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arklay · 1 year

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tagged by @leviiackrman to fill this out for some of my ocs, however, i did add a lot more options to it – thank you so so much jess! ♡

tagging: @aartyom @aceghosts @aelyosos @brujah @calenhads @cultistbase @denerims @faarkas @florbelles @girlbosselrond @indorilnerevarine @jillvalcntines @lightwardens @morvaris @narshadda @nocticulas @nuclearstorms @prometheas @qverida @reaperkiller @risingsh0t @shadowglens @shellibisshe @snowthroat @solasan @steelport @stormveils @swordcoasts @voerman @wrymbloods & anyone else who'd like to do this! as always, there's no pressure! ♡

OC APPEARANCE SURVERY.

BODY

Long legs. Average legs. Short legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Slender arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Lean arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Ample stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Muscular frame. Beefy frame. Curvy frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Acrylic nails. Dirty nails. Small breast. Average breast. Big breast. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Thick ass. Small waist. Straight waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Average fingers. Short fingers. Narrow shoulders. Average shoulders. Broad shoulders.

HEIGHT

Shorter than 140 cm. 140-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2 m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN

Light. Tanned. Brown. Dark. Rosy. Neutral. Olive. Golden. Pallid. Blotchy. Albinism. Vitiligo. Birthmarks. Freckles. Moles. Wrinkles. Stretch marks. Scars. Burns. Acne. Smooth. Dry. Oily. Combination.

EYES

Small. Large. Average. Dark brown. Light brown. Hazel. Green. Blue. Grey. Violet. Gold. Other. Heterochromia. Doe-eyed. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Protruding. Narrow. Monolid. Almond. Round. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR

Thin. Thick. Fine. Average. Oily. Dry. Neutral. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Smooth. Straight. Wavy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Bob. Mullet. Mohawk. Half-shaved. Under cut. Buzz cut. Shaved. Bald. Hair extensions. Weave. Afro. Waves. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Braids. Twists. Faux locs. Jaw length. Shoulder length. Armpit length. Mid-back length. Waist length. Hip length. Past hip-length. Middle part. Side part. Blunt bangs. Curtain bangs. Wispy bangs. Short bangs. Side bangs. Dyed bangs. Ombre. Dyed. Grey. White. Platinum. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Strawberry blonde. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Caramel brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Black. Jet black. Clean shaven. Stubble. Sideburns. Moustache. Goatee. Beard. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS

Full sleeve. Half sleeve. Forearm tattoo. Wrist tattoo. Hand tattoo(s). Ankle tattoo. Calf tattoo. Thigh tattoo. Hip tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Rib tattoo(s). Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. Face tattoo(s). One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoos. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Prince Albert piercing. Industrial piercing. Helix piercing. Tragus piercing. Conch piercing. Earlobe piercings. Stretched out ears. Eyebrow piercing(s). Bridge piercing. Tongue piercing(s). Monroe piercing. Angel bites. Snake bites. Labret. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

COSMETICS

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Light eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colourful eyeshadow. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Lip liner. Lip balm. Red lips. Pink lips. Neutral lips. Dark lips. Colourful lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Blush. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Dewy foundation. Concealer. BB cream/tinted moisturiser. Wears make-up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up.

SCENT

Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Fresh. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturiser. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain.

CLOTHES

Jeans. Tight pants. Cigarette pants. Cargo pants. Khaki pants. Harem pants. Sweatpants. Yoga pants. Leggings. Tights. Stockings. Overknee socks. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Ballerina skirt. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sundress. T-shirt/Sweater dress. Tight/Form-fitting dress. High slit dress/skirt. Cocktail dress. Gowns. Tuxedo. Suit. Tie. Waistcoat. Sweater vest. Sweater. Hoodie. Leather jacket. Denim jacket. Bomber jacket. Parka. Peacoat. Trench coat. Cardigans. Tunic. Turtleneck. Blouse. Button up shirt. Cuban shirt. Flannel shirt. Polo shirt. Camisole. Bustier. Tube top. Crop top. Tank top. Muscle T-shirt. T-shirt. Band T-shirt. Sports T-shirt. Basketball shorts. Pleated shorts. Jean shorts. Hotpants. Bodysuit. Jumpsuit. Overalls. Corset. Nightgowns. Robes. Lingerie. Bra. Sports bra. G-string. Thong. Panties. Briefs. Boxer briefs. Boxers. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Revealing clothing. Designer. High street. Thrift. Patterns. Florals. Polka dots. Stripes. Sequins. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Fur/Faux fur. Light colours. Pastels. Neon colours. Bright colours. Dark colours. White. Black. Heavy armour. Medium armour. Light armour.

SHOES

Bare feet. Slippers. Sandals. Gladiator shoes. Flats. Slip-ons. Loafers. Oxfords. Sneakers. High tops. Ankle boots. Hiking boots. Combat boots. Cowboy boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Wedges. Stilettos. Chunky. Kitten heels. Slingbacks. Pumps. High Heels. Stripper heels.

