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may-be-bea · 2 months

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Velvet x Fem!Reader Oneshot : Squishy

Genre: Fluff, no warnings.

Velvet sits at her elegant desk, clicking a pen repeatedly. Her feet bounce and beads of sweat litter her face. The room around her is dimly lit by a deskside lamp. All is quiet except for her clicking. Velvet is trying to work on lyrics for a new song; emphasis on 'trying'. -Nothing seems to fit right! One sheet of paper gets thrown out after the other.

Normally Velvet would leave this type job to someone else, I mean, why would Velvet, the famous superstar, be writing a bunch of choruses? Unfortunately for Velvet, she is a perfectionist, so most lyrics that get pitched to her get turned down. She can't trust anyone to make a good enough song for her and Veneer, so she'll just make them herself!

This was a much easier task in hindsight...

Velvet continues to stress over song lyrics as you walk into her studio.

"Hey, Vel." You chirp

"Augggnnnh-" Velvet groans in response.

"Geez, that bad huh? You shouldn't be stressing yourself out over your song lyrics." You say to Velvet, making your way over to her to rub her back.

Velvet sighs again and puts her head in her hands. You continue to rub her back slowly and massage her shoulder, hoping to help relieve some of her stress.

Velvet groans again and turns in her chair to face you. She has thick bags under her eyes and strands of hair are escaping her usually neat ponytail. She looks up at you with tired eyes and almost forces a small smile.

At this point you drop down to your knees so you can be more eye level with your girlfriend. You both continue to look at each other as you lean in and gently caress Velvet's face. You feel her lean into your touch, fluttering her eyes shut for a moment.

After a minute she opens her eyes to look back at you and reaches up her hand to touch your cheek as well. Her hands reach your face and a sudden chill runs through you. Velvets hands are cold, but gentle. Her fingers are soft to the touch, but her palms a slightly rougher from always grasping microphones. You just revel in this moment of intimacy with Velvet...

Suddenly her fingers start to lightly squeeze your cheeks.

You are pulled from your romantic daydreams as confusion washes over you. But- you can't help but find it kind of adorable.

"What're you doing?" You giggle out. Velvets fingers continuing to gentle play with your cheeks.

"...Nothing." Velvet quietly replies, still playing with your face. "...Your face is soft."

You can't help but chuckle again, feeling a light blush dust your cheeks.

"Well thank you, Velvet." You cheekily reply back.

Velvet simply hums in response and starts to more aggressively squish your face. It kind of reminded you of a grandma squishing a grandchild's cheek when they meet. You smile and lean foward more to let Velvet play with your face. You didn't really mind it-, and it seemed to be helping Velvet de-stress.

"Pretty girl." Velvet purrs out.

At this point she is smiling and seems to be taking great pleasure in kneading your face like how a 12 year old kneads slime. You couldn't help but imagine what you must look like right now. Your reddened skin being pulled around while you squirm and giggle.

"God, your face is just- so cute!" Velvet mutters out.

Velvet continues her assault on your face while you just look on, laughing. You're both smiling widely and giggling. After a minute her squeezes become more gentle. She eventually starts to simply caress your face; rubbing her thumbs over your cheeks.

After a brief moment passes, she stops her movements and leans over to plant a quick kiss on your cheek before letting go entirely.

"Better?" You ask.

"Better."

HELLO I AM ALIVE!!! I know it's been a couple of weeks since I've been writing on here. I was taking a short break + I also injured my hand which took me out of commission for a while. However I'm back in it and working on a long oneshot of Velvetxreader, so stay tuned for that!

#trolls #trolls 3 #velvet and veneer #velvet #trolls velvet #oneshot #velvet x reader #velvet x female reader #xreader #trolls velvet x fem reader

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velneer · 5 months

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A night visit.

What happens if Crimp decides to visit?

I swear it isn't what it sounds like. Also, Crimp, just keep quiet and you'll be fine 👀

Characters: Velvet x Veneer

Warnings: brother/sister relationship, incest, there's definitely incest in there, p in v, a lil bit of cursing from our fav twins.

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Velvet and Veneer are always busy. An interview here and a photoshoot there, both their schedules full of promotional shoots and activities give them little time for themselves.

As much as Crimp tried her best to lessen the twins' burden, Velvet would never let her, saying that the more interviews and photoshoots they had the better and faster their ratings would go up.

Veneer would whine about the overtime they have to do but in the end, he would let Velvet do what she wants. He knows how much his sister loves the spotlight, and he knows that even without the talent of singing, she works her hardest in other areas to grow their fame and popularity.

Since they were always busy, Crimp would think of ways to try and help lessen the twins' burdens without getting on Velvet and Veneer's nerves. That's why right now, early in god knows what time before the sun gets up, Crimp decided to sneak into the twins' home to make them breakfast. A good breakfast to start the day and all that.

The thought of Velvet and Veneer praising her for good work lightened up her steps as she got deeper into the quiet house. But as soon as she got closer to the stairs, she heard voices.

They weren't loud. The voices were close to the sounds of whispering and...

whimpering?

Crimp stopped to listen, and as her curiosity grew, she silently moved closer to the sounds coming from one of the twin's rooms.

Peeking at the door crack, Crimp almost gasped loudly at what she saw. Both in bed, Velvet and Veneer looked to be resting. Bodies facing the same side in sleep.

If they were asleep, both the twins would have been silent or snoring, they wouldn't be whimpering and breathing hard. The sheets on top of them moved, rustling back and forth rather than staying still.

Crimp knew they weren't asleep but her mind couldn't process what they were up to until Veneer breathlessly whispered Velvet's name with a sentence that caused Crimp to cover her mouth to stop another gasp.

"Vel, keep going. It feels so good."

Groaning, Velvet sat up and took off the covers. Crimp could now see that they had little clothes on with Velvet's top missing and her shorts only hanging on to one leg that Veneer reached out to throw somewhere in the room.

Pushing Veneer down on his back, Velvet lined herself up with Veneer's cock, slowly sinking causing the twins to moan in harmony.

"Fuck, Vel." Veneer moaned, reaching out to hold his sister's hips. Pausing any movements to stop himself from cumming too fast.

For a while, they stayed connected. Their breathing and heartbeats were the only things they could hear in the room.

When Veneer squeezed Velvet's hips, she took it as a sign to move. Slowly at first, getting faster and faster until Veneer couldn't keep down his voice.

Velvet tried to stay quiet, biting her lips to keep in the moans that wanted to crawl out of her throat.

Veneer, on the other hand, didn't care. But what he didn't dare do is move. He's letting his sister use him, wanting Velvet to take the pleasure she wanted from him.

As fucked up as it is, it turned him on. He knows that being the one in control was a big ego boost for his sister and since his sister was on top of him at the moment with pleasure and a small smirk plastered on her face, he'd give her all the ego boost she wants until she tells him to take back control.

Velvet's movements grew faster and faster, and her moans got harder and harder to hide.

She kept slowing down just to get her breathing back. She even tried to cover her mouth with a hand but Veneer couldn't take her teasing anymore. He was close and she kept fucking teasing him.

No more, he thought. He needed to feel her. He needed to hear her.

