I wanna talk about Joe's last name for a sec because Locke is literally the german word for 'curl' and the fact that Joe's hair is curly makes his last name very fitting in the german language

Late Night - Malcolm Whitly x Harlan Engelmann (OC)  - Prodigal Son - Part 2 (FINALE)

Fandom: Prodigal Son (2019-)

Pairing: Malcolm Whitly/Bright x Harlan Engelmann (OC)

Word Count: 1450

Warnings: Mega Soft, Mentions Of Nazis And Bullying, 

Notes:  Hey Guys! This Is The Second Part- And Final Part- Of This Lil’ Series Of My OC, Harlan, And Malcolm. If You Guys Like Harlan And Wanna See More Of Him, Or Him And Malcolm, Don’t Hesitate To Say So! Anyways, Enjoy!

Harlan leaned against the counter of his bar, after serving someone a daiquiri. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and hanging his head. Malcolm said he'd come visit the bar today. Well, Harlan knows Malcolm said maybe, but still, he had been eagerly waiting Malcolm's arrival all day. Maybe Malcolm will show up at his house tonight, instead. God, if Malcolm wasn't so busy, Harlan could've loved him more.  "Ey, Harley!". Harlan cracked a smile, opening his eyes and turning to the right."Yea, Declan?". Declan's a regular at the bar, and he always orders the same kind of drinks."Same as usual?". "No," Declan nodded to a pretty girl beside him."Give us a round, will you? Please?". "Got it-" Harlan stood up, then feeling a pat on his shoulder. He turned to see his co-worker, Leo."Hey, Leo". "I got this, Harlan. You continue...Looking sad, alright? Hey, we still on for D'n'D on Saturday?" Leo asked, eyebrows raising."I'll get Deccy his shots". Harlan nodded, smiling warmly."Thank you, Leo. And, yea. We're still on for D'n'D. I'm just...Waiting for someone who said he'd show" maybe said he'd show, Harlan, maybe. Harlan rubbed his eyes, then scratching his jaw in thought."Well, maybe. Just- go get, uh, Declan's drinks, I guess. Thanks, again. I love you" he giggled. “I love you, too” Leo ruffled Harlan's hair, nodding and turning to set up a round of shots for Declan and his new girl.  Harlan turned away, glancing up at the clock. He chimes out soon. Harlan checked his phone; nothing from anybody, except for a notification that both Harlan's brother and Leo liked a tweet of his about cinnamon buns.  "Are you allowed to be on the phone while on the job?". Harlan looked up, immediately tucking his phone away and into his pocket."Malcolm" Harlan breathed out a smile, leaning against the counter."Says the one who takes calls during on-sight profiling. And, uh, I- I didn't think you'd actually come. You said maybe, after all, so I- I didn't- I didn’t really expect you. Well, I did, but slowly started to not expect you". Malcolm scoffed."I'm hurt, Harlan, truly". Malcolm took a seat at one of the bar stools, placing his interlocked hands on the counter. He raised his eyebrows, looking up and around when he noticed the song change."You guys play Bob Dylan?". "Everyone loves Bob Dylan" Harlan just wants Malcolm to love him like that."I'm obsessed". "Oh, no you're not. You live and breath Gord Downie, Bob Dylan's a sideline for you" Malcolm chuckled, looking confused at the shot glass that appeared in front of him."I...haven't even ordered anything yet" he reminded. "Your best friend works at a bar. This one's on the house, as will any other drink once I get JT's first name. So-?" Harlan raised his eyebrows hopefully, leaning in like Malcolm was either about to kiss him, or tell him the biggest secret of his life."Got any news?". "Sadly, no" Malcolm shook his head, daintily holding the glass, and gently swirling it."Not yet, at least. I'll get it for you, free drinks or not" Malcolm's smile grew when he heard Harlan utter "I'm honored", both hands over his heart."He knows my real name isn't Malcolm Bright, the least he could do is tell me what the 'J' stands for, just the 'J'" he groaned, downing the drink quickly. "I'm sure you'll get it one day, Mal" Harlan encouraged. He tilted Malcolm's chin up to look at him, gaze going soft when it locked onto his best friends own. Harlan looked to the left, then the right, and leaned in, kissing Malcolm. He tasted the scotch on Malcolm's lips, and pulled him closer, to deepen the kiss."Glad you came" Harlan mumbled against Malcolm's lips, who muttered "I'll come again later, at your place". He chuckled, kissing Malcolm's cheek. Harlan pulled away, slowly licking his lips."Scotch is still your favourite, right?". "Hasn't been anything else a day in my life" Malcolm shrugged."I could deal with whiskey every once in a while, though. If you wanna spice things up" he winked, tracing shapes