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thehighladywrites · 1 month

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ACOTAR MEN X READER, “HE’S THE BEST BROTHER EVER”

ᡣ𐭩 summary: you prank them based on this | prank link

ᡣ𐭩 warnings: nsfw in cassian’s, crack

ᡣ𐭩 amara’s note: help this was so fun to make thank you for the req anon | based on this request

⊹ RHYSAND

"Rhys, come here! I'm making a cute video of us."

He practically runs to you, ensuring his clothes are smoothed out and his hair is laid to perfection.

You step back when you press the record button and then get closer to him, putting your hand on his abs.

"You see this man?" you say with an extra dose of possessiveness in your voice. "Yeah, if you wanna get to him, you have to go through me first."

Rhys looks down at you with a smirk, nodding proudly at the fact that you're claiming him for everyone to see.

Your hands travel from his abs to his neck as you bring him down for a long, sweet kiss.

He grabs your hips, pulling you closer for a heated makeout session, but you pull back before he can take it further

“He’s the best big brother ever in this world.”

Rhys immediately lets go of you, taking a step back with a horrified look before he desperately looks into the camera, then back to you, who can't keep from laughing.

"Out of all your practical jokes, this has got to be the worst one ever," Rhys protests, shaking his head. "No, I'm not her brother. We're mated, and what we do is very far away from sibling stuff."

He says the last bit to the camera with a broad smile, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

⊹ AZRIEL

"What should I say, sweetheart?" Azriel asks

"Nothing, Az. Just stand there and let me do the work," you reply affectionately.

"I've heard that one before," he says with a cocky grin.

You roll your eyes, suppressing a smile, as you press the record button.

He immediately draws closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. You smile up at him, mischief hidden behind your eyes.

“This man is mine, and if you want to get to him, you gotta go through me first, right?”

Azriel is filled with cringe and makes this face😲

“Oh! Um, yeah. That’s right.” he says, voice too high

Listen, he loves you but he is wondering how the fuck you’re not criniging out rn too. Like are you serious?

You squish his cheeks together and plant a dramatic, loud kiss on his lips.

“He is the best big brother ever.”

Azriel smiles, leaning in to kiss you again while casting a glance at the camera.

“No, she’s the best little sister ever.”

Your jaw drops at the sudden twist; he has stolen your prank.

“Damn it Az, you can’t let me have one thing?”

He shrugs, “Says the one with the incest prank.”

⊹ CASSIAN

“Cassie, just stand there, i’m going to record us. You don’t have to do anything, okay?”

“Alright, baby.”

You see Cassian behind you checking out your ass through the camera as you press record, backing into him

“Just a PSA, this is my man and if you wanna get to him, you gotta go through me first.” you said exaggerated with your hands on your hips before kissing him deeply

He smirked suspiciously before soaking up your posessivness. But before you could say your other line, he picked you up with one arm, throwing you over his sturdy shoulder as he walked over to your bed

“Wha- Cassian, we were recording!”

“Okay, we can keep recording. Make a fun little video, just the two of us.” he said with a low, lustfilled voice.

You didn’t even bother continuing the prank as you nodded, intrigued by making a whole different sort of video

You just prank him another time, right now you need big dick hot guy general massive wingspan big tattooed arms deep voice nice abs pullable hair daddy cassian (real asf)

⊹ LUCIEN

He already knows what you’re going to do but he plays along

You tug him to stand infront of your camera

The way he looks at you, makes you want to laugh but you bite your tongue

You pull him in closer by his forearm, holding him as you look into the camera

“This is my man so if you want him you will have to go though me first.”

Lucien supresses his smile at your attempt at a joke

“Yeah, you heard her,” he nods determined at the screen

You then pull him down and just as you’re about to kiss him you burst out laughing

Lucien tilts his down at you in mock confusion

“Is something funny? I thought i was the best brother ever, laughing at me isn’t very nice.”

Your eyes widen at him, jaw dropped. “No way, Luc, you knew?”

“Baby, i’m as chronically online as you are.”

⊹ ERIS

“What is this for?”

“For me, please just stand there and we’ll be good to go.”

He is a bit skeptical but listens nonetheless

“Very well. Go on, love.”

You press record and start the prank

“Hi guys, i just wanted to let you know that this is my man and if you ever wanna get to him you gotta go through me first.”

Eris looks at you a bit weird. He can’t take you seriously. The epitome of this face 😬

You grab his face and press a kiss to his lips. Eris warms at the action, smiling at you before his smile drop instantly

“He’s the best big brother ever.”

His entire face sours, a look of absolute disgust portraying his face.

“That right there is some Night Court shit.”

With that he simply leaves but not before scrunching his face in disbelief, sighing in disappointment

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crystallizedtwilight · 3 months

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Do the names LSBs parents gave them have any significance or meaning/reason they chosen those in particular?

ohhh !! One of my friends just asked me this !! (copies and pastes)

Lock - Eli (ee · lai)

Lock’s parents named him Eli because they were stealth hunters in the deep forests that stalked wild game, often by using trees to climb or hide. They valued things like swiftness, accuracy, and skill. Eli (meaning “elevated” or “high”) was a favorable name because, if one has the higher ground during a fight or hunt, they are at a favorable advantage. Fittingly, Lock has a natural tendency to climb to high perches—trees, roofs, anything elevated that helps him feel safe, hidden, and like he has the upper hand. He lives up to his name.

Shock - Amaranth; also called Amara or Amy by coven (a · mur · anth)

Shock’s coven bestowed her the most prosperous name they could think of. As witches, her coven saw the immense value in herbs and flowers as they were able to make powerful potions from them. They named her Amaranth (meaning “the unfading flower”). They hoped, with such a powerful name, she would grow up strong and resilient. Additionally, the nicknames they occasionally shortened Amaranth to— Amara (“everlasting”) and Amy (“beloved”)—also expressed their hope that Shock would live a full life always knowing she was loved.

Barrel - Brayden (bray · den)

Barrel was named Brayden (meaning “broad" or "broad valley”) because it is a name that references the Earth. Since ghouls make their life by digging into the earth, burrowing into grave soil, descending into tombs and re-making small "valleys" of their own, they thought it was fitting for Barrel to have a sturdy name that connected him to the earth somehow. To dig a "broad valley" meant he would would prosper as a hearty, nourished ghoul.

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swaps55 · 11 months

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The Fusion of Stars

@katerinaalianovamindin asked about Kaidan's response to Sam's Lazarus scarring. So I wrote a thing, loosely inspired by this stunning art of Daggertongue's Amara Shepard.

“It’s like starlight,” Kaidan says, running gentle fingers down the scars crosshatching Shepard's ribs. In the dark of his cabin, they gleam with pale light.

Shepard scoffs. “Hardly. Lawson said it was a side effect of the biosynthetic fusion.”

“Fusion, huh. What do you think makes stars shine?”

“If you give me a lecture about physics and nuclear fusion, I'll dunk your head in the fish tank.”

Kaidan cranes his neck to look over at the tank, where a jellyfish bobs in the corner and a sunfish darts through some seaweed. “You really think you could fit my head in that gap.”

“We could find out.”

“I think you’re trying to distract me from complimenting your starlight.”

“That’s because it’s not starlight. I’m more like Frankenstein’s night light.”

Kaidan lays his head on Shepard’s chest, fingers resuming their exploration. The scarring runs down most of Shepard’s left side. Ribs. Thigh. Hidden against the sheets, there’s a small rift across his right scapula, too, like a constellation etched right into his skin.

“It really bothers you, doesn’t it?”

Shepard shrugs the shoulder not trapped under Kaidan’s head. “No. Yes. I don’t know. I just…”

Kaidan waits for him to put his thoughts together, prodding gently when he gets too stuck in his head to actually get them out.

“Just what?”

“They aren’t mine,” he says finally. “They’re Cerberus’ scars. I didn’t get a say in it. The old me didn’t cut it, so they had to cook up something better in a lab. You think I’m joking but Frankenstein’s monster isn’t that far-fetched.”

“The new you is still the old you. And Cerberus thought you were so instrumental to the survival of humanity that they performed an actual act of god to bring you back.”

“Never believed in god.”

“No. You believe in the stars. You were born in them. Hell, you were born in the very star I used to look at through a telescope when I was a kid.”

“Died in them, too.”

“You are really hard to compliment sometimes, you know that?”

Shepard huffs. “Sorry. This past year…really sucked.”

“I know,” Kaidan says quietly, trying not to think about the last three. But those two years will never exist for Shepard, and right now, pointing that out will only hurt them both.

Instead, Kaidan traces the fractured skin along Shepard's cheek with his lips. “The creation of stars is violent, destructive, even terrible,” he murmurs between kisses. “But that doesn't make the star itself any less beautiful.”

Shepard gazes at him, running tender fingers in Kaidan's hair. “How do you do that? How do you always find the good in something?”

Because it’s you.

