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Jeff is a villain, and Selena starts out as a young teenaged superhero trying to foil his plans

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Hello Again (Superhero AU)

Our Superhero AU went from really lighthearted to very, very sad...

TW: parental death mention, murder mention, broken friendship

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“Hey.”

Derek squealed and jumped. He turned around to see who had spoken, but nobody was there. “I- Selena?”

Silence.

“You never had to be all quiet, you know?”

Another frightened squeal erupted from Derek as he turned back around. There she was. Selena Mavis, in the flesh. The girl he had been avoiding for almost three years now. He hadn’t planned on changing that anytime soon, but…

“So how was your date?” she asked, crossing her arms. “I hear you and Cora are still going steady. Was the movie great?”

Gulping, Derek clapped his hands together. “Uh– Yeah,” he said, a little louder than he meant to. “Saw it in IMAX. Great film.”

The look on her face made him wish that he still knew her as well as he used to. “Good,” she whispered. “Good.”

They sat for a few moments, staring at each other. Derek waited a few agonizing moments before clearing his throat and stepping back. “Uh– I should be getting home now– It was nice seeing you–”

“Don’t,” Selena said, holding her hand up. “Don’t do that, like we’ll be seeing each other tomorrow like old times. We both know that’s not going to happen.”

Lowering his head, Derek turned away so he wouldn’t have to face her head on. “Look… Selena,” he mumbled. “Why are you here? We… We don’t–”

“Don’t what?” she laughed humorlessly. “Hang out? I noticed. Believe me.

“So why?” she asked. “Why did you start avoiding me? I… I thought we were friends.”

“I–” Derek groaned, running his hands over his face. “Maybe,” he said. “I don’t know, maybe I was scared. Really, really scared.”

“Scared of what?” Selena asked. “Of who? Me?”

Derek’s stare was piercing. “... Yeah,” he finally said. “I think it’s safe to say that I am.”

Her face fell. Somehow, she hadn’t been expecting that. Maybe she wanted him to lie, or to say nothing…

“Why are you surprised?” Derek scoffed. He gestured around at the empty alleyway. “Look what you’ve done. Look what you did back then!”

Selena looked away. “... I’m a different person, now-”

“You killed people, Selena!” Derek practically yelled, struggling to keep his voice down as he stepped unconsciously closer to her. “You killed so many people! Do you fucking understand that?”

Shutting her eyes, Selena took a deep breath. William had said Derek was avoiding the news and all that, she remembered, there was no way he would know how dangerous it was for her to lose control. 

“That’s… of course I do,” she muttered, kicking at a rock. 

“Do you?” Derek asked quietly, moving to try and catch her gaze. “Selena - they’re gone. Gone, gone. No matter what they did to you…”

“You know how much that shit hurt me.” Selena’s voice trembled as she shut her eyes. “They fucking deserved it.”

“No.”

She finally looked back up at Derek. He looked like he didn’t know whether to be scared, or furious, or just… sad. 

“No, Selena. The people that bullied you when we were younger did not deserve to die. None of them.”

Her teeth clenched, and she put a hand to her forehead. It felt wet - it wasn’t raining. She was getting too emotional, she was getting too close to the edge.

“You even killed a mother,” Derek said quietly. “You… I can’t believe you-”

“That kid was safer elsewhere!” Selena yelled, stepping forward. Reaching a tense arm up, she pointed out at the city. “No mom like that, that bully, ever deserves to be around a kid! Never!”

“She grew up, Selena!” Derek shouted back, throwing his arms out to the sides. “This isn’t like a recess fight, you killed her for something that happened years ago!”

“And now it’ll never happen again,” she hissed. “Not from her, and not from any of the other ones.”

“Half of them grew out of it, Selena! At least! You killed people for things they stopped doing, and never did again!”

“That doesn’t mean the hurt goes away! That doesn’t mean they get away with it, they can always go back!”

“So, what, you killed them? Killed them so they never have a chance to redeem themselves!?”

“They already had their chances! What about me, huh!? How about how my life ended up from what they did! They don’t say ‘sorry,’ and they get a nice life and I don’t!? They-”

Selena was cut off. A gust of wind slammed into her like a sledgehammer, and she flew backwards until she rolled to a stop on the ground.

With a groan, she rolled back to her front, pushing herself up with one arm as she wrapped the other around her torso. She definitely had bruises from the concrete, and she would have to be checked over for more.

She lifted her head, her vision beginning to clear as she saw somebody land next to Derek, someone with long blonde hair, touching his arm softly, murmuring to him. Fuck.

“Cora.”

Cora turned around, her eyes landing on Selena. Her eyes turned from that ice and cobalt blue to a full glowing white, and she lifted her hands towards the crumpled figure on the ground. “Don’t come any closer,” she warned. “I won’t let you hurt him.”

A hiss escaped Selena’s teeth as she bared them at Cora. “I would never. Harm. Him.”

“Tell that to Jeff.”

Selena grit her teeth. She could feel them growing sharp. She didn’t care. “Jeff is different,” she growled. “Jeff tricked me, he led me on for years. Derek is-”

“What?” Cora said flatly, stepping closer to her. “Your friend? Someone you trust? You treated everybody like shit and threw them away when they came to help you. You thought you would act differently around Derek?”

