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anantaru · 8 months

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EX HUSBAND NEUVILLETTE

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — ex! husband neuvillette headcanons

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ex]plicit, fem! reader, fluff, crack lmao, he‘s trying his best, very rough like he’s feral!!!!, fucks you like there’s no tomorrow, but the sweetest man, a little possessive without him realising

ex! husband neuvillette, who— as was wildly anticipated, would not instantly vanish from your life nor leave you stranded alone beside the mental toll that a separation would leave on the both of you— even after the grief-stricken divorce was at last, ultimately finalized and carried out.

ex! husband neuvillette who thought that— with the fullness of his devastated heart, that in his own very eyes, it was beyond a doubt commonplace to aid and assist his ex-wife in the so called "aftermath" of your troubling divorce, whilst more urgently, be in no qualms that you're being cared for with everything and anything you could possible need.

ex! husband neuvillette, who of course, would double check with you to not suddenly overstep any boundaries or take up space that you might need— yet bare in mind, if you were to ask him for help on any matter really, he'd immediately leave everything behind to fulfill your wishes first, considering he is used to it, but the man will tend to forget about his own personal needs which he needed so he could function properly— yet now with you out of the picture, walking back to his current reality was becoming a taxing task.

ex! husband neuvillette, who, aside from his own separate challenges and demands, would never dare to cast aside his important work of practically running the nation of hydro. much obliged, he was a prestigious, praiseworthy man, thus the reason for him to pull more effort and sleepless nights into his occupation.

ex! husband neuvillette who couldn't believe that you both were divorced in the first place because in all seriousness, there wasn't much changing and aside from a couple instances, for example that he wasn't seeing you frequently, it felt the same way to him.

ex! husband neuvillette who, after a couple weeks into your divorce, will suddenly become a little more distant, not responding to letters you would occasionally send to make sure he was okay— with the immediate turbulent, overcast weather in fontaine adding to the closing eeriness of the entire situation. it's constant, clouded and gray, a mirage of cold rain and an incoming storm, and the people of fontaine will begin to question what had happened or if it was simply an unlucky past couple of weeks.

ex! husband neuvillette who doesn't like the idea of divorce, as might be expected he understands it, but in his own regard, he does not approve of it, but he accepts it— additionally, he wouldn't force you to stay with him, again, why he had agreed on it in the first place. the man would lie to himself if he'd say that it doesn't break his heart, the unclouded thought of wholly erasing the person he referred to as his 'wife' off his entire life was a frightening pondering.

ex! husband neuvillette wasn't willing to accept it, ever, but he did it for your sake and the small possibility of you becoming close again, in the future? perhaps, he was willing to wait endlessly, condemning himself to a lifetime in darkness, knowing full on well that his most desired dream to reconcile arguably wouldn't come true— on top of that, after careful, deep talks on how to properly navigate your divorce and being separated from now on, you have both ultimately agreed on remaining 'friends' in a sense, such was easy to state of course but you longed to make the best out of it, or at least try.

ex! husband neuvillette who will against all odds, still keep his wedding ring put on its designated place. granted, he had gotten quite accustomed to the feeling of it being wrapped around his finger and doesn't want to take it off. if you do decide to ask him about it, given that you aren't wearing yours anymore, he will plainly state that he got used to it way too much and it had grown on him, really, becoming a part of his person so ultimately taking it off would result in the same as him severing a limb off his body.

ex! husband neuvillette who still calls you his wife unintentionally, in the beginning of the first couple of weeks, it will happen almost all the time. be that as it may, he doesn't do it on purpose to somehow hurt you or make you uncomfortable, and he was aware of the fact that he needed to get accustomed to the feeling of being single again, of not being married anymore but calling you his wife just warmths his chest and hugs him from inside and out.

ex! husband neuvillette bets on it, it's like his whole day could be stacked with work on end, without a second of tranquility in sight, rain droplets covering the nation of hydro, but when he thinks about you, only you, a smile coruscates over his soft lips, increasing his heart beat, it's all so painful but he wouldn't want it any other way because nothing, and he emphasizes it deeply, nothing would be as painful as having you gone form his life.

ex! husband neuvillette who, and pay attention now, this would only happen if his strong, rational thinking skills and durable emotions towards keeping the laws of this world truthful were somewhat altered in an instance of weakness, but he would adore to throw and punish every new person you would date after him behind bars, yet not before properly dragging them to a trail that they cannot win, for him to look down on them— again, it's a small fantasy he wouldn't bring into life, he honored his noble work.

ex! husband neuvillette who knows that even day dreaming about such wrongful ideas were full of holes and malice, yet beyond it, he keeps himself restrained in not interfering in your new relationships— which he had thought must be a lot, you could say he believed that you were already out and about in the dating world, overthinking the worst out of all possibilities that could happen.

ex! husband neuvillette who will oftentimes send the melusines out to check up on you and tell him how you're doing— no, don't misunderstand, he doesn't want to know if you were dating again, he wouldn't, after all, this was your personal life and he wasn't your husband anymore. but then again, surely checking every now and then wouldn't hurt a soul, right?

ex! husband neuvillette will send you freshly picked flowers frequently, or have your favorite dish made by a professional chef. how can i forget to mention that he tends to buy a small, cute souvenir that would remind him of you and send it your way instantly. at how things were slowly progressing, the man will be quite embarrassed in facing you again, granted that you had promised to remain friends, he fears that the constant raining and pouring around fontaine would make it desperately obvious on how he was truly feeling, what can there be left anyways, nothing but the untouchable part of him, his aching soul begging for closeness.

but ex! husband neuvillette does not want to trouble you, fearing he might become overbearing in his doings, but he misses you, this time it's more raw than that, more exposed, more pure. he longes for a moment where he can see and feel you again, his mind circling through emotions and pondering, sinful dreams stitching his psyche together and calming down his heart.

ex! husband neuvillette who will be surprised, yet overly thrilled as if he was about to jump off his chair, when you ask the sweet melusines to hand him over a letter— the scent of the thin paper reminding him of your fragrance, a similar one he noticed whenever he kissed your neck. beyond question, they couldn't have told him fast enough, he finishes up the necessary work load for the day, at once forging ahead to your once shared house. you know it by now but he does not falter, he wants this to be perfect, carefully picking up a bouquet of flowers, with the flowers in questions being the very ones that have been decorating your wedding venue back in the day, oh sweet memories, he hopes he doesn't come off as crazy.

ex! husband neuvillette who tries to play it cool, it's not a big deal, but why were his hands sweating? his breathing was fast too, burgeoning, each following step towards your home, his limbs and muscles would begin to tremble, it's evident and almost aflame, but the weather has been nice again all of a sudden, for once in fontaine and he couldn't wait to see you.

ex! husband neuvillette who cannot say anything when you open the door for him, all these miles with the memories of your passionate time together pouring back into his mind. it's silly, but so real, and there was a silence, although not of an uncomfortable kind, it was overthrowing the hefty atmosphere.

and honestly, you think ex! husband neuvillette was cute when he was all overwhelmed and bereft of speech, even cuter when he’s silently walking past the door, your hands slowly wrapping around the bouquet of flowers to place them aside, on top of a wooden drawer before panning your eyes back into his grasp— which was his piercing, conquering gaze.

you could perceive the cutting tautness, how the reinforced pressure alone couldn't be torn, not with a sharp knife, no sword, no blade, because forthrightly— there wasn't anything on this planet that was able to part this emerging and crashing body chemistry.

all fairness to the situation— your captivation was off the charts, two people unable to coexist while parted, searching within your souls to understand what was happening. yet then it hit you, that maybe— heavily placed on a single maybe, that there might've been a cruel mistake in how things ended between you both;

or did they end?

because like a bullet piercing through soft flesh, it gave the impression away as if you were both moving closer to your sweet frames until you could clearly feel his warm, clothed chest pushed against your own— hopeful eyes remained locked within your gazes as you carefully slide your hands behind his neck without breaking his stares.

ex! husband neuvillette whose breathing was all fast and hasty, yet much swifter was his never ending intention to kiss you again and taste your lips in the process, he cannot stop himself anymore, but he must— for some reason, he cannot fathom that this might be reality and that you both would have a second chance in this life after all.

"kiss me." you suddenly whisper, eyes aglow with his own enlarging at the nervous utterance, subtle touches weaving together and showing your open truths.

ex! husband neuvillette feels how tense he has gotten and tries to relax— on top of that, he was reminiscing about the past and the bare memories of your writhing body splayed under his large one, his entire weight on top of you, just the whisper of his sinful imagination made his mouth water— he truly believes he was in fact dreaming right now, especially when you tell him to kiss him again.

there were no thoughts to process anymore, no focus he could grasp on to remain clearness— what was left were true, unfaltering desires and the scalding pain of waiting. that‘s when you kiss him instead, his body immediately welcoming your fervid warmth, pulling his head towards your own in a heart beat.

ex! husband neuvillette felt a heavy hardship being lifted off his shoulders the moment your lips touch his, and each one of the words he had planned to spell out to you, they form into a sting that was beating into his heart, repeatedly, the sharp stitches seeping into his veins slowly. and he refuses to cry in front of you, or expose to you that everything that had happened after your separation was covered in nothing but a silent numbness.

swallowing the lump in his throat, ex! husband neuvillette guides you to the bedroom, it was hard to decipher what was real or not, each motion of your lips rounding across his own felt like he was dreaming the most beautiful dream of them all. the whisper of cold air brushes across your bodies when he opens the door to the cold room, his own imagination going wild when he peeks at the neatly made bed, or the wooden drawer next to it, still having your wedding picture on display.

ex! husband neuvillette who takes his time in undressing you, the fear of someone taking you away from him again, even now, was still there and he wanted, no, needed to relish in this as good as possible. neuvillette wets his lips, nervous, "my love.. are you sure about this?" and he hesitated for a second— but when you tug at his own sleeves now, fondling with the expensive garment, nodding your head and expertly wrapping your digits into the thin fabric to help him out of it, he knows you wanted it as badly as he did, popping his arms back so you could pull his coat down, your mouth twisting into a subtle smile.

ex! husband neuvillette who touches you featherlight, slowly parting your legs to settle in between, and butterflies expand in your belly when you admire his beauty from up close again, his muscles twitching when you decide to lightly graze his skin with your fingertips, smoothly sliding over his chest before wrapping your arms around his neck.

ex! husband neuvillette who could honestly cry the moment he first slides his cock into you again, kissing you again and again, more deeply, more feral and in need before licking into your mouth, leaving his large hand to wander down to the plush of your ass and push you into the mattress when he first bottoms out of you. you're so warm, wet and comfortable while you're clamping down on him. and neuvillette pistols his hips like an electric light, hoping he'd be able to hit so deep inside your warm cunt till you practically feel him stir up your guts.

and a moan slowly builds up in your throat as your tits brush against his strong chest— whilst neuvillette places a delicious, fast pace on you, the bare strength of his thrusts making the headboard bounce back and forth the wall as he nibbles on your bottom lip while fucking his cock into you, your gummy walls squelching at each well received pump.

ex! husband neuvillette who roughly palms your tits and plays with your nipples with his hips moving in a feral tempo— whilst those breathy, wet pleas of your name, the ones he whispered against your ear, evolve into gluttonous, hungry groans, whilst the thought about losing all of this made it more difficult for him to say anything at all, his throat acting as a trap for that one sentence he intended to spell out, the sound of it awaiting to break free— but the nervousness couldn't be surpassed as he takes a hold of your hand, desperately clutching on it before grinding his erection back into you, a pulse surging through the entirety of your walls.

ex! husband neuvillette who finds it mesmerizing on how you were so responsive to his every nibble and touch, his thudding cock diving between your legs while he fists your tits in his warm hand, your lips parting with cries and begs while meeting his hungry pace.

his hips, much bigger than yours, keep hitting into you, a lustful gaze on your facial expression clouding your mind as he makes you feel so unbelievably good, soaking your sheets as you kiss him, famished and hot, feeling his needy grunts exhaling through his lips as you clench down hard, gazes meeting once and for all, "i love you." you say, almost cry it out, and neuvillette wanted to be patient with you, claim your body to its full exhaustion afterwards, but not now, he cannot keep his cool this time— not anymore, not after you said those very three words he wasn't able to utter out all night.

you're truly driving him insane, and his body was pressing hotly against yours as you wiggle and writhe under him, puppy eyes watching him please you from under your lashes while you’re requiring more of his cock in you, please please, you say, your pussy clamping around his girth and milking him for good.

ex! husband neuvillette who tells you, "i love you too, i love you too.." in quick, fast paced syllables, and the burning veins in his body turn numb when you begin to cry out of joy and pleasure, hastily pushing your heels into his back to signal him to fuck you harder as he pounds away into your creamy pussy, dragging his hard erection along your sore walls and burning pleasure spots.

now— your nails simmer over his defined back, both sweetly indulging in each others company and the feeling of being one again, nothing else but solid, fast paced pleasure which was turning him on, so fucking much, his breathing puffed and winded, throwing his head back as you're doing your best to match his insane rhythm.

your pussy swallows him up like magic, your damp lashes tickling his shoulders as he buries his face against your neck to suck on the wet flesh, in accessory to the numerous amount of praises, declarations of love and filthy curses plastering your sweaty skin. or how about the swallowing screams and begs of your name that ripple through him as you moan out fervently, twitching under his towering body and arching your back.

oh, well? it's now or never your “ex” husband fears, and he decides to push his pulsing cock deep into your hole, deeper, just a little bit more, please! until you're desperately screaming into his shoulder, as far as it can fit into your little pussy, sending you over an intoxicating edge.

and ex! husband neuvillette was, at long last, back at where he should be, where he should've been all along, with you, making passionate and meaningful love to each other, because the man needed it, needed you close to him, and he cannot and will never again, paint the world without you in it.

