked away.

Turning back to the soldier, she introduced herself with a sheepish smile.

"Doctor Stokes… At your service." She added warmly.

"First Lieutenant Jason Kolchek." He greeted.

Hello there, lieutenant… she thought.

Eric looked between them momentarily.

"Well! The briefing room."

Jason nodded and threw a quick glance Clarice's way before gesturing the two of them towards the door.

Colonel King went ahead while Clarice grabbed the equipment.

"Is he always this much of a dick?" The lieutenant asked, unimpressed.

She didn't immediately realize he was talking to her but chuckled nonetheless.

"Ha! So many dick levels. This is like a two. Wait till he turns it up to eleven." Clarice commented before walking in and the man's gaze followed her as she did.

~~~

Inside, Clarice was trailing behind the two men while inspecting the lavish if not… beaten up mansion.

"You'll have to excuse the noise and disorder. We're just getting the base set up." He put his hands on each side. "Blows my mind. Only a few weeks ago Saddam was living it up out here. Chowing down on candy bars while some… poor bastard clipped his toenails!"

Clarice raised an eyebrow at him.

"Nice image…"

"If only he could see the state of this place now. Makes me smile." He added before getting ahead.

Well, there's someone with a passion for war. Or a passionate hatred against the enemy. Same thing really.

They moved along, running into a soldier working out on the way.

Him and Jason exchanged a few words before the older man turned to Dr. Stokes.

"Maybe missy here would like to watch me get my sweat on, huh? Wanna spot me, little lady?"

Clarice cringed internally, and so did everyone else in the general vicinity.

"I can see you just fine from here, thanks."

She could have said worse. Much worse. Could have made the man wish there was a sinkhole in here somewhere. But decided against it.

Jason turned to her with an apologetic smile.

"Ignore Corporal Merwin, he lacks social skills."

Eventually they found themselves in an office set up where, after a brief quarrel, Jason got Eric a full site access.

Ooooh, her hour was nearing, she could feel it.

Jason held up the letter from CENTCOM.

"I'm telling you when the Queen Bitch finds out about this, she's gonna flip her shit."

Eric frowned.

"That's my wife you're talking about." He spat angrily before pushing past the lieutenant.

Oof… Clarice thought.

"I-I had no idea, I'm sorry."

Oh he's dumb. Cute, but dumb… She noted. Urgh does that mean her whole "King" pun went over his head? What a waste.

She couldn't resist a sassy remark as she passed him, though it earned her his eye roll.

"Nice work, hotshot."

They reached a busy hall of some sort, with a circular ceiling, ones you see in churches or mosques and as Clarice set down her equipment, she could hear Jason stutter some apology and the Colonel didn't seem to hold the rude comment about his wife against the Lieutenant.

"If it helps, we like to think of it as a term of endearment."

She snort-laughed under her breath as she busied herself with her computer.

A few minutes passed when Jason approached her.

"Right. Let's get you set up."

She eyed him and smiled.

"I hope the bandwidth can cope with the data."

Clarice could basically hear the gears turning in his head as she said that.

"I'll leave the techy stuff to you."

She turned to him, eyes stopping on his arms.

"And I'll leave the heavy lifting to you."

She flirted.

He smiled, his dimples sinking.

"We got a deal, lady."

She felt a flutter in her stomach as she changed the subject.

"What is this place, anyway? Looks like an old ballroom."

Jason nodded.

"That's exactly what it is. I guess Saddam liked to get down on the dancefloor." He joked.

Clarice chuckled, eyes on her monitor now.

"Do you think if his dance partner stepped on his foot it'd be an instant "off with her head"?"

He laughed heartily.

"It wouldn't surprise me."

She straightened and looked him up and down, subtly biting her lower lip.

"Maybe when we're done, I'll let you spin me around a little." She said suggestively, without much thinking, hoping a guy like him wouldn't have cold feet from a direct woman.

Jason's eyes widened from her forwardness, but slowly a knowing smirk crept onto his face.

"As long as you don't step on my foot." He replied playfully before leaving her side.

Clarice stared after him before returning to her work.

After some time, Eric held his briefing, addressing the results of his research and development of the "Caelus" thermal satellite that had supposedly discovered Saddam Hussein's chemical weapons silo.

He also explained that CENTCOM was going to give them full authorization to raid and search the area, but the approval would take some time. A week at most. Thank God for this base, then.

Great. A week surrounded by the trouble-in-paradise duo and a whole lot of misogynistic soldiers. Fantastic.

Well, at least Jason was there to hopefully keep her some… pleasant company.

~~~

Hours passed and just as Clarice was getting into the flow of her work she was suddenly… Pretty much done with it.

Done with the data export, supply check, even did a head count while she was at it.

She was just sitting in the office set up from before, communicating and helping with the recon specialists scattered in the area.

This was going to be a slow week, she could tell.

Just then, a now familiar face was passing by and decided to peek his head in.

"Miss Stokes." Jason greeted her.

She wanted to correct him, but decided against it, biting the tip of the pencil she was holding.

"Lieutenant."

"Jason is fine. Or Kolchek. Whatever floats your boat."

Clarice exhaled.

"Says the man who called me Miss Stokes."

He smirked.

"I take it you prefer - Doctor Stokes." He said, flipping a chair and sitting on it backwards.

She laughed.

"That's a whole 'nother question. Clarice is just fine."

He considered her.

"So what's a girl like you doing, playing a boy's game, huh, Clarice?"

Her eyes widened at his nerve.

"Something's telling me you wouldn't dare ask Rachel the same question." She challenged.

"Nah." Jason shook his head. "Love her or hate her, Rachel is built for this."

"What makes you think I'm not?" She asked, almost offended.

He shrugged.

"Just don't strike me as the type, is all."

Clarice clicked her tongue.

"Let's just say… It's an excuse to see the world. And end it there."

He snorted.

"Because an Iraqi war front is such a dream destination…"

She laughed and leaned back in her seat, boldly lifting her leg up on the table.

"Yeah, no, not exactly my ideal vacation spot."

"What is?"

"Huh?"

"Your ideal vacation spot. What is it?"

"Dunno. Haven't really thought about it." She shrugged. "I guess ultimately anywhere is better than here."

He shrugged right back.

"The weather's nice sometimes."

Clarice groaned.

"As if. It's hot as all fuck. Speaking of…" she stood up. "Be a dear and help me get this off." She said playfully, implying the tactical vest she had on.

Jason was baffled by her request, but complied anyway, helping with all the clamps, zippers and Velcro straps of the vest, easing it right off her slender shoulders.

He threw it over his forearm.

"Doesn't seem like something you couldn't have done by yourself."

"It isn't." Clarice confirmed. "Thanks, hotshot."

"Don't tell me that's gonna stick."

She smiled.

"Your fate was sealed the second I got here."

Closing the distance between them to retrieve the pack of gum she stuck in one of the many pockets of the vest.

"Got it." She whispered, popping one of the bubblegum strips in her mouth. "Want one?"

He smiled and took a piece of it as well.

"Sure."

The woman blew a big bubble and popped it instantly before returning to her seat, the curves of her torso now more obvious without the bulky vest.

"And what about you?"

Jason stared at her in a trance for a second before snapping out of it.

"What? Dream vacation spot?"

"Naaah, that one's super obvious just looking at you, probably some outdoor retreat to… Wyoming or some shit." She mocked.

"Hey! Yellowstone is a great place for a trip!" He defended, only half-joking.

She returned to her question.

"I meant what got you here."

"Whaddya think?"

"Mmm.." She hummed thoughtfully. "You probably come from a line of soldiers. Dreamed of this all your life. Saluted the next door neighbors since you were 3." She joked. "First word was probably lieutenant."

Jason smiled sadly.

"Not even close, unfortunately."

Her eyes widened.

"Oh? So what's your story?"

The man tensed. The sudden change in his demeanor let her know he didn't want to talk about it.

"Right." She got up and went to take the vest from him. "I probably held you up here for longer than necessary. Thanks for the help with this ol' thing."

He flashed her a friendly smile, heading for the door.

"Anytime, lady."

"...Seriously?"

He pointed at her.

"Takes two to tango."

~~~

That evening, almost everyone was escorted to small remote areas which… COULD be referred to as bedrooms. By someone who has never seen a bedroom in their life.

There were of course legitimate bedrooms in Hussein's castle that were, of course, hogged by the higher ups. The CO, the ex-CO. The two are fucking married yet still took separate ones. Lieutenant Kolchek got a nice one as well. And Clarice couldn't really complain about her little sleeping area either.

Freed from the military appropriate attire, Doctor Stokes remained in her undergarments as well as an undershirt and a grey button up shirt that covered her up to her thighs.

She seemed to have jinxed the hot weather earlier because at night it was definitely a lot more chilly. She deduced that climbing under the blanket will help.

Clarice was about to call it a night when a firm and deliberate knock on the door startled her.

"Jesus-…"

She cautiously opened the door, only slightly, who knew what some of those soldiers were capable of.

The woman relaxed when she saw the lieutenant.

"Jason, hey."She noted the rifle in his hand.

"Can't sleep without your lucky gun?"

He smirked.

"Just a quick sweep of the perimeter before bed, ma'am. You doing alright?"

Clarice opened the door wider and Jason's eyes almost immediately fled to her legs.

"Eyes up here, soldier." She teased.

He cleared his throat.

"Sorry." He said sincerely. "Just make sure to not go out during the night."

"Why? Does Merwin sleepwalk commando?" She joked.

Jason grimaced.

"Thanks for putting that in my head."

"You're quite welcome."

"But, thank God, no. There's just a lot of open air areas. Who knows what the hell gets in and out at night."

"I can handle a few creepy crawlies."

"Didn't say you couldn't. Just warning ya."

She laughed.

"If anything, I'll make sure to put on my best damsel in distress performance just for you."

"Appreciate it." He joked back.

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, feeling the chill air hit her exposed legs.

"Do you mind..?"

"Of course not. G'night, Miss Stokes."

"Night, hotshot." She said before shutting the door.

~~~

Hectically, 2 days passed. No one seemed to notice how. A lot of work piled on ahead of the raid, but everyone seemed to make it out of that whirlpool of work, once again enjoying a slow day. The calm before the storm, so to speak.

Doctor Stokes hardly got to interact with anyone. Especially considering she mostly worked with earphones in. But she made sure to spare some time for a flirtatious remark or two towards the handsome soldier.

Clarice wouldn't want to lose the attention of Lieutenant Hotshot.

She smirked to herself at the thought of the nickname as she set up the computers in the ballroom, first thing in the morning.

Clarice searched for one of the main hard drives containing the operation info, but soon realized she couldn't find it.

"Where the fuck-... Shit!" She hurried towards the office only to come face to face with Jason.

"Whoa, what's the hurry, lady?"

"Not now, Kolchek, I need to find-"

Suddenly he held up the hard drive she was looking for.

"-Exactly that." She snatched it right out of his hands. "Oh, thank God, I would have been fucked with a pipe sideways if I lost this."

He snorted.

"Didn't take you for the clumsy type."

Clarice rolled her eyes.

"Everyone was moving shit, must have fell." She complained.

"You're always welcome, ma'am." He added nonchalantly.

She smiled reluctantly.

"Thank you."

The woman walked past him back towards the computers, shoving the earbuds back in, now deaf to the outside world.

A minute passed. Two. Five.

And she didn't even notice that he was just standing around, leaning against a supply crate and looking at her the whole time until she turned around.

Her eyes widened.

"Uh… Penny for your thoughts?"

Jason just stared at her, head tilted, hands resting on either side of him on the crate.

"Earth to Jason?" She urged.

"Are you up for that spin, lady?"

A tight knot formed in her abdomen as he said that.

Clarice turned her back to him slowly, tucking her earphones away.

"What spin?" She asked, pretending she didn't know what he was talking about.

"I do recall you saying you'd let me… Spin you around when we're done." There was something less… Restrained about the tone of his voice… and she liked it.

"Does it look like we're even remotely done?" She teased.

He got off the crate, walking towards her confidently.