“Yes!” Selena shrieked, getting up to her hands and knees. It was starting to rain, droplets falling over her face and hair, mingling with the blank ink down the side of her face. “He’s my friend, he cares, he-”

“You attacked him in his own home!”

“I attacked Will!” Selena screamed, sitting up as she clenched her fists. “I attacked Will, he was there, he’s dangerous, I couldn’t-!”

“STOP!”

The two looked at Derek. His chest was heaving, and he had his hands clutched to his hair. “Just- STOP!” he shouted again, shutting his eyes. He shook his head violently before he looked at Selena again, pointing at her. 

“You-” he swallowed. “We are not friends. Not anymore. Not after you turned your back on everything we were.”

Selena’s heart dropped in her chest. The rain was pouring harder, now, drenching them all and making it hard to hear.

“... Come on,” Cora said quietly, putting a hand onto Derek’s shoulder. “Let’s go home.”

“... Hey…” Selena looked up. She saw her hand reach out to them as they began to turn away, but she couldn’t feel anything but the rain. “Hey, we’re not done-”

“You’ve done enough!” Cora snapped, glaring over her shoulder at the girl. “You’ve hurt him enough! Now go away!”

Selena could only watch numbly as they walked away, Cora covering Derek with her jacket to shield him from the rain. Selena’s own coat was getting soaked, the ends laying on the ground as she knelt there.

“... I…” She couldn’t tell whether or not it was the rain taking her body over with the cold, or the creature taking her body over with the madness again. “... What about me?”

Trembling, she lowered her head to the ground, holding it between her hands like it would explode. She stared wide-eyed at the concrete, propped up on her elbows. The only warmth she could feel now were her tears.

“... He hurt me,” she whispered. “What about me?”

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The Empress’s Pawn (Superhero AU)

Hey kiddos, been awhile since we’ve posted. Anyway have yet another scene from our superhero au lol. -Mod Dusty

CW: prison setting, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, manipulation, betrayal

The hallway seemed to stretch out infinitely before Roxanne. From above her came the constant buzz from the harshly glowing lights, a sound that invaded each thought that raced through her mind. Off-white brick walls stared down at her from either side, occasionally interrupted by doors or another hallway branching off from this one. The numerous branching paths made the whole place seem like a maze; a design choice intentionally made to confuse any possible intruders or escapees, making it easy for them to become lost and later captured by the guard patrol. While Jeff’s facility overall was very impressive, the prison block where Roxanne now found herself in had to be her least favorite place within its walls.

The thud of her boots echoed loudly down the corridor as she walked, her cape billowing behind her. One arm clutched a folder full of documents tightly to her chest while the other was raised to her face to wipe a bit of sweat away from around the edges of her mask. It felt rather silly to have to wear her suit around the facility, especially when it caused her inconveniences; such as her cape becoming caught in doors or getting snagged on various things. In hindsight, maybe the cape wasn’t a great idea for her new hero persona. Wardrobe malfunctions aside, bearing with it was far better than risking the exposure of her identity. 

She kept her pace quick, her footsteps keeping a steady beat. Her gaze was locked dead ahead of her, not even giving a second glance to the few guards and staff members whom she passed along the way. Their waves and friendly greetings went unexpectedly unanswered, leading to many raised eyebrows and double takes. She stopped for nothing. Two guards stood in the middle of the hallway casually talking to each other and she briskly stepped around them without missing a beat. No hellos, no wishing anyone a wonderful day, she just kept walking. She had places to be today.

After a series of twists and turns down the labyrinthine complex of corridors and a lengthy security checkpoint, Roxanne eventually came before a huge steel door with a sign above it which read “MAXIMUM SECURITY CELL BLOCK.” On either side of the door were guards carrying heavy assault rifles and dressed in high-tech suits of armor; armor modeled directly after the former Hero Killer’s suit. They both snapped to attention as she approached, most likely former henchmen of her father. She simply held up a hand to put them at ease and pulled out her keycard to insert in the reader on the door’s right side. A pneumatic hiss emitted from the door as it suddenly lurched open an inch before slowly sliding the rest of the way open. She waited for the door to open completely and for the guards to give her the go-ahead before she finally stepped through. 

The cell block was a long hall with a high, arched ceiling. The walls were lined with -you guessed it- cells! In lieu of the traditional metal bars, the cell doors were made of reinforced plexiglass, allowing the villains imprisoned within to be fully visible to the guards. Many of the prisoners leered at Roxanne as she passed, getting right up against the glass and making obscene gestures at her and shouting their usual empty threats. 

Like everyone else, she completely ignored them. Occasionally she’d shoot them the cold glare her father had taught her -that would usually shut them up immediately- but not today. She kept walking until she reached the end of the hall where she came before another large steel door. This door was much bigger and thicker than the first door, resembling that of a vault door. Six guards stood in front of this door, all wearing the same high tech armor as the guards at the entrance to the cell block. However, these guards had been outfitted with advanced rifles specially designed for super powered individuals, all sporting the trademark Collinsworth logo. As Roxanne approached, all six guards moved to block her path.