BODY

HEIGHT

Shorter than 140 cm. 140-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2 m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN

EYES

HAIR

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS

COSMETICS

SCENT

CLOTHES

SHOES

#tag games.#oc: diana #oc: reina #tw: body image #hi um i added A LOT to this to just include more (especially masc options) as well as just fix the ordering of some things cause it was #doing my head in <3 but yeah!! this is fun and i love seeing like styles and such so i wanted it to be a bit more detailed!!#i also changed a few adjectives because one specifically under skin made me recoil :) case of leah being oversensitive but still #also i did reina's hair naturally but she does straighten it and put treatments in it and such so like it's all over the place. it's #straight and wavy sometimes but just like... naturally it's curly okay? same with the parts lmao it depends what's she's doing #also fun fact with reina's piercings as well. those are the ones she currently has but she also briefly had a monroe for a few months at #one point and she had her belly button done for a while until rosa came along. but a lot of her piercings she's had to get re-pierced a few #times. gestures vaguely at the coma. you know how it is? got blown up and everything. anyways.#if i missed anyone i am so sorry i was tagging so many people my brain literally lost track of wtf i was doing but please tag me!!!#and if you've already done this then just ignore me <3

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eleven-times-lively · 3 years

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Eternal Love - 1

Summary: Love by fate, connection at heart, soul despite sight. Cedric x blind!OC Word Count: 1879 Note: Omg it feels amazing to be writing again! This is a fantastic miniseries so buckle up and follow along! Also I’m not doing taglists anymore. 💕

Soft, gentle humming filled the otherwise gloomy air. “This way,” she whispered to the space around her, continuing onward. To anyone else the sight would have been a deterrent, but for her it was no issue.

The sky was black and thunder cracked just above the clouds. A storm was circling overhead, both of clouds and blood. She navigated the hills and crevices of the decrepit graveyard with ease, pushed by an invisible force

“Cedric, no!”

Her head whipped around trying to find the source of the noise.

The whisper in her ear told her to crouch down, stay hidden for now. She did exactly that, not quite knowing what she was hiding from or why. A flurry of commotion ensued. Spells were thrown about, blasts and powerful forces firing off from every direction. After a surprisingly short time, she felt compelled to stand again, thanking the spirits for making her hide in the first place.

She stepped around the grave behind which she had been hiding, and remained silent to examine the scene. She heard a light choking from somewhere nearby, almost as if drowned out by gasps for life. Her invisible guide brought her to the source, which was immediately silenced by her presence.

“Please,” the voice pleaded. She stepped back for a moment, not expecting the voice to sound so deep and rugged, yet… knowing.

“Is it safe?” She murmured, though more to herself than anything. She pondered before nodding, once again taking a step forward. “Do you need help?” Her melodic voice her on injured ears, dropping the jaw of the injured boy before her.

“Please,” he once again choked out. She reached out an arm, allowing him to grab on and help himself to his feet. “Please… I-”

“I know,” she interrupted, placing a gentle hand on his arm. She shut her eyes, muttering to herself before a globe of light encircled them, transporting them away from the desolate sight.

***

The warm cottage was a welcome change from the battlesight. With a flick of her wrist, a fire was lit and the hearth was aglow. She helped the boy over to her single chair in the corner, examining him with a cautious eye.

“You have seen much trouble,” she murmured. “Be still.” Before the boy had time to protest, small flecks of light infiltrated the space around him, shrouding him in brightness.

A small, shrill sound erupted from the boy's mouth before all went quiet. The light died down, and left was a boy no longer covered in blood, but in fear. “What are you?” He whispered, trying but ultimately unable to back away from the girl before him.

“Do not fear, friend. I am here to help.” She took his hand, an empty stare cast deep into his widened eyes. “What is your name?”

“Cedric.” The sound came out as barely more than a whisper.

“Cedric,” she repeated, feeling the words in her mouth. “I’m Li.”

“Who are you?” His pupils were still blown wide, knuckles turning white as he gripped onto the chair.

“A friend,” she told him again. She took a step forward, tripping over his outstretched leg. She would have caught herself, but not before Cedric’s large arms did it for her.

“Woah there,” he chuckled, studying her face. “Are you okay?”

“Heavens,” she muttered. “Thanks for that.” Speaking to an invisible force, she nodded curtly at Cedric and walked away.

Li returned with the tea, walking slowly as she was wary of any more stray limbs. “Oolong tea, it will calm you.”

“Thanks…” Cedric was hesitant to take the cup, but did nevertheless. “Now can you explain all of this?” He gestured around vaguely.

“Very well.” She sat in the chair opposite him. “My name is Li, and I am one with the spirits of the forest.” She stopped speaking, seemingly at the end of her rather short oration.