"I've followed all my orders. Not doing anything of importance right now. Are you?"

She stared at him for a long moment, closing her computer and shoving the equipment on the table aside with her forearm without breaking eye contact with him.

"Not really."

Jason flashed a confident smile.

"Then what do you say I spin you around a little, right here, right now, Doctor."

Clarice didn't take long to consider, despite the sudden offer. She closed the distance between them almost immediately, smashing her lips against his desperately.

And he wasted no time in kissing back, cupping her face in his hands while he deepened the kiss.

She groaned loudly against his lips, reaching a hand up and knocking off his cap before tangling her fingers in his dark brown hair. Eliciting a surprised yet pleased noise from him as she tugged at the strands.

Her other hand settled on the back of his neck while his hands ventured lower, impatiently grasping her thighs, ushering her to wrap her legs around him.

Which she did, got her legs around his waist with a quick jump.

Jason carried her onto the table before shifting his attention from her lips to her jaw and neck, gently biting and sucking on the sensitive skin while she gasped and helplessly grasped his tactical vest.

She struggled with it for a minute before pushing him away in frustration.

"Couldn't have gotten this off before you got here?" She complained.

He chuckled and tugged at the choker around her neck that was getting in the way of his kisses.

"This thing's harder to take off than the vest."

Clarice clicked her tongue, pushing him off her entirely.

"Get rid of that." She almost ordered, pulling the choker up and over her head.

He smirked.

"Yes, ma'am."

The woman set aside her accessory, watching him fumble with the vest before finally getting it off a minute or so later.

She reached her hand out and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him back in for another kiss.

Jason parted her lips with his tongue, while his hands moved lower, grabbing the hem of her dark gray shirt and pulling it up and over her head. Though it was warm out, she shivered at the sudden sensation of the air against her torso as she was left only in her white sports bra.

He dipped his head and started kissing her shoulder and collarbone.

She noticed his hands fleeing towards his pants as he hurried to undo the buttons and zipper.

Someone's in a rush…

Though she'd prefer to take it slower, she didn't mind his approach.

"Give me my backpack." She said, pointing at the bag beside their feet.

He complied and Clarice started searching the smaller compartments. Not long after she found the pack of condoms that she packed.

Jason laughed at the find.

"What an important thing to pack during a war mission, right?"

"Hey! Condoms are useful for many things."

"Like..?"

She giggled and bit her lip.

"Fucking hot lieutenants."

Jason smiled and kissed her again, now busying himself with removing her jeans.

She moaned as he gently stroked down her lower abdomen to her pelvic area. While she impatiently reached out and pulled his shirt off. Very fond of what she saw, she ran a quick hand down his toned torso.

The man quickly yanked her sports bra up, making the fabric bunch up just below her collarbone before pressing himself against her again, exposed chest to chest.

He pulled her short strands of black hair, attacking her neck with his tongue again.

Clarice clawed gently at his back, getting quite impatient as well.

"Fuck-... Jason…"

Both of their trousers now bunched up around their thighs, Jason pulled her lower half closer towards him, dry humping her while his hand searched for the condoms she left on the table.

All of a sudden someone cleared their throat behind them, making both of them jump.

Rachel stood by the entrance angrily, staring off to the side, to avoid looking at them, a file in her hand.

"Shit…" Jason whispered, getting off Clarice and pulling his pants up.

The Doctor's face burned a bright red as she got off the table, covering herself with her shirt.

"Doctor Stokes, before you proceed with screwing my lieutenant, could you please type this file out, Eric needs a digital copy."

Rachel requested, still avoiding looking at them.

"O-of course." She mumbled, taking the file from the woman who turned and stomped out of the ballroom immediately.

"F-fuck…" Clarice cursed under her breath, mortified after the encounter.

"Clarice, I'm sorr-"

"No! No I'm sorry, this was absolutely out of line. We shouldn't have." She admitted.

He cleared his throat, disappointed.

"I-"

She threw her shirt on and gathered her stuff, deciding to work elsewhere.

"If you'll excuse me, lieutenant."

~~~

Within the next few days Clarice couldn't quite shake off the embarrassment of being busted with Jason by Rachel. Her only hope was the abrasive woman didn't immediately gossip with Eric about it, surely she'd lose all of his respect.

Furthermore, she couldn't even look the lieutenant in the eye after that.

Fuck, she didn't remember the last time she was so embarrassed, she wasn't the shyest person on earth but that was just… awful.

But as her embarrassment faltered, her frustration of the sexual kind resurfaced again.

But with it being the night before the raid, she shook off all desires to have sex with the man.

After all, they might not see each other ever again after that, might as well bury the embarrassment with her.

She basically barricaded herself in her quarters after dark, the sooner she calls it a night, the sooner they'll raid the silo, the sooner she'll get back home.

That's it.

That was basically the plan when she laid down… But she couldn't sleep.

"Goddammit…" She whispered to herself.

She laid restlessly for some time when she heard slow footsteps just outside her door.

In the back of her mind she knew exactly who it was, so without thinking she rushed to open the door, before the visitor could even knock.

Just as she suspected, she came face to face with Jason.

"Hey…" He greeted her cautiously.

Clarice sighed.

"Hey yourself."

They stared at each other for a while before Jason dared to break the silence.

"Look, I-"

But before he could say much, Clarice yanked him into the room by his shirt, crashing her lips against his while he made sure to close the door after them.

Both of them realized this could be their last opportunity to sleep together and there wasn't much to lose. They both wanted it. So why fight it?

And it didn't take long for them to ditch the effort to be quiet, the occasional pleasured moan ringing out in the corridors of the Iraqi castle.

~~~

The next morning, just before the raid, there was a certain bounce in Clarice's step.

She was energetically helping gather equipment when she eavesdropped on Merwin's sleazy conversation.

"I swear I was right below them, shit was like a fucking stampede. I guess Colonel pretty boy and wife dearest were patching up their marriage last night, for good luck."

"Nah, man, that's impossible." Nick said angrily.

"It's okay, buddy, live in your denial." The older man said, hand on Nick's shoulder.

Clarice's eyes widened. Yeah, no, both of them were wrong.

She searched in that crowd of soldiers, locking eyes with Jason who winked at her knowingly.

The woman laughed to herself. They better bet their asses that it was good luck.

Suddenly Jason approached her with a friendly smile on his face.

She smiled flirtatiously.

"Morning, lieutenant."

"G'morning." He shifted uncomfortably.

"Something on your mind?" She asked in a whisper.

Jason tilted his head thoughtfully.

"Maybe when this shit is all over we could… Grab a drink back in the ol' U. S. Of A."

"Are you asking me out, hotshot?" She asked with a smirk.

"Depends on the answer, Miss Stokes."

Clarice considered his offer.

"Sure. I'd like that."

He seemed almost surprised that she agreed but was glad nonetheless.

"Great."

#house of ashes #the dark pictures #the dark pictures house of ashes #the dark pictures anthology #the dark pictures fanfiction #house of ashes fanfiction #jason kolchek #clarice stokes

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He’s Lost - Bakugou Katsuki - Part 3

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, sexual mentions, smut, 18+, daddy kink, fingering (fisting?), f!receiving, alcohol, cursing, LONG WRITING PIECE, Bakusquad a teensy wheensy bit ooc, BAKUGOU BEING A BIG ASS SIMP

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Summary: After the classroom moment, Katsuki’s been doing everything he can to get you back. You’ve both come to terms as friends who are mutually pining for one another, but how long will it take to finally be found by one another?

A/N: Y’all I just have to keep saying thank you to all of you. The love and support is incredible and I never expected my one shot to be so likeable. Anyways, this piece is what will bring the whole story together. Just HELLA fluff. Hope you enjoy!

A/N: If you guys are curious as to what I put for Y/N’s quirk, I’ve titled it Phoenix. She has all the abilities of a Phoenix, like fire powers, regeneration, and flight ability with beautiful wings of fire that can come out on command. Honestly, her quirk isn’t really a big deal in the story but if you wanted to know, there you go.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“I fucked her in the classroom,” Bakugou so calmly said while taking a sip from his water bottle.

Kirishima felt like he was gonna faint. He told his friend to talk to her so they could make up. He didn’t expect him to dick her down.

“Wow Kacchan, didn’t know you were an exhibitionist,” The electric blonde said while nudging Bakugou in the arm with his elbow.

“I’m not......well-“

“Katsuki” Kirishima said with a warning tone because he did NOT want to hear about his friend’s kinks.

“Right. Anyway, it was fine. No one was there...actually why weren’t you guys there? We all had class you idiots.” Bakugou asked.

“Mr. Aizawa told us the day before that we were going to meet up in gym gamma for an all day training sesh. So we were all shocked when one of our best fighters didn’t show.” Kirishima explained.

“Well nobody told me we were having an all day session.” Bakugou complained.

The group then raised their phones showing the texts sent to the group chat the boys of the Bakusquad shared.

8:47 a.m.

🦈 : Bakugou, tmr is all day training in the gym. Make sure you’re there

11:21 a.m.

🕷: You gonna be in the gym wit us tmrw Bakugou?

2:10 a.m.

⚡️: Sooo we’ll see u in the gym tmr Kacchan?

After some silence and Bakugou’s soft “oh,” Bakugou asked another question. “Well why wasnt Y/N there then?”

“Just like you, the girl wasn’t in class the day before so she didn’t know. She spent the day interning with Hawks.” Sero stated while taking a break from his bag of chips.

‘Hawks huh? Guess it made sense. You both had bird-like quirks, so you guys go well together’ The blonde thought to himself.

“But enough of why you weren’t there, tell us what happened with Y/N,” Sero added on.

“The hell? Why are you so invested in how I fucked her?” Bakugou said with attitude.

“Not that man,” Kirishima intervened, “we wanna know what happened after.”

“We also wanna know which desk you fucked on so we could avoid the cum splatter.” Kaminari said, earning a wack to the back of his head from Sero.

“Well I thought we were gonna make up and get back together,” Bakugou started and the trio of boys stared right at him as if he was going to open some buried treasure.

“But I guess she’s not ready for the relationship again. At least not yet. She said she wanted some time and then she’ll come back to me. All I gotta do is wait.” Bakugou said while getting comfortable in his spot on the common room couch.

“Says who?” Kaminari added.

“ ‘scuse me?” Bakugou asked.

“Who says all you gotta do is wait?” Bakugou looked at his idiotic friend.

“She did, Dunce Face.”

“Well you could wait for her, but if I was you, I’d still treat her like my girlfriend.” The electric blonde stated.

“Huh?” The entire group asked.

“Bakugou look. Give Y/N the time she wants, but you could still treat her like your girlfriend. It’ll remind her of the times you had and it’l-“

“I’m gonna stop you right there Kaminari.”

As the group turned towards the doorway, they saw Y/N. She seemed to have gotten back from some extra training considering she was still wearing gym attire and her duffel bag was still on her shoulder.

“Hey Y/N, just got back from the gym?” Kirishima kindly started up a conversation with the girl.

“Yeah. Had to take a shower there too to save some time. I’m heading back out to go on a late night patrol with Hawks after I drop off my bag, but I can spend 2 minutes to explain something to you, dorks.” You started walking towards the group, more specifically behind Bakugou’s seat.

“I’m gonna make this real simple. Katsuki and I don’t need a grand plan to get back together. We just need some time,” when you finally made it behind Bakugou, you gently wrapped your arms around Katsuki’s neck area, “besides, Suki knows I’ll always come back to him. He’s my one and only after all, right?” You said the last part while looking at Bakugou.

“Right.” Katsuki proudly replied.

You leaned in to give him a little hug from behind and pecked his cheek before walking off to your room.

Katsuki couldn’t help but smile and watch as you walked away. He knew you guys would end up back together. All he has to do is wait. But his moment was ruined by a certain dunce face.

“Damn dude, what the fuck kinda dick did you give her to get her to act like that with you?” He shockingly asked.

“SHUT UP!” Bakugou screamed as his two other friends laughed.

