#if your worried this is the end for amias it's not
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Your ocs are so interesting, I found you through a repost of another yandere blog I love but now I also love yours so get ready for my weird asks.
So what if MC is a god, not a good one nor a bad one, not popular but neither unknown. That doesn't matter to them, they have unlimited power and are immortal. So what best way to use that power than go to gamble for the fun of it? They are cunning and extremely confident (for obvious reasons) and treat others with basic respect but it is apparent that they view them as ants compared to them.
You can choose which OCs find out they are a god and wich don't. How would they react? How will they act around them?
Specifically for DD, MC decides to gamble their life and loose just to fuck with them as they try to pierce their skin and it's simply impossible (or maybe not and they love too much and spare them, I still don't know what he would do if their beloved lost their life)
-🦊 anon
OOOH THIS IS COOL!!! THANK YOU !!!!
Yandere!OCs x GN God!Reader
(Pssst, TW for a mention of suicide)
Amias
Amias has always known there was something off about you. Your mannerisms are strange and he constantly feels like you're looking down on him.
When you decide to gamble your life, he's appalled. How dare you? As far as he's concerned, your life is his too. This is too much for him.
He feels his heart melt out of his chest when you lose. Time stops as he falls on his hands and knees in front of you, eyes wide and unfocused. He's not ready to have a dead darling.
But you seem confident. Was this your plan? To get rid of him, you want to die? He can't stand to watch as you make your way confidently to the execution arena.
Did he go too far? Did you really need to do this? He can be better. Please don't leave.
But the blade doesn't make even a dent as it rests against your skin. You laugh mockingly toward the crowd before announcing your immortality with a confident smile.
Amias is shattered. You did this all... just to mess with him? Oh, dear. Such a pretty little bird doesn't need to be making a big fuss. You'll be safer from yourself in his arms.
Edge
Edge always knew. He could see right through you. It just makes you even more interesting, in his eyes. The way you look down on him... He's so untouchable, usually. So for you to treat him like an insect?
It's intoxicating.
Degrade him more! Tell him how useless and disgusting he is! Fuck, you've unlocked something in him. He's never been treated so poorly before, and he's entranced.
He's under your thumb, this time. You seem to be enjoying it too, so what's the harm? There's no way you're ever losing a game, by the way. You've unlocked simp Edge.
Double Down
He has no clue. He doesn't care much about your degrading comments. He's been rejected before, and he'll still go after you no matter how many times you tell him to die.
DD absolutely REFUSES to kill you, even when you gamble your life. You'd have to get him real mad before he even considers it, which is very difficult to do. When Edge tells him he HAS to, he says he's quitting his job then. He doesn't care. He'll walk out with you on his arm (you looking less than amused) whether you like it or not.
So, now he's unemployed and attached at your hip. You're annoyed. This weird mortal is clinging to you like a weird dog with separation anxiety. He looks happy, though.
Jackpot
He's already prepared to worship you, so don't worry about being a god. Nothing will change, he adores you either way.
If you gamble your life and lose, he's broken. Forever. Doesn't matter if you don't actually die, he's shattered. You did it on purpose? Even worse. He's never going to forgive himself.
He's hardly what he used to be. He won't eat or sleep. By this point, Gambit probably hates you. Jackpot's by your side, weakly clinging to your hand whenever he can be. He doesn't show up to work, either.
You've ruined him.
Gambit
Gambit isn't sure how to feel once he finds out. He ends up with the information on accident when Edge tells him, but he doesn't know how to react. He doesn't change much, maybe gets a bit more shy around you.
He loves you regardless, don't get him wrong. He just doesn't feel worthy of being around you.
If you gamble your life and lose, he'll calmly escort you out of the casino to give you a stern lecture on the value of life. You're half asleep by the time he finishes.
He'll keep you tied up if it means he can keep you safe, no matter how immortal you are.
#yandere oc#yandere#yandere boy#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere x darling#yandere boyfriend#yandere scenarios#bpdoubledown#bpedge#bpamias#bpgambit#bpjackpot
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✒️ ɪᴛ's ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ ✒️
🌊 the stones crack open, the water burns // the shadows come to dance my love // the shadows come to play // the shadows come to stay 🌊
Having been a skilled navy man under his house banners (under 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 reign) since sixteen, Amias was promoted & transferred to the 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍 fleet on the Narrow Sea. The 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐲 had not yet formed & while pirates existed, their numbers were not that of an army nor were their mind sets.
From eighteen to twenty-one he sailed with Corlys. Ice Wolf was the famed journey beyond the Wall; an attempt to find a northerly route around Westeros through the Shivering Sea, but with no luck**. Amias was part of the first Westeroi crew who visited Nefer in N'Ghai & navigate the Thousand Islands (aboard Sea Snake). When Coryls purchased twenty more ships in Qarth he appointed Amias his own vessel. These and other expeditions are described in Maester Mathis's The Nine Voyages.
♡ In 111 A.C. he married Larissa (Lara) Swann -- the twin sister of Johana Swann. Johanna, otherwise known as The Black Swan, was enslaved by pirates at fifteen and after freeing herself became an influential courtesan and "ruled Lys in all but title". Johanna's kidnapping is one of the earliest examples of the Triarchy's tyranny.
Some do not believe Amias truly perished in 113 A.C. since he appeared in Westeros a year later. Only Larissa, who perilously sought the mythical Whyte Witch* across the continent, knew the full tale.
** this canonical event comes back into play later in the fic !
*learn about Incisu (the Whyte Witch) by clicking her link. Otherwise everything underlined is linked to a canonical source (yup! Johanna is book canon!)
♫ clicky if you don't know the song !
a big shout out and thank you to some outstanding creators for inspiring me to follow my OC heart!! ♡ @samwilsonns, @kingsroad, @fragilestorm, @zoyazenik, @prosemoireia, @fleetwoodmcs, @stachedocs, @toilandtroubled, @richitozier, @elmunson
𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬 - I loved this crop and the font styles, but it just didn't fit into the color scheme as well as the others and having three pics chopped up the set too much as a whole for me. I wanted an "end credits" feel and this wasn't giving it to me. But I still think it's pretty so here ya go !!!
#fyhotdocs#fyeahgotocs#ocappreciation#ochub#got oc#larissa swann#amias strong#for those who just want the will.abeth gifs that set is Q'd up!#if your worried this is the end for amias it's not#check out the other edits for hints at his future!#fic: it's always summer under the sea#my stuff#hotd ocs#my hotd ocs#house of the dragon#Johanna actually DID exist canonically and get kidnapped and was like... the whole start of the war basically!#her getting kidnapped was when pirates started demanding outrageously#and the trinity started causing trouble#her timeline fits in perfectly with the story and I'm very happy I was able to fit Lara in as her twin!#it really lines up with the house#sigil being two swans and all that!!!!#she's literally called the black swan in the book (I'm rolling my eyes like SO inventive everyone...)#Yes I DID cast natalie po.rtman as Johanna and yes you WILL see edits of her!!!#slavery tw
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hi mod amia!! i hope ur taking care of urself <33 could i req shiho, honami and toya with a reader whos like wxs luka?
hii!! i am, hope u are too !! and sure !! hope u like this !! <3
♡ SLEEPY SMILES - Shiho Hinomori, Honami Mochizuki and Toya Aoyagi x Reader
Shiho:
Shiho doesn't usually like lazy people, but she definitely makes an exception for you
Even if you're asleep more often than not, she appreciates how you still try to look out for people and help them smile
She tries to not let her soft spot show too often, but if you ask to rest your head on her shoulder while you sleep? She's so weak for you and agrees immediately
She's definitely the type of person to aggressively hold her finger to her lips if anyone walks by and almost wakes you up. Sometimes her movements wake you up on accident
"...Yeah, you fell asleep again. Do I mind you leaning on me...? No, go back to sleep." Her face will be red <3
Honami:
Honami will be more worried than anything about your constant sleeping
She appreciates how you still try to make people smile, even if you always seem so sleepy yourself
She'll be the first person to offer to take you to a comfortable place to fall asleep, like her couch. Although, she won't mind if you want to lean against her!
She gets very worried that you're not sleeping enough, so she'll always gently shush people if they get too loud around your sleeping self. She won't be aggressive because she can't bring herself to be
"...Oh, did you wake up? Good morning! Do you want to rest some more? Or I could make you some food!"
Toya:
Toya doesn't really mind that you sleep all the time, he'll support your sleepy ways
Your ability to make people smile always made him smile, he appreciated the warmth you brought to everyone
If he stumbles across you asleep, he'll usually just move you around somewhere you're more comfortable. He definitely doesn't mind you using him as a pillow
"Ah, are you awake? Here, take my hoodie, you can use it as a pillow...Or me, if you prefer."
He usually leaves you to do your own thing when you sleep, only shushing people if they get way too loud or close to disturbing you. He usually ends up tucking you by his side and keeping his hoodie around you
#project sekai x reader#pjsk x reader#shiho hinomori x reader#hinomori shiho x reader#honami mochizuki x reader#mochizuki honami x reader#toya aoyagi x reader#aoyagi toya x reader
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Styling Dates 🎀
↳ Makeup and Styling their hair
♬ X is typing...
↻Improved version of ModNene/X's work on this blog
ModRui, I revamped my work. Please let my family go/j
𝅘𝅥𝅮 If you would like to request click here and read the noticeboard
■ Contents: Fluff/Comfort/Angst [Drabble]
► ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Mizuki Akiyama and Ena Shinonome
(Y/N) had called over Mizuki to their place for a makeover. Upon hearing the request, Mizuki got really excited to come over as she had never tried styling anyone from out of her circle. Though the question now bugs is, did (Y/N) asked to do makeup for fun?
Nightcord at 22:00
(Y/N): Hey Mizuki? Are you there?
Amia: What's up?
(Y/N): Are you free tomorrow?
Amia: Yeah, I don't have any work.
(Y/N): Could you come over to my place tomorrow at 08:00?
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Ding Dong!
"Yahoo! Is anyone home?"
(Y/N) quickly rushed down to the door of their apartment. Stood behind it, was their friend, Akiyama Mizuki, who (Y/N) had called over yesterday on Nighcord, to invite them to their place for help
"Ah there you are! Geez, you really surprised me with this one. Asking me out of nowhere to do your makeup and at this time of the day too." Mizuki states as (Y/N) invited them into their abode. "Ahah sorry about that! Hopefully you got sufficient rest at least since you did mention that you stay up late to work on music videos." (Y/N) replied with a sorry expression on their face for interrupting Mizuki's sleep.
"Don't worry about it, I'm already getting energized thinking of how I'll be styling you. Anyways do you have all your beauty products ready? I also brought some of my things to make you extra cute 𝅘𝅥𝅮" Mizuki then held up a mini tote bag, showing various clothing's and accessories sticking out of it. (Y/N) immediately went to see the tote's bag contents in it and were surprised to find at least 10 different outfits which led (Y/N) turning their head to see Mizuki smirking at them.
Now (Y/N) was in front of a mirror while Mizuki was coming their hair. (Y/N) learnt a lot about makeup during the time you spent with Mizuki and was really glad Mizuki was available for the day. "Oh (Y/N)? I didn't manage to ask this since I was too excited to style you. However, why do you need this makeover for? I mean.. You already look so cute 𝅘𝅥𝅮" Mizuki questioned (Y/N) while they moved onto trying to braid (Y/N)'s hair.