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rveyjules · 8 months

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A Second Chance

Part 1, Part 2

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Prime Minister's Daughter! Reader (ft. Ada Wong)

Genre: Smut, Romance, Angst

Warning: cheating, Leon is obsessed with the reader, taking photos, the reader is cold but deep inside she’s a sweetheart, mentions of arranged marriage, pure smut (masturbation, foreplay, kissing, breasts fondling and sucking, markings, p in v intercourse, virgin sex, penetrative sex, Leon is huge [I think it's at least 9 inches, sheesh], creampie, aftercare)

Word count: 6.2k

Summary: As the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister and one of the faces of the family, you received multiple assassination attempts. So, your father hired someone to keep an eye on you. And to your surprise, out of all people, it was Leon Kennedy your father picked for you. You and Leon had a secret relationship but soon did not last because another woman came into his life. Now that the both of you meet again, will it be the start of chaos or a continuation of romance?

author's note: This is the second part of my story. This story is entirely fictional. I do not know what the President and the Prime Minister exactly do for the country. Same with the occupation of being a prosecutor and the chief of the CIA. English is not my mother tongue so pardon if you encounter mistakes and grammatical errors. This is only for entertainment purposes only. And minors, please do your homework first.

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“The jury found the defendant guilty.”

Joyful sounds were heard from your client, who was the victim, and from her family. You closed your eyes and a sigh of relief escaped your mouth, smiling at your performance today. You just won another trial. The suspect is proven guilty with the evidence you have against him and the jury was on your side.

“The jury is thanked and excused. The court is adjourned.”

You turned to your female client. She’s a 22-year-old who was a victim of rape and sexual assault. You promised her that you will do your best to give her the justice she was longing for after being made fun of by her schoolmates, calling her such names, giving her judgemental looks, and earning a lot of hurtful words.

It has come to the point where she almost took her own life on the rooftop of the apartment she was staying at. Being a victim of rape is traumatizing. It would take time before you recovered completely from what happened by going under rehabilitation and psychological observation. But today, justice is served.

“Thank you so much, prosecutor!” Her mom shakes my hand repeatedly. You can’t count how many times her family expressed their gratitude for helping the child. You giggled and patted the mother’s shoulder. “You’re welcome. I’m glad you hired me as your lawyer. By the way, how was your rehabilitation?” You asked the last part, looking at your client. She has a smile on her face, brighter than the times we met before the trial and you just realized how pretty the child is.

“It’s all nice and okay. Prosecutor,” She took a few steps ahead towards you and held your hand. “I don’t know how to express my feelings in court. Our opponent came from a prestigious family in the town. I am afraid that we will not win because of how powerful their family is. I think I underestimated you a little and I’m sorry for that. I see how focused you were in every trial session. And now that it was confirmed that he was the bad guy, I felt so happy. So, thank you so much, Prosecutor L/n.”

You smiled at her and cupped her cheeks. “You’re a law student, right? I want to give you some advice that can help you when you become an attorney one day,” I paused. “I considered going into law. Not because of money, but for the thrill of problem-solving. And always remember, be an independent woman. You are what you are. Face them with your head high. Justice is served and the suspect is proven guilty.”

The girl nodded and gave you a tight hug. “I hope we will meet again in the future, attorney.” You nodded your head and hugged her back. “I’m looking forward to it, dear.”

From a distance, Leon watched how you comforted a girl after winning a nerve-wracking and intense trial in the court just now. He crossed his arms and smiled, seeing you being warm around your client. Leon received a voicemail from his earpiece,

“Agent Kennedy, the Prime Minister, scheduled a meeting with Prosecutor L/n.”

“Copy,” He replied before approaching you.

The mother of your client acknowledged his presence as Leon made his way toward you. The older woman smiled at him before looking back at you and asked something unexpected…

“Is he your husband? You two look great together.”

Your eyes widened and immediately denied it. “No, we’re not. He’s not my husband. I’m still single.” You awkwardly replied. Leon was taken aback by the woman’s question and quite affected when you quickly denied the woman’s question. He felt butterflies in his stomach at the thought of you being his wife.

“Sorry for misunderstanding but he’s only my bodyguard. He’s only with me for safety purposes.” You explain, smiling to ease the uncomfortable feeling you have. The woman nodded in understanding.

“You’re too pretty to not be in a relationship but I respect your decision if you’re not into relationships.” She smiled and you thanked her for understanding. When your client and her family have left, you turn to Leon and shoot him a death glare.

“Seriously? You as my husband? Hell, no.” You sharply claimed. Leon cleared his throat and replied, “I just want to say that the Prime Minister scheduled a meeting with you.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“When you received a voicemail, I received a text message from the Prime Minister. At least you should have waited for my client to leave before popping out of nowhere only to be misunderstood as my husband.” You snarled. Leon finds you cute, though.

“Bet you feel the butterflies in your stomach, don’t you?” He asked flirtatiously, making you scoff.

“Butterflies,” You scoffed and chuckled sarcastically. “I got headaches.” With that, you walked past him to the exit.

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“Papa, you know I don’t want to be in a relationship. How many times do I need to tell you that? I don’t even want to go on a date, why are they trying to put me up in an arranged marriage?!” You snapped, rubbing your temples.

The meeting your father scheduled is private and personal. Right now, in front of your parents and the Senator’s son that was supposed to be your husband in this arranged marriage, looked at you in disbelief. You declared your plan in life and that is you’re not going to get married to anyone.

“Y/n!” Your father yelled angrily. “For our family’s sake! Senator Carter’s son is the right man for you! You know that this man has the potential to become a President in the future! I want you to become the First Lady of this country.”

“But being a First Lady has limitations, Papa! And also, it will only give me more responsibilities!” You retorted back.

“You’re already thirty-three, Y/n. A perfect age to prepare yourself—”

“I am not interested in becoming a First Lady,” You interrupted. "Besides, I am not into politicians. Helping the government is enough for me but marrying a politician? No."

With that, you grabbed your bag and walked out of the room, leaving your parents disappointed and frustrated. You can hear your dad calling out your name but you did not turn back. Tears filled your eyes, and you couldn't bear the fact that your parents are forcing you to marry someone you don't love.

Leon noticed your expression and he knew something was wrong. "Y/n, what happened in–" He was interrupted when you snapped at him, “Shut up! This is all your fault!”

He was startled and the guards that were securing the area looked in your direction. Tears started falling down your eyes, and couldn't bear the pain. “This is all your fault.” You whispered before storming out of the establishment.

You get the keys from your driver and ride the car before driving on your own. You sobbed as you sped up on the highway but were still aware of the speed limit. You want some time alone. Betrayals, family pressure, arranged marriage… Goddamned it, why can’t you be free from this? The trauma of your past relationship with Leon did a lot of damage. You run your hand on top of your head, calming yourself down.

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In your house, you are checking the report of the CIA. There are files that must go under your consent so you have a lot of papers to sign. It’s not new for you anymore. Being a prosecutor, a superior of a top security agency, as well as being a politician’s daughter has its pros and cons. When it comes to wealth and fame, you got the jackpot. But when it comes to responsibility…

“Goddamn, I need a vacation.” You sighed as you signed the last file and put them organized on the shelf.

And then, Leon popped into your mind out of nowhere. He has been working under you for three months now. You are secretly doing everything to make him leave. You mean it when you say you don’t need him anymore. But there are times where Leon would be so caring of you. He’d hold your hand secretly when the two of you are close to each other in crowded places. He’d take off his jacket and put it on your shoulders when he saw you shivering. Although you are cold and dismissive to him, he’s still caring for you and his love language was still the same as before.

Turning your heel, you went to the window and watched the city lights of Washington D.C. You want to take a break. You want to sleep all day,knowing that you deserved it for doing a great job. But you simply can’t. Even falling asleep in your room is sometimes difficult, especially when you feel something is not right. The President needs you to be active 24/7. The White House could call you anytime when an emergency occurs. Even if it was two in the morning, you need to get up and meet the President and cabinet secretaries.

You are so powerful that’s why there are people who tried to kill you. Imagine, surviving five assassination attempts. You may be looking cool but deep inside you are scared. Those moments where you were stunned when the assassin pulled the trigger of his gun and you barely dodge them. It makes you feel like a child, being scared when you are supposed to be brave.

Taking off your gloves, you looked at your scars and caressed them. You thought the pain was gone, thinking that your scars symbolizes your bravery despite being left out. But everythings is coming back ever since Leon came back. With that you remembered how you struggled just to survive.

Three days after Leon left with Ada, you almost lost your sanity thinking that surviving the apocalypse is impossible. You have no one to lean on. You barely make it to find an abandoned store with foods and drinks that can ease your thirst and hunger. The city was filled with zombies. Finding a safe place to stay is difficult. The device you used to track Ada’s identity was broken. It was your only hope to contact your father.

Every day, you’d cry while washing your wounds on your wrists to prevent contamination and easier access for infection. Being alone and desperate to survive scared you the most. You are asking yourself what you ever did to them to leave you in this state. As for your relationship with Leon, thinking about those times when you caught him with Ada, doing the unthinkable emotionally damaged you.

“Leon– ahh!” Ada moaned as Leon pressed his half naked body to her, sucking her neck and leaving marks on her skin. “Y/n would get suspicious where did I get this,” Ada said but Leon didn’t budge.

Instead, he lifted the skirt of her dress and pulled her underwear out of her legs before undoing his pants and taking his member out of its cage. “Just be quiet. She wouldn’t know that we’re doing this.” He smirked before slipping his hardened cock into Ada’s aching hole.

They tried to be quiet to hide their secret affair while you were standing by the door, sobbing quietly. You heard how Ada moaned and praised Leon at how good he makes her feel. And then there was you, heart shattered into pieces. You felt numb and couldn’t feel or hear anything aside from the sinful sounds coming from them.

That piece of memory made you punch the mirror in front of you, breaking it. Your knuckles started to bleed. You covered your ears as you fell on your knees, traumatized and heartbroken. You knew that things would go wrong between you and Leon. But this is beyond your expectation. Never in your life you thought that he would do that.

One day, you found a radio in the establishment where you are currently staying. It was functioning and you heard voices coming from the radio. You realized that it can connect to a military base. You grabbed it and spoke to the speaker. It says that the government will bomb the city to stop the virus from spreading. Hearing this increased your fear. You don’t want to die with these monsters.

“Is this the military? Please, help me. I’m a survivor.” You said, hoping that they will hear your voice.

After a few seconds of silence, the voice on the other line spoke. “This is Commander Valdez speaking. Please, state your name and current location.” Your hope was growing as the commander replied.

“My name is Y/n L/n, daughter of Senator L/n. I’m a first year college student, studying Law. I am in a safe room of the high-rise hospital in Raccoon City. Please, help me. Zombies are surrounding the area.” You sobbed.

Hearing that you are the daughter of the Senate President caused the Commander to order to gather up his men and prepare to rescue you and also ordered the President to refrain from releasing an order to wipe out Raccoon City until you are completely rescued.

“Miss L/n, listen carefully to my instructions. My men will be there in less than an hour. Now, I want you to prepare yourself to fight against the horde of zombies. The President has moved the time of releasing the bomb. They will nuke the city after we rescue you. I know you have limited resources to use as your weapon but I hope you can find some to defend yourself.”

“Yes, sir.”

“The military is on its way. Go to the rooftop of the hospital. The military chopper will come to rescue you. Goodluck.” Then your conversation ended.

This is your last chance. You must make it out of this damned city. You went to the bathroom of the safe room and looked at yourself through the mirror. You washed your face to make up your mind and covered your injuries with a clean cloth. You wear your jacket and luckily found a baseball bat as your weapon. With a deep breath, you gathered all your strength and prepared yourself for a life-or-death fight against those monsters.

You walked out of the safe room quietly to prevent attracting the attention of the zombies. You held your weapon tightly, alert for any zombies to come to your way. You are currently on the 20th floor of the hospital. The rooftop is on the 25th floor. Of course, as you expected, zombies found you and chased after you. You run for your life, hitting those zombies who will try to grab you or block your path with a baseball bat.

Anger was rushing through your veins that you went on a killing spree with a single weapon. You looked out the window as you ran and found the helicopter coming to the hospital you are in. This increased your hopes in survival. Little by little, you made it to the rooftop. You closed and blocked the door with anything that you think can prevent those zombies opening the door.

The helicopter has found you from a far distance. You waved your hands in the air as you jumped to gain their attention. But the zombies managed to break in and it found you. You turned around and fear creeped out to your veins. A large horde of zombies are coming towards you. Then, you heard loud gunshots coming from the soldiers, shooting the zombies as the helicopter moved downwards on the edge of the rooftop.

“Miss Y/n! Hop on!” A soldier yelled through the loud sound of the propeller.

You ran towards them and jumped to the helicopter, feeling a little relieved to be rescued. The helicopter started to move away as the zombies were falling down from the building, mindlessly trying to reach for us. The soldiers check on you to see if you are bitten. The pilot spoke through the radio.

“General, Y/n L/n is successfully rescued from the Raccoon City. She’s not bitten or infected, just some injuries that need medical attention. Aside from that, everything is cleared.”

“Roger that,” You heard the military general replied through the radio.

After a few moments, when you are far enough from the city, you hear a loud, roaring, and huge explosion. You looked out and saw an atomic bomb explosion, destroying Raccoon City. You saw how wide the bomb reached to kill those who were alive or undead. You survived the chaos on your own. You make it out of the forsaken city. You are the last man standing. The city where Leon promised you that you build your dreams and goals has been wiped out into ashes.

