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writing-and-wondering · 2 years

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Liar Liar

Pairing: Rooster x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol consumption

Request: nah

Word Count: 2.4k

Synopsis: Based off a text post by the lovely @mrsroosterbradshaw02, find it here :) and check out their other stuff it's so good !!

a/n: yo!!! first topgun fic!! this one is silly and fluffy and was so fun to write!! hope you enjoy :]

*not my gif! creds to owner <3

Walking into the Hard Deck, arm linked with Phoenix's, it didn't take long to spot a familiar group of aviators gathered around the pool table. It was a Friday night and you all had just finished up another day of grueling training.

So it was no wonder that everyone flocked here, in desperate need of some drinks and whatever antics the guys had planned.

"Well if it isn't Phoenix and Finch," Hangman's smile grows ever wider as he catches sight of you two, "Care to join us ladies?"

"Only if you can handle getting your ass handed to you, once again." Phoenix says as she accepts the pool cue that Bob was holding out to her.

Hangman puts a hand over his chest, "You wound me, honestly. But if I were you I wouldn't be too cocky."

You roll your eyes, "You speaking to yourself there, Bagman?"

The group around you lets out a chorus of "ooohs" as Hangman holds up his hands, "Hey I'm just setting up for what's about to go down."

"The only thing that's about to go down is that ego of yours." Phoenix mutters as she lines up her cue.

Leaning your back against the bar, elbows resting on the counter, you let out a chuckle as you watch the bickering continue between the two pilots.

"They won't ever stop, will they?" You turn your head as a voice comes from next to you. Rooster mirrors you as he stares at the group surrounding the pool table.

"Says you." A chuckle comes from your throat, "Whatever you and Hangman have going on is nothing compared to this."

Rooster gasps dramatically, bringing his beer bottle to his lips. You can't help the way your eyes flick towards them as he takes a drink.

"Hangman just has it out for everyone in his own weird… flirtatious way." Rooster says as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

You fake a shudder, "Eugh. I don't know what he's doing but it certainly isn't flirting."

That earns a laugh from Rooster and a part of you tries to ignore the way the sound of it makes your heart flutter. You feel heat rise in your cheeks as you glance away from the curly haired man, shaking the thoughts from your head.

"Well," Rooster sets his beer down on the counter and takes your hand in his own, "One thing we know for sure is that he's good at causing trouble. So, if you'll excuse me malady, I gotta go to the rescue of dear Bob over there." With a wink and a kiss to your hand, Rooster is leaving you breathless.

The action was so small and natural but God did it make your heart skyrocket. At that moment you're sure that going 10 G's would've been easier on you than whatever you were feeling right now.

A smile creeps its way onto your face as you watch Rooster make his way towards Hangman, the pair immediately falling into a friendly bicker match as Rooster picks up a pool cue.

A wave from Phoenix finally peels you away from the bar, "You trying to hide from us, Finch?" She asks as she hands you a drink.

You gladly accept it and nudge her with your elbow, "Hide from you? Never."

Her laughter mixes with yours as you seemingly melt into the group of aviators surrounding the pool table. The night goes on in a haze of loud music, drinking, and some well needed laughter.

After what you guessed was a couple of hours passed last call, Penny was ushering you all out onto the beach, "You're drunk, kids, go home!" She says as all of you collectively wave a drunken goodbye to her.

There's a string of words that fill the air that you're pretty sure aren't English as everyone heads towards the water together.

"What was that?" Fanboy says, his voice very loud as he squints in the direction of whoever spoke.

"No idea. Let's swim." Payback answers him. Before Fanboy can speak he's being dragged into the water. As he's pulled along he grabs onto Coyote, and the group of them tumble into the waves.

You watch them go, your face warm from the alcohol and mind blissfully fuzzy. "Mav will kill us if they drown." Bob says from next to you, his arm slung across Phoenix's shoulders.

"Oh don't be a downer, Bob. Let's join them!" Phoenix laughs before taking his hand and taking off towards the water.

In her drunken state however, she ends up doing more of a sideways run than anything, leaving you clutching your stomach as you laugh at Bob's attempt to steady her.

"They're pretty cute, huh?" An arm across your shoulders makes you jump, but doesn't yet suppress the giggles escaping you.

Hangman stands next to you, his smile wide as he watches his friends make complete fools of themselves.

Reaching up behind Hangman's back and resting your hand on his shoulder, you finally stifle your laughter, "Sure. But don't let Phoenix hear you say that or she'll-"

"Oh darlin' believe me, I've heard just about everything on what Phoenix can do to a man, and.. don't repeat this but," He leans down to whisper in your ear, "She kind of scares me sometimes."

A laugh shakes your body as you give Hangman a playful shove, the movement making you stumble a bit, "Oooh I fucking knew it."

He holds a finger up to you, "Do not repeat that." He warns, but the slurring of his words takes any hint of a threatening tone out of his voice.

You cover your mouth with both hands, the two of you letting out silent laughs. "Holy shit I'm so drunk." You wheeze as you lean over, both hands on your knees.

"Oh!" Hangman claps his hands, his voice still shaking slightly with laughter, "Y'know who else would be just so cute together?"

You look up, wiping the tears from the corner of your eyes as you let out a breath, "Who?"

He leans in, a shit eating grin on his face, "You and Rooster."

You shove at his chest, "Oh shut up." You say, shaking your head as you walk towards the water. The sand grows cooler and the laughter of the others grows louder as you get closer to the gentle waves lapping onto the shore.

"Oh, come on! Don't pretend like you don't have feelings for him, Finch." Hangman practically whines as he follows you, his hand grabbing yours.

He pulls your hand up and spins you, the motion making you laugh, "Who I have feelings for is none of your damn business." You say, patting Hangman's cheek.

He rolls his eyes and lets out an exaggerated sigh, "Oh, but I know who has feelings for youuu." His voice grows into that of a sing-song tone.

You raise an eyebrow at him and cross your arms, "Bullshit."

Responding with nothing but a grin, Hangman steps next to you and points a little ways down towards the water. You follow his finger and find your eyes meeting Rooster's.

With a wide smile on his face, he gives you a wave before being tackled to the ground by Coyote. You watch as his curls disappear under the water, only to resurface a moment later. Your face grows warm at the way his laughter fills the air, his smile shining under the moon.

"Damn, you're whipped girl." Hangman mutters next to you. You jump, having momentarily forgotten he was there.

"Bagman you better not be flirting with my wingwoman!" Phoenix calls over to the pair of you, her hand outstretched as she points to the man in question.

Hangman points to his own chest before looking around and then back to Phoenix, "Who, me?"

"Yeah, you. Who else?" Phoenix asks as she walks over, completely soaked and flushed.

You chuckle, "Don't worry, he's not. Besides, I wouldn't let him." You reassure her. She grins at you and nudges your shoulder with her own, "I know you wouldn't."

"Ouch." Hangman deadpans.

"If you're not… being yourself, then what are you doing?" Phoenix asks, Bob joining her side.

Grinning again, Hangman pats your shoulder, "Well I was just about to show our dear Finch here a little something."

At the look on Phoenix's face, Hangman immediately back tracks, "Okay, wait. No, not like that. Here-"

Hangman pauses as he chuckles, his voice still wavering a little as tries to collect himself. You begin to wonder if he's actually serious about his insight on Rooster liking you or if he's just… very very drunk.

"So, earlier, right? During pool, I told Rooster that his ears turn red when he lies." Hangman explains to you, his smile wider than you've ever seen it before.

Oh he's definitely way more drunk than you thought.

You glance towards Rooster, who is still splashing around like a kid with the others.

"Well, do they?" You ask, turning back to Hangman.

"Nope." He states.

You cock your head to the side, a confused smile playing on your lips, "Then why did you tell him that?"

"Because I can do this." Hangman says simply before cupping his hands around his mouth and yelling for Rooster.

The curly haired man pauses mid run and turns on the spot, swaying slightly as he looks over, "Yeah?"

"Hey, do you love Finch?" Hangman asks, the question almost making you choke as your hand shoots up to your mouth in shock.

Eyes wide, you look over to Rooster.

Who is covering his goddamn ears.

"No…" He says slowly, his hands clasped around his head as he stares doe eyed at the crowd looking back at him.

Your mouth falls open and Phoenix reaches over and pushes it closed.

With a pleased look, Hangman looks back to you, "What did I say?"

But you don't look at him.

You don't even acknowledge him.

Because all you can see is Rooster.

You just see him with his stupid hands still over his stupid ears and his stupid curls.

"Stupid." You mutter, your eyes locking with Rooster's.

"Wha- me?" Hangman asks, his voice distant to you.

"No. Me." You say as you begin walking towards the man who has not taken his eyes off of you since he told the most obvious lie you've ever heard.

As you near him, he finally uncovers his ears, his eyes wide, "Finch, I-"

He never finishes his sentence because you're grabbing the front of his Hawaiian shirt and pulling him towards you. Your lips connect with such fervor that you almost surprise yourself.

His lips feel soft against yours and the feeling it fills you with is something so unexplainable because God, finally.

Pulling back to catch your breath you look up at him, hands still clenched tightly in the fabric of his shirt.

He stares back, his expression that of shock. In an instant it hits you what you just did and you step back, hands fidgeting stupidly in the air, "I- you- sorry, I-" You give up as you let your face fall into your hands.

"Sorry." You mutter again, your voice muffled.

Gentle hands on your wrists pull them away from your face. You blink your eyes open as your chin is lifted up to Rooster's face, his hand moving to cup your cheek.

"Stop apologizing." He says quietly before leaning in and kissing you. What you can only explain as relief floods through you, making your knees go weak.

Or maybe it's the fact that Rooster's kissing you because holy shit can he kiss. Reaching up, your hands find the back of his neck and are tangled in his hair as you return the kiss.

His hands travel down your body and find their home at your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

You kiss him harder before breaking off just enough to breathe. Pressing your forehead against his, you can't help the smile that grows on your face.

Leaning back slightly to look at him, your hand traces its way to his face, thumbing over the scar on his chin. He stares at you, his eyes filled with something that you've never quite seen before.

Looking at him. Just… looking at him, you feel at home.

"What is it?" You ask, watching as his eyes deepen in thought. He blinks at you, a smile playing on his lips.

"I love you." He says simply, his voice quiet. He kisses you again, this time more gentle.

You feel all the meaning and love behind it and can't help but absolutely and completely melt into it.

"I love you." You say against his lips. You can feel him smile and it feels as though he's the fucking sun.

You can taste the alcohol and salt from the ocean on him but everything feels so wonderful and perfect that it only adds to it all.

He loves you.

Bradley Bradshaw loves you.

And you love him.

Unknown to you during yours and Rooster's exchange, the others are just watching as if their favorite show is on.

"Told you I'd be the one to get them together." Hangman says as he looks away from the pair of you, his signature grin plastered on his face.

"It would've happened one way or another." Phoenix says, her arm slung across Bob's shoulders, who nods along with her words.

Pushing up his glasses, Bob chuckles, "True. But I'm glad we can finally stop suffering as they cast longing glances at each other."

"God but imagine what we have to put up with now." Fanboy says, shuddering.

Letting out a sigh, Hangman cracks his knuckles, "Oh we're about to see some grass ass PDA. All thanks to everyone's favorite matchmaker." He says, pointing to himself.

"Oh, you cocky son of a-" Payback starts before slamming Hangman into the water.

The others follow suit, their screams of laughter pulling you and Rooster apart to look at them.

"The hell are they doing?" You ask as you watch Coyote all but chuck Fanboy into the water.

Rooster hums as his arms snake around your waist, "Dunno, but it looks fun. C'mon!" He shouts before scooping you up and running towards the waves.

You let out a yell of surprise and grip onto him, "Bradley Bradshaw you put me down!" You shout, laughter shaking your voice.

"Well if you insist, Honey!" He bellows before throwing you into the water.

The chill of the ocean shocks you at first but then fills you with vengeance as you surface, "Oh you're so dead!" You yell at him.

You're certain that true fear crosses Rooster's face before he takes off running, screaming for help.

You may love him, but that won't keep you from absolutely obliterating him in the ocean.

#bradley bradshaw x reader #topgun maverick #topgun #top gun rooster #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagine #reader insert #milano writes a story

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florencetypemaniacs · 2 months

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Say that Mc get pregnant how would the Ro's act, the Aunt, and maybe Dad (Devil Daddy)?

Thank you so much for the ask! Devil Daddy omg I LOVE THAT. To be clear, the fem MCs, or female ROs, are able to get pregnant. I have to say that it would depend on the relationship stage of all the characters. If the MC and the male RO's were in the deep relationship stage (and the pregnancy wasn't planned) , it would end up like this:

🏹 Zinnia

I honestly think that it would matter who MC's partner was—Zane and Owen—she would probably try to kill before the MC stopped it. Although, in the long run, she would be so excited to be a great auntie, she would be scared of the MC's health. Aster had a hard and tough pregnancy, so that worry would be there until the birth. MC would get handed small vials of weird things to help with the baby's development. She would buy the baby clothes and toys. Zinnia would plan a party and make sure that the MC relaxed.

🦁 Lazuli

If the MC had a good relationship with him (which you can decide in the IF), he would tear up with happiness. He was getting a second chance at being there for a child who had his blood. A second chance to make it up to the MC for not being there for Aster and them when they needed it. Laz would constantly ask if there was anything that the MC needed or wanted, and he would get it for them with a snap of their fingers. He would also have a talk with the RO's separately and give them a talk about being there for you, or he would rip their heads off their would be consequences.

💛 Marcel

Ecstatic! Marcel loves children; he has experience raising them, so he would make sure to tell the MC everything there was to expect and to not worry because he'll be there every step of the way. However, that doesn't mean he doesn't educate himself. Marcel would buy every parenting book on the planet since medicine has come a long way from when he was alive, even bothering Tai with questions.

❤️ Owen

He would think the MC was joking at first until he realized it wasn't a joke and was going to be a father, and he would get excited and spin the MC around in the air before sitting them down in a hurry because he thought he had hurt the baby. Although he does get more protective of the MC, I think he is better at hiding it than Tai. He would just always stay close to MC, just where he could see them, to make sure they were okay.

He would have a battle plan in place for probably every scenario. A lot of soft touches towards the MC and laying a hand on the curve of the belly on instinct. He would build his own crib and toys out of wood so that his child would have everything crafted just for them.

🩵 Tai

For the first time in his life, Tai wouldn't know what to say. Honestly, his brain would stop working for at least an hour after the MC told him until he snapped out of it. Tai would be worried all the time when the MC isn't by him that he probably gets a few gray hairs. He would be a total helicopter parent towards the MC, always by their side in case they needed anything or didn't. He would check the MC's vitals every day to make sure the baby was healthy. Make a list of the foods that the MC can't eat, and honestly, try to put the MC on a healthier diet for the baby's sake if the MC is prone to shove junk food in their mouth.

💚 Zane

God, I feel so bad for the MC because the first words out of Zane's mouth would be, "Can we still have sex?" He really doesn't have his priorities straight 😅, but he would be accepting of the pregnancy if this was something that MC wanted. I think that he would be smug throughout the whole pregnancy, especially as the MC's stomach grows, practically saying to everyone, "I did that." However, don't expect him to do anything on his own. Zane would get stuff done if the MC told him to do something like right away during the pregnancy, but if the MC doesn't speak up, he will continue to be out of the loop about what the MC is feeling.

I think that it finally sets in when he feels the baby kick or goes to see an ultrasound, and the doctor points out the baby. It would be right then that Zane realized that he was about to be a father. He was having a baby with the MC. Zane would have this feeling that he has never felt before that he freaks out and would have to leave for a day or two to get his mind around it, promising the MC he would be right back. And he is. It might seem like nothing has changed, but the MC would tell. Little things around the house start getting done (without asking him to do it). Maybe a pile of laundry or MC's pregnancy craving snack is on the table. Just little things to help MC.

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erikahenningsen · 2 months

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Hi! I'm loving your ficlets on AO3. I saw that you wanted request to go here. Could you possibly do one where Regina and Janis are in a relationship but they haven't actually used the girlfriend title and Regina calls Janis her girlfriend and Janis is surprised and happy by it? Alternatively could you do one where Regina calls Janis babe/baby for the first time and Janis is basically surprised Pikachu? Thanks a bunch! Looking forward to reading more of your stuff.

Janis hates going to the mall. She'd much rather do her shopping online, or in thrift stores, where there are not children screaming and running around her in Sephora and it doesn't smell like burnt coffee and hot dogs.

Regina loves the mall, and she genuinely considers it to be her civic duty to go there as often as she can. Janis once asked her why, and Regina ranted at her for an hour about diminishing third places and fast fashion.

Everyone once in awhile, Janis will agree to go to the mall with Regina, and then Regina will do something she equally does not want to do, like go with Janis to an art gallery without complaining.

Relationships are about balance, right?

(Never mind that Janis isn't entirely sure what they're doing is a relationship, considering that they haven't talked about it. Cady, who was born in 2007 but whose brain is like a watch that stopped in 2005, keeps hassling Janis to "DTR.")

It's a Saturday afternoon and Janis is walking through the expensive part of the mall with Regina, iced coffee in one hand and a small shopping bag containing a new eyeliner in the other, when a woman around Janis's mom's age with bleached blond hair stops Regina.

"Regina, sweetie, is that you?"

Regina frowns for a moment, then her features smooth out in recognition.

"Hi, Mrs. Smith," Regina says, gingerly accepting a hug. "How are you?"

"I'm good, honey," Mrs. Smith says, touching Regina's hair in a way that, Janis can tell by the way she ever-so-slightly wrinkles her nose, Regina doesn't like.

"Janis, this is Mrs. Smith, my mom's tennis partner," Regina says, then turns back to Mrs. Smith. "And this is my girlfriend, Janis."

Regina keeps speaking to Mrs. Smith, but all Janis can hear is girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend. It isn't until Regina turns and gives her a strange look that Janis realizes she's smiling like an idiot.