"Hehe thanks for the compliment. As what I need it for.. I guess you could say I'm meeting up with my crush today." (Y/N) replied. "YOU HAVE A CRUSH?!" Mizuki accidentally blurted their thoughts out due to the shocking news, and realised they stopped moving their hands. "Ah, sorry about that accidental burst. I'm.. just surprised.." Mizuki apologised before going back to brushing (Y/N)'s hair. "Are you alright Mizuki? You sounded a bit.. I don't know, upset?" (Y/N) replied, feeling concerned of Mizuki's feelings due to their friends' sudden outburst.
"Me being depressed? Hah, never! I'm fine really!" Mizuki stated, however they felt their heartstrings tearing apart. '(Y/N)? Having a crush? Why can't I be happy for them but I'm not.. I know they deserve better.. But.. It would be nice to be selfish for once..' Mizuki thought to themselves, before Mizuki knew it, they finished styling (Y/N)'s hair.
"I looks so amazing and cute! Thank you so much Mizuki!" (Y/N) immediately inspected their hair through the mirror in their house. "N-no problem! I'm really glad that you like it" Mizuki replied. 'No.. I can't show them I'm sad. They do deserve better, I should just be happy I could be able to give them a makeover for the day. But at the same time.. Why does it hurt so much? ...'
"Oh would you look at the time! I-I just remembered I got work today! I'm so sorry (Y/N)!" Mizuki spoke.
[Angst Ending] - Optional to read
"Eh? I thought you got nothing going on today?" (Y/N) responded to them. Although looking kind of sad for some reason. "Ah yep! I totally forgot about it since we all had new schedules. See you next time (Y/N)!" As Mizuki rushed out of the house, knowing themselves they don't have any work that day. Nontheless, all they wanted to do is cry when they reach their home.
"Oh.. They left quite fast.. Did I mess up..?" (Y/N) questioned themselves. "It's my fault. I probably should've been more direct that they were my crush.."
[Fluff Ending] - Optional to read
As Mizuki was about to leave the room.
"Wait Mizuki!" As (Y/N) rushed over to grabbed their hand. "Is there a way you could probably call to reschedule?" (Y/N) asked. "Don't you have a date to get to? Plus I already took up so much of your time today aha. Don't worry about me, I'm fine really!" Mizuki responded, mustering up all their courage to smile at (Y/N).
"..In that case we do have some time before you work right? From what I know you work fairly close around here." (Y/N) spoke, in hopes that Mizuki had a bit of time left. "Huh? Oh yeah, I guess I do have a little bit of time.." Mizuki responded "Great! In that case how about we go on that small date? Even if it is just a little." (Y/N) asked leaving a really puzzled Mizuki.
"Oh come on! Don't just give me the silent treatment. After all the work I put into preparing myself too" (Y/N) joked sarcastically. "..Eh?" 'Did I hear it right? Man I'm being so desperate my brain is playing mindtricks on me' "But that would mean.."
"Do I have to spell it out for you? Geez, you aren't that dense Mizuki. You are my crush" (Y/N) tried to look away to hide the subtle blush on their face due to admitting it and hoped Mizuki was actually confused instead of trying to tease them.
The moment Mizuki heard those words. They immediately felt warm and went back to their normal self. "Ha ha ha! Got ya to admit it, I knew acting could come in handy one day~ 𝅘𝅥𝅮" helding their head high, though it wasn't acting.
"Why yo-" Before (Y/N) could finish their sentence, Mizuki cut in "Well let's just spend the whole day giving each other a makeover 𝅘𝅥𝅮"
Ena would always include you whenever she is taking selfies as she wanted to show off your looks to her socials. However one day, you decided you wanted to try in her makeup as you found it really interesting. However, is that the only reason?
"Look at this (Y/N)! Our selfie got over 1000 likes!" As your friend, Shinonome Ena, placed her phone in front of your face. "We should take pictures with each other more often. We look super pretty and adorable together!" As Ena boasted while scrolling through the comments of the selfie post.
"I don't mind taking selfies with you, however in exchange for taking selfies with me, could you teach me how to put on makeup?" Ena immediately halted in her tracks after hearing what (Y/N)'s favour. "Huh?! You don't need makeup! You're already so pretty. Who said you weren't?!" Ena replied angrily. "No one, I just want to learn how since I've seen you put it on several times and I've got interested." (Y/N) tried to clarify, although Ena did not fully believe her. However, she accepted the request.
'Whoever told (Y/N) that they're ugly. I'll make them have regrets by making them the prettiest they could be! I'll show them!" As Ena worked really precisely on (Y/N)'s makeup and ensured every foundation, blush, beauty products is applied with most cautious and care on her beloved (Y/N)'s face.
Ena then continued on to do (Y/N)'s hair. Which she found was really soft and smooth and was easy to comb through. '(Y/N)'s hair is really pretty.. Wait why am I helping them again. Is this the right thing to do? If (Y/N) really did get insulted then aren't I making it worse to show that they need makeup?'
Ena, who was focus began to drift away in her own thoughts, debating if this was the 'right' way to help. After all she did learn that she should've helped Honami embrace her own style instead of changing it.
"Ena? Are you alright? You sort of paused a little." (Y/N) spoke up, looking worried for Ena, since she paused her work. "Ah.. I can't help but notice if this was the right thing to do. I know you said it was for interest but I really still think someone is insulting you. Could you please tell me the truth?"
[Fluff Ending] - Optional to read
"Alright alright, you caught me. The real reason is.." (Y/N) suddenly paused which cause Ena to be more anxious. "Oi! Don't leave me hanging, is there's actually a person insulting or harassing you.. I'll.. I'll scream at them up for you!" Ena jumped in, hoping that whatever she said would cause (Y/N) to open up. Though what Ena said had shocked (Y/N) a bit.
"You would? Thanks but actually my reason for this is simple." (Y/N) quickly spoke to ease Ena's worries.
"I actually just want your attention." (Y/N) put it bluntly. "..Eh..?" "You being on your phone 24/7 and leaving me attention-less! You know how sad that makes me?" (Y/N) scoffs sarcastically. After hearing this, Ena grew a little red. Feeling a little glad she is behind (Y/N) so they couldn't see her flushed face. She then sighed.
"I'm really glad you're okay then.. Also if you want wanted attention you could've asked me!" As Ena slowly became back to her normal self.
"Really? You would've probably argued saying you're not on the phone all the time, Tsundere." (Y/N) instantly regretted calling her a Tsundere as Ena stroked their hair roughly once because of that.
[Comfort Ending] - Optional to read
"..Was it that obvious?" (Y/N) asked. "So there IS someone out there insulting you?! Jeez, people these days." Ena scoffs. "Aha.. Sorry.." (Y/N) apologised as they knew they made their friend worried for them. "They're jerks, don't listen to them (Y/N). You're already so pretty, you shouldn't need to change for others." Ena retorts trying to cheer (Y/N) up a little bit. Though feeling quite a bit of regret doing (Y/N)'s makeup now as it would be changing her for others. "I'm going to stop doing your makeup now if that's fine. I don't think it's right for me to hide your beauty with it. Plus it'll also be proving those jerks right." Ena responded. "If there's someone bothering you please let me know next time." As Ena hugged you from behind.
#mizuki pjsk#pjsk#pjsk x reader#fanfic#fluff#ena pjsk#shinonome ena x reader#ena project sekai#shinonome ena#ena shinonome x reader#ena shinonome#akiyama mizuki x reader#mizuki project sekai#akiyama mizuki#mizuki akiyama x reader#mizuki akiyama#project sekai x reader#project sekai x you
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Alternative Universe Journal 3
It is two of my OCs together in this AU Journal. There are no warnings in this one, just some soft reading.
29th of March, 1755
My dear Amias,
Take heed of this note and meet me in our special place. One where your land meets my land. Shall we plant a beautiful tree where our garden will be pure bliss? I would like to know what we will do in the future. Is the spot the end of our long stories, or is it only the beginning of our chapter?
I know this is a short letter, a dear letter to you, but hopefully, the smell soothes all your aches and worries.
From your secret love, Enola.
It was today that I was able to reunite with Amias after writing this note a few days prior.
Amias, who spoke one of the countless Native languages as Ayenwatha, made his way to our secret location. It was the perfect setting for a romantic date. One that was encircled by stunning, towering trees, ones that had exquisite springtime blooms, and wildflowers that seemed to pop up everywhere.
I opted to wear a more appropriate outfit for this occasion. In this attire, I may have looked like a low-class vendor, but I knew he would not care. He had to survive differently than I did, after all. I have on a dark blue dress that does not have the elaborate busts and undergarments of a fancy noble gown, a white apron that is knotted perfectly around my waist and chest to keep this dress from getting ruined, and a pair of handmade boots from the local tailor that are ideal for gardening. I do not wear jewelry of any kind, and I do not wear my hair in a flawless bun. Even though it seems risky, I always wear makeup of some kind. I decided not to wear makeup today, and the few servants I had gave me the look that indicated they should avoid spending too much time with me because they saw something so exotic.
To my surprise, he was not there when I finally found the location where I had asked him to meet me. I glanced above and around the trees but could not find him. Rather than get all worked up about being here before him, I got down on my knees and neatly ironed my dress so it would not get in the way of my gardening.
I work for a few minutes, pulling weeds and pulling wildflowers off the trees. Then, wiping the perspiration from my forehead with the back of my sleeve, I quietly sigh as I turn to face the work I completed. However, I realize that I see a very familiar face from atop the trees, gazing down in my direction. He hops down from the thick branch he is sitting on to stand in front of my hunched figure as soon as he sees me.
“I was wondering when you would be here.” I will always hold a particular place in my heart for his gentle voice. There are so many deep emotions that I feel just by hearing it again.
I joke back, "I was thinking you would be here sooner." His lovely face appears confused as I make my statement, and he tilts his head slightly. “I was here earlier. A few minutes earlier, so it seems.”
“You did?” My expression is now one of perplexity. "Yes, along with a surprise." I watch as his bewilderment turns into a smile.
Here, I find myself staring at his toned physique and the perfect way the sun hits him to make him appear like a gift from nature. The way his pants fit his waist in the right places, down to his bare feet. What would this man look like under a waterfall? Whoever his gods are, I wish I could thank them right now.
I saw him climb up the tree to where he was dangling just a few minutes earlier. I follow his finger, which leads to a smooth-surfaced, rocky cliff overlooking a verdant hill.
"There, let us meet."
His feet start to move with the trees as soon as his voice starts to diminish, giving the impression that he is a formidable force. I was astonished by his movements for a moment before trying my best to follow him along the trees. But as I approach the final tree, I stumble and nearly bump my head on the branch below, but I am saved by an odd sensation of strong arms and their copper glow. My cheeks turned bright red at the thought that a handsome stranger had saved me. It was then that I realized it was Amias, and I felt relieved that I was not unconscious for our secret date.
"I should teach you how to run through the branches, sweetheart." His chuckle reaches a part of my mind that causes my back to shiver with delight. With a small chuckle of my own, I soon am put down on my feet with his guidance.
Throughout the rest of the day, we stayed in that very spot with a steady breeze in the trees and our hair. At these special moments, all I can think about is him as we eat from what extra he gathered with the other tribe women from this morning. When the sun starts to set, I lay my head on his shoulder while I feel his head lay on top of mine. I feel his arm wrapped around my waist.
“You are my night. When I cannot sleep, there you are, out in the open, gazing at me.” I feel his hand move up to my side, and I feel his lips press against the top of my head. As I gaze at the reds, the purples, and the yellows of the sunset, I can’t help but wonder if this could be the night to ask if I can have him stay with me.
Instead, I am met with his counter-question, a hushed tone of voice that I can not resist: "Will you sleep under the stars with me?"
My gaze shifts to his wonderful smile and beautiful brown eyes, which are fixed on the sunset. How come he looks so good? How does he do it so consistently? I have many questions about this mystery he keeps to himself. If I had the guts to ask all of these questions, I would. Perhaps another day.