The first guard held out his hand towards her. “You’re not authorized past this point, Ms. Witch.”

“Dude, it’s Mrs. Witch now!” another guard corrected. “Didn’t you know she got married to that Angel guy recently?”

“Gary, what have I said about your mouth and keeping it shut?” The first guard scolded, turning around to shoot what Roxanne assumed to be a scathing look at his comrade. She couldn’t really tell because of the helmets.

Gary cast his gaze at the floor and let his arms hang dejectedly at his sides. The guard next to him patted his shoulder consolingly.

“Like I said, you can’t be here.”

Roxanne stared indifferently at him as she fished around in the folder she was holding. With a flourish, she pulled a document out of it and presented it to the guard standing before her. “I am here to interrogate the prisoner on authorization of my father, the King.” she stated in a professional tone.

The guard snatched the document away from her. He clicked the visor on his helmet open so he could scrutinize the document more clearly, eyes landing on the King’s forged signature at the bottom.

“Alright,” he said, closing his visor and handing the document back to Roxanne. “It checks out, head on in. Just be careful in there kid.”

The guard motioned to the guard closest to the door who proceeded to input a code on the keypad next to it. A red light above the door began to flash and there was a loud buzz, followed by the sound of metal sliding against metal as several huge locks were unlocked. The latch was undone next, and the door slowly slid open in a dramatic fashion. Roxanne waited until the door was fully open before going in, but even then she found herself hesitating. Her hands tightened into fists, crushing the cardboard folder underneath her fingertips. Mustering her courage, she took a deep breath and marched through the doorway. Once she was in, she tried not to jump when she heard the door slam shut behind her and all the locks clicked back into place. She was alone now.

The room was essentially a concrete cube, where in the center stood another cube made of glass tinted so heavily that it could not be seen through. There were cameras in every corner of the room, all pointed at the glass cube in the center. The cube had a control console on the side facing the door. Steeling herself with another deep breath, Roxanne strode toward the console, setting the crumpled folder on the dash. She pressed a button on the console which caused the tint of the glass to lighten until it was once again transparent. The glass cube was actually another cell. Inside was a cot, a toilet, a sink complete with a vanity, a small desk with a chair, and a bookshelf. A tall, slim woman sat hunched over on the cot, her face obscured by her long, blonde hair, now matted and ratty by weeks of improper care. Pale blue eyes stared up at Roxanne through tangled strands. Chapped lips pulled back into a sinisterly sweet smile.

“Hello darling,” she cooed. “Come to pay your dear old auntie a visit?”

“Adelaide,” Roxanne said bluntly. “You’re looking well.”

Adelaide just hummed, clutching a split end between her thumb and forefinger and holding it up to eye level before letting it fall limply across her chest. “I’ve looked better. The conditions of this place are absolutely dreadful.”

“Not up to your ostentatiously high standards, hm?” Roxanne asked, tilting her head to the side.

“No, not at all,” Adelaide replied, scowling at the hero. She suddenly stood up from her cot and strode over to the vanity at the end of her cell, studying the reflection of herself and Roxanne in the mirror. “My offer is still open, you know. If you can break me out of this place, that is.”

“Oh? You mean the offer to sell my life away to you as your servant for eternity?”

“Oh darling, must you always think so little of me,” Adelaide sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. She turned around and began walking to the window. “The offer to rule Rapture by my side.” Her smile widened and she clenched her fist, shaking it as she spoke. “I’ve taught you so well that the two of us working together would be unstoppable! Think of what you could do with that power! Your friends have made powerful enemies, you could make sure those malefactors never harm them ever again.”

Roxanne was silent for a moment. Adelaide’s smug grin strengthened as she saw the gears turning in the girl’s head. However, a smile began to spread across Roxanne’s face and she raised a hand to her mouth as she started giggling. She soon lost control and was doubled over laughing, both arms holding her stomach as she struggled to regain composure. Adelaide’s nostrils flared as the sneer dropped from her face, her eye twitching slightly at the pure disrespect being thrown at her. 

“You must be joking auntie!” Roxanne managed to squeak out as she wiped a tear from her eye, a couple more giggles escaping her lips. “I remember how inspired I used to get whenever you gave me those grand speeches. Pandering to all my hopes and dreams, manipulating me. It’s quite amusing how easily I used to fall for that.”

“I haven’t the slightest clue of what you mean darling,” Adelaide said, feigning ignorance.

“Sure.” Roxanne turned away from her, crossing her arms and peering at her from over her shoulder. “That’s all you do: manipulate others.You promise them fantastic things so long as they can do something for you, and once their purpose has been used up, you cast them aside.” She turned her back on her completely now. “There’s not a single person in your life that you haven’t done it to. The heroes you face, your henchmen, father-” she threw a piercing gaze at Adelaide “-even me.” 

“Well…” Adelaide paused for a moment, raising a hand to her chin. She let out a short sigh. “Yes, I have manipulated others. How else do you think all my henchmen have remained so loyal to me?”

“Well, most of them,” Roxanne interrupted with a smirk.

Her eyes narrowed. “Yes, most of them.”