"Well, I'll let you girls get back to your shopping. Give your mother my love," Mrs. Smith says before kissing Regina on the cheek and walking away.

"Why do you look like that?" Regina asks.

"I'm your girlfriend, huh?" Janis says.

Regina freezes. "Shit," she mutters to herself, like she hadn't realized what she'd said. "Well, yeah. Of course you are."

Regina says it authoritatively, confidently, but she's kind of looking over Janis's shoulder than at Janis, and her cheeks are growing red.

"Cool," Janis says, shifting her shopping bag to the crook of her other arm so she can hold Regina's hand as they walk. Regina looks pleased by this development.

"Can we stop in Free People?" Regina asks, lightly tugging Janis toward the store.

"Sure, anything for my girlfriend," Janis says. "Whatever makes my girlfriend happy."

Regina gives her a dirty look. "Now you're just making it into a joke."

"I would never," Janis insists. "I take my girlfriend very seriously."

"I can't stand you," Regina mutters, but Janis can tell she's suppressing a smile.

"That's not true."

Regina sighs like this greatly pains her. "No, it's not."

#rejanis #mean girls #mean girls the musical #mean girls 2024 #regina george #janis 'imi'ike #janis sarkisian #janis ian #i guess this takes place in a universe where karen smith also exists #ask #sirenradio #prompts

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beanghostprincess · 3 months

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Yes! Please talk more about transfem!Usopp x Nami!!! Power couple!! You think they were annoying together when they were just friends? Its ten times worse now that they're dating <3<3<3<3

Anon, I can't thank you enough. I appreciate this ask so much because they've been living in my head rent free and if I don't talk about this I might collapse. I need it. So. Thank you. Really. I'm gonna add transfem!genderfluid!Sanji and Sanuso too, by the way, to the surprise of literally no one because I am obsessed with them. It's like. My whole online personality. Sanuso, Nami and being a lesbian.

Okay, first things first, transfem!Usopp. She has a hard time realizing she's a girl and accepting it, not because she thinks it's wrong or weird, but because she's so, so focused on being the guy her father would like (Yasopp, before going away, always told Usopp (s)he'd grow up to be an amazing man like him). Usopp still admires him and she doesn't want to be a disappointment. It's kind of dumb, but she has his words in her head all the time. Not to mention that "maybe if I had been that type of boy he would've stayed with us" and also the fact that Usopp just... It feels like lying to her mom, you know? Banchina always knew she had a daughter, but Usopp didn't know yet and never found out about her mom knowing, so she thinks that being a girl now only turns the years she spent with her mom into a lie because she wasn't truly herself. Again, irrational thinking, but it keeps her from accepting she's a girl. When she hangs out with Kaya she feels way better than when she is near guys. She feels safer. At home. Maybe it's just because they're best friends, really. Maybe it's just that being in love makes you feel like this. Safe. But Kaya knows. And sometimes, when they were 15 or so, they used to get drunk without anybody else knowing. And sometimes Usopp told her how nice it'd be to be a girl. Not to wear dresses and having cute stuff like Kaya, she- She wouldn't be like that. Or maybe she would. It's kind of a mix. "If I were a girl, which- Which I'm not, but just imagine for a moment. I'd be so fricking cool, right?" / "Usopp, sweetie-" / "I'd be the coolest woman in the world! Strong. With long hair, oh God, long hair. That would suit me, wouldn't it? And okay, not dresses, because, uh- They don't look comfy. But maybe long skirts. You know that green, long skirt my mom used to wear? That one. But the point is- Hear me out. Boobs. I like yours. They're nice" / "Thank you? Usopp! Please, let me speak-" / "I wish I had boobs. I don't want girly clothes, I really like my overalls. But- But they'd look great with boobs, wouldn't they? And-" / "Usopp!" / "Wha- What?" / "First, stop drinking. You've had enough, honey. And second... You know you can just... Be a girl, right?" / "Mm? Come again?" / "A girl. If you- You can trust me, alright? If you feel more comfortable being addressed as a girl-" / "No! No! Me? A girl? What? Nope. Never. I'm a man, what- What are you even saying? Kaya, babe, I- My dad-" / "Your dad? Usopp, this is about you. Follow your heart-" / "My heart tells me I'm a man. I swear. I'm not a liar".

She has always been one, but she wasn't sober enough for the words to make sense to her. It did hurt to say it, though.

So Usopp joins the Strawhats knowing something is weird about her gender but never quite accepting it. Until she starts spending more time with Nami. The thing about Nami is that she's extremely feminine but unapologetically a menace to society and she doesn't give a fuck about what other people think. She's strong in her own way and she's the smartest person Usopp has ever met. She's gorgeous, too, it makes Usopp wonder what the hell she's doing with this crew when she would rule the world on her own. So she's... She's the girliest of girls and yet she manages to be extremely ruthless and scary too. It's kind of the perfect mix. And it's not that Usopp accepts instantly that she's a girl, but Nami helps quite a lot. Who makes her realize, though, surprisingly, is Sanji.

These are two different stories, you know, but the point right now is that Sanji treats women differently. We all know this. And Usopp isn't sure when it starts. Maybe Skypiea? Water 7? Perhaps even a little bit earlier. But she has this huge crush on Sanji and hates it. Because he's just a guy! Nami won't stop telling her, too. He's!!! He's so annoying!!! But-- But Usopp sees more of him than others do, and he's just so kind and self-sacrificing and he has the biggest heart in the world. So when Usopp sees him interacting with both Nami and Robin and, you know, all the girls he meets... She thinks "Oh, that'd be nice" and it turns into a "Oh. Oh, fuck. Fuuuuuck. Nooooo" because she just realized that imagining herself as a girl being treated as such is not normal man behavior. She comes to terms with that thanks to Nami, because she's the first person she comes out to. She opens up her heart to her best friend. She tells her everything about her parents and her experience with Kaya and how badly she wants to be seen as a girl but doesn't know if people would like her that way. If people would be disappointed. But Nami? Nami loves Usopp deeply. Nobody has ever trusted Nami so much before. it kind of makes her want to cry, so she hugs Usopp to hide the tears a little bit. Usopp hugs her back even tighter. Long story short, Nami makes her see that being a girl is so much more than what people think, and that nobody in the crew would ever think less of her for that. And by the way: "Really? Sanji?" / "He's- He's cute, okay? I know he's a moron but you know how he is" / "I know. I know, don't worry, sweetie. It could be worse".

MEANWHILE! While Usopp was falling for Sanji and coming to terms with her gender, Nami was having a sexuality crisis! She's a lesbian. She's always been a lesbian. She has always known, ever since she was a kid. She has never liked a man that way. Never will. But- But Usopp. You know? But Usopp. They've always been a duo. From moment one. They've always been so, so close. She feels a connection to her (him, at that moment for Nami, but you know) in a way she has never felt before. They have intimate moments she can't quite explain and she never wants to use any romantic labels here because she's a lesbian. She's not supposed to see Usopp that way? But it's not even sexual or anything she's not- She's not attracted to her but if she wanted to she would and if they kissed she wouldn't move away and- And, okay, it's just weird. And when Water 7 happens she knows she's completely, utterly fucked. Because the second she leaves the crew? That's the moment Nami knows she's losing the love of her life (one of them. Vivi is her long-distance girlfriend and is also the love of her life). So imagine her face. When Usopp comes to her to tell her she's a girl (yay! Sexuality crisis solved. Nami's gaydar is awesome. But also- Fuck, she's in love with her best friend) and that she's in love with Sanji. In love. With Sanji. Of all people. And she's in love with him. And not her. And it kind of kills Nami. But they're best friends. She's supposed to help. So she deals with Usopp's drama all the time, pining in the background as she sees this new relationship happen in front of her.

Okay, So Usopp comes out to crew. And guess who was having another sexuality crisis at the same time as Nami? Exactly, Sanji. So everything makes sense right now, and Usopp and Sanji start dating not so long after Usopp comes out. Usopp starts dressing a bit more fem sometimes, everyone of course starts seeing her with different eyes, she moves to the girl's room... Etc, etc. Sanji and Usopp are-- Awfully clingy. It's horrible to witness. Nami is going through the worst time of her life because Usopp right now is the happiest woman ever and,, And Nami should be happy for her. She should move on. But they won't stop kissing everywhere. And hugging. And Sanji pays way more attention to Usopp now, so, okay, whatever, less snacks for her too, to hurt her even more. Nami and Usopp often have private talks together in the middle of the night. They always do. They literally sleep in the same fucking bed which is, the worst thing right now because Usopp is touchy and clingy when she sleeps. And sometimes she spends hours talking about Sanji and- And Nami can't stand having her so close yet so far. And most of the time she can't even stand the sight of Sanji himself. But she has to live with it. She wishes Vivi was here.

So, we have Sanuso dating. Transfem!Usopp being extremely happy right now. And Nami having the worst moment of her life. Yeah?

Well. There's MORE.

Because of course, Sanji and Usopp have THE talk about Nami. Because we all know Sanji loves her to death and isn't sure how... Usopp feels about that. Long story short, after a very brief but emotional conversation, they both realize they're in love with Nami. So. Fucking hilarious. Because they can't make her just?? Join their relationship, right???

Well, things happen.

While everything was going on, Sanji was having a gender crisis. I don't need to explain much about this because we all know how trans-coded Sanji's story is, so I'll just say: Genderfluid Sanji realizing in the timeskip that she wants to have a more normative fem body (Ivankov we love you). She goes by any pronouns but, you know, it changes and she usually prefers she/her but she's alright with whatever. Usopp coming out to the crew truly helped her realize what she wanted. Usopp and... Also Nami. Basically for the same reasons Usopp has. I have a whole post about this. The point is! The timeskip happens and Sanji comes back with a different body and comes out to the crew. Usopp comes back, still in love with Sanji and Nami (idk if they get help from Ivankov or if it's Chopper the one who helps or maybe even Law, but they help her transition. Choose your fav. The girlie wants boobs, I don't care how she gets them). And Nami comes back, still in love with Usopp but finally accepting their relationship. Well, jokes on all of them, because there's more drama.

Whole Cake Island is... It's fucking awful. Sanji comes back to a family that doesn't love her and just wants to play with her feelings. They make her act like somebody she isn't. They make her pretend to be a boy and bind her chest and it's,, Leaving Luffy. Leaving the crew. Leaving Usopp and Nami. It's killing her. While she tortures herself this way, Usopp begs Nami to bring Sanji back with her. And Nami-- When they were at Zou with Sanji. The time she spent with her without Usopp and the others around. Sanji smiling at them before sacrificing herself. Nami is starting to feel things she thought she would never feel for Sanji. And while Usopp waits in Wano, Nami goes to look for Sanji. And when the fight with Luffy happens, she's angry. She's angry at Sanji for treating them this way. She's hurt because she knows this isn't her Sanji if Sanji was even hers in the first place. She's frustrated because she can't do anything to fix this. And she's furious, too, at herself, because she just found out she's in love with Sanji too. So imagine this poly lesbian realizing she can't be with the ones she loves because they're already in a relationship and one of them just left their fucking crew.

WCI happens and... Okay. This is probably Nami's fault. Or Sanji's. Nobody knows who leans in first but right after WCI, they kiss. It's short and sweet and soft and Nami won't stop crying because Sanji is finally back and she won't let her go. Never again. But she's now panicking and Sanji will probably die from a heart attack because she just kissed Sanji??? And Sanji has a girlfriend??? And her girlfriend is also Nami's best friend??? And she just happens to be in love with her too??? So Nami does the most reasonable thing ever and runs away without explaining anything. Yay. She's sure, once they get to Wano, that Sanji will tell Usopp and they're going to hate her forever. She's not used to this! She usually has everything under control! She's losing her mind. God.

But... But Sanji just experienced the one thing he's been waiting for for years??? God, she needs to tell Usopp right away. Wano happens and it's not like they have much time for talking. Sanji is still going through her, um, 'bring on more past trauma' era, so it's pretty difficult. And Nami spends Wano all the time with Usopp and it's so, so hard not to focus constantly on the fact that she has kissed Sanji. And she's about to die when she's fighting against Ulti and sees her whole life passing right before her eyes so she realizes, then, that she has to be honest with both Sanji and Usopp if she gets out of there. When she actually survives she kind of hates herself for making that promise. Yadda yadda, post-Wano happens. They're all partying, still there, and Nami tries to distract herself from all this drama because if she thinks more about it she might end up having a breakdown. But Sanji and Usopp do talk and- And they need to approach this. Usopp is a bit hurt that perhaps Nami only wants Sanji, but she can deal with it. If Nami wants to be with Sanji, that's completely fine with them. So they have the talk, finally, in a private corner of the festival where nobody they know is around.

Nami starts uncharacteristically apologizing? Which is weird for her to act like that, but she does. She's lost so many people already and she refuses to let that happen again. So she apologizes. She should've never kissed Sanji and- And what's even worse is that she's also in love with Usopp. With both. And it makes her look so selfish and greedy and she swears it isn't like that. Her feelings are genuine. But then Usopp starts?? Laughing??? She finds this whole situation hilarious and explains that they've been stupid the whole time.

So, uh, yeah. They're idiots. This is biblically accurate because lesbians are always like this. We do not know how to communicate.

They're all,, So relieved. So, so happy. They won't stop smiling. And Usopp is honestly feeling a bit left out because?? She hasn't yet kissed Nami??? So they finally kiss. And then they kiss again. And Sanji joins. And they're the cutest thing on earth. And telling the crew is just as easy as Franky seeing them like that, telling him... And the word spreads fast enough.

This is getting long but, basically: They're the clingiest throuple in the whole world. If they were all annoying at first, imagine how annoying they are now. At this point, there's no "girls' room" anymore because Robin has moved to sleep with Franky, so Sanji, Usopp, and Nami have their own room. Which is good for literally all the crew because imagine having to deal with them. Sanji is so loud about her love for her girls... She's constantly showering them equally with love and cooking their favorite meals. She's always panicking a bit because she wants to give attention to both but sometimes Usopp is in her workshop and Nami is taking care of her trees so what is she supposed to do??!!! She wishes she could be everywhere at the same time... They end up telling her to do whatever she wants and follow her heart and split her time because they know she loves them equally and she doesn't need to prove anything. For Nami, dating her best friend and the person she thought was incredibly annoying at first is... Weird. She isn't used to so much affection from Sanji. Like, reciprocating the affection and loving him back. It's weird because now he isn't annoying at all but incredibly sweet? And her relationship with Usopp is pretty much the same except that now they kiss and hold hands and whenever Nami is like "Zoro! Carry me!" he always goes "Tell one of your girlfriends to do it" and it sucks because tbh Zoro does look like he has comfy muscles to rest on. Usopp is so excited about this! She loves both of them deeply she never thought this would happen. She sends letters to Kaya constantly about them, too! They're just,,, So so sweet. They go to sleep together and wake up cuddling and all tangled up. Usopp and Nami do gardening together but they always end up making out behind the trees. Sanji and Nami try to be casual about it but Sanji just loves showing all the love she has for her girlfriend to the world so PDA is something assured. Sanji and Usopp always spend the night watches together (Nami doesn't because it's comfier in bed and bold of you to assume she's getting out of there). Usopp gets stronger and toned post-ts and Nami and Sanji are always sitting on top of her. Sanji has a lot of issues going on after what happened in WCI/Wano and both Usopp and Nami help them go through their panic attacks. Usopp draws them all the time and has her whole sketchbook filled with drawings of her partners. Nami always peels the best tangerines from her trees and brings them to them even though Sanji insists on being the one doing it, but Nami says that sometimes she needs to be the one eating and not just serving. They share clothes constantly, but they have different clothing styles so sharing clothes pretty much happens either on accident or whenever they want to make Sanji go insane. Usopp leaves notes and drawings for them all over the ship. Nami is always offering to put makeup on them but it's always an excuse to be close. She also often falls asleep while working on her maps so they have to carry her to their room without waking her up. Nami loves brushing Usopp's hair!! Sanji absolutely adores feeding them sometimes like, playfully, and you can imagine how that ends. Oh!!! And Usopp is always giving them flowers. Not to mention that Nami often creates rainbows for them because they're pretty!! Also, when the fight isn't that serious, both Usopp and Nami act like they need saving because they know how much Sanji adores playing the hero. Usopp tells them stories while they paint each other's nails and talk shit about other people together.

This is the best relationship ever because it's just three best friends to lovers. My absolute beloved. I have a lot of,,, More ideas for them,,, But yeah,,,, Thank you so much for this ask. I love talking about them.

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Since Rollo is revealed to have parents do you have any headcanons for them weather looks or how they would feel about Malleus

Yeah, I wrote about them a tiny bit in From the Ashes.

I figure the father is pretty tall and looks really... severe, probably has heavy wrinkles and whatnot. His hair was brown when he was younger, but it went gray within a year of Jehan's death.

Their mother is a lot shorter and also looks intense. I think her hair would've been naturally gray. I guess I saw it as Rollo resembling the father in terms of demeanor, eyes, nose, etc while taking after his mother's coloring. He also has her lips.

The main thing about them is that they couldn't have handled Jehan's death well. I figure they grieved really, really hard and didn't have the presence of mind or the time to comfort Rollo properly. They do seem to care about him, if Rollo's vignette is any indication. They either aren't good with emotional stuff in general or they totally failed to believably reassure Rollo that Jehan's death wasn't his fault. They may have tried when Rollo got a bit older, but by then it was too late. Rollo writes to them out of obligation, but he doesn't share genuine thoughts or feelings with them. They're almost like a chore he has to check off.

I would not at all be surprised if they, thinking they were alone, had held each other, miserable, teary, and cursed Jehan's precocious magical ability without realizing Rollo overheard them.

As far as what they think of Malleus... Well, it's gotta be baffling, right? You lost one son. Your other son is, let's face it, a bit off. You love him, but Jehan's death hit him hard. He doesn't really have friends and it feels like he doesn't let you 'in' so to speak. Have you failed as a parent? Will he grow out of it?