“That’s it?” He nearly chuckled. “You can’t be more than my age, why don’t I know you?”

“Hogwarts did not want my type of magic, and without parents I could not travel to another school. No one else was willing to help me.”

“Help you?”

“Well I am blind.”

Cedric said nothing, his mouth forming a small O. “And you keep talking to nothing?”

Her mouth upturned slightly. “Not nothing, the spirits. I can connect with the spirits held deep within the forest. They are my friends. My guides. That’s how I found you.”

His eyes went wide. “I’m sorry.”

“For?”

“I’m not entirely sure. Hogwarts didn’t want you? You don’t have parents?”

“I suppose I’m doing well for myself.” She smiled weakly, pausing for a moment. “When will you go back?”

“To Hogwarts?”

She nodded. “Well Harry thinks I’m dead doesn’t he?”

She nodded again.

“I think I need to heal first, after that I’m not sure. May I stay here?”

“Absolutely. Come, let me show you the spare room.”

***

Cedric rose the next morning to the smell of breakfast and fresh tea. He crept down the stairs, but was sure to make enough noise as to not startle Li.

“Hello, Cedric.”

It was, in fact, Cedric who was startled. “You knew I was down here.”

“Again, dear, the spirits tell me everything. That and you aren’t exactly light on your feet.” Cedric blushed a bit before ducking down by the kitchen table. “Did you sleep well?”

“Fantastic, actually,” he smirked a bit, “was something in the tea?”

“Just a bit of lavender and a healing blend. Nothing bad.” He nodded, impressed and amused. “Breakfast.” She set the plate down in front of him.

“Thank you so much.” He immediately began taking forkfuls of food. “Are you going to eat.”

“Cedric I rise with the sun. I ate breakfast hours ago.” She smiled softly, taking the remaining seat at the table.

“Oh.” He blushed once again. “So these spirits,” he began after a moment, “can you… see them.”

“Well,” she stifled a giggle, “not in the traditional sense, no. I can’t see them as one would expect, but I have sense of them. I have a much deeper connection that transcends sight or even communication. It is as if we are one.”

“Huh,” Cedric chewed as he tried to process. This was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and he wasn’t yet convinced that this wasn’t some fever dream while he was in a coma at St. Mungos.

“How are you feeling today?” Li interrupted his thoughts.

“Fine I guess.” He pondered for a moment. “I mean, you did heal everything. I think I’m still having a bit of trouble processing what happened.”

“Me too,” she confessed. “I arrived at the end of the ordeal, and naturally I couldn’t see anything.

Cedric nodded, contemplating. “How much do you know about the wizarding world right now, Li?”

“More than you would think.”

“Then I have some things to share with you.”

“Very well,” she stood from the table. “Finish getting yourself ready. I will show you my forest.”

***

Cedric found Li outside in her front garden later that morning.

“There you are!” She exclaimed. It was the most emotion Cedric had heard from her. “Come on. I can’t wait to show you my home.”

They walked a while in silence, weaving through pathways and bushes. At one point, Li tripped over a root. Cedric happened to swoop an arm around her just in time.

“That, um, wasn’t there yesterday.”

“It’s alright,” Cedric chuckled, still holding on. He realized his error and quickly let go, stiffly clearing his throat.

Li froze for a moment, a soft blush spreading across her lightly freckled cheeks. She brushed her stray black hair out of her face and continued walking. “So what was it that you needed to tell me?” She broke the awkward silence and palpable tension.

“Right.” He stiffened, suddenly remembering he had a purpose. “What do you know of the dark lord.”

She froze immediately, sharply turning on his heel. “Say no more Cedric,” her voice rose slightly. “His presence shall not be invoked. I know enough and that is perfectly fine with me.”

He took a deep breath in, unsure of how to proceed. “He’s back.”

A single tear fell from Li’s eye as her face twisted into a sour grimace. “I knew this day would come,” she whispered.

“My apologies, but… what?”

“Back to the cottage,” she hastily looked around, “now.”

“Care to explain?” Cedric was bewildered as Li locked the door and forced him into a chair.

“Cedric, the dark lord is responsible for the death or my parents and sister.”

Cedric's eyes widened, mouth forming a small circle. “I’m so sorry, Li… I-”

“It’s fine, Save your apologies. That was nearly sixteen years ago. I know enough that I know that with the dark lord back we are all in danger.”

Cedric’s lips pressed into a thin line. He knew. “What do we do?”

“Hide.”

***

The pair hid for about three weeks. Seemingly waiting for the day when Voldemort himself would show up at the cottage door to kill them both. They grew closer in this time. Li began to trust the strange outside energy that came into his life, and Cedric finally felt true warmth from the spunk and prim girl that had saved his life. Deeper feelings lie within them both, and they were beginning to bloom.

