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hypnified · 2 years ago
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Question did aby if your ocs break through the chip or would them meeting Buddy/Torch be a perfect world thing
Hi, I love this ask so much!
Phoenix definitely, I'm not sure what he does after order 66 since I need to do some rewatches before I say much on this.
Storm, unless his sacrifice happens then him and Buddy/Torch meeting is definitely possible. Erix has a similar point here so yeah there's that.
Barks is possibly the last oc that would meet him but I'm not sure, so after Barks deals with his problem that I will mention in his ramble I can definitely see it happening.
Bear is also possible but I don't know.
As for everyone else? That would probably be a perfect world thing!
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diorsluv · 2 years ago
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feather , christmas special
“ all i want for christmas is you ”
series m. list
nhl + umich x platonic!drysdale!reader,
luke hughes x fem!reader,
temporary male!oc x fem!reader
( socialmedia!au )
jamie.drysdale
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jamie.drysdale happy 20th birthday lil sis..
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edwards.73 aww you were best friends when you were kids…. what happened
→ jamie.drysdale she got too annoying
→ yourusername he became “one of the boys” 🙄
yourusername u dont seem too happy abt me turning 20
→ jamie.drysdale ur one year away from being 21 and that means i have to take care of u when u get drunk
→ trevorzegras he started crying to me about how he didn’t want you to grow up
→ jamie.drysdale LIES trevorzegras
username63 I AM SOBBING SO HARD RN THIS IS TOO CUTE
markestapa thanks for the childhood pics that i def won’t post when she least expects it
→ jamie.drysdale anytime 🫡
→ yourusername HEY HEY NO
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_alexturcotte happy birthday to miss mini drysdale and i hope you enjoyed your photoshoot (i took all the pics) 🥳🥳
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yourusername my own personal photographer 🥰
→ _alexturcotte you’re lucky you’re my fav girl
→ yourusername AWWW STOP ITTT
colecaufield yes and i brought the props
luca.fantilli i don’t think you should trust her with a torch
→ yourusername I’M VERY RESPONSIBLE
username49 THE TIARAAAA
username57 i love how they all post her at the same exact time
jackhughes be careful, remember how her dress lit on fire last time?
→ yourusername THAT WAS YOU THO????
→ _quinnhughes but it was kinda your fault jack
→ lhughes_06 dude YOU were the one that dropped a lit candle on her skirt
→ jackhughes okay i didn’t need you to gang up on me 😟
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rutgermcgroarty happy birthday to the best drysdale 🍰
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yourusername aw i AM the best drysdale 🥱
→ rutgermcgroarty ok now dont gotta get all cocky about it
username54 all the phones 😭😭
username25 the second pic is giving best girl energy
adamfantilli that cake genuinely scared the shit out of me
→ yourusername it’s just sparklers 🙄
markestapa you made us sing happy birthday for her 6 times.
→ rutgermcgroarty well you all sounded bad
→ mackie.samo you were the one that was off key tho???
username38 her bday looks so funnn
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colecaufield happy birthday even tho we don’t see each other enough so i had to use pics from your 18th birthday 😒
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_alexturcotte imagine not being able to see her
→ colecaufield ok little buddy you don’t see her any more than i do
→ jackhughes literally could not be me (it’s torture)
yourusername I’LL COME TO SEE YOU MORE OFTEN COUGH SYRUP 🥰🥰
→ colecaufield i take it back i don’t want you coming near me
→ trevorzegras i started “cough syrup” u gotta give me credits
→ yourusername no i did it first stop trying to steal my genius ideas
username36 the heart shaped balloon is adorableee
luca.fantilli her 18th bday was 🔥🔥
→ lhughes_06 bro u werent even there
→ edwards.73 u didnt even know her
→ yourusername it’s okay guys he just wants to fit in #fomo
_quinnhughes
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_quinnhughes i helped secretly decorate her apartment for her 20th birthday and you didn’t. we are not the same 🥱🥱
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yourusername since when did you start bragging about me
→ _quinnhughes since rn
→ yourusername i’ll take it ig……
username47 THE FLOWERS AAAAA
username19 guys have you noticed how dead silent booker’s been
→ username58 fr he hasn’t commented at all or posted anything abt her 😭
jackhughes i helped too
→ _quinnhughes shut up no u didnt
→ yourusername let him have his moment jack, he doesn’t get a lot of them
dylanduke25
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dylanduke25 took her out to eat then surprised her with the best pizza she’s ever eaten for her bday 💪
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mackie.samo your handwriting is atrocious
→ dylanduke25 wbk tell me something i don’t know 🙄
username34 oh! candles on pizza!
username15 mcdonalds on ur bday >>>>>
yourusername the pizza was cold asf but that’s okay!!!!!!
→ dylanduke25 hard as a rock
→ markestapa WOAHHH THERE DUKER 🤨🤨
→ dylanduke25 bro stop making it weird
→ lhughes_06 fr
trevorzegras they always say the way to a woman’s heart is through food
→ yourusername but do they say that tho….??
username93 best gift ever frfr
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markestapa HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIL DRIZZY
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yourusername OH MY FUCKING GOD. THIS IS THE BEST ONE YET LMFAOOOO
→ markestapa LETS FUCKING GO I WIN
mackie.samo goddammit i knew i should’ve done this instead
→ markestapa loserrrr
username32 oh my……
_quinnhughes what the hell is this
jamie.drysdale i’m ashamed to say i think you know my sister better than i do
→ markestapa no no her edward cullen phase was a difficult time for all of us
→ jamie.drysdale i’ve blocked out all the trauma
→ yourusername you’re all haters
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trevorzegras i spent 5 hours secretly decorating and making these cupcakes and i survived all the weird stares i got for walking straight past the christmas section SO BE GRATEFUL. oh and happy birthday i guess
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yourusername i was so confused why jack and quinn wouldn’t let me in my own room for those five hours.. but yes yes i’m so grateful AND THE CUPCAKES ARE MAGNIFICENT
→ trevorzegras at least SOMEONE appreciates my efforts
→ _alexturcotte trevor you almost popped like half the balloons from blowing them up too much
username61 why did i just now realize that her birthday is on christmas
colecaufield wait i thought ian somerhalder was supposed to be on one of the cupcakes
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→ trevorzegras OH THE HOT GUY FROM THE BLOODSUCKER SHOW
→ yourusername fr i was kinda expecting tom blyth too but it’s okay
username30 LOUIS PARTRIDGEEEE
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mackie.samo i tried going the “aesthetic” route for u but clearly u like the rob pattinson ones more 🙄🙄 happy birthday mini drysdale
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yourusername BUT YOU HELPED WITH THE SURPRISE PARTY AND I LOVE THAT SO MUCH MORE
→ mackie.samo HAHA IN UR FACE markestapa
→ markestapa WHAT NO I HELPED WITH THE PARTY TOO
_quinnhughes the amount of tiaras we’ve given her is concerning
→ yourusername i like them thoughhh ☺️
→ jamie.drysdale you know how she is with her tiaras
→ yourusername I STOPPED WEARING THEM WHEN I WAS 8 AND YOU KNOW THAT
username57 the way it’s turned into a competition 💀
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edwards.73 pics from the birthday girl’s afterparty bc everyone else is unoriginal
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yourusername wait til you see jack’s post 😭
→ edwards.73 wait WHAT
username44 good lord how many parties are there lmaooo
→ yourusername you don’t even wanna know
jackhughes oh please you weren’t even there for the pre-party
→ edwards.73 WHAT PRE-PARTY??
→ yourusername don’t worry ethan i didn’t know about it either until i was there 😭😭
→ edwards.73 how come i wasn’t invited 😒
trevorzegras since when was there an afterparty???????
→ yourusername yeah i don’t think they invited you..
→ trevorzegras WHO??
→ yourusername uhh mark, mackie, moosey, duker, rut, luca and adam
→ jackhughes it’s fine z they weren’t invited to the pre-party anyway
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luca.fantilli more pics of this kid at her afterparty 🤷‍♂️ happy 20th birthday
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edwards.73 ur actually so unoriginal
→ yourusername he idolizes u 🤩🤩🤩
→ luca.fantilli shut up
username12 wait that cake is so cool
username47 new tiara every post LMAO
yourusername “this kid” is crazy
→ luca.fantilli i am older than u tho
→ yourusername NOT EVEN BY A YEAR
→ luca.fantilli I’M LIKE 5 DAYS OFF
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jackhughes happy birthday to our christmas girl (our pre-party was on christmas eve) 🥳🥳
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yourusername i think i maxxed out my cake consumption
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username27 are you telling me she had THREE parties 😦
→ yourusername yes. THREE of them.
→ username27 girl you are stronger than i’ll ever be
edwards.73 wtvvv the pre-party sounds like it was lame
→ lhughes_06 ngl it might’ve been better than the afterparty
→ dylanduke25 LUKE YOU WERE AT THE PRE-PARTY????