“All the years I’ve known you, I’ve always seen this.” Kaidan caresses the gleam over Shepard’s ribs with feather-light fingers. Shepard jumps – Cerberus didn’t change the spots where he’s ticklish – and then tugs Kaidan closer to him. “You’ve always been a star in the sky I thought I could never reach. But then you chose me. And after I lost you…you came back to me.”

“Your very own glowstick,” Shepard says, lopsided smile on his face.

Kaidan swirls the gravity well. Shepard’s biotic field hums in response. “You’ve always been a glowstick. Brighter than anything Cerberus could ever do to you.”

Shepard’s corona kindles, like a swish of silk under Kaidan’s skin. “Yeah, but I can turn that off. These?” He cups the marks on his own chin with his fingers. “Not so much.”

“Just means I can find you whenever you get lost in the dark.” Kaidan wraps an arm around Shepard and buries his nose against his neck. “You’re no one’s monster. You’re mine. And I love you.”

Shepard exhales, content. “There are perks to resurrection, I guess. Like getting to hear you say that again.”

“I love you,” Kaidan repeats.

“Mmmm.”

“You do make a good nightlight, though.”

Shepard snickers and rolls them over, pinning Kaidan to the mattress. Kaidan gazes up at him, reveling in the whisper of his biotic field.

You have no idea how beautiful you are, Kaidan thinks. You never have.

He strokes Shepards cheek, where the light breaks through. “I don’t care what made you. Cerberus. God. The fusion of stars. You’re here. In my arms. To hell with the rest.”

“The way you say it almost makes me believe it.”

Kaidan pulls Shepard down to him and whispers in his ear. “C’mere and I’ll prove it.”

Shepard sighs against him, warm, solid, real, with a heart beating strong and steady under Kaidan’s palm. Mine, Kaidan thinks. The light and the dark, the broken and beautiful. He wants all of it, wherever it leads.

He strokes the scars that Cerberus gave them with reverent fingers, and Shepard arcs into the touch.

#mass effect #mshenko #kaidan alenko #otp: after all this time #my fic #opus!verse

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ash-shark · 16 days

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★ I want to talk about my Oc today ★

You guys might be sick of her, srry T-T

Muchacha Amara/Muchamara/ShaoJr

(Everything written here are fan stories and headcanons. Please don't take it too seriously and enjoy yourself.)

★ She is the biological daughter of Shao Kahn and Sindel, although Shao Kahn raised her from infancy himself, he wants her to remain in the background, even deliberately separating her from the public eye, he wants her to remain hidden. She grew up never knowing Kitana because Shao Kahn kept his experiences with Kitana a secret from her, so Muchacha always saw her father as trustworthy and doing what was best for his family.

★ Unlike most people, she wanted to be a General, not a Kahn. Since she did not like to deal with the people, she devoted herself to becoming a general and her first goal was to kill General Kotal when she became a real warrior. Likewise, she refused to become a woman ninja. Since her family could not take care of her when she was a child, she grew up under the control of General Kotal, and therefore she became dependent on General Kotal's attention. She had a love mixture of hatred and love for General Kotal. She wanted to marry General Kotal when she became a warrior, but General Kotal opposed this with violence, because he was aware of how unstable Muchacha was and he knew that she would kill him because of her desire to become a General after marriage.

★ Muchacha always looked at women older than her as idols, in fact Sheeva and Jade were her biggest idols.

★ She was obsessed with being a perfect princess because she was looking for a life partner who would support her in her rule, unfortunately no one agreed to marry her. She felt left out in this regard.

★ Appearance: She has a large build (maybe you could call it a curvy, square body shape or chubby, idk), she's 5'5 feet, she's 18-20 years old, Although she is not a full gyaru girl, her behavior and some of her accessories are inspired by gyaru style. She has red pupils similar to dragon eyes, and her pupils dilate when emotional changes occur. She prefers colors that are a mixture of red and purple because red represents Shao Kahn and purple represents Sindel. She's using kris blade and kris knives as a personal weapon. She wears sandals because she cannot walk in high heels.

★ Personality: Even though she is hungry, fame-loving, jealous, wild, cruel and foolish, she loves her loved ones like a child (because of traumas?). She tries to compensate for her lack of self-confidence by constantly praising herself. Has an attraction to strong men and women (she loves womans more to be honest 👀)

[SPOILER]

★ Death: She dies from blood loss when her face is ripped off while trying to make her father proud.

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aller-geez · 1 month

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Get to know: Onyx Mintz

(Owned by @thekinkyleopard )

18 (109; dead for 91 years) // GenderFluid // He/They/She // Asexual // Half Elf Ghost

Full name: Onyx Mintz

Nickname: Ony, Yix

Date Of Birth: unknown

Big Three: Cancer 🌞 Cancer 🌙 Cancer ↗️

Physical Appearance —

Age: 109 years old. (Died at 18)

Eye Color: fully white

Hair Color: Pale purple and green

Weight: weightless

Height: 5’4

Race: Half Elf Spirit

Distinguishing Marks or Characteristics: usually wears two peach colored clips in their hair, large scar over their left eye, as well as their throat, snake bite piercings, and a nose piercing on the left side.

Personality —

Greatest Strength: Their empathetic nature to understand everyone and everything

Greatest Weakness: Their inability to be kind or understand themselves

Soft Spot: Amara, animals, Zeroh, their mother

Mannerisms/Traits: shy, emotional, twitchy, bases all their choices and decisions upon Zeroh and Amara’s approvals

Miscellaneous Trivia —

Onyx really loves chess, it was their favorite game to play, their mom taught them and they used to play together when they were a kid

Onyx’s pronouns typically change between whatever gender they’re representing that day. As they’re not tied to a mortal flesh they can easily transform their body to the gender representation of their choosing

Onyx loves birds, one reason they become so attached to Amara is because they’ve always had a strong connection to them, they used to often feed the local park pigeons and crows on Sunday afternoons before their death

Onyx’s death was violent, and traumatic, their spirit stayed behind because before the elf passed they had no idea who they were or what they even desired in life, feeling incomplete, unfinished and unsatisfied. So long as Onyx never finds the answers to these questions, they’re stuck on the mortal plane for the rest of eternity.

Normally, Onyx can’t really be bothered for sex, or sexual attractions since they’re dead and have no real blood flow, but upon connecting with Zeroh, and being exposed to his sneezes, they find themselves feeling sexual attraction again.

Sneeze Content —

ALLERGIES/TRIGGERS

Dust

Being walked through

Mold

How severe are they?

Severe when exposed to triggers but it’s a quick one, two maybe three, and then they’re done

Do they get sick often?

No, they’re dead, they don’t really have an immune system. That doesn’t mean anything next to a Remi cold though.

How bad is it usually?

Pretty bad, puts them out of commission, they don’t really understand what alien virus that wolf carries, but it can knock them right off their feet

Do they stifle?

No, they’re incapable of knowing when a sneeze is coming it just sort of blasts out of them quickly

How loud are their sneezes?

Loud to Zeroh and Amara and Syphus, but no one else because they only reveal themselves naturally to those 3. Any other instance of them sneezing they’d do hidden in the veil. (Alistar and Kanai can see them through the veil)

What do they sneeze into?

The open air like a sicko 😏

How often do they sneeze?

Whenever presented by a trigger

How many times do they sneeze in a fit?

2 times at most 3

Do they have build-ups or are they sudden?

Sudden

Do they sneeze in public?

Nope, they’ve got a natural cover; The Veil

Some examples of their sneezes?

hIH’IKTSHhh’uuh!

hh'kTShuhhH!

hh'ItChUhhH!

hh’kTShuhHh!

Backstory —

Onyx was born to a teen mom, Lorna Mintz Fitzgerald (Mintz was her maiden name and the surname she gave Onyx) in 1913. One of several women in her decade to be “sold” off, to her own father’s best friend. She was 16 and the man was 37. Forced to wed and carry his spawn before he was shipped off to the war, a slight bright side to Lorna’s new, forced life. They lived a rather comfortable existence, everything paid for through her husband’s services in the military. She and Onyx were close, and despite her young age, she was an attentive and loving mother. Supportive. They were best friends even into his young adulthood, where things started to get muddy. Onyx loved gender expression, they would often dress up in their mother’s clothes and use her makeup and go out on the town with their friends in such attire. Lorna never wavered. With all the love she had in the world, it went to Onyx, and home was always a safe place. Only a mere two weeks after Onyx’s 18th birthday, he was on his way home after having been out drinking with friends, dressed rather flamboyantly that night. Inhibitions out the window, the sense of self preservation burnt to a crisp, didn’t even register for a moment they’d been followed home. *TRIGGER WARNING* what proceeded that night was a series of horrific events after another. After the group of men broke in after Onyx, they tied them up and made him witness horrific things being done to his mother, only to switch her places and be forced to watch as they did the same to Onyx but instead in a string of slurs and violent assaults, murdered the young elf in cold blood to punish her for allowing Onyx to experiment with gender and sexuality. For trying to give them the space to discover who they were. She tried, and after they left, after Onyx’s death, she locked herself away in that house. She made attempt after attempt to communicate with the lost soul of her child that she knew wandered the walls of their domicile. She pleaded with the gods, tried to beg the devils, but Onyx was always there to make sure his mother /lived/. Ignoring her pleas, her calls, her cries. If she knew he was there, if she knew she could be with him, so he wasn’t alone, she would. So he stayed there with a metaphorical brick wall between him and his best friend, until one night, when she turned 93, a very tall, interesting looking man entered their home. Shyly, Onyx had watched from the shadows though immediately seen by the raven he arrived with. It was when the tall man reached to place a hand upon her that Onyx cried out to him. Pleading with him to stop but Zeroh explained, it was simply her time. Understanding immediately the weight of the situation, Zeroh thought it may help Onyx pass over if they came with Lorna and him, to the light. So, they all went together. And Lorna held her child for the last time, apologized for not protecting him, and was able to pass peacefully through the veil, but still Onyx stayed behind. “Please, don’t make me go back there alone…” the ghost begged of the reaper, who eventually sighed and nodded. Accepting their new journey together.