One day, he comes home and tells you (as though under duress) that he has a boyfriend. That's gonna surprise anyone, but great, he's coming out of his shell and getting involved with others. That's a wonderful development.

Then he brings his boyfriend home. He's a fae, a straight up dragon with horns and weird eyes. But not only that....... he's a literal prince. A prince who will inherit the throne of an actual country.

I can only imagine how confusing/shocking that must have been for them.

I figure the father would warm up to it first, though he would never smile or look the least bit welcoming toward Malleus because it's not in his nature. He's mostly just happy his son is moving forward with his life. As long as this weird man with horns treats his son well, great. I imagine he had strict expectations for his sons when they were younger, but Jehan's death made him back off and realize that no career or whatever is more important than his son's happiness. But maybe this backing off wasn't really what Rollo needed.

The mom would be more suspicious. You know, the whole, "Why are you interested in my son?" angle. After all, what could a royal want with someone who isn't anywhere near the same class? What does a fae want with him? There must be negative stereotypes about fae that swirl around, right. A creature that lives so long couldn't possibly be taking a relationship with a human seriously. He must be playing with Rollo's heart before eventually dumping him. She would probably try to dissuade Rollo since she doesn't want to see him get hurt. I think it'd take the combination of a proposal and seeing Rollo and Malleus interact a bit more for her to accept that maybe Malleus genuinely does love Rollo.

I can't really blame her for this line of thinking since, in the end, Malleus is legitimately dangerous. He will be king and Rollo will be, at best, a foreigner the king has taken as a consort. His quality of life would be entirely dependent on Malleus' whims. That's not even getting into how physically and magically powerful Malleus is... She should worry.

#rllr asks #rollo flamme #mallerollo

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greypetrel · 8 months

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♦ for anyone?

Hello there! Thanks for asking! :D

Tis the prompt list

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

Alyra: She is a clean freak. Will jump in a river at the first ever occasion, will stop after a battle to clean her weapons because hell no she's not slipping her daggers in the scabbard like that. She was grown Dalish, sure, but she is extremely suspicious of the five seconds rule. If something fell on the ground, why should you eat it. She accepted the idea of shoes better than Aisling for this.

As for her hobby: she took the Bard thing from Leliana in strides. She's more of a spy than an entertainer -she is a nice mezzosoprano-, and she likes to compose... But just drinking songs. Her masterpieces include "What do we do with a drunken Warden" (composed with Zevran that one time they managed to recreate Spritz), "Small pints make Mythal cry" (Mythal can be substitute with the Maker, according to the occasion) and "Those sweet Dalish brews". She also quite likes carving figures and decorations on wood.

Raina: She won't throw away food. Food poisoning because you're eating some stale food is, for her, preferrable to wasting. It's not even a question. All her friends try to stop her, nobody really managed. Also, she can't cope with doing just one thing at once, she'll grow restless and jump on her seat and become annoying if her hands aren't busy doing something else in the meanwhile.

As a hobby, she is a pretty good knitter. Will not gift anything that she didn't knit herself. She has a good eye to guess sizes and measures.

She loves to sing, but she's terrible at it.

Garrett: He doesn't face confrontation if he hasn't a clear mind over it. He's easy-going, even more than Raina, but when he's angry or upset... He will isolate and refuse to even admit he's feeling bad. Will find some solitary corner to think about it and understand exactly what he's feeling and why, and then face the conversation with a clear head. He's just private (and the one that in a Modern AU would willingly enter therapy).

He likes gardening. He was fine in the farm and loved to take care of the plants. Would name you every green thing around, asked Merril to teach him to forage, has tomatoes in the back garden in the mansion.

Aisling: She hates shoes. Can't function with them, hates the hell out of them. She doesn't understand socks either. Why would anyone want to have their feet compressed is beyond her. She will pick stuff fallen on the ground with her toes. Also, when she's nervous she starts to tap her thumb against her fingers in a precise sequence. It was, originally, an exercise the Keeper taught her and Pavyn to guess whether it was the Fade or not, she committed it to memory so much that it just became a way to ground herself and calm down.

Beside experimenting on magic just because and playing Mythbusters with Dorian, and horses, she likes to draw. She's absolutely terrible at it, has no intention of learning some anatomy whatsoever. But she loves it. Her personal letters are filled with doodles. The more doodles you receive, the more she likes you.

And music. She will sing as she works, when she's happy. She's a decent singer, but won't sing if she's the only one to do it. She loves to dance, and it's pretty good at it.

Radha: She doesn't like to speak much. She's not non-verbal, but she just enjoys listening more. Every single word she says is deeply thought of and meant. Between all the characters, she's the one who'll like the Game the least: saying one thing to mean another for her is just... A waste of words. If she tells you she likes you, it's because she does. It makes her come off as aloof and haughty when she really isn't so, and makes her seem unfriendly. She doesn't wear skirts, doesn't like skirts, she finds them extremely uncomfortable on herself, and also hair. She struggles a lot with her hair, it's curly and she doesn't like how long it takes to take properly care of it. She chopped it all off once and never got back from sporting longer hair on top of her head (it doesn't reach her ears), and an undercut on the sides.

She loves to read. She will read anything and everything. She has a preference for non-fiction and history in particular, and the thing that she really adores about Skyhold is the library. The most books that reaches the Keep are on her request. She will also read people, but if you have a good enough set of historical anecdotes to tell she will like you.

She won't sing to save her life, but is a decent dancer when she puts her mind to it (she's extremely picky in her choice of partners, usually it was Aisling dragging her to dance, or close friends). Before injuring her hands, she was more than a decent lute player.

#characters headcanon #headcanon ask #alyra mahariel #raina hawke #garrett hawke #aisling lavellan #radha lavellan

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myheadsgonenumb · 10 months

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50 Random Character Asks: Remus edition

You're not supposed to answer all 50 of these - but I wanted to, so I did. For wolfstar.

Remus:

1. Canon I outright reject

Remadora. Fine - it's canon he married her, but I do not accept it is canon he loved her. I can't even find evidence he liked her. She just wouldn't accept him telling her "no" and ended up marrying her out of sheer embarrassment.

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on

just wolfstar really - they were never a couple, in canon, but they loved each other desperately and quietly from 1971 until they died. Theirs was - quite literally - the love which dares not speak its name.

3. Obscure headcanon

His mother taught him how to skim stones, and he taught the others how to do the same. He also taught the others about sex. Purebloods don't teach that stuff - they have a mother/daughter or father/son talk the night before the wedding. The wedding night itself is usually a disaster. But the muggle practice of educating your children on sex is considered most distasteful by the wizards who know they do this, and not even considered as a possibility by vast majority of them. Hope - of course - taught Remus all about it, and he told the others. Mr. Potter was most taken aback when he tried to talk to James, the night before he married Lily, and found out he already knew what to do.

4. Favorite line

Mr Moony Presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.

5. Best personality trait

Empathy and gentleness ... and being the master of the wry understatement.

6. Worst personality trait

A tendency to bury his head in the sand and run away from and/ or ignore his problems.

7. Age/height/weight headcanon

current age: 63 height 6' 1" weight 13.5 stone (189lbs/ 85kg)

8. Unpopular opinion about them

He's not that fussed for chocolate and he is a similar height to Sirius.

9. Scene that first made me love (or hate) the character

Probably the boggart in the wardrobe scene. It's been over 20 years since I first read POA, but I'm pretty sure my crush was already cemented in place before he reached the shrieking shack.

10. Best moment on screen (or in the book)

Every time he drops whatever he is holding when Sirius's name is brought up.

11. Faceclaim for the role

I don't like face claims.

12. Crack headcanon

His hidden talent was how high he could wee up a wall, he beat the other boys every time.

13. Dumbest thing they’ve ever done

in canon - married Tonks. In general he's quite sensible. He did go skinny dipping with the giant squid once, though (and Sirius).

14. Most heroic moment

Willingly signing up to fight in a war for a world which hated him and offered him no future just because it was the right thing to do ... twice.

15. Worst thing they’ve ever done

All variations of Snape's Worst Memory - where he refuses to challenge bad behaviour, even when he has the authority to do so, and thus allowing people he loves to terrorise, bully and humiliate other people. I don't think SWM was the only example of that.

16. Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves

He quite likes scurrilous Rita Skeeter articles - he experiences a lot of schadenfreude from them. He hopes one day she will write one about Draco Malfoy - because that little shit used to drag Remus's robes .

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them

I don't really associate any.

18. What they’d go to see a therapist about

He's a British Boomer. He doesn't go to a therapist.

19. Vices/bad habits

He's secretive. He's learned to be for good reason - but sometimes he keeps secrets when he shouldn't.

20. Scars

Lots. There's the large, jagged, purple one with visible teeth marks around his torso - that one never fades, and then lots of smaller, silver and white, faded ones which criss-cross his chest and make his chest hair grow in strange patterns. Fortunately the wolf tends to savage the same places over and over (the bits it can easily reach), and so the damage is limited to the same few areas and the same cuts open over and over. They heal quite quickly, but the scars never fade totally. The wolf has only managed to scar its face on three occasions: the night Remus's mother died, the night Snape got into the Shrieking Shack and the first full moon after James died and Sirius was arrested. He has a few, faded scars across his face from these incidents.

21. Drink of choice (not just alcoholic)

Hot tea and red wine (not in the same cup)

22. Best physical feature

His broad shoulders and his jawline.

23. If they were a scented candle, what would they smell like?

Vanilla

24. Most annoying habit

Talking himself down.

25. 3 things they’d want to take with them if they were dropped off in the middle of nowhere

a map of the area, food and water, a waterproof cloak

26. What they would do if stuck in an elevator with [insert character of your choice from the same fandom] Umbridge - seethe quietly, and smile politely

27. Their guilty pleasure

Sirius

28. How they feel about [insert character of your choice from the same fandom] Luna Lovegood - he smiled indulgently at her conspiracy theories and felt sorry for her because she had no friends and was lonely, he always made sure he took the time to speak with her for a few minutes every lesson and if he saw her in the halls. He liked her a lot - but he thought she was nuts.

29. Eating habits

Perfectly normal - Hope raised him to have nice table manners.

30. Sleeping habits

He can fall asleep anywhere (especially when it's close to a full moon). He is neither a night owl nor a morning person. He is a sleep person.

31. If the had a tumblr what would it look like?

photos and facts about dark creatures, interspersed with Rita Skeeter -style commentary on Umbridge. He'd also reblog a lot of Luna's stuff.

32. Something guaranteed to make them smile/laugh

Sirius taking something apart so he can enchant it.

33. Something guaranteed to make them cry

stubbing his toe - but they're tears of rage as much as anything.

34. How they react when they are feeling X emotion (sad, angry, excited, scared, etc.—can specify as many as you like)

It's very hard to tell when Remus is feeling an emotion. He doesn't like to let his face know. Until he gets totally overwhelmed and then he has a full breakdown.

35. Their idea of a perfect day

Wake up early - next to Sirius, a leisurely breakfast, reading a book with a cup of tea, going for a walk in the countryside and then heading into town to people watch. Eating out (so he doesn't have to cook) walking home in the dark, holding hands and looking at the stars, and then time for the crossword, cocoa and bed.

36. Their favorite season

Summer

37. What they really think about themselves

Secretly - he's actually OK with himself and sort of quite likes himself. He feels like he should be ashamed and apologise for his very existence and not bother the normal people ... but deep down he knows it's them that's wrong and that there's nothing wrong with him. Before she died, Hope told him he was her perfect, magic little boy and she would never wish him to be any different - and he has never forgotten that. He's funny and he's clever and he keeps a very neat sock drawer - what's not to love?

38. Favorite holiday

Christmas

39. Favorite game

Monopoly

40. Favorite book

He has three he will never admit to: Hairy Snout, Human Heart - by an unknown werewolf author; Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart and The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore, by Rita Skeeter.

He tells wizards that he likes to read Beedle the Bard in its original ancient runes, and muggles that his favourite book is War and Peace.

41. If they could have lunch with anyone in the world (living or dead, from any fictional universe or the real world), who would it be?

Hope Lupin - he still misses her, after all these years.

42. 3 comfort items

His wand, the last jumper his mum knitted him before she died, and the first jumper Mrs. Potter knitted him after his mum died

43. 3 favorite foods and 3 they despise

Favourites: cheese on toast, apple crumble and bacon sandwiches. Despises: cooked carrots (though he doesn't mind them raw), semolina/ tapioca and fruit salads.

44. Their happiest memory

Being told he could go to Hogwarts.

45. Their favorite celebrity

Notorious Mass Murderer, Sirius Black

46. The person they most admire

Notorious Mass Murderer, Sirius Black

47. Their dream job

He'd settle for any well paying job, that used his talents and where they wouldn't fire him for being a werewolf tbh. He does quite enjoy being a free-lance boggart hunter (which is lucky - because that's how he's spent most of his adult life), but the pay is patchy and there's not much scope for promotion.

48. Scariest moment of their life

He doesn't really remember the initial attack by Fenrir Greyback - just a lot of pain and fur, and he didn't really understand what was going to happen the first full moon after... so his scariest moment was waiting for his second ever full moon, when he was only five, and he knew what was coming and knew there was nothing even his dad could do to stop it.

49. Favorite toy as a child

His dad had a collection of dark creature miniatures, which he has sent off to a catalogue for. Remus liked lining them all up, making them all fight, and making the lethifold swim across the floor.

50. A memory they’ve blocked out

He would tell you he's blocked out Draco Malfoy dragging his robes ... He has not.

#remus lupin #remus lupin headcanons #wolfstar

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Something I've been thinking about for the past few days is just. How the resurrection stuff is going to affect Robert, Susie and Pump as they get older

Like Streber is an adult, didn't really change that much physically outside of the standard vampire traits and the missing arm

Frank is also an adult, yet got a growth spurt post-revival - and he was already a big dude to begin with

Robert and Susie are teenagers, and Pump is just a kid. They still have a lot of growing to do, and I doubt the body fuckery is going to stop at their revivals

Obviously they weren't entirely human anymore once they came back, but their Otherness just becomes so much more apparent as they grow up. Like ahhhh I wish I could put it into better words but it is just SO interesting to think about

as time goes on, the changes become more and more obvious. their inhumanity was long since accepted by their friends and family, but they never truly got used to it.

rob is a gangly mess, tall and skinny and frail yet incredibly strong. long limbs, just a bit to long to be normal. the neon star glows softly. there are days when the stars spill out across pitch black tendrils, when the power builds. those are the days when he runs into the woods and doesnt look back, for fear of hurting another. the nightmares grow ever worse, reliving the past over and over again. conversations taking place after, in the space between worlds, become a normality. the eldritch being speaks with the human, the human it feels responsible for cursing in a way, as insignificant as it may be in the grand scheme of the universe. but company is hard to come by, and so it does not mind.

susie is haunted by her former ignorance, and she suffers the consequences. the curved horns, long and sharp, poke through the hats she uses to hide them. she pretends they're a part of the hat. the retractable claws and ink-stained fingers are the cause of many darkened scratch marks in the wood of her bed and desk. the oversized sweaters used to conceal her tail sometimes become unbearably stuffy, but she cant take them off. ink splatters cover her walls from misfires and accidents of.her ink manipulation.

pump might have it the worst of them all - because he had been so young, initially all he had was a small stem easily hidden by his poofy hair. now...

a great big leafy stem pokes out from the big bushy mess of hair. a tail made of a long, slender vine ends with a tuft of leaves. he hides it in largely the same way as his sister; big sweaters, hats. but he can't hide the flowers and grass that sprout around his feet, the bright glow of his eyes when danger draws near. he struggles to control his power.

they struggle. they adjust as best they can. life goes on. they maintain some veil of normalcy. but they heal. they all heal with time, working through it all together. 'cause if nothing else, at least they have eachother.

#ask #friendo tag #friendly faces au #heehoo A N G S T!#spooky month #spooky month au

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clairethecutepup · 11 months

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Title: A String's Many Uses... (Ed Edd n' Eddy, "Assassin AU")

"I'm not going to kill you, silly~... You're doing it yourself, 'little dolly.'"

- Sarah, after Goon "A" jeers at the thought of some "prissy ballerina" taking him out, if he doesn't scram.

"Now, now, if you insist on falling to pieces, you should do so properly~."

- Jimmy, after Goon "B" freaks out over Sarah managing to physically manipulate his cohort into forced suicide.

Click "keep reading" for artist's notes...

Did I say C2ndy2C1d's version of Sarah and Jimmy unnerve me? Sorry, I should correct myself: I'm jumping out the most lethal window height, if this version of them ever tried coming within 100 ft of me. Maybe I just "headcanon" this version of them as being more malicious and childishly "playful" than they're actually meant to be in the AU, even when they're assassins that kill people for a living and can't be expected as the most moral beings; but they often did have a crueler/sinister side in the actual EEnE series, and I'd imagine they'd only grow that sense of ruthlessness and cunningness when entering a highly amoral career choice. I doubt the "puppet masters" and professional acupuncturists here wouldn't be too shy about-- and keep your mind out of the gutter here --taking a chance to get all "hands on" and playful with an amusingly fearful shorty, like me. I'd probably be perfectly "dolly-sized," as I could hear Sarah giggling.

Anyhow, the actual file of this thing is about .8 mb over the acceptable size for PNGs, here on Tumblr. Thank goodness for the concept of "Print Screen" and Paint, for "shrinking" the size of a file and not harming the quality, really.