A sigh escapes your mouth as you caress your scars. For everyone who barely knows you, wearing gloves is your trademark in fashion. People never see you take them off or go out without gloves on. But your family and other important people in your life know what’s behind that piece of clothing. It’s not like you were ashamed of it. It’s just that it hurts you emotionally as you remembered that you went under hard and difficult circumstances just to survive as those people you helped betrayed and left you to die.

Your phone opened and rang, snapping you back to your senses. You turned around and grabbed your phone. It’s a call from your older brother, Judge Dylan L/n. You picked up the call and put the phone next to your ear.

“Dylan? What can I do for you?” You asked.

“Y/n, Papa called me just now. What was that behavior?” He asked calmly but there’s a lingering strict tone.

“If you’ll scold me, I’ll hang up.” You scoffed.

“Y/n, you are the only daughter of the Prime Minister of the country and has the potential to become a First Lady.”

“I know that. Among the Prime Minister’s five children, I am the youngest and the only daughter. But that doesn’t mean that I need to go under his order to marry a politician.”

“But the boy is the son of the Senate President.”

“Dylan, please. Don’t make yourself a problem for me. He didn’t even congratulate me for winning my case today. He just called a private meeting only to say that I am bound to marry the man and ended up scolding.”

“Patience is a virtue, Y/n,” Dylan paused. “I know that your past relationship still affects you. But in this case, you are just proving to them that you haven’t moved on from your ex-lover. Y/n, it’s been fifteen years…”

You sighed, heading over the table to pour yourself a glass of wine.

“Please, believe me when I say that I truly moved on from my past relationship. It’s just that…” You paused, trying to find the right word to say. “The pain was coming back. You know that feeling when you believe in yourself that you are completely free but the truth is you are still chained up to the past?”

“Did you and that guy cross paths again?” He asked and you hummed.

“I don’t know if fate is fooling around with me. After fifteen years, why did he come back? I mean, I don’t want to see him or even cross paths again with him but then, one day he just appeared out of nowhere.” You explained. Your brother chuckled at your response.

“I think I know the guy you are talking about. Leon Kennedy, right? Your ex-lover but currently your bodyguard.” You pouted as his response. “If Papa knows that Leon Kennedy is your ex, what do you think he will do?” He asked.

“He will fire him immediately, probably.” You replied.

“Wrong,” Dylan quickly responded. “You and Papa never interact with each other that much, that's why you don’t know the possibility of his reaction regarding the issue.”

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“Y/n, please. If you interact with Papa, you will find the answer. That’s all for now. I have to prepare for my trial tomorrow. I just called to check on you.”

You bid goodbye to each other before ending the call. You received another phone call from the Senate President’s son. You picked the call…

“Let’s have a drink. The usual place.” He said.

—

Leon can still hear how loud you were when you snapped at him earlier. He can tell that your meeting with your family did not end well. The way your eyes teared up when you yelled at him, gaining the attention of the people who were in the area at that time. Leon gulped down another glass of whiskey, slightly wincing at how strong the alcohol is as he ran his thumb against your photo, which he secretly took throughout the years.

Yes, he has been stalking you. After saving Ashley Graham from an insane cult in Spain, he immediately did some research on you. And there he found out about your success after leaving you in a hard situation in Raccoon City in 1998. At that time, you were a newly licensed prosecutor but you became one of the most influential prosecutors in the Supreme Court as you easily solved and won cases back then. Your father was a Senate President back then and having you beside him is a big asset. With that, your father managed to reach the position of Prime Minister.

Every event you need to attend whether it was a national or international, he was there. He camouflaged within the crowd so that you wouldn’t see him or feel his presence. He took a lot of pictures of you, keeping them in a secret room of his house. He was obsessed with you. He even finds himself masturbating in his room with your picture in his hand, looking so elegant in every angle, every outfit you wore, every look you pulled out, it drives him crazy.

For his latest mission, which was in China, he brought a dozen of your pictures as his motivation and inspiration. Weird but he did. There are times when he was in a tight situation and went through near-death experiences but he remembers that he needs to come back. For you. He encountered Ada again but this time, he was not her puppy anymore, who would follow her demands and manipulate him.

“I heard that she’s the new Chief of the CIA aside from being a prosecutor. Seems like your ex-lover has already moved on from you.” Ada smirked as she looked at the photo of you in a black dress, holding a piece of paper while speaking in court.

“Give it back,” Leon demanded. “What are you even doing here, Ada? Are you going to use me again?” He added and Ada chuckled in response. “What do you think?”

What Ada did not expect was Leon’s sudden attack. He disarmed her and took the photo out of her grasp, hissing when it was crumpled slightly. Ada noticed his unusual behavior and smirked.

“You’re obsessed with her. What is she going to think when you two meet again? What will be her reaction if she meets the one she loved the most but also the one who betrayed her?” Ada asked, trying to provoke Leon.

Leon got furious when Ada dug up the past. Without hesitation, he pulled out his gun and shot Ada in the shoulder with eyes full of anger and guilt, not for her but for you, who he left just to escape that damn city. The woman looked at him in shock. Never in a million years did she expect that Leon would do this to her. He was different from the one she used to order around. There were also times when Leon almost got down on his knees and worshiped her like a saint. But now, his eyes are filled with the flame of anger. Leon wasn’t hers anymore, but yours even without knowing it.

Five months after that mission, he was summoned to the White House by the President and they talked about the assassination attempts you had. His face remained calm but his hands were clenched into fists and his insides were burning in anger. When the President asked him if he could be your bodyguard, he immediately said yes. Your father, the Prime Minister trusted him the moment the President introduced him as a recommendation. That’s how he got into your life again.

He prepared a plan on how he was going to win your heart again. He thought it would be easy but it turns out it isn’t. You are colder than he expected. You never look at him the way you used to look at him before. It wasn’t easy to make a conversation with you as you always dismissed him. His top priority is to keep you safe away from assassination attempts you might encounter again in the future while finding a way to see a crack in your armor.

He believes that you will give in to him someday. He laid down on his bed, closing his eyes, and imagine how good it feels to be between your legs as he fucks you hard. The way you’d moan loudly or even scream, praising him for making you feel so good. You’d hold onto his shoulders as he pounds against your cunt, tip kissing your cervix that sends you crying.

His mind was filled with lewd images of you, wearing tight blouses and pencil skirts, teasing him as you walked. Your curves are perfectly fitted into the skirt and he will pounce on you and rip all of your clothing until you are completely naked under him. You and Leon never made it to take your relationship to the next level because you were just eighteen and in your first year in college back then. You two agreed that you’ll only do it when you are ready or wait until you get married. Although your relationship was a secret, you both gave pure love to each other until shit happens.

He believes that your virginity hasn’t been taken yet. For someone like you who focuses on studies and two professions as well as having trust issues, he’s sure that no one hasn’t touched or even kissed you. And the thought of taking your virginity sends him to the edge as he found himself masturbating.

“Y/n… you feel so damn good. So tight!” He moaned, imagining how tight you are when he pushed his pulsating cock inside your wet, aching, virgin pussy.

Your moans ring into his ears as he fucks you. The way you’d ask him to be gentle or be careful of you, sobbing. And the best part of it is when he spilled his warm seeds deep into your cunt. In real life, his cock spurted his juices, staining his hands and abdomen as he trembled from his orgasm, groaning as he let it out until the last drop.

No, he did not feel guilty. Why not? He’s going to take you back. Now that he heard from his co-worker that you are bound to marry the Senate President’s son. No, he wouldn’t let that happen. Not even over his dead body. If he needs to go through hell just to win your heart again, he will do it without any hesitation.

—

On the other side, you are back in the VIP Room of the bar where you usually go. You are currently with the Senate President’s son. There’s an awkward tension between the two of you. David Carter is sipping on his glass of vodka while you are drinking wine.

“Your outburst earlier is unexpected,” He chuckled, studying your expression. You glanced at him as he started the conversation. “A lot of women tried to catch my attention but then there was you.”

“Is that a compliment?” You asked, sipping on your wine and he nodded with a hum in response.

David might be quiet and did not have a chance to explain himself during your meeting yesterday but he is one of the most respected and most influential men in politics just like you. He’s a congressman with the potential to reach the highest rank in the country. That’s why your father wants him to be your husband.

“Yes. I rarely compliment a woman. You know I have a high standard when it comes to women and you passed.”

“Because this is me.” You rebutted, rolling your eyes, and smirked.

You two are good friends. You went to the same law school and passed the board exams together. When you were elected as the new Chief of the CIA, he was elected as a congressman. Coincidence? He would say no but you would say yes. David understands why you suddenly snapped at your father upon mentioning the arranged marriage. He knows that you have a trauma in love although he doesn’t know who caused you that pain to be so dismissive of love. But deep down, he wished that you would realize that he has hidden feelings towards you.

“I noticed that you are not with your personal bodyguard today. Leon Kennedy, right?” He asked, causing you to scoff and roll your eyes again.

“I don’t know. I don’t care though. That guy needs to breathe from my dark presence.” You joked.

“I’m surprised that he’s not resigning yet when you are so cold and dismissive to him. In my perspective, men who manage to stay despite your bad side are the ones who have true feelings for you.” You paused and glanced at him.

“I feel this agent knows you better than I know you. For the past three months of him being your bodyguard, I have never seen someone who's more patient than your father. I noticed that you throw your tantrums on him often but he will only look at you and give you your favorite coffee. Your former bodyguards never bring you your coffee without you telling them which one you prefer. But this agent, he will just pop out of nowhere with a cup of coffee you like. Is there something I don’t know about? Do you have connections with each other?” He added.

“Oh, David. Stop the spectacle of yourself. Agent Kennedy is nothing but only an agent who saved Ashley from Spain and is currently my bodyguard.” You retorted.

“But a bodyguard wouldn’t act so protective and caring of you. I mean, he’s crossing the line of being a bodyguard and you don’t notice. He’d protect you from the media, people who will tend to cause you discomfort, and bodyguards should keep an eye on his distance to his boss. But he will take off his jacket and put it on your shoulder like a man who cares for his lover.”

“Enough!” You snarled.

“You’re guilty because it’s true. A bodyguard shouldn’t look at his boss with stars in his eyes.” David added.

What's surprising about him, even though he has secret feelings towards you, it feels like he’s helping you regarding your issue with Leon which you never mentioned to anyone before.

“Admit it already, Y/n. You and Agent Kennedy had a thing before.”

You looked at him, speechless. David is a very observant person but he takes that to another level that's beyond your expectations. He raised his eyebrow at you while you shook your head in defeat.

“You’re right. We used to be lovers.” You admitted.

—

Leon was in his apartment across the apartment building you are in. He purchased the unit to keep an eye on you a few years ago. He knows that this is the place where you usually go to ease your mind rather than going to your own home. He brought his own telescope, not to look up in the sky but to stalk you. With his knowledge in hacking, he used to sneak into your apartment unit and set up small cameras that are difficult to see around your place to see what you are doing when you are out of his sight.

You just came back from your hang out with David. You are quite tipsy and tired after a long day. Leon watched you from his computer, your every movement is being captured by the hidden cameras he put around your apartment. You kicked off your heels and put them on the shoe rack before heading straight to your bedroom to have a nice and cool shower. Undressing yourself, Leon watched your naked figure step into the shower. The sound of water running as you hummed a song sent shivers down to his spine.

He watched how you touch yourself as you scrub yourself with soap and wash your hair with shampoos. The way the water ran down your body is something he can’t ignore, but craves. Those perfect large breasts, slim waist, and thick thighs, ugh. He badly wants to go there and fuck you already.

After thirty minutes of shower and skincare routine, you came out of your bathroom, wearing nothing but your robe and drying your hair with a towel. Leon continued watching you. He observed you as he realized that you were looking out the window, staring at the apartment building where he was currently in. He looked out too and there he found you standing, seemed to be in a deep thought. He studied your face and he believes that you’re unable to see him because his window is tinted.

But for you, you can definitely see him. Since Leon has become your bodyguard, you were even more observant of your surroundings. You've always had a feeling that someone is watching from the shadows and the moment you meet him again, your questions have been answered. Earlier, you and David had discussed this without mentioning Leon’s name.

“You know, obsessive people are usually more on body language, eye contacts, and sometimes, they use metaphorical words. They are waiting for the right time to have their way to their target. I suggest you give this man a little show. I believe you can do this easily. For a seductress like you, I think this is an easy task.” David smirks as he sips on his whiskey.

“What kind of ‘show’ are you talking about?” You asked.

“A strip show…”

You glared at him at the idea he suggested. “But be careful. Don’t let your bodyguard know about this show you are about to pull out or else you’ll receive a severe punishment from your daddy.” He chuckled.

He doesn’t know that the obsessive man you are talking about was no one but your bodyguard himself…

Sighing, you untie your robe and let it fall to the floor, revealing your perfect naked body. Leon gasped as his eyes widened in surprise about your sudden, unexpected move. You looked like a Greek Goddess that came down on Earth to seduce men and fulfill their lustful needs. You smirked before getting inside, slowly walking, naked. You grabbed your phone and played soothing, yet seductive music.

You started dancing and closed your eyes, feeling the rhythm and the melody of the music. Your hair dances in the air as you turn gracefully. Leon watches you, smiling to himself. Seeing you dance like that felt like nostalgia but way different from before. You changed from a sweet teenager into a seductress. Leon smirked, crossing his arms.