“The point is,” Adelaide continued, “manipulation is the only way I’ve managed to survive all these years by myself. It’s the only way you can get anywhere in this ugly world; someone very close to me taught me that a long time ago.” She moved closer to the glass, gently pressing her hand against it. Her other hand brushed the hair away from her face to show Roxanne her caring expression. “But I would never do such an awful thing to you.”

Roxanne raised an eyebrow at her, turning again so that she was once again facing her. “I have only ever wanted to protect you from all the cruelness that runs rampant in the world. I took you under my wing, I taught you how to control your powers and furthermore how to use them. I taught you everything I know so that the things that happened to me will never happen to you.” Their eyes locked. “Do you know why I did all that, darling? Do you know why I want to protect you?”

The girl moved closer to the glass as well. “Why?”

“Because we’re the same,” Adelaide said, smiling sweetly at her. “Both of us were betrayed by someone close to us and then abandoned. Your own mother left you to waste away in that orphanage, much like how my husband left me to rot in a ditch.” She tilted her head. “I’ve always loved you Roxanne, you’re like a daughter to me.”

There was a long pause between the two. Roxanne stood there, her expression unreadable for a moment. Slowly, she raised her hand to the glass, placing it exactly where Adelaide’s was. There was a lump in her throat, and her lip began to tremble as her eyes started to well up with tears. Her whole arm tensed like she was struggling to hold herself up. Adelaide had to hide her smugness as she watched the poor girl melt like putty in her hands.

“Is that so?” Roxanne seethed, her brow furrowing. She pushed herself away from the glass, taking a step back from the cell. She breathed in, swallowing the lump in her throat. She tilted her head down and gave Adelaide a furious, yet determined glare. “Is that why you threatened to kill me if my father did not comply with your wishes? Is that what you call love?”

Adelaide looked as if she had just been struck in the face. Her eyes wide and her mouth agape as her hand limply fell away from the glass. She took a step back in shock. “I-”

“That’s right, father told me all about your little game,” she said. “You probably used me as leverage against Angel as well, hm?”

“Darling-”

“You never really cared about me, did you auntie?” she continued, cutting her off. She had waited so long for this moment; all the anger, all the hurt, all the betrayal coming to a boiling point inside of her. She wouldn’t let herself be interrupted now, she would get this out in the open right now. “You didn’t teach me how to hone my powers so that I could protect myself, you just wanted to weaponize me. You thought that since we have the same powers, then we’d have the same weaknesses as well; weaknesses that you planned to exploit should the need arise.” Her shoulders started to relax, focusing all the anger in her body into her voice, making every word drip with venom. “That’s not love. You never loved me.” She crossed her arms, glaring straight into the villain’s soul. “All these years, I was just another pawn to you, is that right?”

Adelaide’s jaw was practically touching the floor now. Her already pale skin seemed to become whiter still and she took another step back. She brought her hand to her mouth to close it and kept it there for a beat. She closed her eyes, and her countenance suddenly began to change. A smile grew across her face as a malicious laugh began to rise up from her chest. Her eyes shot back up to Roxanne, fixing her with an icy stare. 

“Oh darling… of course you were.” The facade was gone now, her true evil beginning to shine forth. She strode back to the glass window, hips swaying from side to side. “Of course you were!” she laughed. “You really thought I ever gave a damn about an insignificant little mortal cur like you? You were always a means to an end for me.” She tapped a finger against her cheek. “Although, originally the plan was for you to help me take over Rapture. Unfortunately, that idiot Malcolm had to get involved so I had to change the plan; change your purpose.”

Roxanne was completely taken aback. She had already found out that these had been Adelaide’s true intentions, she just didn’t think that she would be so upfront about it. Perhaps there was even a part of her that wanted to still believe that Adelaide truly cared for her, that even treating her as a tool was just another facade.

“I’d say that I’m surprised that it took you this long to find out, but I’m not really. You always were a naive little girl,” Adelaide scoffed, placing her hands on her hips and shifting her weight into one leg. “No matter how hard I tried, I never could train the stupidity out of you.”

The girl flinched as Adelaide threw her head back, letting loose another maniacal laugh. “Honestly, you’re almost as dumb as that little devil girl! All your moronic blabbering over the years, rambling about how you and your ‘daddy’ are going to change the world! And now you run around with your little boy-toy playing hero like a couple of children!”

“He is not my boy-toy,” Roxanne snapped.

Another laugh. “Oh that’s right! He’s your husband now, isn’t he? Honestly darling, you could do so much better.” She chuckled, waving a hand at Roxanne as she started walking the perimeter of the cell. “At least he’s smarter than you, he knew better than to meddle in my affairs.”

She finished her lap of the cell while Roxanne sat in stunned silence, finally coming to a stop in front of her once more. “That’s all besides the point though. You’ll never be able to change the world, no matter who you pair yourself with and especially not by yourself. You’re not a hero, you’re nothing.”

Roxanne could’ve sworn that her heart stopped beating. She couldn’t feel it, she couldn’t feel anything right now. Her body just felt hollow, like her heart had just been completely scooped out and stomped on. 

“You betrayed me,” she said softly, trying to keep her voice from shaking.”