They were seated closely on the couch one afternoon when Cedric decided to bring up the topic that neither of them had brought up in nearly ten days. “Have you heard anything?”

“No.” Li responded coldly, gaze still fixed on the wooden wall. “Well…”

Cedric stiffened. “Well what, Li?”

“He’s coming for Hogwarts.”

Cedric shot up. “And you didn’t think to tell me!? I need to go help!”

Li turned to face him, a tear falling from her eye. “I know,” she whispered, almost inaudibly, “but I didn’t want you to leave.”

His face immediately softened. “Li…” He struggled a moment with what to say. “You know I have to go.” He was in so much pain having to say it. He had never seen Li cry, and he hated every second of it. “It’s okay…” He got back onto the couch, holding her shaking body in his arms.

They stayed like that for a while, Li trying to choke back her tears and Cedric nearly crying along with her. Truth be told, Cedric didn’t want to leave either. “Come with me,” he whispered, partially hoping that maybe she wouldn’t hear him.

“What?” She choked out between sobs.

“Come with me. Back to Hogwarts.”

“Cedric you know I can’t do that.”

“And why not?”

“I-” She hesitated.

“Exactly. You may not have traditional magic, but you’re so powerful. You could help so much… and I’d love to have you at my side.”

“I’m blind Cedric. How much of an asset could I really be?”

“A lot. Need I remind you of your spirits.”

Her lips pressed into a thin line, knowing he was correct. “This is a massive risk.”

“I know. And I wouldn’t have even said it if I didn’t trust you with my entire heart. He placed a small kiss on her forehead. “Take some time. We can go in the morning if you’re ready.”

“Thank you.”

***

Part 2

#cedric diggory #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory fluff #cedric diggory x oc #blind reader #cedric diggory x blind!reader #spiritual #eternal love

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elfgirl931 · 4 years

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An Errand of Feathers

Prequel

Distant hoofbeats roused Eskel from his meditation. It sounded like a hard, fast gallop, dangerous on the uneven road he’d pitched camp next to. He stood and loosened his steel sword in its sheath, moving to put his campfire between himself and the path. The hoofbeats came closer, and his ears picked up the ragged, blown-out breath of an animal on its last legs. When it finally came into view, the horse’s sides heaved with foam and its eyes rolled wildly.

When the animal came close to the fire, it skidded to a stop and danced nervously back and forth, nostrils flaring and body shivering. The large panniers strapped to its sides clinked as though full of bottles, and the smell of herbs and blood was heavy in the air. Eskel suddenly recognized the figure swaying in the saddle – it was Agneta, the odd young alchemist who’d helped him with a few jobs in the past year. She barely kept her seat as her eyes rolled back and she slumped forward along the horse’s neck.

When he rushed forward to steady her, his hands came away slick with blood. Her shirt was torn to shreds in the back, revealing three long slashes and smaller gashes on her sides. Whatever had wounded her would have been enormous, with some sharp and ugly claws.

“Eskel,” she rasped, her head lolling forward. “Didn’t think I’d find you here.”

“What happened?” he asked, pulling her down off the horse as gently as he could.

“Griffin… needed some feathers.”

“Of course you did.” Eskel laid her down on her stomach by the fire, his mind racing. Griffin claws were usually caked with old gore and filth, so infection was a very real danger.

“My journal,” she mumbled, gesturing vaguely towards her saddlebags. “Know a potion that can keep away infection. Don’t have any brewed up….”

“I’ll take care of it. You rest.” Agneta was so quick, always one step ahead of him. Practically read his mind half the time. Eskel tied her horse next to Scorpion and lifted the saddlebags and panniers down. The corner of a familiar, battered journal poked out of one of the flaps, and he set it down next to her before getting to work.

Cutting away her shirt to clean the gashes was quick work. Agneta bit down on the strap of a saddlebag while he stitched them shut, but made no sound. Eskel forced her to stay awake while he bandaged her up, coercing the story out of her bit by bit. She’d thought collecting the feathers would be easy, that she could stay out of the griffin’s sight and scent range but close enough to the nest to collect what she wanted. The beasts usually hunted in open ground, and she thought she’d be safe enough even if it happened to catch her scent. She'd even seen the griffin from a distance, and reasoned that there was no way its wingspan could clear the trees where she was.

Things went wrong very quickly – the thing had come upon Agneta without warning, slamming into her from behind. The blow knocked the breath from her, and she was dragged several feet before being lifted into the air.

“Got it to drop me. Smashed an acid vial into its foot,” Agneta mumbled. She lifted her arm to let him tie off the bandages and sighed.

Eskel decided not to push her to explain further. She was so pale that her freckles looked like dots of ink on her skin, and she could barely keep her eyes open. “I could have warned you that griffins can tuck in their wings and run short distances,” was all that he said as he helped her lie down on her stomach again.

“You weren’t around to ask, were you?”