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whumpsoda · 1 month

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You're evil LMAO

Genevieve finding a ring in Nevan's stuff a while later and just thinking 'well damn'. Obviously a bit more distraught than that but yknow

WOHEO Masterlist

YES I AM >:)

cw: implied/referenced kidnapping

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A box.

A box with a ring, one that glimmered and glittered in sunlight, one coated with the sugary, honeydew warmth of his love. Sure, it was cheap and gaudy, but he bought it. He bought it for her, pouring his heart into a purchase he knew she would cherish no matter the look of it. A gift she would wear every day, 24/7, until the day she died.

A gift he never got to give.

Genevieve slumped onto their- her- bed, one hand over the leather box and the other twirling the ring between nimble fingers. She studied it intensely, thinking and thinking and thinking.

When did he plan on doing it? Kneeling down in front of her, widening the box open and showing it off until she instantly gushed and burst into flowing tears, hollering yes, yes, yes!

Obviously it was going to happen. Maybe it was soon, maybe it was a long way away. It didn’t really matter anymore, though, considering a missing man couldn’t propose.

Not a dead man.

What would it have felt like to plan a wedding, she wondered. To buy a dress Nevan couldn’t see until the long awaited date, to buy and shop for decorations, shoes, get all done up and have her very own bachelorette party.

What would it have felt like to walk down the aisle? Arms intertwined with Nevan’s father, the seats reserved for her own parents barren and devoid of them, their invitations never sent.

How would it have felt to read her vows? To recite the ones she’d written for him all the way back in high school, just knowing such a day would eventually come? To see him grin, toothy and wide as he giggled, holding back his silly teases as tears pricked his deep, brown eyes?

She chuckled, sorrowful and strained. He’d hidden it in such an obvious place, too. Right behind her shoe rack. Hers! How she’d never found it before then was beyond her, and why he’d ever thought to put it there was as well. Maybe it was because he just knew she rarely wore more than one pair of sneakers, and would never notice it.

Nevan just knew her.

He knew that as a kid she doodled little monsters in the margins of her papers when bored, he knew she only ever ate anchovies and bacon on her pizza, and he knew she still slept with a night light because she was still afraid of the dark. Among so much more, he knew her.

And he knew that she would say yes.

Would have said yes.

Genevieve gently slipped the jewelry over her ring finger, and it gleamed with little reflections of rainbows as it moved. Just right.

Just right.

But it couldn’t be just right, because he hadn’t given it to her. Because he wasn’t even there to laugh about how she’d found it and just propose anyways. He wasn’t there.

She stared at it, just before slipping it off once again. She wiped her eyes, rubbing the tears out of them before she would break. She could cry later. Amara needed her then. Placing the ring back to its intended box she smiled, lightly, content with herself.

She would wait. She would put it back where she discovered it, and when he came back he would propose and everything would be just as perfect as when he left. She could wait. She would wait, as long as she needed to till she found him. And then she would never let go of that ring unless it was pried from her cold, dead hands. Everything would be just fine. She could feel it.

Nevan was out there, and Genevieve would find him.

No matter…

No matter who he was when she did.

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izzielil · 1 year

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🔞 UNDER 18s do not Interact 🔞

🍼ABDL / Little / Diaper Images Ahead 🧸

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Sarah & David - Caretaker / Mommy / Daddy Kira - Little / ABDL Amara - Friend / Unconfirmed Little

All Characters shown in this story are 18+

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The cozy café bustled with the sounds of clinking dishes and the soft murmur of conversation. Kira and her mommy and daddy settled into a corner table, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. They perused the menu, their anticipation of a delightful meal mingling with the warmth of their surroundings.

As they awaited their orders, Kira's eyes lit up with excitement when she spotted her dear friend, Amara, sitting at a nearby table. A grin spread across her face, and with a hopeful glance towards her caretakers, she sought their approval to join her friend.

Her mommy nods, speaking "Go on baby, you can say hello to your friend."

Kira made her way over to Amara's table, her heart pounding with both joy and a tinge of worry. They exchanged warm greetings, but Amara couldn't help but notice a slight unease in Kira's demeanor. Having spoken to each other on a regular basis.

Concerned, Amara leaned in and whispered softly, "Kira, is everything alright? You seem a little... different today."

Blushing and trying to hide her growing discomfort, Kira replied with a touch of cuteness, her words tinged with innocence, "Oh, I'm okay, really! Just, um... super-duper excited for my food!"

Kira's mommy and dad, observing their little from a distance, couldn't help but chuckle softly, their hearts filled with love and admiration for her precious attempt to divert attention. Her daddy just watching curiously. They both knew the signs of the rosy hue on her cheeks and the hidden dances she did with her fingers.

As the conversation between Kira and Amara continued, the café buzzed with a delightful ambiance. The clinking of cups and plates, along with the gentle murmurs of conversation, provided a comforting backdrop to their interaction. Kira's caretakers, from their vantage point, watched their little closely, ready to step in if she called.

Amidst the exchange of stories and laughter, Kira's need to use her diaper became more pressing. She squirmed in her seat, her face reddening with embarrassment. Trying to hide her discomfort from her friend, she shifted her position, praying that her actions wouldn't be noticed.

With each passing moment, Kira's struggle became more apparent. Her urgency grew, but she hesitated to leave her friend's side, afraid of causing a disruption or drawing attention.

Her caretakers, fully aware of her predicament, chuckled at her cuteness from afar.

As Kira fought to conceal her needs, Amara couldn't help but sense that something was amiss. She furrowed her brow, her gaze lingering on her friend with growing suspicion.

Kira, caught off guard, tried to reassure her, her voice revealing a mix of innocence dependence on her mommy and daddy, "Don't worry, Amara. I'm okay... just... really, really excited for my food!"

However, Kira's urgency to use her diaper became increasingly undeniable. She squirmed in her seat, her face turning a shade of crimson. Determined to conceal her discomfort from her friend, she discreetly placed her hands between her legs, her eyes darting nervously under the table.

Amara, growing more suspicious, couldn't help but notice Kira's flushed face and fidgeting movements. The puzzle pieces started to come together, and Kira's attempts to hide her needs began to unravel.

Suddenly, Kira's face filled with a mixture of embarrassment and realization. She glanced down and noticed her diaper filling with that familiar warmness, her cheeks burning with humiliation. Overwhelmed, she hastily excused herself from the table, rushing back to the comforting embrace of her mommy and daddy.

As Kira runs back to her mommy and daddy, her face flushed with embarrassment, her mother gently takes her by the hand and leads her towards the baby changing room.

"Amara darling would you like to come help me change Baby Kira?"

Amara, still curious about what happened, hesitates for a moment before agreeing to follow them. Inside the changing room, Kira's mother sets up a changing station and invites her friend to observe.

Kira , feeling a mix of shyness and trust, quietly accepts the pacifier her mother offers her, finding comfort in its familiar presence. Her friend watches with a mix of curiosity and empathy

Kira's mommy carefully removes the wet diaper, taking extra care to keep her baby comfortable throughout the process not forgetting the extra boop of the nose. She wipes Kira's sensitive skin with a warm, damp cloth, taking extra care to wipe her little clean.

However, as Kira's mother reaches for the diaper powder, she realizes that she forgot to bring into the changing room with her. She pauses for a moment, a hint of concern crossing her face.

"Amara darling would you watch Kira whilst I go get the powder of David for me?"

Amara going a little red nods in agreement "Yes Kira will be safe with me!"

Leaving the changing room Kiras face grew red as she laid naked on the changing table in front of Amara, Amaras curiosity getting the better of her. As she now came closer to explore the products around Kira. "You look so cute, and this seems kinda fun."

Amara finished saying this as Sarah made her way back into the changing room smiling at the two as she came over to inspect her little one. "I hope she wasn't being too much of a fuss pot she is a little upset with her potty journey..."

"She was perfect Miss Sarah!" Amara took a step back her ginger hair jumping as she did so. As she eagerly took a spot to observe further.