I wonder how I look from his point of view. Must I embody everything he sees? More thoughts appear to permeate my mind, but they all fade away when my eyes recognize him as the light of my life. His hand reaches out and touches my cheek, and I lean into it. All of my worries, stresses, doubts, fears, and bad dreams vanish.
I begin to close my eyes, still leaning my cheek against his touch. Then, a split second after my eyes have fully closed, I lean in closer to him. I see his face change from a flirtatious, charming grin to one of surprise and curiosity. He is now lying on the cliff's flat stone surface, while I am on top of him. After a quiet moment as the day fades into night, the stars glisten as our lips press against each other, sending me into a deep state of bliss and joyful pleasure.
I slept with him under the stars that night, as he requested. I did not say anything more.
#haytham kenway#assassin's creed#ac3#assassin's creed 3#assassin's creed iii#Enola Rossingol’s Journal Entry#assassins creed forsaken oc entry version#assassins creed forsaken entry#alternative universe journal
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i was dared to ask about the phantom thief minori au in the tags...
can we have details?
(also this au seems really cool)
;; well!!! >:D (also thank you!!)
;; small warning: later on there is a mention of hospitalisation and overworking yourself to the point of hospitalisation
;; minori and mizuki are partners at the start, two silly thieves doing silly things. the two detectives on their case are haruka and an! minori and mizuki's aliases are clover and amia.
;; the main way i can describe the next bit is: phantom thief minomizu -> ??? -> profit (domestic mizuan happens)
;; minori's reasoning for becoming a thief is that if she gets enough money from the things she takes then she can use it to make the world better right? robin hood reasoning. - haruka and an did notice the odd correlation between the heists and a sudden decrease in other crime and social problems in the area. but this thinking does lead to some unintended consequences later.
;; so now minori is the only phantom thief left in the area and haruka is the one trying to work out what the heck is going on with this case
;; then later on after haruka runs in on minori escaping and they have a very quick chat, minori worries that she offended haruka. so she calls up mizuki to give her a letter who then gives it to an who gives it to haruka.
;; that then leads to minori and haruka meeting on the roof of that detective agency and having a short little talk, mainly consisting on minori saying sorry over and over. haruka offhandedly mentions that she doesn't get paid enough for this job. so she goes to the building the next morning to get another letter from minori, this time with "just over four months of good paychecks for her" in money.
;; typical phantom thief shenanigans insue then minori almost gets shot. ive not explained it but my personal belief is rui was testing out the gun in his phantom thief card and minori happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. so she falls off of a rooftop and haruka catches her. luckily she's in casual clothes otherwise that might not have ended so well.
;; after a while this is when haruka and an get to fight. so canon haruka has problems overworking herself, well. well, haruka has to be reminded by an to eat, drink and sleep. she does the first two. she has not slept in a good week and has a caffeine dependency. so her and an argue (during which haruka is a jerk about it) about the state of her wellbeing until haruka collapses in the middle of it. and this kids is why you should take care of your health!
;; in the time when haruka is recovering in hospital, minori doesn't do any sort of heist because she feels bad. she thinks that she was the reason this happend. thought she visits haruka, saying that she was thankful for her catching her when she fell off of the building. and hey here's those unintended consequences from earlier! minori gets stuck in a loop of thoughts that are basically: she thought she was helping people, only for someone to get badly hurt because of her, so was she really even helping in the first place?
;; so when haruka gets back to her normal life, an is constantly worried about her at work. minori gets word from mizuki that she's alright. so she does one heist and no one comes.
;; she does another. and no one comes. she does a third and finally haruka shows up. so minori is absolutely panicking about if haruka's okay and haruka is just mildly annoyed at the fact this case is still ongoing. minori apologises for the problems she caused for haruka. at some point part of minori's disguise (probably the mask) falls off and haruka realises that one of the people who visited her most in the hospital was the person she's been chasing for the past 7 months-ish. yeah.
;; still working out how parts of it go on from there so im just gonna copy this bit from what i said earlier: phantom thief minori -> ??? -> profit (domestic minoharu happens)
;; other plot points im working on fitting in:
- minori gets her money from selling the things she steals to miku. miku encourages theft!
- married couple shizuai, they're a thing. main museum minori keeps stealing from so haruka has to deal with them a lot. in her sleep deprived state and it's not fun for anyone.
#yeah!! i love my silly ohantom thief au#it started out as me going phantom thief minori would be funny she could be phantom thief c or something#then slowly developing into me revising the economic causes of crime (strain theory)!#also fun fact i didnt know where to put! ambiguous minomizu is there in the sense they only call each other nicknames:#“mizu-chan!” “mino-chan!”#and also minori overhears haruka's name but not the last bit so she calls her “haru-chan!” haruka only calls her “phantom thief clover”
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CONGRATS ON 500!!! you absolutely deserve it, your writing is incredible!!
if possible, i’d like to request an imagine/fic of an arcade date of kip (me!!) and idia shroud! hopefully there’s an open spot ^^
NOW FOR ALL THE DETAILS…. idk if the mbti stuff really matters but im an enfp and 2w3!! i use he/she pronouns ^^ i think i’m best described as enthusiastic, passionate, funny, and caring. i’m very easily excited and i always try my best to make other people laugh/have a good time :) i am also really talkative. i tend to go on rambles whenever i start talking ab stuff i like ;; in general i love having fun and its even better when the people im WITH are having fun too.
i’m assuming this is for outfits/vibes (HOPEFULLY IM NOT WRONG), but my style is … Kinda whatever i feel like!!! i love outfits with big statement pieces (think like really cool sweaters/jackets!) and then nice pants/shoes to go with it. i love the color orange so i try to incorporate it in what i wear too. (it makes me look goofy/like a traffic cone sometimes but ORANGE FOREVER) most of the time i prioritize comfort over look though! for an arcade i’d probably wear a fun jacket, boots, and just a black shirt and pants with a lot of accessorizing
my taste in music is mainly upbeat jpop/jrock!!! or just whatever is tied to my interest at the time!! but most of the time its jpop/jrock. the media i’m interested in is mostly videogames! my favorite genres are gacha games (mostly idol), rpg, and rhythm games. i love any good game/show where i can easily get attached to the characters. i am also a fan of animanga series.
i’m not sure if this would help but i’m gonna list a couple things i like :D i love cats, tea, coffee, sweet things, and cool looking rocks! i also collect stuff like plushies, merch, silly trinkets, and figurines
in the fic/imagine i’d just like to see me and idia having fun at the arcade!! whether it be winning stuffed animals at the crane machine (i am SO GOOD at crane machines i can win like 5-8 whenever i go), tryharding at rhythm games, blowing through arcade credits in whatever game we get focused on, getting enough tickets for a big prize, or just messing around!! and maybe getting ice cream after who knows. i want you to have fun with it so feel free to add/play around with what you include :)
HOPEFULLY THIS ISNT TOO LONG and thank you so much for taking the request! i hope you have a good day/night and congrats again on 500 :D
500 event!
contains: silly layout, idia shroud (worriedly), rhythm gamer idia, they are so in love, this turned out longer than expected i just like him a little
AMIA: TYSMM WAAAAA.. i am a idia shroud is a sweaty rhythm game player believer
you both played against each other in the empty arcade, he rented it out for the day as a date idea. he was busy playing a fighting game while you were tryharding at a rhythm game. he walked over after he finished and watched, before saying “i bet i could do this better than you.” and you looked at him with a look of excitement.
after you finished you took a picture of your score and moved back. he cracked his knuckles and slid the game card into the slot to start a new game. he chose a song and went absolutely insane on it. hands moving at 2000 mph, you were shocked at how fast he was moving.
after the song ended he took a picture of his score and you both compared your scores, and he beat you by a landslide. “i want a rematch. crane right now.” you said and he laughed, before saying “i accept! if you win i pay for the snacks, and if i win you pay.” he said as he dragged you to the crane games. it went the same as before, but with a switch of rules.
you keep going until you miss the prize completely within the turns you were given, and you went on forever. you were in the last lane of crane games, and he was started to get worried.
you had finally messed up at the second to last one, and he sighed in relief. “finally, my turn.” he got to the last crane game and decided to go from the last to the first, and hoped to any god out there listening he beat you. after each game he won, getting a prize each turn you got, the stuffed animals piled up. there was a pile of figures, weird accessories for your phones, stuffed animals, random gift cards, and other things at the side of the games.
he finally slipped up on the second to last game, cursing before hitting the machine. “guess we tied.” kip said, and idia nodded. “i guess so. you wanna get ice cream?” he asked while twirling his hair with his finger, it was a nervous habit of his. “yeah sure, let’s find a bag for these though.” she said and idia nodded. idia said “wait here, i’ll get us a few bags from the front.” before walking off and kip gave a thumbs up. after grabbing a few bags, he walked back to the crane area and saw kip on her phone, scrolling through magicam.
he put all of their prizes in bags, until he heard the sound of a camera and a small laugh. idia looked over and kip got up and walked over to him, taking a picture with him before holding his head and kissing his face. his face flushed and his hair went pink, a grin permanent on his face as he finished putting the prizes away.
she walked with him the a nearby ice cream parlor, hand in hand. idia carried half of the bags and he carried the other half, until they got the little ice cream shop. she gave the bags to him as he found a booth in the back and kip waited in line to order. after a few minutes she ordered and walked over to the booth idia was at. he held his hand and played with his fingers, making small jokes to pass the time. once her name was called she went up to get their sweets, carrying them back as quickly as he could. giving idia his usual order and quickly eating hers. “there’s something i wanted to give you, for our anniversary.”
kip looked at him and put her spoon down, wiping his mouth and sitting up. “what is it?” he asked, and idia gave him a bracelet with cute charms, before sliding a similar one on his wrist. “these made me think of us.” he said as he felt his face heat up, and kip smiled before putting it on. “it’s so cute! thank you!” he smiled and kissed her hand.
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Ok so I fell in love with your Mizuki bubble bath headcanons so could I request baking with them? As fluffy as you want to make it, and you can choose whether it's headcanons or a one shot! Don't worry about rushing this, I'd much rather it take a while and be high quality (and for you not to be stressed) than for it to be rushed and sub-par :))))
Also! Sorry that this ask is getting long but I just wanted to say I'm in love with the way you write, so thank you for publishing your work!
Baked Sweets, Sugary Love
“Somehow, my emotions kept making a fuss.”
Mizuki x reader baking together
characters: Akiyama Mizuki
note: thanks for requesting!! im actually terrible at baking but i love baked goods! it ended up way too long and is kinda late but i hope it’s alright! thank you for appreciating my writing omg aaahh i really love writing like this so i hope you can keep supporting me!!
Butter... sugar... eggs... flour... ah, was Mizuki supposed to bring the icing ingredients?
You put all the ingredients you have on the counter and checked your Nightcord chat logs.
Amia: That’s the recipe and the list of ingredients
Amia: Since it’s at your house you can prepare the ingredients!!
Amia: We can divide the price after
[You]: Sure thing
Amia: Nice :D
Amia: Oh actually I can bring the icing stuff and the cutters
Amia: I have a few ideas in mind hehe~
“What are they planning, I wonder?”
~~~(this break is brought to you by miku)~~~
Ding dong!
“I’ll get it!”
You open the door to be greeted by a long-awaited cheerful smile.
“Yahoo~” Mizuki beams at you.
You smile back, “You’re awfully cheery today.”
“Ahaha, I mean I’ve been preparing a whole lot for today, you know!” Mizuki leaves their shoes at the entrance and you lead them to the kitchen.