“Betrayed you?!” Adelaide guffawed. “Darling, betrayal only works if it’s by someone you love.”

“...I did love you,” Roxanne sniffed, looking down at the cold, concrete floor. “Or at least I thought I did, and I thought you did too…”

“That was your own mistake,” Adelaide snorted derisively. She crossed her arms behind her back and began to pace. “You want to know what I always hated most about you?”

The lump was back, throbbing up inside Roxanne’s throat.

“The way you insisted on calling me auntie,” She shivered, her face scrunching up in disgust. “That always made my skin crawl. And to think that I even said you were like a daughter to me just a couple minutes ago.” Her index finger stuck out to point at her open mouth as she mocked a gagging noise. “It was so difficult to make that sound convincing. You’re just so desperate for a family, aren’t you? I suppose it makes sense, a little runt like you being abandoned at birth.”

She couldn’t swallow the lump, it was too big. She bit her lip to keep it from trembling. Hold it in, she had to hold it in.

  “That’s why you cling to Malcolm so tightly, calling him ‘daddy’ and father. Well let me tell you something.” She walked over to the glass wall again, pressing her body against it. “I am not your auntie, and Malcolm is not your father; he never was, and he never will be.”

She bit down harder. Her lip was bleeding now. Don’t cry, please don’t cry. Not now, not in front of her. Please-

“You’re more of a pet to him really,” Adelaide went on. “A pet to him and a tool to me. That’s all you’ve ever been. And now I assume you’ll continue your sick little found family fantasy with that boy-toy of yours too, hm?” A vicious sneer was painted on her face as she watched the little girl trembling before her slowly break down.

Roxane sniffed a couple times, letting out a long, shaky exhale.

“Awww, did I hurt your feelings, darling,” she purred maliciously.

“No,” she replied after a long pause. It was a lie, but she wasn’t going to let Adelaide have the last laugh in this. “I’m just sad that you’ve become such a bitter old woman.”

Immediately, her countenance became twisted with rage. “What did you say?”

“You heard me,” Roxanne said, managing to fake a soft, derisive laugh. “You never got your happily ever after. You thought you were at the top of the world, that you could rule everything, but now the mighty Empress has been defeated.” She forced a cocky grin. “You had a husband, a family, but you lost it all. You’re mad that I have everything that you never had.” She took a few steps towards the cell, leaning in to make eye contact with the now infuriated villain. “He left you to rot in a ditch, and now I -the only person who has ever cared for you- will leave you to rot in this cell.”

Adelaide’s brow furrowed, pale blue eyes flaring with rage. “You little-”

“I’ve come up with a new name for you too, something far better than auntie,” she added. “I quite like the ring of ‘miserable old hag,’ don’t you?” She let out a small giggle. “Goodbye, darling.”

Adelaide opened her mouth to scream at Roxanne, but she quickly slapped the button on the console to shut the intercom off. She then quickly slammed her fist on the other button, causing the glass to darken until Adelaide was no longer visible through it. She was alone again, alone in this big, empty room.

She stood there for a few moments, hand still resting on the console. The taste of blood coming from her lip finally hit her, causing her to slowly raise a hand to her mouth to wipe it away. Adelaide’s words came back to her, echoing loudly in her mind, invading every corner of her head. It pounded in her ears until she couldn’t take it. The lump came back once more and she tried to bite her lip again to hold it back but quickly had to let go, wincing from the pain. There was no holding it back now. Despair spread to every space in her body, filling her with a cold and empty feeling. It sapped her strength completely, causing her to double over and her legs to buckle underneath the weight of her body and sorrow. She fell to her knees as heavy, violent sobs wracked her frame. Tears streamed freely down her face like rivers, smearing the eyeshadow she used to fill in the empty spaces between her eyes and mask. She buried her face in her hands as she tried in vain to muffled her wails. Her body leaned against the console, trying to keep herself from falling to the floor. 

She was so lost in her own sorrow that she didn’t even notice when the door opened behind her so that the guards could check on them. Their inquiries on what had happened didn’t even register in her mind. She barely even recognized Malcolm and Johnathan when they eventually arrived to escort her from the cell, continuing to cry the entire way. 

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I just want to talk (Superhero AU)

The manager of the place - Cindy, Selena was sure of it, she would never forget the managers that made her life hell - hesitated for a moment. 

Selena cocked back the hammer of the gun, holding up towards the woman’s face. “C’mon, Cindy, it’s gotta look real, here!” she chided, her stance slack as she held a hand out. “Juuuust long enough to get on the news.”

A splash behind her drew her attention. A civilian was getting up from the table, trying to be stealthy, looked like. They’d knocked over their soda cup, spilling it all over the floor.

Moments passed, tense as they could be. Selena eventually shrugged, gesturing with her head towards the door. “Yeah. Everybody else, out. I don’t care.”

The patrons of the shop didn’t waste a second of time, scurrying out of the door like scared insects. Who would want to be in the same restaurant as the worst serial killer in Rapture?

Not that she wanted anybody to die today. She just wanted to talk.

When she looked back at the register, Cindy had already gotten it open, holding her hands up. Selena raised an eyebrow, earning an awkward cough in response. 