Finally Sarah began to slowly rub the powder around Kira, Kira giggling as she rubbed it on her tushy

Amara, still observing, notices the momentary pause and the extra attention given to the diaper adjustment. The unspoken bond between Kira and her mommy is evident, as Kira's mother goes above and beyond to ensure her daughter's comfort and well-being.

Once the diaper change is complete, Kira's mother stands her up, giving her a final, loving hug, kiss on the cheek and a little smack off the padded bottom.

After completing the diaper change, Kira's mother notices that Kira's friend has a hesitant expression on her face. Sensing her discomfort,

Amara goes red from the thought of even saying what she is about to "Could- could- you help me go to the toilet Miss Sarah?"

Sarah smiling with a sharpish grin nods She turns to Kira "Come now Kira you must see how a big girl uses the potty..."

Kira watches as her mommy walks Amara over to the toilet.

Sarah smiled towards Amara as she gestures her to lift her arms up. "Arms up!"

Amara listening to Sarah's command raising her arms as Sarah removed her top before finally unzipping her trousers revealing her pink undies.

Sarah gave a small chuckle goes to slowly lower Amara panties placing them on the floor.

"I love your little panties Amara, you are adorable." Amara stood naked as Sarah's surprisingly cold hands grasped her waist going to sit her on the toilet.

Amara grasping her ginger braids, went red as she waited for Sarah's command Kira watching unsure what to say.

"Go on then darling you can make pee pee." As Sarah said this her cold hands moved further up her legs as Amara begin urinating into the toilet. A small smile forming on Sarah's face.

To be continued in Story 8....

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shallowseeker · 8 months

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Gosh, Chuck really set up Amara to trust Dean and then lose hope, didn't he?

What a cosmic dick!

The truth is: Amara's love was an immature love, a love of childhood, and even a little like Harper Sayles. In her own way, she's struggling with the Idealization of Apple Pie and the Romanticized Notion of the White Picket Fence.

In season 8, when Dean was reeling from total 24/7-360-degree war and the uncomfortable grayness of real-world civilian life, he too became fixated on an unobtainable concept of love (and people) as something that will never let you down.

In season 15, we find Amara dressed in vibrant hues and exploring life. And it's lovely that Amara has gained so much wisdom in her time spent individuating.

She encourages Chuck to see meaning in his creation. She lectures Dean about how "now is always better than then." She laments the loss of the opportunity to get to know Jack.

However, she's not integrated in terms of how she conceptualizes love, and in particular, she speaks of Dean in always-or-never statements.

AMARA: Like I told you when we first met, you and I will always help each other.

On accepting the wholeness of life, we can turn to Buddhist teacher Pema Chödrön, who wrote in her deeply insightful book When Things Fall Apart:

“We think that the point is to pass the test or to overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don’t really get solved. They come together and they fall apart. Then they come together again and fall apart again. It’s just like that. The healing comes from letting there be room for all of this to happen: room for grief, for relief, for misery, for joy.

Amara is a long, long way from the disillusionment necessary to truly see another person as a complex individual. She's a long way from the mature disillusionment-and-choosing of real relationships.

In season 15, it's even more of a contrast than usual, as it's flanked by the disagreement-and-repair spousal dynamic that characterizes Dean-and-Cas. Dean became disillusioned with Cas as early as season 4, when Cas and Uriel attacked Anna and especially so in season 6 during the Angelic Civil War. Cas became disillusioned with Dean as early as Dean giving in to Michael in season 5.

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Chuck eases Amara into thinking that her love connection is real, in exactly the way she had conceptualized it:

CHUCK: The Winchesters have gotten to you, huh? Figures-- you and Dean have that whole weird... thing. AMARA (an awed, wondering smile): That wasn't you? Writing? CHUCK: Ugh! Not that part. Gross. Amara gives another, privately pleased little smile.

Then, once the plan he knows is brewing springs into action, he in turn snaps his jaws shut on her. He'd been grooming her for hopelessness and slaughter all along. And so, he consumes her.

AMARA: No, but... but Dean can't hurt me. CHUCK: No, but he can lie to you. He could send you into the meat grinder with a wink and a smile.

He capitalizes on and then leverages her naivete to cannibalize her. He cuts off her development in order to use her as fuel. "She's in here somewhere," is so ominous. It calls to mind how Amara talked about the beings she devoured, not an egalitarian shared mind-space of equals.

CHUCK: Look, I get it. You wanted him to care about you, but humans... they'll break your heart every time.

Chuck thrives on hopelessness.

#chuck & amara #spn amara #amara is the hidden love #amor #the darkness #Angra Mainyu #spn gods who eat souls #amara + soul eater #cosmic hierachy #amara as apex predator #chuck shurley #spn chuck #spn god #spn the light #spn season 15

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𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲

CHAPTER ONE. Into Quietus

A Fallout Fanfiction, Pre-Fallout 4 "For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me."

Word Count: 2448 words

Summary. Born into the cruelty of the wasteland, rather than the safety of a settlement that some had been handed the privilege of, Arden Flores was born only knowing to fight. When her father finally worked up the courage to flee with his daughter from the raider gang she had been raised in, Arden was forced to learn civility behind the walls of Diamond City.

Civility never came naturally to her, not in the way it seemed to come to her father, and so Arden found herself suffocated behind those walls, almost wishing for a Super Mutant ambush or another nuclear bomb - anything to free her from what she was supposed to believe was a better life for her.

When the only person who'd ever shown her love is killed by her own bravado, Arden finds herself in a new town, where civility is a long forgotten memory and that nuclear bomb she'd wished upon would be the kindest fate.

A/N. As promised, here's the fic I've had hidden away for some time now, despite mentioning it months ago. I do have about seven chapters ready to be posted when and where I can, but they'll all definitely require some editing, because the Google Doc somehow dates back to 2021? As for Arden, I do think she's a very difficult character to like, because given her backstory, I didn't want her to come off as this perfect person. You might dislike her at first, you might hate her the whole way through and that's okay! It just means I did a good job at writing her. She'll always have a special place in my heart, but I definitely go back and forth on her myself.

Arden Flores had killed before. She remembered her first kill all too vividly, her mother had just taught her how to use a gun, much to her father’s dismay. She was a natural, something her mother had said with pride Arden had never received from her since that day, so it was only fitting that Amara Murdock would take her daughter on her first raid two weeks later. Her first kill was a young boy, older than her by only a few years, too busy mourning his murdered parents to plead for his life. Arden had a black eye for three weeks after she tried to refuse and the pride her mother had felt was gone as soon as it had come about - she was barely seven years old at the time and it was the first of many signs that her mother was a monster.

Killing became easier after that, not wanting to disappoint Amara again and wanting to avoid getting hurt again. Murder was a common practice among the Murdock Raiders and Arden was no different, being born into the violence. Arden was fourteen when her father finally worked up the courage to escape with her in the night, filled with hopes of a city in the heart of what once was Boston - the Great Green Jewel, he called it. She’d never had a real home before, her mother’s gang moved around a lot and she followed, like the dutiful daughter she always had to be. Home sounded nice on paper, a chance to be a child and start anew, but beginning all over again was never as easy as her dad had made it seem.

The journey to Diamond City was a long one, looking back on it, Arden figured they were lucky to have survived it. But it came with a price, one that David Flores had paid so selflessly. While radiation had constantly been a problem, it was only now that Arden had realised the severity of it. David had refused to let Arden share the little RadAway they had and by time they’d made it to Diamond City, he was a freshly turned Ghoul. Despite his rather terrifying new appearance, he seemed to fit in with the settlement incredibly well, too well. Arden, on the other hand, could never find a place within her so-called new home, she hated the kids she went to school with, she hated the residents that looked down upon her and she especially hated the ones who tried to sympathise with her, knowing where she’d come from and excluding her father, there were about four people she could tolerate around the city. She wasn’t cut out for a quiet life and everything within her screamed for something more than Diamond City, but Dad was all she had, she had nobody else to turn to.

Eventually, it appeared that David stopped fitting in with Diamond City, the same way his daughter did. Mankind for McDonough was the end of the peaceful life he’d become accustomed to. The campaign had been started by Guy McDonough, one that advocated for anything not human to be kicked out of Diamond City, but of course, it was mostly the Ghouls that got targeted. One by one, families had been sent away from their homes, left to fend for themselves in the unforgiving wastelands Arden was well acquainted with. A Ghoul himself, David was on the hit list of every self-entitled resident in Diamond City, not forgetting the newly minted Mayor McDonough.

For weeks now, McDonough had been trying to get him and Arden to pack up their things and find somewhere else to live. According to him, there was no place in Diamond City for someone like him, “a walking corpse”, even if he did have a sixteen year old daughter he wanted to keep safe within the walls. They’d gone back and forth arguing about it ever since McDonough had been elected. Arden wasn’t blind to it all, she never really had been the type of child you could tell a comforting lie to, she knew that any day now, they’d be exiled from the city. David had to cave in eventually, even if he didn’t want to leave.