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username16 birthday princess turned birthday queen i loveeeeee
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adamfantilli HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIL DRIZZ! i hope you enjoy your birthday and that baby pic i definitely didn’t steal from your brother
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username34 jamie has started the attack of the baby pics
yourusername the shrek photos 😦😦 my sweet sweet adam what have they done to you
→ adamfantilli many many things 😔
markestapa im ngl 4 year old lil drizzy was dripped out
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→ yourusername FR
→ jamie.drysdale no… no she wasn’t
username6 i need someone to post shrek on my birthday
luca.fantilli i can’t believe you posted two whole pics of her on her bday
→ yourusername you’re just toooooo funny 😒
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lhughes_06 hit em with the annual birthday sleepover 🥱 happy 20th birthday lil drizzy, ur finally my age
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yourusername i’ve always been your age 🙄
→ lhughes_06 mmmm but barely
→ yourusername I EXPECTED MORE FROM YOU
→ lhughes_06 i bought you $200 worth of gifts u just havent opened them all yet
username72 HE GAVE HER A FULL CROWN INSTEAD OF A TIARA AW
jackhughes she stopped letting me and quinn sleep over when we turned 13 but how come u still get to do it 🤨
→ lhughes_06 i’m the favorite
→ yourusername wbk tbh
username84 THE POSSIBILITIES ARE LOW BUT NEVER ZERO
rutgermcgroarty is that why you kicked the rest of us out after the afterparty 😞
→ lhughes_06 yes
→ yourusername can’t break tradition!
_quinnhughes hey hey no funny business alright
→ lhughes_06 bro she has a literal bf
→ yourusername all we do is gossip and give each other facials
→ lhughes_06 DON’T SAY THAT yourusername
→ luca.fantilli luke do you have something to tell us…?
username75 luke is secretly a girl
→ username12 or secretly a simp
→ username71 i dont think hes “secretly” any of those things 😭😭
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yourusername thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday and to everyone who celebrated me turning 20 years old!! and ofc thank you to a certain someone who always stays up until exactly 12 am to wish me happy birthday first 🫢 also merry christmas and happy holidays, i love you all mwahhhh!
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jackhughes i wonder who that someone could be 🤔
→ trevorzegras huh i think their name seemed to have slipped my mind
→ _alexturcotte it’s so weird usually i don’t forget
→ colecaufield i can’t believe none of us can remember
→ _quinnhughes you’re all painfully obvious
lhughes_06 wow the special shoutout 😱
→ yourusername ik ur just so lucky
username26 so let’s run it back to booker and the fact that he’s been completely silent throughout ALL of this
→ username48 fr like where is bro
username3 isn’t that the crown luke gave her
mackie.samo we’ll throw an even better party next year
→ yourusername i’m looking forward to it 🫣
notes ) so.. i actually struggled trying to find good pics and ALMOST NONE OF THEM MATCH EACH OTHER lmaooo but yes here is the christmas special i promised and ik no one posts actual insta posts for someone elses bday but it was more fun writing it that way n i hope u all like it!! (lightly proofread so if there are any mistakes i apologize 😭)
tags: @aliaology @hockeyboysarehot
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sobeautifullyobsessed · 1 year ago
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A Khan By Any Other Name
a prequel to Star Trek: Into Darkness
mystery, suspense, danger ~ romance & NSFW material to follow
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summary: Seraphina DiPietro is wise in the ways of the world of world; she has to be, as she travels the California coast as a torch singer in pubs, bars, and nightclubs. She knows how to take care of herself and stay out of trouble--most of the time. When trouble comes, it's usually because she lets her kind heart overrule her common sense. Stopping to check on a handsome stranger stranded roadside in the Mojave Desert, her curiousity is piqued as much by his classic, mint-looking Mustang, as by its driver--a tall, dark, mysterious drink of water, whom she quickly learns is so much more than he appears.
characters: Khan Noonien Singh (aka: John Harrison), Seraphina DiPietro (OC)
word count: 2.4k
Chapter One
Her first mistake had been slowing down to have a second look.  Three plus years with a vintage car enthusiast (her ex now, thank god; three months gone and good riddance to him, her mantra whenever he crossed her mind) had ingrained the habit in her. The habit, frankly, plus an appreciative eye for the sweetest of rides.  Thanks to Simon (and his obsession), she could distinguish in seconds between the genuine article and that which easily fooled the masses, a cunningly detailed replica—and the sleek ragtop that looked to have skidded to the side of the road, leaving a spray a gravel and black, burnt rubber in its tracks, was absolutely the real thing.
So she’d slowed down, only half meaning to, cataloguing the fine details and quickly estimating its worth, while admiring its classic lines and the bright flash of its chrome detailings.  Seraphina couldn’t keep from grinning, thinking about how instantly covetous Simon would be in the face of such a find, and how jealous he would feel to know that she had stumbled upon it with no effort whatsoever.
The man bending over the open hood
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straightened as she passed, arresting her attention with a commanding, steely gaze that left her feeling like a marked woman.  As though he not only saw her, in her every visible feature, but somehow inexplicably knew her—and needed her.  Vitally, and immediately. Despite the lick of common sense apprehension that fluttered through her vitals, simple curiosity and a deeply embedded tendency to act the good Samaritan had Seraphina making her second, even bigger, mistake of the afternoon--pulling over to park her hovercraft several feet in front of his stalled vehicle.
She looked into her rearview mirror; he had turned to watch how she would proceed, holding his hands up with his fingers splayed wide, surely his way of expressing she could approach him safely.  “Not so fast, buddy,” she murmured, “I wasn’t born yesterday…and I’ve seen your kind before.” Sera cut the engine, pulling the keys from the ignition and flicking the lock mechanism off the small can of mace dangling from her keyring.  She wasn’t so foolhardy as to face the tall, well-built stranger unprepared; nearly a decade of travels up and down the coast of California, performing in seedy, small town dives, then upscale pubs and bars, and finally city nightclubs, had taught her well to be ever on her guard.
And she’d learned a few tricks in the course of her career, for if the mace should fail; she could—and had—flipped a drunk onto his back a time or two, who’d tried to cop a feel when she passed across a darkened dancefloor; and she knew all too well how much force was necessary, knee to groin, in order to incapacitate those pigheaded brutes who wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer when they followed her out to the parking lot at the end of a gig. Handsome he might be (decidedly so, she mused, angular features, piercing eyes, thick, dark hair, an errant lock strayed upon his brow; such a striking combination!) but she was not fool enough to ever judge the book by it’s cover.
The stranger stood motionless a moment more, the light breeze ruffling that wayward lock until he brushed it back, a swift yet languid move that spoke of cat-like grace and an elegance that didn’t fit the setting or the way that he was clothed.  He was straight-backed, slim-hipped, long-legged--and poised with a confidence befitting a prince, and not the work-a-day posture of a blue-collar joe or road-weary drifter.  Yet the smile he gave her did not reach his eyes; Sera found it a little feral, and felt her pulse increase as a taste of adrenaline—that trusty “fight or flee” response—hit her system.
But she was already committed, having left the safety and cool comfort of her two-seater; if he was an actual threat, the worse that she could do was show the weakness of timidity now. Sera left her sunglasses in place, determined he would not read a bit of doubt in her eyes or bearing, the can of mace tucked neatly in the palm of her left hand, and walking forward into the dry, baking, Mojave Desert heat.
Sera gave a low but audible whistle, advancing as casually as she could, finally calling out to him, "She's a real beauty--and someone's taken serious loving care of her too." The 300-year-old Mustang appeared as close to mint as any vintage vehicle she had ever seen; given its obvious value, she had to wonder why the hell he would even have it on the road--especially in desert conditions. That instinctive voice of warning sounded an answer in her head: that's because it's not his.
Okay, Sera, she cautioned herself, give him the benefit of the doubt; he could have come by that automobile in any number of ways. She stopped a half-dozen steps from where the stranger stood, aiming to read his reaction as she asked, "Early 21st century, right?"
The man smiled--more sincerely this time--and nodded. "That she is," he replied, sparing a brief look at the stalled car, "Unfortunately, she's not going anywhere, anytime soon." His smooth, deep voice was as pleasant to the ears as his form was easy on his eyes, and his accent distinctly British, leaving Sera to ponder how and why he'd found his way into the midst of the Mojave. "I believe it's the transmission," he added.
In an instant, his eyes flicked downward, as though he registered that small, innocuous movement. She rushed to fill the vacuum of silence that hung between them, hoping to distract him from whatever suspicions her little move might have awakened.  “I know collectors,” she told him, running her right hand through her hair, fluffing it a bit, hoping to draw his eyes upwards again “…fanatical ones, who would pay a small fortune to make such a treasure theirs.”  She leaned toward him, adopting a confidential tone, honest in her curiosity, “However did you manage it?”
Sera could hear the tick of the internal combustion engine as it cooled, informing her he hadn't been stranded long. Surveying the area behind the Mustang, she spotted several telltale puddles of transmission fluid in the car's wake. "Looks like you might've blown a hose," she speculated, indicating the fluid spotting the back trail. "Those kind of parts are few and far between these days...but I bet we can find a mechanic who might be able to juryrig something enough to get you on the road again."
She turned back to find him watching her, his exotic-looking eyes narrowed. Appraising her in a way that made her feel...exposed. Unnerved. Vulnerable. Sera squeezed her hand against the reassuring weight of the small, defensive weapon cupped in her palm.
He inhaled sharply, a fleeting look of calculation crossing his face.  “It was an unexpected…” he paused, studying her carefully, “…but well-timed acquisition of…convenience.”  Such a reply was far too vague to answer her question—but didn’t surprise her in the least.
“Then you must be a man of remarkable luck, Mr…” Sera let her voice trail off with the question, fully expecting there would be little truth in his answer.
And then he was moving past the safe cushion of space between them, extending a large, powerful looking hand towards her, as way of introduction. “Harrison. I’m…John Harrison.” His grip was firm, not too tight, but Sera sensed—felt—a strength restrained that fit his bearing perfectly. Intimidating, but not frightening; confident—and intriguing her beyond her good sense should allow; and his eyes were locked on her, regarding her with such curiosity and healthy appraisal, that she slipped her sunglasses atop her head without a moment’s hesitation, meaning to meet his gaze directly.  
