#RIP one-off OC I'll probably never use again
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Prompt: Azula joins Zuko on his Avatar hunt instead of Iroh. I don't know why, I don't know how, but I'm certain to be entertained by whatever follows.
Ozai and Ursa were already dead by the time Iroh arrived home. He stepped from his ship into the palanquin, and rode past the places of their execution, holding the urn of his son’s ashes.
He had no time to entrust them to the Fire Sages before his father summoned him. He brought them along, because this was an easier thing than setting them down. And perhaps Lu Ten’s grandfather would like to see him once more, outside of the family shrine. Iroh would have given anything—
He placed the urn on the floor next to him. It did not kneel when he did. Fire Lord Azulon surveyed him from behind the flames.
“Rise, my son. It is good to have you home.”
They did not speak of Lu Ten. His father had always been a man to look to the flames of the future, rather than the ashes of the past.
* * *
They hanged Ursa, as befitted her attempted crime, and her past station.
They burned Ozai, as befitted his. A child of Agni should always return to the flames.
The children of the traitors had been stricken from the family line. Had been placed in the capital prison; bait for the trap. Azulon was keeping close eye on those who expressed concern for the offspring of regicides. Ozai had expected support for his position; it would be Iroh’s second task to sift through the court, and discard the chaff.
His first task was a more practical resowing. Azulon had already selected a handful of candidates: women of suitable birth and known loyalties. The wedding date had been set, pending selection of the bride.
“Thank you, father,” Iroh said.
Lu Ten held his silence.
* * *
Azula had never liked the servants who’d fussed at her hair and clothes, who’d pulled and tugged until she was perfect, like perfect was a thing outside of her for others to bestow. She only had to look at Zuko to know how far tailored robes and well-oiled hair could take one.
She couldn’t see Zuzu from her cell. Her robes were too cold against the stone and every tug to wrap them tighter just made them worse, she could see it in the guards’ faces, the way they’d stared when she’d first arrived and looked a few days after and now they barely even saw. No one would talk to her, no matter her demands. They didn’t even stop their own conversations anymore; just slid in her food and kept walking and batted away her fires and it was cold here.
There were things crawling in her hair that her nails couldn’t dig out. Sometimes she thought she heard Zuzu yelling, but she couldn’t be sure. And it would have been undignified to yell back. She was a princess. She was fifth in line for the dragon throne.
Fourth, now that Lu Ten was dead.
Third, because father was, too.
He’d yelled and then he’d screamed and it hadn’t done anything but make the crowd jeer. Fire Lord Azulon had been silent. Poised. In control. She was his namesake and she would be too.
She was nine.
* * *
Zuko yelled until his throat burned. The guards didn’t care, they didn’t listen to him, which was nothing new. He shouted and shouted and his own ears hurt. Maybe that’s why he never heard Azula calling back.
Grandfather had made them watch when he’d killed father and, and—
If grandfather had Azula killed, he would have made Zuko watch that, too. Azula was probably just better at being a prisoner than he was. Maybe the guards even talked to her.
He was eleven.
* * *
Iroh’s new wife was a third his age. A flower just coming to bloom. She looked like his first wife; Azulon knew his preferences. She was young enough to be Lu Ten’s sister. She smiled and laughed each day with the other court wives, and came to his room with lists of possible dissenters to discuss in their marital bed. It was not the pillow talk he was used to, but it was charming, in its way. She liked to lay on her stomach and kick her feet above her as they traced the web of treachery with his dead brother at its center. She was here to have his children—a task at which she worked with admirable diligence—and to be the acting Fire Lady. She had not had to struggle and flaunt herself for his affections; she had been picked from a line-up, her expectations realistic, her motives aligned with his. It was the least romantic relationship Iroh had ever been part of. It was… refreshing.
On the day the palace doctor confirmed their newly budded line of succession, the Fire Lord called them both in for congratulations. And for pruning.
* * *
Zuko had turned twelve, but had not realized it. Azula had turned ten. She’d counted the days.
Iroh had not been able to visit them in prison; only to inquire as to their treatment. Individual cells, regular meals of reasonable quality, no abuses. He’d moved his own people into position to ensure the last.
Azulon had moved them back, after a delay for his soft-hearted son’s conscience. They could not waste loyal men on cuckoo-vipers. And Iroh could not waste his father’s good will. Not when it would be needed in the future, for the most important request.
* * *
“And your wife agrees to this?” asked the Fire Lord, behind his flames.
Iroh’s wife had not been directly addressed, and so did not reply. She sat in polite and perfect seiza, her head raised, as befitted the woman currently running her half of the court. Azulon had never seen fit to replace his own wife, after all.
“She does,” Iroh spoke for her. “We have spoken on the issue at length, and believe it best. Our family is small, and cannot afford to be smaller. The children are young; too young to have been in their parents’ confidences. With proper guidance—”
“And how would they place in the line of succession?” Azulon asked. “How would they chafe, how would they plot, with a decade’s experience over your eldest?”
Lu Ten’s own connections at court had been built while his cousins were still in diapers. But he was no longer Iroh’s eldest.
“We believe—”
“No,” his father interrupted again. “I will not allow their adoption. Not by you, where they could smother your own babe in the cradle, and certainly not by someone I trust less.”
Which was everyone, since the night his daughter-in-law had served him tea sent by his son.
“Father,” Iroh began, and his wife shifted her elbow just so, the only indication that she wished to dig it into his ribcage. “They are young, and innocent. They are my beloved nephew and niece. Your grandchildren. We cannot in good conscience—”
‘Good conscience’ had never factored into his father’s policies. Iroh had… begun to realize that, of late. His wife let out a small sigh, deliberately audible only to the man next to her. She had cautioned very strongly against a—how had she put it?—a feelings-based approach to this situation. Feelings rarely factored into her own decisions. She had been hand-selected by his father, after all.
His wife went into a half-bow, her head lowered. “May I speak, my lord?”
The flames crackled. The shadow of his father inclined its head, just slightly.
“To kill the children is wise, and I admit, would set my mind at ease for my own child’s sake. But my husband feels strongly on this matter, and so I support him, for his happiness is my own. May I suggest a compromise? To place them outside the court, where they cannot build influence, nor harm your son’s heirs. A position from which you can judge their characters and value to the nation as they grow.”
“You suggest banishment,” the Fire Lord said.
“Not unstructured, of course. To leave them roaming freely would invite those that would take them in. Perhaps a military commission? As they are commoners, they should begin from a rank befitting their station, of course. Let them prove their worth on their own merit.”
Iroh could not see through the flames, but he knew his wife’s small smile was reflected on his father’s face.
“A naval position,” the Fire Lord said. “On a ship that does not frequently make port. The frontlines would be the best place for them to prove themselves, wouldn’t you agree?”
Iroh closed his eyes.
“Father,” he said. “Please,” and he could feel his wife willing him to stop talking. The Fire Lord had already agreed to spare their lives. A banishment could be undone, so long as he and the children both outlived the man before them. “I… thank you for your wisdom in this ruling. But perhaps, if they complete some feat worthy of our line, they could be allowed to return?”
The flames were hot against his face. His new wife was still and silent against his side. His father… his father laughed, a low exhalation, the wheeze of a humorless old man.
“Let them bring me the Avatar,” Fire Lord Azulon said, “and I will welcome them home with honor.”
* * *
Zuko didn’t know why they’d pulled him from his cell or scrubbed him down or taken his old clothes. They’d been dirty but they could have been cleaned. His new clothes were scratchy, and too big, and they looked like a common soldier’s, and… and—
And they’d shaved his hair.
* * *
It had gotten rid of the bugs, Azula admitted, in the privacy of her own mind. Still. She memorized the faces of the woman who’d held her down and the man who’d shorn her. For future reference.
They hadn’t bothered sizing her new outfit for a child. Azula noted the quartermaster’s face, as well.
* * *
They were put on a ship. It was the first time they’d seen each other in nearly a year.
Zuzu looked at her head, and wisely said nothing.
She raised an eyebrow at his, and graciously granted him the same.
It was hard to tell them apart. They had their mother’s face. And their father’s.
* * *
Their captain’s name was Zhao. He invited them to dinner in his private quarters, once the Fire Nation was behind them. Zuko fidgeted. Azula didn’t.
The captain spoke on how much potential he saw in them, under a commander who saw their true value.
Together, they could go far. Very far, indeed.
Azula smiled and said all the things she thought father would have said. Zuko scowled.
Zhao brushed over their arms with his own while reaching for things. He served them more when they said they were already full. He squeezed their shoulders when he brought them back to their rooms, which were next to his, even though the rest of the lower crewmen slept together in the same big cabin. Zuko scowled harder.
Azula was invited back. Zuko wasn’t.
* * *
Zhao was… Zhao wasn’t a good person.
“I know that, dum-dum. But do you want to stay banished forever?”
“Uncle said—”
“Uncle’s going to change his mind, when he has his own heir and a spare. We’re threats, Zuzu. And Zhao knows father’s old friends. He’s one of the smart ones.”
The dumb ones had already been executed.
“I… I think he wants to—to tie himself to the royal line.”
“Eww,” she said. “I’m ten. If he wants to get engaged, I’ll just break it when we’ve got the throne. It will be too late for him to retract his support, then.”
They’d barely left port before Zhao had made his first move. He didn’t seem like a man who waited.
Azula was ten, but Zuko was twelve. Being twelve was almost thirteen, which was almost a teenager, which was almost an adult, and adults understood things that ten year olds didn’t.
They had to get off this ship. They had to go home.
Zuko had to find the Avatar.
* * *
(This ficlet is now posted on AO3.)
#are you not entertained?#eventually this one will be a Fire Lord Iroh AU#better hope he gets that throne quick <3#Happy Ending: and then they joined the southern raiders just as Hakoda was setting sail#and Hakoda was unprepared for these feral fuzzy-headed children suddenly on his ship#Bad Ending: and then they joined the southern raiders when Zuko was sixteen and Azula was fourteen#after four years with Zhao#Zuko: *shakes Aang until he glows then yeets him at Zhao like a grenade*#Azula: that's a good first step to being my favorite brother#but I still don't have a crown in my hair Zuzu#Avatar The Last Airbender#atla#Zuko#Azula#Iroh#I actually really like Iroh's new wife?#RIP one-off OC I'll probably never use again#you are the politically climbing aro-ace rep we deserve#New Wife: sure I'll exchange my firstborn for ultimate power in my nation#wait I can keep the kid too?#sweet deal#ficlet#Cuckoo-Vipers
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Moon Knight x Reader
(this is my oc I guess, I created her a few years ago but like I'll insert you guys into it. I used her for an avengers fic a few years back)
You kept your hood over your head as you walked through the streets, trying to be as fast as possible so no one would bother you.
Suddenly you ran into someone, so hard that you fell onto the ground, you hold falling off.
The man with long hair stared down at you, curious about the cat masquerade you wore that covered the top half of your face.
"Sorry... I wasn't looking where I was going." You muttered as you quickly stood up about to back away before you ran into someone else.
You looked behind to see a large man stopping you from going anywhere.
"Curious creature aren't you? Why do you wear a mask?" He asked as your breathing picked up and you clutched your bag.
"I didn't mean to cause any harm, please just leave me alone." You whispered as he came closer and tilted his head.
"Are you trying to hide your identity for some reason? Maybe a criminal? Or a wannabe super hero. Should we see?" He said stepping closer as you went to run away before the large man held you in place.
"Please, just don't take it off. Please just respect my privacy." You begged as he smiled.
"It's alright, dear. I'm not going to hurt you, I just wish to see what you're hiding. Now, stay still." He said as he reached forward and grabbed the edge of your mask as you squirmed and tried to break free.
"Stop! Get off me!" You screamed before he ripped the mask off and saw what was underneath.
He stepped back and stared in shock, your face almost like a black hole of matter, glitched and impossible to describe to anyone who hadn't seen it.
Arthur's head began to hurt as he stared at you, you managed to break free of the man and grabbed your mask before running off while securing your mask.
"Incredible." Arthur whispered as he watched you run off.
"Grab her." He ordered to the larger man.
You ran along the streets dodging between people.
The inevitable happened and you slammed into someone, the both of you falling onto the ground.
"I'm so sorry!" The man said as he helped you stand up.
He saw you were trying to run and looked behind to see Arthur in the distance.
"Are you running from him?" He asked in a British accent before you quickly started running again.
"Steven, go after her!" Marc shouted as Steve started running.
He clearly wasn't fast enough so Marc took control and followed behind you.
He quickly grabbed you and pulled you into an alleyway, clamping a hand over your mouth as you watched Arthur run past they alley.
Marc took his hand away as you panted and tried to catch your breath.
"Are you okay?" He asked as you looked at him in confusion.
"Weren't you British..." You muttered as he chuckled a little.
"I have dissociative identity disorder, the other guy was Steven. I'm Marc." He said holding his hand out for you to shake. Marc was getting a lot better at being honest about himself and Steven.
You smiled and shook his hand.
"Y/N." You replied as he nodded.
"So, why were you running from Arthur?" He asked as you looked back out the entrance of the alleyway.
"I ran into him and he took off my mask, forcefully..." You muttered hoping Marc wasn't about to do that same to you.
"Can I ask?" He asked as you stared at him.
"I don't think... You would probably think I'm crazy and I can't show you because you might die." You muttered looking away as he looked at you in confusion.
"Well, why don't I put my mask on. Then you can tell me about yours." He said as you tilted your head in confusion.
Suddenly white bandages began to form around him as you stepped back and watched in amazement until he was fully suited up.
"You're Moon Knight." You said in disbelief before his mask retracted and he smiled.
"I sure am. There's a lot that happens in my life that I would never believe would happen. So, whatever is under your mask I won't be scared." He said as you smiled a little.
"Its a long story... Do you want to have coffee?" You asked making him smile charmingly.
"That sounds great."
--
You sat across from Marc in a quiet coffee shop, getting the usual states from people passing by.