“U-Uhm… Did you… want me to put the money in a bag?” Cindy asked, probably desperately waiting to hear police sirens at any second.

Rolling her eyes, Selena uncocked the gun, holding it up towards the ceiling. “Yeah, sure, do whatever,” she said as she turned around to lean back onto the counter. “I’ll get the money back to ya within the week, Robby’ll understand. He’s a good boss, still, right?”

Not wanting to disagree, Cindy let out a nervous laugh before hurrying to grab a bag from the counter, stuffing cash and coins into it as fast as she could.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Police sirens finally filled the air a few minutes later. Selena could hear Cindy sighing in relief behind her. The both of them had been standing silently the whole time, Selena waving her gun around as her tail lazed just above the floor. She’d learned not to try for small talk with these stunts; people tended to be more afraid when she was talking. They didn’t want to upset her. 

Made sense. It also made her more determined for this to work, though.

Multiple officers jumped out of their squad cars, guns immediately trained on Selena. “Put the gun down or we will open fire!” shouted one of them through a megaphone. 

Selena couldn’t help but snort, shoving the gun into the waistband of her pants. “Come on, guys!” she called out. “I’ve done this like three times this week! Get the picture already!”

“Put the gun down on the ground!”

Groaning, Selena looked boredly at the officers. “Seriously? C’mon, get the drill - I hold up a place, you call the news. The NEWS, I want to be on the news. Can’t we just skip straight to that point yet?”

Some of the officers exchanged glances and quick words with each other. “... A negotiator will be here shortly to discuss the release of the hostage!” one of the officers finally said.

Deep breath. Deeeeep breaths, Selena had to remind herself, careful not to make any sudden movements. They might think she was changing and shoot at her, again, and she did not want to deal with that again.

She began to open her mouth again when a shadow descended behind the officers, and a loud thud broke the asphalt. The officers turned around in fright, pointing their guns, but they relaxed when the two figures stood up.

“Angel! Ghoul!” The cops nodded gratefully to the intrusion. “Please help, it’s… it’s her again.”

Selena let out a scoff, rolling her eyes. They wouldn’t even say her name? Pathetic.

“We understand. Please put your guns away - we’ll handle the situation,” Angel said, weaving between the officers into the sandwich shop. 

“Yeah, we got this!” Ghoul said, waving to the cops. Selena couldn’t tell anymore whether it was a genuine action or a practiced habit to show off his bare chest. Probably both. “Go save some cats from trees or something!”

“That’s the fire department that does that, Ghoul,” Selena called out, leaning her elbows onto the counter. “Police don’t have ladders for that shit.”

“But they can climb!” Ghoul did finger guns at her as they approached, a big smile on his face. Goofy as ever. She missed when they’d joke around, but only a pause in her tail’s movement would ever betray that. 

Well, to anybody but Angel, of course.

He crossed his arms as he stood in front of Selena, the pair almost towering over her. “You can’t keep doing this, Selena,” Angel said quietly, shaking his head. “This isn’t going to work - it’s not going to make him talk to you.”

Selena began to snarl out a reply, but she clenched her teeth to hold her tongue. Pointing to a door, she snapped at Cindy instead. “Restroom. Now. Stay there.”

Frantic footsteps pattered through the shop as Selena stared down the superheroes in front of her, waiting for the door to shut. Once it did, she bared her teeth at them. “It fucking will, Johnny!” she hissed. “Eventually, he’s gonna realize the only way to get me to stop is if he talks to me again!”

“Selena…” Angel sighed, his shoulders falling slack as his head fell forward in disappointment. “Look… I don’t think he will. Derek quit being a superhero for good. He’s not coming back.”

“He doesn’t have to be a superhero!” Selena cried out, almost too loud. The cops were trying to preoccupy themselves, trying not to obviously eavesdrop. They didn’t want to offend her. Too much risk. “He doesn’t have to be the Red Scarf again, he just has to come here as Derek! And he can-”

“And you never get far enough in the scheme to even say that,” Angel pointed out. No - Johnathan. Johnathan and Takeo stood in front of her, trying to be her friends again. 

If only that were enough to make her stop hurting so god damn much.

“Come on, Selena, why don’t we think of something else?” Ghoul - Takeo - spoke up, smile lines crinkling around the edges of his mask. “Like a plane stunt or something, you know? A giant statue that says ‘call me’?”

“Something that doesn’t involve holding people hostage and getting shot at by police,” John said bluntly, crossing his arms. “You know that Derek doesn’t like these kinds of situations.”

Letting out a huff, Selena crossed her own arms, looking away. “Didn’t bother him none when we went out patrolling,” she muttered. “All those years he lied to me.”

“He didn’t lie to you,” John insisted, holding his hands out. “You two did a lot of good. You really did.”

Selena clenched her teeth, her hands flying up to cover her ears. “I don’t fucking hear you,” she seethed, “shut UP.”

Takeo stepped up again, still smiling that stupid, dumb goofy smile. Fake smile. “You guys took out tons of criminals, man!” he agreed, reaching out to clap a hand onto her shoulder. “I mean, I know it was small, but it kept you guys safe from the big guys, like Adela-”

“I don’t NEED safe!” Selena exploded, slamming her fist into the counter. It felt like she breathed fire, warmth on her lips as she spat out her next words. “Didn’t I prove enough of that as Vice!? Didn’t I show everybody I don’t need the fucking coddling!?”