Sera hadn’t realized she was staring until he cleared his throat. “And you are?” he asked, smiling warmly, surely feeling the advantage now of having gotten past her bravado.  Her mouth felt dry—it had to be the arid atmosphere and not embarrassment over her awkward reaction to him--so that her tongue actually stuck a moment before she stammered out her name. “Seraphina.”  She said it rather breathlessly, then bit her lip against revealing her surname.
Harrison had not released her hand, although his grip was gentle, and the warmth of his skin pleasant against her own.  “Seraphina,” he repeated, the small smile creases bracketing his mouth deepening, and a hint of his true smile finally reaching his eyes.  “Lovely name, Seraphina. Exotic in its way, and as rare and fetching as a desert rose.”
Ordinarily, Sera would laugh off such obvious flattery; she’d had enough of it--and insincere at that--throughout her years as a torch singer.  This stranger—John Harrison—looked a better class of man than those who usually tried to ply her with compliments.  That was no reason, of course, to take him more seriously than any of the others.  And yet she felt a sort of…solemnity…about him; a dignity and self-assurance that spoke of a far more purposeful life than those of plain, ordinary men. He was damned attractive too, enough to have her a bit flummoxed at so dear a distance.  
"Seraphina,” he reiterated, teasing the syllables along, the depth and richness of his voice making her shiver a little despite the desert heat. “A derivative of seraphim, the highest order of celestial beings in religious myth.  Heavenly, fiery, winged immortals, tasked with surrounding and praising the throne of god.”  He leaned nearer, well past that unspoken barrier of personal space, closing his eyes while inhaling deeply through his nose, seeming to seek her essence by scent alone.
Such unexpected intimacy left Seraphina speechless, every instinct she had telling her to give ground a step or two—yet she remained still, for when he opened his eyes, she found herself fascinated by their changing hue. Seraphina had never seen such striking eyes on a man before; and she’d have sworn that they were blue.  Pale blue when she’d seen them from a distance, in the bright, unfiltered sun; then a surprising, piercing, azure when she met him face to face.  Now they seem to shift unpredictably from purely blue to nearly green with however the light played upon them, with flecks of gold speckling around the pupils.
“I wonder,” he mused, almost to himself, while Sera remained entranced and silent, unable to look away despite knowing she must look utterly foolish, “Might you be the angel of mercy I’m in such desperate need of?”
Befuddled, Sera sputtered back, "I...um...what?", finally taking a step back and pulling her hand from his grasp.
"I mean to say how fortunate I am, you came along precisely as you did. " Harrison shrugged and took a step back as well, his manner self-effacing enough to lend sincerity to his words. "And that your nature is a kind one--I imagine most women would have cruised by without a care for my predicament, given this isolated location and the potential threat I could embody."
Regaining her composure, Sera lifted her chin proudly, "I've managed to look after myself for many years now, and in dodgier situations." Her usual insoucience restored, she asked the most vital of questions, looking him squarely in the eyes to read the truth before he even answered, "Do I have reason to fear for my safety, Mr. Harrison?"
His eyes widened and he grinned, and then he began to laugh. Heartfelt, and deep in his throat; the rich sound of melted, dark chocolate--the rare sort of sweet that was supposed to be healthy for one, but only if consumed in moderation. A woman could lose herself in such a laugh, she realized, and I'll bet he knows it too.
"If there was any reason at all, you've quite disarmed me already." Now it seemed he was sizing her up beyond first impressions--and liking what he saw, by the look of satisfaction on his face. "I promise you, Ms..."
"It's just Seraphina for now please, if it's all the same to you. " Sera pressed her lips thin against the smile that wanted to break forth, enjoying both his unspoken surprise at her overall boldness--and what she dared to believe was an appreciation for her physical charms.
Harrison acquiesced with a tilt of his head. "Then I promise you, pretty Seraphina, that I harbor no ill intent towards you. And I would be deeply indebted to you for the aid I am sure you intend to offer me."
She felt her cheeks flush at his easy compliment--not taken in, but happy to accept it nonetheless. "Well, it's a shame to have to abandon her here, but the closest hope you have for a spare part--and a mechanic with working knowledge of antique cars--is at least a hundred miles away."
"Alright then," he affirmed, moving past her to slam shut the Mustang's hood, "We should probably be on our way."
"Of course." Sera turned to follow him, wanting a closer look at the rare vehicle before they drove away. "You should put the top up too; you may not make it back here until tomorrow at least."
He nodded again, striding to the driver's side door to start the car and raise the top. Something not quite right here, she thought, frowning; I could swear that this model and the ones that followed, had a remote on the key fob to control the mechanism. It reminded her that she'd initially thought the car did not belong to him--and that somehow she had allowed his charm cause her to lower her guard.
She stepped to the passenger side, hoping for a peek inside to confirm her growing suspicion. "You ought to raise the windows, too," she told him, leaning close enough to peer inside the passenger side window, "No telling what might find its way inside here once darkness falls. It gets pretty cold here at night..." Sera swallowed hard when she got a look at the ignition cylinder; it had been removed from its place beneath the steering wheel and hung down by several wires. The wires themselves appeared to have been rearranged.
Her heart in her throat, Seraphina searched her memory for the word to describe exactly what she was seeing. Hotwired. That's what they called it; a quick and easy way to boost a car. Simon had educated her, marveling at the skill of those he'd read about who could do do in under a minute. She'd never dreamed of seeing something like it up close. Yet there it was, and the man who'd done it clearly hadn't wanted her to see it. Which meant...
He was faster than her by far; almost preternaturally fast. Harrison had grabbed her left arm ( --- damn, he had noted she was carrying something there! --- ) through the window opening, his iron grip digging into her flesh painfully. "Drop it," he ordered her, "Drop it now. I can explain everything if you just remain calm, Seraphina."
She didn't mean to, but she whimpered softly, not only at the discomfort he was inflicting, but also for the cold menace in his eyes. Had she thought them beautiful, compelling, alluring, just moments ago? Now it seemed to her they were the deadliest eyes she had seen in her life.
(to be continued)
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dujour13 · 1 year ago
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OC Kiss Week - day 1
For @offsidekineticist 💜 Your OCs live in my heart and the buddy cop AU lives in my head
CW: claustrophobia, disposal of disposable NPCs, non-consensual smooch, homicidal ideation
“Gil?” Siavash is crouched in the halfling-sized holding cell with his knees around his ears. “Gil! You came back for me!”
“Keep it down. Only because I know you, and you don’t do torture. A hot instrument gets within ten feet of the face and you’ll be singing like a lark. The name, address, date of birth and favorite fucking flavor of ice cream of every Bellflower in Cheliax’ll be on their list.” He finishes picking the lock and throws open the bars.
The moment his long half-elven limbs are free Siavash stretches them happily, grabs Giliys by both cheeks and kisses him square on the crown of the head. “I love you.”
“Ugh, cut that out.”
“You didn’t kill the guards did you? Would you believe one of them plays prismati? We got to chatting and—oh.”
Giliys did kill the guards. Siavash steps over the carnage, tearful eyes trained on the heavens.
“If you hadn’t spared that magistrate we wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place,” grumbles Giliys, grabbing his ridiculous scarf and pulling him down behind the barrier so he can scan the hill beyond to make sure his planned escape route is still clear.
It isn’t. Even from here he can make out the glow of approaching torches: the Hellknights coming to collect this latest roundup of troublemakers.
“We’re trapped.”
“It’ll be fine.”
Giliys’ fingers twitch around the hilt of his dagger. He opens his mouth but a whisper from behind them cuts him off.
“Psst. Over here.”
It’s the magistrate, the one Siavash talked him into letting go, and who apparently turned right around and led the authorities to them. But now she’s had some kind of existential crisis and looks like she’s been crying. She unlocks the door to the storage barn. “Take the back door. I’ll distract the Hellknights.”
Siavash beams. “Thanks.”
There’s no reason to trust her, but there aren’t any other options, so Giliys grits his teeth and follows.
Later, traveling cross country in a heavy downpour but free at last, they pause to rest only a few miles from the Andoren border.
“Told you so,” says Siavash.
If Giliys’ eyes were daggers his partner would be in front of Pharasma now.
Siavash seems unfazed. “You know, if you really wanted to stop me from spilling all our secrets you didn’t have to let me out. You could have just killed me.”
Giliys raises a finger. “Don’t fucking tempt me.” But even as he says it he realizes he probably wouldn’t, even after that obnoxious and invasive display of affection, because a glib Andoren who has the favor of the goddess of luck can come in handy sometimes.
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twoidiotwriters1 · 1 year ago
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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)
A/N: The urge to use Imagine Dragons songs is coming back and I'm gonna let it win -Danny Words: 2,104 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'End Of Beginning' -by Djo
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XLVI: I Develop a Parasocial Relationship With the Voices
Ara gasps as her friends fall face-first into the room, she tries to run to their side with Hazel and Leo following. Then Clytius moves, standing in their way.
"Clytius, you've lost! Let them go, or you'll end up like Pasiphaë!" Hazel exclaims.
Annabeth sits up and talks in a voice that's definitely not hers. "I am not Pasiphaë. You have won nothing."
"Stop that!" Hazel gasps in fear.
"Not quite dead." Now is Percy talking with the giant's voice. "A terrible shock to the mortal body, I would imagine, coming back from Tartarus. They'll be out for a while. I'll tie them up and take them to Porphyrion in Athens. Just the sacrifice we need. Unfortunately, that means I have no further use for you three."
"Oh, yeah?" Leo scowls. "Well, maybe you got the smoke, buddy, but I've got the fire."