“Should we get started? Ah, but you came a long way so you can rest first. We can get started whenever.” You tell them.
Mizuki shakes their head, “Thanks, but I’m good! I want to make them right away so we can eat them soon!”
“Hehe, sure then.”
You show them to the kitchen and bring out the things you need.
You look around, “Right, we need aprons.”
“No need, no need!” Mizuki brings out 2 cute pink aprons with little frills and ribbons and hands you one.
“These are so cute! Did you make them?” You put it on and adjust it.
“Ahaha, I sure did! Thanks! I worked really hard on them so I’m really really glad you liked them.” They smile.
After a few more compliments and pictures with the aprons you finally get to work.
“Do you think we need a bigger bowl?” you ask.
Mizuki checks the ingredients, “I guess it depends on how many we’re making. I think 20 or so would be enough? So... yeah, I think this big bowl is okay.”
They take out the flour and pour it in. “Is this enough? It says 2 and a fourth cups.”
“Maybe we should have measured first before pouring...” You giggle a little.
“Yeah, probably.” Mizuki chuckles guiltily. They measure the baking powder and salt and pour them as well.
“You wanna mix? I’ll measure the other ingredients while you do!” Mizuki asks. You nod and start whisking the bowl.
As you whisk your bowl you see Mizuki measuring and putting in ingredients into bowls. Sometimes you hear them go “Ah, it’s too much!” or “Whoops, it spilled a little!” which made you smile without realizing.
“So that’s it I think- Ah! Hey, it’s spilling out everywhere!” Mizuki looks to you and runs over.
You look down and realize that you’ve been mixing to hard and it flew everywhere without noticing.
“Ah, sorry. I guess I got distracted,” you apologize as they dust off the flour on your apron.
“Haha, what are you getting distracted for?” Mizuki cleans up the table for you and walks up to grab the hand mixer.
You blush a little as you realize how much you’ve been staring at Mizuki. “It’s nothing...”
Mizuki smirks but decides not to tease you.
They get a bowl with butter and sugar in it, “The next step is to cream the butter by mixing butter and sugar.”
“So we mix with the hand mixer?”
“Yeah, I think so! Do you know how to use it?”
“No...”
“Me neither! Let’s just try whatever!”
They turn on the mixer and let out a little yelp.
“It’s going everywhere!” you yell.
Mizuki tries to steady the mixer in the bowl.
“Ahaha! There’s butter on your face!” Mizuki laughs as you wipe your face begrudgingly.
“Alright, alright. The butter is creamed so let’s move on!” You give a sarcastic smile which Mizuki laughs at.
“Haha, so next is... vanilla and egg! We need to mix them with the butter.” Mizuki starts up the mixer again.
“And I shall be staying away,” You joke as you step back.
After a messy battle with the ingredients, Mizuki grins and turns off the mixer.
“And done! Now let’s put in the stuff in the other bowl.”
You go to and pour the contents of the other bowl and Mizuki turns on the mixer again.
“It’s slower now so it should be fine?” Mizuki smiles and hums.
Once the dough is mixed well, Mizuki brings out a rolling pin and a tray with parchment paper.
“Alright! So we need to flatten the dough now,” Mizuki hands you the pin. “Do you wanna try?”
“Sure thing,” you take the dough out of the bowl and start rolling the pin back and forth. Once it’s evenly flattened, you both put it in the freezer to chill.
“I’ll go ahead and preheat the oven,” you say as Mizuki nods.
You have a few light conversations while waiting. When the oven is finished preheating, you head over and bring in the tray. Mizuki brings out the cutters they brought.
“Here we are! I picked out a lot of cute ones!” Mizuki smiles.
“These are so cute!” You pick out some to look at.
“Uh huh! These heart ones are really cute, but this little cat one is cute too! I also bought this one that looks like Miku! It’s adorable isn’t it?” Mizuki gushes about each cutter happily.
“Maybe we should try all of them? They’re all too cute! I can’t really decide which to use,” you suggest.
Mizuki smiles, “Alright then! Let’s use them all.”
You both take turns cutting the dough and soon you have more than 20 cookies.
“Let’s put them in! I can’t wait to eat them!” Mizuki get’s the tray excitedly.
“Ah, careful. Here, wear these gloves,” you hand your old baking gloves to them and they put the cookies into the oven.
“It takes around 12 minutes, so it won’t be that long,” Mizuki turns to their bag. “In the meantime...”
Mizuki takes out a bunch of piping bags and nozzle tips from their bag. “Tadah! These are all the stuff I bought for the icing! This one is a plain circular one, but this one can make a star shape! And there’s this one which apparently can make rose petals, and this one can make leaves!” They say as they lay them out.
You smile as you look at some of the nozzle tips. “Let’s also begin making the icing then!”
You both suggest and bicker about the colors of icing to make and end up making a whole pastel-like rainbow collection of them. Along the way you take out and cool the baked cookies as well.
“Ooh! We’re almost done, I’m so excited!” Mizuki jumps around.
You start putting in all the icing in bags and pick out some nozzles.
Once the cookies are chilled, you cut small holes in the bags and insert the nozzles.
Mizuki takes a Miku cookie and looks at the icing bags, “Do you think we should go with green or blue for Miku?”
“Of course blue! It’s Miku’s signature color after all,” you reply.
“Eh?” They exclaim. “But isn’t green also really good on her?”
“I guess, it is based on personal interpretation after all.”
Mizuki smiles, “Let’s just use both! We have 6 Mikus, so we can have 3 green ones and 3 blue ones!”
You laugh a little as you begin icing the cookies. Mizuki tried making a rose with the petal nozzle, but it kept melting. You made little stars on a heart and carefully drew whiskers and a face on a cat one.
After they’re all done, you put them in the fridge one last time.
“Let’s leave some for our friends! I think Kanade and Mafuyu would love the Miku ones. Ena would like this cat one!” Mizuki suggests. You nod and smile sweetly.
“Ah, this heart cookie is reserved though! It’s for someone very special!” Mizuki points at a pink and white heart cookie with little flowers.
You giggle, “You’re gonna say it’s me and be all cheesy aren’t you?”
Mizuki laughs, “Ehh, you’re ruining the moment! It’s not cheesy it’s romantic!”
You both laugh together until the cookies are done cooling.
They tasted amazing. Eating food made together had been so fun.
Maybe you’re the cheesy one.
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Sometimes I just want to describe pretty places, so have the places where Aarkanys gods stay at
tagging: @mocha-bunbun
Onyx
A path so small and steep, leading back up towards the mountain top, hidden behind the clouds surrounding it.
White pillars, marble floors, an empty first floor, leading towards a pool at the end, crystal clear water illuminated by the current source of light.
No staircase leading up, no staircase leading down, the entrance missing.
The decoration of handmade art covered in dust, untouched and forgotten.
A place left, a presence still present, lingering but just as forgotten and untouched, fallen into a deep slumber many moons ago.
Amia
A circular tunnel with a dirty ground, darkness surrounding it for most of it, only to slowly be repressed and torn apart by the flowers, illuminating the path in a soft pink hue, leading towards the exit.
A forest, deep and strong, the outlines of a temple towering over it in the distance, surrounded by it.
No path leading towards it, the forest in habitated with different animals, animals you’ve never seen, both beautiful and horrifying, watching you as you make your way through it, towards the top.
Another empty temple, the doors wide open, surrounded by veins and thorns, a building overtaken by the nature surrounding it.
The creme, beige and sandy colors slowly fading and breaking off of the walls, the breaking pieces being held together by the plants.
Ground covered in moss and grass, a soft path filling out the building.
A carpet made by nature.
An old willow tree standing in the center of it, showing a staircase to whoever they deem worthy and deserving of it, leading you far away.
Jade
Dark and cold and made of stone, hidden underneath the snow at first, but slowly getting clearer the more you enter the cave.
A twisted set of staircases leading you further down towards the ground, towards the core, the cold air accompanying you, following you, no matter how much warmer the place seems.
Melting snow and dark plates underneath.
The soft humm of a river, a river darker than the night and a sky underneath the earth, painted in a crimson hue.
The path leads to a castle, built into the crystals, made from them and with them, radiating a calming vibe.
Colorful lights illuminating the way up the stairs, towards eternal peace.
Don’t worry, it’s not as bright inside.
Su
A silver ribbon, tearing through the sky, visible from far away, leading up into the hidden depths of the night, away from the earth and towards the stars.
Try to not look back to much, the planet getting smaller upsets many.
Focus on the stars ahead and the castle in the sky, resting on the nebulas and whirls.
It grows out of the night itself, the stone that it is made of having stars trapped inside, sparkling from afar, golden accessories accompanying them, creating a contrast to the dark stone and the velvet blue carpets leading inside.
Aurora
A temple once so beautiful, but now long lost.
A bridge leading up towards the flying island, giant pillars resting in the clouds, reaching towards the sky, a path once lined with bright blooming flowers. Those plants have died so many years ago, thorns covering the path, hiding it, making it inaccessible for visitors.
The architecture gave in long ago.
Walls caving in, colors fading into a vague nothing.
The towers unreachable, the stairs gave in already and the few ones that didn’t were overtaken by the thorns.
A temple once so beautiful, a temple that died with its creator many years ago.
Yara
A palace at the oceans ground, deep into the water yet untouched by it.
Hidden behind underwater caves, leading to a path, right towards a city surrounding it. A city underwater, untouched by water, yet surrounded by rivers flowing through it.
The towers protruding, reaching towards the sky.
A sky underwater, nature changing by a tyrans hand.
Pillars carefully crafted all by hand, motives drawn and carved into it.
Ceilings made of glas, illuminating the throne room in a blue hue.
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Heeeyy Amia!!
Can I request prsk boys (seperate) with a reader that's just like Honami?
hiii ! hope u like this ! <3
♡ HONAMI S/O - Akito Shinonome, Toya Aoyagi, Tsukasa Tenma and Rui Kamishiro x Reader
Akito:
Akito is most likely to be drawn to how nice you are, and it's all genuine!
You're always willing to help no matter what was happening, and he admires it about you. He can't help but get worried though-
And he's right to get worried, because he soon finds out that you had a lot of people walking all over you. He simply won't stand for it
He's more than willing to act as the "mean" one for you if you need, he's pretty good at setting boundaries and making sure you're alright-
He really doesn't understand your love for apple pie so much, but at least he can go to desert places and get cheesecake without you judging-
He also offers to help you with your housekeeping, although he is admittedly not the best at it-
He admires your ability to play the drums! If he didn't focus on singing so much, he probably would've wanted to pick up the drums-
Toya:
Toya definitely admired you for a while, you were just so nice to everyone!
He admires your ability to help out whenever you can, and he's definitely tried to emulate it in his own life
When he discovers that you have a hard time expressing yourself because of how nice you are though, he finds the two of you are more similar than he thought
He works alongside you to learn how to properly express your true feelings, and he finds the journey is easier with you by his side!
He's indifferent towards most sweets beside cookies, but he'll definitely run out and grab apple pie with you if it means he gets coffee!
He would definitely offer to help you with housekeeping, and is honestly the best at it out of all of the boys
The drums are the complete opposite of the piano that he's so used to hearing, so he'll definitely be enamored every time he listens to you play!
Tsukasa:
Tsukasa will definitely pause a bit, because you're so alike to someone he knows...
You were probably one of the kindest people he's ever met, and he always appreciates your support as a future star!
When he discovers that people tend to walk all over you, he knows he has to put a stop to it. You were a star who didn't deserve such treatment!