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Ever since, Bakugou and You grew closer and closer. To others, it looked like exes who stuck to being friends. Best friends, if anything. Y’all played together as best friends, fought and bickered like best friends and looked out for each other and loved one another like best friends. But in reality, you and Bakugou were just falling for each other even more day after day. Yes, it was clear to you both that you were already in love with each other, but damn y’all didn’t know love could grow so strong.

Bakugou stuck to his word though. He was doing whatever it took to get you back, and yeah. Maybe he took a little bit of Kaminari’s advice and continued to treat you as his girlfriend. The only difference was that he didn’t and couldn’t claim you so it kinda hurt him but he was ok because he knows what’ll happen in the end.

So now we have this Bakugou who’s at your every beck and call, even when you don’t call. Thirsty in the middle of class? Bakugou’s got your favorite drink with him on standby. Craving something special? Bakugou will learn how to make it for you. Tired after a hard day’s work? The angry Pomeranian was there to carry you back to the dorms. What a simp.

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*RIINNNGGGGGG*

And there goes the bell for class. As students walked into their respective rooms, the students of 1-A notice the two entering.

“And here comes Bakugou holding the door for his lady,” Kaminari spoke aloud.

“Hey man, they’re not dating, remember?” Sero reminded him.

“Yet. That’s the exciting part. 2 lovers, patiently waiting for each other. And Bakugou being so willing to drop everything just for Y/N, and Y/N willing to tussle through challenges for Bakugou. Ohh it’s so romantic!!” Mina said with a squeal and excitement.

“Bakubro really doesn’t want anyone else but her....they’re gonna get through this!” Kirishima hopefully said. “If they don’t I’ll beat his ass myself after all the shit I went through for this relationship. You know, THE RELATIONSHIP IM NOT EVEN IN!” He said loud enough for Bakugou to hear.

“Those idiots,” Bakugou growled. “CANT A GUY JUST SPEND SOME TIME WITH HIS GIRL WITHOUT SOME CRACKHEADS WHISPERING ABOUT US?!” He yelled at the group. But with that last comment, you raised your brow.

“So I’m your girl, huh?” You said with a sly demeanor.

This caused Katsuki to blush like crazy. “You know what I meant you little dumbass!”

“Yeah, I’m a dumbass. But apparently I’m your dumbass.” Your snide remarks were beginning to drive Katsuki crazy.

“Ok, that’s it!” With that, Bakugou grabbed your arm and dragged you away from the classroom before Mr. Aizawa came. As the 2 left the room, the boys of the Bakusquad knew exactly what was about to happen.

“Annnddd they’re they go. Off to a place of sweat and ecstasy.” Kaminari sighed.

Ever since that time in the classroom, you and Bakugou have had sneaky links here and there for the past few weeks. A little make out session in the kitchen, a little grinding in the common area, some receiving in many different places. However you were both cautious and made sure it never went beyond that. No vaginal penetration with a penis!

Though you both said you weren’t dating yet, it was obvious where you both would end up.

“What do you mean?” Mina asked.

“It’s nothing you have to worry about, just let them do them.” Kirishima explained.

Fortunately, only the Bakusquad boys were aware of these secret meetings. Once Bakugou told them of the classroom sex, they could tell whenever you two were interested in doing the deed with one another. They also steered clear from Bakugou’s desk. When they found out you both had gone to town on it, they made sure to never go near it unless they knew Bakugou cleaned it up thoroughly.

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“Mm...Suki..” you breathed out in between the heated kiss.

Here we are in the storage closet. Y/N seated on top of a small standing shelf with Katsuki standing over her and his fist deep inside her.

Katsuki was in the process of marking your exposed breast and enjoying the feeling of your soft walls around his hand. He couldn’t help but speed up his movements.

“P-please....slow down-“ you were cut off by your own moan and cry of pleasure as his fist hit a sensitive area.

“Oh c’mon, you know you love it. You also know you shouldn’t have given all that sass. You knew exactly where it would lead ya,” he spoke as he continued to bite and suck at your nipples. “But I bet you wanted this, didn’t you. You little slut.”

His fist sped up even more and went deeper than before earning loud cries to leave your mouth.

“Ahh...fuck! Y-yes! I wanted this so bad...ohh shit Suki!” You cried out. You felt the coil in your stomach tighten and Katsuki knew what was coming right from the look on your face. He quickly pulled his fist out and dropped his head down to meet your glistening cunt, and continued to finish you off.

“Shit....you taste so sweet.” Katsuki couldnt help but eat you out as if you were his last meal. He groaned as your hands went to tug at his hair to push him in deeper. As he stuck his tongue out to enter inside you, your hips moved on their own and began to grind against his face.

“Yes...yess oh my god..just like that Suki please,”

Katsuki was desperate for more and so his hand went to your clit. He viciously rubbed at it until your legs began to shake.

“F-FUCK!... oh yess...ah!” You let out.

“Let me taste you....come inside my mouth like a good girl and let daddy taste you.” Katsuki demanded.

And you did just that. You released the white honey all on his tongue and Katsuki lapped at every drop, sucking you dry. As he finished his meal he kissed your cunt and continued to kiss you up your body from you stomach to your chest to your neck until he reached your lips. He gave you a passionate kiss, all tongue and love, and you could taste yourself. He was right. You were sweet.

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During lunch, the Bakusquad, including Y/N, all ate together and had friendly conversations and arguments as usual.

“Man that steak hit the spot!” Kirishima exclaimed with a breath of satisfaction.

“I bet your already full too, huh Kacchan. Bet you already had your fill of Y/-“

*WHACK*

As the tray slowly slid off of Denki’s face after so rudely being thrown at him (curtousy of Sero) he was revealed to an angry Kacchan.

“Shut up dunce face!” Bakugou yelled.

“You’re one to talk Suki. If anyone should shut up, it should be the one with the booming voice.” You said as you ate your udon noodles.

“ME?!?” Bakugou exclaimed.

“Yes you ya dummy!” You retorted.

“You wanna go shitty woman?!?” Bakugou said while standing up now.

“Bring it on Blasty! I’ll take you on any day!” You replied while standing on top of your chair to beat his height.

‘Typical,’ the Bakusquad thought.

You guys would go from lovers to enemies in a split second with a besties vibe somewhere in between. The fun and teasing bickering went on like this for awhile and has been happening for awhile too. But at the end of the day, there was no real beef between you two of course. Just a mutual pining that involved some attitude.

“Man, you guys have so much energy. Cant you guys tone it down, we’re pretty sure you shouldn’t be so energized after you both just fu-“

*WHACK*

Sero was shut up with a tray (revenge from Denki) before he could finish his sentence and expose the soon to be lovers’s dirty secrets.

“I KNOW!” Mina popped up. “How about a beach day?” The pink alien girl suggested.

“Huh?” The entire group said while Y/N and Bakugou sat down again.

“A beach day! We all have pent up energy and some of us wanna relax so why not get everything out at the beach? Oou! And let’s go at night, it’ll be way cooler and so much more fun. Plus, that’s the best time for us to sneak out!” Pinkie explained.

“The hell do you mean sneak out dumbass? It’s a Friday, if we wanna go the beach, we can just go on Saturday, tomorrow.” Bakugou said.

“Jeez you moron, wheres the fun in that. Look this may seem a little wild since we’re hero trainees and all but how about we take a car to get to the beach?” Mina proposed.

“Mina, we’re under 18. We can’t drive.” Kirishima said.

“Legally. But Bakugou here knows how to drive! Remember that one time Mr. Aizawa made him pull the travel bus around the corner because he was too tired to bring it himself?” The alien girl reminded the group.

“Not only that, but Denki’s parents are outta town!” The girl added on.

“Oh yeah! We could totally take my Dad’s car! There’s definitely enough room in there!” Kaminari said.

The group was now starting to get excited. Except for one blonde of course.

“No way. Like you said Pinkie, we’re hero trainees. We can’t risk ruining ours or UA’s reputation just for some trip to the beach.” Bakugou said while downing his rice bowl.

“Aww c’mon man!”

“Whaaat but pleaseee!”

“Seriously dude?”

“Awwww :(“

The group all said in unison. But Bakugou wasn’t cracking. He wasn’t going to risk his career as a future pro just for a quick trip to some sand and sea.

That is until he felt a tugging on his sleeve. When he looked to his left he saw Y/N holding onto his sleeve with a pout and puppy dog eyes. His heart was about to blow.

“Please Suki?” You whined.

You basically embodied the “🥺” emoji. Bakugou had to turn away so he could deny your request.

“Mm mm” he said while staring out the window next to the table.

You let out a huff of frustration while looking towards your group of friends that were staring at you in desperation. You guys were going to get that beach day.

So you pulled onto Bakugou’s arm and pulled his side into your soft pillowy breast. You reached up and whispered into his ear to make sure no would could hear your next words. With a seductive voice, you spoke.

“Please daddy?”

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And now here we are. The Bakusquad currently on a road trip to the beach at 9:45 p.m. Y/N riding shotgun, Mina and Kirishima in the seats behind you, Kaminari and Sero in the third row right infront of the trunk, and Bakugou behind the wheel. He was just thankful that there was almost nobody driving around here or else they would’ve noticed this young group of teens driving late at night. He was also very thankful that during lunch yesterday, nobody noticed his raging boner after Y/N whispered in his ear.

“Oh my gosh!! We’re almost there!” Mina squealed from behind.

Although it was almost 10, the weather was still really warm so it would be a fun night. Just the moon, the stars, the sand and sea, and your best friends. Perfection.

“Oh! Suki, you missed the turn for the shortcut.” You pointed out.

“No I didn’t dumbass, we’re taking another shortcut.” Bakugou replied.

“Umm, says who exactly?” You retorted.

“The one driving this damn car, now settle your fine ass down before I kiss you.” Bakubitch replied with.

“Ok, just because you add a little flirt and flare to your reply doesn’t mean your in the right.” You stated.

“Oh but I think it does.” Bakugou came back with.

“Oh! Okay Bakubitch, I don’t know who you think you’re getting smart with-“

“I know exactly who I’m getting smart with, teddy bear.” Katsuki said with a smirk on his face.

“.....Fight me. Fight me right now.” You deadpanned while obviously joking.

“I’ll beat your ass any day of the week you shitty woman-“

“Except you’ll LOSE Bakubitch.” You added.

“You wanna fight that bad, huh shitty woman?!” Bakugou now started yelling in a very Bakugou manner.

“I do! I really do Katsuki! Bring it on Explosion boy!” You said

As you and Bakugou started going at it with your words in the car, the squad was starting to get a little tired of this endless pining. JUST DATE EACH OTHER ALREADY. Mina finally snapped.

“OKAY YOU KNOW WHAT?.....I’m just gonna say it.” Mina started with.

‘Huh’ You looked behind you while Bakugou took glances from time to time in his mirror to see Mina as she spoke.

“Why don’t you cut the horse shit, and get to the part where you admit your feelings for each other?” She added on.

“WHAT?!”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh spare me, spare me, spare me!” Mina went on with. Then, Kirishima joined in.

“Yes yes Y/N, he’s a brute, I know-“

“Hey!” Bakugou interrupted but Kirishima just continued.

“He probably reminds you of a bad relationship and gosh you’d like a real nice man to settle down with,” he added on.

“But admit it! You’re real curious to know what he’s like in the sack nowadays!” Kaminari joined in.

“You idiots are dead meat,” Bakugou said.

“And you! HA!” Mina began to speak. “Well you’re just a big man baby who’d rather act tough then show his true feelings because the last time you opened your heart, you got hurt.....OWIE” Mina said in a baby voice.

“And now,” Sero began, “rather than admit these feelings, you’re dancing around one another with this mind numbing and frankly boorish mating ritual.”

Mina spoke once more.

“So PLEASE, for our sake, either quit your bickering, or PULL OVER, TEAR OFF THOSE CLOTHES, AND GET IT OVER WITH ALREADY!!!”

(Silence)

“Aye, I said what I said.” Mina concluded with her hands up at her side in defense.

As Bakugou and Y/N blushed ferociously, the squad behind them finally settled until Bakugou sped up, swerved the car and hit the brakes.....he was parking.