“Should have asked someone before you poked your nose into something that dangerous.”

“Let no one say Witchers are heartless, this one’s a regular mother hen!” Agneta scoffed. Her laugh rattled weakly in her chest and died out quickly.

Eskel grew more worried as he brewed the potion described in Agneta’s journal – she’d stayed conscious long enough to point out where the instructions were, but her answers became more and more monotone as time passed. Sweat stuck her short-cropped hair to her brow, but she shivered under the thick wool blanket. He frowned at the thick green mixture in the cookpot before him - it was bubbling, just as the journal described, but he had no idea if he’d brewed it right. Ask him to whip up any Witcher potion, he’d be fine. Outside of that, Agneta’s odd concoctions were a mystery to him.

He leafed through a few more pages of the thick journal, unable to decipher many of the scribblings. Some pages were neat and organized, detailing steps and formulae, and others were chicken scratches interspersed with intricate drawings of plants and wild creatures. He came upon a page near the back titled “Witchers” in red ink and underlined several times.

Met a Witcher today - first one ever! And he really does have cat eyes like the stories say. He wouldn’t answer me when I asked if he sees better in the dark. In fact, didn’t want to answer many of my questions at all, but I’ll get answers in the end! He calls himself Eskel and doesn’t say much of anything, but he said he heard of my alchemical skills (from who???) and needs my help catching a vampire! I think I’ll agree – it should be exciting and he’s promised me a cut of the bounty. And I want to see if I can get him to smile, even once. They say Witchers have hearts of ice but I don’t believe it.

Eskel shook his head, remembering that day well, and turned the page, to be met with a dozen sketches of slit pupiled eyes - Witcher’s eyes. He remembered that as soon as Agneta had awoken from her drug induced coma and recovered from the vampire bite, she’d plied him with questions, most of them uncomfortable. He hadn’t given specific answers, but her notes were detailed all the same. Another page turned, and he was met with more sketches, this time his own face over and over again. Different angles, different expressions. Some looking away, some considering, one even sleeping. A few of the drawings had notes beneath them – he likes shepherd’s pie, doesn’t like questions about where he lives, his favorite drink is Kaedweni Stout! Ugh! At the very bottom, she’d written in tiny letters, no smile yet. But I’ll get there.

Eskel had no time to consider what that meant - the potion had begun to smoke. He took the pot off the fire and drained some of the liquid into a vial. He lifted Agneta gently into a sitting position and she groaned, her head drooping forward. When her eyes opened, they had a glassy sheen to them - a bad sign.

“Eskel?” she mumbled. “Forgot you were here... did I tell you I fought a griffin?”

“You did,” he said, shifting her body so it rested against his shoulder. “Need you to drink this now.”

“All right.” She obediently opened her mouth and drained the vial that he propped against her lips. “Still haven’t got that one to taste good,” she said with a grimace. Instead of lying back down, she leaned her head on his shoulder and turned so that her lips grazed his scarred cheek.

“How’d you get these?” she murmured. “Always wanted to ask, but I thought it wouldn’t be a good idea.” Her eyes fluttered shut and she sighed, but didn’t move to lie back down.

Eskel held very still. Agneta knew how to get under his skin like no one he’d ever met, and he hadn’t even known her a year. The strange thing was, she didn’t even mean to do it – she was impulsive, secretive, and tended toward recklessness, but she didn’t have a mean bone in her body. She still could throw him totally off balance with an innocent question – she was too clever, and she didn’t even know it.

“If you live,” he said at last, “maybe I’ll answer.

#witcher eskel #the witcher #witcher OC #agneta #eskel #writing tag #idek what this is #but HERE #yeets the fic #i'm so rusty

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killmvnger · 6 years

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What You Need (Part 5) Part 4 / Part 3 / Part 2 / Part 1

Killmonger/Black!Reader

Warning: Sexual content, use of n-word

Summary: You didn’t go to the club to find a man, but you sure as hell leave with one. (I seriously need to change this summary, so much has happened)

"Bitch, start talking!"

You jump at the loud voice, then groan, wiping the sleep from your eyes as you continue ambling through the kitchen. The last thing you needed to hear at the crack of dawn was Aaliyah Richmond and her country ass deep accusatory voice shouting at you. You had successfully avoided her when you got in last night since she was too busy yelling at her boyfriend over the phone to even acknowledge that you were, in fact, alive and well, but now that some time has passed it's only inevitable that she starts grilling you. You pull down your favorite coffee mug, the one with the Captain America shields on it, and turn towards Aaliyah - arms folded in front of her chest, glaring at you with those amber eyes.