Honestly, him sticking by your side is the best way for this to happen, because he's loud and most people don't know how to bring you away from his presence-
He makes a comment on how one of Saki's friends loves apple pie as much as you do, and he'll take you to the place Honami usually goes to-
He tried to help you with your housekeeping once, and ended up spilling things all over the place. Needless to say, he hasn't tried to help again-
He absolutely loves the drums! They're so loud yet they always set the beat for the song, and he will always jam out any time you play them!
Rui:
Rui is almost surprised by how nice you are, especially towards him of all people
You certainly knew about his reputation around the school, right? Yet, you still treated him with the same kindness as you treated everyone else...
He definitely feels irritated when he discovers people use you for your kindness. You were so nice, how could they ever?
He spends a lot of time with you after that discovery, knowing full-well that his "weirdness" would keep people away for now
He's just happy that you don't like vegetables as much as you like apple pies. He tried to bake one for you, but...Well, you can imagine how that went-
He absolutely hates cleaning, he'd much rather be moving around doing something else. But, if you need company while housekeeping, he's fine being there!
The drums have always interested him, you might have to drag him away from your set at times because he just wants to find out how it works-
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toxic fwb ghost x reader x johnny 'soap' mctavish┃ navigation
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4
୨୧ tags : angst, suggestive
"simon! what the fuck!" you repeat and shout at him, hitting his hand off of you. "why- why are you here!"
"thought you missed me darling, did you not miss me?"
"no! i didnt"
simon stops and glares at you, his gaze then turns to johnny. "you didnt tell me you were seeing this slutty lass." johnnys face turns into a one of rage mixed with confusion.
"dont fucken call 'er tha'" johnny replies, a disgusted voice. pure outrage shown in his voice. you hadnt wanted this to happen like this - well not at all to be frank.
you had just wanted simon out your life from the moment johnny had shown you how a real man acts, which was nothing like simon. johnny was sweet, he had used nicknames and care to show you how badly he wanted you. unlike simon who used nudes or sex.
johnny was different.
johnny was furious though.
"simon just please leave" you collapse further onto the floor. pools of tears soon heading out of your eyes, the rain of tears flow down past your cheek and johnny very fastly puts his dick away.
"why should i? this has basically been my second house byt the amount of times 've been here" he chuckles.
"whats that mean" johnny stands up tall, but compared to simon he was nothing.
simon fucking riley who then explains that you, sweet little you, and him were shagging daily. and that you two had hooked up f' a while and were dating casually - which obviously wasnt true but who was johnny going to believe? his best mate or some girl hes been talking too for like what a few months?
johnnys face looked near astounded. "johnny, thats- thats not true."
"why are you lying sweetheart?"
"'m not! simon just leave me alone!" you shout, your hands coming to your head to hold it. all simon does is smirk, he knows hes getting his own way and he knows johnnys slowly distrusting you. "you told is that you werent seeing noone." cheaters made johnnys blood boil, he hated them.
"im not johnny! i promise. its just- its complicated."
simon riley who grips onto your hair and pulls you up, you whine. "oww!!" you cry out, the tears continue to fall down your face.
"thats enough mate." johnny speaks up after a bit and he hits simons hand away from you. you sob as you grib onto the burning spot on your head where simon had pulled. simons rough hands were harmfull, a weapon in itself, but when hes angry? they could be a nuclear missile.
johnnys words came out as pure acid, a deadly, skin burning acid that scientists could never find a stronger one other than that one.
"johnny, want you to walk oot and not come back, clear?"
"why the fuck would i de that?"
despite how strong and big johnny was, simon was stonger and bigger.
johnny McTavish who ends up with a small (massive) black eye that night, but successfully gets simon out the house.
like you had worried, you created a rip in the friendship. a giant, a tear that had effectively made simon loose a friend.
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have not spoken much of Rien on here but he is the Dark Souls 1 oc i will never play bc dear god i cannot play dark souls. bloodborne has already consumed me.
ANYWAYS. werewolf au for bloodborne. has dark souls in it too. Rien and Antal are half siblings (bc i think itd be funny if they both ended up with a cheerful sunshiney dude. altho Alfred's a little more. feral than Solaire is. it's okay. Antal's not the most nornal dude either)
Rien + Antal (+ Jackie, Antal's little sister) share the same father but only Jackie and Antal grew up together
Rien has another half brother that he grew up with. Diederick aka Didi. they didn't get along for a long time until Rien got hurt bc Diederick was ignoring him and he went "oh fuck. I'm being an asshole" and Amias helpfully said "yeah. now take me to my best friend 🔪"
ANYWAYS the point is i decided Rien got in trouble for making thermite in his high school labs so he could break one of his friends out of her house and then proceeded to blackmail her mayor father into giving Rien her medication. said blackmail included photographs of a political rival getting Dealt with. Rien was not as sneaky as he should have been and shit happened and then he had a hitman/whatever following him home bc "holy shit this kid is stupid what the fuck"
Didi was not aware of this and thought the car hanging around was an ex-friend who got a little too interested in Rien for his liking and so he immediately grabs a bat. cue Rien tackling him because
Rien: THAT'S NOT HIM, YOU FUCK, THAT'S THE HITMAN
Diederick: WHAT HITMAN
Zita: ????
Rien: it's fine, don't worry about it Zizi, eat your cake, you deserve it
Diederick: HITMAN. WHY
Aldert: because your brother is so monumentally stupid, it's impressive
Aldert: *looks at the bat* I think it runs in the family
Rien: I thought i told you to fuck off, dude
Aldert: no, you said to get out of the car. which was fair. you should also be aware that blackmail of yours has now achieved a price on your head
Rien: why? because the mayor is weird about having sex with men and–
Aldert: no because you're blackmailing him with threats of a fake federal crime
Diederick: RIEN
Aldert: fortunately for you, I find your antics amusing and I loathe most others in this profession
Rien: can i take my chances with the–
Aldert: if you want to die, sure
uh. anyways. i also think it'd be funny if Diederick and Aldert ended up together bc Rien would give Didi so much shit
#potato talks#f: bloodborne au: modern werewolves#I NEED A TITLE FOR THIS#ch: aldert#rel: diederick & rien#ch: amias#ch: zita#idk im frustrated about switching phones on thursday#ch: diederick askes#ch: rien askes
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Butterfly Effect
Loving
Amia
/ˈamiə/
Off amer meaning to love; dearly loved or beloved
Jongdae & Female reader (Brother & Sister / platonic love)
Wordcount: 2.7 K
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On a night where even the air is silent
My exhausted heart can’t fall asleep
At the end of the tunnel I wandered alone
A warm breath reached me, your breath
You sigh as you close the door to your apartment after you. You are exhausted, barely taking the time to eat some dinner before falling onto your bed. It has been a horrible day. A horrible week. Month, really. Time feels off, like it is going too fast and not moving all at once. All you know, is that you are so tired.
It feels like nothing really has a purpose anymore. Why do you get up every day only to work a job you don’t even like? And all the money goes to rent, barely leaving enough for things you actually enjoy. Why bother when all you do after getting home is to sleep? Yet, you get up, you get dressed and you go to work, doing your best, every single day. Like a robot.
Every day is the same. The world feels so dull, like it has lost all its color. When was the last time you felt happy? When was the last time you felt anything but tired?
You stare at the ceiling for hours, mind and body exhausted but unable to rest as if knowing that falling asleep means having to get up tomorrow, repeating the same pattern over and over again. You toss and turn but eventually start drifting in and out of consciousness, waiting for sleep to take over.
Time passes, your room getting darker and darker until the sun has disappeared beneath the horizon outside. You let out a deep breath, your body finally allowing itself to relax with it. Finally.
A cool breeze tickles your ear, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you wonder if you forgot to close a window, but your body now feels heavy, and you are more than willing to surrender yourself to the warm embrace of sleep.
Beside you, your bed dips as if someone sat down. You want to open your eyes, but you can’t, your mind feeling like you are floating. There is a light touch to your head, a soft sensation, soothing. You know you should feel more worried, scared even, but all you feel is warmth and comfort. Are you still awake, or is this a dream?
“I’m here,” someone whispers. “You called, so I’m here.”
It isn’t possible, but you are so sure it is your brother’s voice, forever warm and comforting whenever you needed him. Still, your eyes refuse to open, and you only feel yourself falling deeper asleep. Must be a dream.
“Sleep now,” he says. And you do.
The voice is still in the back of your mind when you wake up, but no matter how hard you think, you can’t remember what he said. Your body feels light as you get out of bed, and your head no longer feels clouded. You can’t remember the last time you slept through the night without waking up.
As you get ready for the day, something catches your eye, and you frown. It is a picture you haven’t looked at in a long time, and one you were sure you had put away to avoid having to look at it. Breath catches in your throat as you pick it up, and you feel all the memories come rushing back. I miss you. So much.
It is a picture of you and your brother taken only months before he got sick. Only months before… you shake your head and put the picture down, quickly wiping away your tears. After your parents died when you were kids, he was all you had left, and now, you are alone.
Steeling yourself with a few deep breaths, you head to work. Throughout the day, you struggle to stay focused. Nothing you do feels productive, and you feel like a zombie walking around. This is why you usually don’t have the picture out; it releases all the emotions you have fought so hard to keep bottled up.
Your walk home is slow and reluctant, thinking about the picture again. Thinking about another restless night.
A face in the crowd makes you pause, heart stopping. The dark, floppy hair, the goofy, cat-like smile, and that ridiculous yellow hoodie you only got him as a joke, but he wore all the time… It can’t be.
“Jongdae,” you breathe, voice barely audible.
But he is no longer there. You look around frantically, trying to spot him in the crowd of people pushing each other around to get home faster, so sure you had seen him. Then, you feel a light brush on your hand, barely a tug but definitely there. You spin around but see no one. But there, down the street ahead of you, you see something yellow moving through the crowd.
You glance down the road you usually take home, the fastest way through the city and the way home to your bed, but you have already made up your mind, and you turn to follow the yellow hoodie. You need to make sure…
The street, you realize, is not one you have been down before despite having lived in the city for years. The houses are all colorful, so lively compared to the gray concrete you usually pass on your way home. People smile and nod as you pass them, and there are children laughing and playing in the street.
Music drifts through the air and you follow it, finding a small band of street performers by a gorgeous water fountain. People are gathered around, listening quietly with smiles on their faces. It is a slow tune, but a happy one. The singer has a gorgeous voice accompanied by a guitar and a violin. You close your eyes and let yourself get lost in the music. It feels like you have heard the song before, but you can’t remember where. Something about it makes you feel warm inside.
The song is stuck in your head the whole way home, and you find yourself humming it as you cook dinner and later as you are getting ready for bed.
That night it doesn’t take as long for your mind and body to become heavy with sleep. Just as you are drifting away, you feel the bed dip beside you again, a hand gently petting your hair. Like Jongdae would do whenever you were sick or felt bad.
“Smile,” the familiar voice says. “Every day, as often as you can. I’m always here.”
You know it is Jongdae’s voice, but it can’t be. It must be a dream again, though you wish it to be real. Don’t leave me.
You fall asleep feeling warm, the song from the streets seeping into your dreams, coloring them like a golden sunrise. And when you wake up, you feel better rested than you have in months. You feel yourself smile as you once again hum the song, and you hope the performers will be there again today.
The picture of Jongdae stands where you let it yesterday, and you pause, smiling dimming. For a second, you want to put the picture away again, but somehow you just can’t make yourself put it back in the drawer, and you leave it there.
Work that day is terrible. Your boss is unreasonable and your coworkers selfish, every single one of them. By the time you head home, you feel dead on your feet, and all you want is to crawl into bed.
Something yellow flashes in the crowd and you blink, but he’s still there. Jongdae. It can’t be him; you know it can’t be. But he’s right there!