They realize his move is a mistake a little too late. Leo bends over in pain as dark smoke encircles his body and forces him to his knees. "No!" Hazel tries to get closer but then Leo starts talking for Clytius.
"I would not. You do not understand, Hazel Levesque. I devour magic. I destroy the voice and the soul. You cannot oppose me."
The black fog covering Leo spreads across the room and Ara hears a buzzing ahead, the Doors of Death are fighting against their enclosure. "Hazel," Ara says tensely, nodding at the doors and reaching for her Octopi to rummage through it for the right bomb to throw.
"F-fire," Hazel stammers, trying to distract their opponent. "You're supposed to be weak against it."
"You were counting on that, eh? It is true I do not like fire. But Leo Valdez's flames are not strong enough to trouble me." Annabeth responds.
"What about my flames, old friend?" Hecate speaks behind them.
The giant tenses, his anger is palpable when he talks through Percy. "You."
"Me. It has been millennia since I fought at the side of a demigod, but Hazel Levesque has proven herself worthy. What do you say, Clytius? Shall we play with fire?" The goddess asks, lifting her torches.
"Bold words." Clytius continues, the fog getting thicker. "You forget, goddess. When we last met, you had the help of Hercules and Dionysus—the most powerful heroes in the world, both of them destined to become gods. Now you bring... these?"
Leo winces and curls on the floor, Ara's heart leaps at the sight. He's not dying today, she'll make sure of it. The girl turns Almighty back into a sword and stands tall, her cloak moves behind her covered in dirt and stinking like the Underworld, but showing all of her seven blessings.
"Hazel," she speaks lowly, "bring them back to us."
"On it, Strategus," Hazel stretches out her palms, and somehow, the girl transports Leo, Percy, and Annabeth to their side of the room.
Hecate smiles faintly. "You're right, Clytius. Hazel Levesque and Arae Jackson are not Hercules or Dionysus, but I think you will find them just as formidable."
"What's going on?" Leo coughs out, coming back to his senses. "What can I—"
"Watch Percy and Annabeth." Hazel orders. "Stay behind us. Stay in the Mist."
"But—" Hazel glares at him and Leo shrinks in his place. "Yeah, got it. White Mist good. Black smoke bad."
Ara tosses her Octopi bag at him and he barely catches it. "Help Percy and Annabeth."
"Formidable?" The giant's voice sounds all around them. "Because the girl has learned your magic tricks, Hecate? Because you allow these weaklings to hide in your Mist? Arae Jackson... She's just a puppet of the gods."
Ara's ancestry has nothing to do with blood or place of birth, it's who came before her, who stood where she stands, and who got her to this point. The lessons her friends and the sons of Olympus gave her are what she's valuing in herself from now on.
Clytius makes a sword appear in his hand, made of stygian iron like Nico's. "I do not understand why Gaea would find any of these demigods worthy of sacrifice. I will crush them like empty nutshells."
Hazel screams and thousands of precious stones hit the giant like bullets. Ara runs forward, dodges the bad guy, and slashes the chains on each side of the elevator's doors.
"No!" The voice bounces off the walls. "You worthless—"
"Worthless?" Hecate hums. "I'd say Hazel and Arae know a few tricks even I could not teach them."
"So, daughter of Pluto, do you really believe Hecate has your interests at heart? Circe was a favorite of hers. And Medea. And Pasiphaë. How did they end up, eh?"
Clytius is trying the classic brainwashing move. The problem is Hazel and Ara have had enough encounters with manipulative jerks by now that they're immune to this tactic.
"Hecate will not tell you the truth. She sends acolytes like you to do her bidding and take all the risk. If by some miracle you incapacitate me, only then will she be able to set me on fire. Then she will claim the glory of the kill. You saw how Bacchus dealt with the Alodai twins in the Colosseum. Hecate is worse. She is a Titan who betrayed the Titans. Then she betrayed the gods. Do you really think she will keep faith with you?"
"I cannot answer his accusations, Hazel," says the woman. "This is your crossroads. You must choose."
"Yes, crossroads." The giant's laughter echoes. "Hecate offers you obscurity, choices, vague promises of magic. I am the anti-Hecate. I will give you truth. I will eliminate choices and magic. I will strip away the Mist, once and for all, and show you the world in all its true horror."
"You give no hope for a better outcome, and I already have too much of that crap in me," Ara expands her shield and Almighty turns into a javelin. "The Doors of Death are gone, so I have no reason to waste more of my time here."
"You can't seriously believe you have the strength," Clytius sneers. "What will you do, pelt me with more rubies? You'll bury me under a pile of compliments, daughter of love?"
Hazel and Ara share a look. Men. Then they charge. Ara gets his rear while Hazel strikes his front, the giant's unsure of who to attack first, and Ara forgets about being calculating and sneaky. He'd said that he fed on magic, voices, and soul, then Ara would use none of that, and he won't be able to stall her.
She makes use of nothing but fast and easy brute force. No blessings, he could absorb them and she won't risk losing that advantage. It's her, Almighty, and Hazel. Oh! And her flintlock. She shoots unsure of his weak point, if he has any, but she's trying hard to find it.
Clytius fights with wild rage, and before she can help it, he hits Hazel. The girl rolls away, clutching her ribs. "It's over, child of Olympus. Without your blessings, you alone cannot weaken me, and if you use them, I'll drain you out."
"Alone?" She turns her weapon back into a sword. "I've got Achilles and Hercules in Almighty, I carry Olympus on my back, and as the General of all armies, Clytius, I will personally kill you in the name of all demigods, Greek and Roman."
The air in the room shifts, Ara looks over her shoulder and spots a new group of people stepping into the scene through a newly made door: Frank, Nico, Piper, and Jason all ready to help.
"Sorry we're late," Jason speaks. "Is this the guy who needs killing?"
Ara laughs—one of her loud and melodic ones. "Took you long enough!"
When they move, Leo joins the fight without asking for permission. Ara panics for a moment, thinking it might be dangerous, and then scolds herself. She doesn't want to see him as a weakness anymore.
Nico's Stygian sword seems to suck in the fog that comes out of Clytius, and Ara remembers Lily's weapon and turns to Percy and Annabeth. "Lily's dagger!" She calls urgently.
Both teens are standing, though they're barely able to. Annabeth unsheaths the blade and slides it across the floor. Ara stops it with her foot and picks it up. Almighty and her shield shrink, the first to become a dagger and the other back into a hair-tie around her wrist.
Her hands have equal-sized weapons, and Ara feels ready to end this. It's a little hard to get back in without getting hurt on accident, but she manages to. "Leo, Jason! I need a grenade and a lift—in that order!"
Leo pulls out two grenades of Greek fire. He tosses one to the giant's face and temporarily blinds him as when Clytius eats it, and then he dumps the second into his breastplate. "Duck!" He screams.
Everyone drops and covers their heads as Clytius's armor blasts into pieces. Jason lifts Ara off the ground several feet up and throws her on top of the dazzled giant. The girl slashes his chest with Almighty first, then just as quickly she sinks Lily's dagger deep into the wound, absorbing the giant's energy.
"Good luck draining this," she mutters.
Clytius faints and Ara slips off, yanking the stygian dagger out in the process. The rest of her friends gather around her, and Hecate steps forward. "And so it ends," she says.
"It does not end." Clytius's words are slurring. "My brethren have risen. Gaea waits only for the blood of Olympus. It took all of you together to defeat me. What will you do when the Earth Mother opens her eyes?"
Hecate doesn't dignify that question with an answer, she just stuffs her torches in the giant's head, igniting his body so quickly that Ara doesn't even get to feel grossed out.
Hazel breathes in harshly and Ara snaps out of her murderous fit. "Broken rib," Ara says with concern. "We have to get you out of here."
"Yes, you should go now, Hazel Levesque. Lead your friends out of this place." Hecate tells her.
"Just like that? No 'thank you'? No 'good work'?" Hazel asks through gritted teeth while Ara helps her up.
"Let it go, Haze," Ara whispers.
"You look in the wrong place for gratitude," the goddess replies. "As for 'good work,' that remains to be seen. Speed your way to Athens. Clytius was not wrong. The giants have risen—all of them, stronger than ever. Gaea is on the very edge of waking. The Feast of Hope will be poorly named unless you arrive to stop her."
"We will stop them," Ara responds. "I've got a good crew."
There is a shadow of a smile when the woman talks to her. "Well, you are the voice of all demigods, so I shall trust your judgment." The ceiling starts crumbling and Hecate tenses. "The House of Hades is unstable. Leave now. We shall meet again." And just like that, she's gone.
"Never expect gratitude," Ara talks while Nico approaches and takes Hazel from her. "You can't control their sentiment, but you can rely on binding rules. Hecate will keep an eye on you now because you're her servant, that might save you one day."
Hazel looks up at her with soft eyes and takes a shaky breath. "Thank you."
Ara smiles. "It's my job."
"Birdy got taller?" Percy's hoarse voice catches their attention.
"Dude." Jason reaches Percy and wraps his arms around him in a crushing hug.
"Back from Tartarus!" Leo howls and whistles. "That's my peeps!"
Piper hugs Annabeth and cries, Frank goes to Hazel and takes her from Nico. Nico reaches Ara and offers to shake her hand. "Well done, Birdy. I told you the cloak would help."
She stares at his hand and then at his face. "I'm so sorry for what I'll do, please don't stab me." Ara wraps her arms around him and takes a deep breath of relief. Nico tenses for about five seconds, then stiffly and lightly pats her back.
"Thank you," she sniffs. "Without you, I wouldn't've gotten my brother back. Thank you, Nico."