onto the counter using his finger."Also, I have a question about us, growing up". Harlan arched a brow, pulling away and crossing his arms protectively."Yea-?" He asked. "Did you...Did you really expect no one to call you a Nazi, back then? Being German was one thing, but...your grandfather, was...y'know" Malcolm gestured his hand by rolling his wrist, presenting nothing in particular."With or without that grandfather, the narrow-minded kids at our school would've called you one either way. Why did you expect them not to?". "Ah," Harlan nodded, hanging his head after. He sighed heavily, gnawing on his bottom lip."Same reason you didn't expect people to call you a freak, and a monster because of your dad. My grandfather fucked up any chances I had with that cute Jewish kid in fifth grade" Harlan answered. Malcolm looked nostalgic."Stanley". "That's the bitch, with his cute, curly hair" Harlan nodded."Anyways- Yours is more direct in mine, yours was your own father. Mine was my father's father, less direct, but, uh, still biological. Funny, I regret not interviewing my grandfather about the Holocaust ‘n’ being a Nazi soldier and such, before he died, when we hit high school. You have every opportunity to interview your father...I think" he explained."It wasn't funny, being called a Nazi as a kid. And it definitely wasn't funny when that damned insignia was drawn onto my desks, my backpack, notebooks, anything that black marker ink could easily stick onto" Harlan rolled his eyes, following up what he said with calming breaths and tapping the fingers on his right hand with his thumb. Malcolm caught the self-soothing action, and cleared his throat."Just curious, y'know?". "When are you not, Malc? When are you not?" Harlan asked rhetorically. Malcolm reached his hand up slowly, cupping Harlan's cheek gently. He smiled when Harlan leaned into the touch, eyes closing."No wonder we're best friends. We both had a paternal figure that fucked up our childhoods". "The last thing I need is you comparing your own serial killer of a father to my- at the time- bed-ridden Nazi grandpa who I only had to visit very few times in my life" Harlan pointed a finger at Malcolm blindly, taking another deep breath."I appreciate the thought, though, but which one of us got diagnosed with night terrors and two mental disorders? And which one just of us got stared at during a majority of the time our class spent reading The Boy In The Striped Pajamas?" He asked, his fingertip-tapping becoming quicker."I even remember the dumbass nickname- ‘Harlanazi’" Harlan remembered, eyebrows jumping when he felt a pair of lips on his, immediately recognizing them as Malcolm's. Harlan pulled away, and opened his eyes. He looked into Malcolm's, a wave of safety crashing over him. Harlan gulped, a sad smile on his face when he reconnected their lips.  Malcolm pulled Harlan closer by his coat, pushing his empty shot glass out of their way. He even stood up, out of the stool, to get closer to Harlan, the counter being the only thing physically diving them. Malcolm pulled away soon after, both hands now flat on the counter as Harlan had that same, something-struck look in his eyes.  It was love, but Malcolm doesn't exactly know that yet. It's most likely, but Malcolm knows Harlan, and Malcolm also isn't the most willing to believe it. Only one thing was left for him to do, to truly find out. Malcolm pat his cheek."How's about we go out this Sunday? If you're free?" He asked, a hopeful look on his face. Harlan opened his mouth, but no words followed."I- excuse me?". He couldn't believe Malcolm was actually asking him this."Go out in what sense, exactly?" Harlan asked, knowing what sense he wanted it to be, but also what sense it most likely wouldn't be. "Go out in a...Non-platonic sense" Malcolm interlocked his hand with Harlan's."What'd'ya say?" He asked, smiling adorably."We can finally be open, too, if you're comfortable with that". Harlan felt a blush creep onto his cheeks."Uh, I- well...yea. Yes, that'd be great" he nodded eagerly, standing up straight. Malcolm smiled proudly, the excitement in Harlan’s eyes confirming his theory on his feelings for the prodigal son. Malcolm leaned in, kissing Harlan passionately. Harlan kissed back just as lovingly, a wide smile on his face. He knows this relationship will be rocky, especially with Malcolm's line of work, his night terrors, and state of mind. But it's Malcolm Whitly- Bright, here. And he's Harlan Engelmann, he knows how to handle Malcolm just as well, if not more than Malcolm's family does. This is all he's ever wanted. 

They're all the other one is ever gonna need.