This time he looks straight at you and smiles, the same blinding smile as always, and you want to cry. You don’t care if this means you are going crazy, you are just happy to see him again. Maybe you miss him so much that you have started hallucinating, but whatever it is, you don’t care.
He tilts his head to the side and vanishes, and you don’t think twice about following, all tiredness forgotten. This time he leads you down a street full of cozy cafés and cute shops. Antiques, books, jewelry – you can’t take your eyes off the window displays as you pass them all. How have you never been here before?
You smell it before you see it, and you pause to take a deep breath, your stomach rumbling. Sweet vanilla and freshly baked bread. A bit further down is a small bakery, the few tables it has occupied with people enjoying their pastries. Without hesitation, you enter the bakery and order the first and best thing you see along with something to drink, eager to taste their baked goods. As you think about whether to take it home to eat or not, a couple leaves one of the tables by the window, so you walk over and take a seat.
The quiet chatter of the other customers is comfortable, and you watch people walk by as you enjoy your pastry. It tastes even better than you could have imagined, and you take your time to savor it. Slowly, you feel the tension leave your body, your jaw unclenching and your shoulders relaxing. Briefly, you see Jongdae’s beaming smile reflected in the window, and you smile back. Smile for me; he always said that when you were feeling down. Smile for me.
That night you feel sleep creeping in the second your head hits the pillow, but you don’t want to sleep just yet, hoping to see him. And then you feel it, your bed dipping, and the hand on your hair.
“Keep going,” Jongdae says softly. “Every day.”
“Jongdae?” you ask groggily, but you can’t seem to open your eyes. Are you dreaming after all? It feels so real.
“Go so sleep, Amia,” he chuckles. “I’m here. Always.”
You wake up, not remembering ever falling asleep. The sunlight is bright as it peaks through your blinds, and you remember it is finally the weekend. You take your time to get dressed, enjoying your breakfast while watching the street below. The weather is good outside, the sun shining from a near cloudless sky. Lately, you have spent all of your free time holed up in your apartment, not wanting to do anything, but today you feel like doing something.
You look at the picture of you and Jongdae, and you smile. Your brother always went out of his way to make you smile. He would hate to see you waste such a beautiful day like this by staying inside.
As you step out into the street, you spot the yellow hoodie almost immediately. He winks at you before vanishing, only to appear further down the street, waving at you. You hurry after him, watching to catch up, but he keeps appearing just out of reach. Sometimes he turns to smile at you, and every time you feel like crying. You miss him so much every day and seeing him smiling at you again… it hurts, but somehow also feels reassuring. Every time he smiles, you feel the grief in your heart slowly chip away.
You find yourself in a park you didn’t even know existed. Even though it is still early, the park is full of people who are out to enjoy the sun – couples taking a stroll hand in hand, parents watching their children play, people walking their dogs. So much life all around you.
The sunlight filters down through the green treetops creating golden patterns on the path below as you follow it around the park. The crisp morning air smells of rain and sweet from the hundreds of colorful flowers planted all over. Buzzing bees and beautiful butterflies flutter about the flower fields, their wings glittering in the sun. Ahead of you, a sparkling pond breaks the path, a handful of ducks being fed by a young boy and his mother.
You take a seat by the pond, watching the sunlight reflecting off the water. A single, white swan floats serenely across the glittering water, unbothered by the ruckus of the ducks being fed. It regards you briefly but turns its head away to preen its feathers.
You close your eyes and turn your head towards the sun, enjoying the warmth on your face. As you sit there, you hear a faint rustling in the grass beside you, and it feels like someone takes your hand. When you look down, you find a small yellow butterfly sitting calmly on your hand. You smile, feeling tears well up in your eyes.
“I miss you,” you say quietly. There is no answer, but the breeze is gentle as it brushes your cheek. So much.
The swan is watching intently you when you look back up, and you wish you had something to feed it. Another time, promise.
You don’t know how long you sit by the lake, but when you eventually get up to leave, you somehow feel lighter, like you left something behind you have carried around for a long time. Something warm is blooming inside of you, you can’t quite say what it is, but something feels different.
There is a small smile on your lips as you start to head home, and the song from the other day comes to mind again. You should go back and see if they still perform there. And maybe visiting that bakery again would be a good idea for lunch, their sandwiches looked delicious. There were some books that caught your eyes as well in the small bookshop beside it. So, instead of going home, you head further into the city.
It is well after dinnertime when you finally return to your apartment. Your face feels warm after being out in the sun all day, and you are tired but… happy. The new stack of books looks right at home on your previously empty shelves, and you even bought a new frame for the picture of you and Jongdae.
You look at the picture in your hands and smile. He never could leave it alone when you were sad. Always looking out for you. Always.
That night you fall asleep right away, mind quiet and body relaxed.
You open your eyes, blinking from the sudden bright light. Could it be morning already? Standing up, you look around slowly. Everything is white for as far as you can see, and everything is covered in a misty haze. Are you dreaming?
A breeze ruffles your hair, and you turn. And there it is, the awful yellow hoodie. You can’t help but let out a choked laugh. Why did he ever wear that so much?
He is smiling like always, that reassuring smile that meant everything was going to be okay. You missed it so much.
“Jongdae,” you say, fighting against the urge to cry. “Have you been haunting me?”
Laughing, loud and bright, he shakes his head. “You always did like ghost stories. Until you had to sleep that is.”
“Hey!” you pout, remembering all the times he had to check for monsters under your bed. “I slept just fine, I just didn’t want you to be scared.”
Jongdae rolls his eyes and chuckles, letting you win like he always did. He then sighs and looks at you, serious. “Amia,” he starts, but you cut him off.
“Thank you,” you say, smiling through the tears you can no longer hold back. “You have to go now, right? But… thank you. I miss you.”
“Silly,” he smiles and ruffles your hair. “I’m always with you. Everyone who loves you, they’re with you wherever you go. In every little beautiful moment, every time you feel like you can’t go on, we’re right here with you. Even though you can’t se us, we’re here. I promise.”
“Will I see you again?” you ask, voice breaking.
“Of course,” Jongdae smiles, poking your cheek. “Just smile.”
You wake up the next morning with dried tears on your cheeks and a smile on your lips.
An angel blowing into me like the wind
The warmth I gain from you changes me
I’m not afraid anymore, because you’re by my side
Because you won’t let go of my hand
#exo song fic series#exo butterfly effect#exo x reader#chen x reader#jongdae x reader#platonic love#i don't want to write romance for jongdae now that he is married so i thought this would work instead#made myself cry writing this so
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Metanoia - Chapter Five (f.o)
Summary: you will be crowned victor of the 75th hunger games.
Word Count; 4k
Warnings; swearing
NOTES: i give reader a last name to fit the world.
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It’s really funny how they set a uniform to wear for the private session with the gamemakers. They haven’t really done that before, and you know that because of your years of mentoring. They don’t have a set outfit that they want the tributes to wear. Sure, they have guidelines, but nothing this strict.
It’s a tracksuit jacket that goes up to your throat. You zip it up all the way, squinting at yourself in the mirror, because this wouldn’t have been your first choice for a uniform. You don’t look too terribly bad, it’s just the fact that you’ve never worn something so… hideous.
Despite this all, you pull your hair out of your face again, it’s even messier than it has been the past three days for training. Progressively, you’ve begun to care less about what you look like. You’ve been zeroing in on as many skills as you can gather like a hoarder. You spent the first day just training, and the last two days learning the useful stuff. The shit they don’t teach in the academy.
It was a good couple of days, even if you were forced to make conversation with the hogs of the stations. The good news is that Cecelia is much more tolerable than Woof. Woof is incompetent, the man will die in the bloodbath. He doesn’t move fast, he doesn’t think straight, and he’ll be a target for you.
You weren’t expecting very much out of him in the first place. He goes right onto the list of the other imcompetent competitors. The list has tripled past your expectations. These games are going to be a walk in the park.
Brutus is already waiting in the main room when you get out there. He’s got an orange in his hand, already peeled. He looks up when you enter, and without a word, stands and heads for the door. This afternoon, Neysa and Edmond will be nowhere in sight. You haven’t seen Theo in days, but that’s no matter.
Neysa and Edmond will be consulting with the stylist to make sure that the interview outfits are matching. Amias is already working with whoever is working with Brutus, but it’s for more understanding. Neysa knows what you would like to wear, and Edmond will have an idea for what Brutus would like.
Brutus holds out a single orange slice.
You prick it from his fingers popping it in your mouth. When you bite down, the juice explodes in your mouth. It’s sweet, a little tangy. You don’t pride yourself with oranges, since they’re such a rare thing to come across in District Two. You guys might be rich and a favorite, but it doesn’t mean you get everything that you desire.
The elevator brings you down to the same floor you’ve been for the past three days. The ride is short, the doors open, you guys step out and head towards the room where you’ll be waiting to be called in. This shouldn’t take very long. After everyone gets inside the room, it’s only three people before it’s your turn.
Walking in, there’s only a couple of people here already. A few of which you’ve actually talked to, during your time of rotation in the training room. Cashmere and Gloss already sit by the wall up front, so you allow Brutus to go in first, since you’ll be sitting on the end of the row.
There’s three rows of four to fit all twenty-four of you in here. The way that things are laid out in here kinda make sense, but you wish that they had allowed District Two to be up against the wall. You’d rather be leaning against the cold concrete while your body is beginning to heat up.
You’re not mad, you’re not embarrassed, this is something that doesn’t belong to you again. It could very well be nerves, again. Since it basically feels the exact same as it did last time…
Maybe the jacket is too much, because there is no reason why you should be feeling like it’s ninety degrees because you’re anxious. You unzip it, and then slip out of the jacket. The second that it’s done though, there’s a whistle behind you.
Gloss turns to look to see who it is, but it doesn’t take a genius to know who’s going to keep harassing you. It’s Finnick, and he’s probably just come in here with Mags. You haven’t turned around since you got inside, mainly because you don’t care who comes in or out. You just want the room to be full already so this show can get started.
“Welcome to the gun show.”
“I really can’t wait until I can knock your fucking teeth out.” you roll your eyes, even if he can’t see it.
Finnick laughs, “I’m not that bad.”
“You are that bad.” you say, “I still don’t know what your goal is.”
“I thought we could be friends.”
“You thought wrong, my friends are sitting right here.”
Brutus snickers but doesn’t say anything, you can practically hear him ask, ‘we’re friends?’
If he’s thinking that, then so are Cashmere and Gloss, but they’re clearly smart enough not to say anything about it. At least they have some intuition that’s telling them that you don’t want to be talking to Finnick. And the best way to escape a conversation is to set grounds, even if they are lies.
“Who says you have to stop there?” Finnick asks.
“For fuck’s sake, just leave me alone.”
If Finnick has anything else to say, he gives it up. The silence is instant, and you welcome it in with open arms. Besides from the occasional ‘whoosh’ of the automatic doors, or the whispers of tributes talking to each other, the room is quiet.
In no time, the room is full of all the tributes, and Gloss is being called in for his evaluation. As the clock ticks, you can feel yourself grow more anxious. It’s like a bottomless pit in your stomach, or as if you’ve been told that you’re being broken up with. It’s more of a grief feeling.
It’s awful, you don’t like it.
You look down at your wrist, reading over the words again. You run your thumb over them as if they’ll wipe off easily. Of course, they don’t budge even in the slightest. The whole idea of soulmates is crazy.
It’s a dumb concept. Who says that you have to end up with them, anyway? There’s plenty of people that you know, that never followed the rules because they didn’t care. There’s also the fact that you never know if that person is actually alive. It’s not like they fade after the person dies. They’re still as brand new as the day you got them.