“Oh look, we’re here.” He said.

As he turned around to look at the group, he saw his friends all mixed up and thrown around the van.

“You guys good?” Y/N asked as she turned around in worry.

“Ugghhhhhh.” Her friends replied, clearly a little bruised.

“Alright then, let’s get going!” Y/N said with a sweet smile and exited the car.

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After everyone had changed into their swim suits, everyone began setting up. The girls stayed behind with Denki to help set up the towels and seats and bring out the coolers, food, and tables. Bakugou, Kirishima, and Sero went out to collect firewood for the bond fire they were gonna make.

As you looked around the beach, you were glad that nobody was around. You guys could be as loud as you wanted, do what you wanted, and just have an awesome night. And the fact that this was a wild beach meant that there was so much more to do. You guys could go cliff diving, mountain climbing, or forest roaming. No lifeguards to stop you.

As the guys came back with fire wood, Mina and Denki pulled out the cooler.

“Hey guys~, guess what we have!” Mina said.

The group watched as Denki pulled out various beers, wine coolers, and a bottle of Hennessy and shot cups.

“Alcohol?” Kirishima asked, “where’d you guys get that.”

“We grabbed it outta my garage fridge. My family likes to turn up a lot so we also got some spares hanging around,” Kaminari explained.

You guys weren’t first time drinkers. You were high schoolers and you’ve been to parties so of course you guys have already had your first taste of alcohol. Hell, even Bakugou had some before. What can he say, he couldn’t help himself after he saw his friends seem to be enjoying themselves a little too much after getting drunk the first time.

As you started the fire with your quirk, everyone else began to get comfy near the blazing flame. Denki was the last to sit since he went to grab his acoustic guitar to play some tunes. When he finally sat down he began to sing a song.

“Let’s sit around the campfire and sing our campfire song! Our C-A-M-P—“

“NO!” The group all yelled.

“Oh alright!” The electric blonde huffed.

The group all laughed and Kaminari then began to play a chill melody on the instrument. The group was happy, laughing, enjoying themselves and having so much fun...well one of them did have something on their mind but nonetheless still enjoying themselves.

Faces were being stuffed with delicious food, alcohol was being passed around, rounds of shots were being downed like water, and everyone was having a good time. A little game of truth or dare started up and ended after Kaminari and Kirishima both threw up in separate bushes after being dared to kiss each other by Mina.

“Never again,” Kaminari said.

“Yeah I’m good with never having to get kisses from my bro again.” Kirishima sighed.

“Oh whatever you big wussies. It was a fun game while it lasted.”

Everyone laughed in agreement.

“Alright well,” Sero spoke, “we all came to the beach, why don’t we get to the main event. I’m gonna go for swim, you guys in?”

As everyone agreed they all started walking to the water. Well except for two people. As Y/N was walking to the shoreline, a hand stopped her as it grabbed onto her arm.

“You idiots go, me and Y/N are gonna join you later.” Bakugou said to the group and they all said their ok’s and went in. “You, come with me.”

As you and Bakugou walked back to the car, he asked you a question.

“So..you’re not drunk are you?” He asked precautiously.

“Just a little tipsy but I’m still in control. Still aware of everything, so no. I’m not drunk.” You answered.

“Ok cool.” He said as he got into the driver’s seat. Once you finally got in and buckled up, he drove off. In the middle of the drive, you asked him a question this time.

“Hey Suki? Where are we going?”

“I found a special place while I was looking for wood. I wanna show you.” He simply stated.

As he continued to drive off to wherever you rested your hand on the center between you and Bakugou and let your face sit in your right palm as you stared out the window. The songs playing throughout the car gave it a loving and chill vibe. You enjoyed the comfortable silence.

As you continued to stare off, you felt Bakugou’s hand intertwine with yours. You looked back and saw he was blushing while holding onto the steering wheel and staring at the road. Man, he was so hot. In nothing but his swimming trunks as he leaned into his chair and drove off. His defined abs and chiseled chest was definitely eye candy. His giant veiny hand gripped the wheel and his jaw was so sharp as he turned and looked around for other drivers. Yeah, Bakugou was definitely one of those people that looked attractive as hell when they began to drive. You looked down at your hands and squeezed his. You were really enjoying this car ride.

When the car came to a stop, you finally noticed how you were in the middle of the forest.

“Where are we Suki?” You asked him.

As he grabbed your hand he spoke, “just follow me teddy bear.”

You guys walked for what felt like a good thirty minutes until you came across.....a cave?

“I know it doesn’t seem like much but wait until you see the inside.” Bakugou said. As you walked in, you finally realized where he took you. A gorgeous crystal cave. Its colors were shining and its gems were sparkling. All the walls were covered except for the top where there seemed to be an opening. It was letting all the moonlight enter the cave causing the crystals to sparkle even more, including the giant pool of water at the center of the cave.

“Suki it’s beautiful,” you said in awe.

“Yeah, knew you’d like it,” He began.

You both sat down at the edge of the pool just dipping your legs in and enjoying each other’s company.

“Y/N.” Bakugou said.

“What’s up Suki?” You asked.

“I can’t help but keep thinking back to what Mina and the others said in the car.” He admitted.

“What? About pulling over and tearing off each other’s clothes?” You chuckled.

“No. About our feelings for each other.” Bakugou said as he just stared at the pool.

“Oh. That.” You calmly said with a hidden smile and soft blush.

Bakugou grabbed onto your hand before speaking again.

“Y/N I really, really, really, really, really love you....a lot. And I’m so sorry for everything I said and did,” Bakugou started.

“Suki....” you softly said while looking at him. You noticed he was staring down at your arm where your now tiny burn mark was. A scar that won’t be forgotten and a memory that was permanently burned into your skin. Literally.

You saw how Bakugou cringed at the sight of it.

“I am so, so sorry for everything. I don’t even know what I could say that could even make up for what I did. Every night memories of what happened keep coming back to me and I’m still in complete shock that I could even do that. To you of all people! The love of my life....I’m just really glad that you said you’d come back to me and that you gave me another chance to get close with you again. I know I said I would wait for you for as long as it takes but I don’t wanna wait anymor-“ Bakugou was cut off as you raised his head to give him a deep kiss. As he kissed you back, Bakugou put everything he couldn’t say as words into that kiss, hoping you’d understand.

When you finally pulled away, you leaned your forehead onto his while staring into his ruby eyes.

“I don’t want to wait anymore either, Suki.”

With that, Bakugou gave you the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. He pulled you in for another kiss and a tight hug.

“So....you’re mine again?” He asked.

“I was always yours Suki. You’re my one and only after all, right?” You teased.

“Right.” He proudly stated. Katsuki Bakugou finally got his girl back. He finally got his love of his life and his teddy bear. His world felt like it came back together again and he no longer felt lost.

After you both spent more time in the cave, exploring, finding all the gems, and enjoying your renewed and fixed love, you and Bakugou found yourselves back in the same spots you were sitting in when you first arrived.

With his eyes closed, chin resting on your head, and an arm wrapped around your waist, with you cuddled into his side and leaned onto his chest, you had a realization.

“Oh hey, Suki.” You said.

“What’s up teddy bear?” He asked with his eyes still closed.

“We never got to go swimming” you said with a pout.

As he opened one eye to look at you, he noticed your adorable pout and the simp in him came out along side with the devil.

“Alright then princess, let’s go for a swim. We have this crystal pool all to ourselves so why not?”

As you gleamed with excitement, you excitingly got up to jump into the water but before you could, Katsuki stopped you.

“Not so fast princess. Our little game of touch and tease is over now since your mine again. I wanna make up for lost time,” he said with a smirk.

“So you’re saying...?” Y/N asked confused.

“We’re going skinny dipping.”

At first it shocked you but then again, this is Katsuki we’re talking about. So you played his little game.

“Maybe your game of touch and tease is over but mine is still running.” You said with a smirk as you walk towards him. You placed your hand on his toned abs as you began speaking again.

“You wanna go skinny dipping Katsuki?” You then slowly went up to whisper in his ear.

“Then let’s get in daddy.”

As you walked away from him you started to undress yourself in a seductive manner. You started with your bikini top, pulled on the string to untie it and tossed it to the side. As you stepped to the pools edge, you did the same to your bikini bottoms and looked over at Katsuki. You didn’t fully face him as you spoke, but as you were holding up your chest pretending to cover yourself up, you showed just enough cleavage to get him riled up.

“You coming or not?” You teasingly asked before you stepped into the water letting its surprisingly warm temperature surrounded you. You had an idea and used your quirk to turn the pool into a hot spring. As the steam surrounded you, a blush from the heat began to show on your face and Bakugou couldnt hide his hard on inside his thin trunks. He undressed himself and entered the now spring.

A/N: YALL I DIDNT REALIZE HOW LONG THIS WAS SO THERE WILL BE A PART 4 COMING OUT RIGHT AFTER THIS ONE. I LITERALLY CANT TYPE ANY MORE SO STAY TUNED!!!

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Welcome back, Eli! Your application for Ivy Stone has been accepted!

OOC INFORMATION:

Name/Nickname: Eli

Age: 23

Pronouns: They/Them

Timezone: PST

Activity and Availability: A few times a week

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Desired Character: Ivy Stone

Second Choice Character: Raven Beedle

What made you choose this character?: I chose this character because a Halfling in an Unseelie court seems like a terrible contradiction. And yet… the Stones pull it off. How would Ivy Stone react to a court that loathes their existence? I imagine they have questions about why their mother chose the Unseelie court, knowing that leaving Ivy behind might be the cost of their alliance. I imagine that, given the war started when Ivy resembled an eighteen-year-old human, there would have been a lot of questions about what growing up in this new world would be like.

Are there any changes you would like to make?: This isn’t so much of a change as it is an interest in connections – but I’m thinking to have an established connection between Ivy Stone and Hyacinth Aven (of any kind, really). Also, I imagine Ivy Stone to be quite confused by the presence of Mikhael Thorson.

Questions/Comments: More just general comments, but I imagine the following connections with currently taken characters as possibilities (though there would be some plotting with these muns!):

Ivy Stone and Freya Briar as childhood friends, potentially.

Ivy Stone and Argos Caraway as enemies, with Argos dealing some damage while the King looks away.

Ivy Stone may fear being spied upon by Alekto Bone.

Ivy Stone and Aubrey Crane as unwitting accomplices, in a very “so who do you work for” kind of way.

Ivy Stone may pick up upon the fact that Rye Hawthorne is conflicted about his position.

Ivy Stone may feel some sympathy toward Rosemary, but mostly, toward baby Becan.

Writing Sample (Must be 300 words or more, third person limited, in the character you’re auditioning for’s point of view):

I attempted a few paras. The one below is complete, but I also want to show you a few incomplete drafts:

Attempt 1: https://docs.google.com/document/d/13K58ftVEiieEvi6CevvwmS96-UUd0SMvLWfimLFKLJ8/edit?usp=sharing

Attempt 2: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1GUNO95_RR6GYfBnf7TDutEVxTPBpVG4obRJLL1k54BU/edit?usp=sharing

Ivy Stone could count the number of bridges that their dearest mother burned when she ultimately decided to back King Oberon Aven in the unholiest of wars.

The number of bridges could be counted by the number of families that ultimately remained loyal to Queen Mab Bloom, with new bridges built for every Unseelie family that Eris Stone ultimately befriended – if friendship were even an appropriate word for it. Friendship was a word to describe loyalty, but beyond that, a particular bond. Friend described a little Pooka boy Ivy had once fought for a prized necklace. The swiftness with which the Pooka boy had snatched the little locket made Ivy think he belonged to the Foxes. With that in mind, Ivy had gone after him, picking up a heavy fallen branch along the way, more out of impulse than anything else. To their own surprise, Ivy managed to catch up. They should have known better; the Pooka boy had not been running, but simply waiting, watching, grinning as he revealed a weapon of his own.

Another branch. That would have made Ivy laugh, if they even had the time to do so. But they didn’t; the Pooka boy committed to a low swing that made Ivy trip, and the little halfling knew they were up for a fight.