"I come from a different universe. My world was being destroyed...apocalypse style kind of stuff. I was Begging over and over for it to not be real, I was screaming while everyone died... Suddenly I fell. I kept falling and falling as I cried in pain, my body and soul falling through space and time as it morphed, ripped apart and put back together until I fell into this universe. My face the only thing that didn't get fully put back together. So... Underneath this mask it's like a black hole, morphed and impossible to explain. If anyone looks into it they basically go mad or get brain damage. Arthur was a bit different, his mind was a lot stronger." You explained as Marc listened, it was nice to be honest about your life. You didn't exactly have friends or family.
"Wow, that's an incredible story you've got there. And Arthur is different, I've been fighting against him for some time now. I managed to take away his power but he still runs his cult. I'm sure he saw you and was thinking he could use you for something." He replied as you sighed a little and nodded.
"Well, I guess that's something I have to worry about now."
--
A few weeks had gone by and your life had been pretty quiet, you had Marc's number and had seen him a few more times.
But, the quiet didn't last long.
You woke up, groaning when you felt your body twinge in pain. You felt soft sheets below your body but you could tell they weren't yours.
You slowly sat up to see you were in a small room that had stone walls.
"What the..." You muttered before the door opened and you scurried away to the corner of the room.
Your eyes widened as you stared at Arthur.
"I hope you slept well, Y/N." He said as you pressed yourself against the wall.
"What the hell do you want?" You growled as he smiled, almost in a comforting way.
"I want to see what you can do, you're a very interesting person, Y/N. Wouldn't you like to find out more about yourself?" He asked as you grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.
"You think you can just kidnap people!? Just because you find them interesting!?" You shouted as him as he chuckled softly.
"I'm trying to help you here, Y/N. I could be a lot more forceful, so why don't you do as I say and I won't have to use such forces." He warned as you stared at him.
"All I want to do is live my life, I'm not your fucking lab rat." You cursed him out as he sighed.
"I've got some very nice food down here, you can be nice and come eat some or you can keep acting this way and I'll have to use force." He said as you glared at him.
"Fine." You grumbled making him smile with satisfaction.
You followed him out of the room as people stared at you while you passed them.
"Why is everyone whispering when I walk passed them..." You muttered before you sat down across from Arthur and he handed you some food.
"Because you're incredible, Y/N. We have no one to worship anymore and you come alone and you're perfect and powerful." He said as you looked away.
"If I take my mask off, I kill people. How is that perfect?" You grumbled as you stared down at the food, you couldn't ignore that you were hungry.
You began to eat as Arthur watched you.
"The things I saw when I gazed into your face, it was like nothing I'd ever seen. It means I am worthy, if someone gazes into your face and can't handle it then they aren't worthy." He said as you stopped and looked at him through your mask.
"Well, that's complete bullshit." You growled, continuing to eat.
Once you were finished two men grabbed your arms.
"It doesn't matter what you think, Y/N. I know what's best for you now." He said as they began to drag you away, Arthur reassured everyone around him before following alongside you.
They dragged you into a small room and restrained you to a chair.
"You fucking suck." You growled as he chuckled.
They brought a man in who looked nervous.
"You will be the first of the test, are you ready?" Arthur asked the man as he nodded and sat across from you.
The guards held you down before Arthur ripped off your mask and you tried to look away.
"No! Stop it!" You screamed, but it was too late for the man.
He stared wide eyed at you as his nose began to bleed.
"You'll kill him! Stop!" You screamed before he slumped forward and his head hit the table, you bagan to cry, black substance dripping down your face before Arthur put your mask back on.
"Looks like he wasn't worthy." He said as you continued to cry.
"That's not how it works!" You screamed out, you heard a commotion outside before the door slammed open to reveal moon knight.
"Always here to ruin my faith, aren't you, Marc?" Arthur said before Marc threw his guards to the ground.
"Always here to ruin innocent lives, aren't you, Arthur?" Marc growled before he knocked Arthur out and freed you.
You leapt up and hugged him tightly.
"I didn't mean it." You whispered while crying as Marc held you.
"I know... I know. It wasn't your fault, we have to go." He whispered looking at you and making sure you were somewhat okay.
"Just hold onto me, I'll get you out of here."
#moon knight#steven grant#marc spector#jake lockley#marvel#mcu#Moon knight x reader#Marc Spector x reader#Arthur harrow
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@missterious-figure, it is I, the person who might have asked an unnecessary amount of questions about making ocs. I probably won't be role-playing with 'em much (because I'm not really good at it jsjzksjs-) but I'll try :] soon. I swear-
ANYWAYS
Boy is it fun to completely disregard insect anatomy! (I will never forgive myself for this act of treason I have committed.)
The reason I put so much effort into this ref is because... I'm gonna probably use them for one of my own AUs (that I probably won't post. Like ever.) based on this poem about bugs I wrote at 1 am.
Yeah.
Anyways me ranting like a madman under the cut
LOOK I KNOW THE ANATOMY IS ATROCIOUS BUT I WAS HAVING TOO MUCH FUN OKA-💥💥💥
No teeth, toungue, 4 legs instead of 4 arms, and smaller mandible would have been more accurate, but... sue me. It's a fantasy world. The insects are sentient.
Jitter had their leg... kinda ripped off (I'm making their lore up as I go) so now they use a prosthetic made from a twig, vines, and some honeycomb. They travel a lot, so they have a stupid amount of wares they enjoy trading and selling.
Their bag is made from twine and spider silk, since they're friends with a spider (AGAIN MOST OF THIS IS BASED OFF THE CRACKPOEM I WROTE JUST GO WITH IT) who helped them make it. Oh yeah, they also have a sister. Yeah.
They're pretty chill.
Also cat mouth :3
I actually spent a long time on this and I'm proud of it haha-
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the sea around us; chapter ten
In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.
(rafe cameron x f!oc)
(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)
warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)
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When I wake up, I have a rather foggy recollection of the night before, which is pretty standard after I get home from a party. I quickly realize though, when I try and open my eyes, that I'm not back at the chateau at all. I blink a few times as I process my surroundings. The Fast posters, trophies, the body under the covers next to me. Rafe, right. He's sitting up against the headboard, looking at his phone in his lap. He's not wearing a shirt, and my cheeks burn red. I don't think we slept together, but I don't put it past the girl I was last night.
I rub my eyes a little and pull the covers up over my shoulder, looking under the covers to make sure I'm dressed. I have a shirt on, so check, and some boxers that obviously aren't mine. I'll take that as a win.
"Hey, are you awake?" He whispers, his voice still raspy from sleep.
I hum a little in response, still mostly trying to wake up, but I don't think I've ever slept in a bed this comfortable. I never want to leave.
"Not yet?" Rafe laughs slightly, and I hear his phone click off as he places it on top of the blanket.
"How are you alive?" I grumble, pulling the blanket tight under my chin.
"I could ask you the same thing." I can hear the smile on his voice. I open my eyes slightly, squinting from the sunlight coming into his room from the big window. He's reaching out towards me, and hesitates for a second before he settles his hand in my hair, pushing a few strands out of my face.
"Please, please don't tell me I puked in your bathtub." I say, feeling a smile pull at my cheeks and he shakes his head, laughing slightly.
"No, no you're good. You can handle your liquor better than any other girl I've brought back here."
"Wow, thank you." I laugh softly. I can already feel my hangover kicking in. "I'm also probably the only one who only asked to have a bath."
Rafe nods a little, his hand still in my hair. "Yeah, it's refreshing, honestly. Did, uh, did you at least have fun? Like at the party, I mean." He asks, nervousness evident in his tone.
"Mhm." I hum, nodding slightly. "Pretty sure Kie is gonna kick my ass but it was worth it."
"So like.. you remember everything, right?"
"Yep." I reply, closing my eyes again. I don't want look at him, I just know he's about to bring up how we kissed. Not because I regret it, I truly don't, I'm just more embarrassed because he's probably about to kick me out and now that's just another person I have a weird history with.
"So like.. maybe, would you still want to go out sometime?" That question catches me off guard. Apparently I did forget something, but now the conversation we had while I was in the bath comes rushing back to me.
"If you still want to, then of course." I reply, opening my eyes again and smiling up at him.
"Of course I still want to, why wouldn't I?" Rafe looks confused as he slightly laughs. He seemed so nervous a minute ago, but every ounce of that seems to be gone now.
"Guilt, embarrassment, regret, maybe, I don't know." I shrug.
"No, no way. Oh my god, I meant all that stuff I said." He shakes his head. "I'd love to hangout more. At least until your friends rip my head off, anyways. But like, I thought we just got along so well so like, why not, right?"
I smile at that, and I know my face is so red but he doesn't comment on it. "I meant it too." I reply.
"Sweet." He grins, then it's quiet for a second. "Uh, I'm gonna hop in the shower, just shout if you need anything." Rafe says, getting up from the bed and making sure I'm still covered by the blanket.
"Sounds good." I say, giving him a thumbs up as he walks into the bathroom and closes the door. I sit up and grab my head as the hangover headache instantly begins. I groan and throw the blanket off, pulling my legs up and crossing them as I look at his bedside table. I'm so thirsty I feel like I'll faint at any second, but luckily he has painkillers and a water bottle already there.
I lay back down after taking a few, and I think I fall back asleep because I don't hear him turning off the shower or coming back into the room.
"Hey, Snowy?" His arm is on my shoulder and when I open my eyes, he's got sweats on and his hair is still damp.
"I'm up." I respond groggily, sitting up again.
"Nice hair." Rafe chuckles and I reach up to try and smooth it down.
"Thank you, you should see it when I brush it." I say, climbing out of bed carefully so I don't fall. "Give me like five and I'll be ready to go."
"Are you hungry? What do you want for breakfast?" Rafe asks. "I'll go make something if you're hungry."
I didn't realize I was starving until he said that, but now that I'm thinking of it I realize I haven't eaten since breakfast yesterday.
"Oh my god, I am starving. Can I have like, some toast maybe?" I ask and he nods. "Can I be picky and ask for cream cheese and jam on it?"
"Cream cheese and jam?" He asks, looking at me confused and a little grossed out.
"Okay- don't knock it until you try it. It's so good." I laugh.
"No way- I'm knocking it now. But of course, I'll make it. Just come down when you're ready." He smiles, pulling on a shirt off the floor and closing the door behind him as he leaves.
I stand there in a state of shock for a moment. He's so nice. I really wouldn't have expected this from him, but I guess I just didn't know him before.
I go into the bathroom and quickly change back into my shorts from yesterday, deciding to leave the t-shirt he leant me on. I brush my teeth with the brush he grabbed for me the night before, and find a hairbrush in the drawer. As usual, my hair is so big after I brush it through that I look like an eighties yearbook photo, I can't ever unsee that after I saw my mothers grad photos a few years ago. I look just like her.
After washing my face, I grab my backpack and force myself to leave his room. I quietly close the door, and tiptoe down the hall towards the stairs. It's almost ten, but I don't know if anyone is still sleeping.
Just my luck, right then a door opens in the hall in front of me and I freeze.
"Snowy?" Sarah yawns, still in her pyjamas. "What are you- oh." She says as she looks at me and realizes where I came from.
"Hi Sarah." I say, trying not to sound awkward about it.
"Have a good night?" She chuckles.
"Yeah. Not in the way you think, though." I quickly clarify and she nods, but looks at me skeptically.
"Rafe is just making breakfast, if you want to join us?" I suggest, not sure what to say.
"Ugh, pass." She laughs. "Enjoy though, I'll see you when I see you." Sarah says, going back into her room and closing the door.
I cringe a little internally as I walk past her closed door and down two sets of stairs, then find my way to the kitchen.
"Woah, shit you were not kidding." Rafe laughs, sitting at the kitchen island.
"Oh, this?" I giggle, gesturing to my hair. "Yeah it's pretty bad."
"Nah, it looks fine." He grins as I put my backpack on the floor. "Come sit." He pats the stool next to him.
"Thanks for making breakfast." I say as I sit down, instantly grabbing a piece of the toast he made and taking a bite.
"Of course." He nods, resuming eating his as well.
"So, what do you want to do?" I ask after we sit in silence for a few moments.
"Like, today?"
"No, no. I mean like, later this week. Should we do lunch or coffee or maybe go for a walk or something?" I suggest, smiling at him.
"Oh, yeah. Uh, up to you. I don't mind." He shrugs.
I think for a second. "Okay, well I'll think on it and send a postcard once I decide." I joke.
He looks at me confused. "Oh shit, right. You don't have a phone." He laughs once he gets it.
"I'll give you one of mine." Rafe says casually.
"You have more than one phone?" I raise my eyebrow at him.
"Well, yeah, I just got a new one in the fall so you can take my old one." He says, covering his mouth while he talks since he's still chewing.
"You don't have to do that." I shake my head. "I'll borrow JJ's or something."
"That's stupid, I've got one sitting in a drawer that I don't use. I want you to take it." He insists.
"Kook life goes crazy." I tease and he laughs, shrugging a little.
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About an hour later, I find myself still incredibly hungover, wearing Rafe's t-shirt, and with a new(ish) phone in my pocket as I walk back into the chateau after Rafe drops me off.
"Wow, morning sunshine." John B greets me as I enter, and I throw my bag on the ground and instantly flip face down the couch as he's in the kitchen making breakfast.
"Morning," I mumble, feeling the pounding in my head subside a little as I have my eyes covered.
"Hangover smoothie?" He asks and I give him a thumbs up without removing my head from the cushion.
I hear John B laugh and pull the blender out of a cupboard. "So, Snowy, we made a group chat without you since the twins have your phone."
"Rafe gave me a new one, I can add the new number," I reply, assuming that would be relevant.
"He got you a new phone?" He asks, shocked. "Wow. Anyways," he continues. "We got an interesting update from Kie last night.." He says, pausing to give me time to plead my case.
I sit up with a groan, holding my head. "Listen, John B, don't even worry about it. It's... yeah, don't worry." I don't really want to unload the whole story on him, especially about how we have a date set for a few days from now when I recover from this hangover.