As for the "design-wise" aspects, this was a great opportunity to practice the "shading assistance" feature in Clip Studio Paint: I have to say, it doesn't look too bad, but I wish there was a way to make it appear a bit more smoothly blended. Of course, I had to use red coloring to cover up a yellow spot it made under Sarah's hair, but you should stick to AI art if you expect to let a program do everything for you and do no proper "touch-ups" as needed. I also liked the "gradient" tool, too, 'cause it helped make those neat backgrounds possible! I ensured to have Sarah and Jimmy stand in the center of their "light beams" behind them, while the goons would have the main focus of their lethal injuries be "illuminated" in a similar fashion. I didn't intend for the whiter section to practically "line up," in the two goons' squares, but I'm glad it practically did 'cause it looks nice. I also hope their injuries aren't "gory," but let's be honest: if you can't handle red circles or a spritz of VERY cartoonish-looking blood droplets, I dunno if you should further traverse the internet, lest you end up a mess from the REALLY traumatizing stuff out there...

Also, ever since Puppy Eyes and Doll Eyes (click for comic), I've been adamant about giving Sarah and Jimmy these signature "slasher smiles": Sarah having fiercely glaring eyes and a malicious sneer, while Jimmy has a gleefully sadistic grin and eye filled with ecstatic cruelty. Ohh boy, speaking of that, the (fully-human) Claire is sure in for a ride, when the fan comic series for this AU comes out... Sorry, Claire, but I'd rather YOU be forced to constantly be near them, as part of the "apprentice" program by the organization, than come within 1,000 ft of those two myself. Hey, I said I'd only jump out the window, if the distance was 100 ft, as I'm confident I could find the appropriate one to escape through while they're closing that 900 ft gap.

Anyhow, if you like this piece, thank Demon Slayer for inspiring it, by reminding me of the duo: the "mother" of the spider family could control people with her threads (she even calls them her "dolls"), and the Kizuki that created said family would cut people up with his thread. Interesting fact: C2ndy2C1d's ref. sheet for Sarah and Jimmy only states that thread of theirs is good for cutting bodies than controlling them, it's really fan art and all that portrays them as actual puppet masters-- even if one of C2ndy2C1d's digital art pieces DID depict the duo extending the string from their fingertips, like their hands were actual "crosses" for a puppet's wires to dangle from.

#ed edd n eddy #eene #fan art #assassin #au #alternate universe #digital art #digital drawing #fan work #sarah #jimmy #clip studio art #digital artist

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❛ can’t sleep? ❜

𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

'No!'

Wang Yi replies automatically before he freezes, sighs, and admits, '...yes.'

"What's wrong? Is the floor too hard?"

Above and beside him, Wang Yi hears the sheets rustling as Zhilan moves to the edge of bed to peer down at him. He's not wearing his glasses which means he has to squint (and that looks weirdly good on him for some reason?), but the combination of tousled hair and sleepy frown just makes Wang Yi think, "cute."

As well as get a growing urge to mess up Zhilan's hair even more just for kicks, which he tamps down with a firm grip on his self-control.

After weeks of scheduling snafus, he'd finally gotten what he waited: peace and quiet with Zhilan thanks to a sleepover in his room (no Sun allowed, thank you very much).

'No, just thinking too hard...' Wang Yi trails off awkwardly. 'Sorry, was I making too much noise?'

"No, I was thinking too," Zhilan smiles at him before groping for his glasses and putting them on. When he looks at Wang Yi again, his eyes are clear and bright as ever. "Sometimes I find it helpful to brainstorm at night, just before I fall asleep."

Wang Yi's not sure if that's actually true or Zhilan just saying stuff to make him feel better, but he returns the smile with one of his own. He thinks they'll drop things there, but the scholar actually keeps going.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Wang Yi hesitates, sorely tempted. But...that'd just be dumping everything on Zhilan.

"You can just vent and I'll listen," the other encouraged, seemingly sensing his doubt. "It might be good just to get it all out instead of keeping it cooped in your head."

'Yeah? Right, okay...' Wang Yi agrees before a stretch of silence follows. Zhilan's in no hurry—the best stories can’t be rushed, is it?—but he does rearrange some pillows to have better back support before his friend speaks his piece.

'Is it the ducks' fault that the swan never got accepted?'

"...huh?"

—

"So you read fairy tales too?" Zhilan remarked after a crash course in Andersen's The Ugly Duckling. "Is this part of your research?"

'No, just babysitting duties,' Wang Yi exhales and stares at the ceiling, arms pillowing his head. 'One of your roommates really enjoys them.'

"Is that why Sun's been telling us stories of monkeys climbing beanstalks and destroying houses in Heaven..."

'Uh, I think he mixed a few of them up there.'

"I see," Zhilan smiled ruefully. "Looks like he's on his way to be an author himself!"

'Man, prayers to his proofreader then.'

They share a moment of sympathy, but Zhilan's quick to get back on task. "So, the baby swan..."

'I don't think he was ugly,' Wang Yi says after a moment. 'He was just too different, so he stuck out the more he tried to fit in. And they picked on him until he stopped trying, then scorned him for being himself.'

"Do you think the ducks were at fault?"

'I've tried, but I can't blame them. They might have started it, but it's hu—herd nature to band together and leave out the weirdos. They were just...acting the way they've always known.'

"Hmm," Zhilan muses. "But if the ducks had defended the swan from the start, he might've been accepted by all the barnyard animals."

'They didn't have to do that. The swan wasn't even one of them.'

"They were still family. The mother duck hatched the baby swan from his egg and cared for him like one of his own."

'Yeah, until he stuck out so much she regretted him too.' Wang Yi narrows his eyes. 'That's when I thought the swan was at fault for not fitting in better. But how could he figure that out by himself? He didn't have anyone...to teach him.'

If the baby swan knew a Xiao Mo or Xiao Lu, then he might have come to far less grief.

"But would he listen even if he was taught?" Zhilan asks after some thought. "From what I heard you tell me, the baby swan always stuck to his beliefs. He didn't try to purr like a cat or lay eggs like a hen despite his survival being on the line. Maybe it was less important to be accepted than to be himself, even if he didn't know who that was."

'Was it worth living through a whole winter of misery just for that? If he knew how easy it'd be after fitting in, he might have tried harder.'

"Maybe! But it worked out for him in the end, didn't it? He survived and grew into his feathers to be a beautiful swan."

Wang Yi snorts. 'You mean he got lucky while being dumb and beautiful. The guy didn't even bother checking his reflection once while his feathers were molting.'

"That might have scarred him more, actually..."

'Oh, good point.'

"In any case, the story misled us from the start!" Zhilan points out. "It wasn't about an 'ugly duckling' at all, but a lost baby swan. The author simply used the title to trick his readers."

'That's true, too...'

"So what would you have done?"

'Huh?'

"As an author, I mean." Zhilan's perched on the edge of the bed, hands cushioning his chin as he peers down at Wang Yi. "If you were writing this fairy tale with an actual ugly duckling, how would it go?"

It's always at times like these that Wang Yi's lies come to bite him in the ass. But if he thinks about it, making up stories isn't much different from weaving lies, and both are convincing enough with a bit of truth included.

'Well...' Rolling on his side, Wang Yi faces Zhilan squarely. 'I wouldn't change much, actually, because I don't really know what barnyard animals think.'

Or how normal people work.

'But I'd probably give him a couple of friends to start?'

'Like a cat who knows too much too well, and a dog who thinks he gets everything but actually knows splat.'

Because that's how it went with imperfect people. You walked around with missing parts until you found others like you, then joined up your jumbled pieces to form a whole. It wasn't pretty or perfect but it filled in the gaps, which was sometimes all you needed. His Bai Mo and Lu Ren are like that. He guesses Nicolette and Zhilan are too, though the latter would be a much smarter puppy.

"That's nice...but wouldn't the cat and dog bully the duckling?" Zhilan wonders out loud. "I've seen that happen with smaller birds in real life."

'Oh yeah, for sure.' Wang Yi still remembers the time Bai Mo slapped him for a thoughtless cannibalism remark. 'That's uh, what you call survival of the fittest or something, right? They'd work it out eventually if they're friends. Or if not, the duckling can just fly away after getting wings. It's fine either way.'

He's always been great at leaving before he gets chased off, after all.

"Hmm..." Zhilan tries to see how condoning bullying could ever lead to a happy ending, but fails. "Maybe you should just stick to writing for adults, Wang Yi."

'Huh? Is it no good?'

"Your message might be a bit too advanced for children to understand..." the scholar replies diplomatically. "Still, what happens in the ending?"

'Oh, let me think.' Wang Yi's never considered his future before. He figures Lu Ren will eventually settle down with someone he loves and Bai Mo calm down, period. 'The dog will probably start a family and the cat...become head of local law enforcement.'

Back in their world, Bai Mo was definitely earning high honors at the police academy before the whole transmigration disaster.

"Huh? Does a farm need law enforcement?"

'They were acting pretty lawlessly in the story, don't you think?'

"I suppose you're right." Maybe this was another case of fairy tale logic. Privately, Zhilan resolves to do more research on the genre before he starts another debate. "What about the ugly duckling? Does he go find more of his brethren?"

'Hahaha, I hope not. He can just stick around the other two.'

"That's rather different from the original!"

'Not really,' Wang Yi counters. 'The swan got to find other swans because they were all beautiful to begin with. The ugly duckling's not pretty at all, so he can find beauty in his friends' lives...or something like that.'

"Maybe he has a beautiful heart..." Zhilan suggests. He's pretty sure children's stories are supposed to have uplifting lessons, but why does this one sound more questionable by the second?

'Nah, he's heartless,' Wang Yi replies with such conviction that it almost sounds like fact. Surprised, Zhilan's quick to follow up.

"That can't be true," he pushes gently. "Otherwise, why would the cat and dog have befriended him?"

'Because they're better than him. Nicer, I mean.'

"Even if that's the case, would they have stuck with the duckling all these years if he wasn't their companion?"

'I mean, once you get used to something, it becomes a habit to keep it around—'

"That's not how friendship works."

It's rare for Zhilan to interrupt anyone, yet when he does Wang Yi listens, looking up with a vague sense of having said something wrong. The muffled mix of street lamps and moonlight shining through the deck curtains casts the scholar's face in a soft, intangible glow. Zhilan seems gentle as always, but there's a sharp crease between his brows that doesn't match any of the expressions Wang Yi knows.

"At least...not the ones I've had. And that's not how my friendship with you works either, Wang Yi."

Oh. Um. Well.

'Yeah...I mean, I know.'

It's not how his friendship works with Xiao Mo and Xiao Lu either, but so many things had happened since they last met while alive. Years and two lifetimes have passed...and now he's three worlds away. The truth bothers him as much as the thought that it should bother him more.

'I got carried away. Sorr—'

"Ah no, wait!"

Wang Yi's interrupted again, by a more fast-paced voice this time. He sees Zhilan waving his hands as he sits upright in bed, anxious to make a point.

"I got carried away first! I forgot, we were just talking about stories..."

At least this part of him Wang Yi can always understand. It was a desire to make amends when really, Zhilan doesn't have to compensate for anything at all.

'...I'm glad you feel that way, actually,' Wang Yi pipes up, and this time it's his turn to try soft. 'It's been a while since I've seen my old pals so I guess I've been feeling bitter.'

At himself, though. He was already taking so long to complete those missions; how much longer would they take now?

He sees more than feels Zhilan relax, notes the slumping of shoulders, the smoothing of brows. "I can understand that. I've left people behind too..." the other trails off, almost wistful. "...but I'm sure they're thinking about us even here."

You mean the ones still alive? Wang Yi wonders and tastes bile in his throat. Though he remembers the dead can curse the living just fine...might be nice to feel that, just to confirm they're still around...

"Is this what's been keeping you up?"

Zhilan's voice calls him back again. Wang Yi half shrugs and tries for noncommittal. 'A little.'

"I see...is there anything I can do to help?"

Wang Yi opens his mouth, ready to say no. It's not like doing anything here will make a difference back home. But what about Zhilan? He was different from the guy who had the emotional capacity of well, an ant. Albeit it was an ant that was frequently triggered but otherwise, a pretty shallow guy.

'...maybe we can hold hands,' he suggests after a second.

Zhilan blinks.

'I mean it's childish, but it's making a connection, you know? Sorta like touching bases away from home?'

And feeling something too, physical sensation replacing where lack of emotions ran empty.

'I know it sounds lame, so you don't have to if you don't wan—' But Zhilan is already there, reaching down from his bed until his fingers entwine lightly, warmly, with the digits on the floor. Wang Yi's so surprised he doesn't move at first, fingers curling back in reflex only a second later.

''Does this help?" Zhilan asks after they are well and truly holding hands.

'...your arm will get cold,' Is the first thought Wang Yi voices after seeing Zhilan's pajama sleeve sticking outside of his covers.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine for a little while."

'Oh. A-all right, then...' And Wang Yi breathes before he squeezes the hand once. Twice. 'Yeah. Thanks.'

He's too embarrassed to say more after that. Honestly, he should really tell Zhilan to stop indulging him. What if he got addicted to the preferential treatment or something...sheesh.

But between his racing thoughts, his eyelids start to flutter—is he actually dozing off now? What the hell?

"Good night," a soft voice whispers above him.

Wang Yi slips serenely into a soundless sleep.

#archaictold #drabbles;#aimed for fluff got philosophical instead oop #ok 4th time's the charm to finishing this apparently dhfhfh

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a-steamy-roll · 8 months

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Thanks for responding to my previous ask. I’m still in high school. Did you always feel like you were trans? Like did you have a hard time with it while growing up like I am? Idk how old you are, I guess I was just assuming. I go to a rural school and I’m just kind of alone in this. Actually, weirdly enough the only person I’ve really been able to talk to about it is my ex girlfriend. We dated back in 8th grade and i told her I thought maybe I was pan or gay and she was very chill about it and we are still best friends and I’ve told her I think maybe I’m trans or something, but maybe it really is just a phase. A lot of people talk about dysphoria and I’ve definately felt for a while now like i just do not fit into any masculine boxes, but maybe I’m just feminine. She’s kind of a tom boy anyway so she’s jokingly grossed out by girly things, but I like girly things. I never had them growing up because I only have brothers. There’s the internet, which has been helpful. But a lot of people are really popular and feel unapproachable, and I’ve followed your page for a while and you post a lot of funny stuff so I was like, maybe this girl gets me. It’s confusing. I’d like to hear your story I guess, maybe it gets less confusing after high school.

So since around middle school I had thoughts about how I'd rather be a girl, but I just denied it every time I thought about it because I also grew up in a rural area. I tried to be masculine as possible for years and years expecting to feel like I was good looking and desirable. I just never felt that way. I've always hated my short hair, body hair, my facial hair, my big nose, my broad shoulders, my small hips, my square frame, etc. All of it just made my skin crawl. Still does. Then the pandemic hit and I just felt so jealous of all the people that transitioned during it and finally accepted that I was trans. Since 2020 I've been slowly getting feelers out and coming out to friends and family. I've crossdressed a few times before but never with people I know. Now I'm finally looking at going on hrt and being fully out to everyone important.

My advice for you is that once you know you're trans and you're confident, there's never going to be a good time to transition. The devil on your shoulder will tell you "what if my family disowns me and I'm not independent yet?" And that's going to be a risk you'll have to take. If you can, speak with an aunt or uncle you know is safe and come out to them on the stipulation they keep it a secret. Then ask if you can live with them if you get kicked out. The devil will say "how will I get a job?" And you're going to have to deal with shitty hiring managers. The devil will say "what if I get fired from my job?" And you know what, there are other jobs and unemployment is a thing. The devil will say "I'll be bullied at school." And you'll find friends. They might be losers, but they're your losers and that's an even stronger friendship than one that can drop you just because you became a girl.

And you may be right that you could just be feminine, but this is going to be the best time to come to a decision. You don't need to go all the way either. You choose what kinds of treatments you want. You can just dress in women's clothes, you can go on hrt, you can get vaginoplasty, you can get voice training, you can get vocal surgery, you can get electrolysis. You can do any combination of these things and more. It's all what feels right to you. Now, I can't really tell for you but it really comes down to, would you be more comfortable if you were a girl? If so you've got yourself a journey ahead of you and decisions to make.

#love you anon <3 #approach me anytime you need a chat

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this is sorta a part two to my last post kinda? Well it's more of a head canon, scenario thing with Y/N and the ninja so enjoy!! (I wrote this at 2 am so please excuse any mistakes)

There was a time when Lloyd was still physically a child that the ninja just dropped him off in your porch one night, you woke up the next day to see him in a box asleep. Let's just say you were very confused. "Lloyd what in garlic bread are you doing on my front porch" "uhhh, something something mission, something something dangerous" you then proceeded to pull the box in your house, turn on the TV, call the ninja, AND YELL AT THEM. You were pretty pissed but they agreed that they would pay you. That payment never happened. Once Lloyd turned older you kinda felt bad for him, to you he's still just a kid who had to grow up to soon. (Literally)

Before Nya became the elemental master of water you two would have a girls night every month, she would catch you up with ninja stuff, and since she was usually helping them, you would catch her up with the news around ninjago city. Eventually the ninja caught up with this, and BEGGED you two to join you. You both eventually agreed and now it's just a huge slumber party where you all talk about stuff. But because the ninja are always busy you all don't get to do that as often anymore.

Jay would always talk to you and ask you about love advice. (Even though you've never been on a date with anyone, or have had a crush) He would ask you about what girls like. "So like, how do I make a girl fall for me" "you push her or something, why would you want that in the first place?" "NO I MEAN FALL IN LOVE" "OHHH, PFT I DUNNO WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME?" It took you a long time to figure out that him and Nya were dating. He would also ask you for help on his inventions which if you didn't have work, you would accept. You two were working on this huge invention and were very excited to finish it, sadly you never did.

You aren't a cook, but you always loved baking, and eventually friends had asked you to bake for events. Being the worried you called the best cake tester/lover you knew. "Y/N it's literally 2 am what is it?" "Cake" ".... WhAt?" You sighed thinking that just saying cake would summon him, sadly you were wrong. "I'M MAKING A CAKE FOR MY FRIEND'S BIRTHDAY AND I NEED IT TO BE PERFECT, SO I NEED A TASTE TESTER" .... "I'll be there in 10" For the rest of the night you baked, Cole helped taste test, and eventually you had made the perfect cake. You two were very sleep deprived but it was worth it since your friend LOVED it. Because of work though, you and to give up on baking for a while.