"It's too early to talk, ho." You grumble, then quickly get back to working the coffee brewer. You hear her open the fridge and grab the water jug, sloshing it around before uncapping it and taking a sip. "Maybe if you hadn't been yelling at your cracker on the phone last night..." you trail off, smiling a little bit. Aaliyah started dating Clayton a few months back and she's yet to hear the end of you and Casey referring to him as 'her cracker'. She had to expect this with a name like Clayton. He was a dirty blonde surfer looking guy with green eyes and a heartbreaking smile, plus he stood about one foot higher than Aaliyah's short ass, so she was smitten from the start. You've been around Clayton enough to know that he's generally a nice guy, albeit a little clueless as to how to hold conversations with black women without mentioning hair.

"Well, my cracker had me fucked up last night." She sighed. You could hear her trying to sound typically angry, but her tone wavered too much, her voice lowered too quickly, and you knew that sound all too well.

"Do I have to kill him?" You ask casually, pouring your coffee into the mug, adding some cream and sugar.

"I don't know yet." She says, deflated. You turn back to her and frown. "Let's not even get into all that, girl, I wanna know how you pulled a nigga that drives a Bugatti Chiron. I saw you pulling up wearing his baggy ass clothes, limping up the stairs like your back was blown the fuck out. Stop playing and give me the tea, bitch!"

You almost spit out your coffee from laughter. "I was not limping!"

"You was a disabled ass hoe. Did you talk to Casey about it last night?" Aaliyah asks. She moves out of the kitchen space gesturing for you to follow her out into the dining room. You take a seat beside her at the small, circular wooden table and set your coffee down.

"I tried to, but her stoner ass fell asleep on me. She probably doesn't even remember half the shit I said."

"Okay, bitch, start from the very beginning. You told us to get the fuck out so you could talk to the dread-headed nigga at VIP." She reiterates, earning an eye roll from you. You sigh, then begin telling her as much as you could remember. She forced you to get into the explicit details, which is something you would've liked to keep private, but her eyes were hungry for a good story so you gave it all up. You explained his dirty kisses as well as his innocent ones, and the way he handled you like you've always wanted, how excited you grew every time he smirked just wide enough so that you'd see his gold caps, the way he kept pulling you into bed with him whenever you tried to go anywhere else. Aaliyah hung onto every word like she was watching an episode of some soap opera, nodding and gasping at all the right parts. When you explained the royal situation, she didn't speak through that at all, which was terrifying because her mouth never stays shut about anything.

"After we had sex in his closet, he took me back downstairs to the living room and we cuddled on the couch and watched a few episodes of Martin. By then, it was starting to get dark outside, so I went to get my stuff. He pulled five hundred dollars out of his wallet like it was nothing! Handed me them bills and we were on our way." You conclude the story, anxious by the vague look on Aaliyah's face. The quiet begins getting uncomfortable as you await your friend's reaction and it seems like it's never gonna come. Until she jumps on you.

You fall back and out of the chair with a scream, immediately calling for Casey as Aaliyah tackled you to the ground with a war cry. No regard for anyone's safety, this girl!

"Bitch! Ohhhh, bitch! You little slut!" She shouts, lightly slapping you in the process. You try to fight against her, still screaming for Casey.

"Casey! Abuse! Abuse!" You yell as Aaliyah lets out an evil cackle.

"It's love taps because I love you! Stop tripping!" She presses a wet kiss to your cheek, which you immediately wipe off in irritation. Aaliayh finally gets up and off of you, doing a little dance in the process.

"You went out and bagged a prince! This is the proudest moment of my fucking life! C'mere, bitch, give mama a hug." She opened her arms, welcoming you, but you just scoffed and stood up.

"No! Stop beating me up whenever something good happens!" You reply. She ignores that and goes in for the hug anyway, rocking you back and forth as you stood there annoyed.

"Now, I have a question." She pulls you away at arms distance with a serious expression. "It's important, so treat it as such because I don't take this shit lightly." She says. You nod for her to go on. "How did King T'Challa smell?"

You huff, but decide to throw her a bone. "Like mint leaves and cocoa butter."

Aaliyah groans, closing her eyes like she can just imagine it. "What was he wearing? I didn't get my notification from T'Challa Daily yesterday. I bet he looked good."

"He had on a denim jacket, v-neck, and jeans. Girl, he looked like a snack." You smile thinking back to when he grabbed your hand in his. Aaliayh moans.

"Couldn't've been me! I would've risked it all! You know me, I only serve kings, baby!" She raved, sticking her tongue out playfully. You squint, unimpressed.

"Oh, really? Explain the cracker then."

"Um! Stay outta grown folks business." She replied, looking salty. "But you got the next best thing, girl. This nigga gave you five hundred dollars? And you didn't even suck his dick? Tuh! Keep him forever."

Your eyes widen. Forever is a bold claim and a hell of a stretch to be thinking of when you haven't even been on one date with him. You don't know much about him besides the fact that he's a rich, overly confident prince with family issues. You can't keep things that you know nothing about, that's moving too fast, but Aaliyah wouldn't get that concept since she and Clayton started looking for a place to live together one month in their relationship.