That had been the plan until Arden had taken a life again, for the first time in two years. One of the Diamond City guards had practically barged into their house, making threats and demanding they leave the settlement. Hearing someone speak to her father like that was enough for the same brutal, animalistic instinct that she’d been conditioned into having to take over. The feeling hadn’t changed at all, the same rush of anger you got before you pulled the trigger, the morbid satisfaction right after watching the bullet zip out the gun, claiming its victim and then the adrenaline would wear off, leaving you with a strangely guilty emptiness as you realised just what you’d done.

Dad had decided he’d take the blame and he still hadn’t come home.

There was an urgent knock on the door, the type you heard right before opening up to see the Children of Atom asking for donations or a Diamond City guard asking why you’d been outside the walls past curfew, drinking beer with your boyfriend. Both situations were all too familiar to Arden, but she figured those days were long gone now and in an odd way, she’d miss them. Besides, she’d probably have to break it off with Hawthorne too, not that she really minded much, she never saw it working out in the long run - even if her father seemed to like him.

“Arden, it’s John McDonough. Open up.” That definitely wasn’t a cult asking for donations. In fact, she’d probably prefer the Children of Atom right about now. Mayor McDonough’s brother, what the hell was he doing here?

Truth be told, she’d never really spoken to John before and she had no intentions to make a start. From what she heard, he spent most of his time off in Goodneighbor getting high, but he was just as bad as the rest of his family. Arden could only hope he’d disappear as quickly as he’d shown up, she really wasn’t in the mood for anyone right now. Her dad was her main priority, he was taking the blame for her on a murder, she couldn’t think about anything else.

“I know you’re in there, kid.” John was still outside. Arden fought back the urge to groan in annoyance, clearly he didn’t know how to take a hint. “Look, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important, just let me in.”

She didn’t get much of a chance to respond, what with John almost immediately unlocking the door himself. Arden’s actions spoke louder than anything and he was quickly greeted with a rifle aimed at his face - the same one she’d used to kill the guard. “Get the fuck out of my house.” She ordered in a low tone, she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to kill someone else today, but she was on edge and having an intruder wasn’t helping.

John didn’t have much choice but to lift his hands up in surrender, although he seemed more adamant on getting her to drop the weapon. “Woah, relax, the key was under the mat.” He explained briefly, slowly tossing the spare key to her feet, a soft jangle filling the room as it hit the floor. “I wanted to get here before security did.”

Rolling her eyes, Arden placed the rifle down on the table. He was harmless, really, probably still coming down from his last high - she knew his kind after all. “Well, I don’t even know you, McDonough.” She pointed out, “So what’s so important that you had to break in to tell me?”

He let out a sigh, “It’s about your dad.”

This piqued her interest. David had been gone for about an hour now and between pacing up and down the house, Arden had half been considering going out to see where he was. “Just tell me how long they’re gonna keep him in jail for.” She assumed his confession of murder was past the point of him having a bail now. She didn’t mind fending for herself for a few days, she was capable and Dad knew that, but when it was her that should’ve been going to confess for the crime she committed? She couldn’t help but feel a little guilty.

The look on John’s face said enough, but she didn’t want to believe it - she couldn’t. “Arden, you, uh . . You might wanna sit down for this.” He suggested hesitantly and she could tell he wanted to avoid this as much as she did. “They didn’t arrest your dad. Between the murder and refusing to leave town, Guy said he’d done too much to harm the city. He was executed.”

No. He had to be lying, he had to be.

“Fuck you.” The words flew out of Arden’s mouth before she could fully comprehend what she’d been told. Her dad was all she had in the world and she refused to believe it would end like this, not when it was her fault that guard was dead, not when she’d been such a terrible daughter. “You’re a liar, you and your brother both.”

He was taken aback by her reaction, understandably so, he hadn’t expected telling her to go down this way. “I wouldn’t lie to you about that.” He insisted, almost offended she’d even consider him capable of something like that. “I’m sorry, I really am, but he’s gone.”

Arden knew he was right, of course she knew he was right. As much as she wanted to deny the truth, it was painfully clear that this wasn’t something she could push to the side. It was strange, for someone who’d already lived such a tragic life, to realise but she’d never really lost someone she’d loved before and she hated how it made her feel.

She’d never been the type of child to cry when things didn’t go her way, she’d never been allowed to cry growing up and if anything, she wasn’t sure she knew how. It was another thing she had Amara to thank for.

But if she was still with her mother and the rest of the gang now, would this have even happened? Her childhood as a raider had been a blur of blood and chems, but there was a part of her deep down, one that betrayed her late father’s morals, that dared to question if that life had been better for them. Maybe the bruises and scars would’ve been worth it, if she hadn’t known anything else, like she did now.

“So what? I’m next, is that it?” Arden shot back, her voice filled with nothing but bitterness and spite. It was better than giving anyone the satisfaction of her heartbreak, of the irreparable pain that threatened to consume her, “I can’t stay here.”

She hadn’t mentioned it to her father at the time, but Arden was certain they wouldn’t be sticking around Diamond City for much longer. David Flores had always been an optimist, the only thing Arden had ever irked Arden when it came to him, convinced they wouldn’t really be torn from their home; what good that blinding optimism had done for him now.

For a while, she’d been secretly putting her things together, to save time when the day inevitably came around - it was that day now.

John seemed taken aback by her words, as though he couldn’t imagine his brother was really a killer, he was in denial and so was she. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d make it to the gate and Dad would be waiting for her, it was the only thing keeping her somewhat sane.

“I know a place you can go, ain’t far from here. It’s not.. Well, it’s not as big or protected as here, but it’s the next best settlement in the area, if you ask me.” John informed her, perhaps the first bit of good news she’d heard all day, not that retreating to life in a city sounded appealing to her, but she needed somewhere for now. “The other ghouls that got kicked out? They’re there too.”

Arden slung her bag over her shoulder, she didn’t have much to bring with her but that didn’t really bother her. After all, most of the stuff in her house belonged to her father. He’d been the one who’d wanted to settle down, as for Arden? She always felt this was too good to be true. “Fine, just give me a map and I can figure it out myself.” She stated, holding her hand out.

He shook his head, much to her dismay, “You’re not gonna need a map.” John clarified, causing her to arch an eyebrow at him until he continued, “I’m going too.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Arden let out a scoff, crossing her arms. It was hard to have patience towards the brother of the man who’d killed your father, “I’m not your problem, I don’t need you to hold my hand. Give me a map and fuck off, I’ll go by myself.”

John was fed up already, she could tell and she hoped it meant he’d give in and leave her alone. “I’m going there anyway, you might as well come with me.” He insisted, although Arden wasn’t entirely sure that she bought it. “I could use someone watching my back.”

It was a pathetic attempt at convincing her, yet she had nowhere else to go and nobody to turn to - in a strange sense, it worked. Arden rolled her eyes, “What? Your brother taking up too much space in the Upper Stands?” She remarked.

“He’s not my brother anymore.” John responded shortly, he sighed almost inaudibly. A part of Arden was still almost hoping he’d give up trying to help her, “Let’s just go before it gets dark, alright? I don’t feel like taking my chances against a bunch of mutants if I can’t see them.”

She took one final glance around the only place she’d ever called home. For somewhere she’d claimed to hate so much, she was really going to miss Diamond City. Perhaps that stability her father had seemed to thrive in wasn’t so bad after all, maybe with more time, Arden could’ve called the Great Green Jewel home. But she had no plans of ever returning, even if McDonough let her stay, she couldn’t spend the rest of her life blessing a green wall that hadn’t protected her father.

Arden nodded, “Fine, lead the way.”

#fallout #fallout headcanons #fallout imagines #fallout x reader #fallout 4 #fallout fanfiction #fallout fanfic #fallout fic #arden flores #john hancock #diamond city #built to destroy by nukaberries

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shallowrambles · 7 months

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Soas not to hijack this lovely post about Ruby's manipulation...

This goes back to the generic-fandom tendency to see absolutist truth in the mouths of villains instead of a layer of truth or an unflattering reflection of a character's hidden anxiety.

The villains so often chisel out the most uncharitable, two-dimensional explanation of a situation, and even utilize an underlying hang-up, like Sam's issues about feeling like a poverty-stricken, podunk outsider, "a freak."

And the thing is, sometimes the villain's interpretation is just flat-out wrong!

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Other times, it's a flattening of multiple complex, sometimes competing, truths, like how AU Michael acknowledges Dean's probably-real, underlying issues

of feeling like Sam is a burden who abandons him

that Jack is a burden he didn't ask for

that Cas is someone he owes everything to but who also hides things and makes mistakes over and over

But those are just a tiny portion of what Dean feels, and so you get this messed up, black-and-white, face-value interpretation of a situation.

Everyone has fleeting feelings of negativity. Sometimes, we even have drawn-out pity parties and languish in our worst thoughts. Sometimes, we all long for escape and easier lives, and that includes the love and work we put in to maintain our cherished relationships. We wish it could be easier, or that we could get away from it all.