After a few minutes, you stopped dancing and went to your closet and wore a silk nightgown, gloves, and a coat. You put on your sandals, dried your hair, and put on a light shade of lipstick. You left your apartment, leaving him wondering what the hell just happened. You just gave him a little strip show, unsure if you did it on purpose or was that just some naughty habits he had never seen until now. While Leon heaves out an unsatisfied sigh, you went to the apartment building across yours to confront him already.

David is right. He crossed the line of being a bodyguard. Though he is affectionate to you when the two of you are together, you did not expect him to be this obsessive of you.

“...or just give in to his needs already if you find yourself attracted to the man. Confront him.”

You remember David gave you another advice earlier before going home. You also thought about this while taking a shower. You are aware that there’s a hidden camera around your house. Yet, you don’t feel creeped out at all as if you know who’s responsible for this. All the dots are connected and the mystery is solved the moment Leon came back and got hired as your bodyguard. The spark you felt towards this obsessive person sparked even more when it comes to Leon. It’s always him. Every question you make about this emotional stuff always leads back to him.

The ding of the elevator snapped you back to your senses as the doors opened. You stepped out of the elevator and went to Leon’s apartment unit, Unit 2704. You pressed the doorbell and waited for Leon to open the door.

He went to the front door and looked at the peephole. He was surprised to see you standing on his doorstep. He opened the door, you looked at him and he was surprised to see you.

“I need to talk to you,” You started in a stern tone.

—

To Be Continued...

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unadulteratedsoulsweets · 10 months

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A DC X DP IDEA #17 Cinderella

Imagine dis…

Danny has many types of occupations throughout the fandom, from being a member of the JL or JLD to a humble engineer or café barista that wants to live a somewhat normal life. But what if we turn him into a janitor working at the prestigious Gotham Academy

…

Danny never would have thought he would end up being a janitor at an academy for rich kids in Gotham, a thought passed by as he mopped the floors diligently.

Despite his early years of being a vigilante, he hangs his cape the moment he noticed other heroes popping up as well as being able to fix the Infinite Realms. The JL members used to look for Phantom to offer their tillage and wisdom but when the Ghost King, himself, was able to have some sort of compromise between the humans and ghosts, Amity became a hotspot for the paranormal under the protection of the Ghost king when the Ecto acts had been destroyed in favor for the meta law.

Phantom disappeared, it was one running theory that he finally left to rest, or even that he became a permanent ghost knight for the king as some sort of knighthood for protecting both humans and ghosts during hard times.

The explosion in the Nasty Burger still happened but instead of having all of his loved ones die in that tragic fate, he managed to save his best friends as well his sister. Vlad tried to take them in as a way to show his good faith as well as to show remorse for the things he had done and now trying to make it up to the children. At first, the trio and sister are skeptical as both siblings are the last remnants of his beloved Maddie. But he had proved himself to be a better person despite his quirks, which is his obsession that turned into some sort of protection/obsession/love towards the people he considered family after their deaths.

Danny is now free to enjoy his remaining human life before he joins the afterlife permanently. As much as he wanted to go and join NASA in space, he couldn’t even pass the physical exam to join the program. So, he took his sister’s advice to enjoy his life to the last bit this world has to offer. Even if he still wasn’t crowned king, he started acting king as well as attending various lessons to become king. Vlad offered Danny to be his heir at his company but he refused stating that being a king is already hard work. Add to the fact he had a limitless and infinite amount of funds that he could simply travel the world as many times as he wanted as well splurge money as if it was candy he would still have infinite funds in his treasury. He had joined his now daughter to enjoy the wonders of the world as well visiting and touring to the endless worlds that connected to the Infinite realms. But once he had finished his travels, he had exponentially grown into a fine man in his late 30s. Gaining Jack’s height whilst Maddie’s built, he is a very definition of a twink.

But he wanted to lay low, something mundane, something that can keep him busy as he was itching to do something ever since he returned to his hometown. As much as he had grown, he is still having the mind of an impulsive teen in his teens and threw a dart in which state to settle in and took a computer generator to choose which job to do.

Gotham and the janitor were the ones that showed up and landed a dart in. He thinks it is perfect as not many would be looking into a janitor.

He packed up his things and applied for a job in Gotham Academy as a janitor and immediately settled in his small apartment in Crime Alley when he received approval for his new job.

…

It has been a week in his new job and he couldn’t be prouder than being able to blend in without the use of his powers. Messing up his hair to make his head a rat’s nest as well as adding some soot in his face, hands, arms, and overalls to make him look like a homeless who had got the job out of pure luck as he kept his back hunch like Clark Kent, Yes he is not slick in hiding in plain sight as he had gotten away in inverted colors but those glasses are not doing a great job.

This new school year he felt that there has been a new buzz in the atmosphere as real Blood Wayne is now attending. The real son of Bruce Wayne one of the rumors said, he had observed in the far at the kid and he looked like his father aside from his colors.

He noticed the kid is not comfortable around the others who tried to talk to him. Broke some spoiled kid’s nose for talking too much about being friends in the right sort. Some girls tried to get close to him by touching his shoulder or being too near his bubble and broke the poor girl’s wrist. Talked too formally and weirdly that he didn’t have any friends aside from Superman’s son, honestly that poor disguise is being passed from Superman to the son at least Bruce Wayne has the sense to have separate personalities from his playboy persona to his Batman persona.

Honestly, he couldn’t even blame the kid for the things he had done that landed him in the principal’s office.

…

One day when he was taking his lunch in a hidden place in the academy when the door suddenly slammed open and quickly entered the Blood Prince aka Damian Wayne, and immediately relaxed at the door being shut. He quickly looked alarmed at the stranger in the same room but after telling to Damian that he is the school’s janitor by showing his id to prove immediately and visibly relaxed. But to Danny’s eyes, he still looked ready to pounce at Danny for breathing wrong.

A small grumble of stomach destroyed the tension in the room, as Damian Al Ghul Wayne began to feel embarrassed for not only forgetting his lunch, not noticing the janitor, and even being cornered by kids who wish him harm. Damian still didn’t understand why his father had forbade him to fight anyone who are disrespectful to him, leaving him no choice but to run like a coward. The janitor that he had seen a few times around the academy offered him his sandwich which he tries to deny as he is vegetarian, the janitor Daniel, pulled out a vegetarian sandwich that he kept, as he explained that it became a habit of him when his friend who is also a vegetarian forgot their lunch.

Reluctantly Damian received and thanked the janitor and hesitantly took a bite but was surprised at the flavor of the generous amount of vegetables as well as some substitutes that gave so much flavor. Then Daniel, call him Danny he insisted, and offered him a small Tupperware filled with various fruits as dessert. Both began to chat about mindless things up until the bell rang as a reminder at lunchtime ended. Danny called out that Damian is always welcome at this little hidden place to escape or just have a quiet time by himself, Damian just nodded silently and the next day Damian appeared at the door and asked for Danny’s permission to enter the room which Danny laughed and gestured Damian to enter.

From that day on a bond formed between the two.

Damian would spend his lunch breaks and free time in the safety of the hidden room and he is always greeted by Danny still in his soot-filled overalls and messy and rat-like hair in a corner. As they both eat their respective lunches each day, slowly but surely Damian became open to the humble janitor, He would pop different questions starting with the mundane and normal questions and about the vocabulary of normal teenagers that his brothers use some absurd words that left him frustrated at the meaning nor the action behind it. Danny happily answered Damian’s question as Damian would come home each day becoming a real boy.

This made some of the Wayne kids horrified at who taught this demon spawn what yeet means. Some cackled at what could they do to further corrupt Damian. Damian let the rest of his supposed siblings come up with whatever theory on how he learned such vocabulary as it was, he and Danny’s little island of secret and peace at school, away from his imbeciles of brothers as well his noisy classmates.

…

Danny stared at the piece of an envelope as if it had offended him. Vlad asked him if he could be his plus one at the upcoming Wayne gala for another charity by Bruce Wayne and since Brucie Wayne was not getting younger he had thrown a masquerade ball as a theme in the said gala since it was nearing the Halloween season. Danny had thought about denying the invite but with the thought of Vlad rarely asking Danny things he reluctantly called Sam. Despite distancing herself from her surname she kept some of her connections during her teens and got Danny a good tailor for a suit that resembles during the Victorian era with the color scheme black and silver add a toxic green and silver mask which he crafted himself that goes well with his suit that covers his entire upper face leaving his mouth and hair visible.

When Vlad picked him up, he noticed that he got him got slacked jawed at Danny’s overall appearance. Maybe it is because he had straightened up his back and showed his real height, maybe it’s because of his tiny waist that is visible despite wearing a full vest and suit or maybe it is because of the mysterious air that Danny seemed to surround him with as he demands command and respect just standing silently as he let Vlad gawk and compare between the badger and feral little shit during his teenage years to the person sitting across the limousine looking like a noble right out of the Victorian era.

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Bruce didn’t pick for tonight’s gala theme but due to Dick’s insistence that Damian never actually experienced a masquerade ball along with Jason’s persuasion to attend the gala so that he could live out his nerd self-made, Bruce made it real. Now all of his children are scattered and he could see Tim at the edge of the window the verge of passing out. Dick drags Damian to enjoy the theme while Jason is releasing his inner theater kid using the other higher population of Gotham as his supposed audience for his dramatics. Since no one can see which masked guests contain the Waynes made it is easier to ignore and evade both media as well the upper socialite of Gotham.

He was about to grab a glass of champagne from the tray of a passing waiter when he fainted slipping to enter his Brucie persona when he was immediately grabbed from his waist as if to watch him.

As he is about to thank the man for catching him, he wasn’t about to slip, when he suddenly forgot how to talk.

A man a lot taller than Bruce himself has a slim build but Bruce could see some muscles that seem show themselves just for Bruce to see through, wearing a Victorian-style suit that seemed to complement the mask that covers the man’s entire upper face showing for Bruce to see a wolfish grin at him as a fluffy amount of hair rests on top of the man.

The man introduced himself as Nightgale and both men seemed to hit off. Both felt comfortable in each other’s company so they both escaped the main lobby that contains the guests as they both chat amicably at the porch without noticing the cold wind bothering the two. Bruce never once went into his Brucie persona nor he felt the man was lying.

Bruce was about to introduce himself when he heard the loud crashing of the window allowing Joker and his goons to enter the gala thus destroying the mood.

Bruce didn’t let it show but he is annoyed at the Joker’s timing as he tried to escape to change into Batman. Suddenly Nightgale grabbed him by the wrist and carried him outside bridal style, Bruce didn’t suddenly feel his heartbeat suddenly getting faster he didn’t feel his ears getting warmer as Nightgale seem to carry him out to safety, no he didn’t. Some goons tried to stop the two but Nightgale continued after he had quickly disposed of the goons that blocked their way. He didn’t feel his heart skip a beat at the fact that this man seemed to protect Bruce, the Batman like he was some princess in need of saving.

Both he and Nightgale suddenly found themselves in a hidden garden that only the Waynes knew of. Bruce didn’t feel his breath taken away by this mysterious man when he let Bruce onto his feet once again as the moon shines at them making Nightgale look so ethereal.

As soon as Nightgale heard the stroke of midnight he left Bruce after kissing the back of his hand as he kneeled in revelry.

Bruce didn’t freeze at the spot; Bruce didn’t get himself tranced at the event and had Alfred fetch him and drove him back to the manor. Bruce didn’t act like a girl in high school, squealing at having her crush notice her and ask her out as he sat behind the car back to the manor.

After teasing their father at his predicament, they are now invested in the man who seemingly took their father’s attention as well as able to develop some sort of crush on him at the gala. Jason is fully invested as he read too many novels and now sees Bruce as a main character in need of help to find his prince charming.

Danny is just minding his own business as he kept sneezing at random times and asked himself if the dead can get sick.

…

PS: If someone out there wanted to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

#dc #dc x dp prompt #dc x dp #Danny Phantom #danny fenton #bruce wayne

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witchofthesouls · 5 months

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AHHHH, I KEEP THINKING ABOUT IT!

Okay, I think the handling TFP/Aligned Orion Pax was weakened by the background inconsistencies that were supposed to ground his personality and motivations.

And that's why Orion Pax can come off as an asshole, weirdly tone deaf, or very naive, yet deep inside the revolution as a competent head.

It's as if the writers took so many cool things to prop up the guy, but let it compete with "How Orion Pax and Megatronus were Different" and made a mess.

And, depending on your view, it either was half-heartedly addressed or done masterfully.

Saltysaltdog did a really great analysis on Megatron's feelings of betrayal and humiliation of letting Orion Pax so close to everything, and it's found here: click

The biggest gripe I have with the whole thing with the characterization of Orion Pax is twofold: 1) the writers didn't leverage Orion Pax's unique, and let's be honest, precarious position, and 2) didn't expand deeper the fundamental differences that essentially broke Orion Pax and Megatron apart and started that catastrophic civil war.

The setup is there. Megatron and Orion Pax are distorted mirrors of each other. The major differences are driven by what was socially appropriate for them to consider as pathways.

The Cybertron that came to was deep in the grips of a well-established and well-entrenched caste system. In that kind of society, it isn't just money that decrees social mobility. The very hierarchy of the society is driven by cultural and religious norms on the "worthiness" of each group at various set levels. And from that "worth," it not only dictates the rights of the members in a caste but decrees the appropriate behavior and outlets as well as dictates how relationships between members of different castes are maintained.

So Orion Pax is a giant "FUCK YOU" to all of that. His very presence would have pissed off so many parties that isn't funny.

As in, I honestly believe he's alive because his initial seclusion from civilization had given him key skills and behaviors that saved his ass and Alpha Trion's personal care.