John B laughs. "I'm not worried, I just want to know what happened." He asks. "And by the way, JJ wasn't in it. She just texted me and Pope."
"I, yeah. We, uhm.. don't worry about it." I say again, with a slight chuckle. Laughing makes my head hurt more.
"You didn't, Snowy-" John B asks, sounding more shocked than he was about the phone.
"No! no, no we didn't. Not, yeah, not that." I'm quick to clarify this time. "We just made out, and then I crashed at his place. That's all."
"That's not nothing." John B says, "Blender warning-" He adds, giving me a chance to cover my ears before he turns it on.
Once my hangover smoothie is done, he brings it to the couch for me and sits beside me. "Was it like, just a hookup situation? Or are their feelings involved?" He asks and I take the glass from him, taking a sip. It's so gross, but it almost instantly helps.
"Uh.. feelings," I mumble. "We have a date this week." I blush, hiding it in another drink from my smoothie.
"Shit, man.." John B says, leaning back and putting his arms across the back of the couch.
"Yep.." I nod. Neither of us says anything for a minute.
"Well, once JJ gets out of bed, we have an idea what Redfield is." John B tells me and I turn to look at him, surprised.
"No way!" I smile. "I'll get some painkillers in me and we'll do this."
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"So, where are we off to?" I ask John B, as we all climb into the Twinkie. JJ hasn't said a word to me today- not directly, anyway.
"Redfield Lighthouse. My dad's favorite place." He answers, a smile pulling at his lips as he starts the Twinkie.
We pull up near the lighthouse, and all pile out of the vehicle. "Right, JJ, you're gonna post up and keep an eye out for Bogeys, alright?"
"What? Why me?" JJ responds.
"Because you're not coming," Pope says.
"Why?"
"Because there are independent and dependant variables," He explains. "You, are an independent variable, we don't know what you'll do."
"You're a tad unpredictable, JJ," I respond, sitting half inside and half outside the Twinkie.
"You both shut up!" JJ says, and I roll my eyes.
"Listen. Pope, Snowy, you stay here with JJ. See? You've got company." John B suggests and I nod a little. This will be interesting. "If we get split up, we meet back at JJ's house."
"Sounds good." I agree, giving them a thumbs up, and John B and Kie say their goodbyes, starting to head toward the entrance of the lighthouse.
I stay in my spot, grabbing my vape from my pocket as JJ starts playing hacky sack with a rock. I can tell he starts to get frustrated, and then he kicks it up into the air, hard.
"You know what, Snowy? I can't take this. Let's talk, alright?" He turns to me. I raise my hands in surrender and nod.
"Yeah, I'll be, uh, over here if you guys need me.." Pope says, wandering off. He doesn't want to get involved and I wouldn't either.
"JJ, come sit," I say, exhaling the smoke from my lungs and patting the spot next to me as I move over a little.
He sighs and sits next to me.
"I really, really don't want to fight.." I tell him quietly, looking at the ground in front of us.
"Let's just talk then."
"Okay." I smile a little and decide to look up at him.
"JJ, I feel like you don't care about me sometimes when you do things like hold a gun to my brother's head." I giggle a little, trying to set this up like we're in couples therapy or something.
JJ nods. "Yeah, okay, that's fair. However, that had nothing to do with you. I would have done the same thing if it was anybody else." He explains
"I would expect nothing less. But you didn't let me finish," I smile, poking his chest. "Then you immediately went and slept with some random girl, while I was throwing up on the side of the road, walking home alone. After witnessing my brother, and best friend almost die. I was alone." I started with a sort of laugh, but by the time I finished talking, I was almost in tears. I look back up at JJ and he nods, running his hand through his hair.
"Yeah, Snowy, I'm sorry." He apologizes, rubbing my back. "I was drunk, I was reckless, I was an independent variable, or whatever Pope said. "But, you can't be mad at me for sleeping with 'some random girl' when you went to mack on Rafe Cameron last night."
I bite my lip. "I wasn't mad about that," I lie. "I felt like you didn't care that I was hurting, and that made me sad."
"You told me you weren't mackin' on him," JJ said, smiling a little and nudging me with his elbow. The smile didn't quite reach his eyes.
I roll my eyes playfully. "Okay well, when I told you that, it wasn't the plan. Ask Kie, she'd never seen me that drunk. Maybe she has a couple times, actually. But it's going in the highlights reel for sure." I laugh.
JJ nods. "Regardless, I do care about you. And that's why I was mad about you hanging out with that Kook. He's bad news. And that's coming from me."
"I see that now." I agree. "Just... don't take it out on him. I had a great time. He was so... kind, to me..." I trail off. Something doesn't feel right about raving to JJ the way I did to Kie.
"That's great, and all, but for how long, you know, Snowy? How long is he nice to you before he sees that we will always hold you back and he ditches you?"
"Don't say that. You guys don't hold me back from shit. Also, he won't do that. But, if he does, I know I have my crew." I smile, nudging him back.
JJ goes to respond just as we hear Pope's feet hitting the ground coming towards us.
"Cops- guys, cops!" He says, jumping in the driver's seat and turning on the engine.
"Are we just gonna leave them?" I ask as Pope peels us out and I close the sliding door. "I can't see them."
"They'll be fine- we planned for this," Pope says as JJ climbs into the passenger seat.
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We make it back to JJ's house, and I decide to lie down on the dock while JJ and Pope work on a bike in the garage just behind the house.
I take off my shirt and lay it down as a cushion, so my back doesn't hit the warm and broken wood. I pull out my new phone and decide now is a good time to reach out to the twins. I text them, tell them I've got a hold of a new phone, and they are happy to hear from me. Then, I open my text from Rafe.
R: hey, new phone treating you alright?
S: yeah, i love it! thanks again :)
He texts back almost immediately.
R: what are you up to?
S: i'm at jj's with him and pope. what about you? golfing with kegs?
R: pretty much, yeah
S: sounds like fun. kegs took me once, i blacked out and did donuts in the golf cart. they banned me :(
R: lol
R: i'm sure they'll make an exception when i take you, my dad practically owns the club
S: what doesn't he own? lol
R: true
It's been so long since I laid down, that I fall asleep, phone in hand, and don't notice I did until I am woken up. "Hey, Snowy." It's Pope. "Snowy, hey, we got John B. They got pulled to the sheriff's office, we've got to go get Kie."
I open my eyes and sit up, stretching as I stand up. I put my phone and my vape back in my pocket and pull my shirt, which is actually rafe's shirt back on, getting up and following Pope up to where the Twinkie was parked in front of the house. I climb in the back, and JJ is in the passenger seat with John B behind the wheel.
"What happened" I ask him? leaning up between the two seats.
"I kinda broke the guys arm and he said we were tweaked, called the cops."
"Ah, yes. Of course." I chuckle, sitting back down. "So what's the move now?"
"I have another idea."
We get Kie, and head into the old graveyard. It's pitch black by the time we get there, so we break out the flashlights as we trudge into the woods. "Does anyone know how to use the flashlight on an iphone?" I ask, following closely behind Pope.
"Here." Kie laughs and I hand her my phone. I watch her as she turns it on, then hands it back.
"Ah, I got it. Thanks." I laugh with her, lifting it up so I can see where I'm going.
"Olivia Redfield. My great, great, great grandmother." John B says, stopping in front of a enclosed grave.
"Woah.." I say, stealing closer and wiping off the front where the inscription is.
"Let's get this door open." JJ says, and I step out of the way so the boys can try and get it open. I know I wouldn't be much help, especially since JJ and I smoked up a bit on the drive there.
Kie and are are watching them push, when suddenly we hear a hissing sound, looking at each other, and then around on the ground. "Whoa!" Pope says when he spots it, a snake on the ground. I let out a small scream and step back.
"A snake?!" JJ says, "That's a moccasin alright- ye olde Dr. Cottonmouth. Death in the tall grass."
"Oh my god-" I say, grabbing Kie's arm as JJ promptly starts to bark at it, taking all seriousness out of the situation and I giggle.
"JJ, shut up! Shut up!" Kie shouts.
"You're gonna wake the dead, man." Pope says, tapping his shoulder and giving him a light shove.
"Dude, everyone knows they're afraid of dogs." He says, continuing to bark at it.
"Look, John B, listen, we're not gonna get in there. It's not budging. Let's just get out of here." Pope says, keeping an eye on the snake.
"What if someone goes through?" Kie asks. I think Snowy and I could fit." She explains.
"What?" JJ turns to face us. "Snowy, no, no way. Y'all are not going in there."
"You think you'll fit in there?" John B asks.
"Look, this is about your dad." Kie says.
"You deserve to know the truth, John B." I say, looking at Kie and nodding.
We walk over to the spot where we see a hole up where we can climb in, and JJ holds he hands together so he can boost us up.
We both climb in, and begin looking around.
"Y'all okay?" One of the boys calls into us.
"Yeah, still alive." Kie replies. "Woah, Snowy, look at this." She picks up a dusty orange envelope.
"Guys, we got something!" I say, picking up the envelope that clearly was thrown in the same way we entered, some months ago.
My phone starts ringing, right as I hear the boys asking what it is. I hand the envelope off to Kie, and picking it up.
"Hello?" I ask, hearing a distinct "Is she on the phone right now?" On the outside of the tomb.
"Hey, Snowy."
"Oh, hi Rafe."
"There it is." I hear from outside.
"Guys, here." Kie throws it out the hole we climbed in as I cover my other ear so I can hear over my friends talking.
"Where are you right now?" He asks.
"Uh, the graveyard?" I answer and hear him laugh.
"What?"
"Yeah, just for funzies." I shrug.
"Uh, alright, I always wondered what you pogues did with your free time."
"Now you know." I giggle, shaking my head as I pace inside the tomb.
"I just wanted to check up on you, also see if you maybe wanted to do lunch or coffee tomorrow?" Rafe asks and I smile, looking at Kie, who's busy talking to the boys through the hole in the wall.
"Yeah, I'd love that. Making Waves?" I ask.
"Would you really want to go to your place of work on a day off?" I put the phone between my ear and tilt my head to hold it on my shoulder while I climb out behind Kie.
"It'll be a nice change of scenery, being there as a customer." I say, hopping down.
"Shit, square groupers!" JJ says suddenly, and I look back as I grab the phone before being pulled behind the tomb to hide.
"Turn off the flashlights!" Kie whispers.
"Okay, I've got to go." I whisper into the phone. "Coffee sounds great. Bye."
"Wait, wait, Snowy what's happening?" I can hear him ask, just before I hang up and a shot rings out.
"Shit!" I say, hanging up the phone just before we take off running towards the fence out of the graveyard. I can feel my phone buzzing in my hand as we sprint to the fence, and JJ helps push me up as the gunshots continue.
We hop over and keep running for our lives towards the Twinkie, stopping when we hear Pope calling for help. I turn and see his shorts are caught on the fence. "Shit.." John B says, and we all start running back.
JJ stops and pushes me back towards the van. "Go to the Twinkie. Snowy- run!" He says, pushing me again gently. I turn back and keep running, grabbing Kie's hand and pulling her with me. We get to the Twinkie and hide inside, peeking out the window and opening the door when we see the boys running towards us, Pope now missing his shorts. Kie and I can't help but laugh, despite having just been shot at.
"Don't you say a fucking word." He says, covering his crotch and adjusting his boxers as he sits down and John B starts the car and we take off.
We're all talking over each other as we drive, trying to comprehend what just happened. I glance out the window as we see an approaching light, and then as a red dirt bike flies past us heading towards the cemetery.
"Guys, guys! John B, stop! Stop the car!" I shout over everyone, and John be slams on the breaks.
"Guys that was Rafe, hold on-" I say, jumping out of the van before it's fully stopped and running back towards the way that Rafe went, waving my arms in the air hoping he sees me in his rear view mirror.
I keep waving until I see him slow to a stop and turn around. When he gets closer, I wave for him to follow us and I jump in the van.
"Drive." I tell John B, as everyone is asking me what I'm doing. "Just drive!" I shout. "The groupers are probably following us we have to get out of here."
"Where am I supposed to go?" John B says as he starts driving.
"Anywhere, hide us! Something!" I say frantically.
I watch Rafe following behind us, hoping the groupers don'r catch up to us, until we turn off on a side street and into some bushes, turning off the lights.
I jump out of the car as soon as we stop, and run up to the road where Rafe is getting off his bike.
"Snowy, what the fuck is going on? I heard gunshots are the phone are you okay?" Rafe asks, rushing over to me.
"I'm fine- we're fine." I explain and he nods, running his hand through his hair and turning around, pacing before turning back to me and giving me a hug, placing his hand on the back of my head.
"You scared the shit out of me. Who was shooting at you?" He asked, moving his head back and holding the sides of my head to look at me.
"They- uhm... it's complicated." I sigh. "Don't worry. We're fine."
He sighs and pulls me closer, hugging me again and stroking my hair.
"Thank you.. for coming to help." I say quietly. I feel him nod, and then rest his chin on my head.
"Any time."
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A/N;
Long ass chapter today- sorry lol
-R
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Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 29
Pairing: Hangman x Female OC
Word Count: 2803
Warnings: Talk of death
Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.
Or so he thought.
Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.
Chapter Songs: Forever and Always Peter Pan
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Ghost
A pounding headache- stemming from her periodic sob sessions every couple of hours- kept the female aviator up most of the night. Even the ibuprofen she'd found in the kitchen at two in the morning barely dulled the pain, so Ghost turned off the alarm she'd set and suffered in silence, only rousing from her bed again at the sound of shuffling and a voice from somewhere within the house. She peeked into the hallway. No one there. She followed the noises to the kitchen and discovered Maverick on the phone; judging by the expression he wore, it wasn't necessarily the best conversation.
Ghost attempted to sneak away to give him privacy, but Maverick turned around just in time to see her. He smiled and bid goodbye to whoever he spoke to before hanging up and saying, "Morning. I didn't wake you, did I?"