"I promised I would," he responds curtly.
"Birdy?" The girl looks towards the voice calling her: Percy's clothes are torn, he looks sickly, and his eyes are bloodshot... but his gaze is soft and full of relief.
"Brother," she chokes out.
Ara rushes to them and pulls him and Annabeth into a hug that feels like heaven after a month of literal hell. The girl sobs as she squeezes them tightly against her, and uses her empath touch to absorb their ailings.
She kisses his brother's cheek and Annabeth's forehead, not needing to stand on her toes to do any of those since she's almost as tall as Annabeth. "I'm so sorry—"
"I'm not," Annabeth cries tears of joy. "But I'm sorry your T-Rex wasn't as lucky as us... it burned to death."
Ara laughs tearily and shakes her head. "I don't care—I've got my family back."
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torchiiko · 10 days ago
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technofinch · 3 months ago
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I was tagged by @wretcheddthing to talk about my ocs and WHO am I to deny such a request!! In return I'll pass the torch to @sapphofinch and @cainsign if they wish to do so
And so, without further ado, Mulligan Hours <3
general:
name: James Alejandro Cain (surprise middle name reveal)
alias: Mulligan :3
age: 46
spoken language: English, Spanish, french (quebecois)
sexual orientation: incorrigibly heterosexual
occupation: Captain and Pilot of the starship Ophelia
post-game:
pre-game: I could technically answer these but he's basically doing the same thing both pre- and post-game (space trucking) he just leaves Weyland-Yutani and starts working freelance instead :3
favorite:
color: I was going to say burgundy but upon further research it seems I've answered this question before and said "sage green." So it stands!
entertainment: Instigating the people around him
pastime: Having conjugal relations with other people's wives
food: Children's breakfast cereal
drink: Coffee, black with one or two pumps of Miranda's fancy coffee syrup (for spite moreso than flavor)
have they...
passed university: Yep! He graduated a uscmc military academy with a specialization in navigation & logistics
had sex: yeag :3
had sex in public: At least once
got tattoos: A large one of a crested caracara on the back of his shoulder. He got it just before graduation with a group of buddies going out to try and feel more like "real marines." He doesn't know that it's a caracara, he just asked for "a badass eagle or something."
got piercings: Nope
got scars: Yes, but not from anything badass or meaningful.
are they...
a cuddler: Not at all, he doesn't like to sleep or do any sleep-adjacent activities nor does he like emotional vulnerability. Cuddling is the nightmare scenario for him
scared easily: He's generally levelheaded and professional, but after the events of canon Mulligan gets a lot jumpier. He wouldn't say he's scared, but he's at the very least incredibly traumatized.
jealous easily: Not at all. He hates emotional attachment and gets uncomfortable if anyone gives him too much attention, so it's a great relief if someone he's been with finds someone else.
trustworthy: Surprisingly yes. He doesn't like lying (and he's not good at it), and he goes to great lengths to keep his word/pay his debts. Once he's agreed to something, he's going to do it, for better or for worse.
family:
siblings: Nope! Only child
parents: His father, Dan, is a born and raised spacer with Chilean heritage who got a job mining trimonite on New Galveston. He died during Mulligan's second year away at school in a "tunnel collapse." His mother, Elizabeth, was born in Quebec and left Terra to work as a teacher/secretary. She wanted a large family and had the skills to keep moving and live somewhere nicer, but she stayed for love ❤️
children: haha yeah :3c he's met one of them, a marine named Jameson, who he very nearly got killed. He has 11 others, two of which he knows about. He's not, and never will be, a good father and tbh his kids are generally better off not knowing him. Unless, of course, it's a mariner's revenge/boy named sue situation
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dreamspace24 · 3 months ago
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⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ F/O Tag List
This will be where you can find all of the tags I use for my blog! Feel free to block any if needed!
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·˚。 ✦〚 Romantic 〛✧ 。˚·
(❄️🌨️) Cold Days in Hell: me/Ted
(🏆💫) The Dream Team: me/Edgar
(⏳✨) Destined to Be: me/England
(🌊🌹) Seaside Roses: me/Rupert
(💦🎶) Singing in The Rain: me/Johnny
(🛜🌺) Screen-Crossed Lovers: me/Vox
(🍎🐛) Bookworms: me/Wally
(🍓🩸) Strawberry Syrup: me/Laughing Jack
(🔐🔦) Safe and Secure: me/Mike
(⚔️🛡️) Royal Rumble: me/Crash
(🩰🧵) Porcelain Doll: me/Ragatha
(🕶️👓) Love is Blind: me/Skylar
(🪩🎤) Three-Part Harmony: me/Skylar/Johnny
·˚。 ✦〚 Platonic 〛✧ 。˚·
(🐈🦇) Cats & Bats: me & other Aquabats
(👑🪄) The Royal Court: me, Lynsday, & Buddy
·˚。 ✦〚 Familial 〛✧ 。˚·
(💄👑) Beauty Within: me & Bob Armstrong
(👁️‍🗨️🔄) Sync Up: me & Date-Sagan family
·˚。 ✦〚 OC x Canon 〛✧ 。˚·
(🦇🌊) Bats Out of Water: Spitfire & Aquabats
(🧭🔥) Passing Torches: Spitfire & MCBC
(💥💢) Enemies to Allies: Sara A. & AM
·˚。 ✦〚 AU's 〛✧ 。˚·
(🥀💔) Seasonal Heartache: me/Ted Ex's AU
·˚。 ✦〚 S/I's & OC's 〛✧ 。˚·
(🫐🍬) Sour Candy: Sara Álvarez (OC)
(🔥☄️) Cosmic Bomb: Spitfire (Aquabats!OC)
(🎂💭) Happy Thoughts: IHNMAIMS S/I
(❤️‍🩹🏥) Emotional Malpractice: Creepypasta S/I
(🎀🩰) All Dolled Up: DE Object S/I
(🐱🌟) Starlight, Starbright: Aquabats S/I
(🍓📝) Sharing is Caring: Welcome Home S/I
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mysticstarlightduck · 1 year ago
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OC Questionnaire
Thank you so much for the tag, @willtheweaver!!! (here)
MY QUESTIONS WERE:
Is there anything that would make you lose trust in others?
Do you think anyone could love you?
If you could relive one day, which one would it be?
YOUR QUESTIONS ARE:
Where is your favorite place in the world?
What food do you hate the most?
Do you like watching sunsets or sunrises?
The characters answering will be Corah and Scarlet from Of Starlight and Beasts, Renn from my still-unnamed fairytale fantasy WIP, and Sam Delaways from Enchanted Illusions!
1. Is there anything that would make you lose trust in others?
Corah - Betrayal, abandonment and dishonesty are pretty far up on the list, along with unwarranted cruelty, people who like to make others feel uncomfortable, or those with a just generally jerkass attitude.
Scarlet - Finding out that person works for the King, or is too buddy-buddy with the constabulary in the city usually sets off all of my alarms all at once. I also cannot stand cowards, liars and people who cannot be trusted to hide a secret.
Renn - Hmm. I guess that being lied to or used by someone tends to be what breaks the deal, but I also lose trust in people who are too indecisive, or whom I know would choose the set laws and rules over the wellbeing of individuals.
Sam - Trust is important, alright, but it ain't more important than staying safe. I tend to give people a lot of chances before fully losing all trust in 'em. I think what would make me lose trust really fast is finding out someone is sadistic or cruel to innocent people, or discovering someone I trusted had intentionally hid something important from me.
2. Do you think anyone could love you?
Corah - ... I sure hope so? Haha. Asking the hard hitting questions, are we now? But on a serious note, I think that almost anyone who is good - or willing to become good through effort - deserves love. I strive to be a good person and help others whenever I can - I just hope this is enough...
Scarlet - Yes, absolutely! I am a delight to be around. I think. I have lots of friends, and my sister and I have a really close bond. The love for one's family is one of the most special ties in the world, and I wouldn't ask for anything more.
Renn - I think so, if they ever get to know me beyond what the rumors and scare stories of the villagers will have you believe. Most don't. I don't really care - but some days I just wish more people gave me a chance.
Sam - Yep. I have two little brothers who say that I'm their hero! While in my opinion that is very flattering on its own, I'm very thankful to have them both in my life, despite most things not going as planned. Don't know what I would do without 'em.
3. If you could relive one day, which one would it be?
Corah - The day I met Arammys. I know its two days before my whole life was thrown upside down, but that day was perfect. Not only was it the day I met my closest friend, and current boyfriend, but everything was so perfectly normal - almost like everything was going to go exactly as I expected. Turns out they didn't, but that's not the point.
Scarlet - The day I taught Nimwen how to shoot the bow and arrow, and I stole a cherry cake from a shop in town that lasted us two whole days. That was a pretty great day given our standards. I'd love to relive it.
Renn - Hmm. The days before my Dad went on the voyage that got him killed. Before I had to figure out how to survive alone away from our land and villagers with torches and pitchforks became the biggest threat to my way of life. We were happy, and I was just a little kid having the time of my life with a parent cared about me. That was great! Or used to be.
Sam - I dunno. Days are all pretty similar in Strystead - an endless grind of work, survival and learning to stay out of trouble. My happiest moments are the ones where I get to just spend free time with my little brothers without having to work myself to the bone in the factories. Those days are rare though, and will likely keep getting rarer - because the Mayor sure ain't about to pay working folk a proper salary, but that's a whole other issue.
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daemon-in-my-head · 1 year ago
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Eh fuck it. Oc lore cuz I wanna (I'm sorry).