I’ll Never Let You Go (Part 1)

Synopsys: It’s finally time for the Reader to meet Tom’s parents, but things sometimes don’t work like people hope they would. And sometimes the only answer is heartbreak.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Genre: angst ma dudes, so much angst

Warnings: legit cannot think of a single one... I’m a horrible human being???

Word count: 2099

Part 2

   Y/N washed her hands, eyes looking at her own reflection of the bathroom mirror. It had gone well. Better than she had expected. Nikki and Dom seemed to accept her right away and since she’d already met Tom’s brothers beforehand, they got along incredibly well. Drying her palms, she quickly retouched her hair and exited the toilet, turning the light off as she went towards the kitchen to help Nikki clean the table off, but soft chatter took her attention away.    “I don’t understand what you mean,” it was Tom, confusion clear in his tone    “She just doesn’t seem the right fit,” his mom in a low but soothing voice explained. “Your life is hectic, darling. As is hers, but Y/N… just doesn’t seem like she can handle your lifestyle. The paparazzi, the attention…”    “Mom, how can you say that?”    Dominic interjected before he could become more frustrated. “We just want what is best for you, son. She just… she is nice, without a doubt. She’s a sweet girl. But we just think she’s not right for you."    Y/N had had enough, grabbing her purse from the mantelpiece in the corridor and her coat from the coatrack, she stormed out of the house not even saying goodbye to Harry, who was just walking downstairs, the shock on his face evidence he had heard his parent’s conversation as well.    Tom’s head whipped around when he heard the slam of the doors.    “Harry, what was that?” he asked his younger brother who walked in the kitchen with an unreadable expression on his face. To Tom, it seemed like a mix of anger, disappointment and disgust.    “That was Y/N.”