"Keep him? Leah, I just met him. I'm not really sure how I feel about him. Who knows if he's even for real about this stuff? Like, what if it's just...a game? Even you have to admit that this whole situation doesn't sound real." You reason to yourself. As exciting and satisfying as he was, you still had your doubts.

"The only reason I'm not dragging you right now is because I know you've been through a lot. But...not every guy you meet is like Marvin."

You still. That name gave you hives, creating the searing rage inside of you to come to the surface. You glare at your friend, not understand why she'd bring him up when you were finally feeling better.

"I told you not to say that damn name anymore." You say more harshly than you intend, but Aaliyah doesn't take offense to your tone.

"He's not Voldemort! We have to address the real shit sometimes." She explained, treading lightly around the mess that is your love life. Your ex-boyfriend isn't someone who you can just address without feeling some type of way.

"You're telling me to address real shit when you've been avoiding yours this entire time?"

She nods reluctantly. "I'll take that." Her bright eyes grow darker as they take you in. "But, my shit ain't stopping me from having a relationship with a perfect guy."

You roll your eyes. "He's not perfect."

She gave you a dry look, then shook her head. "You may be too guarded to see it, but you need someone like him right now. You look happy. You can't fool me, bitch, I know you like him." She raises a brow at you. You couldn't even disagree with her. "Now, let's go wake Casey up from her weed induced coma before she's late for work. Lord only knows how she managed to get an office job living like she's in How High." Aaliyah starts walking to the hallway that led to your bedrooms.

You followed closely behind.

"Light skin privilege." You answer with a laugh.

"You damn right." Leah huffs, then starts doing her loud ass 'mom waking the kids up for school' knock on Casey's door. "Ay! High-Yellow! Wake yo ass up before you get fired! Let's go!" She yells without stopping her knocking. You hear Casey having a fit from inside, whining and begging for a few more minutes.

"You got a class today?" You ask Aaliyah, examining her clothes. Usually, you couldn't tell her choreographer clothes from her street clothes. Aaliyah's been a dance instructor for about two years now, hosting her classes at a studio downtown, averaging about twenty people a class. She nods.

"Hell yeah, girl, I been working on this routine all week! It's gon' get a little freaky today, actually. You should drop in and learn this shit. Impress ya man." She winks. You blush. You and Aaliyah used to dance together for fun back in high school, but it was only a hobby for you and it was Aaliyah's whole life, so naturally, she branched off into the dancing field. Sometimes, if you're in a good mood, you attend a few of her classes. Almost everyone already knows who you are and basically thinks of you as an assistant coach, but that's only when you're in the mood to dance.

"Maybe. We'll see. If I do end up doing some shit, it'll be a miracle because my body is still aching from yesterday." You admit with a smirk.

"Eeeeooowwww!" Aaliyah whines, nailing her Cardi B impression.

Casey's door flung open at the noise, revealing her pouty freckled face.

"Y'all irritate my soul!" She groans, pushing past you and Aaliyah to get to the bathroom. You ignore her attitude, knowing she's the worst morning person ever. She may be the sweetest person you've ever met, but in the morning she's pure evil.

"Mhm. Love you too, bitch!" Aaliyah calls out, smiling. "I'm 'bout to leave, but I think you need to talk to Erik."

"I'll talk to Erik if you talk to Clayton." You try to bargain. Talking to him on the phone seemed just as awkward as talking to him after sex. You truly aren't looking for a relationship and you wish everyone could see that.

She sighs. "Clay and I will be fine, eventually. You can't use my issues to prolong whatever weird phobia you have towards affection." You were about to make a comment on how rational and philosophical your friend was being until she quickly followed her previous statement with:

"Wow, my mind! I really am that bitch in this household. I really am the glue that holds you two unstable ass hoes together. I'm like y'all anti-depressant and shit, I should be getting paid for single-handedly solving all y'all problems!"

Your eyes roll so far back into your head that it hurts.

"And I should be getting paid for putting up with you for all these years! Now, getcha broke ass down to that studio and dance for that rent money."

"Don't you got work today, too?" She asks, stepping back down the hall to slip into the shoes she left by the door.

"Not with five hundred dollars in my bag, I don't." You laugh. Before you even got up from the bed, you got someone else to take your shift today because there's no way you'd be able to make it in after yesterday.

"It truly blows my mind how quickly you turn boujee with a few dollars in your pocket. Ay, if you stay with Prince Charming, you could probably quit that tired ass barista job and just let him hand you the checks." She opened the front door.

"Taking the money that he offers me is one thing, but I'll be damned if I'm relying on some nigga to pay my own bills. I'm not a charity case, I'm a grown ass woman with morals and integrity." You say as she lingers by the door.

"Again. Couldn't've been me." She laughs at you. "Bye, girl, love you!"

You wave goodbye as she saunters out.