Yes. There would have been bullying. Yes. There would be complete resentment and hatred. Yes. There would have been social orstracism from his own colleagues.

Even individuals who are lumped with him as "caste climbers" or just sympathetic/pitying would have stayed away by the dangers of their own reputation being tainted.

"You're nothing but a bauble and an ornament. Merely a prized pet for Alpha Trion. One day, he'll lose interest, and that day, you'll go back to where you belong."

Orion Pax flaunted all the appropriate ways of inclusion to their occupation and way of life. He doesn't have a frame or a specialized ability that's related to information. He has no achievements, no accolades, and doesn't even have a sponsored education from a prestigious university or any useful connections.

Orion Pax is both an outsider and a representative. He needs to be extremely mindful of everything: his words, his tone, his body language, his own work... are all subject to scrutiny.

(And it either shows his sneakiness that he's able to shake off all eyes when he descends down to the gladiatorial game, his ability to lie by omission or obfuscation, or his colleagues relief with him out of sight.)

That very grey area would have left deep impressions on him. It would explain his passiveness, the perceptiveness, the way he speaks, and the careful plans he quietly does by the sides in a need-to-know basis.

Violence can come in many forms. And in a world where your worth is tied to your caste, then Orion Pax should be deeply familiar with the various ways it can be soft, sweet, and utterly insidious. A velvet wrapped steel glove. A dagger from the shadows. A poisonous treat. A deal of bad faith. A betrayl from a kind face.

Remember: Ratchet went through the proper channels and with the appropriate frame to match his function. Of course, he has that shield against so many grievances and injustices as well as many prejudices that color his perceptions. Look at the differences in how he recounts the brotherhood between Megatronus and Orion Pax and the outcome of before the High Council.

Orion is both given privileges that Megatron and his cohort wouldn't have, but it's also a noose around his neck. He is severely handicapped by Alpha Trion's deliberate meddling to keep the reincarnated Thirteen/the Matrix's newest Prime nearby and simultaneously well-informed and in the dark.

Unlike the miner-turned-gladiator, Orion doesn't have that option for bloodsport. His too low-caste for the avenues of security by the high-caste, but too high-caste to partake in the low-caste culture. It's acceptable for them to be physically violent, to be in bloodsport, to solve their grievances with their fists.

It's vastly different to the complete ruination of an individual's life that Orion got thrown into the deep end: reputation, finances, personal and professional relationships, involuntary reformat... The power games of the higher-castes are completely different ball-game.

He's stuck with his own thoughts because there's no way he can voice doubts to Alpha Trion (the mech who gave him such a position, advice, and unrestricted access to the archives) nor to his colleagues (who either hate his guts or would sell the information because information is power and the Hall of Records is a major point of power).

Look at the people he attaches himself to. They're rather straightforward: Megatronus, Ratchet, Jazz, Bumblebee, Arcee...

He's drawn to their ease yet still holds himself in a certain degree of formality because that's how he managed to survive in a snake pit. And that's too deeply ingrained into him at that point. People read that negatively. Megatron once saw that but didn't understand what it truly meant. Megatron saw his willingness to give up so much and his privileges, but he didn't understand the extent of the scars that Orion mentally and emotionally has.

Ratchet would be one of the few that really perceives that. The medic may not fully understands but he keeps trying, and the war eventually breaks down the barriers.

It would make so much sense about his strange notions, why he doesn't allow Megatron explore "his" world, why he keeps everything to himself, why he relatively comfortable with others outside his "caste."

This guy would literally ruminate the entire work day (both legal and subversive) until he fell asleep after rechecking the locks 27365837 times so an assassin or unfortunate "pet" didn't come into his room.

This could explain why he basically highjacked the damn meeting. Orion Pax has unrestricted access to many records. He knows his history. He can read between the lines. His A-game was on, especially in this endeavor.

Was it a well-intentioned plan to draw fire to himself because he had Alpha Trion’s strange degree of protection compared to the others? Was it panic because he knew all the ways to kill a person until death was mercy? Was it Plan 27-b because he thought all the ways it could go wrong? Was it his well-honed instinct demanding him to divert and pacify, but careful with the words (soft and fluttering with hidden danger with what is unsaid) to keep avenues open because to have the Primacy bestowed upon them would be an honor and completely legitimized the movement? Did he see the noose closing around Megatron and couldn't bear witness to have it strangle him, too?!

There's so much going on here. It all hinges on cultural absorption and clashes and the meddling by an ancient fart of an oracle, and it's just so tragically fascinating.

#transformers #transformer prime #tfp #orion pax #alpha trion #megatron #ratchet #cybertronian culture #maccadam #my thoughts #analysis #the shit that could have been explored #i got some weird feelings about the golden age and alpha trion's role in all of it

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Workplace Hazard

author note: i'm breaking my accidental writing hiatus bc I was watching TV and got inspired 😭 accidental mafia AU I guess bc I feel like it's given that Jade is probably going to be in some sort of shady occupation no matter what.

characters: Jade Leech x GN!Reader

When your partner works in a... Less than ordinary profession, there are certain risks involved.

You began your relationship with Jade Leech when you were in college. You both attended the prestigious Night Raven College, in the same year and in the same homeroom class. You were all too aware of his shady reputation and how he was considered one of the most intimidating figures in the college. Yet despite this, you found yourself entwined with Jade, your interests and personalities bringing the two of you together in a relationship that would transcend the cultural gap and difficulties that often persisted between merfolk and human couples.

When you both graduated from college, you went on to a career that blossomed from your fourth year internship whilst Jade carried on to closely work with Azul and his twin. Azul's humble Monstro Lounge grew into a service empire that encompassed ventures ranging from hotels and resorts, all of which Jade worked closely with as Azul's right hand man. Of course, Azul's under the table deals and predatory contracts flourished under the cover of Azul's corporation. Azul's public image considered him as a successful bachelor and a benevolent soul, but those who were unfortunate enough to not be able to fulfill their end of the contract had a different opinion. To them, Azul and his associates were a despicable mafia prettily gift wrapped in an illuminous reputation.

Jade Leech is considered a formidable and prominent presence both under the sea and on land. Employed officially as Azul's secretary, he also works as Azul's trusted right hand during his seedier operations. Such delicate work meant that Jade had accumulated quite the pool of enemies. And some of those enemies thought the best way to get back at Jade, was to get to you...

You had been waiting for Jade to come home, finishing up some of your work in your home office with an impatient sigh. Jade had said he was coming home days ago, yet he still hadn't showed. His messages were scarce and vague, filling you with a festering frustration that was slowly eroding away the edges of your patience.

A soft thump alerted you to a presence, and your eyes narrowed as you looked up from your work.

"Jade?" You called, reaching under your desk and discreetly pressing the button beneath the polished surface, your hand then slipping into your desk drawer.

"What time do you call this? You said you would be home days ago." You seethed, walking out of your office and making your way through your dimly lit apartment towards the front door. A quick, shadowed movement in your periphery has your head twitching to the side. "Jade...?" You repeated, feeling tense with the continued silence, a cold feeling crawling up your spine as you hesitated before a shadowed figure suddenly lunged quickly towards you.

....

Jade slid his house key into the front door smoothly, a constant low level vibration sounding from his phone in his inside pocket, alerting him of the panic alarm activated in his home. He twisted the key calmly, pushing open the door and entering without haste, closing the door with gentle precision.

"Darling, I'm home." Jade spoke in his smooth baritone, hanging his hat up on the coat hanger by the door. There was no response.

"I apologise, my love. Work has been terribly complicated at the moment. I do hope you could find it in yourself to forgive me." Jade continued, his polished shoes clacking through the hardwood floors of your shared apartment. Again, no response.

Jade's steps took him towards the lounge. As he entered, he saw a figure crumpled on the floor, their hands tied behind their back and their legs bound together. Another figure sat in an armchair in front of the bound figure, a baton twirling between their fingers as they looked up at Jade.

"Am I a joke to you, Leech?"

Jade's eyes lingered on the figure on the floor before they looked up at the seated silhouette with a smile on his face.

"Of course not, pearl. I would never dare to not take you seriously." Although his smile was genuine, it did have a hint of teasing to it, as if he enjoyed the thought of you all riled up. You tutted, your eyes remaining on the squirming figure at your feet before they moved to glare up at Jade.

"You said we'd go to dinner yesterday but you never turned up. I looked like a fool in that restaurant, all alone." You ranted bitterly, your lips pressed in a tight line.

"My apologies, pearl. Some clients can be so... Difficult," he crossed the room, stepping over the quivering figure, as if they weren't even there, so he could stand directly in front of you, "perhaps such misunderstandings would not occur if you attended one of Azul's restaurants, per my suggestion. I'd be able to get messages to you much easier that way." Your expression soured at that.

"I should be able to go to whatever restaurant I feel like when I've planned a dinner with my partner." You huffed, turning your face away from him and thumping the baton into your palm in frustration.

You felt the familiar feeling of smooth leather cup your chin gently as Jade's hand softly tilted your face back towards him, his eyes tender as he gazed down at you. "I'm sorry, darling. I'll endeavour for it to not happen again. It pains me to miss any precious moment with you."

You didn't soften at his words, continuing to pout and glare up at him, making a warm, fond smile spread across his lips. Jade leaned down, his hand still cupping your chin as he stooped so that his face hovered close to yours as he spoke quietly, "how about we go to dinner now? I discovered a restaurant with a fascinating menu you'd appreciate. I'm sure I could persuade them to stay open a few hours later than usual..." His thumb stroked over your bottom lip as he spoke, a loving gesture as he watched the worst of your wrath extinguish in your eyes, but the coals of discontent still simmering.

"Let me devote myself to you and make it up to you," he promised, his lips pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead before he stood straight again, "but first, let me deal with this complication." His hand reached into his inside pocket as he pulled out his phone and speed dialled a number, stepping away from you and over the body on the carpet casually.

"Floyd." The bound figure immediately stiffened when it heard that name. "Can you come over? There has been a situation," Jade said smoothly, "there is a wayward remora here but unfortunately, I am terribly late for dinner so I cannot entertain them. I wonder if you could keep them company for me."

There was a pause, the room silent apart from the buzz of Floyd's voice through the phone as he spoke to Jade. For the first time since Jade had entered the lounge, his eyes slid down to the bound figure at his feet, the tender look in his eyes long gone as he stared down at the figure with hard eyes and a cold smile.

"But don't be too rough with them. I'd like to play with them too."

#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst jade #jade leech #jade leech x reader #jade leech x y/n

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WHO DUNNIT MBS CHALLENGE: The Interview

Sticky received the letter months ago, but had never acted on it. Indecision was the primary party responsible for his inaction, but Curtain’s Ten Men has been kind enough to provide him with a convenient excuse for delay by breaking out of prison. When everything had finally been resolved, he’d assumed the window of opportunity had passed. Surely they would have found someone else to fill the position, and he could move on with his life without ever confronting that uncertainty. In this assumption, he was wrong. One morning, Sticky Washington was distributing mail to the proper recipients within the Benedict house when he discovered a letter from Acriton Chemical Testing addressed to himself. It was identical in every way to the earlier letter, exclaiming how “thrilled” the prestigious laboratory was to interview him for an “exclusive” head research position.

From the moment he’d slit the paper seal, his fate had been decided. Sticky Washington would interview for the job. If he had truly wanted to decline, he knew his family would have still supported him, but Sticky couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t take the opportunity. For everything he’d been through, for all the times he’d thought he would never live to see his 18th birthday, Sticky refused to let his fear keep him from this. He owed it to himself to apply.

Now, he sat alone, simply waiting inside Acriton’s industrial headquarters. The room he was in was sparse of both furniture and comfort. Resting on the gray carpet was just one table, two lightly cushioned chairs, and a dying houseplant that silently begged Sticky for a drop of water. He took pity on the poor thing and gave it a splash from his bottle. Besides his own thoughts, the only sound in the room was the steady hum of the air conditioning system, which was chilling Sticky thoroughly. He thought ruefully of his mother’s insistence he take a jacket with him. At the time, he’d declined, insisting on professional dress and pointing out the warm weather. Now, however, he was wondering when he’d ever learn to start listening to her. Deprived of mental occupation, Sticky’s senses focused on the increasingly vivid, lemony scent of carpet cleaner. It smelled nearly identical to the one his father used when renovating homes. Mr. Washington’s was a powerful bleach, capable of removing any sort of stain or blemish: dirt, juice, paint, even blood.

The door opened. In stepped a smiling, elderly man Sticky had seen on the brochure. Dr. Arnold, he recalled.

“Doctor,” he extended his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” “Haha! Good firm shake you’ve got there.” The man let go and flexed his hand approvingly. “You’re Sticky Washington?” “Well, it’s only my friends and family that use my nickname. I mainly go by George.” “Hm. Very well, George. Have a seat.”

Sticky went to pull out his chair, but it caught on a bump in the carpet and nearly tipped over. A flush rose to his face as he caught it, but Dr. Arnold appeared not to have even noticed, his mind working away at some inner calculations, gaze locked on Sticky.

“So Sticky—” “George.” “So George,” the doctor corrected. “You know why you’re here, yes?” “I was under the impression that I’m here for a background check.” “Yes, yes” Doctor Arnold waved a hand dismissively. “Security and formality and such. Always a bother, but a necessity. We can’t just welcome any old fellow in here, you know? Our work is of critical importance.” “Of course. I appreciate your structure.” This he said with complete honesty. “I understand how my history could raise a few alarms, but I am honored that you still considered me for the position.” “No need for humility, George. We would be fools to turn you down after seeing your extensive portfolio of independent studies.” A flicker of pride swelled in Sticky. He reached into his bag and began to draw out a collection of papers. “I’m glad to hear you were impressed,” Sticky said. “Here, I’ve got the proper documents with me; all officially authorized. They should account for any concerns.” Sticky passed the papers over to Doctor Arnold. He gave them a cursory glance, skimming their titles, and then he tossed them over his shoulder with a light throw. Sticky watched as they scattered, gliding slowly through the air before settling on the ground. He opened his mouth, but found he had nothing to say and closed it, waiting for an explanation.