Before she could get her hand past her chest to cover her mouth, Veneer took hold and pulled it down along with her other arm to her side. And as much as he tried to control himself, he could stop his hips from thrusting up. His hold on his sister not softening, pinning her in the position above him.

Velvet screamed in pleasure as Veneer took the lead. Her back arched, head rolling back as Veneer continued to thrust his hips up to reach her wet and tight core.

"Fuckkkk! Veneerrr!" She screamed. Her moans and cries of pleasure now fill up the room along with her brothers.

Faster and faster Veneer went. His hands now take hold of Velvet's hips, pushing her up and down along with his thrusts. He took this chance to thrust deeper causing Velvet to bend down in pleasure, arms now on Veneer's chest as she tried to stay on top of her brother.

"So close—I'm so close, Vel!"

"AUGH!" She screamed, voice breaking and eyes rolling back in pleasure. Velvet's legs were shaking from the intensity of her orgasm. The pleasure shot up all over her body, clouding her mind from any thoughts but the pleasure and her brother. Veneer feeling his sister's release around him found his soon after. He wanted to reach out and hug her but stopped when he saw how mesmerizing it was to watch his sister come undone on top of him.

Both siblings moaned in contentment as they came down from their high. Velvet fell ungracefully beside her twin with an oof.

"Okay?" Veneer asked breathlessly. Turning his head to look at Velvet. A silly smirk on his lips to see her so relaxed because of him.

Looking back at her brother, she got closer and kissed his forehead as an answer to his question. Veneer couldn't help but giggle and sigh happily in Velvet's arms.

"Now, sleep. We have two interviews today and a dress rehearsal later." She said, turning her back while reaching out to grab the covers. Veneer followed her under and snuggled up close to her, not minding the list of things Velvet said that they had to do today in favor of prolonging the calmness and peace they both had at the moment.

Sleep first, stress later.

For a little while, small movements happened under. Annoyed groans and harsh whispers came out from the two as they tried to find a comfortable position. In the end, they did find one. Velvet was half lying on her brother's chest as Veneer's arms became her pillow. Veneer didn't mind, not until his arm fell asleep underneath his sister's head. Now he can't do anything unless he wakes her up which wasn't a choice unless he wants Velvet to bite his head off.

As the sun slowly came up both twins were now fast asleep. They were very much clueless about their assistant who was frozen, looking in at the crack of the door, scared shitless to even breathe.

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"Sis, did you make breakfast?" Veneer asked, confusion plastered on his face as he looked at the table.

Yawning, Velvet walked into the kitchen still half asleep as she followed behind Veneer. "We got up at the same time, what do you think?" She replied, going straight for the coffee machine.

"Well, it's either you or me or a ghost because there's bacon and eggs already cooked on the table."

"What?"

The twins looked at the table and then at each other, eyes going wide.

"You don't think..." "Crimp!"

They both said at the same time.

Velvet couldn't believe it, "She made us bacon and eggs but forgot coffee? Augh! I'm so done with her."

Veneer sighed in disappointment, "Totally. She even forgot my orange juice!"

Crimp is scared for (her) life. Find this on ao3

#this got me AUGHHH #should i make it dirtier????#next time perhaps???#i need more of them #velvet and veneer #VVcest #fic #velneer #vvcest

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sulky-valkyrie · 3 months

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Hi Sulky! friends and family think we’re dating because we’re always acting like a couple prompt for dadwc, with anders and someone who makes him feel safe ;-;

Happy Friday!!! For @dadrunkwriting

"Where's Anders?"

Aedan looked up from yet another message complaining about yet another problem everyone seemed to believe only he could solve. "Down in the clinic, I assume."

Velanna shifted back and forth on her feet a few times then looked out the window. "He's not. I’ll keep looking." She turned to leave.

The worry in her voice was unmistakable. "Velanna, wait. What's this about?" Aedan asked.

"No, I made a mistake. It doesn't matter. Isn't my business. I just thought... nevermind."

"What isn't?" he asked. "Is he in trouble?" Aedan paused. "More trouble than usual, I mean?"

Velanna started to shake her head, then stopped. "I suppose that depends. On you."

He frowned as he stood up. Something was amiss, or Velanna wouldn't be so uncomfortable. "On me?"

She rubbed at her arm and refused to meet his eyes. "You've killed for him, Aedan."

"And I'd do it again," he reassured her. "For anyone to threatens me and mine." As an afterthought, he added, "Or the Wardens."

"So he's yours?" she asked sharply.

"What? Of course he is." What is going on?

"Does Morrigan know?"

"That I'll fight to the death anyone who'd harm us?" He chuckled at the memory of Flemeth transforming into a dragon. It had been a difficult battle, and foolish to challenge her like he had, but he'd prevailed. Had the scars to prove it too. “She’s aware.”

"No, about –" she flapped her hand at him. "About you two."

"Us two what?" Aedan sighed. "Vel, can you please just ask what's actually on your mind?"

"It's fine that you are," she rushed out. "I just wish you'd trusted us enough to say so, like we trust you. But now I can't find him, and she's had this look in her eyes all day and you know how she can be, better than all of us and –" she took a deep breath. "Have you told her you're sleeping with him?"

The absurdity of the question was too much. Aedan couldn't help himself; the laughter bubbled up, melting all the tension that had been building as Velanna had wound herself up to the most wild conclusion imaginable. "That I'm what?" He choked out. "Sleeping with Anders? Are you – when, why, oh Maker!"

"Well, what else was I – was anyone – supposed to think?" she snapped. "He goes to your chambers at night! What else could it be?"

He fought to contain his mirth in the face of Velanna' embarrassed glare. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it’s just – Anders? It's so–" another torrent of giggles escaped his lips. "He's a Circle Mage. He doesn't like being alone. That's it." He chuckled. "So I suppose technically, yes, I am sleeping with him."

"Aedan!" The excited shout from the balcony startled them both as Anders tumbled inside, laughing and covered in dirt. "Morrigan's teaching me to shapeshift! I'm a terrible bird. Want to see?" He stopped when he noticed they weren't alone. "Sorry, am I interrupting?"

Velanna snorted. "No, I think we're done here."

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freesia-writes · 10 months

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Chapter 13: Ingenuity

During the Clone Wars, the Bad Batch is tasked with a variety of missions across the galaxy. An unexpected addition to their team throws a wrench in the mix, particularly for Tech, who finds a particular connection with this disillusioned Padawan-turned-mechanic named Vel throughout the events in this action-adventure romance.

COVER ART BY @zaana!! And this was my first fanfic ever, y'all! :D

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From a tall tree on a nearby hill, Vel let out a breath, lowering her hand and crumpling against the trunk in utter exhaustion. She couldn't quit now, though, as whatever voodoo fire magic the tribe believes to have happened might not be enough to keep them away from these horrible turtle-stealing invaders. She quickly scaled down the tree, and upon reaching the ground, picked up the bag containing the turtle creature she had intercepted. She threw it over her shoulder and sprinted for the Marauder, safely tucked behind the next grassy knoll.