"No, sir. I've been up. Everything okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, just got off the phone with Rooster. He said Jules had a bad night. After the hurling stopped, the nausea stayed, so they've barely gotten any sleep. He's trying to convince her to go to the doctor, but she's staying firm and-"
"Not going?" Ghost finished, nodding understandingly. "She's got her dad's stubbornness."
"Tell me about it," Maverick agreed with a chuckle. "Would you like any tea? I'm making some before I head to the hangar."
"The hangar?" Ghost repeated, tilting her head in curiosity.
"I own a hangar and plane out in the desert. Plane's due for some maintenance. I'd invite you to come with me, but I might have my head ripped off by Juliette if I take you to the hangar instead of having you go to her place. Rooster might also lose his head by spontaneous combustion if you don't calm him down. Usually, Jules can, but since she's the source of his stress at the moment-"
"Say no more. I'll need to head to my place first because I have to take care of a few things, and then I'll head over there."
"Rooster and I, and our heads, appreciate it. Let me finish up our tea, and then I can drive you over whenever you're ready."
"I can take an Uber. I don't want to delay you from going to the hangar."
Maverick waved a dismissive hand. "I'll get there when I get there."
Ghost nodded and sat at the table, patiently waiting for the tea. She wondered what to say to avoid the awkward silence settling over them, but he beat her to the punch. "Why were you awake so early?"
Ghost shrugged nonchalantly and said, "Couldn't stop thinking of my dad and my fight with Hangman. The little sleep I did get was sporadic. It'll probably be like this for a few weeks, but I'll be fine. I always am. Nothing some ice cream and wine can't fix."
At that, Maverick laughed. "No wonder you and Juliette get along so well. She says the same thing."
"I'm honestly not sure which of us said it first, but it's always stuck. I know she's looking forward to being able to have a drink again."
"Speaking of drinks, our tea is ready," Maverick said. "Do you want to drink it here, or do you want a to-go cup?"
"I'll take a to-go cup. That way, we can drink it in the car."
Something flashed in his green eyes, and unless Ghost was mistaken, she recognized it as disappointment. A pang of guilt struck her heart, but as much as she wanted to stay and talk to the captain, Ghost had things she needed to do. She grabbed her clothes from the night prior- now in a plastic bag for easy carry- and her purse before following Maverick out the door with her tea in hand. Ghost assumed they were heading to the Jeep but found herself pleasantly surprised when led to a motorcycle instead.
"That's a Kawasaki Ninja H2," Ghost observed with wide eyes.
Maverick grinned. "Unfortunately, it won't hold our drinks. Otherwise, we could take it. But when I return, you can take it for a spin."
"I can- you would-" Ghost sputtered in disbelief. "All right, but only if you take my Ninja ZX-4R for a spin so we can compare notes on the two."
"I knew you had a motorcycle, but I didn't realize it was a Kawasaki, too," Maverick said, his turn to be shocked.
"Yes, sir. My mom always had a soft spot for them, and it seems that trait passed to me."
"It's a deal then." Maverick grabbed a set of keys from a board in the back of the garage before heading to the Jeep. Ghost followed, but her gaze kept returning to the motorcycle until it was no longer visible.
They arrived at her apartment too quickly, and while Ghost put on a brave face for Maverick, her heart sank to her stomach at the thought of being alone again. He must've picked up on her hesitance because he said, "If you need anything, anything at all, give me a call, okay?"
"Yes, sir. Thank you for everything. It... it really turned my night around," Ghost confessed, opening the car door. She grabbed her things and bid the Captain goodbye. As she started walking away, Ghost turned on her heel and asked, "I hate to ask this of you, but would you be able to swing by Hangman's and check on him? And let me know if he's okay?"
"Of course." No hesitation. No questions. An indisputable amount of love and respect for him filled Ghost in that moment. Relieved, she told him graciously, "Thank you, Maverick."
Then Ghost went to her apartment. The Captain refused to drive off until he saw her safely inside. Ghost set down her stuff and turned on a light, staring at the immaculate space, save for the mugs residing at her kitchen sink, the only evidence two people had been here last instead of the standard one.
"I should've asked Mav to stay," Ghost mumbled to herself, shuffling to her bedroom. She plugged her phone into its charger and collapsed on her bed, texting Juliette and Rooster that she'd be over later after she got some stuff done at her apartment. Then she texted Jackie, asking her to call as soon as she was willing and able. Lastly, Ghost waited for Maverick to let her know about Hangman. He lived close by, so the response would come relatively quickly, but the ten minutes that dragged by were some of the longest in Ghost's life.
When her phone buzzed with an incoming message, she swiftly opened it to see who it was. The good news: it was Maverick. The bad news: he informed her he hadn't been able to get ahold of Hangman. Ghost sent off a "thank you" and groaned in dismay. Was Jake okay? Where was he?
Ghost's finger hovered over the call button for Hangman, a hairs' breadth away. She could try calling him, but most likely, he wouldn't answer. Besides, Ghost had given him such a final goodbye...
She exited out of the conversation and went to her contacts, calling someone else who could help. Someone who knew Hangman like the back of their hand.
"Hey, what's up?" Coyote answered on the third ring.
"Hey, where are you?"
"At the gym. Why?"
"When you get a chance, can you check on Jake? It's a long story, but-"
"I already know," Coyote said gently. "He didn't tell me much, but I can tell it's bad."
"How did you-"
"Juliette texted me last night. Not long after the fight happened, I think. Asked me to check on him."
For the second time in less than an hour, a pang of guilt struck Ghost's heart, much stronger and more brutal this time. Hangman had sent Juliette to check on Ghost immediately after the fight. Meanwhile, Ghost had waited until she couldn't bear the silence of her solitude- 12 hours later- to do the same, even after witnessing the pain in Hangman's eyes. She'd been so selfish in her pain...
"He's doing okay," Coyote continued, "if not a little more broody and quiet. Whatever he's feeling, he's taking it out on the poor punching bag. He's going to Captain America that thing if he keeps at it. How are you doing?"
"Had better days," she admitted, rubbing a stray tear off her cheek.
"I'm sure. And Ghost, I'm really sorry about your dad. Hangman told me that's why y'all disappeared for a few days."
Another tear rolled down her cheek, and Ghost struggled to keep her voice steady. "Thanks, Javy. It was- it was really unexpected, but I'm glad I had Jake there. I know things went to shit last night, but I'm still glad he was there with me."
"I haven't told anyone else. Figured you'd tell them when you were ready." "I appreciate it. If they ask, you can tell them, but I won't bring it up unless they ask. Not sure how I'd bring it up in normal conversation anyways."
"I get it," he said. Coyote started to say something else, stopped, then quietly asked, "Do you think y'all can come back from this?"
"I don't know," Ghost said, her voice cracking. "He won't tell me what I need to know so I can at least understand why he did what he did, and I can't figure out why. I keep thinking it's something I did-"
"It's not. That much, I'm positive about. Jake was screwed up after Ghoul's death. I mean, we all were, but he-" Coyote searched for the right words- "he was really messed up from it. I could never figure out how badly, just that it took a good year to get back a semblance of the Jake I knew before it."
"I wish he'd talk to me about it. If it gets the burden of whatever guilt he's carrying off his shoulders-"
"It'll happen. One day, it will."
"Hopefully sooner rather than later. If life's taught me anything lately, it's that you never know what tomorrow will bring, and God forbid something should happen to either of us, I don't want us to be at odds. Even if we come to a mutual agreement to be friendly acquaintances, I'll take that over whatever we are right now."
"I think he would agree. Listen, I should get back, but I'll text you in a bit to check in, okay?"
"All right. And Coyote, I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess. I hate the idea of you being in the middle of this."
"Don't worry about it, all right? Worry about me going on my date tonight."
Ghost rocketed upwards. "You have a date?"
"Yeah. A cute girl gave me her number a while ago, and, well, here we are. I'll tell you about it if it goes well. Or I'll call you if I need an escape."
"I'm sure it'll be fine, but I'm here if you need me. I'll talk to you later." Ghost hung up and sighed, a soft smile tugging on her lips at the idea of Coyote going on a date. She was beyond happy for him to be putting himself out there and prayed it turned into something bigger and better for him.
Ghost pushed herself up and went to the living room, taking her phone and charger. She planned on some retail therapy- specifically books- when her gaze drifted to the guitars on her wall, namely, the dark blue one hanging above them all. The oldest, most sentimental in her collection.
Forever and always.
Forever and always.
Forever and always.
The words echoed repeatedly in her head. Hangman couldn't have meant them. Not truly. Not if he couldn't give her the one kernel of truth she desperately needed to hear. Anger swelled in her chest, and she tugged the guitar down. Setting up her phone, Ghost strummed a few notes, getting into the frame of mind for the song screaming to be sung. Once she memorized the lyrics, Ghost strung the first note, her voice ringing out crystal clear. She started out calmly, keeping her emotions in check, but when she hit the chorus, the dam burst as she sang with her wounded heart: "And I stare at the phone, he still hasn't called, and then you feel so low you can't feel nothing at all, and you flashback to when he said forever and always. Oh, oh, and it rains in your bedroom, everything is wrong. It rains when you're here, and it rains when you're gone. 'Cause I was there when you said forever and always..."
After that, the song came out much more angrily than Ghost intended, but by the end of it, all the bravado and fury had disappeared, and with her voice barely holding together, a fresh wave of tears threatening to hijack her video, Ghost finished softly: "You said forever and always."
She stopped the video and leaned back on her couch, the melody and singing having acted as a sort of catharsis to voice her feelings. Most of her followers hadn't pieced together that her recent postings had been related to her emotions lately because they hadn't for the past few years. Only when Ghost had started the account after Ghoul's death- a coping mechanism for losing both her WSO and Hangman- had the songs been linked to her feelings. Otherwise, all the songs had simply been ones she loved and enjoyed belting out to. Only those who knew Ghost was behind the account would see the shift, understand the significance behind each video, meaning Juliette, Rooster, Jackie, and Wolfie. No one else, not even Coyote, Hangman, the Daggers, or Charlie, knew the account was owned by Ghost, and she intended on keeping it that way. If they did somehow, they kept it a secret from her.
Ghost fiddled with her Naval Academy ring while posting the video. Two familiar people instantly liked it: Princess86 and NotJacobBlack. Also known as Juliette Kazansky and Wolfie. The former left no comment, probably because she would be seeing Ghost later in the day, but the latter commented: Do I need to send wine and ice cream to you? I'd bring it myself, but it's hard being overseas.
Ghost chuckled, liked the comment, and replied: Just wait to bring it when I see you next!
The second she replied to Wolfie, another like came in by QueenJ_5_30. Another second later, the person's name flashed on Ghost's screen, demanding to FaceTime.
"Hey, Jackie," Ghost answered, setting her guitar aside.
"Spill," Jackie ordered.
Ghost shook her head. "I'd rather not get into it."
"So that heart-wrenching song you just posted has nothing to do with why you wanted me to call?"
"Not in the slightest, actually," Ghost said matter-of-factly. "I need your help with something, and it's going to sound absolutely batshit crazy."
"Dealing with batshit crazy is my specialty, and I could use a distraction. What's up?"
"So, you're really good at finding things that people don't want you to-"
"Yep, it's why I got hired for my job. Why?"
"I need you to look into something for me. I need you to find out exactly when Mom and Dad went on their break before I was born."
"Oh, I can tell you that now. It was late May, early June the year before. Why?"
"I'm not going to ask why you knew that off the top of your head. Give me a sec." Ghost did some calculations in her head and felt the color drain out of her face. "Jackie- oh God, I can't believe I'm asking this right now- do you know if Mom had an affair during that time?"
"I'm sure I could find out, but why? You keep avoiding that question. Why do you need to know this?"
Ghost took a deep breath, forcing herself not to jump to conclusions. Still, Jackie had to understand Ghost's motivations. "Because I learned that when she and Dad went on their break, Mom dated Maverick for those two weeks she was away."
"And?"
Pinching the bridge of her nose, Ghost simply said, "Jackie, do the math."
The elder Blackwood narrowed her eyes at her little sister, but Ghost could see the gears turning in her head. It didn't take long for Jackie to catch on. "Oh my God. You think- are you-"
"I don't know, and that's what I need your help finding out. I don't want to ask him and stir up trouble without more concrete evidence, and I don't want to ask Mom because we just lost Dad and-"
Jackie held up her hand to cut off her sister and said, "Say no more. I'm on it. Give me a week."
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Hi, hello! Binturong anon with a lot of word vomit here, so be warned. I just read your reply to my ask and I'm so happy right now! I was slightly worried for a bit that you didn't like my silly little story, but hearing that you put off posting it because you liked reading it made me feel warm inside. And you want to draw it someday??? 😳 I can't believe this I'm hdhdjgk
As for my Sol OCs, I do have a few that are specifically parallels, but I'm never quite happy with them. There's always so many good ideas and I sometimes end up finding other people's takes on them that are SO cool (like Rime!) or that have ideas I was thinking of and I'm suddenly paranoid that I'm ripping off somebody else's character...
I absolutely get the struggle of deciding things like species, there's so many cool animals to use and I freaking struggled deciding on ones for mine. The Knuckles one is probably one of the most complete actually, but unfortunately I cannot show you her or any others because I'm not an artist. 😞 So I just rotate them all in my head until I think "Nice" and put it down on a digital notepad. I'm always interested to see others create their takes on them though! I'm certainly interested in all of yours!
I never considered Team Dark, apart from my Sol Shadow, who's definitely the least thought out. There's so many other cool ones out there, so I never really bothered. The few I have, if you're curious, are supposed to be Knuckles and Amy, to round out Blaze and Marine's Classic Quartet basically. And also a different Sol Eggman, because Blaze's nemesis being Eggman in G-major feels like a kick in the face to both Blaze and the actual Eggman 😒. (I also have a Sol Big but she's technically a joke character. She's also really small. I gave her a dinosaur though, as all women deserve.)
Anyway, basically just wanted to let you know that Rime is cool and I'm going to be thinking about that reply for the foreseeable future. Have a good week!