Doctor Arnold folded his arms and reclined. “I’m not interested in paperwork, George. Too tedious. Gives me a migraine. I’d rather hear the facts straight from you.” “Oh, well, if that’s what you prefer.” “It is. Tell me about the infamous Ledroptha Curtain.”

Sticky, who’d been fully prepared to launch into a discussion of his radioactive byproducts research, hesitated. “I beg your pardon?” “Tell me about him. What he was like, what your interactions constituted of, what your impressions of him were…” “My impressions?” “Yes.” “Well I can’t say I’m terribly fond of him. He seemed like a nice fellow besides the whole mind-control thing. And the kidnappings and the cover ups and the—.”

Dr. Arnold snickered, the creases on his wrinkled face doubling. A chill crept up Sticky’s spine. “Come on, George,” He smiled, “You can do better than that.” “I don’t know what you want from me.” “What was the Whisperer like? Did you see it? Feel it? Use it?” “How do you know all this? This is confidential—” “I’m your friend, Sticky.” That name, his name, felt wrong. Wrong in this man’s mouth. It was a mushy, rotten, poisonous word.

“Were you afraid, George?” Sticky looked up and met the doctor’s gaze. “Yes,” he paused. “Yes, I was afraid, of course I was afraid.” “Are you afraid right now?” For the first time in many years, Sticky felt the urge to polish his glasses, but didn’t dare allow himself to flinch. “No,” He whispered.

Dr. Arnold watched him intently for a moment, assessing his veracity, before relaxing with yet another irritating laugh. Sticky fought the urge to ask what was so hilarious. “Very well, Mr. Washington. That will be all for now.” Dr. Arnold rose from his chair and smoothed the creases of his lab coat. “If you’ll just wait here a moment more, we can finalize the details of your employment and…”

“That won’t be needed.” The words left him in a rush. Dr. Arnold turned back to him, confused. “I beg your pardon?” “I haven’t the faintest idea who you think you are, but I want nothing to do with you. Give the job to someone else.” Sticky got up from his chair and began moving towards the door. “George, come back. I’m sorry—” Dr. Arnold caught his arm. Sticky turned to him with a steely glare. “I’m not.” He yanked his arm from the man’s grasp and pushed out of the room.

Several people in the starkly clean hallway beyond jumped as he came striding out, Dr. Arnold close behind him. Men toting clipboards and women pushing unwieldy carts of chemicals all stepped aside as their boss chased after the new recruit. “George, this is the opportunity of a lifetime!” He called after Sticky. “Don’t care.” “No one could do the job like you!” “Too bad.” “Sticky…”

Sticky had reached the end of the hallway. He rested a hand on the door that led out into the parking lot. Turning back he saw every set of eyes locked on him, including those of Dr. Arnold, who had finally abandoned his grin. “Sticky please. I can’t let you leave. Don’t force my hand.”

This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. Sticky had spent weeks, months, imagining this day. Stepping into the future, making a difference. Acriton Chemical Testing was supposed to be the resolution to all the wandering thrums of his heart that ached for purpose. But even here, with all his hopes realized, there rose that familiar undercurrent of malice that threatened to sweep him away from all the people he held dear.

“Thank you for your kind offer.” His voice reverberated through the still hallway. “But I’m afraid I must decline.”

“Don’t walk out that door, Sticky.” The doctor warned.

Sticky smiled apologetically. He opened the door. And just as the warm August air enveloped him, the most peculiar thing happened. Everything went dark.

#the mysterious benedict society #tmbs #who dun it mbs challenge #sticky washington #warnings for some hurt #who dunnit 2 electraboogaloo

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shinmiyovvi · 10 months

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「Call of Duty Black Ops Zombies Oc Information: Main Ocs (Ultimis)」

NAME: Valena Villanueva

FULL NAME: Meliciana Valena B. Villanueva

AGE: 37

HEIGHT: 5"11

DATE OF BIRTH: November 21, XXXX

PLACE OF BIRTH: Tondo, Manila, Philippines

NATIONALITY: Filipino

LANGUAGES:

English

Filipino

Spanish

Japanese

ALIASES:

Valena

Val

Licia (By Marcel, Javier, and Leonora)

Meli (By Armando)

Ate (By Agatha)

Vally (By Ultimis Richtofen)

Mrs. Nightingale

La Demonyo

The Fallen Angel

OCCUPATION:

Nurse (Formerly)

Nurse Corps Reserve Member

AFFILIATIONS:

US Army, Army Nurse Corps, Nurse Corps Reserve, Ultimis, Primis

RELATIONSHIPS:

(Note: The names that are crossed out are considered as deceased)

VILLANUEVA-BUENAVISTA FAMILY

Ernesto Villanueva (Father)

Lumina Buenavista (Mother)

Carmelita Agatha B. Villanueva (Younger sister)

FRIENDS:

Marcelito Gonzalez (Childhood friend)

Armando Gonzalez (Childhood friend)

Leonora Sanchez (Childhood friend)

Javier Serrano (Childhood friend)

ULTIMIS:

Edward Richtofen (Complicated ally)

Tank Dempsey (Ally)

Nikolai Belinski (Complicated ally, potential love interest)

Takeo Masaki (Ally)

Gong Ji Eun (Ally)

Arthur Frensby (Ally)

Dragomir Ostrowski (Ally, friend)

PERSONALITY:

Licia is an aggressive, cold-hearted and vexed, yet cunning, serious, and intelligent woman. She likes to be alone rather than with her allies with an exception of being with Dragomir and take a smoke together to relax at some point. She is focus and a fighter herself ever since she got into a fight with thugs when her friend Armando got hurt. Before the events of the Aether timeline, Licia was a caring and loving daughter and sister to her family and very relaxed but sometimes she gets a bit frustrated whenever Marcel, Armando, or Javier get into some trouble. Lena, her Primis counterpart, tends to point out her personality not suitable for being a medic which she calls Licia "The Fallen Angel". She doesn't like getting hugs or simply hates physical touch in general but deep down, she isn't used to get a lot of affection after the death of her family and Armando which makes her distant to others.

BACKGROUND:

Licia is the eldest daughter of the Villanueva-Buenavista Family as she is born in Tondo, Manila, Philippines. Being the eldest, she is a responsible sister to her sibling Agatha as she is also an intelligent one. Licia was praised for her academic performance in school in which she aims to be enrolled in one of the prestigious schools in the country. Licia met Marcel and his cousin Armando, who has a crush on her, in a furniture shop where her father was looking for a brand new closet. In highschool, she met Javier and Leonora who was in the same section that she was in and made friends with the two. She is mostly the one who would back up the boys whenever they get in trouble and later scolds the three for causing some problems by getting into fights from thugs. Years later, Licia became a nurse and wanted to proceed to become a doctor. While she was trying to, the war broke out in the country as she went to join the Nurse Corps Reserve. Her family was at Bataan where they were staying at her aunt's house as the Japanese took the province. Licia was also caught while trying to hide from them as she was part of the Bataan Death March where she met her friend Armando as he was plotting to escape and ran to the nearest forest possible to hide from the Japanese. Licia agreed as she and her friend saw Marcel and Javier was also caught and involved on the march. The 4 successfully escaped as they ran on the forest soon after, but Licia saw her family are about to get killed and tries to save them, but it was too late. Armando stopped her and the twi rides a horse that they saw and flee from their captors. Licia was devastated as she felt guilty for not saving her family, Armando tries his best to comfort Licia for the lost of her family. They went on to look for Marcel and Licia until the both of them were ambushed by the Japanese as they tried to hide from them, Licia was holding her rifle as Armando looks at her and tells her his feelings before giving her a kiss then went to distract the Japanese for Licia to escape. She ran as far as she could but still was captured by the Japanese. She saw Armando getting killed as she was taken away from him soon after. She was imprisoned and tortured as she begins to breakdown to tears as she slowly loses hope while she was sent to be experimented by Division 9, then to be sent once more to Group 935. She later joins with Richtofen with 0 trust on him and tries to plot on killing him, together with Arthur and Dragomir.

#call of duty zombies #cod zombies #codz #cod zombies oc #codz oc #codz oc info #original character #ultimis main ocs #valena villanueva #ultimis val #The fact that Armando and Licia was a potential ship never came to sail hurts my soul #I wanna see them being together with Marcel as the rather supportive cousin and friend #But we must follow what my brain tells me to do so this will just be some sort of Au for her

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(Davika Hoorne) [THE SALUBRIOUS]. Please welcome [IVY CHAMBERLAIN (SHE/HER)] to Huntsville, WV. They are an [30]-year-old [RESIDENT] who lives in [TOWN]. You may see them around working as a [ART TEACHER AT HUNTSVILLE HIGH]. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

BASICS

NAME: Ivy Chamberlain AGE: 30 BIRTHDATE: March 18th SIGN: Pisces LABEL: THE SALUBRIOUS ― someone good, forgiving and understanding. can also be used for someone who cares for their and others health and well-being. GENDER: Cisfemale ORIENTATION: Demisexual OCCUPATION: art teacher LOCATION: Huntsville

PHYSICAL

HAIR: dark brown EYES: honey brown HEIGHT: 5’9″ MARKINGS: flower tattoo on her wrist x

FAMILY

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single SIBLINGS: none PARENTS: deceased

SKILLS

PHYSICAL PROWESS: She looks pretty petite, and average. She does however have toned muscle calves, as she likes to be active and run. SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, thai, Latin HOBBIES: Listening to music, going to all kinds of events, watching movies. ABILITIES: she knows basic self defense, and what to do if she was ever in danger. however she is great on acting right in the moment, fight or flight. she can handle pressure and is very calm.

TRAITS

POSITIVE: determined, loyal, assertive, passionate, daydreamer, organized NEGATIVE: distant, reserved, overthinker, blunt, naïve, stubborn

PREFERENCES

COLORS: Fall like colors, red, brown, yellow, whatever she feels in the mood to wear. she goes with the flow. SMELLS: cinnamon bread, coffee, hot chocolate. Home cooked meals. She loves cleaning, so making things smell new, using scented soap, or when she does laundry. DRINKS: Drinks lightly, a few beers. But she loves iced teas, lemonades, smoothies. FOOD: she’ll eat anything, except certain seafoods.

CHARACTERS:

HUMAN : Elena Gilbert Disney princess: Jasmine Friends : Rachel

FEARS: to fail herself or others. She hasn’t truly accepted that she’s truly alone. TRIGGERS : n/a

BIO - tw mentions of adoption

Growing up, she lived in a beautiful place, prestigious side, there was so much to see and she was able to see it all. Ivy enjoyed that, she was always on the go, and if she didn’t know a certain path, she made it her goal to study it, and memorize it. Her mind was open, she was quick to catch on to many things. This made her excel in her studies. She was the honor student of her class, and she knew she wanted to do something in business. Every day she’d take a shortcut to school, and find herself listening to the people in town playing music. Sometimes instrumental, and others acapella. She found that sound, she was drawn to, and like she was connected to the people.

She knew at a young age that she was adopted into the Chamberlain family. that didn't make her feel left out, or abandoned. If anything, her family chose her right? she eventually began University and had to learn to grow up on her own. it wasn't anything new considering her parents did whatever it was they felt like. the only person she could rely on was Freya--but even that was short-lived. Ivy decided to study art, she loved paintings and she felt as though art could transport a person back in time. since she went her separate way from Freya, that didn't mean she wanted them to be out of touch, unfortunately with Freya excelling in her career (or so Ivy thought). ivy realized there wasn't room for her in Freya's life.

After graduating college, she decided to move and found herself coming back to Huntsville when the storm hit, life wasn’t the same. Hearing about all these people passing, and that creatures still lurked at night, she was still plagued with fear. She tries to be hopeful, and positive, but that can only go on for so long.

PERSONALITY

Ivy can tend to be reserved at times, she is observant and would rather listen. she likes to see what is going on before jumping to conclusions. when she is in deep thought, she can appear to seem like she is ignoring someone. that is not the case. however, she is not afraid to say what she wants. she is passionate in her love for the arts and loves teaching the kids at the high school.

CONNECTIONS

Worth fighting for (x-inspo) : someone she was close to, and they became distant. They were close enough that they could have been something. But the distance separated them. Let me be your shelter (x-inspo): Ivy trusts your muse, she didn’t think she could have a real connection, but she feels safe around you. That is enough for her. Hurricane (x-inspo): she hasn’t made the right choices along the way. Your muse could have been a fling, or something to pass the time. Though oddly you two are good friends. A part of me (x - inspo): this person is like a true sibling to you. They understand you and frankly, you’re happy to have them in your life.

more to add later

#huntsvilleintro #intro #intro: ivy #tw mentions of adoption

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At Someone’s Beck and Call

Word Count: 2 ,608

Notes: Takes place during chapter 22 of Riftan POV

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Riftan felt a lump start to form in his chest as he watched the imposing gates of Cryoso Castle slowly crept closer. It was a sight he never had wished to see again. He should be back at home, back at Anatol. The thought of staying away even one more day didn’t sit right for him. Yet, here he was. Forced to be paraded around for the duke and the Eastern nobles for one whole month.