But the thing is, we know Dean wasn't happier when it was just him and John, and extrapolating that, we know he was indeed grief-stricken by Jack's death and he does indeed want Castiel around just as much as he is grateful for his heroics and frustrated by their past baggage.

Real relationships have baggage. This is a theme that optimism and Amara's idealization of her nursery warn us about! We are supposed to beware of this kind of figmentary Apple White Romanticization/White Picket Fence Idealization.

Anyhoo...

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Ruby uses insecurity to great effect. She plays Sam, disrespects Sam, and puffs up her plans as the right ones.

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So does Zachariah, throughout his entire tenure.

We got our vintage, classist Zach, who showed Dean a world where not protecting Sam led to a devil-incarnate-Sam. And the other half of this nightmare scenario is the degradation of Cas, that staying with Cas would literally turn him into a performing!Dean 2.0 to the power of ten.

This never never happened, because it was a reflection of Dean's fear. In fact, when Cas broke bad, he broke bad in his own unique, tyrannical Chuck-adjacent way, not Dean's mode of fatalism. He never even saw it coming the way that it came!

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We also saw Zach turn his shit on Adam, hurling classist stereotypes about his half-brothers and trying to demean them in such a way as to get Adam to lose hope in them and in their hope of rescuing him.

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Then, we got the cruel, torturous Good Intentions AU version of Zach:

JACK: What about Sam and Dean? ZACH!CASTIEL: Well, if only they’d accepted you, instead of teaching you to fear your powers. JACK: My powers… ZACH!CASTIEL: Because they feared them. Now, if you’ll just do as I say—

We know that Sam, Dean, and Jack's powers is more complicated than simple fear, though fear is an undeniable layer of it!

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Anyhoo. This tension.

It's why characters like AU Michael and season 15's Belphegor do what they do!

You're supposed to wonder, "Hey, wait a minute. That's not the full scope of the situation here, is it? That's not how life is. Life is waaaaay more complex. My feelings are letting me see the absolute worst of the situation!"

#meditations on life

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Picking your brain about Jack stuff (1 of 2)!

Thoughts on the little girl in the Occultum re:Jack regaining his soul? I've been so fascinated by her. First, she reminds me a little bit of young Kelly when Jack first visits Kelly in Heaven.

(Kelly in Byzantium)

But overall, she's something that niggles me and I can't quite pin down. She chirpily tells Jack, "Oh, you must not be human. Humans cannot enter here," and then she asks, "Are you an angel?" She seems so excited!

Since the Occultum houses the Garden, the obvious answer could be something symbolic of Eve as the snake that appears is symbolic of Lucifer. But her words to Jack seem to imply she's not human, so she's not a perfect fit for a human Eve.

(My immediate thought was of an entity called Chokmah/Hokmah, who sometimes gets reimagined as an ancient mother-goddess but more appropriately translates to a personification of wisdom, or Lady Wisdom. Peter Penchansky even argues for Hokmah as God's daughter who played in the garden as Yahweh created the world.)

(The Girl from Destiny's Child, hidden away in the safest place in the world)

On the other hand, she also looks a bit like the primordial Leviathan!Eve in manner of her dress, so perhaps she is meant to be another Eve. A different symbolic Eve, as well as a callback to Kelly.

(Primordial Eve and the sacrifice she inhabited)

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She also could be something of an off-key parallel to the growing Amara and Lillith?

(Amara & Lillith in her original incarnation)

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But I'm not sure. Do you favor any of these? I'd love to hear your thoughts! Here's the script in which she appears. :-)

i truly love the interpretation of that little girl being chokmah, especially with the whole thing being that questioning is what kicked humanity out of the garden.

i have a lot of thoughts about angels and humans, especially with all of what lucifer says throughout show. even the simple lines between lucifer and michael in swan song get to me in some way. the angels, as we see, are programmed to follow a set of orders that god (chuck) had given out a long time ago. several angels throughout the series break free of these orders and gain the idea of free will.

i think if this little girl truly is representing chokmah, her looking like a younger eve was also intentional. eve ate the apple. lucifer let the snake in. gadreel trusted lucifer. etc etc.

maybe in a way she decided to appear in that form to jack because angels and humans intermingling? not really seen. nephilim are always killed and while every angel says it's for their power, i do think there's another factor.

it's the fact that nephilim being human and angel means they cannot be programmed to fully follow the command of heaven. they can't become a weapon of god so he tossed them all aside. the angels are meant to follow orders and whenever an angel does rebel it.. goes so poorly for them

lucifer is stuck in the cage for. ages. anna has a Lot going on and ends up killed for what she does. castiel is never actually happy and the minute he is happy he dies. michael loses the One human who changed his outlook on everything.

i gotta answer your second ask still but my whole point maybe she's happy seeing an angel in jack because maybe jack is the one angel she knows who Could rebel and still be happy after (we're ignoring the finale).

#jack kline #im sorry shal this is me being insane abt the angels too #asks #spn meta

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iggydabirdkid · 10 months

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Almost done! This is my 5th drawing for Pride Month!

When The Passenger was still just the demo version I must have played it 100 times over. I just love the whole concept of the game, and anything with Eldritch Horror like themes is just my sort of thing.

So here’s a little something I did for my MC Amara Newman and her love Fiama Brandle.

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I think I could do this forever

You wake up first of course. You always do. You don’t need much sleep, at least that’s what you tell yourself even when you constantly yawn halfway through the day. You open your eyes to the pale ceiling above you only visible thanks to the moonlight coming in through the window opposite the bed. Still dark. Too early. You let out a sigh and slowly sit up, being careful not to wake the sleeping form to your right. She’s facing you and you smile as you look upon her face, so serene when she’s asleep and you quickly slip out without disturbing her. Bare feet hit cold ground and you shiver as you look around for your pair of slippers, finding them finally half-hidden under the bed. You stretch, yawn, and tie your hair half up before you pad from the room.

Your stomach growls at you and so you head into the kitchen to grab something to eat and you spy the clock along the way. Ah. Not too early then. Just up before the sun, which, is not uncommon. If you were at your mom’s you’d probably have gone back to sleep to save yourself from the potential outcome of being asked question you couldn’t, and didn’t want to answer. But here? At Fiama’s? You don’t have to hide anything from her or Bruno. Not anymore. You allow yourself a smile as you open the door to the fridge and bend over to take a gander at its contents. You know for certain that there’s some leftover spaghetti in here, and you’re sure Fiama won’t mind if some of it goes missing…

“Amara?”

The flash of the kitchen light turning on and the tiny voice behind you takes you by surprise and you jump, smacking your head on the fridge and hissing out a quiet curse before pulling back and turning around.

“Kiddo!” you laugh as you rub the back of your head, “Did I wake you?” You ask to which he shakes his head.

“I was already awake. What are you doing?” he asks.

“Getting some food,” you turn back around, grab the bowl of spaghetti, and shut the fridge, “Want some?” you grin as you shake the bowl. You see his eyes light up and you chuckle, “Alright, go sit down and I’ll make you a plate. But be quiet!” you tell him as he scampers off, “We don’t want to wake your mom!”

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You sit at the table with only the light from the kitchen to illuminate your night time feast. You watch Bruno stuff his face as you readily enjoy your own meal and the only reason you aren’t actively shoveling it into your mouth as fast as you can was that you promised Fiama you’d try to teach Bruno some manners. Be a respectable role model. Well, as much as you can be anyways. And as you watch Bruno enjoying his meal you think you could just about do this forever, be a part of something like this. It wasn’t something you ever thought you would want but emotions can be fickle (as you have come to find out), and now you can’t see yourself continuing this life any other way.

Bruno must be able to sense you staring because he looks up at you and you wonder if he would be happy with you around for him as he grows. The answer comes to you as transparent visages split left and right of him and as his mouth stretches into a wide, food-filled grin, those to the left of him grin at you also. You shake your head, the images fading and you chuckle.

“Nobody likes see-food,” you tell him and he frowns.

“Sea food?” he questions. You grin and spoon some spaghetti into your mouth before opening and sticking your tongue out.

“See? Food!” He laughs at that, food spraying from his mouth and you have to lean to the side to avoid getting any on yourself. You watch as he claps his hands over his mouth and looks up at you. You swallow your food and snort a laugh but then you realize he’s not looking at you, but past you. You freeze and tense up, your shoulders bunching up to your ears as you slowly turn in your seat to see Fiama standing in the doorway.

“You two enjoying yourselves?” she crosses her arms over her chest and quirks an eyebrow as she looks at Bruno before finally settling her eyes on you.

“We were hungry?” you shrug and give a sheepish smile and she shakes her head as she laughs softly and walks to Bruno’s side.

“C’mon kid, lets get you back to bed. And you,” she turns her head to look at you as Bruno hops down from his seat, “Make sure you get all the spaghetti from the table okay?”

“Yes Ma’am,” you grin as you push your chair back and get to your feet. You lean in to give her a quick kiss on the cheek and then you head back into the kitchen to grab a cloth.