   It was all it took for the Brit to rush out, panic settling in his stomach because the only reason she’d leave like this would be if she had heard what her parents had said. Desperately he looked up and down the street, hoping to see her walking one way or another, but luck wasn’t on his side as she must have caught a cab.    Tom ran a hand through his hair and quickly sped back inside his house, not caring about the protests and apologies of his parents. The boy simply grabbed his wallet and stormed outside.    Extending an arm, he hailed a taxi right as it started to rain, hoping and praying that he’d arrive at the station on time. The only place she’d go was her university dorm and that was a two-hour ride with the train. But even then, if he needed to, he’d hop on the next one.    Meanwhile, Y/N jumped out of the car and onto the pouring streets and rushed up the steps of Waterloo station. Her body trembled as she suppressed the tears trying to escape, heart, aching at what had happened.    She quickly inserted her credit card in the first free ticket machine and bought herself a one way to Uni. A single drop splattered onto the white and orange piece of paper, which she wiped away before returning her gaze to the big tabloids up above. Y/N didn’t have much time and as she made her way towards the platform a female voice rang through saying that the train would leave in five minutes.    Y/N felt her phone ringing nonstop inside her pocket, but she also knew who was calling her, so she just let it go through. She settled into an empty seat, and luckily no one sat beside the heartbroken girl. The whole train ride back to Uni she had her hood up, eyes looking out the window watching as the English countryside blurred in an indistinguishable pattern.    The skies had decided to release everything they had in them, as Y/N stepped onto the platform and was immediately drenched. But she didn’t even feel the cold of the water. Her heart was numb enough and so was her body.    They hated her. Tom’s parents, the man she had thought she’d be able to make a life with and grow old together, they hated her. Simply because she was a student and not someone who spent their time in the limelight.    A bitter scoff escaped her throat when she thought of it. How cruel of fate to put two pieces of a puzzle together, only to rip them apart, for the picture did not seem quite right.    Her finger stretched for the buzzer and after some fumbling and yelps from the inside, the flat’s door sprung open.    Lucy, her roommate and one of her best friends, stood there in her Harry Potter pyjamas, hair in complete disarray. She was just about to unload a bunch of questions on Y/N when smile vanished from her lips. “What happened?”    It was that simple question when Y/N finally broke. The girl fell into the other woman’s arms and sobbed. “They hate me,” her words were barely a ragged whisper. “They absolutely hate me.”    And that was it. Y/N said nothing more and nothing less. She simply allowed Lucy to lead her inside the apartment and her room. She left her door in a crack and undressed, letting the tears flow down in an endless stream. Y/N pulled out one of Tom’s shirts from her wardrobe but couldn’t tell herself to pull it on.  It was instinctual to wear his hoodies, trainers and T-shirts, to have his smell wrap around her, for it to be the thing that lulled her to sleep on the nights he was not beside her. But now, it only reminded the girl of what she lost. Or was about to lose.    It seemed like it was centuries later when someone addressed the girl. “Y/N,” Lucy’s voice was wary, as she opened the door to her room. “There is someone here to see you.”    The Y/H/C haired beauty’s stomach dropped. She knew who it was. There was only one option. As her Y/E/C eyes flitted up she saw Tom standing in the doorway, his eyes red and puffy, a desperate look on his face.    “Love,” the nickname was a choked back sob when he saw what state Y/N was in. “Please.”    He didn’t even know what he was begging for, his mind in shambles and complete disarray, simply hoping she understood.    A sniffle was his answer. “What are you doing here?”    She stood up from her bed and instantly Tom’s noticed how her usually tall stance was slumped over like she was trying to curl into herself and become smaller. It took him a millisecond to wrap Y/N in his arms there in the middle of her bedroom. It was a relief in itself- to feel her body pressed against his, like so many other times. And when her arms wove around his middle, his whole frame shuddered with a sigh of reprieve.    “Darling, they feel horrible, absolutely disgusted with themselves. They didn’t mean anything o-“ but Y/N stopped him mid-sentence.    “No, they feel terrible because I heard what they said, what they actually thought of us together.”    “Y/N, please,” the tears didn’t stop.    “Tom…” she gulped, swallowing down the bile threatening to rise in her throat before she said the words she had never wished, nor expected to. “I think we need to take a break.”    He forcefully shook his head, grip around her body tightening. “No.”    “Love, it’s what’s gonna be for the best. Your parents are right.”    “No, they, don’t know anything. I love you,” in a hopeless attempt to save what could be saved, he kissed her with all the passion in his body. And she responded with the same amount of emotion, but somehow this felt more like goodbye.    “Tommy…” Y/N whispered, arms still locked around his neck. “Please.”    His heart hurt more than it ever had. “How long?”    The girl knew what he meant. “A permanent one.”    “No, no, no, no, no!”    “Tommy…”    “No,” and then he full on sobbed. Head hidden in the crook of her neck, his whole body trembled in the girl’s embrace as she tried to soothe him by running her arms up and down his back. Y/N’s own nose was buried in that brown mop of curls atop his head, as she led them both to her bed and laid down, tears splattering onto her pillow.    “It’s for the best,” she whispered, even her non-existing voice cracking.    “How can it be, when I’m losing all of the light that was in my life?”    Y/N’s already broken heart shattered in millions of little pieces and she knew, that picking all of them up would be impossible. “You have to look at this as an investment in the future. Later in your life, you’ll thank me for doing this.”    Tom’s only answer was a vigorous shake of the head as he clung onto the girl harder, almost definitely leaving bruises, and tears flowing anew. His whole body vibrated in Y/N’s arms as they laid together and stayed entwined like that. Soon enough Tom was pulled into a deep sleep, exhausted from all of the heartbreak, but Y/N couldn’t relax, so she did the only thing she could- she called Harrison.    “Where is he? Everyone’s worried sick.”    “He’s with me,” Y/N’s voice was thick with sorrow. “Can you please come and get him?”    “Yeah, yeah, of course,” she could hear the hesitation in Harrison’s tone but then he asked it. “What happened?”    For a second, Y/N stared off into space, brain trying to collect all the thoughts while simultaneously attempting to now break down once more. “He’ll, umm, he’ll tell you everything. Just, please come and get him.”    “Okay… I’ll be there in a couple of hours.”    “Thank you,” Y/N got the response out before she took in a shaky breath. “Thank you.”    She spent an hour and a half like that- Tom’s snoring form resting on top of hers, Y/N’s fingers gently cradling through his curly brown hair as he rested, with both arms tightly wrapped around her middle. Like he was scared that she was some kind of a dream, a mirage that would disappear once he came closer.    Y/N saw Lucy walk past by her room, her door being cracked open and the other girl had a sorrow-filled smile on her face. Her ears perked up when she heard two voices conversing. A male and a female. Harrison had arrived.    It would be a lie if Y/N said she hadn’t wished for the traffic to be horrible if she didn’t want Harrison to take four more hours to arrive, but the fantasy she was in had to end at some point.    With a heavy heart, she removed one of the hands from Tom's back and gently shook his shoulder.    “You gotta wake up, darling, Harrison’s here to pick you up.”    Y/N heard a deep rumble and felt his grip tighten.    “Tom, please. Don’t make this harder than it already is… we both know this has to happen.”    Those words did not help one bit as the boy started to cry once more. “But it doesn’t. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. I love you and you love me. That's the only thing that's supposed to mean anything.”    His head lifted up from where it had rested on Y/N’s chest and she couldn’t help the soft quirk of her lips. He always looked so cute right after waking up. And even with reddened cheeks, he was still the most beautiful man she’d ever met. Had ever had the honour of calling hers, even if only for a little while.    “All dreams must come to an end, Tommy,” she gently cradled his cheek. “And there is no one else who wished more, that they could live in this castle of clouds we’ve created, but when the wind blows, they have to disappear. It’s just how life is.”    Y/N leaned up and with her, so did Tom. Reluctantly, she untangled herself from the strong arms she had grown so used to having woven around her and stood up.    “Come,” Y/N extended her palm. The weight of his rugged hand in hers was the rightest thing in the world. But already it felt foreign. Almost dirty, like it was a sin to be even touching him.    “I won’t let this be the end,” Tom announced an unmistakable sense of determination apparent in what he said as he exited the dorm.    “Tommy,” new tears sprung to Y/N’s eyes at the love of her life’s words.    “I won’t,” and with a last kiss to Y/N’s lips, Tom followed Harrison to his car.    This was not the end. He’d make sure of it.