Fight was a laughable word. Scuffle would have been better. Upon landing on their ass, Ivy scurried backward to put distance, watching as they picked up upon the Pooka boy’s movements. In one hand, he held the stick. In the other, he held the necklace, which he tucked away in a pocket that – now that Ivy noticed – was far too big to be secure. Though the Pooka was swift with his stick, he failed to prevent Ivy from getting back on their own two feet, after which Ivy settled on making the Pooka move around enough to let the necklace slip out of his pocket.

He wasn’t quite Fox-like enough to make an effective thief, Ivy had decided. Nor was he an effective enough fighter to be fully wolven. It was then that Ivy had pinned him accurately as a half-breed between the two, though his halven nature was far different from their own.

The scuffle was their introduction. They were right; the Pooka boy was half-Fox, half-Wolf. His name was Odhran Heron, and Ivy had nicknamed him Mousebird.

The bridge that Ivy had maintained with Mousebird remained steady throughout the war, for a few reasons. Wolves had allied with the Unseelie King, and the Foxes followed suit, or so it seemed, but neither clan seemed to have a particular problem with humans – and by extension, those like Ivy. And what with the Stones’ estate settled atop the swamplands, the Wildlands were only a short trek away.

There, they would find Mousebird, and they would confide all of their worries.

The first worry: that with King Oberon Aven’s increased harshness toward humans, Eris Stone may dispose of Ivy and never let them come home. To which Mousebird replied, “You needn’t worry. I have plenty of space in my cave. You know the hidden paths here, in any case. But you may need to prove yourself. Don’t worry, though. I’ve seen you fight. You can’t carry a weapon for crap, but you’re sneaky. I think you can do it.”

Eris Stone never disposed of Ivy. But the treatment of humans became increasingly difficult to watch, with Ivy’s earliest inaction causing them to toss and turn in their sleep. They recalled first being welcomed to Roheim castle, sitting in a rocking carriage with Poppy to their left, and Eris Stone across from them, both family members holding handkerchiefs to their noses. Though Ivy Stone had coughed some, they hadn’t felt nearly as bothered by the thick Hemlock City air as their sister and mother.

Just outside their carriage window, enslaved humans had labored over iron metal, their backs struck by hard leather whenever they worked too slow. Ivy had a brief thought that these humans could touch this iron with their bare hands, and thus use it against their masters. Then, Ivy had the not-so-brief thought that they, themself, could wield a similar weapon, bare-handed.

It was these weapons that Ivy would later come to steal in the nighttime. The second worry that plagued Ivy Stone throughout the war was inaction – that is, doing nothing as their mother backed a tyrant, worrying that their own half-human existence was regarded as a subversive threat in and of itself. In thinking that, Ivy fretted that they would be watched everywhere they went. The first alleviation of this worry was the ease with which Ivy traveled from their swampy estate to the natural Wildlands.

The second was recruitment into the Nighthawks, where they could use their iron-immunity to an advantage.

Bridges fell, and the Stone family built new ones in their place. The Stones loved the Blooms once. They were cousins – family. Queen Mab was a dainty, but hardened ruler, and her uncle Cypress – by extension, Ivy’s distant cousin – a lover of art and music. And Henry Duffy, a human changeling lovely taken into Queen Mab’s care. Yet Eris could see no similarity between Mab’s love for her changeling and her own protectiveness of young Ivy, and declared there was nothing there for the Stones. Along with that, the Stones severed themselves from the Briars, the latter of whom became subject to the strangest of news after the war came to an end.

It was the strange half-clan Mousebird that told Ivy Stone of this. Not out of a want for gossip, not out of a fear for Ivy, or anything typical of what Ivy may expect from court talk or family talk. One night, Ivy had slipped out of the swamplands and into a den of Wolves, only to learn from Mousebird that a Wolf girl’s poor mother died. Some time after that death, a Seelie noble by the name of Harland Briar had come for the Wolf girl, acknowledging her as his daughter before she went off with him to live among Wisteria’s nobility.

The story itself was enough to make the halfling scream and screech and send rocks flying all around the cave, angry that this Wolf girl had better luck than Ivy Stone and their angry, unfortunate human kin.

#original rpg #fantasy rp #lsrpg #supernatural rp #rpg #accepted

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kingdomofbretonxrpg · 4 years

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Parties: Our Villain and Kit Chareonsuk

Date: September 30th

Location: Starts on streets of Vannes

Triggers: violence, abuse, kidnapping, threats and generally nasty behaviour

@kit-chareonsuk

ooc// Our saga continues.

Villain

He was over this ridiculous game. He wanted to get back to some plain, old assassination. Murder was far easier than this kidnapping bullshit. He shifted his hat to cover his blackened eye. The little girl he tried to take just a few days ago had been one hell of a fighter and he was still astonished at how quickly she had managed to slip out of his grasp. Little bitch. It was time to bring the pain to someone who actually deserved it - that little pissant bastard and his pretty little lover. About fucking time.

He leaned back into the shadows, using the fading light and the curve of the building, protecting him from being seen, at least not too soon. Looking toward the entrance of the building, he waited for that pretty little lover boy to step out and walk into the fading light of day. The streets were quiet now. That thought amused him since the majority of those people meant shit to him. Then he straightened imperceptibly as he spotted his target.

Kit:

It was a relief when the end of a long work day came, Kit walking out onto the street with just a hint of a headache behind his bleary eyes. Hours of fixing malfunctioning robotics software could do that. He sent a quick text to Aramis, letting him know that he was on his way home, and tightened his grip on his messenger bag as he walked down the street towards the nearest bus stop, not knowing that there was anyone lurking nearby on the mostly quiet street.

His anxiety never really left him these days. It was always there, reminding him that Aramis was in danger. It made him move a little quicker, wanting to get home to his lover, back to the little bubble of feigned safety they’d created for themselves.

Villain:

As usual, he had parked the car a short distance away, in a blind spot from local surveillance cameras. Like most cities, Vannes thought itself something special with its security system but it was generally weak and haphazard, resting on laurels rather than reality. Of course, this only made his job a little easier and he had no real reason to criticize and yet still, internally they scoffed at their foolishness. He tried to move forward with ease and confidence, yet after the prior failure, he didn’t have the same spark for the whole exercise as it was previously.

As he advanced, he considered the young man, moving with haste toward him. Not toward him of course. Toward the stop, he suspected, although he could be meeting someone. A meeting that he would rather insist his target would miss. He moved in front of him and came to a halt. The fold of his jacket parted just enough to make the nozzle of the handgun obvious. A dark blight against the backdrop of the well-dressed man. “Turn around and don’t make a fuss about it. I absolutely would not object to leaving you on this sidewalk in a pool of your own blood, in fact I’d frankly prefer it.”

Kit:

Kit looked down at his phone, sure that Aramis would have texted him about what they were having for dinner. He’d be cooking them something by now. But when Kit looked up from his phone, there was a figure before him, face slightly obscured by the brim of his hat. Kit was startled first by the sudden appearance, but then again when he realized what the stranger was holding.

His throat tightened with anxiety at the words that followed this realization. Scowling, he slowly turned around. He wanted to shout, to do something, but there was no way he could do that with a gun pointed in his direction. Turning around, he tried to discreetly use his phone to call Aramis, slowly moving his thumb across the screen as he held the device at his side.

Villain:

“That’s a good little boy.” he crooned, amused by the obedience. He was a pretty thing now wasn’t it. “Let go of the phone boy. Just let it drop.” He instructed firmly, unable to resist pressing the nozzle of the firearm firmly into the young man’s back, hard enough to bruise. “And just keep walking.” He snarled. Just a short distance now. The vehicle loomed. This would be the last one, he prayed. He was tired of these particular creatures and keeping the hostages alive. It was tedious.

Kit:

That’s a good little boy. Kit wanted to throw up. A lot. “Fuck you,” he snapped as he dropped his phone, peering down at it, his last text to Aramis on the screen. He had no idea what was about to happen to him, and he was scared out of his mind. But when he felt the gun pressed against his back hard, he reflexively swung an arm back to try and push the stranger off of him. He couldn’t just let this happen.

Villain:

“Maybe later.” He replied with a thread of satisfaction that he had gotten to the submissive. As he passed the phone, he brought his foot down heavily on it. He noted the screen had shattered before kicking it into the gutter. He hoped they found it later and figured out that he had gotten that bastard’s pretty lover boy. When the arm swung back it hit a bruise left by that little bitch from the other night. He snarled and wrapped a hand into Kit’s hair and pulled back roughly. “Try that again and you’ll end up in the gutter like your fucking phone.” he snarled. “Now move.” He shoved Kit forward, releasing his hand on the other male’s hair and using the nozzle of the gun to urge him onward. “Just open the backdoor and slide right on in, little bitch boy.” He ordered. The back seat of the car didn’t look special but in fact it was geared to being a prison cell. No handles, no ability to exit and a thin mesh preventing anyone in the back seat from getting into the front. It was a trap and all he needed was this submissive to climb right on in.

Kit:

Kit gasped as he felt the hand pull him back by his hair, trying hard not to let his panic show, swallowing his anxiety as best he could. He really did not want to end up in the gutter with his now shattered phone. So when he was pushed forward and further encouraged with the nozzle of the gun, he regained some level of his composure and walked, even if his heart was beating hard enough that he could hear it in his head. His will to survive, however, didn’t quite keep his mouth shut. “Who’s really the little bitch boy out of us? You’re just an errand boy for Armand, aren’t you?” When they reached the vehicle, Kit glared at the man behind him before sliding the door open. This was it. Once he got into this car, it was over. But it was either die here now or try to survive a little longer, so he got into the car, immediately crossing his arms. He surveyed his surroundings, noticing the changes made to the car, his current prison. There was no escape from here.

Villain:

The barb struck home and his jaw tightened. The little shit. He slammed the door closed behind the submissive and has to restrain himself from doing damage to the pretty little bitch. Sliding behind the wheel, his hands wrapped around the steering wheel, clenching hard enough to turn his knuckles white. He forced himself to relax after his wrists started to ache from the strain. The vehicle turned into the early evening traffic and he began to drive. Although the temptation to head straight out of the city was strong, he knew better than that. He took a twisting path, heading out of the City and then back again in different routes. He refused to look in the backseat at the pretty little bitch boy. Stupid Aramis. Fucking asshole gets this pretty thing and he was still alone. Bastards all of them.

Kit:

If Kit had learned anything from a nearly lifelong friendship with Dean, it was how to get under people’s skin. His best friend was incredibly gifted in this regard. Kit eyed the driver of the car, his captor, noting how tightly he held the steering wheel. “So is your job just like...failing to kill targets and kidnapping people or do you also have to get Armand off after too? Does he pay you a lot or are you just like in it for the craft?” Kit’s eyes peered as best he could through the front windshield to watch where they were going, but the winding trail was hard to track. “Or are you being forced into this too? Do you need help? Blink twice if you need help.” He kicked the back of the man’s seat. “No, guess not. You seem to like being Armand’s bitch too much.”

Villain:

His jaw clenched so hard that his molars started to crack. Little fucker. Finally, on a back country road, the car screeched to a stop and he whipped around, his hand weaving into the mesh. If the mesh didn’t exist, his fist would have been buried in the submissive’s face. “Listen here you little shit. You’re nothing but trash I have to pick up to make a fucking point. Now shut the hell up or I’ll go back into this fucking city and get someone else after fucking burying your body in that field. If you’re lucky I’ll kill you first. Got that!” he snarled.

Kit:

When the car lurched to a stop and the arm went for the mesh keeping them apart, any bravery Kit had been feeling disappeared and the anxiety that normally had him lashing out, now had him silently glaring at the man through the mesh. This man could really kill him. “Oh, did your master tell you it was okay to kill me? Or do you like it when he punishes you?” Kit leaned back in the seat, slumping slightly as he crossed his arms, still openly glaring.