SORRYY I LEFT THIS SO LONG stuff kept happening and then I got ill and then more stuff happened 😩
But! Yeah!! I think it's cool seeing other people's ideas for stuff like this, like I know for sure there are other versions of Sol Shadow out there that are ice powered cats like Rime!! I don't rlly think it's the end of the world if people independently come up with the same ideas as long as you don't purposefully copy anyone.
God you're so right about there being so many cool animals to choose from... Sol Rouge was easy for me but everyone else is being a pain skfjfhdgd. Eventually I'll figure them out though. (One day I promise...) Also! It seems like you have the descriptions of characters down even if you can't draw them, so you could always commission someone!!
I love the idea of Sol Amy too, I personally have 0 ideas for them so might not design my own version tbh. But having a Sol Classic 4 is super cute! You could have a lot of fun with their designs too, the way classic Amy looks pretty different from modern Amy. Sol Eggman too... I've just kinda retconned Nega and made him actually be from the Sol dimension idc about canon LOL I haven't thought about it too much.
Also TINY SOL BIG??? I'm in love that's so cute and such a fun alt version. With a dinosaur too FUCK yes.
I really love how imaginative people are when it comes to the Sol dimension, actually giving it more characters and lore! If sega won't give it love then at least we will 😤
Thank you sm for enjoying Rime, and once again sorry this took so long for me to answer 🥲🩵 I hope you have a nice week too!!!
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Imagine if reader is the imposter and goes yandere over a crewmate, how would they court their future mate?(this is a request)
An Among Us request on the year of our Lord, 2022?
I'm actually pretty happy you did request this cause I was worried I would never use this scenario again 😭
Like I'm not exactly the most proud of it but at the same time like- I like it 👉👈
It's kinda short, summarized af and based mostly on my other posts about Among Us (like, completely non game cannon I presume 💀)
TW/Tags: Yandere! Reader // Alien!Imposter! Reader // vague mentions of cannibalism// mentions of gore // traumatized oc // Reader has a questionable (by human standards) upbringing and culture // mentions of children/mating and also probably mentions of nsfw (not much tho, just mentions of it) // chopped off/ severed head // I had so many other things to write about but this sparked something in me that I can't even begin to describe 🗿
🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭
This game isn't so bad after you look at it outside of the meme filter, at least that's my opinion [Crewmate! Oc x Yandere!Imposter! Reader - Headcanon]:
🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭
In the previous posts we've discussed how Imposters can either be human or alien, and can be of varying alien species so I'll leave it up to you what's your flavor of little space freak~
Though your request says "mate" so I'm assuming we're talking about an alien Reader, so let's talk about that for a second-
Are you an alien form that lives on consuming life forms that drift aimlessly in space, lost travelers being your favorite meal? Or maybe you were a lonely bandit operating on their own (for personal reasons) and decided that the one-by-one elimination method would be the best one for being able to take this alien ship for yourself! Or maybe you were sent here as an assassin, as the small ship of "humans" was wandering too close to your contractor's ship, despite the unidentified ship posing no actual threat your contractor still gave clear instructions to wipe out any possible danger that may come their way.
Whatever your role is I think you would be quite surprised to find something more to these people than annoying relationships forced by the circumstances or sentient food you have to "butter up" before getting to the good part.
Oh no dearest, you would find yourself being captivated by one of your captives! It is pretty unfortunate to be a "predator" longing for a "prey", to be enamored with one of the people you swore to kill!
But life is cruel, isn't it? What will you do, what would you do!
Whatever your reasons and goals for being here may be, your species have a sort of a- ""Ritualistic expression of desire and an instinct-based comprehension of mating urges that are currently over taking your priorities in relation to your situation inside this alien ship"'.
In other words you're horny and your instincts are clouding your better judgment, especially since your mating rituals may not be compatible with human mating rituals- And we didn't even mention the amount of suspicion that this ordeal has brought upon you!
You have tried flirting before, you understand the concept, sure- But ""human flirting"" is a lot tougher than your specie's idea of flirting! Who would have thought that humans didn't like the severed heads of those who failed to court them outside their door!
Thank the stars none of the humans found out it was you who did it, and thank FUCK that in the heat of the moment you didn't say it was YOU! When the head was found the first thing they did was call an emergency meeting to discuss it and you felt terrified because not only could your disguise be completely ripped apart you were a bit embarrassed at the love confession being now brought into everyone's attention-
On your planet, this sort of thing is considered normal although really juvenile, it would be the equivalent of high school students writing and exchanging letters to one another- And then having one of these letters be read to everyone else out loud!
Yeah it's a bit "cheesy", but come on, that head was a private message! Ugh, DAMNIT-
Damn these people are starting to piss you off, at least they eliminated one of their own people instead of you, and thankfully it wasn't your-
Y-Your crewmate! Your totally platonic crewmate!! Which you're totally NOT obsessing over despite trying very desperately to court them in any way, even going as far as trying to learn human tactics when it comes to courting and mating.
And failing, miserably, of course. So horribly in fact that even your other "fellow humans' ' have started to comment on it, calling you out in every attempt you give to be close to your darling.
"- I don't really get what you're talking about, [Y/n], but like if you like them just go for it like, gawd, it's so obvious and honestly who cares- We're all stuck here anyway so let's enjoy our time, right?~"
"- Yeah no, I won't be giving you their "phone number" because you should ask THEM for it, not me. Also we're in the same spaceship…? You see them everyday, what the hell [Y/n]-"
"- I shouldn't have to talk about it considering it's not exactly the company's policy and more of a common sense rule amongst co-workers. Though it's understandable that our current situation may lead some to… Act out on "instinct", please keep in mind that seeking romantic relationships with coworkers during work hours is very frowned upon and heavily discouraged and although technically it's not officially an police (yet), me (and others, probably) would be more comfortable if you didn't-" [Really long one-sided rant-conversation about your recent behavior towards one of your coworkers]
It can be pretty discouraging to hear that even another species can see your blatant fascination towards that one specific individual, it almost seems foolish to keep going after them like this! If only you two were from the same planet, at least you two would have an easier time communicating.
Oh stars, what's with you lately?! Taking people's heads and giving you someone you barely know? Who is also from a COMPLETELY different species than you?? Damn, you're kinda embarrassed at yourself for that one, but you just couldn't help it~
You tried focusing on the task at hand SO many times yet every single time you tried to be a cruel, cold hunter there they were again! Being all- 𐌂𐌵𐌕𐌄 like that!
You wish they could just stop being so distracting but you're not a fool, you know that technically they didn't do anything, you're probably suffering from one of those human crushes you have heard about. It's just psychological torture, you'll get over it.
You just have to keep ignoring them and keep making the numbers of this ship go down, more and more- I mean, you WILL have to kill them, right?!
It- It's not like this would ever work out anyway, you're too different and besides you're on a mission of your own, they're nothing but fresh flesh to you.
Maybe if you keep your distance, act more bitter and cold, they'll just- Just-
Just leave you alone, f-forever. I mean you can't kill them now! You're too attached to them, you just have to get tired of them and soon enough everything will be okay! You just have to kill everyone else to really revive that hunter mindset you have pushed down so aggressively.
But then again… Sounds so convenient, to leave them as the last survivor…
"- [Y/n], come on let's go-"
"- Hey can you help me out, [Y/n]?"
"- I'm feeling like we're not safe here…"
"- Can you hold that flashlight for me? I can see a thing in this darkness!"
"- Pfft- You're just so weird!- Hey don't be sad, I didn't mean it like that, I genuinely think you're funny!"
"- … Can I be honest with you? I need to get something out of my chest…"
"- I've been having nightmares about- That THING I saw that day… It was awful and I can't get the image out of my head!"
"- Y-Yellow didn't deserve that- No one would ever deserve that! None of the others deserved that!"
"- Just the head… Just the head…"
Yeah … You thought you could easily ignore them and push the thoughts of them further into your mind but deep down you just couldn't resist it, it's too tempting. The sweet memories and good times you've spent together, even if they were really short, were still the best thing you could ever wish for.
Ya know it's a little fucked that you haven't been able to treat them like any other victim, specially when you're part of the reason they're so terrified of being lost in space in the first place- But you don't feel bad about it at all, nothing will stop you from your goals, even if that means terrifying your darling with each friend and colleague deaths that they have to witness.
But isn't it more messed up that you're enjoying this a little too much? I mean, clearly you can't look at them with platonic eyes anymore, heck you can't even imagine seeing them as just prey at this point! So really, maybe these killings haven't lost their meaning, but have completely changed directions to when you started at.
You can't deny dear, you lost control of those feelings and have taken advantage of your previous goals to make this all about them! All these deaths, are for them, in their name and in the name of their 𐌋Ꝋᕓ𐌄!
All because you wish to mate with them, to mate with the human who is desperately clinging at any survivors left just to feel a tiny bit safer, and you seem to be willing to provide that-
Or are you? Are you the sadistic type? Do you enjoy the fact that their human naivety blinds them to the gruesome feelings you feel for them? That although they cling to you for comfort you're still very much aware you're the monster they wish to hide from? Are you impatiently expecting the right time to tell them the truth just to see the horror in their eyes??
Or perhaps I'm assuming that the grotesque way your species is raised has influenced your morals to the point you wouldn't recognize the clear implications of YOU killing THEIR friends, making them a possible next target- Which would leave any creature understandably not trusting you, perhaps even your own kind!
So what dear, would you choose to make things right by their human standards? Try to soothe their worries and hold them close as you unceremoniously claim them as your mate? As you try to comfort the person you have severely traumatized? Maybe you don't really enjoy your own predatory nature, especially when being put together with your darling's fearful and avoidant state, maybe instead of trying to bring them to your culture you could try being closer to theirs.
Then again, the choice is up to you, the silence echoes through the whole ship, there's nothing but ghostly remains of what was once a group of space travelers who got stranded deep into space with limited communication to their home planet. You won, you got the prize.
As the second last innocent person has been voted off and thrown into space, desperately trying to prove their innocence while also cursing out both you and your darling for being either partners in crime, or for being puppeteered by one sick individual, you can see a lot of guilt in your darling's eyes.
That guilt being slowly transformed into a slight realization of something terrific- What if they really WERE voting the wrong person? But at this time, the only other option would be- You! But that couldn't be possible, right?!
Oh dear, it's not like the truth would have never come out! To think this wouldn't have happened would be foolish.
As they're shaking, crying their eyeballs out as they keep running away from you in the empty labyrinth that you created. You can choose whatever pleases you more now, however your pleasure will soon be cut short if you don't make a decision as to what your next step will be moving forward.
If you had anyone waiting for you to come back, like an assassin's contractor, a planet with friends happily awaiting your arrival (hopefully with some leftovers), or maybe some sort of space police searching for their lonely bandit- How would you bring back this human with you? Would you just ditch all of your responsibilities and ignore all dangers for them? What if you felt hungry again? The food is now scarce…
And what about mating!? Oh dear, you'll need to search for food for you, your new partner and the future children you'll have, correct?? Oh my- Just thinking about it makes you a bit nervous, it's good to think ahead but perhaps you're overcomplicating things, try focusing on the now, and the now requires you to make amends with your new partner.
#choco stuff#yandere#yandere reader#yandere reader x oc#yandere self insert#yandere among us#still can't get over how this sparked a RAW need to write on me wfhhwfsfh#not dissing your request btw boo sorry I just can't believe it hwthwrfhw#I have a lot of other stuff I need to write about and this one was just too powerful lol#it's been a while since I've written anything so I'm sorry if this is super corny#or worse 💀#yandere headcanon#yandere reader headcanon#special delivery request#special delivery headcanons
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The WIP game looks fun, the Oc x Rikkick isekai fic looks fun, but I'm also really interested by Alice in Atlantis.
I'll take any opportunity to talk about my wips bc lord knows I'm far from posting them 🥲
The oc x riddick isekai is suchhh a fun fic and probably my saddest? bittersweet, I'll say. but I love it sooo much. Very general summary-Ares is a regular person living in a regular world, until one night they wake up from a very vivid dream with marks that match how they died in their dream. Also, that dream world is a movie they are obsessed with called Pitch Black.
Alice in Atlantis is my SGA long fic, and actually the second fic since I've started writing fic again (around 2022?). Alice is a human scientist who's been with the Atlantis expedition since the beginning. When an alliance between Atlantis and Todd the Wraith forms, she's the scientist tasked with working with Todd to find a gene therapy that'll allow Wraith to eat regular food. This is that story. (and its a ship fic between Todd and Alice, if that wasn't clear lol)
oc x Riddick isekai:
“I don’t blame you.” I broke the silence of us sitting on the ridge overlooking the desolate camp.
“What’s that now?” Riddick scraped off that black goo he used to shave his head into a bucket.
A beat passed between us as I stared out at the multiple suns in the sky. “I’ve spent a long time thinking about why you’ll do what you do.” He glanced my way. “It never made sense to me, especially with how much you stick up for Jack. I don’t think I could even imagine thinking how you do. I don’t think I’m supposed to.” He scraped another line of goo from his scalp. “It’ll happen again.”
From my peripheral vision I saw Riddick lift his head to look at me. He didn't need to ask what I was talking about. I kept looking forward.
“Considering what’s coming, I’m not sure if I’ll come back.”
“What’s coming?” He asked, voice steady and serious. Everyone else thought me insane or cursed, but Riddick listened. Didn’t mean he always believed me, but he was smart enough to listen.
“A blood bath.” I answered, finally meeting my own eyes via the reflection of Riddick’s goggles. “You’ll run.”
His head tilted back. “I don’t run.”
“You’ll want to.” A sigh slipped from me. “But that’s what I wanna talk about–I want you to know, no matter what happens to me, I don’t blame you because I know you’ll do the right thing when it matters.”
He sat, taking everything in perhaps. “That’ll be the first time you’ve been wrong, little girl.”
Alice in Atlantis:
"Ugh, you should have seen me, Teyla. I was a disaster in the lab."