Crosshair ran to the pile of their things, tugging his helmet over his head and lifting his sniper sight to his eye. He gave a quick perimeter scan before tossing Wrecker his helmet and pulling Tech's backpack onto his own shoulders. Wrecker crammed his head into his own helmet and threw Tech over his shoulder, earning a pained cry from the delirious clone.

The hum of the ship suddenly reached their ears, and they looked at each other in bewilderment. But lo and behold, the Marauder appeared over the trees, lowering clumsily above them as the stairs folded out. Setting the ship down with a crooked and embarrassingly loud thump, Vel ran to the doorway, beckoning for them to get in.

They filed onto the ship quickly, Hunter taking the controls, and he gunned the engine to make their departure. Once stabilized on a hyperspace route, he went back to join the others in the bunk room.

Crosshair slumped in the corner while Wrecker sat on the floor, holding a now-unconscious Tech. Vel was furiously searching through the datapad, looking for any clue as to what that thing was or what was happening in his body. Hunter motioned to Wrecker, and he picked Tech up to as much of a standing position as he could be put in without consciousness. Hunter placed a hand on Tech's forehead, tipping it back a little bit to inspect his eyes and mouth. He noticed some angry red welts appearing on his neck, above the edge of his blacks.

"Crosshair, get the medpack. We have to get some bacta on those as soon as possible, no matter what that thing was," Hunter said, "Vel, come give me a hand." They tried to lift Tech's arm, to take off his armor all together, but it earned them another yelp of pain. Vel winced.

"Wrecker, hold him," Hunter said, changing to instead remove the armor plates individually, hands flying from one to another. He unfastened the utility belt and its thigh straps, relieving Tech of his endless pouches and holsters. Finally, with one smooth motion, Hunter pulled the knife from his wrist gauntlet and sliced Tech's black base layer from bottom to top.

Vel let out a quiet gasp as it fell open, revealing his back to be covered with raised spirals, angry red, with broken blood vessels branching off of them in every direction. It was clear where his armor had and hadn't been -- every gap around it was filled with incredibly painful-looking burns.

Now was definitely not the time, but she also couldn't help but notice a surprising amount of musculature that she otherwise would not have guessed were there. Sure, he was a highly trained soldier, but it just didn't seem like part of the package. But as he oscillated between a quiet, mumbling coma and writhing with pain, she could see just how strong he was, and she felt herself flush with warmth. The side of Hunter's nose twitched, and his head jerked up. He looked at Vel with an accusatory hint of suspicion, but he spoke only of the work at hand.

"Crosshair, let's start with some chromostring to make sure it gets it all without any nerve damage," Hunter ordered, and it was tossed to him promptly. He worked quickly, covering each welt with the soothing "sssshhhh" of the canister. He layered bacta over it all, then placed a spray hypo in Tech's shoulder as his head lolled from one side to the other. He laid him down flat on his bunk, running a full body scan with the medpack's diagnostic.

"His vitals are stable," Hunter announced after a minute. "It appears that the welts on the skin were created by a toxin that quickly enters the bloodstream and goes straight to the brain. Supposedly, he will be alright, once it works its way out of his system."

"Whew," said Wrecker. "Doesn't sound fun!"

"Is there anything we can do to help that along?" Vel asked, churning inside at the sight of his squirming and whimpering. "I'm afraid not," Hunter replied, checking the scan report, "Since we don't know for sure what that thing was, we don't want to do anything that could make it worse. It's safest to wait it out. We've got some time while we deliver that creature, which, by the way, I'm grateful you caught. We'll just keep an eye on him."

Vel sighed, nodded, and cleaned up the scraps from the med pack as the others exited, the door whooshing closed behind them. Tech rolled from his back to his side, drawing one knee up and gripping the side of the bed with white knuckles. His back tensed, and he let out a strained groan, flattening himself onto his stomach. His eyes remained closed behind their lenses, but his head kept twitching ever so slightly.

She hated to see him that way. She had to try something. Vel felt exhausted from her use of the Force earlier -- manipulating an entire ball of fire was far more difficult than turning a wrench -- but it killed her to see him this way. She sat on the bunk and hovered her hand over his back, closing her eyes and turning inward, seeking that calm, flowing energy. There were too many things buzzing around her mind; she furrowed her brow and shook her head minutely as if to clear them out.

Still too loud. She opened her eyes and let out a sigh, feeling defeated and insufficient. She looked tenderly down at Tech and dropped her hand to the small of his back, heart skipping a beat at the touch. He was far too hot and slightly slick with sweat. But the connection of skin on skin was euphoric. Pushing that aside, she closed her eyes and opened herself up to the Force once more, this time simply radiating comfort and peace.

She felt his back muscles tense beneath her hand as he breathed heavily, ending with a quiet whimper that broke her heart a little bit. She took a deep breath, sinking more deeply into the comforting energy, channeling all of it toward where her hand met his back. He exhaled, and his white-knuckled grip on the sides of the bed relaxed a bit. Encouraged, Vel stayed on course, putting all her warmth toward that sense of consciousness beneath her hand. She reached toward it with her soul, feeling emboldened after their experience with the convor, although this was something entirely different. She had practiced this sort of thing in her Padawan training, but even then, she wasn't very good at it. She didn't want to invade his privacy, but there was something so familiar and inviting...

She decided to keep it at the surface, opening herself to him gently, but not pushing in. It was like venturing slowly into a rainforest, beginning to notice new scents and sounds. But there were no tangible thoughts or ideas, just a sense of things. Smooth metal, burning wires. The thrill and delight of reading, the sheer awe and wonder of learning. Curiosity, disappointment. Victory and failure. A yearning to belong but an enduring gratitude for brotherhood. Calculations, statistics, strategies... Strong feelings and stronger cognitive analysis. Warmth in his heart.

She opened her eyes and pulled her hand back, not wanting to take advantage of his prone state. Her heart glowed from the contact, and she felt an unspeakable fondness rising within. Tech remained quiet, laying calmly in the position he had relaxed into. His rhythmic breathing confirmed his slumber, and Vel stood to leave.

Glancing around the now-empty room, she looked back down at him one more time, tracing a delicate finger along the side of his cheek before slipping out the door.

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mostlyonthefloor · 23 days

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iiiiiiit's VEL TIME!

3, 4, 19 and 23 please!

You know it's her!!!! Velocity Decibel!!

3. What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?

Definitely honesty. Trust. Borderline naivety. She has good intentions and likes to believe that everyone does too - not to a stupid degree, but she likes to believe the best.

Whether she's aware of it is a bit tricky, because Vel isn't a particularly interospective person, but she is actually a little aware. But despite that little awareness, she does it anyway (perhaps that's her true flaw? that she has to believe?)

4. When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn?

Fawn. For sure. She's talked her way out of worse she'll talk her way out of this.

19. How does your OC behave when enraged?

I've never really thought about this - Vel isn't an angry sort of person. Frankly, I think they don't actually know. They've probably not been that angry ever. (I also don't know I'd have to feel it out, but my tendency is a disconcerting, total stillness)

23. What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

Oh this is a good one. Most general emotions - joy, sadness, grief, worry, anger, love, Veli can process through music, which is typically how they deal with their feelings. I think something they would really struggle with would be shame - that flat, no-ways-around I fucked up. Something bad happened and it was unequivocally my fault. I tried my best and it couldn't help. It would be so bad purely because she's such an optimist - she has to believe the best, but it means that often she's not prepared for it to fall through.