He knew the only reason why he held that land was for formality’s sake, to set him up as the next commander of the Remdragon Knights but he took on his role of protecting his lands with pride. The half a year of fending off raiders from Dristan had been the longest he had ever been from his lands.

I should be there.

Riftan hated the thought of having to potentially cozy up to the nobles. Even more so he hated how Ursuline Ricaydo keeps trying to convince him to stay away from Anatol even longer than necessary just to gain another title. He doubt that the son of such a prestigious noble family could ever understand someone being satisfied with being just a landed knight. You could call him entitled or ignorant, Riftan would just call him stubborn.

Out of the four hundred members of the Remdragon Knights, Ursuline was possibly one of the most determined to get Riftan to take the place of their commander, Evan Triton.

It didn’t feel right.

It wasn’t his age that bothered him, at twenty two he was considered a man, nor the fact he had only joined their ranks four years ago. It was his blood that made him hesitate, made him fear he would bring down the reputation Triton had worked so hard on. Thanks to his dark complexion, there was little in the way of hiding the fact he was a half-breed. He was seen as tainted by southern pagan blood and most nobles made no move to hide their disdain for it, for him. How could that not affect the Remdragon’s reputation.

The only hang up was was the unwritten law of the Remdragon Knights. The hierarchy within the order was purely determined by skill not by birth. Even if he refused the position, the others would not likely accept it, Triton wouldn’t stand for it. Riftan knew the man wasn’t ignorant, he knew what being a half-breed meant to most people yet the man seemed determined to ignore it while Riftan was determined to keep the Remdragon’s standing in tact. No one would truly want someone with his face to lead.

A grub should keep to the ground. Looking higher will only bring misfortune.

Riftan smirked to himself.

His stepfather’s warnings have always stuck close to his heart. A perfect way to ground himself whenever he felt like looking up. He had nearly ignored the mans words several times, whenever she was involved. Riftan was just lucky to have headed his words before he made himself too miserable.

They would always just be illusions, magic. It would never be real. She could never be real, only a memory.

The lump in Riftan’s chest swelled until it reached a new intensity at the thought of her. He tried to will it away but them arriving at the gates did little to help.

Triton must have sense his uneasiness and gave Riftan a bitter smile.

“Try not to be so obvious about your disdain of the aristocrats. It would be best not to make an enemy of the Eastern nobles, especially the duke of Croyso.”

“You worry for nothing.” Riftan replied dryly, “How could he acknowledge me as an enemy when I am not even human in his eyes?”

The commander turned to the front once more, his expression somber. At least the man wasn't denying Riftan's words.

The knights crested the gentle slope that led to the castle. The Croyso sentries, who had been awaiting their arrival, swung them wide open as the knights approached as the sound of bells from the castle’s clock tower rang out, as if it was to alert the occupants of their arrival and not the time.

“Finally,” Hebaron muttered. “I can’t wait to eat and drink as much as I want.”

The burly knight’s voice brimming with anticipation was nearly drowned out by a ringing.

Riftan took a sharp breath, every one of his senses was set on edge. It had been ten years since he had last been here. Old memories, unwanted memories, stirred awake at every familiar sight. His eyes caught sight of the shrubs and colorful flowers lining the paved path. Their blooms reminding him of the withered crown he had tossed onto the road.

After dismounting and entrusting the reins to the servants, the knights climbed the marble steps in single file. They passed through arched doors that towered nearly six meters (20 ft) high and found themselves in a hall glowing golden in the light of a thousands candles.

The expansive space seemed to contain every luxury one could possibly imagine. A chandelier hung from the domed ceiling, illuminating everything below, and each window was fitted with expansive glass. Riftan found himself scrutinizing nearly everything while trying his best not to compare it to his own home. He cared for Anatol, but set it next to Croyso castle and anyone would laugh.

“I have heard the victorious news. You have done well.” rang out a haughty voice.

The duke sauntered down the stairs escorted by his personal guards and began to talk to Triton. Riftan tuned him out as he continued to look around the space, finding his skin crawling with each new detail of wealth discovered.

Dozens of servants started to scurry down the stairs so suddenly brought him back from his thoughts. The knights soon followed them across the grand hall while a group of giggling noblewomen observed them from the second-floor landing.

Riftan wondered if they were the wives of the knights and nobles attending the banquet. Feeling like a spectacle, he scowled in irritation. It was at that moment that his gaze snagged on the woman who stood at the end of the hallway.

Riftan felt the world stand still. Although the shadows she was hiding in made it impossible to distinguish her face, he could tell that her hair was as dark as red wine. He gulped through his constricted throat as he unwittingly took a step toward her. It had to be her,who else would have hair like that?

To his delight the woman seemed to grow curious as well. She tilted her head to the side, causing her impossibly red hair to cascade and dance around her. With hesitant steps, she started to come out from the shadows. He could feel his promise of not searching her out, of not giving into any more illusions slipping away as her features started to become clearer. Just as he was about to get a better look at her Gabel’s voice brought him back.

"Is something amiss?" Gabel Lachzion was looking at Riftan with a quizzical expression. Riftan managed to regain his composure and turned around.

“No, it’s nothing.”

What was he thinking. There was no telling if the woman was her or not. Regardless of the answer, it was none of his concern. He strode away while berating himself for dwelling on a decade-old memory.

Don’t choose misery

Even when he was back in his room, however, his anxiety did not go away. He tried to wash away the sinking feeling in his gut, but the cool water did little to still his mind.

I don’t want to be here.

It was a childish thought but one he couldn't ignore. All this place held was bitter memories. If Riftan had it his way he would stay locked up in this room until the visit was over. The only issue was that the view out the window also seemed to mock him.

With just one glance outside he could spot the path he would take while hauling carts of horse dung and firewood. It suddenly occurred to him how much his life had changed while everything here seemed to have stayed the same. The gardens, the castle, the damned clock tower, all was the same as he remembered.

A bitter smirk played his lips as he thought of the woman in the hall.

As much as he wanted it to be her, it made little sense. She is the daughter of a powerful duke. Her place would be at court not here.

Lost in thought, he was vacantly staring out the window when the commander’s voice came through the door.

“May I come in?”

Letting out a sigh, Riftan turned away from the view and lazily opened the door to find a rather unsettling sight. Triton standing in immaculate, banquet-ready attire that made Riftan cringe.

The commander swept his eyes over Riftan and sighed. “I knew I’d find you like this. Look at the state of you.”

Riftan squinted down at his attire. He had on the sturdiest and cleanest pieces in his possession. Considering the last time they had been able to gain any clean clothes was months ago, his superior should be proud that Riftan was able to find something so clean and hardly smelling of sweat and horse. When he cocked a brow as if to say he did not know what the problem was, Triton shook his head in dismay.

“Were you planning on attending dressed like that?”

Riftan leaned against the doorpost not liking how much of Triton's noble background was showing, “I’m not attending.”

“Calypse, you don’t expect me to let you stay here tonight.”

Riftan shrugged. “Why not, I hate events like these.”

“You are the man who bested Ludgal, people expect you to attend, the duke expects it.”

Riftan ran a hand though is still damp hair. For how many raiders Ludgal had under his command the final confrontation with him wasn’t anything to brag about. He had a tougher time fighting Hebaron at the tournament in Balbourne.

“I doubt the person holding the banquet really wants me there.”

Triton’s expression grew stern at his cynical reply. “I intend to have you succeed me as commander of the Remdragon Knights. That is my wish and the with of everyone in the order. Which means I need you to meet some of the nobles’, their approval is necessary.”

Laying a steady hand on Riftan's shoulder, as if to reassure him, though what he said next did little to help.

“I can’t let you do as you please this time. You’re going”

Riftan stayed quiet for a few seconds before shaking his head.

“I’m not suited for the role. You should pick someone with the appropriate lineage-”

“Are you saying you will not abide by our order’s rules?” Triton said stonily, it was his one and best argument against Riftan.

Riftan sighed and moved aside to let the man in. “What do you want me to do?”

Riftan’s greatest mistake that day wasn’t hoping he had seen her again, No. It was letting Triton into his room.

His superior's background in nobility was shining through and it was leading to a headache.

Despite Riftan seemingly giving in they had fought, of course. Triton had to know he’d feel more at ease being thrown up against a few basilisk than attending this banquet.

Riftan had tried to convince his superior to have Nirta attend in his place if he truly wanted someone for the ladies to fawn over. Triton quickly put down that idea, stating he didn’t even want the unruly man to attend.

He didn’t even give Riftan a chance to argue for Ursuline. The man was determined to have Riftan join the banquet, believing it would help appease the noble. It was wishful thinking, they would learn to hide their disdain for him but Riftan would never earn their respect. No amount of silk socks and embroidered shirts would change that.

Riftan felt disgusted. He looked as though some nobleman had stolen a Southerner just to put them in formal clothes for entertainment. A court jester for them to mock. His one solace was Triton didn’t force him to wear the feathered hat the squire handed him. He wondered if he could get away with burning the thing if it was still on his bed.

All eyes flew to him as soon as he stepped into the hall. He fought to suppress a scowl. The hundreds of nobles gathered in the palatial room starred as though he were a spectacle to behold. It made him seethe with anger, his feelings of being there solely for them to poke fun at the half-breed was starting to feel justified.

The commander began introductions one by one and, more often than not, they seemed taken aback by his appearance, one or two even commenting on it.

I wonder how long it would take until the word pagan is used.

Riftan was desperately started searching for an escape when he spotted the Duke of Croyso at the center of the hall. Or, rather, the woman in the dark green dress standing next to him.

Riftan felt as though he had been struck in the head. She should be at court, not here. Taking in a sharp breath he tried to still his mind, determined to not let it affect him. Despite this, his face blanched the moment he laid eyes on the red-headed young woman who was looking straight at him.

He took in every inch of her. Though she was still small in stature, with her head barely reaching his chest, she was much grown from the little girl who had come up to his waist. For some reason, his mouth felt parched. He tugged at his suddenly tight collar.

“Best if we formally made your introduction to the duke as well.”

Noticing Riftan’s tension, Triton shot him a warning look. Riftan barely managed a nod. The commander then marched him to the center of the hall and he couldn't explain why, but his feet felt heavier than ever.

Riftan found he couldn't pay attention to either the duke or Triton as they started on their formalities as he watched the girl.

Riftan was mortified by how loudly his gulp resounded in his ears. Wiping his sweaty palms on his trousers, he willed himself to stop staring. However, like steel to a magnet, he felt his gaze being pulled to her. He noted her elaborately braided bun, her delicate neck, and slender shoulders. Her waist was so tiny he was sure he could wrap one hand around it. Finally, his eyes stopped at the cascading hem of her silk dress.

The little girl in his memory had perpetually unkempt hair. She often used to get it caught in tree branches, which would ruin her braids until they puffed up like clouds. Her penchant for wandering the gardens also meant that her dresses were always covered in dirt and grass stains. Was this regal woman truly the girl who used to collect pebbles and feathers in the raggedy pouch she took everywhere?

He stood in a half-trance until Triton’s voice broke through.

“May I inquire about the lady behind you?”

“I see I have yet to introduce my eldest daughter,” the duke replied, pushing the timid girl forward. “This is Maximilian.”

The woman standing before him was the same yet different from the one in his illusion. Though there were traces of the little girl in her round forehead, cheeks, and small chin, golden freckles now dusted her low nose and cheekbones, and her large gray eyes looked up at him quizzically.

Riftan knitted his brows, was she just like the others? Finding him to be some odd spectacle to gawk at or…

Her already large eyes widened even farther as a look of surprise took over her delicate features causing Riftan’s heart to race.

No.

#under the oak tree #utot #maxi x riftan #riftan pov #fanfic #utot fanfic #under the oak tree fanfic #forget me not #meet me in the garden #secret romance

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back to the basics -

name: liam edward flint. name meaning: liam meaning protector. edward meaning wealthy guard. nickname(s): lee occult type: witch, dark magic. dreamwalker. birthday: february 14th age: 27 sexuality: straight occupation: shop / industrial arts teacher at high school language(s) spoken: english, italian, russian, latin

extra, extra, read all about it !

personality deep dive -

archetype: the dexterous zodiac: aquarius - the water bearer - air - uranus personality type: istj - logistician positive traits: clever, intuitive, independent negative traits: cynical, rigid, reactionary moral alignment: neutral enneagram: type 8 - challenger hobbies: woodworking, metalworking, carving, collecting old weapons pinterest: click here theme song: here i go again - whitesnake

the ties that bind -

parents: alastair (deceased) & scarlett flint cousins: eurydice, andromeda, & nemesis lilim pet(s): wilson - black-tailed jackrabbit (familiar)

open for the taking -

(connection) exes - a couple of spots open. likely didn't end well and probably had something to do with liam's need to always put his best friend first or that he would never open up to you.

(connection) friends - liam isn't the friendliest of guys, but once you get past his sarcastic remarks, there is a semi-good guy there. or at the very least, once he considers you a friend, he is very loyal and protective.

(connection) carve me up - the two of you bonded over wood carving. he has a passion for it and sometimes you two work on projects together.