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A/N: my first Tom fic! Yayyy! I’m open to do more as well as Spidey, but for Peter Parker, there will be NO SMUT. In the movies he’s, what, 15? I ain’t comfortable writing that. Sorry, not sorry. I myself am  20 now, so it feels weird to be even thinking about that. Tom I’m sorta okay with, he’s an adult, so yeah :D Tell me what you think :)

PART 2?????

Also, ok, I just need to rant- I’m so fucking riled up about my little cousin’s teacher. They have to do this thing at school where you read a book and then talk about it (basic shit) and I met him on the bus today and he suddenly tells me that his grade got lowered because there is a movie based on the book (Catching Fire to be exact). How fucking dare the teacher! How incompetent and unfair of her to do so, simply because she doesn’t know the difference the movie has and the book has. Also, there is a thing called google where you can easily find the differences between the two mediums as I’m sure some fans have made dozens of lists where we bitch about the stuff that was left out. I know this is unrelated, but it just pisses me off when the people who are responsible for shaping our future are so unfair to them because of some shit they themselves don’t know. I’m just so fucking mad!!! UUUUUUGGGGHHHHH!

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                   Harry took one look at the survey && rolled his eyes. What a waste of fucking time. As if they were all going to BOND because a survey supposedly confirmed they could be  f r i e n d s  . Or at the very least good roommates ?? Whatever. Harry quickly wrote his name, crossing out the rest of the questions with EASE. Besides, they knew who he was already.

          Instead, cursive letters inked the paper — If you put me with someone annoying, I’ll make sure the trip is absolute hell. Ending the sentence with a thick period, annoyance festering as it usually did with life’s POINTLESS trifles.

                    The usual smug smirk dipped over his lips, carelessly turning the questionnaire in without a second thought.

so yeahhh, because my son is the way he is ... i filled it out for him bless up. why do i love harry bingham when i fucking hate him ?? idk fam, idk.

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Harold Theodore Bingham PRONUNCIATION: H EH - r uh l d   th EE - uh - d aw r    b IH  ng-uh m   MEANING: estate ruler  /  army leader  REASONING: Harold was his great-grandfather’s name, while Theodore is is father’s name that’s been passed down for quite a while as either a first/middle kinda deal NICKNAME(S): Harry, Har ( though he doesn't like it  ) Bingham, Pretty Boy PREFERRED NAME(S): Harry, just Harry unless you want a punch or a mean remark bless BIRTH DATE: April 13th, 2001 AGE: 18 ZODIAC: Aries !! GENDER: Male PRONOUNS: He/Him ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Heteroromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual NATIONALITY: American ETHNICITY: wonder bread

BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE: West Ham, CT HOMETOWN: West Ham, CT SOCIAL CLASS: Upper/Close to the 1% FATHER: Theodore Bingham † MOTHER: Karen Bingham SIBLING(S): Stacy Bingham ( 12 ) BIRTH ORDER: Harry, Stacy PET(S): In the Bingham household ?? Never. OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: He’s surrounded by family, they usually always have at least two reunions a year. However he’s never felt close to them ?? So he’d never list their names here really. He’s only somewhat close to his immediate family. Though, he was close to his nanny growing up if that counts bless PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: it’s a list of like ... relatively short lasting relationships, hookups, && one night stands, until his most recent, kelly, which is probably his longest lasting one ?? ARRESTS?: Technically, on record, none :). He’s definitely been caught like, trespassing, underage drinking, && drunk driving lbh ... but yeah, no record. i hate him. PRISON TIME?: N/A