Villain:

His fist pounded against the mesh and if looks could kill, Kit would already have been six feet under. He would have loved to have killed him. It wouldn’t have been hard even. This keeping them alive bullshit was way more fuss than it was worth. “He just said to get a few. You personally don’t matter at all. To anyone. I bury you out there, they’ll have forgotten about you by the time they are putting up the Christmas decorations you little slut. Now shut the fuck up.” He growled before turning around.

Just as quickly as it has stopped, the vehicle roared to life. He didn’t bother with any more fiddle faddle, driving around bullshit. Instead he took the side roads that would lead to the cottage where the other prisoners waited. The annoying girl who supposedly couldn’t hear and the big pretty bitch. The road became jerky, hurling the vehicle around as they bumped, shimmied and ground over the harsh, rutted road. Pulling into the garage as night descended around them, he waited until the doors had closed completely before exiting the vehicle. If he had it his way, his three ‘guests’ would be in shallow graves out back soon enough. Until then, he needed to be patient. God help him.

Kit:

You’re wrong, Kit thought. Aramis will find me. In fact, that was exactly what he feared would happen. Aramis would search for him. And find him. And get himself hurt. He could only hope his boyfriend took his advice and went to Katarin for help. He hoped Aramis didn’t give this man an opportunity to hurt him. With this thought, Kit continued to glare at the back of the man’s seat as he started the car up again.

Kit’s gaze drifted out the window, trying to get a good look at where they were going. As the road got bumpier, he took note. They were going further out than the main roads, obviously. Not surprising. When they reached their destination, Kit watched as the garage door closed, perhaps his last view of the outside world for a while. Maybe forever if this guy was seriously thinking of killing him. Watching the man as he got out of the vehicle, Kit positioned himself as far away from him as he could in the back seat, wary of what was about to happen.

Villain:

He took a few calming breaths and tried to centre himself. Just a short time now. Then this fucking nightmare would be over and he could get back to killing people like God or … well … the Devil intended. Finally he slowly slid out of the front seat and closed the door with a snap. Then he withdrew the gun again and opened the door to the backseat. “Nice and slow, little bitch. Cause at this point. I don’t fucking care any more. Out … now.” He gestured with the gun, directly Kit toward the back of the garage where a simple door waited to lead the submissive to his fate.

Kit:

Kit really did pride himself on making this man lose the ability to give a shit. Truly. But when the gun was pointed at him again, there wasn’t much he could do to regain any sense of control he might have delusionally thought he had of this situation. He slowly slid across the back seat, balking as his gaze fell on the gun itself. He wasn’t sure he’d ever actually seen one in person before, and now it was pointed at him. He let the man guide him towards the door, not wanting to know what was on the other side of it. He stopped in front of it, limbs freezing in fear.

Villain:

“I don’t have time for you to be a scared little bitch. Open the fucking door you little shit and head on down.” He snarled moodily. He nudged Kit in the back with his free hand and then slapped the back of the submissive’s head roughly. “Hurry up. I’m already tired of your shit.” Down those stairs was the row of cells, already incarcerating the others. “Get going. Now.”

Kit:

Kit resisted slightly as he was pushed forward, letting out a yelp when he was slapped in the head. “Fuck...! Fine. Fucking asshole,” he cursed as he reached out and gripped the handle, opening the door. It was dark as he made his way down the steps. He knew it would be. He did not expect to find cells down there. He was sad to recognize both of the occupants there as he squinted through the darkness, though he was glad they were alive. This guy seemed unhinged enough to actually murder someone when he wasn’t busy being a lousy shot.

Villain:

“I’ll fuck yours later if I get bored and want some asshole’s sloppy seconds.” He stated with a loud growl. He followed the submissive down the stairs, where the row of cells awaited. Jadon’s poor bandaged arm the only evidence of any physical harm. “Step inside. First open one. Don’t test me you little bitch, I’ll fucking shoot your damned ass, just drag you into a cell and everyone can enjoy the pleasant scents as you rot on the floor.”

Kit:

“Lucky for me I’m sure you have a very exciting evening of being fucking evil planned,” Kit spat. He told himself it was probably an empty threat even as his anxiety spiked. Walking past the two occupied cells, he glanced at the occupants briefly before entering the first empty one. There was no point in fighting it now. The least he could do was try to draw attention away from the other two when he could. “You made a mistake, taking me, you know. This is how you’re going to fail.” He wished he could be as sure as he forced himself to sound, but when he didn’t arrive home to Aramis, he knew his Dominant would tear apart the whole country until he was found.

Villain:

For once, he laughed. Actually laughed. The sound was so unfamiliar that it seemed rusty and strange in his throat and to his ears. As Kit stepped inside, he reached for the door to the human sized cage and tugged it closed. It slammed closed with a loud jangle. “You’re in a cage and your little bitch boyfriend is exactly nowhere to be found. He couldn’t even protect you. I can’t wait to bury you out back and forget I ever saw your damn face.”

Kit:

This guy really was underestimating Aramis. “Give him a little time,” Kit said as he watched the door to his cell close. He gripped the bars of his cage and tried to gather any courage he had left. “I’ll be sure to remember your face so I can identify you in a lineup or point you out in court when the time comes. Looking forward to it.” He glared at the man. “When you report into your master, tell him I said hi.”

Villain:

He turned on his heel and headed up the stairs, flicking off the last remaining light as he did so, plunging the basement from semi-darkness to total darkness. He would be damned if this plan would get him killed. He was following orders and frankly three bullets and a shallow graves would appeal to him much more than this bullshit. He didn’t respond to the submissive. Frankly, he had already stopped listening to the boy. He was in his own worries now. Fucking hell…. This was bullshit.

Kit:

When the lights went out completely, Kit bit the inside of his cheek, trying to quell his fear. He slowly started to walk the perimeter of his cage, small as it was. Pacing was all he could really do other than sit and wait to either be found or killed. His heart pounded in his chest, but he had to stay calm. He couldn’t give that guy the satisfaction of anxiety attack. “Fuck,” he whispered to himself as it all really started to sink in just how much trouble he was in.

Kit sat down and let himself panic, making himself as small as he possibly could as he tried to just keep breathing.

#abuse tw #violence tw #kidnapping tw #or should we say kit-napping #kittinan chareonsuk

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fyrapartnersearch · 4 years

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fuck it i love you [fxm, fxf]

hiya, evelyn here (again) and back with another partner search.

1. about me. feel free to call me glossy / evelyn / eve / whatever really. she / her, over 18 and from europe. i feel most comfortable playing with writers that are also female. contact: [email protected]

2. lenght & activity. my replies can be anything from three to ten paragraphs, but never less than three (and usually more than that, lol). i would prefer to roleplay with someone who writes atleast that amount, too! i’m fairly active, and enjoy quick replies. i’m open to daily replies / a few replies a week.

3. pairings & ooc. at the moment, i’m looking to play female mains. looking for fxm, but i’m also open to fxf with a good, spicy plot — just ask! i don’t enjoy doubling but do play side characters of all genders. ooc is super welcome, let’s be friends! i’m the type to make moodboards and fangirl over our characters.

4. literacy. i’m kind of a go with the flow type of gal, and can do more chill and laid-back style, or more detailed stories. as long as you know your grammar and put some effort into the roleplay, i’m happy to do whatever suits you! all i ask is atleast three-four paragraphs, some detail and good grammar.

— pairings.

✗ right-hand x boss’ wife / daughter

✗ corrupt lawyer x criminal

✗ street fighter x mafia member

✗ right-hand x boss

✗ addict x dealer

— theme bank.

explosive tempers. italian mafia. troubled youth. the chaotic lifestyle of the rich and dangerous. ruthless gangs. police drama. love at first sight. corrupt cops. arranged marriages. toxic relationships. addiction. fbi agents. drama-filled mafia families. forbidden romances. wrong time & wrong place type of scenarios. fake dating turned into actual feelings. love-hates. power struggles. strong romantic tensions. messy love triangles. modern bonnie & clyde. friends to lovers. unrequited love. cults & light supernatural. underground fight clubs.

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hollowedrpg · 5 years

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CONGRATULATIONS, WREN! — You’ve been accepted for the role of Sirius Black. Not only do you fully understand Sirius as character, but the added section of your app where you talk about Sirius’ relationship with other people really showed me you understand how he fits into this group. I also loved how you included how Sirius reacted at the vigil. It was a nice little addition that showed you’re excited and ready to plot within this group (and a giant punch to the gut omg.)

Thank you so much for applying. Please create your account and send in the link, track the right tags, and follow everyone on the follow list. Welcome to Hollowed Souls!

ooc.

name: wren

age: twenty three years old

preferred pronouns: they/them

timezone: gmt

activity: i should be fairly active! I usually come on fairly regularly, at least every 2 days. I do work a full time job and can sometimes get a bit exhausted, but i try to do my replies often to keep things going. I would put myself at a 6-7/10.

are you applying for more than one character?: nope, just sirius!

how do you feel about your character dying?: my kingdom for an honourable death, honestly. i would be perfectly fine with sirius dying.

anything else?: thank you so much for suggesting that I apply again! I love this roleplay so much and I think it looks magnificent, so i’m thankful for the second chance to be a part of it.

ic details.

full name: sirius orion black

date of birth: 3rd of November, 1960.

former hogwarts house: gryffindor.

sexuality: gay.

gender/pronouns: nonbinary, he/him pronouns,

face claim change: n/a

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how do you interpret this character’s personality? how will you play them? include two weaknesses & two strengths. i am become a blade. sirius is burdened with a shift in his own nature, a deep change in him obvious for all to see. once, he was the brightest thing in the room. once, his one wish was to make everyone happy and to make everyone laugh. he was a boy who was always running away from something, from the truth of his own existence. he’s stopped running now, and he’s full now of a dark and desperate energy, and it makes him dangerously reckless. always leaping head first into danger, always acting before he can really think it through. he can’t stand to be still anymore, he can’t stand to watch while he could be doing. there’s a constant hint of the macabre to him since the massacre, a nature that he’s long pushed away coming to the surface. he wants blood and retribution, and the Black family has never failed at getting what they want. like a vengeful god, he’s ready to do whatever it takes. despite a drastic shift in attitude compared to his school days and the early days of the war, sirius still maintains the traits that made him an attractive friend. love still wins out in his heart, when the right people are involved. loyalty is a habit that’s hard to break, after all. despite his reckless energy, he can occasionally be seen as something dependable. he will, at the very least, follow each and every action through to the end in one way or another. strengths: + dedicated: when you tell sirius to do something, he’ll commit himself to it with an all consuming energy. he tries his best to do what he’s told, to do anything that will help the war effort. + honest: he doesn’t fuck around with things anymore. if he’s angry, he lets you know. if he loves you, he’ll tell you. no matter how annoying and how reckless he might be, at least you can trust him to tell the truth about it. weaknesses: – reckless: call it a death wish, the way he throws himself head first into every situation. he throws himself onto train tracks and into the line of fire, and almost messes everything up for all the others while he’s at it. – obsessive: it’s all consuming, the intimate and unflagging way he fixates on what he wants. love, revenge, to bring someone back from the dead. once he gets on a certain path, he finds it difficult to step off again.