You knew a good amount about cutting hair so Kai would just appear on your doorstep randomly. "Can you give me a haircut?" "Bro, it's 6 am in THE FUCKING MORNING" "HEY YOU SAID WE CAN'T CURSE" "IS LLOYD BEHIND YOU OR SOMETHING? BECAUSE IF NOT THEN I'LL CURSE WHENEVER I WANT TO BITCH" "JUST GIVE ME A HAIRCUT" You did end up giving him his hair cut. "Oh my god, it looks amazing thanks Y/N" "wait, wait, rewind, ARE YOU BEING NICE? KAI DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?" "WHAT" "YOU WENT THROUGH CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT REMEMBER WHEN WE HATED EACH OTHER OH MY GOSH" you were literally crying while hugging him, and your a strong hugger. "Y/N! A-AIR! I CAN'T B-BREATH" you eventually let him go then kicked him out of your house after he paid, he cursed you out. Some things really don't ever change, at least you thought so.

Your a very curious person so once you found out that Zane was a ninjaroid you had many questions. "Wait so when you eat what happens to the food-WAIT HOW DO YOU USE THE BATHROOM?" "UHHHH" You two agreed to never speak of that again. You once saw him meditating on the kitchen table. "This place is weird" you spoke while walking away. You as many others were a HUGE fan of his cooking. "I think I just died and came back" You had asked him to cook for your birthday and he had agreed, you tried to pay him but he just wouldn't take your money. "ZANE TAKE THE DAMN CASH" "NEVER" You did eventually sneak in and put the money under his bed. That's the day he was convinced that the tooth fairy does indeed exist.

You always were good at sneaking around, running, and you had an amazing aim. Of course like everyone you had your weaknesses, for example you're a horrible swimmer, aren't that strong, and your bad at parkour. So when the ninja asked you to join their team and help them with missions you were honered, but didn't know if it was what you wanted. On the bright side you would get to hang out with the closet thing you have to family, you all would see each other more often. You would finally be happy, and you'd make sure to keep an eye on all of them. On the other hand you'd be leaving ninjago city, it was your home, all you've ever known as a home, you also had other friends. Plus you would have to be worried every time the ninja would go on a mission of course when your with them you would make sure they didn't say or do anything stupid, your weren't any where as strong as them physically, but mentally, that's a different story. And you weren't sure if you'd be able to handle threats like Garamadon. Let's just say you're conflicted.

#ninjago #reader #platonic reader #ninjago x reader #ninjago cole #ninjago nya #ninjago jay #kai ninjago #lloyd ninjago #cole ninjago #jay ninjago #ninjago zane #part two i guess #ninjago x reader platonic

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majimasleftasscheek · 2 years

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Hey idk if you're doing these rn, and I'm sorry if you aren't, but i was wondering: do you have any head canons for trans!kiryu? If that's even one of your head canons.

no worries, I'll take headcanon requests anytime! I don't particularly have trans hcs for characters since it's not an experience I personally relate to/have thorough knowledge about other than my trans friendos but I don't mind giving it a try!

I think he's super trans positive obvs but for the longest time he wasn't necessarily that kind to himself. He's often the bearer of burdens and feels the need for self punishment so I feel like he would struggle with such a concept that he can change himself and feel better about it. A man who struggles to self practice what he preaches in a sense, self doubt and all that

he's also prolly super ignorant of things. Like, doesn't know the meaning of terms or the nuances of it all. Not necessarily a bad thing of course, just when he's talking to other people about it he'll sound confused or get things wrong with the best intentions of course. He was raised very simply and I highly doubt Kazama was a fountain of knowledge for him. I would think he'd support Kiryu cuz that's his fav boy but outside of that he's like aight do whatever you gotta do kiddo, anyway keep beating up people with stop signs

Kiryu leans heavily into masculine behaviors and idealisms since his whole worldview has been brought up by these tough, manly yakuza dudes that he at one point idolized and that's just how he thinks men should be. So he becomes overly stoic, flatly emotional and strong. Values fights and muscles and manly shit like gut punching. Maybe it takes him a long time to realize things aren't so black and white but it makes it hard for him to open up and express himself. He's terrified of people finding out in such a hypermasculine community so he's easy to clam up and treat things with his fists over conversation unless proven otherwise

Nishiki would totally be the supportive best bro, helping him with confidence and day to day living n all that. Lil stuff that makes Kiryu feel normalized and cozy. Kiryu can be one for exaggeration but he likes to take things slow and feel like he's just another person. Nishiki could definitely keep things light hearted

because I can't NOT mention Majima in 99% of what I do, he would be super supportive of Kiryu. He treats everything so casually that Kiryu is actually taken off guard many times, not used to someone who doesn't really give a damn about how someone lives their life. It's comforting to know someone as wack ass as Majima would be outright accepting and very likely violently protective

Haruka! I think at some point he'd have to explain everything to her - after like, really educating himself without fumbling over words or terminology and ends up doing that anyway but she gets the gist. Frankly she prolly understands more than he does and she helps him out, being really forthcoming and accepting. He's her dad in the end and that makes him happy. This also makes him pretty familiar with feminine issues n things so that’s a unique perspective for her growing up

I think he’d be really proud of that facial hair he has. He keeps it nice n groomed and was quite happy when it first came in. Same goes for his body. He likes to keep toned in that masculine way he wants to be. He probably was a lil unsure about things when he first started transitioning but Nishiki could have been there to help out and really encourage him

I hope this was good! I can't speak for the trans experience personally so I had a lil help from some of my pals. I like to talk about feelings and acceptance which really resonates with me so I hope I got that across

#hope it's aight I don't mention things like surgery n stuff #I don't particularly have any strong hcs for that so I'll leave it to yall #I'm about that genderfluid life but this was fun to think about!#long post #my art #my hcs #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #kiryu kazuma #majima goro #nishikiyama akira #trans!kiryu

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angel-riki · 3 years

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Dazed & Dreaming {Ch. 2}

summary: Y/N's life was always quite normal, some may even consider it boring. However, Y/N enjoyed her simple life and the little pleasures it brought. Unfortunately, that all changed the day she found out her best friend's biggest secret. Her discovery leads her down a rabbit hole of a new and confusing world she never knew existed. She must now navigate this new life filled with love, fear, and the supernatural. What awaits her down this path?

pairing: enhypen x reader (vampire au)

warnings: light swearing

word count: 1,569

chapters: [Ch.1] [Ch.3] [Ch.4]

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You bit into your second piece of toast of the morning as your phone buzzed in your pocket. After rummaging around for a few seconds, you retrieved your phone. You smiled at the notification, it was from Jake.

Jake: "We're here :)"

You quickly typed out and sent your reply as you hurried to finish the rest of your breakfast,

Y/N: "Ok, omw!"

One huge bite of toast and a painful swallow later, you were gathering your things and scurrying out the front door. You half-jogged down your driveway until you reached the car, greeting the boys like usual,

"Good morning," you said cheerfully as you climbed into the back seat.

Heeseung had been giving you rides every morning now for a couple of weeks, it had become your daily routine. And even though you insisted that you could walk, the two boys wouldn't take no for an answer. You eventually accepted their generosity, however you still felt a bit guilty. Fortunately, this new routine had allowed you and Heeseung to grow much closer over the past weeks. Now, you considered him a friend instead of a mere acquaintance. This was a relief as you had gotten much more comfortable around him. Although, Heeseung was just good at making everybody feel comfortable. He was just so charming and kind. This made it a lot easier for you to manage your nerves, but a lot harder for you to keep your crush on him from growing.

*****

The bell rang, signaling that it was time for lunch. Relief washed over all of the students' faces as they were freed from a horrendously boring lecture. You shared that relief as you packed up your stuff and strolled out of the classroom. You made a quick pit stop at your locker before heading down to the cafeteria.

After grabbing your food, you walked into the bustling dining space. Gosh it's so crowded, where are they? You scanned the tables until you noticed someone waving at you rather enthusiastically. Shocker, it was Jake. Heeseung was beside him, smiling and waving at you as well. You waved back before heading over to where they were sat. You set your food on the table and pulled out the chair in front of you. As you sat down, you noticed that Heeseung didn't have any food. How strange, you thought.

"Heeseung, where's your lunch?" You asked, knowing there had not been enough time for him to have already finished eating.

"Oh, I'm just not hungry today is all," he said awkwardly.

"Are you sure? You can have some of mine if you'd like," You offered.

"That's okay, thank you though," he smiled.

Something was odd about his demeanor after you brought it up, but you couldn't put your finger on it. You decided to stop interrogating him as you turned to Jake,

"How was that math test you had earlier?" You asked.

"Good! Aaand I may or may not have written down that one formula I can never remember on the inside of my hand..." he replied.

"Smart move," you giggled.

"I know," he said, grinning proudly.

You rolled your eyes as you began eating your lunch. Your school lunches were mediocre at best, but it could be worse. Another day, another stale pb&j. As you ate, the two boys started rambling about their after school plans. Apparently, there were a few other boys that they hung out with quite often. You had never met them, although Jake had mentioned them here and there. Listening to their conversation, you suddenly felt a slight sadness come over you. It wasn't that you were jealous, you were just afraid that one day they would get sick of you and leave you behind. They had other friends, but you didn't. Jake and Heeseung were all you had. You shook your head as you tried to expel the negative thoughts. Why am I getting upset over something that hasn't even happened? They would never do that anyway, you reassured yourself.

Before you knew it, lunch was over and you were running late for your next class. You were speed walking down the hall when you turned a corner and ran directly into something. Or some one, rather. You looked up to see who you had just harshly collided with. You recognized him from your english class, yet you had never spoken to him before. You realized you didn't even know his name.

"Ah, I'm really sorry!" You apologized, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment.

Seeing him up close like this made you wonder how you hadn't paid more attention to him. You had never noticed how handsome he was. He had a very sharp jawline and thick black hair that dangled just above his eyes. You also noticed there was a beauty mark on the side of his nose. Wow, his nose is like, perfect.

"It's alright. It's not every day that I run into a cute girl," he replied coolly.

You thought you were flustered before? Well now you were REALLY flustered. You opened your mouth to respond but before you could speak, he cut you off,

"Your lip is bleeding," he said, his face suddenly full of concern. His skin seemed to be growing paler.

"Oh, I didn't notice," you said, reaching up to wipe your mouth. You must have slightly busted your lip when you ran into him. You looked down and noticed a little trail of blood on the back of your hand. Thankfully, it was only a small amount so you weren't too worried. You looked back up at the boy and you noticed he was staring at your mouth rather intensely, almost as if he was in a trance.

"Uh...well I better get to class. Sorry, again." You apologized one last time before hurrying off down the hall.

Weird.

*****

Your class seemed to go by faster than usual today. Maybe it was because you ended up being almost 10 minutes late after your little incident in the hallway. Or maybe, it was because you couldn't stop thinking about that strange boy. Either way, you were relieved that class was over. However, that relief quickly left you once you realized what your next class was; English. You really didn't want to see that boy again after your previous meeting. You were still quite embarrassed and his reaction just made you even more uncomfortable. You sighed as you reluctantly accepted the inevitable.

Once you were seated at your usual spot, you pulled out your notebook and a pencil. You scanned over yesterday's notes as your teacher began the lesson. Everything was fine for a bit, until you began feeling eyes on you. Maybe you were just paranoid, but you could've sworn you saw that boy from earlier staring at you every so often. You attempted to pay attention to the lesson, but you couldn't. He was making you incredibly on edge. You put your head down in frustration. God, can't this day just end?

*****

You tapped your temple with the end of your pencil as you tried to make sense of your chemistry textbook. Although you were reading the words on the page, you weren't absorbing or internalizing any of it. You sighed and defeatedly closed your textbook as you decided to call it a night. You had been at the library studying for hours, you hadn't even noticed how dark it had gotten outside. You packed up your belongings and threw on your coat and scarf before heading out of the library. A shiver passed through your body as you entered the cold evening air. You began walking at a faster pace than usual, trying to get back to some warmth as soon as possible.

After a couple of minutes of walking, you could feel your cheeks stinging and you could see your breath in front of you. I need to get home faster, I'm freezing. You thought while looking around for a shortcut. You found a path down the edge of the forest that seemed to be the quickest route home. You sighed as you hurried down the deserted trail. As you continued on your way, you started to get an eerie feeling. Perhaps it was just the setting you were in, but you were considerably creeped out. You never liked walking alone at night, I mean, who does? Suddenly, as if on cue, you heard something behind you. You whipped your head around as you scanned the area for any potential danger. You didn't see anything but you could've sworn you heard another set of footsteps following close behind you. Maybe you were just being paranoid again. You turned back around, sufficiently scared at this point as you anxiously jogged the rest of the way. You sighed with relief as you made it to your house safely. You opened the front door and locked it behind you, not daring to look back out into the night. After shaking off your uneasiness, you headed upstairs and changed into your fuzziest pajamas before crawling into your warm bed. You quickly melted into the soft blankets as you drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

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Ooooh, spooky ending! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter which was full of foreshadowing ;). I know it's taking a while to get all the boys introduced but I promise it'll happen soon! Thank you for reading! I’m also uploading this series on wattpad if you’d like to support it over there!

~Elle <3

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Chapter Twenty-Nine: Red Roses, Red Roses

Rated: 16+ For graphic descriptions of violence and gore, brief mentions of rape, mentions of torture, mentions of abuse, and disturbing images.

Masterlist

~All the pretty girls, they find

A way to keep you on my mind

I swear I heard you singing along

Cities pass like candy stores

And you're the one

I'm looking for

And so

I'm just a boy

Who's telling a girl

That when I grow up I'll buy you a rose

When I grow up, I'll buy you a rose~

"Okay, but what is the proper plural form of Nephilim?" I asked from the back seat of the Impala as it drove through the winding roads from the bunker and into town. "See, 'cause ' Nephilims ' sounds weird. So, is it ' Nephili ' like ' octopi ', or could it be ' Nephilice ' like ' mice '? I need to know this, guys."

The car was silent. Sam, Cas, and Jack were all thinking over the answer to my question and Dean was just rolling his eyes in the mirror.

"Maybe-" Sam started slowly "-Maybe it's just 'Nephilim'. You know, like ' moose '?"

"Yeah, that kinda sounds right, I guess." I nodded. Dean laughed and shook his head, glancing at me in the mirror. "What?"

"Oh, nothin'." He waved a hand. "I just don't get ya' is all."

"Yeah, neither do I." I shrugged and Jack must have found something funny because he snickered. "But what is it that you don't get?"

Dean shrugged. "I mean, I know you get rattled; Felix scares you and I get that. But you just take everything else in stride! How do you do that? I just- I don't get it."

"I told you this, Dean. I'm good at hiding my reactions to things and if I can't hide them then I use them to gain sympathy from others." I glanced at Jack, catching his eye. "At least, that's what I do until I can really trust somebody."

Jack smiled a little and tugged me closer into his side. He had been acting sorta weird since we'd all piled into the Impala for the drive into town. Jack had wrapped his arm around my waist and held me tight against him, almost as if he was keeping me away from the trench-coated angel on my other side. He kept shooting Cas these weird glances and I couldn't help but wonder what they could be about. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought that Jack was being possessive.

Not that I was complaining about our close proximity or anything! Jack was really warm and winter in Kansas was, shall we say, not. Who was I to turn down free cuddles? Although those cuddles did kinda make me want to sink my teeth into him. He smelled so sweet and his skin looked so frustratingly soft. Maybe one of these nights I could sneak into his room and get a taste. That could make things better, I mean, half the torture of being around him was the curiosity of not knowing.

"And we're here!"

Sam's voice knocked me out of that potentially devastating train of thought and I followed Jack out of the car. Okay, ' followed ' is the wrong word. Jack pretty much just pulled me out of the car with him. He didn't let go of me. Weird.

The town of Lebanon, Kansas reminded me quite a bit of Copper Harbor. The main difference was that Lebanon was bigger... A lot bigger. The buildings were small and friendly, made of red brick and wooden doors and windows with glass that bulged out at the bottom. The streetlamps were iron and curled over the street as they should and there were planter boxes underneath display windows. The whole town just breathed in a way that said ' stay awhile '.

"It's Christmas time," I noted aloud, "I almost forgot."

There were colorful lights wrapped around poles and wreaths hung on doors with bells that jingled when they opened. There were even speakers placed outside that filled the air with all sorts of holiday music and I felt a smile split across my face as I started to sing along.

"Oh, no. Don't tell me you sing too," Dean chuckled as he held open the door of a discount clothing store. I was about to say something witty as a response but Jack beat me to the chance.

"She does! She sang to me last night," He said, smiling down at me. Dean raised an eyebrow, glancing at the acute lack of space between us. Jack noticed and let go of my waist.

"Oh yeah? And how was that?" Dean asked, smirking.

Jack's brow's furrowed and his head tilted as he eyed me like he was trying to remember something.

"It was..."

' Please don't say anything that'll get me dead! ' I pleaded silently.

"It was magical ."

Sam, Dean, and Cas all shared a strange look, but before anything more could be said, the shopkeeper waltzed in from the back room.

Her silver hair was cut short and straight with the ends tucked around her chin. She was a short, thin woman probably in her late forties or early fifties with a not-a-hair-out-of-place sort of attitude. I would bet twenty bucks that her name was Christie spelled with a 'Ch' that she would be sure to remind us of. Click-clacking her way over to us in a pair of atrociously hot pink six-inch heels, the woman regarded us over the tops of her thick, rectangular glasses which hung on a chain around her neck. She flicked her eyes over each person individually in a way that reeked of silent judgment and when her eyes landed on me I was tempted to flip her off. When she was satisfied that she knew everything there was to know about us, the woman fixed a painfully fake smile onto her face and greeted us, speaking slowly like we were uneducated simpletons.