Sooo, my lil gremlin Elli has a bunch of names. Obv, Elli being one of them and the one I too use most frequently, but alas, it's just an alias.
His actual given name is Fionnlagh, nickname used to be Fine. Me being me tho, those names all have a distinct meaning, and those meanings tell that story of what's going on with him.
Fionnlagh means white warrior, pure knight, that sorta shit. It's the name that was mainly used when he was still a kid, pre-Bhaal and everything. Yk, that time when he trained to join a Paladin order cuz he wanted the ability to protect his family properly.
After daddy dearest intervened however, he discarded that name and he didn't pick up his new alias immediately. My guy was kinda trapped in the shadow fell for a while, and the Shadarkai who adopted him there gave him the name Ellifain. It's inspired by another elf that was hellbent on getting revenge on someone (who was their saviour unbeknownst to them) and died in the name of said revenge. The nickname Elli developed thx to a certain tyrant's intervention, and as such, he's also the only one who uses it. The name Elli in and of itself means torch, the light you're searching for, blinding light, that kinda shit. After all he is the solution Gortash was looking for.
Now as for his final name, Fine, that was a nickname his family had used. Gortash knows his full name but buddy didn't even bother remembering so eh. Anyway. Fine means end in Italian. In music it refers to the point where movement ceases. My boy is the kid of a bard so that's how that ties together, and well, he died to reclaim that name so it fits. It's also the primary name he uses post-epilogue. And since I adore tragedies, the people who would eventually die at his hands calling him the end is the cosmic irony I so enjoy.
The last name, Starym, is the name of an old and pretty much ruined noble elven house that, at the point where BG3 takes place, has been pretty much forgotten. The noteworthy part about that family, however is that they owned an enchanted sword, which had the tiny downside that anyone who wielded it and wasn't of chaotic good alignment would go mad. The house hadn't found a wielder for the sword for a while before its ruin and everyone who tried went mad which ended up sealing the houses fate. And apparently even the adopted descendants share a similar fate but I won't get to spoilery bout that. Yet. Give me another 2 weeks lol.
Oh also the cult, Sarevok and Orin never once refer to him by any of his names. Pre Tadpole the name he used for any sort of business dealings and the one that was known to the Patriars he definitely didn't blackmail frequently was Ellifain, after all it is a common elven name so nobody batted an eye. He avoided revealing any sort of last name, instead insisting everyone used the first name and to appear more 'open' and giving ppl a sense of a close relationship. Alas, to bad all of them were simply funds to him.
Feel free to ask shit about him cuz I definitely don't have the most elaborate backstory you've ever seen for him and love talking about the bitch, nah I'd never. He's not my beloved brain child.
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matchademi · 2 years ago
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Falls: Hey Buddy, I know you wanna get out more. Why don't you go to the town nearby
Buddy (age 15): YES, thank you! I'll be back. Yes, I'll keep my com open. Yeah, I'll keep my head down, and no, I won't get into a fight... unless someone else starts it. *puts his vambraces on quickly before running of their ship into town. After an hour of looking around (and knicking a few things, he hears a voice that reminds him of Omega, he looks around saddened when he doesn't see her realises that other person is a clone, a female clone but that doesn't matter. He follows her for several minutes but trips over something and stumbles out of hiding his newly dyed corrie red hair, doing nothing to hide the teen* kriff it all....Buir is gonna be so mad....
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matchademi · 2 years ago
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I'm using Torch/Buddy separately since his personality does a full 180 when he turns 18
I also have 3 jedi ocs
Miwa: she is Plo Koons padawan and is very feral and is best friends with Anakin and is only a year younger than him she quickly was scooped up into the wolf pack and later the bad batch
Nessa:she is Miwa's padawan during the rebels era, not as feral but would absolutely beat Ezras ass just for fun
Icurus: he my sequel trilogy oc he is best friends with Poe he was a Jedi, but he decided to put down his saber after his master and buir died his Buir is in fact Torch. He is a MASSIVE flirt he also used to be a pilot until he got into a bad crash that nearly killed him
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the-shark-well · 3 years ago
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OBJECT OCS !!!! please please ask abt them if ur curious bc I have so much brainrot for all of them KAHSKASJ (no this wont be an actual object show as much as I'd love that , these are just my own lil ocs to play around with)
Hosts;
Radio (Radioactive Pocketwatch) [she/her , agender] - Radio is a minor trickster/time deity accidentally responsible for the apocalypse. As punishment, she was sent on "reaper duty" to clean up the remaining stragglers so the Gods have room to restart the world in what's referred to as the Planetary Renaissance.
Scribblez [they/them , agender] - They're one of many angels that work for the Gods, specifically they're Radio's assistant and got sorta dragged into her mess.
Team 1 , a.k.a 'The Scraps';
Glass Shard [she/he , bigender] - The leader of her clique, Glass Shard is very self-righteous and determined for all the wrong reasons. Although self-assigned the leader, he's not a particularly good team player.
Party Popper (or just Popper) [he/fun , trans male] - Very easy to startle and super easy to undermine. Popper is looking to prove funself throughout the course of the competition, both as a person and as Glass Shard's right hand man.
Beehive [she/her , trans girl] - She was only a teenager when the apocalypse started and stuck with her buddy Joycon through it until they were transported into the competition. She just wants to wake up from this nightmare.
Rug [he/him , nb woman] - The only one who feels a responsibility towards not only himself, but also his teammates. Rug took Beehive under his wing and looks out for her when nobody else would.
Femur [he/they/she , genderqueer] - Previously apart of Morning's gang before the apocalypse, Femur was chosen by Glass Shard to go on their team, for the sole purpose of wanting to hurt Morning's chances in the competition.
Hourglass [they/them , non-binary] - Hourglass uses their other senses to gauge the competition since they were animated without eyes. They're witty and quick with ideas and have a strong sense of time management.
Team 2 , a.k.a 'Morning's Gang';
Morningstar (or just Morning to friends/teammates) [he/they/it , agender] - He isn't actually interested in winning the game, he just wants to help his gang. They're an incredible leader, although terribly selfish person to outsiders. It is also mute and communicates through sign or writing.
Dove (Dove's Feather) [he/him , cis man] - Morning's best friend and trusty right hand man. He's been at Morning's side for years and is determined to help Morning win, unbeknownst to the fact that Morning has no desire to. Who knows what Dove would do with himself without Morning.
Joycon [he/they/glitch , demiboy] (character concept by @skybristle muwah ily bestie /plat) - He was a self-proclaimed gamer before the apocalypse, but now dedicates a lot of his time to his team and spiting The Scraps. Like most people, glitch has a chip on glitches shoulder against Glass Shard.
Barbz (Barbed Wire) [ze/they , agender] - Barbz would talk your ear off all day if you gave zer the chance to. They're very quick and light on their feet and perfect for stealth or speed. Ze will hit you with zer tail if you annoy zem.
Bandages [she/they , genderfaun] - She doesn't actually like anyone on her team, she just needed the money and is stuck with them in the apocalypse due to unfortunate circumstances.
Torch [ey/fawn , demigirl] - ey are blind (not pictured here but ey have a whitecane). More quiet than the rest, Torch prefers taking in all the information fawn can rather than contribute to the conversation. Ey remember details and events most people don't even think about, making em incredible for clever games in the competition.
Miscellaneous;
Comedy Mask [she/they , agender] - The God of the sunset/sunrise, joy, happy endings, object animation etc. etc. She's not very picky on what Radio chooses to do or not do, and urges her to have fun. They may have given Radio the idea to start a gameshow.
Tragedy Mask [he/they , agender] - More serious of the two, he's the God of despair, nightskies, belief, challenge, etc. They consistently check on Radio and are always frustrated with how long she's taking to do her job.
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inagetawaycarxo · 4 years ago
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More Than That | Connor Rhodes
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Requested By Anon; Connor Rhodes and Female Reader, Where you and Connor are friends with benefits, for the stress relief, as you both are trauma surgeons at Med. You both have feelings for each other but are scared of rejection. After working together on a case, you and Connor are inspire to tell each others about your feelings for each other.
Pairings: Connor Rhodes x Fem!Reader {fwb}
Featuring: Y/n (Reader), Connor Rhodes, Maggie, April, Natalie Manning, two OC's
Summary: Feelings come clean as a case changes the FWB dynamic between Connor and Y/n.
Warnings: fluff, angst, hospital stuff, crying, feelings getting confessed, kissing, medical stuff I got wrong and protocols, errors I missed.
w/c: 2482
A/N: Got a request? Send it in! REQUESTS ARE OPEN! FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED!
Connor leaned against the nurse's station, smiling fondly at you, as he watched you type away on the keyboard. Eyes focusing on the screen.
He felt his heart rate flutter. His feelings for you grew ever since he had sex with you. He was too scared to confess his feelings for you just in case you rejected him and told him you didn’t feel the same way.
Neither Connor nor you noticed Maggie looking at the both of you with a knowing smirk. Shaking her head. She was wondering when the two of you were finally going to admit that he and you had feelings for each other.
“When our shifts are over, I was thinking we could hook up,” Connor spoke, making a smirk appear on your lips.
“Or instead of waiting till the end of our shift, we could have a quickie,” You suggested, looking away from the screen to look at Connor. Taking your lower lip in between your teeth. Connor felt himself fall in love with you even more. As well as grow hard.
His finger went up to the side of your face, tucking the loose piece of hair behind your ear. Making your breath hitch. While Connor smirked. Eyes darkening with lust.
He opened his mouth to speak, but the sound of a woman’s loud voice cut him off.
“Help him,” She pleaded. Desperation on her voice. As she did her best to support the man. But she was struggling to hold his weight.