You always thought that you’d be able to just overcome it, but with your repelling personality, no dice. That’s fine, you don’t like anyone, anyway. You’ll be content enough to live out the rest of your life in District Two, with two kids--Tanith and Zavian. One who won’t leave you alone, and the other won’t bother to visit.
You won’t be alone forever, you have them, and the occasional person who’s ballsy enough to visit you in your big, old, grand house. And if you can find a single animal you could get as a pet, you’d consider having them around, too. Turn your whole house into a zoo, like the old man that used to live next door, back when you weren’t a victor.
His house was overflowing with animals. Dogs, cats, he had two horses, a cow and a mule in his backyard. In his house were the chickens, goats and pigs. His house was covered in hay and smelt like piss and shit because he never cleaned it. He was too old and too stupid to be running something like that. However, you think he got taken down two years after your win. You went to visit your old house for a few things that you’d remembered that you wanted to move in and the house was just… gone. Like a controlled fire had taken it out.
You can’t say that you feel bad for him, he’s the entire reason why the street smelled so bad. In an upper-class neighborhood like yours, you’re surprised the neighbors hadn’t taken him out any earlier. He’s also the reason why you never opened the windows or doors for more than ten minutes… and why you never went in the backyard, either.
Brutus’ name is called. You fist-bump him, “Good luck.”
“Thanks.” he says.
Cashmere passes him on the way in, she gives you a dainty smile, and then continues her walk out of the room. It’s Brutus, and then it’s you.
“Is The (Y/n) Rosecelli nervous?” Finnick asks.
“I’m not.”
“You’re bouncing your leg like you’re trying to get it to fall off.”
You hadn’t even realized it. You stop immediately, leaning into your hands as you rub your face, “I’m not nervous, someone else is.”
“Someone else?”
You look over your shoulder at Finnick, “As much as playing stupid looks on you, don’t start now.”
Finnick is quiet, and then he sputters out a laugh, “You have a soulmate?”
“Everyone does. Mine just happens to be emotional, which is a total drag.” you hiss, “I don’t need to be feeling like this right now.”
The urge to bounce your leg again is like an itch, and you can’t help but to give in.
“I heard taking deep breaths are a fantastic way to calm yourself down.”
You ignore Finnick, it’s not your emotion. You’re confident. You’re excited. You’re enthusiastic. You’re calm. You have nothing to be worried about. You’re going to do great.
You can feel it all start to cease.
You’re an amazing fighter. You’re going to get great scores. You know what you want to do. You’re going to win. You’re the best one here.
One deep breath in, slowly letting it out, it’s like the anxiety wasn’t even there in the first place. Your leg stops, you cross them to ensure it, and continue repeating things to yourself. A much needed ego boost to keep your hands from shaking and your mind from collapsing.
Whoever your soulmate is, you’re beginning to hate them. They’re fucking up basically everything. It’s embarrassing, and you’re never embarrassed.
“Wow--”
“Zip it.” you snap, eyes focused on the door.
“District Two, (Y/n) Rosecelli. Report for individual assessment.” the voice over the intercom says.
You uncross your legs, throwing your jacket over your arm as you stand. You move out of the aisle and head towards the door. On the way in, you see Brutus with a grin on his face.
“Good luck.”
“Thanks.” you say.
You pull the jacket on now, zipping it up to your throat, because the room is air conditioned. With no one being in here, it makes the room colder. There’s no body heat to be worrying about. Even with the jacket on, you can still feel the cold air through it.
You stand in front of the gamemakers, looking up at them. Plutarch Heavensbee--the new head gamemaker after the last one was killed. Word travels between mentors and victors like disease. Obviously it had to do something with the berries that Katniss and tried to eat. The fact that they were inside the arena in the first place was heinous enough. But to use it against the gamemakers, and Crane allowing it to happen…
“You have ten minutes to present your chosen skill.” Plutarch says.
You give a quick nod, wandering over to the nearest hologram station. You got to play around with it on the first day, and realized that going up to the hardest mode wasn’t even hard. It was medium. You broke a sweat after doing it for the third time in a row, and the gamemakers have definitely seen you mess with it before.
They have to assess you over a period of days, not just one. The private session is designed to show off anything that you wouldn’t want the other tributes knowing.
Which is exactly why you skip over all the regular throwing stations, and head right into the bow and arrow one. They have their own tv holograms that they’ll be able to watch you from.
It’s not a skill you necessarily like. It helps with distance fighting, but since bow and arrows have been associated with Katniss, you’ve basically faded this into nothing. However, you pick up the bow, playing around with the strings to test the tightness. A quiver of arrows is pulled over your shoulder after.
You program the game easily, but before you step in, you turn around and fire an arrow just to see how awful the bow is. It’s not too bad, it’s actually fairly similar to the one they have at the academies. These ones are just tighter because they’re brand new.
You go inside after that. The holograms start off fairly easy. Now that you’re inside, you can see why it was so easy for Katniss to know where they’d be coming from before they were generated. The way that the orange beams move is a clear giveaway.
It takes one arrow for each person, always the center of the chest. If they’re moving, then you make an exception for the head, since it’s the next best thing to wipe someone out immediately.
You can feel yourself go into concentration mode. The beam moves, you spin around. You release the arrow at first chance, nailing the hologram. You grab another arrow, the beam moves, you spin around, release the arrow, get the hologram. Over and over until it’s finally done.
You wish you had some sort of watch so you could know when your time is up, but you decide that this is enough. You place the bow back where it came from, as well as the quiver, which has three arrows left. The arrows inside of the station will be cleaned up by some poor avox, it’s not your job.
You step right in front of the gamemakers again, waiting for them to dismiss you. When they do, you thank them, and then leave the room. You can hear them call in Beetee next, and you pass him on your way out too. Just before you also leave the little waiting room, Finnick and you make eye contact.
And on his face is a half-smile, half-smirk.
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You plop down on the couch, leaning back against the cushions. Caesar Flickerman introduces the name of the game: tribute training scores. The entire couch is full. From right--where you’re sitter--to left, it sits Amias, Neysa, Edmond, Brutus and Brutus’ stylist. On the adjacent chair sits Theo.
He won’t look in your direction, it’s humorous.
Caesar starts it almost immediately, beginning with boys. Gloss lands himself an eleven, and Cashmere gets herself a ten, which makes you wonder how badly she messed up during her session. She’s supposed to be a career, not some average moron. Anyone with basic capabilities can get a ten.
Next is Brutus, he gets a nice eleven, which makes you all cheer for him in excitement. You want to hold your breath for your own, but you realize that’s not a reaction you would have. So, instead you give a big smile and lean back, crossing your arms. Confidence will get you out of this.
“District Two, (Y/n) Rosecelli with a score of eleven.” He gives a big smile, and you give a look to Brutus.
“And that is how it’s done!”
Brutus laughs, the two of you lean over for high-fives before going back to watching Caesar. Beetee and Wiress get boringly sad and average scores, but there’s not much to expect from them either. They didn’t do anything that would be entertaining over those three days. They get sevens.
The smile fades from your face once Finnick comes up. Your face straightens out and you lean forward. Brutus notices this, “Interested?”
“I gotta know how easy he’ll be to kill.”
“District Four, Finnick Odair with a score of eleven.” Caesar says, “And District Four, Mags Flannagan with a score of six.”
Finnick’s score is no surprise, but you are a little worried over Mag’s. She could have at least gotten a seven considering she did just about the same that Beetee and Wiress did. You suppose it makes sense in a way, though. She’s not going to be a good fighter, and they have to consider that too.
At least you and Finnick are on the same playing field, but he’ll be torn between protecting himself and Mags. You don’t really want to be the one to kill her, but another matching pair of District Four skulls on your arm is just too tempting.
You bring your arm over, looking at it as Caesar announces the next scores. You’ve got quite a collection. You didn’t kill any of District One’s tributes, but you did kill your district mate because it had come down to you two. If you want to keep traditions, Brutus would have to go on too. You wonder if he knows that part of your history.
It skips over District Three, but you got both from four. None from five or six, but you got the doubles on seven, the guy from eight and the girl from ten--oh, and the girl from twelve that had ran into the cornucopia like a dumbass. The total comes out to eight, which really is quite a lot.
Except that year a ton of people had ran into the cornucopia, more than usual. The girls from ten and twelve, and the boy from four had run in. As for the other five, that same day you took out the boy from eight. Your allies had taken out others, since they wanted at least something they could take credit for.
Four on the first day, and the other four in the span of a week. You were the one with the most kills, you were showered with gifts. No one really stood a chance, not even your district mate. You kept track of the tributes throughout the entire game by carving lines into your arm. The second that the twenty-second guy was dead, you turned on your mate immediately.
It was too quick, it had taken the gamemakers by surprise. The way you turned, grabbed his head with one hand and used your sai’ to stab right through. He crumpled to the ground like a sack of flour, and you stood in the middle of that field, waiting for your crowning.
An entire minute of silence, which made you doubt that you were the winner. You had to count the cuts on your arms to double-check. You had done it each time after you’d heard a cannon, it should be accurate. And while you waited for them to announce your win, after you were sure it was yours, you made that final line.
Obviously they had wanted some fight, looking back on it. The final two should have been easy entertainment, and even sentimental, considering you guys were both from District Two. But there was no hesitation, you were already exhausted from fighting the last guy, and you just wanted it to be over with.
The reason behind why you’d chosen to wipe out the District Four tributes is funny, in some sick way. Of course, your games were right after Finnick’s, and you absolutely hated the way he won. Using his nets to drag people into the water and then uses his trident on them.
It’s the entire reason why you spared nothing for either of the four tributes. You didn’t even fuck with them a little bit like your allies had wanted. You killed them, and you made sure that the cannon had gone off before you’d even bothered to move on. You were so paranoid that they would try something like Finnick had done, again.
As much as people don’t want to admit it, you pay attention to things. Your brain is always turning. You’re keeping track of things, remembering plans and techniques. If you come up across anyone inside of the games, then you’ll know how to act. What they favor more in fights and all that. Not to mention, people like the morphlings and where they like to hide in the trees, what they’re looking for specifically.
It’s a whole ‘nother reason why you’re a perfect candidate. You’re prepared.
Anyway, districts five and six both get that same average score as three. Johanna Mason lands herself a nice ten, and her district mate Blight gets a nine. Not surprising for Johanna, but it is for Blight. Normally guys get higher training scores--and that’s not a sexist thing either.
It’s how your first games went. You had gotten a nine, and it must have been something you’d done during your training days. Unlike other districts, the careers aren’t really told to keep from showing off their skills. In fact, you’re encouraged to. It’s an intimidation tactic to weasel out the weaklings.
And you’re typically ordered to pick your favorites that look like good allies, and after private training day--which is then when you’re able to see the score--you send a formal request for them to be in the alliance. It’s a whole thing, more trouble than it’s actually worth, and it doesn’t happen very often because of it.
District eight through eleven get mainly average scores, there’s a few who stand out more than the others. And then it hits District Twelve.
“District Twelve--” Caesar’s face twists unexpectedly, “--Peeta Mellark, with a score of twelve.”
“What?” you nearly yell, pushing yourself up into a better seating position, “How?”
“That’s--”
“District Twelve, Katniss Everdeen with a score of twelve.”
“That’s impossible.” the blood must have drained from your face, and there’s a faint feeling that overcomes you, “No, no--no!”
No one has ever hit twelve. Twelve is the highest and one is the lowest. People have gotten close to twelve, clearly. You’ve got an eleven and a few others do too, but twelve…
“What did Katniss say to our alliance invitation?” Brutus asks, “Neysa!”