Expression-wise, I think Veli would probably actually struggle with expressing deep affection. Not that she finds it difficult to express herself, but that she finds it difficult to express in a way that helps the other person understand how deeply she actually likes them. She can often seem so flighty and carefree, and can very easily come off as a bit of a fair-weather friend.

#putting a little too much of my own psyche into this bird fucker with the optimism and the shame. ough

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sankta-starkova · 1 year

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BURN IT DOWN

008; YOU JUMP I JUMP

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summary: the one where harlow kaz goes into a new mission with her best friend to help the rebellion but ends up meeting a man who changes her life completely

warnings: mentions of suicide, main character death

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Harlow sat on the chair next to the operating table. She held onto Nemiks hand as the four handed doctor began to operate in him. Her leg was shaking up and down and she could feel tears burning behind her eyes.

The doctor had asked her to step away but she had demanded that she sit with him the whole time. She wasn't going to leave him for a second. What if he woke up and needed her? What if something happened?

She didn't know how long she had been sitting there holding his hand and watching as the doctor tried to save him.

She would flinch every time she heard a bone crack into place or when the metal would meld to his spine but she was there for him, whispering things even though he couldn't hear her.

Harlow tried to hold in her tears as she brushed his hair out if his face, "I'm here, you're gonna be okay," she whispered, more to herself than to anyone else

She was one of the least emotional people you'd ever meet but here, with her best friends life in the balance she was an emotional mess. Harlow had cried more in the last day then she had in the last 6 years.

"He means the world to you doesn't he?" Vel said and Harlow turned back to look at him, tears welling up in her waterline.

"If Cinta doesn't come back, he's all I got left," she said, her voice cracking at the end.

She tried to hold her tears in as she remembered all the times with Nemik, knowing that it may not ever happen again. But she held in hope that ge would

"I never told you about what happened in coruscant, how we met. He saved my life and I wouldn't be here without him so I'm gonna do anything for him," she said, wiping the tears away with her free hand.

The doctor looked up at Vel and shook his head and Harlow looked up, knowing that it was the end.

"No, no, he's okay isn't he?" She questioned and looked over at Vel.

"I'm sorry," the doctor said and she let out a sob, watching as Vel wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back

Harlow let out a scream and Vel tried to hold her tears back, it was the most pained she had ever heard her friend.

She had to hold her back as the girl kept yelling, holding a hand out as she tried to reach him, almost like it would be able to save him.

"You've got to let him go," Vel whispered and Harlow went limp, stopping her struggling.

Vel let her go and Harlow knelt on the ground, her hand reaching for his and feeling how cold he was. Her yells turned into sobs as she sat there, trying to hold on.

He was some of the only family that she had left and it had all been ripped from her. He wasn't supposed to die.

When Cassian heard the screams he ran in, his blaster held up and they all looked at him.

She turned around, her eyes red and puffy and something clasped in her left hand, her other resting in her lap as the man covered up Nemiks dead body - he looked like he was sleeping.

"It's not what you think," Cassian said as Vel gave him a suspicious look before he turned to the doctor, "I'll give you 40,000 credits for the ship in the barn,"

"Where's skeen?" Vel asked, the two ignoring Harlow as she sat on the floor, her mind in a different place.

"He's dead, he wanted to take the money and leave you here," Cassian explained, his voice almost erratic.

"He wouldn't do that," Harlow whispered, realising that another friend was dead.

"I'm taking my cut, the number I was promised and I'm leaving with the freighter," he explained, still holding the gun in his hand. Vel nodded, allowing him to leave. She knew Skeen would betray them.

"Cassian," she said, standing up on shaky legs, holding something in her hand, "I'm coming with you,"

Vel didn't even flinch when she realised that man's name wasn't Clem, she had always expects it was an alias.

"What do you mean?" Cassian and Vel said at the same time, looking at the grief striken girl.

"I can't come home right now Vel, I can't go back to an empty apartment without Karis," she said, shaking her head as she tried to hold in the tears.

"I have room," Vel said, protesting against the idea of her going off with Cassian.

"I'll call you if anything happens, the money will go to your account for now, transfer it over to me in Coruscant," she said, holding the tears back, "Give Nemiks to charity, one to stop slave trades," he always been passionate about the subject after his mother was killed in slavery.

She walked over to Cassian, putting the necklace in her pocket as she held Nemiks manifesto in her hand.

"Thank you, and tell 'pa that I'm okay, that I'll be home soon," She said shakily before turning around and walking out the door, leaving Nemik behind.

Her and Cassian didn't say anything until they were in hyperspace and that's when she ran off and he heard sobbing echo through the ship.

When he walked out, he saw her sitting in the only bedroom there, tucked in a ball as she cried into her knees.

He sat down next to her and even though he wasnt the biggest fan of physical contact, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, letting her cry it out.

Once she calmed down, she looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy and dried tears down her cheeks.

"I live on Coruscant, after my family died I was adopted by that man you met, me and my sister," she explained, her voice shaky.

Cassian nodded, he wasn't expecting her to explain her life to him now but if it made her feel better, she could talk all night.

"I was 12 and I met Karis Nemik a year later," she said, wiping the tears from her cheeks, "He was intelligent, a little too intelligent and we were instant best friends,"

"How did you meet?" Cassian asked and she shook her head, her smile fading.

"I was on the roof of our school, 14 stories High and I was going to jump and he saw me and didn't panic, he just stood next to me and smiled," She explained.

Harlow sighed, a sad smile on her face as she remembered how he looked at her on that day and held his hand out, helping her down from that ledge.

"He told me it was a lovely view and asked if I wanted to grab a coffee with him sometime, I couldn't refuse," she said, holding back the tears.

Cassian looked down at her, watching as the tears spilt over her eyes as she looked down at the new necklace around her neck.

"God I miss him," Harlow said, the words getting caught in her throat

Cassian narrowed his eyes at her neck, "You've got his necklace," He stated, watching as she toyed with it.

"In my culture, you wear different necklaces to symbol hardships," she explained.

Harlow pulled out a black circular necklace with a red symbol on it from inside of her top before wiping the tears from her cheeks.

"This is from my family village, it means survivor," she explained, her voice going quiet, "Me and my sister were the only ones to survive,"

She looked down at the new addition to the collection, the necklace was a golden symbol that he had created. It was like a circle but not, with one spike coming out of the middle - he had always wanted to make it a symbol of the rebellion.

"This is Nemiks, he always told me I could have it one day and I told him he shouldn't give it up," she said, shaking her head, "This symbolises everything I've lost,"

They just sat there in silence, the only thing breaking that being her occasional sobs. But he just sat there as they floated through the expanse of space, looking for somewhere to go.

Just the two of them, orphans, Survivors, villains, heroes. One day they'd be able to get over it all but tonight it was just the two of them, unsure where they were going but knowing that they were going down together..