Maggie, Connor and you, quickly rushed to her side.
Connor wrapped his arm around the guy. You quickly went to her side. Gently touching her shoulder. She looked at you through tear-filled eyes. Looking frazzled. Pulling her away from the guy.
Connor assisted the semi-unconscious guy to a gurney. Grabbing a pair of gloves as he walked into the room. Putting them on his hands. Connor examined the deep cut
“I’m fine,” He grumbled out, as Connor took the torch out of his pocket. Shining the torch in his eyes. Noticing his pupils were bigger.
“Do you remember what happened?” Connor asked him.
“He passed out,” She gasped out from outside the door.
“We were in a car accident,” He replied. Slightly dazed.
“Do you remember your name?” Connor asked as the guy’s head slumped down.
“Luke,” He replied.
“It’s okay, Hun, we are going to help him,” You reassured her, as sobs racked her body.
You let go of her shoulder. Giving her one last reassuring smile, before rushing over to Connor. Grabbing a pair of gloves as you entered the room. While Maggie patched up the wound on his head.
“Is there ringing in the ears that doesn't go away? Any weakness in your arms or legs?” You asked as Connor took his stethoscope out of his pocket. Putting the ear tips in his ear. Putting the diaphragm on his chest, where his heart was located. Listening intently. Furrowing his eyebrows slightly. Nothing sounded off.
The guy let out a groan, making Connor and you meet each other’s eyes.
“I have a headache, there is ringing in my ears,” He responded.
Connor’s eyes looked up to look at you. Your eyes meeting his.
“Let’s do an MRI scan and a CT and run a full body scan to rule anything else out,” You spoke, making Connor nod.
“Luke, we are going to take you upstairs, for an MRI scan, okay,” You informed him, as Connor put the railings up. Maggie unlocked the brakes with her foot. While you did the same on the end brakes.
The women quickly lurched forward. As Connor and you rolled the guy out of the room.
Maggie held the women back, as Connor and you wheeled the gurney into the elevator. Going to the floor where the MRI room was.
“Do you remember what today is?” You asked, trying to get more information out of him.
“Ah…” He answered.
“Wednesday,” He replied, making you give him a slight smile. As the elevator doors dinged, opening up. Connor and you looked at each other having a silent conversation with each other.
Connor and you quickly rolled the gurney out of the elevator and towards where the MRI machine was.
“Luke, do you have any metal in your body we should know about?” You asked him. Luke shook his head no.
Helping him off the gurney, and onto the table. Laying him down on the table. Making sure his head faces the bore.
“Luke, this is Doctor Evans, she is going to slowly pull the table towards the machine,” You spoke, pointed to Doctor Evans, who gave Luke a reassuring smile. Not that he turned his attention to her. He looked slightly panicked. His eyes looking at the ceiling.
“You are going to be okay, just breath in and out,” You reassured him. Turning around. Connor and you walked out of the door, and into the room Doctor Evans was in. She nodded her head at Connor and you, starting the process.
“You might feel a little weird, Luke, but just breath in and out, try not to think about it, find your happy place,” You instructed him, pressing the intercom. Connor looked at the monitor that showed Luke’s brain.
You looked at the screen, noticing that everything was fine. Connor turned his gaze to look at you.
“Everything looks fine, we should do a CT scan, see if there is a fracture,” You spoke.
“Yeah,” Connor agreed with you. Giving Doctor Evans a small smile. While you went to Luke, the table going out of the MRI machine. Luke honestly looked like he was going to be sick.
“Hey, Luke, everything looked fine, but we are going to take you to the CT scan room now, and do a CT scan,” You spoke. Grabbing the gurney and bringing it over to him.
Luke let out an annoyed grunt as a response. As you helped him off the table and onto the gurney.
Connor walked into the room
“Hey buddy, one more scan, and then you can go see your girlfriend,” Connor spoke, as he and you wheeled Luke out of the room and down the corridor going towards the room where the CT scan machine was.
“Oh, she’s not my girlfriend,” He responded. Making Connor’s eyes slightly widen at his mistake.
“Oh, sorry, your sister then,” He corrected himself. Smiling at Luke.
Luke shook his in disgust. Making Connor look at you. you looked just as confused.
“She isn’t my sister,” He grumbled, feeling slightly irritated. You weren’t sure if it was at Connor or the fact he had to have another scan.
“Well, your friend then,” Connor spoke. Making Luke let out an annoyed grunt.
You gave Connor a comforting smile. Both of you feeling slightly relieved when the two of you entered the room where the CT scan machine was in.
Connor and you helped Luke out of the gurney and onto the table.
Connor quickly pushed the gurney to the side, going out of the room and into another room where the monitors were. Probably to avoid more of Luke’s irritable mood.
Luke grabbed your wrist before you could turn around. Looking at you with pleading eyes. Face edged with worry.
“This won't take long will it, I… just,” He spoke, forehead creasing as he tried to think of the words to say, you gave him a slight smile.
“It shouldn’t take long, all we are just checking for is a fracture,” You spoke, giving him a warm smile. He let go of your wrist. You could see worry clouding in his eyes. Making you purse your lips.
“I’m sure she is alright, I’ll go get her after your CT scan is finished,” You spoke.
“Promise?” He asked, holding his pinkie finger up. Making you smile.
“Promise,” You responded, hooking your pinkie finger with his. You unhooked your finger from his turning
“I have to tell her I feel the same way,” Luke mumbled, thinking you didn’t hear him, as you turned around and opened the door to the room Connor was in.
Connor arched an eyebrow at you. Making you let out a small chuckle.
“What?” You asked him. Taking a seat next to him.
“What did you promise him?” Connor asked as he started the process for the CT machine.
“He wants to see the girl that bought him in here,” You responded. Looking at the monitor, while Connor’s eyes were locked on you.
Connor rolled his eyes slightly.
“Hopefully, he is nicer to her,” Connor grumbled. Making you let out a slight chuckle.
“I think he might have feelings for her,” You spoke.
“Poor girl,” Connor grumbled. Making you playfully roll your eyes.
You pressed the intercom to the mic.
“Hey Luke, you might feel a little bit strange, don’t panic, remember to breath in and out,” You spoke, your voice coming through the speaker.
You let go of the intercom. Looking at the monitor intently as the scans slowly showed up.
“Well, everything looks fine,” You spoke, tapping your index finger on your chin.
“Yeah,” Connor responding. Squinting his eyes. You slightly moved closer to the screen. Making Connor’s breath hitch at how close you were to him. Connor pushed his feelings aside. Focusing on the brain scans on the monitor.
“Wait,” You muttered seeing something questionable.
“Does that look like a linear fracture to you,” You spoke, pointing at where you saw it.  Connor looked closely at where you were pointing. You looked at him intently, waiting for his response.
“I can’t see anything,” Connor spoke. Not seeing what you were pointing out. Making you frown. You look again. You let out a sigh as you saw nothing. Maybe it was your eyes playing tricks on you.
“Okay, pull him out, and tell him the news, I’ll go get her,” You spoke, getting up from the chair and exiting the room, going to go find the girl that came with Luke.
When you exited the elevator the girl quickly rushed over to you.
“Is he going to die?” She gasped out. The rim of her eyes red. Tears filling her eyes.
“Have you got checked out?” You asked her. Ignoring her question by asking her a question.
“Yes, oh my god he is dying isn’t he?” She cried out.
“No, he isn’t dying,  he is in the clear, it’s just a concussion, I can take you to him,” You spoke.
She nodded her head, making you smile. You pressed the button for the elevator, making the elevator doors open. You walked into the elevator, while she followed you.
She let out a sigh.
“Make sure you look after him, and he doesn’t do any sports, try to temporarily reduce time spent on sports, video games, TV or too much socializing,” You told her.
“If his headache pain is too much….” You spoke again only for her to interrupt you.
“Are you in a relationship?” She bluntly blurted out. Making you look at her in shock.
“It’s complicated,” You nervously gasped out. Wishing the elevator would hurry up and reach the level it was meant to be on.
“You should tell them you love them, before it’s too,” She spoke through broken sobs. You gave her a sad smile. Resting your hand on her shoulder trying to comfort her.
“Oh, Hun, he is in the clear,” You reassured her. Giving her a reassuring smile. She looked at you with sad eyes filled with tears.
“I know, but I told him I loved him and he just stared at me, so I ran off and now he is in this mess,” She sobbed out.
“You know before he got his last scan, he said he felt the same way,” You spoke. Making her smile slightly.
“Really?” She beamed at you. Making you nod. She let out a squeal. The elevator dinged as it arrived on the floor. She rushed out. her eyes lighting up as she saw Luke in a wheelchair. She quickly wrapped her arms around him hugging him. Connor looked at them with a soft smile. Wishing that were him and you, but he was too scared to tell you in fear of getting rejected.
Connor looked up to see you walking out of the elevator. You beckoned him to follow you. Connor followed you into an unoccupied room.
Giving you a questionable look. You cupped the side of his face softly. bringing your lips up to his and kissing him passionately. Sparks flew between Connor and you. Connor felt his breath hitch. Heart rate speeding up. Eyes closed, as warmth filled his body and yours.
You pulled away from him, making Connor’s eyes flutter open. Connor and you stared intently into each other’s eyes. Breathing heavily.
“I love you, more than a friend,” You confessed breathlessly. Heart rate speeding up.  Nerves taking over your body. Connor felt his heart skip a beat. You finally spoke the words he was too afraid to tell you. most importantly you felt the same way.
“I just had to tell you before it was too late,” You gasped out. Still keeping eye contact with him. You were too nervous to see the joy in Connor’s eyes.