"Well, hi there all! My name's Christie with a 'Ch', you know, like in 'Christmas'? What are your names?"

Called it.

"Hey, Christie. I'm Dean, this is my brother Sam, standing really creepily behind me is Cas, and this one here is his son Jack." Dean pointed as he introduced everyone, sounding annoyed as if this was his tenth time meeting Christie which it probably was. "We're lookin' to get Marty here some warm clothes. Got anything, ah, petite?"

I shot Dean a pointed look to which he just smirked. It wasn't my fault he and his brother were so freakishly tall. In front of us, Christie ignored his request to do business and kept on chatting.

"Sam and Dean Winchester? I remember you, boys. Why didn't you tell me one of you had a daughter as pretty as this little vision? Is she yours, Sam? She looks a bit like you," She cooed, stroking my hair as if that was a socially acceptable thing to do. I almost bit her hand off but smiled instead. Her question caught Sam off guard.

"No, no. Marty's not my daughter," He chuckled nervously, shaking his head.

"Oh! My mistake. Is she yours, Dean?"

"What? No! O'corse not!"

I nearly smacked my face with my palm. Were these guys trying to look like kidnappers? Considering their age and the way I was dressed, oh yeah, this totally looked like a kidnapping.

Christie frowned and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to her side. Jack reached for me but Christie pulled me further away, glaring at him.

"Oh, dear me. I shouldn't be calling the police on you boys now, should I?"

Sam and Dean glanced at each other, trying to come up with some sort of excuse and Christie was already pulling out her phone. A very Isaac-like idea popped into my brain. I rolled my eyes and huffed, pushing away from Christie.

"Ugh! Why do you guys have to be so weird about it? I mean, if you have to dress like child abductors then you could at least try not to act like it!" I turned to Christie, shaking my head. "Yeah, sorry about them, ma'am. It's a really long and scandalous story and you probably don't wanna hear the details, but I'm not being kidnapped, I promise."

Christie perked up at the mention of scandal, she was probably just itching for some juicy gossip to spread around at one of her knitting meetings.

"Well, I should probably hear the whole story just to make sure," She said, almost buzzing with excitement.

"Are you sure?" I baited, "It's pretty bad!"

"Oh, you can tell me, hon! I won't tell anybody."

Liar, liar, pants on fire!

"Alright, so long story short, my mom is Cas's aunt and she's a slut who cheated on my dad, who's a straight-up loser. So, he only found out that I'm not his just last week and filed for divorce within two days because he finally has an excuse to get rid of me now. Except, surprise-surprise, my mom never wanted me either because I'm a useless mistake and so they both threw me to child support which Cas here saved me from because he's a decent human being!" I finished my rant of bull crap and inhaled deeply. Christie had bought every word.

"Aw, you poor baby! You get a discount, sweetheart, and if one of your parents ever comes in here I'm gonna wring their neck!" She continued babbling as she led us through the store while Sam, Dean, Cas, and Jack all stared at me like I had eight heads. I smirked at them and shrugged a little.

Five hours and six oversized bags of clothes later and we were out of that store. We crossed the street and collapsed on some benches outside a diner, remaining silent for a while.

"That was worse than Hell!" Dean complained, tugging his boots off and rubbing his sore feet. "If I had to hear that woman talk for one more minute, I might have slit her throat!"

The rest of us made noises of agreement. Well, all except Jack who just shrugged.

"I thought she was nice," He said, though he too looked worn out.

"That wasn't nice, Jack. That was prying," Cas corrected him.

"Yeah," I agreed, "I wasn't sure how much more crap I could spout about your aunt, Cas!"

"Yeah, um, speaking of," Sam cut in, "You had that whole thing pretty handled, Marty. Where'd all that stuff come from anyway?"

"I've been on my own since I was nine, Sam," I lied, lowering my head and picking at my jeans.

"I get that, but-"

" Since I was nine , Sam ." I glanced up to see Sam's mouth form into an 'O' of understanding. I looked away again, quieting my voice. "I know how to make up excuses that people won't question."

"Ah."

"You are quite the liar, Martina," Cas spoke up with a tilt of his head. The way his words curled in on one another made it impossible for me to tell whether his statement was one of praise, suspicion, or both. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Jack eyeing Cas, his lip curled in a scowl that looked unnatural when displayed by his gentle features.

I didn't look up at the angel sitting in front of me. A tight smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I tapped the pads of my fingers against my knees.

"You don't trust me do you, Castiel?" I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral. Cas sighed and shook his head; I watched Jack's hands clench into fists.

"No. No, I don't," He said, eyeing Jack's reactions as well.

"Why not?" I still didn't look up, feeling the angel's gaze shift to me.

"You lie so easily to others, and you do it very well. What's to stop you from doing the same to us?" For once, Castiel's tone didn't seem accusatory. He sounded truly curious and... understanding almost. His words were something close to gentle.

"Nothing, really," I answered honestly, "For five years, it was just me . I had Isaac but I still felt so alone . I felt so small and scared and purposeless . All I did was run and hide, it was like I was just waiting to die. So, when you guys offered me protection, I couldn't say no. I couldn't say no, even if I didn't actually need it."

"Didn't need it? What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked, leaning his elbows on his knees. I shrugged.

"You guys saw a small kid getting attacked in that alleyway and you helped her out. You just made the same mistake that everybody does."

"And what mistake is that?" Cas pressed, squinting curiously.

"Thinking that small means the same thing as helpless," I took a deep breath, shaking my head, "It doesn't, and I'm not. I told you I was clever, you just never stopped to think about what that meant. What you guys don't seem to get is that I survived for five years . I was just scared that if you knew then you would leave me there alone and I- I just couldn't."

"So, you lied to us?" Sam asked with a frown. I nodded.

"I did. I lied to you and I'm sorry."

"We wouldn't have turned you away, Marty," Jack said, softly grasping my hand.

"I think somewhere deep down I knew that. There were just these things I had to do to survive and I was so scared that if you knew about them, then you wouldn't want me. So, I lied. Because the only thing I could think about was how I just couldn't be alone anymore." I laughed in spite of myself.

Jack nodded solemnly before glancing up and getting distracted by something across the street. His face lit up as he let go of my hand and stood, bounding towards whatever had caught his attention. I didn't bother to watch him.

"Look, Marty," Dean sighed and shook his head a bit, "You seem like a pretty sweet kid and I like you, a lot. Now, I may not know everything about your past, but I know from experience that the only thing that can make up for your mistakes is trying your best to do the right thing now. I wanna trust you, Marty. We all do. But if you keep all these secrets, then we can't do that. So, can you promise us just one thing?"

"Name it."

"No more lies?"

"No more lies," I lied.

"Good." Sam smiled. "So, is there anything else we should know about you?"

There were so many things. None of which I could tell.

"Well, there might be one thing."

"What?"

I opened my mouth to speak but I was cut off by a flower being presented before my eyes. The flower was a rose and the rose was white. It was gorgeous and perfect, there wasn't a single flaw on any of the smooth petals and it was just one step short of full bloom.

There was a hand attached to the rose and I plucked the flower from his fingers, twirling it between my own.

"What's this for?" I asked as I looked up at Jack who beamed down at me the way I remember summer sunshine being like.

"It reminds me of you," He said simply.

"Why?" I chuckled.

"Um, because you said that you pretended to be innocent and helpless because you thought that nobody would want you if they knew otherwise. So, um, I-" He gestured to the rose's thorn-covered stem. "Well, t-this one has spiky-things on it."

"So, it does." I nodded, giggling at his strange explanation. Jack flashed me a grin and continued.

"At first, I thought it was just beautiful, like you, and I didn't see the spiky things until I picked it up. When I touched it, it hurt, but I took it anyway. See, it's still beautiful - even with the spikes - I still wanted it. So, I want you to know that even if you have spikes, I still want you."

Around. There was an ' around ' tagged on the end of that sentence, he just forgot to put it there. Right?

"Thank you, puppy. That was very sweet," I said, catching a glimpse of the flower cart across the street where he must have gotten it. The cart was unattended. In fact, the whole street was oddly empty. It was Christmas time, the street shouldn't have been empty, but it was and that gave me a very bad feeling.

Jack smiled so innocently it made me want to cry.

"You're welcome!"

"You paid for this though, right?"

Jack's face immediately told me the answer. "Is it not for free?"

"Nope, you stole it. You're criminal now," I joked.

"Oh." Jack frowned for a moment. Then he shrugged. "Well, when we grow up, I'll buy you one."

I had the chance to say something witty, so naturally, I replied with:

"Cool."

I mentally slapped myself. Of course, he says something cute and all I say back is ' cool '. My brain hates me.

I felt my cheeks heating up, so I ducked my head down. Deciding that we were in a shaded enough spot, I tugged the light-teal-colored baseball cap off my head. (I had been using it to hide my face from the harsh burning of the sunlight that drifted over the town.) The cap had a manatee sewn on the front and was one of the few things I had brought with me from my past life on the sunny shores of Florida. Laying the hat in my lap, I pulled my thick black braid over my shoulder and proceeded to weave the rose's stem into it loosely. Then, I flipped my hair back and smashed the baseball cap back on my head.

Meanwhile, the angel boy just smiled down at me as if he hadn't just said some of the kindest words I'd heard in five years. My cheeks felt like they were on fire and suddenly my shoes were extraordinarily interesting.

My attention was drawn away, however, when out of the corner of my eye, I watched Cas's back go ramrod straight. His head tilted to the side like he was listening for something, his eyes narrowing to one-quarter squint power.

"Cas?" Dean called to his friend. More like their friend, really, Sam and Jack were his family too. I guess I couldn't bring myself to call the angel my friend while I was lying to his face about everything I was.

"There are monsters somewhere here, I can sense them," Castiel said quietly. Jack stopped and tilted his head like Cas, focusing.

"I sense them too," He reported, glancing at me, "They're vampires." I sat up a little straighter.

"Put your shoes back on, Dean. You cannot rest while enemies are nearby," I said, smiling wryly and letting an edge of nervousness creep into my voice.

"How many are there?" Dean demanded, already taking charge.

Cas squinted harder. "Seven... Wait, no. There are eight."

"Where? C-can you sense that?" Sam asked.

"No-" Cas shook his head before turning to his surrogate son. "-But Jack can."

Cas sent a small nod to Jack who nodded back and directed his gaze upward, stretching out a hand. His eyes flicked into glistening gold and I could feel my hair stand on end as the air became charged with raw power. For a split second, I almost thought I saw the outline of feathered appendages sprouting from the boy's back. Then, Jack's eyes flickered back into their crystalline blue and I shook the after image away. Whatever I had thought I'd seen was gone before I could register it.

"There are two of them hiding in an alley about thirty yards that way-" He pointed to the left "-and there are five more. They're waiting for an ambush? I think? They're over there. In that really suspicious-looking grey van parked four cars down." He jabbed his thumb over his shoulder and I leaned over to glance at the car. Jack had been right, the van totally looked like it belonged to the mafia or something.

"What about the last one?" Dean pressed, his eyes shifting around to examine his environment. Jack shook his head.

"I-I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"I mean, I can sense it - I know it's here somewhere - but it's cloudy. I can't tell exactly where; it's like it's everywhere and nowhere at the same time."

Jack called the vampire an ' It '. Of course, he did. It was a vampire. It was a monster. What else does one call a monster? What else does one call a thing like that? After all, that's all it was; that's all I was. A thing . Not a someone, not a person, not a friend . A thing . A pest , a nuisance , a parasite to be eradicated. Skrew all Jack's kind words and endearing actions; they didn't mean anything! He could never really love me back. It was only a matter of time before he realized that. It was only a matter of time before he started calling me ' It '.

' How long will that be, I wonder .'

I was pulled from my thoughts by a scream. It rang, high and sharp, and it echoed off the brick buildings.

"HELP! HELP ME!" A woman's voice cried.

"Max?" Jack whispered, his eyes going wide. I didn't know who that was and apparently, neither did Dean as he flung his strong arm out in front of Jack who began to sprint towards the sound.

"Who?" Dean demanded. Jack struggled to push past him but Dean wouldn't budge.

"That-that's Max! She's my friend! Those things have her! She needs our help!" He explained impatiently. Dean's face scrunched up.

"Wait, wait. Max? Teenage girl? White hair? 'Bout yea high?" The elder Winchester made a height comparison with his hand and Jack rolled his eyes.

"Yes! Now, come on!" Jack huffed.

"Oh ho! So that's why you're not going for abandonment issues over there?" Dean teased. Letting go of Jack, they started towards the sound of screaming. "Does Jack-Jack have a girlfriend?"

Jack stopped and faced Dean, confusion written across his brow. "Max already has a girlfriend."

"Oh."

The two dorks were brought back to reality when that Max girl screamed again.

"SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP!"

Her voice was followed by another, a boy this time.

"HEY! HEY! HELP! ANYBODY! HELP US!"

"That's Eliot!" Jack took off down the street at a full-on sprint. Dean, Sam, and Cas hot on his heels.

"No, no! Please, go on ahead without me," I muttered, sarcastically, "Save the damsel! I'll just... wait here then."

Huh. Max and Eliot. I felt like those names should be switched around, but then again, I go by Marty, so who am I to judge?

Out of nowhere, I felt a stinging pain in my shoulder. A syringe. I knew the feeling well. Before I could react, the pain suddenly doubled, rapidly spreading all throughout my body like a viral infection.

Dead man's blood.

I whipped my head to the left to meet an all too familiar pair of brown eyes.

"What's bouzzin' gousin?" An accented voice jeered.

Then everything was black.

***

The vampires were taken care of rather easily. Jack felt like a Jedi Knight as he suspended them in the air, stringing them up like the murderers they were. They didn't even struggle. Like convicts dangling from a hangman's noose, the vampires knew as soon as they saw Jack's glowing eyes, that their deaths were nigh at hand. Jack thrust out a hand and caught them in the pulsing rings of his grace, a sound like drum beats underwater reverberating off the alley walls. With a grin, the boy clenched his hand into a fist and the monsters splintered into not but dust.

With the threat eradicated, the glow in Jack's eyes flickered out and he turned to the high-schoolers who he considered his friends.

"Hello, Max! Hello, Eliot! It's alright, you're safe now," He chimed, nodding to each kid in turn and lifting his hand in greeting, though he refrained from actually waving it. Upon seeing him raise his hand, the kids shared a look of sheer terror and backed away. Jack frowned at their reactions, lowering his hand. "No, no! Wait, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you!"

Max and Eliot paused, trying to determine whether or not they believed him.

Unbeknownst to Jack, Max and Eliot didn't actually like him. ( After finding out about the supernatural, the teens were disappointed when the Winchesters refused to tell them more about spirits and monsters. Enter Jack, and his unfortunate lack of talent in terms of keeping his trap shut. ) Max and Eliot had only hung out with Jack once, and that was exclusive because they knew that he lived with the Winchesters. Against his better judgment, Jack had shown them a glimpse of his powers and though they thought his telekinesis was cool, the teens had agreed not to search the boy out again.

There was just something about Jack that unsettled them, frightened them, terrified them. Just like every other human who had seen what Jack could do; deep down, they were all afraid of him. Because he wasn't normal, he wasn't right, he wasn't human .

"What did you just do to those guys?" Eliot asked, staring with eyes as wide as quarters. Jack thought it would be better not to answer that question.

"It's okay! They were monsters," He reassured.

"He disintegrated them," Cas deadpanned. Dean shot the angel a look. "What?"

"YOU DISINTEGRATED THEM?!" Max screeched loud enough to make Jack flinch.

"Yes?"

"You didn't just, like, proof em' away or something?" Eliot added, a little quieter.

"Um, no. No, I didn't."

"COULD YOU DO THAT TO US?!"

"Most likely, yes," Jack answered, thoughtfully, "I've never tried it on humans, though. But I would never hurt you guys, you're my friends!"

"You're really freaky, dude," Elliot said, shaking his head slowly, "And, like, not in a good way."

"I know." Jack hung his head. They were afraid of him. They hated him. He shouldn't have expected otherwise.

"I'm never gonna be able to un-see that," Max muttered, staring at the cement.

That gave Jack an idea, maybe there was a way to undo this.

"I know you're probably freaking out, but I think I know a way to make it better," He said, trying to sound reassuring.

"Nah, man. I don't want any of your freaky Aquaman powers used on me!" Eliot shook his head.

"No powers." Jack smiled despite how badly their words hurt. "I promise."

His stomach twisted with the lie, but they didn't need to know that. Max and Eliot shared another glance.

"Okay..." They agreed, hesitantly.

"I have a friend. Her name is Marty," Jack explained, leading them back to the bench where his family had left the girl. "She's right here!"

Except she wasn't.

That's when the Nephilim's phone rang.

It was a picture message. Marty sat unconscious tied to a chair in some shack. The text read:

"I really would hate to incur the wrath of the Winchesters, so consider this a ransom note. All you have to do is find her in time. Tick-tock. ~ Felix "

Max peered over Jack's shoulder.

"Hey! I know that place!"

***

"Welcomb back to the land of the livinc' where the livinc' are, in fact, dead!"

Okay, so she knew I was awake. I kept my eyes closed anyway and canvassed my new environment. Having grown up blind, I didn't need my eyes to see.

My hands were bound with zip-ties to the arms of the splintering wooden chair I sat in. The space around me was large but not cavernous as there was no echo. This was a shack of some kind judging by how the metal panels making up the roof clanged against one another in the wind. The shack was also dark to protect vampire skin from the sun, and in winter, no sun meant freezing temperatures. There was a weight covering my lap; someone had given me a blanket. I caught the scent of hay among other less pleasurable farm smells. I could hear the shifting of five pairs of feet surrounding me in a circle. This was going to be fun.