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1864 Chapter 1

Summary: Elena is blasted into the past by a spell gone wrong by a mysterious old lady aka a witch. She wasn't in any time period like the '60s or '70s she was sent to 1864 to be exact. Little did they both know this had been fate to land in the past. But will Elena stop Katherine? What will happen when they find out she's from the past? What will Elena do?

Notes: I've been wanting to do this fanfiction ever since I started writing Stelena fanfics. Before I wrote a lot of Star Wars time travel fanfics so you can see why I wanted to! I love them so much! I also haven't found any completed or Stelena-related ones. So I decided to take this into my own hands and write my own. I hope you enjoy it! I thought for the spell of the incantation it should be in Latin or a different language since on Wikipedia it looks to be Latin or another language. I don't know Latin or other languages please don't be mad if the Wikipedia incantation isn't Latin I wasn't sure. Also, I hope the Latin is on point I used google translate. Hopefully, if you can read Latin it's spelled correctly. Anyways, I picked Latin because I thought it was cool! I know the first chapter is short but this is how I visioned it, so hopefully, you all like it and doesn't lack too much detail! I'm also thinking about rewriting and tweaking some details!

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Elena Gilbert, Stefan Salvatore, Damon Salvatore, Katherine Pierce, Giuseppe Salvatore, Bonnie Bennett, and Emily Bennett.

Warning(s): Perhaps some angst but mostly fluff, it'll probably have more heavy themes later but nothing to crazy of course!

Rating: General Audiences

Hope you enjoy <3

Bonnie had found this interesting spell. But the weird part was she hasn't seen this one before. She had looked through Emily's Grimoire thousands of times before now. She was completely confused about how she didn't see it before. It was like magic, it magically appeared out of nowhere.

This seemed odd but it also felt different. She couldn't help but be curious and suspicious at the same time. She didn't know what to think about all of this so she decided to call her best friends to talk to about the spell. Elena Gilbert and Caroline Forbes.

You may be wondering what this spell entails right? The spell incantation states "Translatio in alium locum..." ("The transfer to another place...") But the last part of the incantation was faded.

I'll let you in on a little secret the faded words say or time. Aka "Translatio in alium locum vel temps." (The transfer to another place or time.)

Bonnie sat cross-crossed on her bed as she took one last look at the spell. She softly ran her pointing finger over the words. Pondering to herself trying to figure out what was going on.

She looked over to her at her nightstand and grabbed her phone dialing Elena's number. Her phone started to buzz as she waited for Elena to pick up. After about 10 seconds she picked up and said "Oh, hey Bonnie." Elena said, nonchalantly.

"I need your help, Elena," Bonnie said with a hint of urgency. "Yeah, sure what do you need?" Elena asked. "Do you mind coming over to my house? I found this weird spell." Bonnie said looking down at the Grimoire.

"Of course, I'll help! I'll be there at 5. Okay, don't worry I'm sure it'll be okay." Elena said optimistically. "Do you think you could text Caroline to come to, I have a feeling this is serious," Bonnie said truthfully.

"Yeah sure don't worry Bonnie," Elena said, but now she was worried. She hung up after she said that.

🧸Care🧸

E: can you meet me at Bonnie's house she said it's important.

C: yeah, everything okay?

E: I'm not entirely sure she's okay but it's about a spell She says it's urgent.

C: Okay, I'll see you soon!

A few minutes later at the Bennett house

DING DONG. The doorbell rang and Bonnie went to the front door to invite them in. Elena and Caroline walked through the door together. "Is everything okay?" Caroline asked worriedly. "Honestly, I'm not entirely sure. I mean I'm fine but this spells rubs me the wrong way." The three girls looked at each other worryingly.

They head towards Bonnie's room to find the Grimoire glowing. They all stop at the doorway, with a look of shock. "Why is it glowing?!" Caroline and Elena asked in unison. "Uh, i-I don't know," Bonnie said honestly.

Suddenly the few candles Bonnie had in her room lit up. "What's going?" Elena questioned.

"I don't know! But whatever it is we need to get out of here!" Bonnie said quickly, but before they could move they were pushed by the carpet from under their feet into Bonnie's room. "What the heck!?" They all said in unison. They looked up to a sweet older lady. She smiled at Elena. "

I have to do this Ms. Gilbert. Remember to stop Katherine from turning the Salvatores, Stefan will need you after all you are his true love and his rock. Stop Katherine from turning them, you'll understand in time. Good luck Ms.Gilbert." Before she could do anything the old lady muttered the incantation raising her hand as she held the Grimoire and said "Translatio in alium locum vel temps." "The transfer to another place or time." And with that Elena disappeared to 1864.

TO BE CONTINUED...

#the vampire diaries #tvd #elena gilbert #stefan salvatore #stelena #nina dobrev #paul wesley #stelena fanfic #stelena fanfiction #stefan elena #elena and stefan #stefan and elena #stefan x elena #stelena shippers club #tvd fanfiction #the vampire diaries fanfiction

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“…Kaiyo?” Velveteen had only just halfway stepped out of her room’s attached bathroom when she spoke up. Their night so far had been a tame and generally relaxed one, mainly just spent cuddling and watching TV in her room… but she’d been THINKING about their relationship. Thinking perhaps a little too hard. Steps she wanted to take in the future, feelings she had difficulty exactly putting into words.

She took a few more steps forward to the edge of her bed before raising her arms— hands gripping the hem of her shirt and swiftly pulling it up off over her head. Though her black lace bra remained on for the moment, she raised herself up to rest on the bed. “Kaiyo… have you ever thought about kids?”

Her tone remained soft as she crawled towards her boyfriend, ultimately propping herself up on his lap. Tails flicked behind her as she leaned in, fangs softly tugging at the other’s ear. Her body language said one thing very, very clearly: she wanted him. Perhaps it was just the time of year, but… “mating” had been on her mind more and more.

“Kaiyo…” a breathy whisper as her lips pressed to his cheek, “I really want you to fuck me.”

/ she’s in a mating mood. love u. from vel on wizardshotel for kaiyo <3

🐇 — FINGERS TAPPED AWAY AT THE BUTTONS OF THE SMALL GAMING CONSOLE WITHIN HIS HANDS, visuals of the screen reflecting faintly off of reddish-magenta irises, though his attention is drawn away from his game the moment he hears his girlfriend call his name. "H... Huh?" The two of them had been dating for quite some time now, perhaps longer than any other relationship that the bunny-hybrid managed to get himself into, though if he were being honest with himself... none of those lasted due to his massive anxiety, along with the fact he was a pretty big shut-in. Normally he wasn't the type to seek out relationships of that sort, after all... most people were always the same towards him (simply wanted him for his looks and nothing else) and that only further served to drive him away from others — all he ever needed was his parents and his two younger brothers — yet Velveteen was different; she understood a lot of how he felt and how he behaved, thus why he'd decided that he wanted to be with her in the first place.