Takeo jumped back, holding his hands up. “Whoa, hey-”

“Selena.”

“WHAT!?” she screeched as she whipped back around to Johnathan, grimacing.

“... You’re bleeding,” he said softly, pointing loosely at her face. “Your teeth…”

“Your face,” Takeo said, pointing with both hands. “I think you need to chill.”

She growled, bringing a hand up to her cheek. “I don’t need t- ow…”

When she pulled her hand back, she saw the dark red on her palm. She brought her hand back to her mouth, and now she felt it; fangs. Huge, sharp fangs that didn’t fit into her mouth as it was, tearing into her lips as she pulled them back. Her hand instinctively went back to wipe sweat from her brow, but when she lowered her hand again, the liquid on it wasn’t sweat. It was black.

No, no, no no no…

Whirling around, Selena put a hand over her mouth, trying to concentrate. It didn’t help that she was getting a little nauseated, terrified of the idea of doing that again-

Takeo reached out to her, but Johnathan pulled his hand away, shaking his head. Selena had recovered from being Vice on her own, and John knew that she had to deal with these moments as they came. She had to keep Vice inside, and the fear and concentration he sensed from her told him it wasn’t an easy job. The last thing they would need is a sudden startle from an unexpected touch.

A few moments later, Selena turned back around, looking exhausted as she panted heavily. One hand was on her chest, blood was dripping down her chin, but the leaking black liquid on her forehead was gone.

Johnathan waited for her to catch her breath before stepping closer. “... What can we do to help you, Selena?” he asked quietly. “This… It…” He shook his head, at a complete loss of words.

“... I know,�� she mumbled as she slumped back onto the counter. “... I know it won’t work, he won’t come this way.” After a pause, she seemed to deflate, her shoulders sagging as she dropped her gaze to the floor. “... He never comes, anyways.”

Takeo moved forward to catch Selena in a hug as she started to fall over, and he helped hold her up. His usual humor was gone as he frowned, wrapping his arms around her. As she started crying into his chest, John discreetly handed him some napkins so he could wipe off the tears.

“He never had to stop talking to me,” Selena whimpered through her sobs, holding onto Takeo’s arms. “He can stop being a superhero, but he didn’t have to stop talking to me. I thought… I thought he was my friend.”

Johnathan and Takeo exchanged a glance before looking back down, not knowing what to say. Derek had been her friend, but they didn’t know what happened either. They could only sit with her and wait, hoping Derek would break his silence one day.

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Angel and Ghoul meet the King! (Superhero au)

Hey there kiddos, it’s your ol’ pal Dusty here again with a lil snippet I wrote for our superhero au. The young superheroes Angel (Johnathan) and Ghoul (Takeo) cross paths with one of Rapture’s most notorious supervillains: The King (Malcolm).

CW: some violence and broken bones

Another late night in Rapture. Most people had already gotten home from work, so the usual evening traffic had died down considerably. Still, car horns and the peeling of tires could be heard in the distance, typical for such a city. The lights in most of the small businesses and restaurants were starting to go out as the owners closed up for the night. Even the welcoming neon lights of Glen’s Diner went out. A few lonely souls wandered the streets, some taking refuge within Chugger’s Bar for a long night of drunken shenanigans. All things considered, it was a rather quiet night.

However, quiet or not, justice never takes a night off. Perched on the lonely rooftops were two of Rapture’s new young superheroes; the Dynamic Dude Duo themselves, Angel and Ghoul! Once again the pubescent patrollers were spending the night scouring the unforgiving streets of Rapture looking for crime to fight and people to help. They’ve found themselves in somewhat of a rut though, now entering their second week of seeing no action whatsoever. 

“Shit,” Ghoul breathed as he paced around the roof, his gloved hands furiously rubbing his bare arms. His entire torso was exposed to the elements, save for his waste which was protected by a purple sash wrapped around it . “It’s fuckin cold tonight.”

“You’re the one who thought fighting crime shirtless would be a good idea,” Angel pointed out, not prying his eyes away from the street below. He was crouched on the very edge of the roof, like any typical brooding superhero.

“Whatever man, I still look badass,” Ghoul scoffed in return, puffing his chest out only to shrink back in on himself as a shiver ran down his spine.

Under the mask, Angel rolled his eyes at his poorly prepared pal. He undid the clasp of his capelet and tossed the garment to Ghoul. “Here, take this.”

He caught the capelet and looked down at it for a moment before sheepishly draping it about his bare shoulders. It was a bit tight for his broad frame, but it would do. “Thanks..”

“Just bring a jacket next time.”

Pulling the capelet around himself, Ghoul walked over to Angel and sat down beside him. He let his legs idly dangle back and forth off the ledge of the building. “Think we’ll see anything tonight?”

“I hope not,” Angel said, raising a hand to his mouth to stifle a yawn. “I should be working on that paper for english class; it’s due Tuesday and I haven’t even gotten a start on it yet.”