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“Sorry about eating all the spaghetti.” You murmur into Fiama’s hair as you lay together in bed a while later. The sun is up now, its light bathing the room in a soft golden glow. She laughs and snuggles up closer to you. You half sit up to wrap your arms around her and pull her close into your chest.

“That just means you’ll have to help me make more,” she replies and you smile as you lean back and look out the window.

“I’ll be happy to.” You give her a brief squeeze and feel her grab one of your wrists and gently wrap her fingers around your skin.

“I know you would baby.”

You both lapse in a comfortable silence and the warmth of the encroaching day threatens to lull you back to sleep. But a thought is stuck in your head, one that’s been there for a while but stirred more into awareness since you woke up this morning.

“Fiama?” You’re uncharacteristically hesitant and you know she hears it as she tilts her head to look up at you with a slight crease in her brow.

“Amara?”

“I was thinking…” You trail off a little, unsure of how exactly to word what you’re thinking, “I feel like I could do this forever. Being here with you and Bruno, being a part of this small family and I… I want to make it more official. As much as we can do and I know I’m not great with words or feelings but this here? Here and now? It feels good. It feels safe.”

You see her eyes water and for a moment your stomach drops and you think you’ve said something wrong before her mouth splits into a grin and her grip on your arms tightens.

“Amara Newman,” you hear the waver in her voice as she wipes the tears from her eyes, “I would love nothing more.”

“Good.”

You’re smiling now as well as you bend slightly to kiss her on the forehead before you wrap your arms tighter around her and lean back against the headboard.

“Good.”

#i just love this game so much #just an eldritch being #being soft #Amara Newman #Fiama Brandle #tp fiama #The Passenger #the passenger game

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You walked in and my heart went boom! / AU series

Pairing: Charming!Nikolai x Snow!Amelia

Summary: The looks turned into letters from one another became secret meetings away from the walls of the hills. Until one night, they were crumbled among them.

Note: They go by Nicholas & Amara sometimes

Setting: Enchanted Forest

Extra characters/mentioned: Captain Hook!Jeremy, Mr. Smee, King Midas, Princess Jemma and etc.

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‘I have never been one to try and grab the spotlight, but all of it happened on a hot night. Tried to focus on the mission to steal the jewelry and I stumbled into you. Your eyes dazzled as you were captured by the loom and my heart secretly went boom. Tryin' to catch our eyes at the sight outside of the ballroom, despite the band top volumes. Sometimes I wonder how many nights I can spend without seeing you, but when I remind myself, even without you I am not doomed.’ - Love, Nicholas M.

Amara Snow—Amelia, would smile to herself at rereading the letters he sent her and the ones she return by morning light. Her heart belonged not to her fiancé, but yet another. The Dark Prince’s charming and awfully wildly dashing hearted brother. He was a little insane and jumped first into danger based on her letters and stories she’d hear from him in the late hours of the night and yet, that was comforting to her.

Tons of letters stacked and or hidden pieces in the desk of her vanity. She’s write in her letters back, ‘Helpless! Look into your eyes (Oh, look at those eyes). And the sky's the limit. Down for the count, and we’re drownin' in 'em. You can sometimes see past the falsely shows and sneak your way into the halls, even if your mind wondering how I’m even it. Every week gets better with every note that you write me, rushing into my room and my heart will go boom. Sometimes my mind will just rewind and remember those nights for the rest my days, hoping to see you again like it’s a play.’

Charming Nicholas—Nikolai smile opening up the letters as short much they seem, he knew she meant every word. His life was never easy and cheerful, always trying to find a sense of peace and belonging. He found it in the woodsy hills of the kingdom, living in caves and then old vacant homes for a reasonable price of shelter. Yes, his brother wanted him gone out of pure jealousy and villainous pride, having posters to reward whoever could find him firsthand. He never thought he would find some company nor comfort out here until he stumbled into her by accident, the same princess he stole from, making him believe there was still good in the world.

Resulted in him slowly but surely start to open his heart and small home to others he seemed, such as Cinderella one night and The Huntress who speared his life. Helping out people in need like he used to before running away from the castle and trying to be of service. Yes, it seemed like it was a small gesture to many but yet it spoke to who understood what he meant.

He stood on the ground near the old house he called home, reading one of his love’s letters. He chuckled and snorted as thoughts filled his head, when suddenly an impulse decision came to mind. To see her again. It’s felt like a lot to do, bring flowers, sneak into the castle walls of King Midas, and arrange an agreeable plan to have them escape into the night together. He just needed to see her again, tell her a few short words in person.

And he smirked knowing exactly who to call.

Hook.

He was a young man based on honor and loyalty but couldn’t resist a good challenge, no matter how small.

As well as the thought of golden treasure hidden behind locked doors in the castle of Midas.

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With that he found his one handed friend leaning against a barrel of beer at the marketplace. He seemed like he just finished buying some fruit and ready to head back to his ship.

“Hook!”

Jeremy, also known as Hook, turned around to sound of the accent being the one to belong to his friend. He raised a eyebrow smiling softly, “Yes, Nicholas? What is it that you want?”

“Why do you assume I want something?” Nikolai reply with a matching smile.

“The way your captain’s hat is tiled and your suit is fitted for a dueling requirement for today. You know I’m open to hearing what it is.”

“That’s why your my friend. I want to do something tonight but I need your help.”

“I’m listening.”

“I need safe passage on your ship to do so.”

He snorted, “Nicholas, Nicholas, Nicholas! Why it is that we need my ship for this and not steal a carriage?”

“We need to go to the half side of the forest near the bay of the Kingdom.” He added half smirking.

“And what for? Don’t tell me it’s for another girl now?”

Nikolai was silent and smirked sheepishly with a wink. Jeremy snorted loudly and nodded, “Of course it is. What’s this lovely lady have to offer?”

He explained glancing around as he did, “She doesn’t know I’ll be coming. And we not being to any home but Midas’s castle.”

That seemed to catch Jeremy’s attention as the brightest grin filled his face. He always wanted to sneak into Midas’s castle to steal from treasure from the bottom of the home and never found a reasonable time to do so, until now. The blonde nodded leading him onto his ship as they chatted, deciding where they would get in and then get out.

Better yet, getting some drinks and food once the trip was over. In Nikolai’s eyes, his friend wasn’t just a pirate but a knight with a heart of gold.

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At the castle, Amelia was wondering around in her brown dress as her fingers played with a tiara talking with Jemma who talked about her latest story riding the horses in the stables and going on a picnic with her love afterwards.

Jemma asked, “How was the last time for you with Fitz? He seemed stuffy..he told me that at the party he was more focused on bringing in new guests than dancing.”

“Ah yes. He was mainly having a headache wanting to head home instead as I tried to help him nurse the pain. I talked with other royals as he went to use the restroom.” She explained, “But he seemed more like he wanted to dance with you.”

“We did dance that night but his father hasn’t noticed anything yet.”

“I hope he does…”

“How about you? You seem to glow lately, what it is that is making you a bit lighter?”

“Let’s just say I met someone who makes me smile. I hope you meet him one day.”

Jemma grinned, “Ohh how darling! Is he a knight? A prince? A baker?”

The girl blushed in return, “No, yes, and no..he is a artist that’s much I will tell you.”

Both ladies giggled, walking past their chambers into the maid grounds to visit the staff of the castle and get something to eat. What they didn’t know is that King Shaw’s guardsmen were listening in on them every now and then to report back to their royal office, as one of them casually walked in on one of princess’s rooms to accidentally glance at a letter that seemed to be semi-finished…

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A couple of hours past, Jeremy and Nikolai were on the ship having a round of views as they sailed the seas. Hook’s crew were friendly to the ex-prince turned bandit, ordering him rum and all types of snacks they brought of board, as their captain discussed his plans to enter the vault of riches underneath the castle without being seen or shot at, needing half of his crew to distract the guards meanwhile the other follow them to collect the treasure of diamonds and gold. Having at least two of his crewmen follow Nikolai up the stairs and across the front tower head for he can see his lovely lady and possibly get any insight needed on the royals.

Hook’s crew followed suit with the plan, some knowing that their captain tend to have a mind of his own possibly stealing more than jewelry on the way out of the home. Once they arrived at the castle, Jeremy step foot inside with his crews behind him knocking out any guardsmen around, he had to use his swords to wack a few leaving a scar on a face or two. He shrugged.

Running down the halls and across the stairwell to the bottom of the castle, Hook and his men sensed it far and well, a room filled with riches of many. It was locked but Jeremy used his sword to slice the first handle and cracking open the combination to the second look with his hook, swinging some guards on his way in.

As he stepped into the room, he placed his sword back in the handle glancing over a fallen knight and rolled his eyes. He scoffed, “If you were my men, I would’ve never made you down so easily. But I would say, your men did put up an impressive swing, for royals..I guess.”

Mr. Smee, his former right hand, called him off as one of crewmen, LightFoot, found the set of riches they were looking for. To say Jeremy’s jaw dropped was an understatement.

He had seen plenty of times riches, potions, jewels and items of many. But the moment he kneeled down to run his fingers across it, he knew this was all very breathtaking. King Midas was known in tales for turning anything and everything into golden suns, stealing and sometimes sharing his own foundation with others as rare as it may seem, he did.