🐇 — Eyes growing wide as he watched the other pull her shirt up and over her head, UNABLE TO PREVENT THE COLOR IN HIS FACE FROM RISING, completely dropping the handheld onto the floor just beside the bed (you know, the bed he was currently laying on). While he knew something like this would happen eventually in any relationship, he just never believed he would be one of those people to experience it, mainly because of how oh so painfully shy he was. He can't help the way his eyes are immediately drawn towards her breasts, even if they were covered by that black lacy bra, he could still perfectly see just how shapely they were. They would fit perfectly in the palm of his hands, he was certain of that. Though her next question is enough to make him swallow thickly, "K... Kids? Um... yeah, maybe a few times? I think kids are really cute, but... most of them don't really... treat me nicely."

🐇 — HE COULDN'T HELP THE VERY AUDIBLE SWALLOW THAT REVERBERATED FROM WITHIN HIS THROAT AS THE KITSUNE MADE HER WAY ONTO THE BED, hoisting herself onto his lap without even so much as a single ounce of hesitation. The sensation of her fangs gently tugging at his ear is more than enough to make him whine softly, hands mindlessly finding their way to the other's hips as calloused fingers began to lightly knead at the skin — oh how absolutely soft her skin was, it was like he was touching silk — for some reason he just didn't have the heart to reject his girlfriend's advances, especially when she was doing so in such a flirtatious manner. "Are you... asking me about kids because...?" His voice trails off before he's able to finish thanks to Velveteen's sudden declaration.

🐇 — "I... " The breathy whisper she gives is enough to send a shiver down his spine, FINALLY HELPING HIM TO REALIZE JUST HOW SERIOUS SHE WAS ABOUT THIS, hence why he didn't even hesitate to remove his hands from their place at her hips and quickly tug the blue fabric of his sweater up and over his head before tossing it onto the floor. He was really about to do this... They were really about to do this. The two of them really were about to have sex, and not just regular run of the mill sex for pleasure, actual bonafied sex for making babies. She wanted to have babies with him of all people. "O... Okay! I'll do... do my best to give you what you want, Vel!"

#{ In Character: Kaiyo | Dust Bunny }#{ Velveteen tag pending. }#{ wizardshotel tag pending. }#{ Kaiyo x Velveteen tag pending. }#{ i finally got around to finishing this ask! }#{ I'm so sorry it took me so long to do. }#{ I meant to answer this when I first got it. }#{ But I ended up having a lot of shit happen so better late than never! }#{ I hope that this response is good enough for you! }#{ Kaiyo is literally just internally screaming about Velveteen. }#{ He's like 'oh my god!' XD }#tw; nsfwish

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e-m-p-error · 10 months

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Exit Wounds

This is an EVENT FIC for the E: The Moth Is Missing event! It features Valentino, Velvette, and @strangeandun-muse-ual's Chaz! It details the fight between Vel and Val.

Wordcount: 773

Warnings: M/F, M/M/F, Mentioned M/M/M/M/F/F, Polyamory, Mutually Toxic Relationships, Violence, Injury, Anxiety, Cheating, Mentioned Vox/Velvette/Alastor/Lilith/Lucifer/Valentino, The Girls Are Fighting!!

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“You’re being fucking–”

“Don’t you dare.” Valentino snarled, his eyes merely pink slits in his face, “Don't you fucking dare.”

“You know you're being crazy!” Velvette accused with her hands in the air, “I can't fucking believe you! You know how I feel about him!”

“And you can't fucking share like a normal person!” The return accusation made Velvette hiss at him, her own eyes narrowing as she took another step closer, closing the gap between herself and Valentino, “You want to see fucking crazy?”

With a feral growl, she shoved him, watching him stumble back into her couch with another growl, her hands balled into fists at her sides. Catching himself on the couch with his lower hands, Valentino surged forward, delivering a slap to her face that sent her spiraling to the floor.

Chaz was, to say the least, fucking terrified right now. He didn't know what to do with himself, but he was drawn to help Velvette up, murmuring a soft 'you okay?' that she didn't respond to.

“You. Fucking. Bitch.” She snarled, launching at Valentino without another thought in her head. She didn't know what she was going to do until she'd already done it, gripping his stripped antenna and yanking it hard.

With a wild, loud cry of pain, Valentino slashed at her with his claws, shoving her back with another tug to his antenna. She let go when she stumbled back into Chaz, and Valentino knew he needed to retreat. That had hurt.

Falling back over the arm of the couch, he scooted himself back on it, growling deep in his chest. His fur was fluffed up, the hearts littering it broken alongside the shine in his eyes. This was a kind of betrayal he couldn't stand for, he couldn't take it. Why was everyone leaving him? Why did they all *hate* him so Satan damned much? What did he do with all of this turmoil?

Sure, he could have gone to Vick with this, but most likely Vick hated him, too. They all had decided to conspire against him, hadn't they? Vox, Alastor, Lucifer, Velvette, Lilith, they had all decided that he wasn't good enough. They wanted him out, didn't they?

He couldn't help but remember something that Vox had said, something he recognized now as a lie.

You are my heart. This doesn't work without you. None of it does.

Yeah, fucking right. Nobody wanted him anymore, it seemed to be working better with his exclusion. There wasn't a soul in the world that could truly love him for who he was, for what he was. Vox was a Satan damned liar.

Alastor wanted him to change. Lucifer wouldn't give him the time of day. Lilith made excuses for her husband while giving him pity sex. Velvette had Chaz and refused to share him outside of the few little orgies she'd been there to direct and supervise. And Vox?

Vox was just distancing himself. Vox was upset with him for losing track of time. Vox was upset with him for something that was not his fault. If he hadn't wanted Valentino to get attached to other people, he should have been more willing to give him the attention he deserved long before their big breakup.

This wasn't Valentino's fault, but it was something he had to live with, something he had always lived with. This was just another hangup, just another form of proof that he wasn't built for love. He wasn’t capable of being loved.

Forget Ostello and his romanticism. He loved what Valentino showed him, not the man beneath his flesh. There was no loving whatever the fuck he was, and he knew that. As much as he craved being cared about, he knew there was no luck for him in love.

He shouldn't have gotten attached in the first place. There was no way for him to have seen this working out well. He should have just left.

Maybe he fucking would.

Where would he even go? He had no idea, but he wanted to get away from all of this.

“You're a crazy, psycho fucking bitch.” He finally spat, scrambling off of the couch. With his head pounding, he didn't want to be here anymore.

Making his escape, he decided to go straight to the club to get a drink. He was going to need it. The amount of booze he'd need to cover this up was going to be ridiculous, but he couldn't stand these feelings of betrayal. He couldn't take it anymore. He was tired of this, so very exhausted. He couldn’t handle this.

And they couldn’t handle him.

#And If You Get In My Face Then You’ll Get A Taste Even God Would Run Son (ναℓєитιиσ)#Hollywood Made A Killing Machine She’s Like A Teenage Slaughter Movie Scene A Serial Killer Celebrity (νєℓνєттє)#(Valentino and Chaz - Strangeandun-Muse-Ual)#(Velvette and Chaz - Strangeandun-Muse-Ual)#You Will Pace Around Your Cage And Wait For Night To Come (Velvette ♡ Valentino)#Come Home With Me You’re My Temporary Plan B (Velvette ♡ Chaz)#E: The Moth Is Missing #Dead Dove Do Not Eat

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velcinta obviously and #23 things you said [with too many missiles between us] as that’s how my tired brain misread #15

I appreciate you going the one route I couldn't have prepared for lol. Alright let's see where this goes...