"I'm sure it was not as bad as you think it, Alice."
Ronon’s eyes flickered with curiosity. A sly grin grew as he asked, "What happened?"
The doctor pulled back the lid on her fruit cup and in one swift movement knocked back the contents of the plastic cup as if it were a shot. A habit from childhood.
After wiping off the stray juice on her lips, Dr. Tucker answered. "I was focused, in the zone. Completely forgot where I was and who I was with. After I ran the simulation the whole program flashed errors at me and I swore at the computer."
"I've heard Rodney threaten to rip apart a computer's mother before." The muscular man bit into his apple.
Teyla gestured towards the full bottle of water on Alice's plate.
"That's not all." Dr. Tucker grabbed the bottle, following Teyla's urging. After taking a long gulp she continued. "I guess Todd was curious. Hell, I'd be too. It was the first words I'd spoken since we started."
Ronon sat up and rested his elbows on the table. He crossed his arms and tilted his head while listening. Teyla finished off the last of her mashed potatoes as Alice continued.
"He came over to check my work, only I didn't notice. So next thing I know, a Wraith is leaning over my shoulder and pointing out my mistake." Between words Dr. Tucker forgot about her lack of appetite and started shoveling down her meal. "I nearly fell off my stool and then couldn't say a word without shaking. It was pathetic."
Ronon chuckled quietly and Teyla threw a glare at him. "Alice, you have never encountered the Wraith in person before. It is sensible to react fearfully."
"Sensible, but not strong."
"So get stronger." Ronon lifted a hand the doctor's way. After a blank expression from her, the Satedan continued. "I've been giving Dr. Keller lessons. You could join us."
#these two fics are like#really special to me#I care about all my fics obviously#but like these two are high up#idk how to explain it#they are my babies so I gave very long snips lol#in the sga one teyla is making sure alice eats lol#alice is bad at eating when she's stressed lol#also the riddick one is such a tender moment I wanna expand on#its not fully editied but I just love it so mucchhh#ask game#sga#riddick#wip game
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Nimona OC - Charlotte Swiftheart/Corova
Alright, I'd say this is the last drabble for this section but I think I'd be lying if I said that. Not sure though. Anyway.
First, Previous, Next
She doesn't want him to go. He's incredibly injured and a wanted man. She doesn't want him to be on his own with that. But it isn't her decision to make. When she'd woken him up just as dawn was cracking the sky, like she promised, she'd tried to convince him to let her help him. But he'd said no. He didn't want to put her, the KB, or any of the people in her sanctuary in danger. He'd find a way to manage on his own. It doesn't sit well with her at all.
They find themselves at the back, far more hidden exit. She passes the bag over to him, watching him sling it over his good shoulder.
"That should have enough supplies and pain medication to get you through, but you can come back if you need anything," she says, keeping her voice down so as not to wake anyone. Ballister nods, adjusting the pauldron on his right shoulder. It looks so strange there, with no arm emerging from beneath it. They both look at the empty space for a moment, and Charlotte's stomach twists. "You should stay with us, Bal. I can protect you." He looks up to meet her gaze.
"They'll be looking for me, Char. And if we have to worry about Ambrosius..." He trails off, but she understands his meaning and looks away.
"He'll look here first," she finishes, hands balling into fists. From the corner of her eye, she sees him nod, and there's sadness on his face. Hurt, and not just the physical kind. She looks back up at him, tears welling in her eyes. "I'm so sorry." He shakes his head and steps toward her, his hand finding her cheek.
"This wasn't your fault, Charlotte."
"But if I'd said no back then, if I'd stayed a cadet, then maybe I-"
"Hey," he says gently, "don't do that to yourself. If you think of six years worth of what-ifs, you'll go crazy. This isn't on you, Char." She lifts a hand to rest it on the one on her cheek, leaning into his palm.
"What are you going to do? Where are you going to go?" she asks, still worried for him. He purses his lips and looks away, which tells her enough. She thinks for a moment, then pulls his hand away from her face and takes it in both of hers. "Do you remember that old tower in the woods? The one I showed you when we were kids?" He looks up at her for a moment, then looks away and furrows his eyebrows in thought.
"The one that you said you'd convinced the other kids a witch lived in, but it was actually just your hideout?" he asks, gaze darting back to her. She nods.
"Do you remember how to get to it?" He takes a few moments to think again, then slowly nods.
"I think so. But didn't you show that place to Ambrosius too?" he asks. She shakes her head.
"Just you. I didn't think Ambrosius would care for it. I probably would've taken him if I'd stayed at the Institute for longer, but..." He gives her a wry smile.
"Guess it didn't work out very well for either of us," he says, but she can see the grief in his eyes. Ambrosius, the Queen. He lost them both at once. He was given a shining moment of acceptance from the kingdom, only to have it ripped away in the next moment. It's not fair. She tugs on his hand and pulls him into a hug. He sinks into it, and she instinctively curls herself protectively around him. She'd do anything to fix it all. He deserves so much better than this.
"I'll come check on you once it's safe, okay? You don't have to do this alone," she whispers. He nods, fist curled tightly into the back of her shirt. "I'm not going to lose you again, Bal." He doesn't speak, and she goes quiet for a while. She's not sure how long they stand there holding onto each other, but eventually, they both pull away. Ballister takes her hand and gives it a soft squeeze.
"You saved my life. Thank you, Char," he says. She squeezes his hand in return, smiling slightly.
"You never have to thank me for that. I did it because I care about you," she says. He smiles a bit too.
"Thank you anyway," he says. Slowly, he releases her hand and steps back, turning toward the door. But he pauses again and looks back. "I love you, Charlotte." Her heart clenches, and she's struck by the fear of never seeing him again. What if something happens while he's out there? What if something happens and his wound opens again? What if he's captured, executed? She blinks back tears and pushes the horrible thoughts away.
"I love you too, Ballister." He looks back at her for a moment longer, then turns. She watches him walk away and prays that she sees him again.
Lovely tagged people:
@ammonitetheseaserpent @perfectkittystranger
#nimona#nimona oc#nimona 2023#nimona movie#nimona film#original character#ballister boldheart#oc: charlotte swiftheart/corova
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Hi there!! :D fear, secret and wound for the ask meme for Lazarus + another OC who you want to talk about? :D
My scrungy boy!!! I'll also answer some for Fion, another scrungy boy currently in my head lol~
fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?
Lazarus: His greatest fear is being weak and powerless- feeling small and ineffectual (Like when Strahd forced him to turn into a newborn kitten, or when he couldn't hurt Kindness at all, even when he knew he landed a blow). It freaks him the F-CK out when it happens but his base instinct is always survival, so he'll bend to whatever force seems to be on top. (It's very fun when the loud, abrasive, and aggressive guy goes still and quiet~ but laying low and NOT fighting back when the odds are garbage have gotten him a lot farther than insulting someone much stronger to their face)
....And on that note it's not THAT hard to see when he's afraid- he's a terrible liar and you can definitely see the deference in his posture.
Fion: His biggest fear is rejection!
Fion wants to please and be accepted sooooo so bad and he definitely ends up fawning when faced with people who are mad at him. He'll test the waters a little, but if he gets pushback, he'll retreat and agree and probably walk on eggshells around that person for a while. He doesn't openly talk about it, but it's behavioral so it's not impossible to pick up on.
secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?
Lazarus: Ohhhhhh he does NOT want people to find out the extent of what Strahd did to him before leaving him out for the party to find. It wasn't even anything physical, but he's still got the looming threat to the orphanage if anyone gets it out of him. (I'll say a lil more under a readmore so that it doesn't cut off the next one but people in the game don't read it if they're not butts)
Fion: HMMM well his biggest current secret that he'd die if people found out about is very topical to where they are right now story-wise....
Some of the group have found out he uses taboo magics, but no one knows he's a bit of a serial killer. Not that he'd phrase it like that- he goes after people who've been cruel to changelings and other species that are looked down on, and got.... maybe a little idea that the church and wizards might fall under fair game now too...
wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?
Lazarus: He usually grits his teeth and deals with it- Laz is kinda just an overgrown feral cat, if a cat could turn into vermin or a red wolf lmao~
He'll usually sulk a little, maybe b-tch about it if the party is in a dungeon and he wants to bite somebody but they haven't fought anything alive in a while, but he tends to try and hide emotional or mental wounds and just not talk about them at all ever. (Which has just resulted in Laz being VERY emotionally stunted and bad at verbalizing things)
Worst physical wound was probably when he tried to grab a little statuette for our party wizard, and whoops! Uh oh! Turns out evil and/or undead things can't touch it and it nuked him with radiant damage that ALMOST killed him on the spot, but it was just shy of twice his HP total, so he was only knocked out and fried his left arm to a crisp.
The mental/emotional wounds really take the cake, though- the three days he spent arrested and chained up in that too-bright room with Kindness coming in just to repeatedly near-crush his windpipe and rip his fear of her wide open again, FOLLOWED by the humiliation of the carriage ride with her to Castle Ravenloft while she just raked what remained of his self worth over the coals was definitely a doozie. He REALLY hasn't recovered from that one yet but he also haven't tALKED about it to anyone because he's a prideful piece of sh-t who can't articulate his feelings.
Fion: His magical training really just put him through the wringer,,,, His mentor believed in "show don't tell" so he has first hand experience with all the spells he knows, like having maggots summoned in his stomach to eat their way out, or having his autonomy taken away.
He's pretty accustomed to taking blow after blow, and usually takes them without complaint.
His worst wound was probably when he was attacked while selling healing salves. Someone tried to rob him and ended up cutting him up. He lost his left eye in the attack and the shock of it nearly killed him, but he managed to stabilize himself after getting away.
So Laz's secret.....
He's a high enough leveled monk by 5e standards to be able to use "Stillness of Mind" and shake charms and such, and Strahd has underestimated him a few times before after dismissing him as a spawn. BUT Strahd found out Lazarus ISN'T a spawn, and is actually a full vampire in his own right, but he's a weird type that feeds on OTHER vampires and.... Strahd wants that under his thumb.
So after Laz got arrested (Long story of shenanigans but he f-cked up and his prey drive kicked in on a guard while reps from all three towns AND an entourage from Ravenloft were in town) and mentally beat to all sh-t by Kindness, Strahd showed up and offered him a "deal".
Lazarus could accept the charm Strahd was going to place on him. Or, he could try to resist it (historically something Laz has NEVER done successfully) and Strahd would go burn the Valaki orphanage to the ground and kill everyone here.
That's Dissy's orphanage.
That's where HE 'grew' up.
So obviously he accepted the charm and now Strahd has a sleeper agent in the party. He STILL DOES.
Lazarus cannot attack any sentient creature FIRST- they must attack him first. If no one has, he has to simply defend himself, but he's gotten to a point where he can assist others or use things like the "Cause Fear" effect on his mace.
He can't let anyone try to help get rid of the charm or try to remove it himself.
He also is forbidden from SPEAKING about the charm- he can't tell anyone why he can't attack or what Strahd did, and he can't tell them what might happen if he or someone else tries to remove the charm. (What might happen is Strahd burning the orphanage)
...And last but oh so certainly not least: He MUST obey if Strahd gives him a command with the trigger "would you kindly". (He hasn't tested if someone ELSE who isn't Strahd can also force him to do things with that phrase, but it's bad enough that Strahd can, and it isn't like Charm Person where it feels like they're your friend. Laz KNOWS what's happening but he can't do anything to stop himself from obeying and that, quite frankly, is the worst part for him)
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Whump Challenge
I got tagged by @sasuga-whump to do this great challenge! Ill put it under a readmore bc it's quite long but i had a blast (◡‿◡)
I'll tag @deepwoundsandfadedscars @thatsgonnaleaveamark @set-phasers-to-whump @crash-bump-bring-the-whump @whumpapalooza @whump-side @justwhumpythings @radioactiveartz and anyone who sees this on desktop rather than mobile
1. Favorite whump trope(s)?
I do love anything to do with knives - stabbing, carving, knives to throats, etc. Impaling is up there too, and fractures of all kinds.
2. Least favorite whump trope(s)?
I'm not into dehumanisation in any way, or humiliation, they're squicks in fact. Anything with conditioning is also very much not for me.
3. Top 3 whump scenes and why?
Ohhhhhh good question. Recent faves are:
A scene in Resident Evil: Village where the protagonist is strung up from the ceiling by hooks stabbed through his hands. He then has to free himself by ripping the hooks out, making the wounds worse. Not much in way of consequences because of the game's slasher-horror conventions but very good still
Hard to describe without spoilers lol but in a book i just read, there is a character who's a clairvoyant and can remember things before they happen. When another character wants to hit them with a glass bottle, they experience the pain even though the hit never actually lands - the intention is enough to hurt them. It later gets used to torture them, too. It's very unique and very fun (◡‿◡)
There's a whole sequence in the webcomic Shiloh where a character loses a fight to a mantis-like monster, ends up severely injured and thrown off a cliff into a river. His colleagues find him half-dead and rush him to a hospital.
4. Top 3 characters to whump and why?
I whump my OCs 95% of the time so i don't have many fandom faves lol. I have been enjoying some horror protagonists though - Ethan Winters from Resident Evil and Murphy Pendleton from Silent Hill: Downpour both are very hurtable and get roughed up nicely in their stories.
5. Favorite fandom for whump (show, series, etc)?
Again im not much of a fandom whumper but it's usually whatever im into at the moment - recently Silent Hill
6. Do you prefer written or watchable whump?
Oooh that's hard, i think i lean every so slightly towards watchable. They both have their wonderful parts (◡‿◡)
7. Do you also like hurt/comfort?
Yes! I always prefer the hurt lol but im also very into some good comfort
8. What do you think the difference between hurt/comfort and whump is?
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ To me, whump means "the hurt part of hurt/comfort" but tbh the terms are pretty interchangeable to me. H/c is a more well-known term so i find that it tends to end up being used towards more fics, even ones that only feature it briefly.