OCCUPATION & INCOME

SOURCE OF INCOME: intern at parent’s company  /  his parents CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: he doesn’t really like it tbh, but it’s done his family well so after college he definitely plans to continue the legacy && make if flourish even more. PAST JOB(S): n/a SPENDING HABITS: *throws money in trash can* MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: the gold ring with the bingham family insignia his father gave him when he turned 13 ( made him feel like he finally belonged you feel )  though he’d tell you it’s everything he owns ... i hate him

SKILLS & ABILITIES

TALENTS: bringing people together ( or apart ), lightening the mood ( or you know, fucking it up too ), banter, racing, fixing cars SHORTCOMINGS: oh honey — saying shit he doesn’t mean, his own arrogance, addictive personality, emotional invulnerability, aloof nature, shall i continue ?? LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: English, French, Italian DRIVE?: Hell yeah JUMP-STAR A CAR?: Yes CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: Yes, but he’d rather pay someone to do it before ever doing it himself RIDE A BICYCLE?: nope catch me crying SWIM?: Yes PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: Does learning the recorder in 3rd grade count ?? PLAY CHESS?: Yes BRAID HAIR?: Yes ( Stacy made him learn since he was the only one home most of the time ) TIE A TIE?: Yes, his father practically taught him that in the womb. PICK A LOCK?: nah. he’s more into the jump the fence, break some glass, make a fucking scene, kinda trespassing

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: Alex Fitzalan EYE COLOR: dark brown, specks of gold in natural light HAIR COLOR: Chestnut Brown HAIR TYPE/STYLE: Curly && wavy, his hair texture kinda varies by each strand unless he properly styles it ... which he does when feeling okay GLASSES/CONTACTS?: No, but he definitely likes the aesthetic of glasses sometimes. Like bet money on his ivy interviews he wore glasses ... did i mention i hate harry bingham ?? DOMINANT HAND: Right HEIGHT: 5′10″ WEIGHT: 140/150ish lbs ??? BUILD: Slender Muscular EXERCISE HABITS: it’s rather irregular and depends heavily on his mood. if he’s in a good/okay mood then a few times a week. otherwise it’s hard to do much of anything, let alone work out you know. SKIN TONE: light with pink/tan undertones TATTOOS: none PIERCINGS: none MARKS/SCARS: small dark birth mark near his right, outer ankle. shoulders/back && cheeks tend to get rather freckly in the summer && he hates it. some random cuts && bruises from blacked out drunk/high escapades, the occasional hickey bye. NOTABLE FEATURES: dimples when he actually smiles, white af teeth, the hair™ USUAL EXPRESSION: either completely unamused or smirking tbh CLOTHING STYLE: designer, preppy — think polos, ironed pants, or cuffed skinny jeans, all paired with some boat shoes. sometimes when he’s not feeling so great he’ll wear a plain tee/hoodie JEWELRY: gold pinky ring ( mentioned above ), apple watch on occasion ALLERGIES: long haired cats BODY TEMPERATURE: runs hot 😏 DIET: no such thing, boy’s metabolism is fast, the lucky son of a bitch. PHYSICAL AILMENTS: N/A

PSYCHOLOGY

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral TEMPERAMENT: Choleric  /  Melancholic ELEMENT: Fire MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: Anxiety, Depression, Toxic Masculinity 👀 SOCIABILITY: Moody™, but very social. Popular™. EMOTIONAL STABILITY: um ... he tries ?? it’s not good though, nope. PHOBIA(S): autophobia ( fear of being alone ),  atychiphobia ( fear of failure ) ADDICTION(S): coffee, opiods, alcohol, etc DRUG USE: yes please ALCOHOL USE: yes please PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: if provoked yes, or if he feels the need to protect/stand against something.