how has the war affected this character, emotionally and otherwise? he spent his whole childhood being raised to be a weapon, being raised as something brutal and dark. a child made for war, the heir to a nobel and most ancient house. it would have been shameful for a Black to be ill equipped for a coming fight, if a Black couldn’t defened the honour and glory of the house. they were like the kings and queens of society, after all. in their minds, the closest thing you could get to royalty. old blood and old magic and a sense of superiority, and they were all crafted to be intense smouldering bombs waiting to go off. they possessed the divine right to do whatever they wanted, creatures of chaos with starlight in their veins. he spent his whole young-adulthood rebelling against that. sirius was the kind of person who always smiled, who tried with frantic energy to soften the sharpness that had been forged into his very being. he didn’t want to be brutal, he didn’t want to be half-mad and filled with an intense kind of cruelty. aunt elladora hung house-elf heads in the hallways, his parents tried to beat the old ways into him in any way they could, cousin bellatrix married a monster and he watched her turn into something he didn’t recognise. the Black family, and their legacy as burning comets. they burned hot and if they hit you at the right time with enough momentum, they could wipe out all life on the planet. he didn’t want to be a weapon, a child raised for war, so he became something soft. sirius was the kind of person who always smiled, always laughed, always told a joke. a lover, not a fighter, no matter how useful his talent at duelling might have been during a war. james had wanted him to fight, sirius had always known it. he’d done what he could, helped in little ways. but he didn’t join the order, and he wasn’t a soldier. he kept his sword by his side. he was a boy raised to be a killing thing, raised to be a monarch who ruled over all with an iron fist. sirius thought he would be good at war, that he would be talented at it in a way he never had been at anything before. but he couldn’t stomach it, the fear always present that if he started to hurt people, he would find out that he liked it too much. like aunt elladora, he might decide it was a good idea to start sticking heads on spikes. it’s james’ death that changes all of that. it turns his self hatred in on itself in ways sirius never could have imagined. he feels useless. he feels like a failure. he feels like he let his best friend die when he could have been helping. james is dead. marlene is dead. so many of his friends are gone now, and he blames himself for it. he might as well have killed them himself. happiness and joy used to be his weapons, the things that shielded him from the world, pushed away whatever darkness resided in his soul. james died, and his armor shattered like so many blades of glass, leaving sharp and jagged edges in the place of warmth and love. he doesn’t know how to think of anything other than fighting now, doesn’t know how to keep denying his own nature. he’s a comet, he has stardust in his veins, and he’s ready to wipe out all life in his path to get what he wants.

where does this character currently stand? with those who wish to hide in godric’s hollow until the war ends, with those who wish to rebuild the order and continue fighting the war, or on neither side? why? he joined the Order the very first second he could. before they’d even buried james, he was dedicating himself to a new life. he had spent so long hiding, before that moment. playing hapless fool, the jester at the back of the class. he’d passed messages, he’d offered refuge once or twice, but now he was ready to pick up his sword and be useful, a good little soldier. there’s a tiny part of him, somewhere deep inside, that wants to take remus lupin’s hand and steal him away. he wants to install him somewhere safe, wrap him in blankets and protective wards, and make sure that he doesn’t die. it’s just the two of them left now: the marauders, an endangered species. twin suns, quickly burning out. there’s a small part of him that wants to hide forever and wait this out. there’s nothing he hates more than that part of himself. a coward. a fool. hopeless. hiding got his friends killed, hiding ruined the world around him. he’s a shadow now, and there are no safe places left for him. he can’t stop until the war is over, can’t stop until he’s given each and every atom of himself to the order, until goodness has won out over the dark. there’s nothing he hates more than himself, but the fact that the order is playing with this idea of hiding away forever is a close runner up in that competition. he wants to move. he wants to act. he doesn’t want their life to be lived in secret, surrounded by graves.

Since joining the Order after Lily and James’ deaths, what’s something reckless Sirius has done that’s made people question whether they should remain a part of the Order? the rumour comes to light like this: a whisper from a valued contact, an implication that the Malfoy family is trying to keep security as tightly wound as possible. only a hand-full of people know how to get and get back out again. an implication, also, that the Lestrange’s are going to be the lead torturers of all those captured souls who may be alive in there. Sirius has always hated the Lestrange family. Rodolphus in particular was a symbol of everything that Sirius hated. even before Rodolphus married Bellatrix, he had proven himself to be a terrifying man. so cruel, so charismatic, so volcanic in his rage and his hatred. the perfect suitor for a daughter of the house of Black. ( “Such a perfect match,” his mother sighed dreamily. “An acceptably pure man.” His father agreed.) once Bellatrix and Rodolphus married, he noticed a change in her that his young mind could only blame on her husband. she had always been the perfect Black, but it seemed like she had decided she could strip away everything but the darkness and still be a person. she horrified him as a child, and he blamed that terrible man for it. Sirius hated him with a fury he could never move past. the rumour is this: that Rodolphus Lestraneg has all the information they might need to stage another attack on Malfoy Manor and reclaim the lost. Sirius wants to move against him the second he hears it, begs and pleads with the order’s leaders to let him. they say no, the rumour is baseless and could put all of their lives at stake, could result in even more losses that they can’t afford at this moment in time. and Sirius means to listen to them, he really does. he means to follow orders and be a good little soldier boy. but impulse control has never been his strong point. under a heavy disillusionment charm, attempting to gather much needed potions supplies for the order, he sees the man and acts before he thinks. his attack his brutal, not even using his wand half the time. beating Rodolphus with bloody fists and burning hatred. it’s quickly apparent that he won’t capture the man, that this will not go to plan, not that he had much of one in the first place. at some point, Rodolphus knocked his wand out of his grasp, and Sirius got a little taste of what it meant to be one of the darkest and most powerful men alive. but he could endure a little crucio, it was nothing really compared to all the pain he held inside already. he was bloody, and aching, and almost wishing for death. but he doesn’t die, and neither does Rodolphus Lestrange. an order member finds them before that can happen, and with a competent stunning spell and a quick apparition and brought them both to safety. the recklessness is this: Sirius went against orders, broke the rules. Sirius could have died, could have been captured. Sirius could have ruined every future plan they might have formed if he’d let himself have information tortured out of him. he argues that he’d die before he gave anything up, but it doesn’t change the frustration everyone in the world seems to feel toward him now.

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insp quotes: –– “And here was Ronan, like a heart attack that never stopped.” –– “[He] was angry – every one of his emotions that wasn’t happiness was anger.” –– ““It was the gnawing suspicion that you were leavable, that you were too much trouble, that you were better off dead. It was the shame of wanting something you shouldn’t; it was the ugly thrill of nearly being dead. It was all those things, all at once.” –– ““In a way fighting was just like using magic. You said the words, and they altered the universe. By merely speaking you could create damage and pain, cause tears to fall, drive people away, make yourself feel better, make your life worse.” –– “Being brave was easy when you would rather die than give up.” –– “He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.” –– “This was not a rattlesnake hidden in the grass, but a deadly coral snake striped with warning colors. Everything about him was a warning: If this snake bit you, you had no one to blame but yourself.” –– “And if i asked you to name all the things you loved, how long would it take you to name yourself?”

headcanons: –– Sirius is a smoker, and the worst kind. He can easily go through a pack a day, and gets very antsy when he goes too long without one. Even when he’s not actively smoking, he can often be found holding one, tucking it behind his ear, or fiddling with his lighter. –– Sirius has covered himself in tattoos. Some are professionally done, and others are stick and pokes he gave himself over the years. –– While Sirius knows nearly every Pureblood Custom that there is like the back of his hand, (save perhaps for any that are used exclusively by Light wizarding families such as the Potters) the Black Family has some of their own traditions and quirks that can set them aside from their other wizarding counterparts. The family places the upmost importance in the stars. They consult the cosmos for guidance throughout their lives, listening to what the shifting of the planets and stars can tell them about the future to come. In their eyes, they are beings that were born of moonshine and starlight, the dust of the universe flowing in their veins and imbuing them with even more grace and power than anyone else. This is why the Black Family has always followed the tradition of naming their children after celestial bodies. They are also cremated after their deaths in a special ritual, which secures the passage of their souls into the heavens so that they may become starlight and moonshine once again. As much as Sirius loathes his family, he does retain a love for the stars. –– Sirius learned to play piano as he grew up, and was quite adept at it. However, he hasn’t played in years. Sometimes he misses making music, but he associates it too much with his family and the responsibilities forced on him. –– At school, If Remus was ever particularly excited or interested about a magical topic, Sirius would “borrow” (here meaning steal) a book about it from the Black Family Library. They were often very old and valuable, but he always shrugged it off. –– Sirius never played Quidditch at school. Sure, it would have added to his appeal, but the fact is that he didn’t have the attention span or the dedication at the time. However, he was a remarkably hilarious commentator on the sport in his Sixth and Seventh years, when the boy who had been doing it before him graduated and he managed to convince the teachers to let him do it. He was a good flyer, so whenever someone asked him why he didn’t play, he said that he was too pretty to risk getting whacked in the face with a bludger. He would humour James by playing with him during the summers or on random nights throughout the year. –– Patronus: Sirius hasn’t formed a fully corporal patronus yet, but if he very does, it would take the form of a very large black dog. Not exactly the same as his animagus form, but slightly more wolfish. –– Boggart: Sirius’ boggart is all of his friends dead, and people blaming him for it.

relationships: –– james potter: ( “They had been a two-headed creature for so long…” ) songs: iscariot –– walk the moon // outer scorpion squadron –– the mountain goats If he ever had a soulmate, it was James Potter. From the very moment they met, Sirius felt like he was a new person. Complete, somehow. Pleasantly won over. James made him believe that he wasn’t a creature built only to hurt things. With James, he could be funny. With James, he could smile and it lit up the world. With James, he was the kind of king that you told legends about, not the kind of king that the hero was supposed to dethrone at the end of the story. they were joined at the hip, twins in everything but blood. everyone knew that Sirius loved nothing more than he loved that boy. things had been getting tense, a little bit, before James died. not enough to cause any kind of rift between them, just the old litany of things James said to Sirius, brought to life with new meaning in the face of the war. “You can be more than this,” James had said. “You can do more than what people expect of you.” Voice tinged with wanting, with expectation. Sirius had failed him them, he doesn’t intend to fail him in death too. –– peter pettigrew: ( “I finally let go and learned to live without you…” ) songs: me and lazarus –– iron and wine // amy aka spent gladiator 1 –– the mountain goats Peter was the kind of unexpected thing you don’t realise you love until its gone. Sirius always took him for granted, though he’s ashamed to admit it. it wasn’t that he underestimated Peter, it was just that he never felt for him with the same intensity that he did for James or for Remus. they were best friends, but Sirius didn’t feel like they were soulmates. Partners in crime, a friendship full of laughter, and Sirius would have died for him a quickly as he would have died for any of the rest of them. It was just…something less, something he didn’t put as much thought into. It makes sense then, that he reacts so differently to Peter’s death than to James’. he wept for hours when peter died. he cried his heart out, punched the walls and punched a mirror and dropped tears and blood onto broken glass. he mourned openly and harshly, but he didn’t let it change him down to his marrow. he missed Peter, but he didn’t change for Peter. after a week, Sirius was starting to pull himself together. Life goes on, after all. –– remus lupin: ( i am coming home to you with my own blood in my mouth… ) songs: no children –– the mountain goats // say something –– a great big world he always loved Remus. he didn’t always know it. it choked him up inside to think of when he was young. remus Lupin, in all his glory, too beautiful and so full of expectations. Sirius wanted to impress him, wanted to make him give up on Sirius. but it never worked. no matter what Sirius did, Remus always seemed to forgive him, so in the end, he stopped trying to make him see that Sirius wasn’t worthy of it. he’s angry at Remus know, though he doesn’t mean to be. he’s angry at everything that isn’t the people they lost, and Remus unfortunately fits into that category. he just wishes that they could go back to the way things were before this, the old motto of theirs: “together?” / “i think so.”, words uttered a hundred thousand times over the years. he doesn’t feel like they’re working together anymore. Remus is the keeper of a secret that Sirius hates, a symbol of safety he doesn’t feel like they should be playing along with. he’s angry, but he isn’t really showing it. the desperation to hang on and keep Remus safe outweighs that. if he lost Remus now, he would really lose everything worth living for. –– marlene mckinnon: ( “I know we’re best when we’re a team…” ) songs: take me to the riot –– stars // ghosting –– mother mother she was like a sister. she was like a train wreck. she was his mirror. like if you’d shaped him into something tiny and beautiful and fierce. he loved her so much, loved her with a whole heart, and if his dick could have been persuaded to want to fuck her he would have happily spent the rest of his life with her. she wouldn’t have been the one he wanted most, but he would have been happy. as it was, they were good the way they were. partners in crime, drinking buddies, full of sharp laughter and tactless words. losing her is another punch to the gut, another thing he hasn’t fully processed. he keeps looking for her, keeps moving to lean on her and finding only empty space where she should be.

event 001 –– the candlelit vigil. he didn’t speak during the vigil. he didn’t stand up and share any stories, couldn’t summon forward the words that were worthy of the people they’d lost. the thing was that if he talked about his grief, he might start crying. the thing was, if he started crying now he would never stop. the feelings would swallow him up, and he’d weep until he died. he lingers near the edges of the crowd, stands silent and stoic in the masses if people. he isn’t ready to process all of this. he isn’t ready to feel the feelings everyone else seems to be embracing. but he isn’t rushing away either. there’s a crushing loneliness in his heart, and it feels like theres frosted glass between him and everybody else, but he can’t bring himself to ditch it. in the end, he’s glad he lingers. glenda’s voice is like a punch to the gut, her words leaving him breathless and feeling something he’s been numb to for weeks. there’s more than one safe place. all of her words make him want to spring into action, make him want to move and do and act before its too late, make him want to find every soul in this world and gather them together so that they can work to change things. it isn’t hope blooming in his chest, but perhaps a sense of purpose. the implication that not all those they’ve lost will be lost forever, knocking the breath out of him, and making him want to find out for sure…

#hp rp #rp #rpg #marauders rp #lsrpg #accepted

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roselyn-ravenblade · 6 years

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Character Sheet: Roselyn Handhour

[Character Information]

Name: Roselyn Handhour

Gender: Female

Species: Unafflicted Human

Nationality: Gilnean

Age: 23

Orientation: ?