Opening my eyes, at last, I was met with the sight of a young woman around the age of twenty-two, lounging on a few hay bails. She was long, lean, and muscular with a round face displaying a crooked smile. I could see the end of a tie-dyed shirt sticking out beneath the fluffy black coat she wore. Her green and purple hair was chopped short in a punk rocker pixie cut that stuck out in at least five different directions. If I wasn't mistaken, a few of the strands appeared to be scorched on the ends. Her cheekbones were low and prominent and plenty rosy. She had full lips and a button nose that was home to two tiny diamond studs. The woman wore her dark green eyeshadow with plum-colored lipstick unapologetically. Her eyes, which were set deeper than most, turned down at the corners and sparkled with mischief. They were accompanied by thick dark eyebrows, the left of which had apparently gotten a third piercing since I had last seen her.

"Ah hah! So she is alive!" She said, her thick Dutch accent coating her words, "I was begininc' to worry that you had follen asleep... Again."

I shrugged despite my restraints.

"Yeah, well I can only sleep-in so long."

"You never were a morninc' person, were you?" The woman sighed, shaking her head. I watched her arrow-head pendant as it swung back and forth from her neck.

"Nope."

"And dat's why we're frien'ds!" She chirped.

"We're not friends, Elwyn." Okay, so maybe that was a bit harsh but it was better than pretending like everything was fine and dandy between us. Elwyn faked a gasp.

"You used my fuoll name! You muss be serious. Why so c'old, mijn lieve ?" She asked, tilting her head.

"Spending five years as a walking corpse will do that to you," I answered, smiling thinly. "Why are you here, Elwyn? What's this act for? We both know that if I wanted to walk out of here right now, I could do so without a scratch on me. What do you want?"

"You might 'ave been able to woltz out of 'ere if you had a full tanc', dat's true." Elwyn nodded, in agreement. Then she tilted her head and frowned at me with pouty lips. "But you're quite weak now. I'm sorry, hones'ly. I t'ought dat you'd be able to 'andle dat much dead man's blood but you still look pale an' shaiky!"

"Well, I've always been pale," I replied, narrowing my eyes. Elwyn sat up, crossing her legs and putting a fist to her chin. Her brows furrowed and she looked at me with what seemed to be genuine concern for my well-being.

"How lon'g has it been since you fed, liefste ?" She asked in a gentler tone.

"A little over two weeks," I answered honestly.

"Two weeks?! Nothinc'? Not even somethinc' piffy, like a ra'bbit?"

I shook my head and shrugged.

"Oh, jij arme ding ! I know you ha'te it, but how could you do dis' du yourself?!" She cried, shaking her head in dismay. I looked away. Deep down I knew that Elwyn really did care about me, albeit in her own strange way. I was being harsh with her and that wasn't exactly fair. She was Felix's prisoner too.

"I more than hate it, Ellie," I said, speaking softer now, "But I just couldn't find a good opportunity. Besides, I can take it."

Elwyn rolled her chocolate-brown eyes.

"No you gan't, Mardina! Look at yourself! You're runninc' on foomes and it shows!" Elwyn huffed, her accident becoming more prominent as her emotion shown through. "Be hones'd wit me, dis is because of dose Win-kesters, isn't it?"

"Not exactly," I said, picking at a splinter on the wooden arm-rest. I knew the real reason and it was a stupid one. I mean, of all the ways to try to be better, starving myself to the breaking point probably wasn't the smartest. But I wanted to be good, pure. I wanted to be human. For him.

"Ah, I see." Elwyn smiled softly. "I was told aboud dat Nephilim boy, the rumors were wrong about him. I was watchinc' you two today; he's not a ragink' monster at all."

"No, he's not." I shook my head.

"He's a zoet wezen , no?" Elwyn chuckled to herself, "Sorry, I don' know de word for it in English."

I nodded. The closest translation of her Dutch was ' sweet creature '. It fit.

"What's his name?" Elwyn asked without the slightest bit of hostility.

I smiled. "His name is Jack."

" Hou je van hem ?"

"I don't know," I said, shrugging. Elwyn smiled knowingly.

"Yes, you do. And if what I saw was any indication, he feels the same."

"No, he doesn't, Ellie," I sighed and gestured to the child body I was trapped in. "He can't. Just look at me! I'm just a sister to him and if he knew what I really am then he'd hate me!"

"So, dat's what dis is about." Elwyn nodded with understanding.

"What do you mean?"

"You t'ink yourself bad, so you want du be good for him. Dat's why you 'aven't been feeding," She explained, sounding matter-of-fact.

"Yeah, I guess so." I looked away.

"Well, das not good!" Elwyn leaned forward and cut the zip-ties that held me to the chair. Then she reached behind her and fished around a bit until she pulled her arm back and held it out to me, a blood bag resting in her palm. "Have a snack now and your engel jongen will never know!"

I glanced at it for a moment but it didn't take much to break my willpower. I snatched the bag from her hand and ripped it open, downing it like there was no tomorrow.

"You gan slow down, geliefde. I brough't more." Elwyn chuckled.

"You did?" I asked looking up.

"I had a sneakinc' suspission dat dis was goin'c du 'appen." She shrugged, tossing me another bag which I ripped into also. She reached behind her again, this time tugging around a small cooler full of the stuff which she pushed over to me. "I admire your willpower, Mardina. I don t'ink I'd have de kinda strengt for what you're pullinc'. How'd you do it?"

"Do what?" I asked, halfway through my second bag.

"Live with dose 'unters day in an' day out!" She exclaimed, "Esspecialy dat e ngel jongen ! Da kid smells like garamel chocolate! I envy your gontrol. How'd you stan' so close to him? I was eighty-feet away and I gould 'ardly gontrol myself!"

Well, at least I wasn't the only one.

"I gotta keep up apperences, Ellie. You know all about that." I knew I sounded guarded, but this subject made me uncomfortable.

"But you gould still get a taste. I know you gan make pepole forget t'ings."

I sighed, finishing my second bag and grabbing another.

"You know, Elwyn? You almost got me." I smiled, shaking my head.

"What do you mean?" She asked, feigning obliviousness.

"For a second there, I almost thought you were still my friend."

"I am your friend," Elwyn insisted, "I defied Felix for you!"

"Then you ran right back to him the second I turned my back."

"I had too," She spoke, her voice regretful.

"No! No you didn't! You chose too. You chose him over me !"

" Hij is mijn vader ! Ik moest !" Elwyn cried. Tears brimmed in her eyes.

"I don't care!" I shouted back, "We were free! We both could have been free! But no, you chose to leave me all alone in the middle of the woods!"

"I knew you'd be fine," She whispered. I shook my head, pressing my lips together.

"No, you didn't," I growled. "Do you have any idea how long I wandered for?!"

"You made it out."

"Not in one peace. I lost things in there, Elwyn." I shook my head. "You left me there." Then, I let out a harsh, rasping, laugh and spat my next words. "And for what? To run right back into the arms of the father that never even loved you!"

Elwyn hung her head. " Het spijt me zeer. I'm so sorry."

"You should be," I said, cooly. "Why do you always run back to him? And don't give me any of that ' he's my father ' bull crap."

"I don know. But what I do know is dat I am still your friend."

"Right." I nodded, smiling through tight lips. "Why are you really here, Elwyn?"

She took a deep breath, wiping away the tears that had slipped down her face, and looked up. "I game 'ere to save you," She said.

"Excuse me?"

"From dose 'unters!" She explained, "Felix told me dat you were with de Win-kesters and I begged him to let me c'ome rescue you. An' he said yes! He's so much kinder den he used to be; he promised dat he wouldn' make you do anyt'ing you didn' want to!"

Elwyn smiled at me and took my hand.

"Oh, yeah?" I scoffed, "Then what was that phone call, huh? What? Is killing my friend supposed to win me over?"

"Hey, I said dat Felix is kinder den he was." Elwyn sighed. "He's still Felix though. He was tryinc' to intimidate de Win-kesters into letting you go."

"I'm not being held hostage!" I insisted.

"But you are still in danger!" Her eyes softened, "Dey will kill you if dey find out what you are."

"I know."

"C'ome with me," She pleaded, "C'ome with me, an' Jack will never find out about you. C'ome with me an' he'll never break your heart."

I paused. Was there really any chance?

No. There was no chance. No chance that Felix could ever change. It was one in a million. There was no chance and no choice .

"If you're really here to save me, then what's with your little posse?" The five other vampires had been unusually quiet for idiots of their caliber.

Elwyn shrugged. "In case t'ings get messy."

"We'll, then you better plan on things getting messy because I'm not coming with you," I said with a smirk.

"Why not?"

"Because Felix wants me dead, Elwyn, and that's not going to change."

The woman's face fell.

"I know you didn' mean to kill Madra," She whispered, gently. I shook my head and frowned.

"I didn't kill her," I hissed, "Felix killed his soulmate, not me."

"And he sees dat now. He knows dat it wasn' your fault, dat you couldn't gontrol it. He realises dat and he forgives you!" She smiled a little.

"And how many times did he have to beat you before he realized that?"

"C'ome on, Mardina!" She sighed, though I could see the pain her eyes hid. "Dis is an olive branch! Jus' take it!"

I shook my head and I laughed. I laughed long and loud and hard. I laughed like a girl gone mad. I had told Elwyn that I had lost something when she had left me in those woods, I wanted her to know what it was.

"No," I said. Then I stretched my bloody lips into a mad, humorless grin, "I don't want your olive branch."

"Why not? Its your best chance! Don you want peace?"

"Peace? PEACE?! " I spat, "You know what he did to me, what he made me! You think after every thing he took away, that I would want peace ? You think after what I did, Felix would offer me peace?"

"I don't want peace," I said, beginning the rhyme I'd heard when I was still alive, "I want war and I want my enemy's head hung like a boar. I didn't come for money and I don't want his crown, see, I've come to burn his kingdom down. So, come one, come all, to take a dance with the dead and stain the petals of the white roses red."

"Mardina, please!"

The other vampires in the room shifted, readying for a fight. But I was faster.

Launching myself from that splintering wooden chair, I threw my body forward towards the stack of haybales Elwyn had previously sat on. I had to jump to avoid the vamp that tried to grab my legs and that pushed me forward a little too much but it wasn't something I couldn't compensate for. Landing on my hands, I shoved my body up, and over the hay bales in a vamp strength enhanced backflip. I landed on my feet and flipped my hair back. The shed's door was in front of me. Sure, it was locked but the lock was only one of those slidey metal bars which are super easy to break and if I was going to fight five vamps at once, it would be wise to keep my back to the door that way I might be able to be thrown through the door and land outside instead of pushed into a dead-end wall. Also, if I was going to fight five vamps at once, I was going to need the proper tool for the job. Beside the door, my eyes landed on a tool rack. I spied my weapon of choice. This was going to be fun .

It was one of those weird four-prong rakes that I'm not completely sure is called a rake. A label on the shaft said it was a soil cultivator but I didn't care what it was called because I was fighting for my life. The four prongs were about five inches long and although the shed wasn't new, the equipment in there thankfully wasn't that old, so the four steel prongs were still wicked sharp.

I ducked, dodging the arms of another vamp before rushing for the tool rack. Another vamp sprang in front of me, blocking my way and I paused. This one had bleach-blond chin-length hair. I knew him. I remembered him from when I was in Felix's cage. This one's name was Boyd and he liked to touch things that didn't belong to him. I couldn't fight back then, but I could now.

"How's it goin', Boyd?"

"So, you remember me, do ya?" He jeered, beginning to circle me like a predator circling its prey. Little did he know, he was not the predator here.

"Oh, I remember you alright. See, Boyd, I'm not a good little girl-" He used to call me that, "- not anymore. I don't do what I'm supposed to. See, when it comes to bastards like you, I don't forgive and I most certainly don't forget."

"Well, I guess its a real shame that I forgot your name, then. You were one of my favorites!" He laughed, "Only thing I remember 'bout you now is how loud you used to scream."

I gave him a cold smile and lunged straight for his legs. Grasping his ankle, I twisted and pulled, sending him crashing to the floor. Then I lifted his leg, rolled over, and slammed my arm down on his knee. There was an ear-splitting snap and he screeched like an animal.

"Who's screaming now, Boyd?" I taunted. I sprung up and stomped down on Boyd's throat, crushing his windpipe. As a vampire, that wouldn't kill him which was good because I wasn't done with him yet. I was going to make him hurt. Why would I want peace when I could have revenge? Revenge felt good.

I rolled away when a red-haired vamp took a swing at my head. I bolted for the four-prong rake and brandished it the way you would a staff. The rake was long, about three inches taller than me, but I easily found the balance point. I spun it around in my hand as I circled the other four vamps.

"Mardina, we gan talk aboud dis!" Elwyn tried, grabbing my arm. I threw my head back and laughed.

"No, Ellie. We can't!" I flipped the rake over, using the blunt end to whack Elwyn upside the head with supernatural strength and speed. She was knocked out. "Stay down. You're not like them and I don't want to kill you."

The red-haired vamp ran at me again and I spun out of the way, flipping the shaft again and swinging it down as he passed me. Two of the prongs buried themselves in the base of the vamp's spine, judging by the position, between two vertebrae. He howled and tried to claw at my arm but I easily avoided him. A female vamp shrieked for her friend and lunged at me from the left.

I rolled my eyes. Pushing on the shaft of my rake I distanced myself from the redhead vamp and ducked away from the female's fangs. I reached out and grabbed her shirt, using it to pull her down towards me. I slammed my head into hers once, then twice to daze her. She stumbled as I let go and switched to grabbing the hair at the base of her neck.

"Night-night, cupcake!" I chirped. Then I slammed her face into my knee and tossed my weight over her shoulder, sliding my arm around her neck. I pulled backward.

That blissful crack was the sound of her neck snapping. Jumping up and using the wall to gain some momentum, I twisted the vamp's head all the way around. It was easy with nothing but tissue and tendons in my way. Her body dangled limp from where I held her by the hair, so I opened my mouth, letting my fangs extend, and I bit her head off.

The redhead vamp with my rake still stuck in him cried out and tried in vain to reach me again. It was pathetic, really. Grinning, I wrenched the rake upward, severing the vamp's spinal cord and pulling the prongs along with two of his vertebrae straight through his back. He fell to the ground, paralyzed from the waist down because two of his bones were missing.

Just as I was about to remove his dreadful cranium from his miserable shoulders, one of the other vamps jumped at me, managing to rake his grotesquely long fingernails along my back. I released no cry of pain as he tore through my skin before grabbing me by my shoulders and hurtling my body at the wall. My face slammed against a pole built into the metal siding as the rest of my body just hit the wall. I landed on the ground with a jarring impact that I was sure had broken a few things. But I couldn't feel the pain. I was too focused on my rage. I was seeing red, and for the first time, I welcomed it without fear.

"Not so tough now are ya?" He called out.

My body was broken and yet I stood. I felt invincible.

"I know I'm not tough," I laughed. I wiped away the blood that was dripping from my mouth and nose, looking up to smile pleasantly at the vamp. "But you wanna know what I am?"

"What?"

"I'm insane, and that tends to make up for the rest."

The vamp charged me but I twisted around and Spartan kicked him into the wall. Then, using a few hay bails to step on, I vaulted into the air and brought the rake down on the vamp's head, piercing through his skull and embedding the prongs in his brain. The spray was a little gross but I didn't care. He deserved it.

"You're next, pumpkin," I called to the last vampire left standing in the room.

I crossed over to him and he managed to block my first two blows but then I smashed the blunt end of the rake into his face a few times and he was unconscious. I heard a groan and turned on my heel.

"And that brings us back to you, Boydie-Boo!" I cheered, stepping on the paralyzed vamp's hand as I passed him. I leaned over Boyd who was still on the ground, gasping for air. "Hello, sweetie. How are we today?"

All Boyd did was gasp and choke, he couldn't speak as his vocal cords had been stepped on.

"Aw! Did you get a boo-boo?" I pouted at him.

Then I grabbed Boyd by the throat at lifted him into the air. He struggled against my grasp but could do nothing. He couldn't even beg.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? Can't you scream for me?"

He shook his head and spat at me. So, I threw him into a wall. Boyd fought to stand, using the wall to stagger upright.

"Come on, Boyd! Fight! Are you going to let yourself be beaten by a girl?!" I taunted him and pulled on the fear that was already constricting his mind. Revenge felt so good.

"You-you're not a girl," He panted, "You're a monster!"

I hummed, tapping my chin with my finger.

"I guess history will have to be the judge of that, now won't it, buddy-Boyd?" I dragged my rake along the ground, though all the blood of his friends. There was a wonderful metallic grating noise as the prongs scrapped across the concrete.

"Please don't! Please! I'll do anything!" It felt good to hear him beg.

"Unfortunately," I continued, "I don't think you'll be around to plead your case!" I hefted the rake.

"No! PLEASE!"

"Bye-bye, Boydie-boo!"

I swung the rake upward with all my might and with a sickening crunch I rammed its prongs up through his jaw. I said I wanted him to suffer. Pulling him by the prongs in his face I brought his screaming form over to the tractor sitting at the back of the room. I rammed the shaft of the rake through two spokes of one of the tractor's wheels. All it took was the flip of a leaver to send the wheels spinning.

Turn, turn, turn and scream, scream, scream, then a nice snap, crackle, pop, and then suddenly, Boyd's head and body were two separate objects. I was very happy. Then, the random vamp I'd knocked out woke up and yanked on my hair, throwing me over his shoulder.

I tried to land on my feet but failed, tripping and stumbling backward. I landed on my back and scrambled to get up. As I did, I noticed the perfect white rose that Jack had given to me had fallen out of my hair. It lay on the ground in a pool of blood. Jack said it reminded him of me, of the way he saw me. Well, it wasn't innocent or perfect anymore. But neither was I, so I think it matched me better now.

The vamp rushed me and tackled me to the ground, pinning my arms to my sides as he snapped at me with his fangs out.

Bang... Bang!... CRASH!

The door burst open and light from the setting sun poured in, falling directly on the last vamp's face. He cried out and tried to scamper away, like a rat from a cat.

"It's about time! You guys are late to the party!" I shouted.