Your idle hands twiddled nervously around your phone, gripping it as if you were about to make a call but never actually following through with it. His name was entered in your contacts as 'Daddy' with a couple tongue emojis when he returned it to you, which you quickly changed to his actual name when he wasn't paying attention. Would calling first make you seem desperate? You debated that question in your head as you continued staring down his name on the phone screen. Casey was ironing her work shirt in the background as you sat anxiously on the couch in the living room.

"Baby doll," Casey's soft, lullaby voice removed your eyes from the phone. "I think you need a distraction. This boy has got you sitting there in a tin foil hat."

"I'm not crazy. I'm not even that worried about him."

She harumphs, smiling. "I'm so glad that I no longer have to deal with that nonsense, the waiting rules, and constant worrying." Casey begins what you know is about to be an hour long rant about how much better it is to be a lesbian. "Funny story! My girlfriend, Jessica, and I started our relationship solely through text messages because --"

"Because we were so awkward in person. So, we never worry about double texting or triple texting because we understand each other so well. I love my girlfriend. Jessica, Jessica, Jessica." You finish for her. The goofy smile still hasn't left her face.

"I do. I do love my girlfriend. That reminds me, Jessica has a show next week at the park. She's performing a few new songs and she asked if you and Leah will be there."

"Not sure about Leah, but I'll try to make it." You promised. Jessica is basically an extension of Casey by now, so it's second nature to support her endeavors as much as you would your best friend.

"It's gonna be insane! I've been working on this new brownie recipe especially for it, which includes walnuts because I know Jessy's been craving walnuts so much lately."

"...And weed?"

"I thought that was a given. You think I'd waste my time baking anything that doesn't have marijuana in it? I'm not an animal." She snorts. You glance back to your phone, thumb hovering over the call button. "Forget whatever foolish bullshit Aaliyah's pitching to you. You don't know this guy and you shouldn't feel pressured to continue messing with him just because he thought your pussy was so good that he had to clear his wallet for it. You know better than me that there's no such thing as Prince Charming. Don't play yourself."

Casey finishes her ironing and then puts her wrinkle-free shirt on, buttoning and tucking it into her oversized slacks. She has a point. With your mind made up, you set your phone down on the table. Casey's right, she's usually always right about everything else, so she has to be right about this as well. It's not like he'd be torn up that you never called him, you'd probably never even run into him again, your apartment is a hell of a long way from his estate.

"Good point. I'll just get dressed, go for a walk, maybe visit Aaliyah at the studio, and enjoy the rest of my vacation day before work tomorrow."

But even as you say the positive words, it feels wrong. It doesn't feel like it'd be this easy, which is what unnerves you about it.

Just as you're about to move from the couch, your phone buzzes. You turn to Casey, but shes already put the ironing board away and has earbuds blasting in her ear. She waves goodbye to you as she dances her way out of the apartment, clearly not noticing your dilemma.

It buzzes three more times before you pick it up.

"Hello?" You answer although you know exactly who it is.

"Good morning, beautiful."

Okay, maybe you didn't know exactly who it was after all. You blink in surprise.

"T'Challa?" You ask, already smiling. There's some scuffling over the line before his voice comes in clearly again.

"Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you would like to accompany Erik, Shuri, and I --" There's more movement and scuffling from the other line and you could distinctly hear Erik's voice angry-whispering Xhosa at T'Challa. It sounds like they were fighting over the phone, so you wait patiently for someone to get it. A young woman's voice joins in the fray of chaos, followed by a smacking sound and a slew of curses.

"Hello?" You ask again, trying to get their attention.

"Ay. Sorry 'bout my dumbass cousin." Erik apologizes.

"He didn't bother me." You clarify and he snorts. "I guess I'll just let you go now if all this was just a prank." You say. He's quiet for a moment.

"Do you want there to be more?" He asks. How does he always place you in a position of power while still remaining dominant?

"Nah, I'm good." Is your quick reply. You try to remember what Casey was talking about, but it's so much harder going through with it as you actually talked to him.

He sucks his teeth. "Oh, you good?" He sounds a little irritated, which really didn't make sense to you. It's not like you said 'fuck you, go away', but he's creating this unnecessary tension like you did.

"Did you not hear me the first time?" You ask, getting quite irritated yourself. It's not like he even called you in the first place.

"You know, I'm really sick of that attitude."

"I don't care."

He laughs. "Oh, you really brave now that we not in the same room. You better calm yo ass down."

"You can just give the phone back to T'Challa if this is how you plan on talking to me right now."

It's painfully quiet on his end.

"Get fucking dressed, we going out." The line clicks before you could even protest. The nerve of this man. Still, despite his abruptness, you jumped to your feet and ran back to your room to look for an outfit.

(Sorry for the lack of Killmonger in this one. I just wanted to give you a quick one that establishes friendships before continuing. Love you guys!)

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