MANNERISMS

QUIRKS: easily annoyed, rolls his eyes a lot, has a comeback for almost everything ( even if it’s just a fuck you ) HOBBIES: cars, racing, sailing ( learned from his dad ),  HABITS: drinking, swearing, pills, drinks coffee every morning NERVOUS TICKS: furrowed brows, pacing/unable to stand still, hand twitching, squinting eyes DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: Money, Perfectionism, doing the Bingham name justice FEARS: Being forgotten, Isolation, Losing the rest of his family/the few he cares about, Death, Fatal Illness POSITIVE TRAITS: Charming, Adventurous, Witty, Ambitious, Assertive, Protective NEGATIVE TRAITS: Moody, Enigmatic, Cocky, Prideful, Destructive, Sarcastic, Stubborn, Impatient SENSE OF HUMOR: sarcastic, dark DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: he fucking literally fucking says fuck every fucking other fucking word :D CATCHPHRASE(S): fuck you cassandra, fuck off, fuck you, fuck me, fuck that, we’re playing fugitive tonight

FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: Racing  /  Sailing ANIMAL: Otters BEVERAGE: any && all alcohol™ ... or secretly strawberry hi-c don’t @ him. BOOK: never let me go by kazuo ishiguro CELEBRITY: Margot Robbie COLOR: Navy Blue && Dark Gray DESIGNER: Balenciaga && Ralph Lauren FOOD: loaded fries FLOWER: blue stars GEM: Sapphire/Diamond HOLIDAY: halloween MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: he has a lot of favorite cars, but his black maserati ( aka the fugitive car ) is probably his favorite. he also likes helicopters MOVIE: Fight Club, The Wolf on Wall Street, The Breakfast Club MUSICAL ARTIST: blackbear, Drake are two of his go-tos, though the list is long QUOTE/SAYING: “Just do it.” boy bye SCENERY: nothing like overlooking a long wooden dock into a bright blue lake surrounded by trees  SCENT: cedar, sandalwood — anything kinda woody/musky ?? bless. SPORT: golf SPORTS TEAM: his father always rooted for the yankees, so he roots for the yankees TELEVISION SHOW: Mad Men WEATHER: cloudy with just a bit of sun peaking through, bright blue sky — not too hot, not too cold. VACATION DESTINATION: anywhere near a body of water, though he’s particularly fond of lake como in italy cause there’s a bit of everything ?? mountains, the lake, beautiful architecture, etc :’)

ATTITUDES

GREATEST DREAM: living that ‘american dream’ baby GREATEST FEAR: peaking in high school, being forgotten/not wanted (yet you push people away boii water u doing ?!), being vulnerable ... again there’s a long fucking list MOST AT EASE WHEN: in a fast car, living that reckless™ lifestyle LEAST AT EASE WHEN: realizing what a dumbass he is && having to apologize for it BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: getting into brown && columbia off some actual merit && not just money wow BIGGEST REGRET: not really being there for his dad near the end bc that would mean being vulnerable && saying goodbye coming on this fucking trip MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT: losing the student body president position to cassandra BIGGEST SECRET: which one you want honey ?? TOP PRIORITIES: for everything to stay the same  /  go back to the way it was  :) :( :) :(

Ben 10 OS OC: Jora Lockenky

*This only applies to the original series as I am doing a overhaul of Alien Force, Ultimate Alien, and Omniverse.

Name: Jora Marigold Lockenkey

Age: 9; late 30s (Ken 10 episode)

Species: Human

Physical Appearance

- Black curly hair in two pigtails

- Dark Brown eyes (visually represented by black irises)

- Deep brown skin and dark lips

- Pink t-shirt

- Cream colored shorts

- Beige sandals

- Assorted hairpins in designs like flowers, starfish, even food

- Has a boyish figure but is actually feminine

Personality

- Meek and soft-spoken

- Tends to get exasperated

- Very observant

- Compassionate but not to the extent of being a doormat

- Accepting of others

- Likes to tease but not in a mean-spirited way

- Surprisingly clever

- Self depreciating but not to the point of self-hate

- Bit of an oddball

Family

- Jeremy (father, alive)

- Mavis (mother, alive)

- Latasha (older sister, alive)

- Pattibelle (paternal cousin, alive)

Friends

- Ben and Gwen (sometimes)

Ben 10k timeline

- Kenny (future son, fanon)

- Miranda and Gloria (future twin daughters)

- Belle (future youngest daughter)

- Grandpa Max (future grandfather in law)

- Kendrix (alternate daughter)

Background

Jora is a young girl who is also on a road trip with her family the Lockenkys. On several occasions they cross paths with the Tennysons, with Jora tagging along Ben and Gwen whenever they have their adventures. The twist is that she knows Ben's secret identity but likes to pretend she doesn't. Over time she admits it and decided to help out more stopping bad guys by using her own strange powers for good. Eventually, she becomes a superhero in her home town named The Midnight Foilage.

Episodes (in order of season)

- Tourist Trap

- Framed

- Ken 10

- Ben 10 vs The Negative 10

Actually that's about it since I'm limiting the amount of chapters Jora appears in so she won't be a Spotlight Sue and it's episodes I've seen and remember. I might add more episodes later on but she won't appear in every single one.