Of all the ways Vel has thought she'd die over the years, she never imagined it'd be in an X-wing. Much less in an X-wing over a desolate planet in what is almost definitely the last battle of the war against the Empire.

She scoffs ironically as she rights her fighter after a roll, trying not to look down at the sea of sand on the surface of Jakku. It would be just her luck to come all this way only to die now, after volunteering to hop in one of the two remaining ships without pilots when the call went out for all hands on deck. Cinta, of course, had taken the other.

They'd both flown enough over the years to feel confident in their skills, but she thinks now that it might have been an unfortunate mistake. Some of the best pilots in the New Republic are being shot down by the swarm of TIE fighters in the sky, and she and Cinta are far from being on their level. If they make it out of this, it'll be the biggest miracle of all the many they've been lucky enough to receive in the years they've been at this fight.

Their luck might be out, though, Vel realizes as the Imperial star destroyer they've gotten too close to fires a salvo from its ventral cannon.

"Fuck! Cinta, you've got missiles on your tail, take evasive!"

Cinta puts Vel's cursing to shame as she tries everything she can to evade the two angry projectiles intent on blowing her out of the sky. Vel calls out over the comms for backup, but everyone else in the air is already occupied.

Panic sets in and Vel's heart feels like it's going beat so hard it'll stop completely, even as Cinta pulls a slick move that causes the first missile to explode against a passing TIE instead of her own hull.

Still, she can't shake the second one, and Vel can't seem to calm herself enough to lock onto it with her targeting computer.

"Just hang on, I'll go get help," she offers desperately, but Cinta's voice comes back in her ears immediately, rock steady, as it always is.

"Vel."

"Yes?"

Cinta pauses. The missile closes in. This time her voice shakes slightly.

"Don't leave me alone."

In an instant, Vel recalls all the times Cinta has made the same request, and all the times she didn't need to. She never asked much of Vel in all the time they were together, only what she needed.

Only to not be left alone in the galaxy without anyone to love her.

"Never, love." She makes the promise in the same moment she gets a lock on her targeting computer, almost as if guided by some unseen hand. Some force. The last missile explodes harmlessly. "Never."

#i hate this so much lol #i can't do battles #BUT #i have been very consumed by this 'don't leave me alone' idea for cinta lately #and i'm wanting to do more with that #so maybe this will help grease those wheels #don't expect to see more of this particular thing though #anyway thank you for the prompt!#velcinta #vel sartha #cinta kaz #my writing #asks #nessrealta

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saucy-mesothelioma · 2 years

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Meso's Mixtapes: Donna Beneviento

Hello, and welcome to something new I've wanted to do for a long time: Meso's Mixtapes! This is just something for my own enjoyment where I make playlists for characters I like that consist of songs that either remind me of that character or sometimes songs I think that character would like; occasionally, the song will be followed with a reason why that particular song was chosen, or just my own personal notes about the character. I had a lot of fun making this, and I hope you enjoy! Also, if you want to request a character, feel free to do so! Even if I don't know the character/the fandom they're from, I'll still try to do them to the best of my ability, although the resulting playlist might not be as good as the ones with characters I'm familiar with. (I'm also willing to try ocs if given enough information on them, although I don't know if that will be something I'll continue doing; but I think it's worth a try.) Now, without further ado, let's start this off with one of my most favorite fictional women: Donna Beneviento.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Runs in the Family by Amanda Palmer Poison & Wine by The Civil Wars Room of Angel by Akira Yamaoka (I know we have the one voiceline from the game for Donna, but I can't help but headcanon her voice sounding like Mary Elizabeth McGlynn's or Joy Williams's from The Civil Wars; both of those just fit her to me.) Black Rose by Eliza Rickman No Wonder I by Lake Kingdom Come by The Civil Wars Riptide by Vance Joy California Dreamin' by The Mamas & The Papas It's All Forgotten Now by Al Bowlly (For some reason, I can see her really enjoying Al Bowlly. It just seems like her type of music.) Sara' Perche Ti Amo by Ricchi E Poveri (Everyone headcanons her as Italian, I couldn't resist lmao) Easy by The Commodores Treble Heart by Anna Graceman Alle Kan Vel Trænge Til En Ven by Østre Gasværk Teater (The song is from the musical Skammerens Datter and basically is the main character, Dina, singing about how everyone is afraid to look her in the eye because of her powers and wishing that people would dare to look at her, so she could possibly have a friend. I can see a younger Donna being like this because of her scar and talking to Angie about it like Dina does with her horse in the musical. [This is based on a translation of the lyrics, because I'm not Danish]) I'm Not In Love by 10cc Little Wonders by Rob Thomas (To me, this just really screams Donna. I'm not entirely sure why.) Saturn by Sleeping At Last Mademoiselle Noir by Peppina Medicine by Daughter Smells Like Teen Spirit by Malia J (This version of the song and how it's performed reminds me of her) Eleanor Rigby by The Beatles Zombie by The Cranberries La Llorona by Angela Aguilar (The mournfulness of this song really reminds me of Donna and how in Spanish culture, La Llorona is depicted as a grieving spirit [although far more "malicious" than Donna herself] [I'm also not Hispanic, so this is just from an outsider's point of view; I mean no offense]) Somewhere Only We Know by Keane Take My Place by Hazel Macon O Willow Waly (Theme from "The Innocents") by Isla Cameron and The Raymonde Singers

#took me a bit to finally get the courage to post it #so here we go #i love music so i had a lot of fun doing this #i plan on doing more of them #making these just a sort of hobby i enjoy #and i wanted to share #meso's mixtapes #donna beneviento #playlist

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Sonate au Clair de Lune (Richard “Dick” Winters x OC)

Hello everyone ! Here is a little something with our favorite ginger-head nobody asked for. I've been wanting to try something for a while now, so here it is, see you at the end of the chapter. Enjoy !x 💕

As always, there’s no disrespect towards the real men of the company. It’s only based on their portrayals in the mini serie

Taglist : @supervalcsi @ourmiraclealigner | Let me know if you want to be added. 😊

Warning : evocation of a dramatic war event

Sitting on a chair among the audience, Jeanne was stood straight as possible to see the scene where the orchestra was playing composition of Beethoven. As a linen maid in a Parisian hotel, she had spared money for months with her two friends and colleagues Gisèle and Solange to have the chance to afford an entrance for tonight’s performance at the Opera Garnier. Her family had never been rich, but she had received an education and music had been part of the instruction for the girls. She had quickly developed a passion for music but never had the financial means to learn to play an instrument or to attend performances.