9. How would you explain whump to someone who’s not familiar with it?
Depending on how familiar with fandom terms they are, i suppose. Either "the hurt in hurt/comfort", or "like angst, but often about the physical side", or "stories where the point is for the characters to get injured". Probably add something about exploration of vulnerability, in case they want a deeper explanation.
10. Is there any old whump you particularly enjoy? (say, pre 2000?)
Hmmmmm im sure there are some Star Wars books ive read that are from the 90s and have some good whump but i genuinely don't remember lol
11. Why do you think you like whump?
Now that's the big question, isn't it lol. There's definitely catharsis there - seeing characters allowed to express their suffering and then having it validated and soothed. It's an outlet for emotion, too, especially anger which i struggle with and can channel in a safe and controlled way onto Fictional Character Stabbings lol. I also just like the aesthetics of the kind of exaggerated violence that whump tends to feature, there's a darkly melodramatic thrill to it that im really drawn to.
12. When did you realize you liked whump?
Literally as early as i remember lol. I was under 6 wishing characters in cartoons would be put into peril, i was always into it
13. Favorite posts with whump (gifsets, picspams, etc)
I do love gifsete with my whole heart, im so constantly in awe of the amazing gifmakers we have in this community bc they let us experience the best of whump from all over the world. I also like prompt posts, @injuryprompts never fails to get my creative gears turning
14. Are you “out” to people in real life?
Absolutely Not lmao and for a bunch of reasons. Mostly because whump is something quite personal to me and wouldn't want it to be misunderstood but at the same time i don't think i could properly explain it. I also don't want people to think it's a sexual thing - which again is something commonly understood in the community but probably not so much outside of it.
15. How did you find the whump community?
I was on one of my periodic searching-for-hurt/comfort-fics sprees when i was reminded of the term by the tags - i've been aware of it as a fandom thing but always forgot about it. Then i had the idea of searching it on tumblr and then it all began lol. I was so stunned to see a whole section of the website so dedicated to it and i can't believe how long i've managed without it (◡‿◡)
16. Any unusual mediums you like for whump (plays, music, vlogs, etc)?
Hmmmmm i very much like video game whump - both actual scenes and just the natural way a character gets beat up throughout the gameplay. An unusal niche of it is, i would say, point-and-click puzzle games. It feels weird because they never have an actual protagonist lol but the plot always involves being trapped, or captive, or escaping, and that just always gets my whump imagination going lol. I like imagining a character for them, scared and injured, struggling to puzzle out their freedom.
17. Any meta about whump you’ve been dying to share?
It's mostly just an observation but im utterly fascinated by the fact that so many people are into whump from very early in life. There was a poll about it going around recently and the most picked answer was "6 and younger" and it just. blows my mind. What a strangely specific thing to be born with. I would love to study this in some way but i wouldn't even know where to start.
18. Whump fic(s) you’d love to see?
There are a bunch of writers here whose fics i would love to see continued but i'm nervous to tag them bc i don't wanna pressure them lol. In general im also always on a lookout for strong platonic friendships in stories and creative magical whump, especially with a horror twist.
19. Whump you’re looking forward to? (Maybe something teased or something you haven’t seen yet?)
I've been reading Witch Hat Atelier and recently there have been theories that some visual symbolism is foreshadowing my favourite character getting hurt in an upcoming fight. I don't want to get my hopes up too much cause it's all guesswork lol but i would very much like that (◡‿◡) Similar thing with Wilde Life, a webcomic, in which the protagonist is currently held at gunpoint - in that story, however, not much injury happens at all lol so again not holding my breath.
20. Top 3 favorite whump fics?
Hhhhhh just three???? i need some kind of bookmark system for real because i can't remember half of the stuff i read lol so these aren't my Top top 3, just things i really like
In The Woods Somewhere by @knivestothroats has to be on here because it's honestly the pinnacle of my writing goals - the flow and pacing are impeccable, it escalates the stakes so smoothly that i put it down, and it's just such a brilliant self-contained story with characters that stick with you and some scenes that i still think about, years since i've read it.
@whumpapalooza 's Space Interns also have a very warm place in my heart bc i just love the characters so much and it's not often that i want whump for Every Single Member Of The Cast but here we are
and most recently i've loved this BHTB fill by @crash-bump-bring-the-whump and its lovely prose and the ability to get me hooked on brand new characters in a single work
21. Tropes you think are overdone?
Conditioned/"broken" whumpees, to me it always seems like the same few tropes and phrases cycled around in new costumes. But i will admit that i also just dislike the trope all in all lol so im not being entirely objective here. Creepy whumpers also usually come off as cheesy, i think, because they always use the same set of kinda stereotypical and, well, overused lines. It seems like it's a go-to "default" whumper for prompts/short fics but imo it's actually very difficult to do well. Just my opinion tho
22. Tropes you think we could use more of?
Hmmmmmmmmm it would be cool to see some cool horror/magic themed whump, with strange creatures and eldritch threats. I'm also always in the market for more unique character dynamics, they can keep even the most basic of tropes fresh.
23. Favorite sites/archives for consuming whump? (question by @dammittmarie )
Honestly just tumblr lol. And ao3 sometimes if i want fanfics since it's very easy to find things there
24. Have your whump preferences changed recently? If so, why? (question by @fyeahvulnerablemen)
I've been leaning more towards horror recently as i get more into the genre! But within it im still into the same kind of whumpees i believe lol even though they're getting less gunfights and more possessions
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so hi! if ur seeing this that means my queue is actually officially empty and this is the last thing that's gonna post. i am ditching tumblr so fast because simply put i do not enjoy using it anymore and it actually like actively makes me mad being on here nowadays, and i decided i'd rather just like. use my time to do literally anything else lol
i know i have that other post up but i'm turning notifications off for tumblr bc i'm sick of getting daily (and multiple throughout the day as well) notifications of bots following me ^_^ so i will just put my discord here now since i won't actually see any messages: my venus wenus of course#6436 (i never updated my username and as of me writing this that still works so TEEHEE) feel free to add me on there :^)
as for other places i've ended up using twitter a bit more of all things? it will never be x to me sorry. still not on there a lot but i'm there more than i am here so lol i'm petalblast over there. i probably won't ever post art there tho so my instagram risa.onda would be a good place to keep up with that instead (of course it's entirely at the mercy of. me making art, i'm working on getting back into the groove)
THAT SAID...i thought abt it and my story/oc sideblog here (url of @petalblast as Well) i'll probably still use to post story/oc specific stuff for the sake of keeping it all in a place together but again, that's at the mercy of me making any of that. i'd prefer to be on here as little as possible at this point so whenever it does come up i'll most likely just drop a post and then dip out again. but i definitely do want to go back to working on that so who knows, maybe i'll hit a burst of inspiration and have a lot to post in the future
this blog will still be up of course but it just probably won't post anything from this point on. rip to a legend, absolute ride and i love u all hope to keep in touch, hopefully everything everywhere gets better at some point or at least stops absolutely barrelling down the hill at the speed of light bc i know i'm not the only one so so tired LOL. sorry this was so much more text than i expected to write anyway byeeeeeee <3
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WIP Asks!
2, 6, 8, 9, 16, and 18 please!
they're such fun questions, it's hard to choose :)
2 - What part of your OCs creation and writing are you most proud of?
The fact that Emily is effectively one OC for two fandoms and, despite the reasons for that being absolutely hogwild, she works effectively in both worlds.
6 - Have any of your OCs had name changes? If so, why?
As far as I know, no. I've considered changing one or two names, but they're much older OCs and I'm in too deep for that to happen just now.
8 - Which of your OCs is the most fun to write?
Emily, 100%. Again, for the aforementioned flexibility between two universes that allows for double the story opportunities. Also I wrote her so she's just unapologetically, frankly, the worst and there's a sense of catharsis that comes out of that. Her character leaves me with so much to mess around with.
9 - Which of your OCs need a break from all you've put them through?
...to be honest, all of them. Olivia's had to deal with those she loves being ripped away from her time and time again, Emily has almost 40 years of pure, unfiltered trauma and has barely known a healthy state of being, and Keira's life was a straight downward spiral. For the sake of argument, though, I'll say Keira. I never ended up finishing her story, but I know how it ends and her need for vengeance ends up getting her killed after five years of demons and hauntings. At least Olivia gets happy endings and Emily's so-called Second Life (to use SMeyer's terminology) gives her everything she lacked in life prior. Keira gets no happy ending, in the way I left her story off or in how I know it ends.
16 - Do you have a favorite OC?
Again, it's gotta be Emily. She's my newest OC, but I think she's the most well-rounded character. Olivia was my first big one and at times I understand she seems the part, a bit too OP and her character flaws seem clunky. Keira was a self insert of the life I idealized for myself that even a year later I've changed my mind on (and I kinda regret making her seem so close to me, appearance-wise especially). Emily, as I said, is just unapologetically awful, yet her character feels the most believeable. She's a product of circumstance, she's selfish, she's damaged, she's someone who needs love and can only get so much of it. Her Second Life, as I said, gives her some of those things and she does grow as a person as a result (or, will. I can't get into spoilers for Diplopia's sequel, but she does get her fair share of development). Plus she's objectively got the coolest design.
18 - Do your OCs have any scars?
Well, Emily obviously, it's one of her most defining physical characteristics. Just this raw web of scars on her face and arm after Upside Down damages (and the fact that she's not worse off is also a silent physical testiment to Henry's protectiveness of her since he took most of the hits when they were banished). Other than that, Olivia probably has various small battle scars (if you read that in Jasper's voice, me too) and Keira likely has a few on her hands from shattered beakers or chemical spills.
#fishgills ask box#ask game#oc ask game#fishgills ocs#ocs#original characters#stranger things original character#avengers original character#spider-man original character#my inbox is open
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Kinda curious if you have any of your own headcanons of my ocs (i.e. Lucky, C4NIN3 and Boris lol) 🤔
😳 *My* headcanons for your characters? Oooo...I feel like this is a power I shouldn't have at my disposal... XD
This is less my "actual headcanons" and more of my "vague assumptions based on what I know of the characters"
Also it's mostly just Lucky because d a m n XD
I think Lucky dresses in a lot of very feminine clothing (I guess the correct term is or was cross-dressing, but I'm not sure if people still use that term XD) particularly around the house, just because he feels pretty in it. (Truly though, can you imagine how adorable and sexy he'd look in a lil' maid outfit)
He can probably pick up any game with relative ease. Take pool for example, he's probably never played before and sees people betting, and, being intelligent and a little materialistic (c'mon man he just is XD) he probably watches a couple turns and learns to pick it up almost instantly.
He probably also commits a lot of little unseen frauds, taking fractions of pennies from businesses that very quickly add up to a whole heck of a lot more than fractions of pennies. And that's the kind of thievery that's easier since he can do it remotely. Something to pad the wallet around the major steals.
Speaking of their income, I've been trying to figure out what they're really using all that money for, because if they're hitting up places regularly they're gonna be making a LOT, enough to be swimming in the stuff like a rich duck (if you get that reference, kudos). Aside from paying off their home, owning nice expensive furnishings and eating like kings, I know that C4NIN3's got an explensive-clothing-ripping fund (it's fine I'm sure Lucky has multiple versions of the same outfits so C4NIN3 can tear them off to his heart's content). And maybe a lot of the cash gets repurposed into their steals, paying for others to ensure their tracks are covered and keeping their identities pretty well shuffled up and impossible to trace.
I've been trying to figure out what their interior style is sorta like, and for some reason the one style that always keeps coming back to me is like, vintage cottagecore?? I don't even know why that, but like I think it would make their home very quaint and humble yet also incredibly valuable.
I feel like C4NIN3 maybe reads a lot. That's a thing some quiet people prefer lol
Speaking of C4NIN3 do you think that he races?? Again on the whole betting and winning thing I feel like it would be very easy for them to get into drag racing and kick ass. You got one man to be the brawn and one to be the brain, I don't think it would be hard to do at all, maybe as a side hobby XD
Okay okay I'll talk about someone else now I swear. I feel like Boris' love language is mostly to do with gifts of service? "Here I made you food" or "look I fixed this thing for you". Other love languages don't seem to strike as hard so I figure his way of showing affection is in being a useful asset to them?
I think he turns into a gremlin when sleep deprived. Avgustin pokes him and all he gets is a hiss XD
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—potions gone wrong—
☆ hogwarts au ☆
pairing: bsf!hyunjin x gn!reader | ft. jeongin and mentions of minho
supportive oc: angela, female
genre: sfw. comedic and chaotic, may be considered fluff by some people
wc: 2.4k
warnings: hints of jealousy, mentions of illegal (magical world wise) actions, potion-induced obsession
a/n: i'm pretty sure that in the harry potter series amortentia doesn't work the way i described here, but let's just ignore that shall we? ♡
summary: two boys decide to make a love potion to conquer the crush of one of them. unfortunately, something seems to have gone wrong and y/n needs to step in..
shout out to: ficscafe prompt dialogue event ♡
↳ "I'll give you 20 bucks if you kiss me."
↳ "I don't think that's legal, but we can work around it."
↳ "Shut up, this isn't a wattpad fanfic"
Completely imersed in the pile of books you gathered in the library in order to try and understand more about potions, you get startled when a boy throws himself into the chair next to you, a yellow stripped tie hitting your head in the process.
"I'll give you 20 bucks if you kiss me."
"What? No!", you give him a disgusted and confused look before digging your head into the old dusty pages again.
"Come on!! Angela keeps coming to me trying to snuggle and kiss me and-", as dramatic as he is, Hyunjin pretends he is going to be sick, exaggerating on the nasty sounds way too close to your ear.
"What? Why?", your bestfriend finally caught your full attention as you turn to face him, "Wait, Angela as in like, Angela your major crush perfect-Angela? Weren't you supposed to like, I don't know, enjoy the attention?" But then the face he makes, his cheeks turning shades of pink as his gaze drifts away from you and he sinks down in his chair in embarrassment, realization hits you, "No! No you did not! Are you like what, dumb?", you flick is head inducing a loud squeal to come out his mouth.