Powers and Abilities

- Swamp Witch (basically earth, water, and plant manipulation)

- Rot Inducement

- Seasonal Affinity (autumn)

- Harvest Magic

- Control the rate of decay and at her strongest can even reverse the process

- Limitations are that she can't make inorganic matter decay, and her powers are limited based on the laws of nature and science. She also doesn't really use her powers for combat as a kid, preferring to trick the enemy rather than engage them directly. Not quite as skilled in raw magic as Gwen and other magic users.

Hobbies and Interests

- Fantasy novels

- Sketching

- Gardening

- Has a fascination with creepy things

- Costume design

- Red Delicious apples

- Vanilla cupcakes

- Black licorice

- Video games, mainly platformers and puzzle games

Pet Peeves and Least Favorite Things

- People making fun of her hobbies

- Getting confused for a boy

- Clashing colors

- Ugly costumes

- Irrationally strict authority (she doesn't mind authority but she hates people abusing their power)

- Being lied to

- People threatening her loved ones

- Getting involved in Ben and Gwen's arguments

- Her decaying powers acting up whenever she wants to eat fruits

- Messing up on her drawings

- Hypocrites

- Heights

- Breaking her nails

Misc

- If Jora was the star of her own show, her theme song would be Let's Just Live (RWBY) as the opening and Tobira wo Akete (Card Captor Sakura) as the ending theme. I don't watch the former but I do love both songs and feel that they could be good themes for her.

- Originally Jora was named Kaysha but I changed it to a name that fits the nature of her powers, as well as it's uniqueness and for the fact that I didn't want her nickname to sound similar to Kai.

- Jora and Ben are a couple because I do not like BenKai. Also, I think they might make a cute couple, much healthier than BenKai or any of Ben's relationships for that matter.

- Jora's name means "Autumn rain" in Hebrew

- It is unknown how Jora got her powers but she is not the only one in her family. Her cousin Pattibelle also has powers.

- Jora is technically an AU character since the Continuity is my fanmade one taking elements from UAF and Omniverse. So she would never exist in canon

- Jora took to wearing a beanie in her teen years before switching to a hippie headband by the time the 10k future rolls in

- Jora doesn't have an archnemesis*

- Jora believes that people can be redeemed. However, she doesn't believe in picking favorites and rather give the benefit of the doubt than giving certain people treatment, so she actively helps Elena and Sunny with their problems

- Jora eventually gets an animal familiar, a beetle named Beatrice

- Jora named herself the Midnight Foilage because she is mostly active at midnight and she foils the villains plans. It's also a pun on her power set.

- 10k!Jora looks like a stereotypical swamp witch but is actually very friendly if weird.

- Jora's favorite colors are black, pink, and orange

- Jora is tall for her age and towers over much of the cast as a young woman, before Ben got his growth spurt

- Jora's motif is the season fall, swamps, and fashion

- Jora designed the future characters' costumes

- Jora and her family are more like comic relief characters but unlike a lot of comic characters they actually have depth and development

- Jora's surname is a pun on the term "lock and key." This highlights her role as a Secret Keeper for the Tennysons as well as her deisre to keep her own weird powers a secret. It also refers to a glamoring spell Gwen gave her as a birthday gift where she uses a lock and key to shift into her Midnight Foilage form

- Jora is African American but I wanted to avoid the common tropes often associated with black women in the media (aka the Sassy Black Woman) which is why she has a more softer, gentler personality. Also her timid personality makes her stand out from the hammy boldness many Ben 10 characters tend to have.

- I left the origins of her powers unexplained because I wanted to be left to reader interpretation. I think a problem with Ben 10 was that some things SHOULD have been left unexplained for the sake of mystery or to allow the fans coming up with their own theories instead of trying to justify every paranormal occurrence as "aliens did it."

- Jora took sewing class just to make her own costumes. She also goes into thrift stores to find clothes that she can repurpose. All in all she has five variations of her costume

- For the sake of everyone's sanity, including my own, there will be no love triangle. Jora doesn't involve herself in that kind of mess nor does she see Ben as a trophy. If she thinks a love triangle is about to start she backs out immediately

- Jora is not afraid of many things actually. She does have a bit of a scaredy-cat reaction when she first encounters scary things but other than that she tries to keep her calm

* This might be subjected to change as I'm currently thinking on what (Original) villains she can fight

*** Decided to add some extra stuff about Jora to make her more fleshed out

**** Updated. Again.