Neysa looks worried too, “Uh--Haymitch told me that she said no, or that she was at least thinking about it.”
You allowed Brutus to send in that request after watching Katniss shoot those arrows, but it was only Brutus that was asking. You weren’t included in it. Had Katniss said yes, she would have been dragged into the alliance altogether, whether you like it or not, you would have had to make friends.
And there’s a very good reason as to why she probably said no. It’s the alliance thing with Finnick, isn’t it?
You pucker your lips, “Neysa I need a moment with you.”
She looks over at you, Caesar Flickerman has long since been forgotten. She nods a little bit, everyone else in the living room looks confused as to why you couldn’t have just said it in front of them too.
You bring Neysa as far as you can manage without making it suspicious. Even then, you’re dropping your voice to a whisper, and turning your back to the living room so Brutus won’t be able to read your lips.
“What is it?”
“Tell the District Four mentors that I want to be allies with Finnick,” you say before you can catch yourself and change your mind, “And I don’t mean for him to join us, I mean for me to join them.”
“Them?” Neysa looks suspicious.
Shit, “Finnick and Mags. What else would I have meant?”
It was a smooth recovery, enough to get her off your back.
“You’d just leave everyone like that?” Neysa doesn’t like this, you can hear it in her tone of voice, “It’s just as much of a dumb idea as running solo is--”
“I just want to see what he says, I don’t have my mind set in stone.” You give her a look, “Neysa, come on.”
“Fine, but you will tell me your plan if it works out like you’re envisioning.”
“I wouldn’t dream of leaving you out of the loop.” You tell her.
“Is there anyone else?” she asks.
You think for a moment on who would be dumb enough to accept but smart enough to do it too. A light bulb then goes off, “Peeta Mellark.”
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Hi there! I’ve been looking through your blog and I absolutely love it! I’ve noticed that you do fic recs and I wondered if you knew of any Deckerstar pregnancy fics? Seeing Lucifer with Charlie made me wonder how he’d be with his own kids. Thank you so much, and I hope you have a lovely day! ❤️
There are MANY pregnancy Deckerstar fics. If that's your bag, your best bet is filtering Lucifer fic + Pregnancy on ao3
When it comes to pregnancy and kid fic with Deckerstar I am super, SUPER picky. The majority of takes on the subject aren't to my tastes but I enjoyed the Devils Trap series which involves a pregnant Chloe
Devil's Trap Series by ElenaCee, G-E, 32 works
Chloe finds out about Lucifer, and they end up together; it was, after all, the will of God. Now that the Devil and the cop are a team in mutual possession of all the facts, what will change and what won't?
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And this fic which is delightful but only involves a scare via miscommunication
Bundle of Joy by Swoonz13
“Ella... are you trying to tell me Chloe and Lucifer are...”
“Yeah,” she said dreamily. “Isn’t it sweet?”
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You might enjoy my cracky, asexually reproduced angel soul baby kid fic that Lucifer carries (yes you read that right) which is currently only on Tumblr
Wollfgang's Amias Au
He cracks an eye open. “Concerned, Detective?” he asks.
“Yes,” she tells him honestly.
He seems a bit startled by her truthful admission of worry. He shifts a little awkwardly in his seat. “Well, fret not. I’m merely -” and he says a word that’s not in any language she’s ever heard, but it sounds beautiful.
“What?”
His brow furrows as he thinks on how, exactly, to translate what’s happening to him. “I suppose you could say I’m pregnant.”
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Bee was excited, at first, she always dreamed about traveling to Japan, and here she was!
Well, she was a little bit more than excited really. She still felt like she was walking on cloud nine when she stepped off the plane and into the terminal, her backpack nestled lightly on her shoulders as she went to go find her luggage.
What she wasn’t expecting was a rush of overwhelming anxiety to hit her out of nowhere.
It happened as she sat down at a nearby bench, clinging to her luggage with a vice-like grip as she idly looked at the sights around her as well as doing a little bit of people watching to past the time.
She was alone.
She had no family here.
No one to relate to.
She hadn’t even considered the obvious language barrier between her and everyone else.
Completely and utterly independent, if you could call it that.
She didn’t know why she hadn’t considered it before. Granted, winning a lottery to go to one of the best hero schools would have anyone distracted until they landed.
Or was that just her?
She fiddled with the afro-puffs in her hair, fluffing them out nervously as she waited for her guide to come and get her.
What if they never came?
Did they know what she looked like?
What if she flunked out of UA? What would she do then?
Her quirk wasn’t anything special, not for fighting anyways, but she could see herself as a rescue hero of sorts.
Or maybe a walking talking light bulb was more like it?
She pulled out her phone and scrolled through it mindlessly once she drew her pattern to unlock it.
Should she call her dad?
Lament to him about her increasing anxiety about being 6,778 miles, thanks Google, from home and how this was stupid or how she was probably gonna either drop out or flunk?
That didn’t sound too bad actually, it sounded like a normal conversation they would have.
Before she could tap on the green call button, she heard her name being called.
She lurched her head up, looking side to side nervously.
Was she imagining it? Oh God, was she hallucinating?
Could nerves do that to you?
“Hi, are you Bee?”
Maybe staring blankly at the person who addressed you by name like you couldn’t wrap your head around basic human interactions wasn’t the best response. But, Bee wasn’t the brightest person in the room.
Well, not metaphorically.
“Oh yeah, I’m so sorry! My brain froze the moment you called my name. I thought I imagined it at first. No one ever gets it on the first go.”
The kind smile the woman gave all but melted her into a formless heap on the floor.
“I know how you feel. When I first traveled here, a representative of my new agency had come to greet me, and my expression was the same as the one you just gave me.”
The woman laughed to herself. It fell from her lips like notes from a soft piano solo, delicately accompanying her gentle frame.
“So, you’re a Hero?”
“Oh, yes! I didn’t even introduce myself, how rude of me.” The woman cupped Bee's small hands in her warm, slightly bigger ones, the smile etched on her face never faltering for even a second. “My name is Bellamy Reigns, I work as the support hero Flo here in Japan, it’s nice to meet you.”
Their handshake was brief but firm, she only hoped to God that her hands weren’t as "clammy" as they usually were.
She couldn’t help how warm she always was.
“Are these all your belongings? I know you just got here, you’re probably going through some stages of jetlag but I can help you with that, right now we need to drop your stuff off at your new apartment and get you to your first day at UA.”
Bellamy clasped her luggage and made a beeline for the entrance of the airport, Bee trying desperately to keep pace with her and also avoid bumping into the people passing by her.
“Oh, this is sooo exciting! You’ll love it here, I promise! Ah, you remind me of when I was your age, so ready to be on my own and face the world. Only to call her parents in a panic because she didn’t know her right from her left she was so nervous!”
Bellamy gave her an encouraging smile when she met her gaze as she glanced over her shoulder, receiving a timid smile in return.
“Flo, so nice of you to join us, what happened this time?”
A woman with cocoa brown skin, thunder cloud grey hair, and pumpkin orange hues dressed in simple business attire stared holes through the pair as they approached UA’s front gate.
An hour behind schedule.
“I was getting her settled into her new apartment and we lost track of time, that and our cab here was late.”
The woman’s stare got heavier.
“All I hear is excuses Reigns, why didn’t you drive your car here instead? You drove it to the airport, didn’t you?”
“You know I don’t have the car right now Ami- “
“And so, you still didn’t plan accordingly?”
She began to tap her foot in annoyance.
“You have to take more responsibility with your job Reigns, I’m honestly surprised they haven’t fired you yet.”
“It wasn’t her fault, if anything, I’m the one that distracted her with all my hero-worship. And so what if we were late? You’re acting like the world was gonna end if we didn’t get here on time. You don’t have to be so rude about it.”
Bee huffed at the woman, crossing her arms to mock her pose.
The icy glare the woman gave her in return almost made her heart flatline. All the confidence she had mustered drained from her like emptying bathwater, causing her to slink behind Bellamy pitifully.
“Her tie isn’t even on correctly.”
“She wanted a bow tie.”
“And you let her? Bellamy, you’re an adult, start acting like one.”
“Having a bow tie isn’t a big de- “
The woman brought her hand up to silence Bellamy, Bee catching the way the air around them became so tense it was almost suffocating.
“We’ll discuss this later, she’s late and you have a class to teach. Dump her onto Weylyn and get moving.”
Bellamy sighed through her nose before giving the girl beside her a warm smile.
“Come on sunshine, you have a class to catch.”
They walked into the bustling halls to be greeted by two girls standing idly by the lockers.
One had long, flowy sea-green hair that cascaded down her slim body and stopped an inch shy of touching the floor. The deep color complimenting her round sepia brown face and bringing attention to her gleaming sunset orange eyes.
The girl to the right of her stood rigid and emotionless, posed like a dutiful guard ready to attack at any moment. Her thick, bushy bark colored mane silhouetted her intimidating frame as two soft brown ears jutted from the sides of her diamond-shaped face. Her deep forest green eyes boring into Bee's chestnut brown ones seemingly in anger.
The girl with the green hair was the first to approach them, her face brightening as she swung her arms up in a welcoming gesture.
“Hello! You must be Bee, right? It’s so nice to have finally met you! I’m Arlo Weylyn by the way and I’ll be your guide until you get settled into UA.”
Arlo brought her into a tight hug before pulling back to meet her gaze, her hands resting comfortably on her shoulders.
“Oh yeah, that’s me! And yeah, it’s really nice to have met you too Arlo and...?”
Bee tilted her head to look at Arlo’s silent companion who stared back at her with disinterest before focusing on the woman behind her.
“Oh, this is Selah. She's been dubbed my shadow as of late but, don’t worry about her. She means well, I promise. Oh! Mrs. Flo, I couldn’t help but notice that Downer was seeming, well down, for lack of better words, did something happen?”
Bellamy perked up at the sound of her name, her warm smile settling back on her face again.
“Amias is fine Arlo, don’t worry about it, okay? Could you get sunshine here to her class, please? She’s already late, and I wouldn’t want her to miss out on any more important lessons.”
Arlo nodded as she ushered the girl toward her first-year class, which was thankfully English as of right now.
On the way to the classroom the trio, more like just Bee and Arlo, had made idle conversation about where they were from. Arlo being born and raised in Colchester England, and how their quirks worked.
“So, your quirk allows you to glow?”
“Yeah. It’s pretty boring, I guess.”
“No, it isn’t! Any quirk can be amazing if you put effort into reaching its full potential.”
“Whatever boats you float.”
Bee fiddled with the straps of her backpack as she looked up, catching the gaze of smiling blue eyes.
Her stomach did cartwheels as she forgot how to walk, almost tripping over her feet and getting up close and personal with the floor.
Her stomach dropped into the Earth’s core as the owner of the blue eyes came closer, smile rivaling the sun with how bright it was.
To be honest, he was probably rivaling her with how bright she must have been glowing. She just really hoped she wasn’t blinding anyone.
He stopped in front of her and began to speak excitedly. His words zipping past her face like an arrow from an experienced archer.
With all these people speaking English, she had completely forgotten about the blaring problem of a language barrier. Looking at Arlo almost pathetically for help.
They had talked back and forth for a while as she stood there confused. Arlo gesturing to Bee periodically and the guy smiling even wider, if that were possible, with every word that fell from Arlo’s glossy lips.
“Bee, this is Togata Mirio. He’s really happy to meet you, he says, and is hoping you two become friends.”
Bee stared at the boy standing in front of her, noting how his soft blue eyes and blonde hair kinda reminded her of Lucas from Smash Brothers.
Holding back a laugh, she brought her hand up to shake his, putting on her best smile for him.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Mirio!”
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