“My gods…” He muttered, never wanting to leave the place in order to bring it all home but he knew he had to be fair. He can’t take it all in one sitting and thinking possibly striking a little deal with the king sooner or later, but not tonight.

Jeremy stood up opening his sack as he piled in as much as he can could, ordering his men to do the same. As Hook was scanning the room, even finding a sword on the wall to take, he noticed a small pile of golden coins and yellow diamonds likes the ones he past earlier on his way in. However rounding the inner layers of diamonds stood a oceanic blue one, more than one, that called his name. Picking it up, Jeremy noticed two out of six large diamonds were engraved in rings.

He smirked, “He will love this..”

The ring was grand yet elegant and perfectly fine for a gift, a promise ring one might say. Mr. Smee noticed his Captain face and nodded liking the thought of him being pleased with himself especially after finding a satisfying reward such as a ring.

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To say Nikolai was grateful for his company tonight to the castle was unbelievable thing but he was. He was lucky enough to be accompanied by theses men in moments like this. As he made his way through the whole deeply him halls, he swung his sword in his hand and use his shadows to guide him through the staircase. He had thwe two men walk his six from the narrow ends.

In his pocket, he held a small handful of daisies as he made his own way between the columns in the deep deadly silence. He bit the bottom of his lip, entering the tower head of the castle ready to make a left turn to find his lady when two knight stopped them, he was able to take them down as a 3rd ordered him to follow him to a decorative room filled with trinkets, tables, a warm fire and the king.

He expected for it to be Midas but it was Shaw. He was confused asking where was Midas’s chambers as Shaw said he was out on leave for the next couple of nights with his son and will return in the morning, he was requested to watch over the castle while he was gone. Nikolai asked what exactly he wanted with him, lying about just here to see a friend.

“Enough. I know everything.” King Shaw said holding up a letter in his handwriting with a small doodle in the corner, “You’re clever to not use your own name, I had to do some digging to find a match. You poisoned her heart and now her marriage, because your pathetic behavior towards one another. I’ll have you know love is disease and like all diseases, it can be released from the body in one of two ways.”

Nikolai was silent wanting to hold his tongue but spoke up, “Sir. Love is not a disease or any kind, people don’t want to accept that it’s—”

“Foolish boy, it is. Only two ways to stop it, a cure or death. Do you know where your beloved is right now? She is right now that hall wishfully unpacking away her things for official stay, for a new life with her husband.”

“She will never know I’m here…”

“Oh yes she will because you’re gonna walk down that hall and crush her stupid little heart.”

“You hate your daughter that much?”

“She’s not my daughter. Never was, if she were, she’ll know when to listen and stay shut!”

“….”

“You’re gonna sneak in and tell her that you received her letters. Tell her why your here. Because you don’t love her, never did. Never will.”

“…it was break her heart in two…what if I don’t? You’ll kill me?”

“Oh no. Then I’ll turn you over to your brother for that precious reward for your capture. It’s will save both of you the trouble, if you just tell her the truth. It will cure all of this.”

“And if you kill me?…that will only make her love me more and run away from her wedding day, leaving you with no choice but to go after her head as she tries to bring me back to life..but if you have her killed by accident, Midas would break your deal for those riches..”

“Ah, you are smart. No wonder you are so badly wanted for your crimes against the prince. Now go.”

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The room was pretty quiet. Dark, as the only shining down was the ones coming from the moon and light setting stars stirring in the night. The Princess Snow was holding up her favorite brown skirt from her bags smiling to herself. She looked over her shoulder hearing the door crack open, expecting it to be one of knights or Jemma coming to feed her mind with her latest book of discoveries. But to her surprise, it was Nicholas—Nikolai who stepped in shutting the door behind him with a soft smile on his face walking over to her.

She blinked in disbelief letting out a breathless sigh, “Nicholas…”

“Amara..” He replies with a nod still smiling softly, “.. I uh, I got your letters and I came to see you. Surprise.”

“It is a surprise. H-how did you get in?”

“I have my tricks.”

She walked over pulling herself closer, gently placing a hand on his cheek as he placed both hands on her hips in a almost tight manner not wanting to let go soon but he must.

“You came! Y-you came to see me.” She said about to lean in to press a kiss to his cheek but he stopped her.

“Wait, Snow.” He said as one hand slipped to hold her wrist, “Us. It can’t happen. I can’t be with you.”

“W-what? No..it can happen. All our talks and sneaking off to see one another shows that we can work..I know it will be tough and might cost—”

“I won’t be the one to cost you, your happiness. I am a prince and your just some farm girl, it can never work out.”

“Yes it can. You came all this way to see me, it was for a reason..I love you and now that I know you love me to—”

His face fell to a neutral yet serious face, no emotion written as he cut her off again with no smile, “I don’t.”

“Wha..” She replies with tears pooling a small shower within her eyes.

“I don’t love you. I come from a family of lies, I was only playing cards here. I will never be in your heart , Amelia, that’s too cruel of fate.”

“B-but..no. Nikolai please..”

“Go live your life. With me, because I’m not in it.”

“Y-yes yo-you are…we were gonna..we were gonna..”

“Gonna what? Live happily ever after like in the fantasy your heart made up? I’m sorry, love. It won’t be true. Fill your heart with love for someone else, someone who can love you the way I never have…and never will.”

Before she can say anything else to his face, he removed her hand from his cheek and the other from her waist walking out of the room stone cold. She was left there holding herself whimpering as light sobs came into the air of the room, sitting down on her bed unable to breathe nor believe what she heard. As Nikolai walked out shutting the door behind him, he can hear the crying noise along with her voice as he fought his body to rush in and comfort her, and just gave a nod to King Shaw…

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He kept his face netural on, gripping his sword tightly as his eyes water and a sense of anger filled his shoulders wanting to release it somehow. He wasn’t one to feel this way unless it was personal and this, it felt personal.

He walked out of the castle walls, allowing the tears to finally fall as he took one last glance at the castle, tower head where he left a crying Amelia. He wanted his numb himself of this pain and needed to do it quick.

The crewmen follows him out and onto the harbor where Captain Hook stood there grinning at the jewelry in hand about to ask how did it go with his lady but paused seeing the booking look of regret and pain on his face.

He knew that look all too well himself as he placed hand on his shoulder and said, “My friend, it will be alright. You need a drink.”

“No, i don’t need a drink. I need food, and a lot of it..and a tree to stab with my sword..” Nicholas replied with a light glare looking down at his grip.

“We can go down swinging later, drinks and food now. You need it, we all do.”

“Okay..yeah, I..I do think I need to take a breather for a moment.”

Jeremy smiled hearing that, clasped his shoulder letting his friend rest his head there knowing the pain of heartbreak himself. I wished he got an answer to what might’ve led him to feel this way too but knowing his past and the crossroads that they both faced, he can already pictured he was forced into a room of decision making. He knew that drinks and food of any kind would satisfy their stomachs tonight, later they can duel it out in the woods to release whatever bowling emotions within.

Nikolai followed him, entering the town’s deep well kept bar passing the men and women inside to themselves a booth, a couple of Hook’s crew members stepped in to have a round themselves. That night beers, chicken legs and singing was done in that bar at full volume. It numbed the rubbing sadness against his chest, he lied to her face saying that he didn’t love her, but the truth is…

…he did. He doesn’t know when or how but he will find a way to get her back, even if he has to wait for it. But for now, he sat and drank his feelings away like the honorary pirate that he is. Jeremy brought the first couple of rounds talking about his nicely designed ring he took from that treasure room he will give to Cole when the timing is right as Nikolai chuckled softly. He knew what they were doing.

Meanwhile Amara Snow—Amelia stood in front of her full body mirror whipping away tears that kept coming. She wanted to stop the thoughts that came across her mind but the words were so recent in his mind like cutting a freshly squeezed orange. She sipping the glass of water in her nightstand as it felt like a small headache was coming on. Yes the words were said but there was an uncertainty laced over his body language even though his face coney something completely different.

There was this bit in the bottom of her stomach, a swirling dizziness and foggy touch to it all just didn’t even bother to get her a warning. It hurts, the harshest of his tongue and the face he gave her was serious, numbness filled with a slight hint of glassy eyes, as if he wanted to tell her something else to this speech. She thought it was his brother then she into the hallways to find Shaw speaking softly with his guards, she sighed as it clicked. He said something that changed his mind..

And she basically seemed like she lost him. But a strong part of her wants to rush out and find him, reason with the man she claimed to love. But she had a wedding to attend. Her own little wedding with no say to even what type of dress she could wear, but she doesn’t know if she sneak off into the woods or worse, find a way to suck it up and go ahead with the plan.

Either way, she will probably enter up sniffling a tear.

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So here it is! I had this conversation in my head for a while and had to make the fic sooner or later. What do you guys think?

Yes, in my head Jeremy & Nikolai have a small bromance and it’s called ‘CaptainCharming’!

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