"Yeah, sorry!" Dean said from the doorway, "Who would've thought there were so many old sheds in this town!"

I didn't get a chance to reply.

I felt the air prickle and spark, charging with a tambour of power that I recognized but had yet to experience to this degree. I turned my head in time to see Jack, eyes glowing gold, passing by Dean with his hand outstretched. Golden waves of energy shot from his being with a sound like drumbeats from the depths of the sea. The waves caught the fleeing vampire and time around him slowed to a crawl. He was lifted into the air and revolved to face his reckoning. The Nephilim's lips tugged into a cruel grin as he saw the fear in the vampire's eyes.

Suddenly, the pulses of energy stopped and the vampire was flung towards Jack, landing face-first in the dirt at the boy angel's feet. Jack knelt down, his expression seeming to consider the trembling, pathetic thing in front of him.

"P-please!" The monster managed to choke out. "Mercy!"

Jack looked up at me, his eyes soaking in my bloodied face. Apparently, that was all it took. Jack's eyes hardened and he turned back to the vamp.

"You. Hurt. My. Friend."

Jack grabbed the vampire's head in his hands and started to squeeze. The vamp screamed as the pressure increased until his skull just couldn't take it anymore. There was a crunch and a wet sucking noise as the vamp's head collapsed in on itself. I liked that sound.

"That dude's still alive," I said, casually jabbing my thumb at the red-haired vamp I had paralyzed. Jack turned to where I had pointed, ready to squeeze another brain out of its shell.

"Jack!" Cas called from behind him. "No!"

The Nephilim scowled at Castiel and I admired the rage I saw in his eyes. This wasn't my Jack but I liked this version just as much. No, Jack wasn't human, was he? He was more like me than I'd thought. Jack snapped his fingers and the red-haired vamp crumbled into dust. The sight was actually sort of pretty.

When Jack turned to look at me his eyes were completely soft and full of concern. There was my Jack.

"Are you afraid of me now?" He asked in a whisper.

"No," I replied flatly, shrugging my shoulders, "Why would I be?"

"I killed them." Jack hung his head. "Right in front of you."

"Am I supposed to care?" I smirked, hoping my voice didn't sound as harsh as I thought it did. I was just barely beginning to come off my rage-induced high. Jack eyed me with confusion and relief.

"You're hurt," He observed, moving over to me.

"Me? Nah! This is nothing." I gestured at the bodies scattered around the shed. "You should see the other guys!"

"Stay still." Jack placed his soft, gentle, hands on my face to examine my injuries and I felt a warm tingling as he healed them. "There. I fixed you." He whispered. It was more to himself than anything but I still heard it. It made me laugh on the inside.

Yeah, no. Nothing could fix me. I was broken beyond repair. It was my insanity that held me together. Does that sound like the sort of thing that can be fixed?

"Thanks, Jack-Jack!" I chirped, smiling brightly at him.

"You're welcome, Marty," He said quietly. Jack's eyes flicked down, focusing on my lips like he wanted something but wasn't sure how to ask.

"Um, M-Marty?" Sam's voice broke whatever spell the two of us had been under and I glanced over to him.

"Yeah?"

"Did you, uh," Sam pointed to the carnage surrounding us, watching me with weary eyes. "Did you do this?"

I shrugged, jabbing my thumb over my shoulder at the tractor. "Yeah, mostly. But the tractor helped."

"I'm guessing the tractor did that?" Dean pointed to Boyd's head with its jaw still run through with the prongs of the rake. I walked calmly over to the severed head, grasping it by the hair and pulling it off the prongs before returning with it back to the boys. Sam, Dean, and Cas all stared at me with eyes as wide as quarters as held up the head.

"Dean, this is Boyd," I said, keeping my tone as sweet as possible.

"Huh."

"Say hi to Boyd."

"Uh...Hey, Boyd..."

"Good." I grinned as if I was holding a puppy instead of a severed head. "Now let me tell you about Boyd. Boyd liked touching things that didn't belong to him. He worked for Felix and Felix liked hearing little girls scream and cry. So did Boyd. Boyd was very good at making little girls scream and cry, little girls like me. Weren't you Boyd?" I asked the mutilated cranium in my hand. I moved the severed head up and down in an enthusiastic nod, holding it by the hair as if it was a marionet.

"You were very good, yes you were!" I cheered. Then, like the flip of coin, I snapped my focus back to the Winchesters, wiping my face and tone clean of all emotion.

"So, I used a tractor to rip his head off because he deserved it and now he won't ever make another little girl cry ever again. Right, Boyd?" I asked the severed head. I grabbed the head's bloody, splintered jaw and clacked it's teeth together like you would a ventriloquist dummy. "You bet your britches!" I made the head answer, mimicking Boyd's voice.

"D-did he-" Sam stuttered. I flicked my gaze back to him, allowing all three to see the harshness in my eyes.

"Whatever you're thinking, the answer is probably yes."

"Marty?"

I turned to Dean. "What?"

"Put the head down."

I dropped Boyd's severed head.

"Come here." The hunter opened his arms and I faked a sob before accepting the hug. "You weren't gonna tell us about that, were you?" I shook my head. "It's okay, sweetheart. You're safe now."

"Thank you for not throwing me away, Dean," I said softly. The elder Winchester chuckled.

"Don't thank me, Marty. After all, how could we throw away someone so Bad-Ass?"

"Am I awesome now?" I asked.

"You were always awesome."

I laughed and the Winchesters trusted me more than ever. Their mistake.

"Dean, that one's moving," Castiel called our attention over to Elwyn, who was just waking up.

Jack was quick to react, sending a golden blast of power to throw her against the wall where he kept her pinned.

"Wait! Wait!" She cried, "I didn' 'urt Mardina! I swear!"

"Do you work for Felix?" Dean interrogated, pushing me behind him.

"He's my fah'der but I'm not like him! I want du 'elp her! I jus a messenger!"

"Whaddia say, Sammy? Should we shoot the messenger?" Dean asked, keeping his cold eyes on Elwyn.

"No! Please!" Elwyn begged, tears slipping down her face. "I didn' 'urt her!"

"You know, if we shoot the messenger, Dean, it sends one Hell of a message." Like his brother, Sam could turn on the killer inside him like a switch.

"Felix is in Floree'ida, okay? Dat's all I know, I swear!" And it was all she knew because Elwyn had never had a backbone. There was no strength in her.

"Guess its up to you, Marty," Dean said, turning to me. Elwyn looked at me with wide pleading eyes. I regarded her with ice in my own. No second chances. Monsters don't get second chances, I know I never did. I knew I never would.

"I'm your friend, Mardina! Tell dem I'm your friend!" She pleaded. I shook my head.

"You only cared about me when Felix wasn't looking." I was almost shocked by how apathetic and passionless my voice sounded. I watched her without compassion. "You were never my friend."

"No!" Elwyn screeched, "No! I 'elped you! I 'elped you when dey beat you!"

"But you never tried to stop them."

"What?! No!" She sobbed. I smiled at her slightly.

"Go tell Madra I'm sorry."

I sent Jack a nod and with a snap of his fingers, Elwyn was nothing more than flecks of grey drifting to the ground.

Turning around with a sigh, I could feel the eyes of the four others as I bent down and scooped up the rose Jack had given me. I cradled the precious flower in my hands, watching as the blood dripped from its petals in big heavy gobs. It had been perfect once. It wasn't perfect anymore. It would never be perfect again. Or perhaps it could be, just not the right way. Because the blood was oddly beautiful with the way it stained the petals and pooled in the center of the rose.

"I can get you another one," Jack spoke up, "And I'll pay for it this time!"

I turned back to him, smiling down at my little rose.

"No, its okay, Jack. It's a crooked kind of perfect. I think I like it better now."

~All the pretty girls, they find

A way to keep you on my mind

I swear I heard you singing along

Cities pass like candy stores

And you're the one

I'm looking for

And so

I'm just a boy

Who's telling a girl

That when I grow up I'll buy you a rose

When I grow up, I'll buy you a rose~

Lyrics from: Buy You A Rose by AJR

(Author's Note: You may or may not have figured it out by now, but Martina Imogene Linville is insane. MARTY IS NOT THE HERO OF THIS STORY. SHE IS NOT A GOOD PERSON. Marty also had Borderline Personality Disorder before she went insane. So, even at her most stable points in this story, she is not to be trusted. Remember, she manipulates peoples emotions. She makes them feel what she wants them to feel. Any other character's actions may or may not actually be their own. Please keep this in mind going forward.)

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I fell asleep and forgot to send my ask yesterday but happy (belated) funny question friday! Thankfully I made a little list on my notes app so I wouldn’t forget the questions lol

🌹 for Vera

🌿 for Andhira

🌾 for Yixing

💐 for Anwei

🌻 for Ciaran

🌲 for Sihla

🌼 for Wren

we have passed now from funny question fsaturday into funny question fmonday..... but it's never too late for funny questions!!

🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it's not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home wherever they may be? What does home mean to them?

Vera feels at home with her family no matter where that is (though it's typically the middle of nowhere in the Carpathian mountains where Josef and Luka live lol). Generally speaking it's because she, uh, doesn't really have any friends. She's an only child and like. being the niece of a world-famous hunter doesn't lend itself well to play dates and sleepovers and stuff growing up. Not to mention that line of work kind of... consumes you and all your free time, so she didn't really have the chance to develop friendships once she picked up the trade. So she's spent most of her life relatively alone, other than with her uncles and her apprentice and the occasional coworker. Home to her is the company of others who accept and understand each other, who care for her, who love her, and most importantly who can cook together. It's pretty much her favorite thing to do with loved ones. (Also she was born in Seville, Spain! And neither of her parents were hunters. In fact, they didn't care for the profession and wanted to raise Vera in a “normal” way, so Josef was sort of the black sheep of the family because of it but it was also because he's gay ._.)

🌿 What way does your OC show that they care without using words? What way do others show your OC they're cared for without using speech?

Believe it or not, Andhira is a touchy-feely person. She loves to hold someone's hand and hug them and rub their shoulders, etc etc etc. (she will latch onto her lovers like a fucking uhhhh koala bear on a eucalyptus tree if they let her) idk what the love languages are but hers would be like. touch. If that's one of them (and if it isn't, well. then they're missing a very important one). With people she cares most about, she doesn't need to talk, but she always wants to have a physical connection, even if it's as minor as having them sit close enough that their knees touch or something. Most of the people in her life are of the same mindset in that a gesture as simple as hands resting on each other is proof that they're like. there for her if she wants anything. It's hard to live your entire millennium long life with your family who's 3-4 times your age and like NOT basically be able to communicate telepathically lol

🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them.

The person that is most in love with Yixing is me of course :) he is my silly rabbit. My right hand arm. man. But if I had to concede to Ciaran who would probably kill me for my bold claim that Yixing could possibly be anyone else’s silly rabbit besides him, he would say something like:

Well. He's shorter than me. Only by an inch or two. He has a serious face. He squints a lot. I think it's because he can't see things up close. His face and neck are tanned from a lifetime of long days in the sun, and sometimes I laugh when he takes off his shirt and I see how light the rest of his skin is in comparison. A true country boy.

His hair is long. I could never keep mine like that, but he makes it look easy. It's always smooth and shiny and most often in a single braid that trails down to his hips. Sometimes I'm blessed to see it in a ponytail, and when he's nervous he'll twist the wisps at the nape of his neck around his fingers. It used to be solid black. In poetic terms I'd call it as black as a starless night. There are pieces of gray in it now, though. It's more obvious when he doesn't shave. His facial hair is nothing short of salt and pepper, and he's careful to keep it shaved now more than ever. But I like it. It suits him. He says he's just glad he isn't going bald.

His eyes are dark, but when the light catches them just right they're brighter than any sun. Full of love and determination and resilience. And when he smiles, they're warmer than any fire. If he'd let me I would never break his gaze. But he doesn't let me so unfortunately I must look elsewhere.

His lips are neither thin nor full. They suit his serious face. They're soft against my skin, and more often than not are locked in a frown. Unless he's around his moody little horse. I think she makes him smile more than I do, and it's hard not to be bitter about it.

Just below his right collarbone is a tiny scar. I accidentally reopened it the day we met. It's kind of a funny story. Other than his lips, it's my favorite place to kiss. He has more scars. All over his body. He hides them by wearing long sleeves year round, but I've seen them all a million times. And I've kissed them all just as many times. Some of them are small, no more than a nick from the tip of a knife in a drunken bottle opening accident, but there are others that occupy swaths of skin—like the one that punctured a lung and cracked six ribs. That one is less of a funny story.

His hands are callused from a lifetime of work, and the pinky finger on his left hand is a little crooked from being broken years ago. I've watched him pull enormous splinters from his palm with his teeth, and I've seen him trim a horse's hooves without gloves. Even so, his touch is exceedingly gentle. When he laces his fingers through mine, I'm certain he could always keep me safe. When he brushes his thumb across my knuckles, I'm convinced he's never touched anything so tenderly. When he reaches out to sweep the hair from my face, I know I've never loved someone the way I love him.

💐 How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? Who cares for them and in what ways? Does you OC enjoy being doted upon or are they a terrible patient? Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need?

Um. As you may already know, Anwei is a fucking weirdo. She's the kind of person that never asks someone to do something for her because she knows she can do it better, which translates to being the worst fucking patient ever. If she's got a cold or a stomach bug and is in bed trying to rest, she's like “um. Actually I think I can handle doing laundry and cooking dinner because I KNOW you won't use the right spice ratios in my soup AND you won't hang my laundry to dry in the specific and perfect way that I do, so I might as well suffer through it myself.” She HATES when people try to baby her when she isn't feeling well and will get pretty pissy about it because like. leave her tf alone! She knows what's wrong and doesn't need your goddamn help! HOWEVER, as a caretaker, she has exquisite bedside manner (she was in school to be a fucking brain surgeon, after all), and can read people pretty well to figure out what they want/need. She's not the most, uh, friendly caretaker, but people are always surprised when she knows exactly what they want. She doesn't make for great conversation but she can sure as hell fix whatever ails you.

🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?

Oh my god okay. Well first of all, Ciaran loves to people watch, and he especially loves to watch the way people interact with each other in crowded places. Like the way people smile at each other and hands linger when they exchange money, the way eyes light up at the recognition of a friend across the way, the way friends laugh loudly with each other like the entire restaurant is theirs, the way a young child reaches for a parent's hand to catch their attention, the way strangers pick up something dropped by a passerby and chase after them, the way couples lean on each other's shoulders while waiting in line or window shopping, the way someone crouches down in an attempt to make friends with a stray cat (only to return to their business with the familiar dejected frown when the cat get spooked), the way friends hold hands and point out things to make each other laugh, the way a curious baby unknowingly makes everyone do their best to get them to smile, AND SO ON. There's no second of all because I didn't realize how run on of a sentence I would write but. you know me lol Anyway the point is that his favorite things about the world are the tiny things that make people, well, people. The universal experiences that are incredibly mundane and often taken for granted because it's just waiting in line for food with your girlfriend or it's just glancing around awkwardly trying to find your best friend in a crowd, but those are the little things that reveal so much about the kindness in people's hearts and that like. maybe shit isn't as bad as it always feels.

🌲 How deeply does your OC feel? Are they typically empathetic or do they have a hard time connecting with others in this way? What are they like when offering support and comfort to someone they care for?

Um this is hard because Sihla feels nothing but blind fury most of the time. At least in the ways the reader would ever know her. But at one point in her life she was caring and doting and kind and loved others very deeply. She could understand anyone's struggle and relate and gave wonderful advice and always knew the right thing to say or do, and knew exactly when to offer a shoulder to cry on or a hand to hold, but now she is... well. Deranged lol I'm not sure if I've mentioned it in another iteration of funny question friday, but she used to be an elementary school teacher back when shit was uh normal. So she got really, really good at understanding cues from upset children and exactly how to handle it, and what is an upset adult if not a giant upset child? (in my own personal experience as an upset adult who also deals with my upset five-year-old nephews, it's usually that we're just hangry.) But with people that she's actually close to, she's the best listener, the best cook, the best enabler, the best hugger, the best at everything. (Maybe she should have been a therapist instead of a teacher and that would have helped when shit hit the fan all those years ago.)

🌼 Who are this character's friends and family? How did they meet, how long have they been friends, could they ever be something more than just friends? What do they look for in a friend or romantic partner?

Wren is the middle of three children (older brother and younger sister). Her mom is Vietnamese and her dad is Mexican-American. They were both kind of like. dirtbag climbers back in the day (meaning they basically lived in a van and traveled the country for Peak Climbing conditions throughout the year), and she grew up in kind of hippie dippie home (and her parents foolishly gave all three of the kids BIRD NAMES lol her older brother is Robin and her younger sister is Dove). Her mom is now an architect and her dad is kind of a house husband but he also owns a climbing gym in Atlanta where Wren still lives. Basically her whole life growing up was climbing, and as such, most of her friends she met through climbing (either in comp circuits or through travel with her parents), though there are a few that she knows from college. Anyway, she's had awkward crushes on many of these friends and maybe drunkenly kissed some of them but she's never had any actual relationships with them. In friends, she wants someone goofy and who's into either climbing or gaming (bc she's a hardcore mmo player lol I've been trying to come up with a name for a game that would clearly be a reference to ffxiv so if you have any suggestions...) because those are her two big things in life. And for romantic partner??? who fucking knows. She sure as hell doesn't.

#oc talk #um SORRY for the delay lol i ended up completely rewriting the answer for yixing's question bc it was a little too deranged #but if you want to read that i will gladly let you #also the answer for ciaran's question made me miss like. doing things. people watching. being in public and not being afraid lol #ALSO vera has no friends lol she's not nearly as charismatic as josef #he was famous for his skill AND his personality. he's incredibly charming #meanwhile vera is covered in blood and stonefaced and doesn't talk to anyone unless she has to bc she has a fucking job to do!!!#josef is notorious for his flair and vera is notorious for her tunnel vision to the task at hand

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