“I mean I can understand if you don’t feel the same way, I will respect that, though it might be hard and weird between us, we can get through….” You babbled out only for Connor to cut your rambling off by pressing his lips against yours. Kissing you with so much passion. His eyes as well as yours fluttering closed. His hands cupping the side of your face. His thumbs caressing your jawline.
Connor pulled away from you. Resting his forehead against yours. His eyes fluttering opened as well as yours.
Connors locked his eyes with yours.
“I love you too,” He confessed. Beaming at each other. Your eyes lit up with happiness. Heart skipping a beat. Smiling happily at him. Wrapping your arms around his neck.
Both of you beaming with happiness. Both feeling joyful over the fact the love the two of you shared for each other was mutual. Connor tilted his head on an angle, lowering his lips to yours. Eyes fluttering closed as he pressed his lips against yours softly. Your eyes fluttered shut, as you let out a content sigh. Connor's hands moved away from your face, trailing down to your waist, holding tightly onto your waist. Pulling you closer to his body, as he deepened the kiss.
The sound of his pager and your pager went off, wrecking the moment.
Connor and you pulled away from each other. Groaning. You pouted at Connor, making him smile down at you. His hand cupping the side of your face. Thumb caressing your jawline. Looking at you with soft eyes.
“Your adorable,” He cooed. Making you slightly flustered.
“We're going to finish this later,” You demanded, Making Connor smirk.
“Definitely,” He smirked. Making you take your lower lip in between your teeth…
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koulakoukoula2003 · 4 years ago
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Runaway Part 1 (Levi x Reader)
Pairing: Levi x Reader, Levi x You, Levi x y/n, Levi x OC
Trigger Warnings: Mention of Blood and Violence
Genre: fluffyyyyy flufffffffff
Summary: As a brilliant scientist of the Survey Corps -and a researching buddy of Hange's- you've started discovering things about the Titans that the government has tried so hard to keep in the dark. During the Uprising Arc, the MPs come after you and chase you down. Little do they know that you're Captain Levi's girlfriend and they'll have to go through him first if they wish to go after you.
Part 1 >>> Part 2
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She knew it wasn’t Levi when a bullet came flying her way. (Y/n)’s reflexes kicked in. She jumped out of the way. She looked at the table where she had all her samples. Her eyes widened. No! There was no way she was going to let it all go to waste. She had to protect those samples. She had to protect her notebook and her research. It had all the answers. It had everything they needed.
(Y/n) saw two soldiers from the Military Police barging in with their rifles in their hands. She kicked her chair to their way. They moved out of the way and pointed their rifles at her. She heard footsteps from behind her and before she even knew it, a hand was around her neck from behind, choking her. (Y/n) gritted her teeth. Bastards.
She stepped on the man’s leg powerfully with her own. He winced. She elbowed him on the jaw and the other two started firing. She grabbed the man that she had elbowed and she used him to shield her body from the bullets. The man’s blood spilled on her clothes. Dammit. Her skirt was ruined.
“Just take her out already!” One of them shouted to the other, but before they had the chance to place down their guns and attack on hand-to-hand combat someone else attacked them from behind.
Levi’s punches and kicks were rough, fast, and precise. It only took a few of them for the MPs to fall down unconscious. (Y/n) let down the man that had been shot at many times only for Levi’s hand to find its way around her waist and pull her protectively against him. His eyes, wide in alarm, met her own.
“Those bastards didn’t hurt you, did they?!” Levi asked worriedly.
His thumb found her cheek making sure he had her attention. He was breathless. He must have been running. And, of course, he had been running. He had to find her as fast as possible. He had to keep her safe. Coming in Trost was incredibly foolish of her. Alas, he knew the importance of her research.
(Y/n) shook her head. She escaped from his arms and she started stuffing her samples back in her bag as hastily as she could, and most important of all, her notebook.  
“We need to get you out of here,” Levi grabbed her hand and started dragging her away with him.
“Why would the MPs attack me?!” (Y/n) asked as they ran downstairs. His fingers were almost painfully tight around her own.
“Because you know things you’re not supposed to,” Levi answered but he heard footsteps.
He urged her to get into one of the many offices around the hall that they were now in. The offices were empty and dark. Night had finally fallen outside, but the halls had torches all around that were bringing enough light in the Survey Corps HQ. That office was empty and dark as well. They should be able to hide.
There were more MPs. Of course, they’d send an entire battalion for her. She was Captain Levi's childhood friend. She had survived living in the Underground. A talented Lieutenant of the Survey Corps. There’s no way merely three MPs would be enough to take her out. And Levi’s assumptions were correct. A hand was thrown around her protectively as he leaned and peeked through the keyhole.
“Do you think they got her?”
“I did hear a couple of shots, sir, but I’m not so sure,”
Levi was right. They were many. He could take them out on his own empty-handed and he wouldn’t break a sweat, but he had to take her out of there as fast as possible. He turned at (y/n). Her back pressed against the door. She tried to whisper something, but his fingers found her lips, sealing them back closed. They had reached the ground floor. They would be able to escape through the windows.
He nodded his head at the direction of the windows in the office and she nodded. If she didn’t know him as well as she did, he wouldn’t be able to tell her an entire plan through just one look. His fingers were still tight around her own and they approached the windows. Much to their luck, the stables were right beside that part of the building. He pulled the window open and he jumped out. She jumped out as well, careful not to make a sound. It wasn’t too high, but high enough to make her doubt herself.
But he caught her. Levi’s arms were tight around her, and he cursed when he realised that footsteps were once again approaching. Of course, they’d check the stables. It was still dark. There were no lights at the back of the building and anybody could grab a horse and sneak away.
Levi turned only to see that they were pretty damn close. There was no way they had enough time to grab a horse and start riding away without having the damn MPs chasing them. Maybe he’d have to fight after all. But (y/n) had a better idea in mind. Her hand found his shoulder, drawing his attention.
“Kiss me,”
Levi turned and looked at her confusedly. “(Y/n), this is no time for-”
But she grabbed his black jacket bringing him closer and before he had the chance to finish what he had to say, her lips crushed against his own and he instantly forgot what he was trying to say. She had never kissed him so ferociously before. Her tongue met the back of his throat and he groaned. Shit. He was beginning to catch up on what she was trying to do. But still, this was too risky and too exciting, but brilliant nonetheless.
His hand found her hip, settling a leg around his waist and he kissed her back just as ferociously as she did. He knocked her back against the brick wall. His fingers clutched in her thigh. Levi bit down on her lip and she let out the filthiest moan he had ever heard in his life. It made his blood go south. Fuck. If they kept this up, they’d be putting more than a show outside the freaking stables.
“Everything clear, officer?”
A superior’s voice came from behind and the officers found themselves unable to come up with a clear answer. All they had were two people making out at the back of the building and they doubted if the woman was (F/n) (L/n). (F/n) (L/n) should be on the run by now. These two were probably drunkards from a nearby inn and they had just ended up out there.
“Everything clear, sir!”
“Get your asses back here!”     
“Yes, sir!”
The MPs left fast enough, but Levi wouldn’t stop kissing her until she actually pulled back. Her taste, still on his lips. His hands still too tight around her, but she still managed to get away. How could she always know how to escape his grasp? It frustrated him. She still caught his hand and guided him over to the stables to get a horse and ride away.
“Let’s go!” She whispered.
“R- Right,”  
Compose yourself!
A/N: Lemme know what you guys think!!!! Lemme know if you liked it!!! I'll post a Part 2 soon!!!! Feel free to reblog and comment below 🥰
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wqintraining · 11 months ago
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The new Ultimate Universe has almost nothing to do with the old one. It centers around a new Earth, Earth-6160, where The Maker (the original Ultimate Reed Richards) has turned the world into his personal dystopia to rule over as a god, having removed superheroes from existence. The overarching theme of the books is thus about fighting to take back a future that was stolen by a cruel and selfish older generation.
The books are:
Ultimates: Where as the original Ultimates were a counter-terrorist agency, these Ultimates ARE terrorists, fighting against the world governments run by The Maker's council. It's very heavy, focused on character drama and political commentary, but it's main character, Iron Lad AKA teenage Tony Stark, is determined to restore the fun of superheroism to the world, so he brings levity. Joining him so far are Doctor Doom AKA Reed Richards, Captain America, Thor, Lady Sif, Ant-Man, Wasp, Human Torch AKA Jim Hammond, America Chavez, and She-Hulk AKA Lejori Joena Zakari. The Council they're fighting against consists of Hulk, Magik, Colossus, Omega Red, a French Captain Britain, Sunfire, Silver Samurai, Viper, Moon Knight, and Emmanuel Da Costa.
Ultimate Spider-Man: The lightest and most fun of all the books. Mid-30s Peter Parker balancing learning how to be Spider-Man/the world's first superhero with his responsibility to his wife, MJ, and their two kids, Ben and May. Green Goblin Harry Osborn is his main partner, Uncle Ben and Jonah are a buddy duo investigating corruption, and Gwen Stacy is Harry's wife who runs Oscorp and has brought MJ in on a money laundering scheme.
Ultimate Black Panther: Very serious, but not grimdark. Centered around T'Challa's war with Moon Knight. Also stars Okoye as T'Challa's wife, Shuri, Killmonger, and Storm (the latter two being a couple)
Ultimate X-Men: Junji Ito Magical Girls. Stars Armor, Maystorm (an OC Storm fangirl), Nico Minoru, Molly Hayes, Natsu (Cyclops but a Japanese teenage girl), Surge, and Psylocke.
Ultimates is the Best Comic on the Market
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