(connection) watchful eyes - you believe you know that liam killed his father or at least had something to do with it, but you can't prove it. maybe, you work with the law, maybe you were a follower of his fathers, a powerful witch. either way, the two of you don't really get along and liam wishes you would stay out of his business. (likely doesn't know the reason why liam killed his father and was under the man's charm)

(character(s)) long lost sibling - liam's father was known to have several dalliances outside of his marriage. maybe, you are from an outside town or state or even, country looking for the father you never knew and come across liam.

once upon a time -

liam's parents, alastair and scarlett, were both from prestigious bloodlines. there marriage was a setup between alastair and scarlett's father, though it didn't take long for scarlett to fall for alastair's charms.

his parents 'loving' relationship didn't last long before it soured. scarlett has a hard time becoming pregnant, having to rely on the coven for help. alastair wanted several children, but was told scarlett would only be able to give him one. shortly after liam's birth, alastair turned the charm off and let scarlett see the real him, a cruel alcoholic.

liam's father practiced dark magic and growing up, alastair wanted liam to only learn from him. he was also a dreamwalker, something liam had no interest in, but was taught how to do at a young age.

as liam grew older, his punishments when he would fail a task would get worse. a punch or being dragged around by his hair was a normal day in his household. scarlett had turned to alcohol and pills herself, using that to numb the pain of alastair and his infidelities, rendering her useless to help liam.

as he got older, liam began to fight back. he knew better than to ask for help as hardly any of the elders in the coven would have believed him. alastair had most of them enchanted with his lies and power.

this torment didn't stop once liam got his own place in town. liam had grown used to it, though. nearly a year ago, while liam was over taking care of his mother, an argument over liam's limited use of his dreamwalker skills led to him snapping and killing alastair. the main problem with this was that his father was a prominent member of the coven and the community. thus, a coverup was hatched and a few of the people in liam's inner circle helped him make it look like an intruder had killed the man.

liam worried that someone that he doesn't trust will find out the truth and life as he knows it will be over. but, he tries to focus his energy into his trade and teaching the students.

inside information -

liam has had his 'pet' (familiar) since he was a child. wilson was his first confidant and is regarded as one of the things liam cares about most.

if there is a wood or metal carving you want for your home, call him.

despite his cynical attitude, he has a good relationship with his students. especially those who show an interest in the craft.

once you become a friend of his, you are a friend for life.

he is allergic to limes.

liam doesn't so much care about the different occult or covens, believing that will drag him farther into his father's former circle.

while he does use magic and continues to use dark magic, liam would need a very good reason to ever dreamwalk.

on his days off, if he isn't with cordelia, it's likely you will find him at the hanged man's tavern.

#tw: child abuse #liam / about #liam / intro #intros

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WELCOME TO HEXMORE, SOPH (32/GMT). HEXMORE WAS FOUNDED BY WITCHES, BUT IS NOW HOME TO, CONNIE JENKINS (TAYLOR RUSSELL). SHE/HER IS a 30 YEAR OLD WITCH. BORN IN HEXMORE, ILLINOIS. THEY HAVE RESIDED IN HEXMORE FOR ALL THEIR LIFE, WHERE THEY WORK AS ENGLISH AND HISTORY LEAD AT THE LOCAL HIGH SCHOOL. THEY CONSIDER THEMSELVES TO BE AFFILIATED WITH THE HEXMORE COURT AND THE DISAPPEARANCE OF HAZEL MORA HAS LEFT THEM DETERMINED TO PROVE HERSELF AS A WITCH.

Name: Constance 'Connie' Jenkins Age: 30 Birth Place: Hexmore Time in town: All of her life Occupation: Head of English and History at the local high school Affiliation: Hexmore Court / Jenkins Bloodline

About:

Constance, affectionately known as Connie was named after her great grandmother who was a respected and strong witch in the Hexmore Court. Connie was born in Hexmore and and grew up with the expectations that came along with being witch from a prestigious family. The Jenkins bloodline have been a significant part of the Hexmore Court for generations. Her childhood was busy and loud but very loving, even with the pressure that was often put onto her. Connie may come across somewhat reserved but she has strong magic running through her blood and she enjoys experimenting with her powers.

Connie's life was surrounded by magic and the coven from a very young age, though even with all the pressures around her, she had a good childhood. She was close to her mom growing up and although she doesn't always see eye to eye with her dad, she shared his passion for books and stories. Connie has a creative side and a curiosity that she also puts into her magic. She spends a lot of her free time reading old spell books and testing her powers.

Connie has an older half brother who lived with them throughout her childhood. Her dad had him just after high school and he was always in her life. She was close to him growing up and she depended on him a lot. She missed him when he moved away but she respected his decision. Connie later followed in his footsteps when she also left for college, despite how many people did not want the the young witch to leave Hexmore.

Connie is usually sweet and calm and has a quiet confidence about her. She has always been creative and would sit for hours reading or scribbling down ideas in her notebook. Even as an adult, she is always writing down ideas that pop into her head whether they be for a novel or a spell. When she was younger, writing gave her an escape from the pressures she often felt about being a Jenkins, to succeeding in both her school work and in her magic.

The young witch attended the Academy from the age of 14, where her parents chose for her to board. Her father pushed for her to be the best, not always seeing just how strong Connie can be. Although she is an introvert by nature, Connie has always been bright and a little playful, she has even been known to play harmless pranks with her magic. Connie enjoyed being at the Academy, even if she hated to admit it. She loved being around the culture, the opportunities it gave her, making friends like her and she thrived in both her schooling and her magic.

Though outside of the magic world, she won art and writing competitions and applying for university outside of Hexmore was something she knew she wanted. The young woman was excited to explore the world and all of her talents. Her strong education and extracurriculars secured her an ivy place and she moved to study English and History at Princeton University. Although her dad had initially wanted her to stay at home and to keep her close to the coven, he was not going to stop his daughter from that opportunity.

Connie fully embraced her life at university. Although she’d always been a little reserved, the new city brought her out of her shell. Both in her writing and magic. The new experiences and friend group encouraged her to find her confidence and she found herself being editor of the college paper, singing at karaoke nights and falling in love for the first time. The boy was also a witch and he introduced her to his coven. Connie really explored her magic, becoming a rather skilled witch and trying spells she never had before. She often pushes her limits and she can be a little reckless due to her passion and love for magic and her need to always be the best at everything she does.

After university, Connie had no intention of moving back home. She enjoyed playing with her powers without rules and she knew she was certain she was becoming a better witch for it. She spent some time working for a paper as an intern while studying her postgraduate degree at Princeton. She found she enjoyed tutoring and eventually completed her teaching qualification. Though with the news of the disappearances in town... one being her best friend's aunt, Connie knew she needed to return home. Putting on a brave face, she returned to Hexmore and she jumped back into coven life... even with her secrets. With her degrees and experience, she secured a role as head of English and history at the local high school. She is now 30 years old and she is trying her best to live her life in Hexmore once again... though she is yet to share the things she learnt while she was away. Part of her is sure, they could use magic to protect the town.

#bio post #about page #conniebio #about connie #this really became an essay #hexbios

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thetempleofthemasaigoddess · 1 year

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The Sail Master headcanons

This is based on and expands an headcanon that I wrote a while ago.

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🌊 His name is Raumos. Raumo is Quenya for storm; his father chose the name because in the night his son was born, the worst and most violent storm in living memory had hit Númenor. As many children in the kingdom, his mother decided for a water birth, and her son was born in the same wooden basin the family used to bathe.

🌊 Raumos was born in Hyarrostar, the region of Númenor most famous for its trees, and whose plantations provided much of the wood used to build ships. Appropriately, his father was one of Númenor’s best shipwrights, as his grandfather had been.

🌊 He loves and admires his father, even though his mother is the person he feels most at ease with. Raumos had an older brother, who sadly died of a short illness, aged only four, when he was only six months old. Maybe because of this, he has always felt he needed to live his life to the fullest, knowing that tomorrow is owed to nobody.

🌊 He has always been able to swim, which in Númenor is considered a good omen.

🌊 Destined to follow in his father’s steps and to join Hyarrostar’s biggest shipyard, he decides instead to enlist in the Sea Guard; both parents are unhappy, his mother because of the dangers and his father for the loss of the heir he planned to leave all his shipbuilding knowledge to, but knowing they wouldn’t be able to change his mind, they grudgingly give him their blessing.

🌊 Raumos moves to Armenelos, living with a couple of family friends, and enlists as a cadet.

🌊 He and Elendil meet on the evening before the first day of training. Raumos is in a tavern and inadvertently sits at the favourite table of a group of regulars; he is reprimanded for it, he apologizes and at the same time points out that table is not their own, the others decide to teach him a lesson, and a single other patron intervenes trying to diffuse the situation.

🌊That man is Elendil. He and Raumos end up in a fight against the other patrons, and they both fight valiantly against a higher number of adversaries. In the end, both sore because of the blows they received, they move to another tavern to celebrate... they don’t know what, exactly, but they know they deserve an ale, especially once they realize they will be training mates from the next day on.

🌊That night sees the birth of a friendship that will last until the end of their days. When Elendil gets married, Raumos is next to him as his best man; he is also the only person in whose presence his friend feels free to cry, when his wife dies.

🌊 He passes the Sea Trial as second best of fifty cadets; Elendil is the first.

🌊 He becomes the Sail Master almost by accident. Despite his excellent results, he is passed over for a number of prestigious commissions in favour of fellow soldiers with friends in high places. Disappointed, angry and embittered, Raumos refuses a couple of good offers he feels below his level and spends a few days at home sulking.

🌊 He is about to drop everything and go back to Hyarrostar to work with his father -an honourable occupation, but one that he would feel as a punishment every day for the next one hundred and fifty years- when Elendil arrives and convinces him to go back and prove his worth against all odds.

🌊According to the Sea Guard rules, a cadet who passes the Sea Trials is offerend three commissions, and if he refuses all three, he has to wait for six months before receiving or applying for something else. Once his anger has cooled down, Raumos decides to accept his third offer, whatever it is, and then apply for something better when the opportunity arises.

🌊 His third offer is unexpected: assistant to the Sail Master, a role few cadets would look forward to fill. He doubts he will be any good, since he has just passed the Trials himself and some of the cadets might be older than him, but he accepts, since it is just to keep himself busy while waiting for better days.

🌊 Three months later, he knows this is what he wants to do.

🌊 His assistantship ends two years later; the Sail Master, who has taken him under his wing, tells Raumos to sail for a few years, in order to build experience, and then the Sail Master will recommend him for the role.

🌊 Raumos obeys. He spends the next eight years out to sea, in various missions; he and Elendil serve together for a while. He almost drowns twice.

🌊 He falls in love for the first and last time in his life during his assistantship, with the Sail Master’s eldest daughter, who he meets one evening that the latter has invited him to dine with his family.

🌊 She is beautiful. Quick-witted. Strong-willed. Smart -enough to earn an apprenticeship with the Scribes’ Guild- and passable at cooking. She has ink-stained fingers, and a weakness for sweets, a passion for birds and fear of snakes. She is, in short, the woman of his dreams, and Raumos can barely control himself as he sits at the table next to her, in front of her father, thanking Ulmo that his dark complexion makes it harder to notice he is blushing.

🌊 The Sail Master is notoriously protective of his daughters, and considering that he is Raumos’ mentor, the man who could decide his destiny and endorse or deny his desire to become Sail Master, she is the last woman in Numenor he should decide to pursue; he does it nonetheless. Two days after that fateful dinner, he meets the young woman out of her Guild’s offices, offers her some flowers, and asks her out for a walk.

🌊 She smiles -his heart trembles- and says yes.

🌊 They court in secret for the next two years; they fall in love. They make plans for their future, plans that involve a marriage, a house, children. But the lady of his heart imposes a single condition in exchange for her hand: she has no intention of being the wife of a sailor, who spends more time away at Sea than home with his family, and as proud as she is for her beloved’s courage and desire to succeed, she will not marry him until he has earned a good position in the Sea Guard, a job that will guarantee his permanence in Númenor, and her father has given his consent.

🌊 They remain faithful to each other for the next eight years, spending together -still in secret- the short periods of shore leave he is allowed, and exchanging letters while he is away; Elendil is the only one aware of his friend’s secret, and having left at home a young wife, he understand the guilt and the solitude he suffers. The day the Sail Master finally retires and formally offers Raumos to take his place, he confesses there is also something else he wishes to ask his mentor.

🌊 His proposal is accepted, he would swear with satisfaction and approval. They marry. He becomes the best Sail Master in living memory. Life is hard, hectic, and he loves it. He and his wife have a son, and adopt a daughter whose parents have died. He and Elendil meet for a weekly ale at the same tavern where they shared their first drink and laugh and cry and complain and joke.

🌊 He is strict at what he does, but never unfair. He approves of female cadets, and is proud of each of his recruits. He had no special regard for Isildur, the son of his dearest friend, but hoped to see him succeed and make his father proud; he is saddened when he is forced to expel the young man from the cadets, but he knows the Sea Guard doesn’t need soldiers who only serve out of an obligation.

🌊 He is pretty superstitious, and believes in the existence of mermaids, and that -non-human- sacrifices and offerings can protect a ship or an expedition from bad weather and shipwrecks.

🌊 He is well aware that both Eärien and Anarion have had a crush on him.

🌊 He likes spicy foods. He drinks socially but doesn’t enjoy it. He occasionally writes poetry, even though no one except his wife has ever read it.

🌊 He is a faithful and loving husband, and a good, though not particularly imaginative, lover; he prefers to bottom, and likes to both give and to receive oral. He is bisexual, lost his virginity to another man before moving to Armenelos, and felt it was easier to sleep with men than with women. His wife is the third woman he has slept with, the second he didn’t have to pay, and the best of them all.

🌊 He is a good man, a good teacher and friend and father, the best Númenor has to offer.

Tagging @starlady66 @grinkitty @elvenenby. Hope you guys like this!!

#The Lord of the Rings #The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power #The Rings of Power #Rings of Power #The Sail Master #Sail Master #Antonio Te Maioha #Bellona's stuff

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