"It was Jeongin's idea!", his voice three pitches higher than before, "And I can't be that dumb if I managed to make that stupid love potion work. But that's beside the point, will you do it or not?"
"Do what? Kiss you? And how will that help you dimwit?", you went to flick his head again because, to be fair, he deserved it, but Hyunjin knew you too well and held your hand in time to stop you from hurting his pretty face, as he likes to state.
"To break the curse! Make her give up on me by making her think we're together or something!"
"What curse? There is no curse! And she isn't even thinking right now, she might just kill me out of jealousy!", at this point you're pratically yelling at each other and are forced to leave the library, resuming this odd conversation on your way to Ravenclaw's common room.
"I still can't believe you let yourself go with what Jeongin tells you. He's evil you know?"
"Should've guessed by the green scarf huh?", you slap his arm lightly, not very fond of the jokes made regarding the fact your other best friend is a Slytherin.
"So, how do I solve this?", he basically pleas at you as you sit down on the desk next to the fireplace, as far away as possible from your housemates. Every two in three students has made, or attempted to make, some sort of potion or spell to have something in their advantage. However, amortentia wasn't just "some potion", and if some were to find out that Hwang - head in space - Hyunjin succeded at his attempt they would never leave his poor ass alone, so for now your plan was to keep this subject as low-key as possible.
"Marry her." you say nonchalantly while, without his knowledge, already looking up all about amortentia, its possible side effects and how long it would take to wear off - if ever-, receiving a whine in return.
"It was really fun at first, you know? The flirting was cute, the smooches were great," and boy he put some emphasis on that adjective,"but now it's like she's obsessed with me! She's clingy and talks with that annoying voice and I can't seem to get rid of her!" Hyunjin throws himself face down into the old couch and whines again, words muffled by the pillow where he burried his face. "She's probably standing right outside the door just now!"
"Wait, what do you mean it was fun at first? How long has this been going on Hwang Hyunjin? And why am I only knowing of this now?", you turn around in your chair way too fast, hitting with your knee on the other chair next to you before facing the mop of brown hair all spread around the blue pillow.
"Well, I barely ever saw you all week!", the boy turns his head just the minimum amount to look at you, "You're either with your nose buried in those old books, or with your hands all over Lee Minho! Not my fault you no longer have time for your friends..."
"First of all," you pull out the pillow he's laying on, his face falling on the black cushion as a few curses leave his lips, "lower your tone! I did not spend the week with my hands all over Minho, I am tutoring him in potions!"
"Which you're not that good at, that's why you walk everywhere with those fat books..." Hyunjin rolls his eyes at you as he recovers the pillow from your hands again, "Don't deny it (y/n), you've got the hots for him!"
"Oh sweetie, I sense jealousy in your tone... is that why you gave Angela a poorly made potion?", you show him the page you've been reading between the backs and forths of your not so relevent argument, only for him to realize the potion should've worn off two days ago. Instead, it only got worse. "Perhaps you could use some reading too huh?"
The boy rips the book from your hands, grunting between his teeth sounds you doubted to be words as he makes his way out, only to shut the door as soon as he opens it, squealing loudly when his eyes meet the ones from the Gryffindor's brunette standing right in the middle of the hallway.
"I'm telling you (y/n), she won't leave me alone! It's like she's obsessed!", Hyunjin keeps his back against the door, afraid the girl could open it by some miracle driven by her potion induced feelings, hence she doesn't have the password.
"Well, you see Hyunjin... that's because she is! And it's your fault, you should simply face it..."
"Oh I'm going the kill Jeongin...", the boy grunts ignoring your words completely as the whines coming from the other side of the door overlapped them, "Can you go get him? Or get rid of her?"
You make your way to the door Hyunjin refuses to unblock and, when words and pushes didn't make the tall boy move, you had to resort to your wand, although the simple threat was more than enough for him to make way for you. He stayed hidden in the corner as you parted the door slightly to tell the girl her beloved had disapparated from there, and she should probably look at the quidditch court. The fact she believed you only proved how strongly she was affected by the potion, since everyone knew Hyunjin would never go to a sports court by his free will and disapparating into and out Hogwarts wasn't possible at all.
As soon as the path got clear you both made your way to the shrieking shack through the whomping willow everyone was so afraid of, but that was exactly why the three of you claimed it as your secret meeting place.
Jeongin was already waiting as you sent him a message through your magic notepad when you got rid of Angela, and you had to secure Hyunjin to not throw the book at the Slytherin boy who only laughed in return. The laughter didn't last long though, because you only stopped Hyunjin so you would be the one scolding the younger one, flicking his head the same way you did to the lover boy earlier.
"Hey! What did you do that for?", the boy frowned at you rubbing his forehead.
"To bring you back to reality, so you can both fix the mess you made!"
"But what's the problem?" Jeongin looked at you with honest confusion on his face, "Is this about the potion? You know that thing wears off in like a week or so right?"
"Exactly... do the math now genius..." Hyunjin rolls his eyes before leaning his back against the spiderweb covered walls.
The three of you spent the whole afternoon trying to figure out what went wrong in the first place, you analyzing every single detail of the procedure, and the boys trying to recreate every step they took to reach the final product. But, after hours of research and theories nothing seemed to have gone wrong, well except for the exaggerated and long-lasting effect of the potion.
"We should just obliviate the poor girl..." suggested Jeongin at one point, head in his hands as a sing of withdrawal.
“I don’t think that’s legal, but we can work around it...” You agree with him closing the book you were now reading for the fifth time.
"Are you guys serious? Because that sounds great! Can we get away with it?" Hyunjin's eyes were sparkling in hope as he shifted in his seat to a more straight up position, ready to do whatever it took to get to walk in peace around the school, without being unexpectedly smooched in the cheek and squezeed into a hug every time the girl spotted him.
"No, it's a joke!" You both sigh at your friend's desperation before calling it a day, deciding to resume your research first thing in the morning.
As per usual, you met with the boys for breakfast at the dining hall, though this time they weren't alone and you couldn't help out a giggle when Angela, as glued to Hyunjin as possible while feeding him something funny looking with a spoon, winked at you as soon as you sat in front of her and next to Jeongin. The latter looked almost as horrified as the pampered boy, and you had to focus to try and keep yourself from bursting into laughter before the scene that was unfolding in front of you.
Hyunjin looked like an annoyed pouty baby slumped in his chair - as an attempt to go unnoticed -, while the smiley girl, - one that seemed to have way too much energy in the morning -, pulled some strands of the boy's hair behind his ear before kissing his cheek, "You're so pretty Hyunnie-jin, and I hate to leave you," the girl pouts as she pinches his cheeks rather aggressively, "but don't worry sugarplum, I'll be waiting for you in the astronomy tower when you leave class." This time the kiss is aimed at his lips, but Hyunjin antecipates her intentions and dodges his head with a slick move, just not fast enough to be fully free of her, ending up with her lips awkwardly attached half to his jaw, half to the corner of his lip.
"So you decided to give in?" You couldn't help the grin that was forming on your face, finding it hilarious how the universe always had a way to keep things balanced.
"Shut up. I had to if I didn't want to starve myself, it was one sacrafice I was willing to take." Hyunjin furiously rubs his face with a napkin, as if it would erase the memory of the previous demonstration of affection.
"I say it's the karma, you were basically playing and manipulating her the moment you gave her the potion, now you face the consequences."
"It's like she's taking revenge..." Jeongin mumbles more to himself than to his friends, but he was still heard, and had now two pairs of eyes locked on him waiting for a further explanation to what seemed to be a pretty plausable theory. "We already concluded we didn't do anything wrong, right?"
"Yes, it's still hard to believe though..." you take a sip of your pumpking juice with a raise eybrow, honestly still impressed at how they pulled that off.
"So what if she got aware that Hyunjin gave-"
"We, Jeongin, we!! This wasn't just me okay? I just got the, uh, benefits?"
"Ok, sure, whatever... What if she became aware that we," emphasis on the pronoun as he glanced at Hyunjin, "gave her a potion and now that it wore off she is pulling this act as a pay back? Because, according to our lover boy, if it was nice at first then why would she suddenly start acting all obsessively?"
Both you and Hyunjin took a moment to reflect on this new theory, one Jeongin was really proud of as showed by his smug grin when he crossed his arms and relaxed back in his chair.
"I hate to admit it, but that makes a lot of sense... and explains why she winked at me when I got here..."
"Okay yes, she is faking it... why else would she wink at (y/n) when I'm the one she's supposed to be focused on?", the boy threw his arms up with a questionting - and slightly offended - look.
"Time for confrontation!" you were already standing up with Hyunjin following the lead, but you held yourselves back when you realized Jeongin wasn't moving, looking between the both of you still grinning.
"I've got a better idea..."
It was a terrible idea, you thought, and wanted no part in it at all so you let the boys discuss the details while you just sat there judging their poor life decisions.
The plan was for Hyunjin, instead of confronting her and get it over with as you suggested, to play along as if he too was deeply in love with her, and see who would break out of character first. As much as you tried to explain how childish and stupid the plan was, the boys simply wouldn't listen to you, convinced this was the best idea they've ever had.
Hyunjin got oddly excited about this and ran to astronomy class, already antecipating the act he would pull off when he'd see the girl waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs when he'd get out, leaving you and Jeongin alone in the dining all. The contrast of your opinions on this was pretty clear in your faces, Jeongin laughing loudly, you furrowing your brows and shaking your head in disapproval.
Then, all of a sudden, the boy stops laughing and looks at you, "What if they actually end up falling in love after all this?"
He sounded seriously concerned yet amused at the same time, while you only rolled your eyes at him before collecting your books and leaving for class as well.
"Shut up, this isn't a wattpad fanfic."
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Heyy!! Thank u for the ask sm Elio, i'm soooo sorry for the delay omg xD
💚 Are you writing anything with this OC or planning on writing anything for them? Do you rp with them or are they just for fun to mess around with?
It's been so long since you asked that you already know the answer to that question xD I'm writing a lot for my baby Vicky, i'm still currently writing Gonna Fuck and do Therapy and some other stuff, and use him in two rps~ I can actually share the thing I wrote yesterday in rp, really love how it turned out ;u;
After the presentation Kerry feels a little overwhelmed, the world of music and creation covering him with a head again. He feels truly at ease when finally sees V, grabbing at him as for a lifeline, wishing only to get rid of the nasty reporters already.
They head to the roof, V smiling sweetly the whole time at him, talking to him about how great was the presentation. Kerry is happy to hear that out of his mouth, but something still doesn't let him go, holds his heart in a tight grip.
"Show you one of my favorite spots in the city. Don't come here often, but when i do... It's important," Kerry wiggles his hips out of the elevator, V following him way slower than he usually walks.
He gasps playfully, "Should I feel special?"
"Maybe."
V joins him at the railings, glancing down, and honestly something drops down in his stomach, the view absolutely breathtaking. Kerry picked out the place which is absolutely as gorgeous as he is. Vincent lifts his eyes at the man beside him, and immediately knows something is not right by the look on his face.
"Hey, something's bothering you?"
Kerry glances at him, taking his glasses off, and feels like he can spill his guts to the man. Fuck, yeah, Johnny inside of him probably will think of him as a pussy, but he knows, that V won't. Shouldn't.
"All that Us Cracks situation.. Ya'know, I was just afraid i'd be in someone else's shadow again. How i been in Johnny's."
Vincent purses his lips, looking somewhere behind his back, and Kerry instantly knows Johnny said something, but V says from himself, "Hey, I know how it feels. Being second best. Truly the worst feeling."
"Night City is a city of shadows, done everything i could to walk clear of them for years. Fuck..." Kerry bends to the front, feeling every day as if city's steam crawls in him, into his bones, making him a puppet.
V's hand touches his shoulder gently, ripping him out of his thoughts. "Kerry, I..." V gulps, "You have Virgil. You have me. We won't let the shadows swallow you."
Eurodyne nods, soft touch grounding him. V is here, Virgil too. And Johnny will never be.
"Is he?..."
"No, not anymore. Only me."
Kerry nods, finding V's lavender eyes with his own gaze, not able to look away. His hand slides down, brushing over the tattoo, which mimics Johnny's silver hand, backing away. Before he made another mistake.
"Lets delta. Chaos awaits."
"Mmh, I'll stay here a bit longer. You go, drink for me in this city."
V smiles again, so sadly and lovingly, an expression Kerry never seen before, and goes away.
lol sorry for making you all read that much, but yeah it didn't fit on discord in one message either xD
🍆 What is your OC like in bed? Are they particularly sensitive or have anywhere they really like being touched? Are they loud, quiet, intense? What are their turn ons and turn offs?
Ouff, V is usually always in need to be in control over his usual life, so when in bed, he likes to give it away, letting the partner do whatever they want with him if he trusts them enough. But he's ok with being on top too, all depends on the mood~
V really likes being touched on his stomach, it's a pretty sensitive place, and when he gets emotional he likes holding hands with a lover ;u;
His biggest turn off is his neck being touched, so he always tells his lovers to not touch the implant (except that one time with Virgil and Kerry when he trusts them more than he trusts himself hgdsgdsgh)
He is also pretty loud in bed eheh
⭐ Does your OC like to sleep alone or do they enjoy sharing their bed? Have they been to any sleepovers? Have they ever been camping? What did they think of the experiences if so?
Vicky is okay with sleeping alone, but sleeping with a partner always feels better, he likes to cozy up to 'em :'3
And well, he's been living with Jackie for quite some time, and it was much like an endless sleepover xD And he has been living on the streets for his entire life, living under the open sky when couldn't find a shelter for a night, you can't call that camping ofc And well, can't call the expirience great :''')
#thank u lots for the ask and sorry again it took me so long to answer hsdhs#ask me#ask#my v#vicky#kerry eurodyne#kerry x v#v x kerry#no kiss in this version of the roof scene cause kerry's already dating virgil and things are complicated#v#cyberpunk 2077#cyberpunk kerry#cbp2077#cp2077
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