Marital Status: Single

Fluent Languages: Common

Semi-Fluent Languages: ...bad Common? Can understand some points of Darnassian, but would sound like a tram wreck trying to speak it.

Eye Color: A muddled amber

Hair Color: Mahogany brown

Height: 5′4″

Build: Husky. The kind would say ‘pleasantly fluffy’.

Profession: Former Lay Sister with medical knowledge, now a struggling artist with some magic talent she doesn’t have the gold to keep up with steadily.

Summary:

Roselyn came to Darnassus and ultimately Stormwind as a Gilnean refugee when Greymane’s wall came down, long attached to the Cathedral and Chapel of her home city. Though trying her best to serve as a lay sister of the Cathedral of Stormwind, her inability to wield the Light competently left her unsatisfied with her role in the Church and under the expectations of her betters, underappreciated and overworked for little gain in the heart or her faith. She has found a peace retreating to the focus of her artistry and a connection to the natural world she hasn’t quite grasped yet, even if it has her barely scraping by some days. This quiet, socially-awkward artist can now often be found on the patch of island in the middle of Stormwind’s lake behind the Cathedral District, selling the occasional poultice or set of specially made pigments, or the occasional canvas brought to animated life by a Lorekeeper’s enchanted easel.

Physical Description: This young Gilnean woman retains a stockier, full-bodied build, by no means a delicate, slender figure. Plain yet gentle-made features set into the sweep of an oval-shaped face, her messy mass of mahogany brown curls kept trimmed to fall just above her shoulders. Her amber eyes are large, doe-like and a bit anxious, a generous mouth unaccustomed to showing teeth with half-hearted smiles. She favors plain, loose fitting smock dresses, never too far from her large carpenter bag.

Positive Traits: Quiet, Gentle, Calming, Artistic, Altruistic, Generous, Helpful, Courteous, Honest, Animal lover

Negative Traits: Socially awkward, Painfully introverted, easily overstimulated, naive, self-doubting

[OOC Information]

In Game Name, Faction & Server: Rosslyn, Wyrmrest Accord, Alliance- currently shelved in-game until Kul Tirans are unlocked as a playable race.

Sole/Cross-Faction: Rose identifies with the Alliance, but Cross-faction interactions would be both interesting and welcome.

Availability: Available on Tumblr and for Discord chat. Not currently available in-game.

Looking For: Casual Rp and interactions, Long term Rp with potential for character growth, organically-formed friendships or potential romance, open to situational conflictive Rp with ooc communication.

RP Style(s): I am a flexible Rper with a tendency for detailed writing, story setting, and character development. Patience is must with me, as replies to threads are not always immediate, and my characters do not always speak to me so easily, and I strive to offer my best with each interaction. For Rosslyn, she is a newer character that has not received a lot of development, so interactions that help me explore her character and develop her coming into her own will be much loved. Long term Rp partners tend to become some of my best friends, but I am not one to pressure for writing.

Themes: The canvas is open here or Rose, though I tend to lean away from militaristic themes and detailed fighting in writing for Rose, as she is not a huge physical fighter -- she is a mender.

Will Not RP: Non consensual Rp will not be tolerated. References to mature or triggering content may be discussed or potentially established under certain criteria with respect to the material, some with only trusted writing partners that are of age and maturity associated with the content. Ooc communication with long term writing is a must. Very few triggers personally, but I am courteous to others that may read what I write.

Guild: Rose is not currently available in game for guild recruitment, but when she does become available I may have interest in it at that time.

Important Extras: Please do note that while I can be slow in writing interactions and Rp, I am fairly quick on ooc communication, and I love to keep connected to who I write with, discuss characters, potential plots and headcanons. I am very active on Tumblr and Discord, but real life responsibilities will always come first before Rp. I prefer to Rp with those over the age of at least 18, or to at least be told I am interacting with a minor.

Contact Method(s): Contacting me here on Tumblr is the best way to initially connect with me.

#About Roselyn #Writing #character sheet #Alliance #Warcraft oc

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nomxsicmiguel · 6 years

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Hi and hello all!

My name is Jane, but you can all refer to me as Nam since I know that we have another Jane around here, and I don’t want to confuse either of us. So yeah, just call me Nam if you guys like!

Anyways, this is my little aspiring musician and mi hijo, Miguel, and I am very excited to be given the chance to play as him! I don’t often play as boys, so please bare with me when I officially do begin playing as him. I also have not been in a role playing group in over a year, in fact I haven’t role played in over a year at all. But I use to do so all of the time, and I missed it and so I am very glad to have discovered this group when I did, and I am even more happy to be able to take part in it!

Yeah so, I have a few things I need to fix up and do before I can respond to anyone’s starter or create my own. In fact, Miguel’s own starter most likely won’t be posted until tomorrow because it is already about to be 1 in the morning where I am, and I have been up since 5 AM and had a very LONG day! I also have a few school related stuff that I need to focus on first tomorrow, as I only have about two and a half weeks left of my college semester before I am completely free and able to be on here for as long as I like. So fair warning, my activity will be a little spotty these upcoming weeks, and I was honestly planning on joining after my semester ended, but...I didn’t want to lose the chance of getting to play as Miguel and so I applied two and a half weeks earlier than intended. BUT HEY, that is a good thing right?! I do have two final papers and a timeline I need to write soon, but like I promise to try and come on for at least an hour every single day and do as many replies as I can. In fact, this weekend should be mainly free for me, so I will be having Miguel active them.

Okay so, before I get a bit too wordy (which I know I already am, so sorry about that!), I know what you guys care most about is learning a little bit more about mi hijo here! So, here are a few headcanons I’ve come up with for Miguel:

He is extremely protective of his familia. Especially Coco. Miguel does not do well when anyone insults any member of his familia, even if someone is only agreeing with a complaint Miguel himself was making. But Miguel is the only one who has the right to complain about his familia, because they are his familia and obviously no matter what he says about any of them, he still says it out of love. Frustrated love, but love nonetheless. So try and watch your mouth around him, because he would do whatever it takes to defend his familia no matter what.

Speaking of being especially protective of Coco, Miguel has vowed to not let anyone or anything harm his prima. Seriously, Miguel considers himself more of a lover than a fighter, but displace one hair from Coco’s head and you will be answering to him. His abuelita’s chancleta would be the least harmful thing that you could find yourself getting hit with if you do something to Coco that Miguel deems as harmful. And honestly, while her being sick is part of the main reason for him being overprotective, Miguel still would have be as extremely protective of her since she is not only his familia, but also his best friend.

He is a helpless but awkward romantic. While romance is not a top priority for Miguel, I imagine that he would easily find himself crushing on others if the situation calls for it. He has seen too many Ernesto de la Cruz films to have those cheesy romantic moments forever in his mind. Plus, he is in his twenties now so I would assume that Miguel would not find things like people kissing gross anymore. In fact, by the time he turned 14 or 15 years old, Miguel finally began to get curious about how it feels to kiss someone or even date them. He hasn’t officially dated anyone though, too busy with his secret music life and being there for Coco to actually make the time for a romantic relationship. But he has been kissed on the lips twice before in his life. One, his first kiss, was with a friend who he trusted enough to not make things weird if they had kissed because he mainly wanted to do so to satisfy his curiosity. The other, was from a random girl who apparently was dared to kiss him. To this day he does not understand why him? Maybe it was a dare to kiss the first person they saw and it just so happened to have been Miguel?

While Ernesto de la Cruz is his favorite performer of all time, Miguel of course likes other musicians as well. He has heard some hit singles from Shakira, Selena, Marc Anthony, Pitbull, Ricky Martin, Vicente Fernandez, Luis Miguel, Celia Cruz, and even Daddy Yankee. How he was able to find songs for any of these singers? The internet is a wonderful invention that allowed Miguel to research other performers when he sneaks away from his family during the night time. But Ernesto de la Cruz will forever be his favorite musician of all time, especially if he does turn out to be his actual uncle! How awesome would that be?!

Also, as addition, Miguel happens to be a fan of country music. He doesn’t often listen to them as much as he does with latin music, but he still has a few favorite musicians. In fact, if his familia did happen to allow music being played around them, no doubt you would find Miguel singing tunes from Dolly Parton and Blake Shelton as an example. He of course also does listen to contemporary music as well, such as pop and r&b, but Miguel isn’t much of a fan of those. The closes he would find himself liking is also rock music, but even then Miguel is rather picky with what he listens to within that genre.

He is also a bit sleep deprived. His familia happens to also have a thing about being punctual and waking up early in the mornings and so of course, with none of the knowing about his nightly adventures, Miguel often doesn’t get enough sleep. Because of this, he takes any chance he get’s to take a small nap, which often occurs during school hours.

Miguel is really good at crafting things. This comes from learning how to create shoes, but Miguel also likes to create other things. He did after all create his guitar from scratch, which he gathered the parts from any unused materials that was left by his familia and whatever he could gather from around town or even the dumpster. Yes, Miguel is somewhat of a dumpster diver if it meant having a guitar, but he doesn’t do that very often. Only when he feels is necessary.

I have a few other ones, but these are the main ones. Well, besides how he found the photo that gave Miguel the conclusion about Ernesto de la Cruz being his tío. But anyways, yeah these are some of the headcanons I’ve came up for Miguel!

I would also post some connections for him, but I haven’t completely thought of what they are outside of like one connection of him having a friend who always likes to drag Miguel shoe shopping since he has the best opinions on what kind of shoes they should buy. However, I will try and come up with some connections that you guys can fit into, but honestly I am open for plotting regardless because I would love for Miguel to have a few more established connections outside of what is written on his bio and a few others.

Anyone who wants to plot now, however, I most likely won’t respond to because I am extremely tried and am about to head to bed in a few. Just wanted to introduce myself and to mi hijo before heading to bed. But like, I will try and come on tomorrow after I wake up, so that if anyone wants to start plotting we can! My responses may be a little slow though, because again I have some school work I need to focus on first. But I will try and have a starter for Miguel by the ending of tomorrow at the very least.

So yeah, that’s it for now guys! I apologize for the length of this introduction, I promise that it won’t always be this long in terms of my OOC posts. But for tonight, it was.

But yeah, so excited to be here! Hope to get to know you all soon, and if you are interested in plotting with Miguel or have any ideas of what connections you think he will fit, let me know!

Otherwise, I’ll talk to you all tomorrow, yes?!

#carthayintro #carthayooc #( there is something that makes me different: ooc )#( i'm going to be a musician!: headcanons )#long intro is long #i am so sorry #did not intend for this to be so wordy haha #this probably won't show in the tags yet #oh well #tomorrow it should appear #hopefully

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