The first notes of the “Moonlight Sonata” resounded in the Italian style theatre. Shivers came over her as she unconsciously played with the fabric of her little purse on her lap. Jeanne loved this piece that gave her a deep calm, whenever she felt bad, she would play the notes in her head to calm herself. As the composition was coming to an end, it provided to her a feeling of nostalgia, she thought to her parents she hadn’t seen for a while, her parents she had left few years ago to gain the capital city hoping it would be easier to find a job. Her parents had pushed her to leave the countryside in the Southwest of France where they were living, when she was 19 years old, convinced that she would have a better life by reaching Paris. No one had imagined that barely two years after her arrival war would be declared and that a little less than a year later the city would be under German occupation for the next four years. When Jeanne had arrived, she had to live for a few weeks on the meagre savings her parents had given her, then she finally found a small job as a linen maid in a hotel where she met Gisèle and Solange, the three of them having since become inseparable.

Her thoughts lulled by the music made her forget time and it was only when Solange gently pressed her arm that she came back to reality and realized that the performance was over. She gave her friend a friendly smile and stood up putting her brown coat back on before following her friends towards the exit.

She took advantage of each second passed in the building on her way out to admire the architectural beauty of the place she will not see again so soon. Once the three friends outside, they stopped at the foot of the stairs the time Gisèle lights her cigarette.

“C’était merveilleux!” - “It was wonderful!” exclaimed Solange. Jeanne laughed in front of the sparkling eyes of her friend, who had never had the chance to attend this kind of event either.

“Je suis d’accord, c’était magnifique, j’en ai eu des frissons.” - “I agree, it’s was beautiful, I got chills.” Jeanne passed her hands on her arms with a smile on her face.

Gisèle blew the smoke from her cigarette and nodded her head.

“C’est toi que nous devons remercier pour nous avoir persuadé de venir.” - “We have you to thank for convincing us to attend.” She said to Jeanne and made a small reverence to her friend which made the three of them laugh.

People would walk by and sometimes look at them with curiosity, sometimes with a haughty look. It was the kind of event that attracted the Parisian gratin, dressed in their most beautiful clothes and adorned with their finest jewellery. And sometimes among this worldliness were simple people who had saved months or even a year to afford a place among the least expensive. Needless to say, Jeanne and her friends made a splash among the crowd.

“Allons-nous en avant qu’ils n’appellent la Maréchaussée pour nous évacuer.” - “We should go before they called the police to evacuate us.” Gisèle mocked sarcastically.

The three girls laughed before leaving arm in arm. It was getting late but the city was far from sleeping, yet they had to return to their sinister little room on the top floor of an old building because they were starting their day very early. Gisèle and Solange separated from Jeanne once they arrived at their subway station to be able to return to their neighbourhood.

The young women kissed each other before saying good night. Once her two friends had left, Jeanne decided to walk along the Seine and enjoy the clear night and the beauty of the city before returning to her bed.

As she walked along the quays, she couldn't help but admire the people around her who were enjoying the evening on the terraces of the illuminated bars and restaurants, life went back to normal. Since the Liberation in August, she enjoyed wandering the streets of Paris, especially in the evenings when it was less crowded and it was easier to admire the architectural gems without being pushed around by passers-by. She took pleasure in rediscovering this City of Light that had lost its luster during the past four years. Four years under occupation, fear, constant surveillance, violence generated by the reprisals of German soldiers against the resistance movements of civilians, attacks, shortages and rationing that had led a large part of the population to turn to the black market to provide for their needs, which Jeanne had been a victim of. Her meager salary already did not allow her to live a decent life, she had believed that she would not survive this.

Like many inhabitants, she had been a witness of the arrests of the Vel' d'Hiv’ Roundup in 1942, an event that had deeply marked the population, many of whom had bitter memories. A deep sadness invaded her thinking of all these victims, which gave her a shiver and she tightened her coat around her.

And then came August of that year 1944, the city had been liberated and Jeanne still remembered the feeling of relief.

Lost in her thoughts and without looking where she was going, she didn’t see the silhouette which also didn't look where it was going and ran into it.

The shock made her drop her bag and the program of the evening that she was still holding in her hands as if to prove to herself that the evening had indeed taken place. She crouched down to pick up her things and her head hit the head of the person she had collided with. She held her hand to her forehead and grimaced, releasing a sound of pain. The man had also crouched down to pick up her belongings and stammered something in English that sounded like an apology.

She stood up at the same time as he did, his head down, he glanced at the program he had in his hands and a small smile stretched his lips before straightening his head towards her.

“Sonata No. 14?”

A shy smile was born on her lips and she gently nodded her head, she may not have been bilingual but the music with this universal aspect made her understand what he had said. He gently handed her the booklet and she gently grabbed it and they stood there for a few seconds without either of them letting go of the paper and looking into each other's eyes. Finally, almost embarrassed, he nodded his head without letting go of his little smile and moved aside, passing by her to get back on his way, without taking his eyes off her before finally turning around so as not to bump into someone again.

Jeanne lowered her head towards the program cover with her shy smile still clinging to her lips, a strange feeling in her chest.

She finally returned home without any further incident and went to bed that night-joyful, not really knowing if it was because of her evening or her brief encounter with that soldier.

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The next day she hurried to the hotel where she worked to take her shift. When she arrived she saw that the girls had already arrived and she hastened to take off her coat and put on her black apron, she had lost a few minutes in the subway and this made her arrive slightly late. When she met Solange on the service staircase, she learned that Louise, the fourth girl on the team, was sick and that they had divided up the rooms she should have taken care of between them three.

Jeanne hurried to fetch the clean towels to prepare the rooms before new customers arrived. In her haste she forgot to go upstairs one floor more and opened the door of the second room on the third floor, thinking it was the fourth. She didn't even realize that the door hadn't been locked, so there must was already someone in. She walked towards the bed and bent down to put down the towels on it when she stopped and slowly turned her head over a brown uniform lying there. She was abruptly struck by her stupidity and suddenly straightened herself up, perhaps a little too much, as she stumbled over a pair of boots and was about to finish her fall on her buttocks when she was caught by an arm that slipped around her waist.

Surprised, she quickly deviated of it and apologized, her babbling doesn't really wanted to meant something. She retrieved the towels from the bed before turning around and coming face to face with the same man as the evening before. He was only wearing a white shirt and a black underwear, he was probably in the bathroom when she entered that’s why she didn’t noticed someone was there.

“Vous ?” - “You?”

It was the mysterious stranger she had bump the night before. The same red hair, the same blue-grey eyes and that embarrassed smile so touching.

“Are you following me?” He asked both embarrassed and amused at the same time.

“Pardon ? Non !” - “Sorry?No!”

She tried to add something but nothing came out of her mouth and she shook her confused head.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know this room was occupied.” She explained herself with a rather wobbly accent, which he found quite charming and which slightly stretched his smile.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine.”

Like the day before, they looked at each other in the whites of their eyes without saying anything, and then finally regaining the use of her limbs and speech, she walked towards the door, still stammering.

“I’m Dick.”

Even him was surprised of the words which came out of his mouth, what’s the point of telling her? He asked for himself. Also surprised of his words she turned towards him and it took her a moment before reacting.

“Jeanne.” She finally said calmly before rushing out, feeling her cheeks usually pale white turning into crimson red, so she hurried out before he noticed and that she looked ridiculous, at least more than she already did.

Dick looked at her in amusement and his gaze remained for a few seconds riveted on the door that had just closed.

“Jeanne.” He says soflty to himself, a smile on the corner of his lips.

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