“Aw c’mon Johnny! Fighting crime is way more important than school!” Ghoul replied, his lips pulling back into a grin to reveal his pointed teeth.

“If heroism starts affecting my grades then my aunt is going to know something is up,” Angel pointed out. “She’s already becoming suspicious of how late I stay out most nights.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose lightly before easing his grip and allowing his hand to slide down the rest of his face. “I swear, between patrolling with you and all the things Evelyn is having me do, this heroism thing is starting to run me ragged.”

Ghoul just gave his friend a reassuring pat on the back. “Don’t worry bro, you ain’t doin’ it by yourself; I’m by your side ‘til the end!”

The way the eyes of Angel’s mask squinted slightly gave away the fact that he was smiling. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” Ghoul smiled and patted Angel’s back once more. “Tell ya what, let’s just stay out for like ten more minutes, and if nothing happens we can go home.”

Not even five seconds after he said that, there came a crash from the alleyway behind the building the two heroes were stationed on. The boys rushed over to the other side of the roof, being careful not to make too much noise themselves. They peeked out over the edge of the roof to see two men in the alleyway, carrying duffle bags into the dry cleaner’s shop through the back door. One of them was holding the door open, and he gave a reproachful look to his counterpart behind him who had accidentally tripped over a metal trash can, tipping it over. After a whispered scolding, both of the men shuffled inside, closing the door quietly behind them.

“Didn’t know the dry cleaner was open this late,” Ghoul whispered.

Angel shook his head. “I don’t think they’re here to get their clothes dry cleaned.”

“Well, what’re we waiting for? Let’s get down there and crack some skulls!”

“Takeo wait-” 

Too late. Ghoul had already jumped down into the alleway. They were two stories up, but with Ghoul’s powers it was nothing. Rolling as he landed, he quickly hopped to his feet and ran towards the door. Angel followed quickly behind him, bringing out his wings and using them to slow his fall. He dashed over to his comrade and pulled him away from the door as he began tugging on the handle.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Angel hissed. “We don’t even have a plan!”

“I have a plan!” Ghoul defended, throwing his hands up. “We go in there and beat the ever-loving shit of every bad guy in there!”

“That’s a terrible plan!” 

Ghoul was already trying to open the door. However, one tug on the handle gave away the fact that the door was locked. With a sigh, Angel lightly pushed his friend to the side and put his hand up against the keyhole of the door. A small black tendril snaked out of his hand and slotted itself into the hole, growing and contorting to fit the necessary space of the key. With a turn of his hand, the lock clicked and Angel gently opened the door. Ghoul was about to go right in, but Angel suddenly blocked his path.

“We’re only going in to observe, understood?” he said, holding a finger up in Ghoul’s face. “We don’t know how many more are in there, we don’t want to get in over our heads.”

“Dude c’mon, will be fiiiine,” Ghoul groaned as he pushed past him.

To their surprise, the place was completely dark and empty. The only thing there was the racks of clothes which looked so eerie in the dark. Upon further inspection, they noticed a light coming from behind the door to the basement. As they approached the door, they also began to hear faint voices coming from within. The boys looked at each other for a moment before softly pushing the door open.

They found themselves staring down a stairwell bathed in the yellow light of incandescent light bulbs. The noises from the basement became more clear as well; people talking, the shuffle of feet, and things being moved around. Angel was about to go down first, his leg extending out and slowly lowering down onto the first step. When he put his weight down into that leg, the step made a loud creak. They both froze. It felt like their hearts had stopped beating for a moment, and they both held their breath as they waited for the henchmen to take notice. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like any of them noticed as the noises downstairs continued. They let out a shared sigh of relief and stepped away from the stairwell.

“I’ll go down, you stay here,” Ghoul explained in a hushed tone.

He approached the stairwell himself and turned around so that his back was facing the stairs, leaning back, he reached his arms out towards the ceiling and stuck his hands to its surface. Once his hands were firmly stuck to the ceiling, he leapt up off the floor and brought his feet up to the ceiling as well, sticking them firmly in place. From there he slowly crawled along the sloped ceiling down the stairwell until he reached the bottom.

The two men from the alleyway were there, as well as a few other assorted henchmen and henchwomen. They were all quickly stuffing money from secret compartments in the wall into the duffle bags they were all carrying. One of the henchmen stood back from the others, frowning and tapping the barrel of his gun against his hip impatiently.

“Hurry it up you guys!” he barked. “The boss will be here any moment and he wants all this shit packed up and ready to go!”

One of the henchmen turned around with a confused look on his face. “By ‘boss’ do you mean the Boss or our boss?”

“Of course I mean our fucking boss! Jesus Christ Gary!”

“Don’t have to shout at me…” Gary murmured as he continued shoving money into his bag. The henchwoman beside him gave him a consoling pat on the shoulder.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Angel watched his companion. The mask hid the concerned expression the boy had on underneath. His hands clutched at the door frame as if it was the only thing keeping him standing. Something was about to go wrong, he could feel it. He could literally feel it, it was one of his powers. A nagging ache at the back of his head. A cold sensation spreading down his back and causing the muscles in his shoulders to tighten. A pit in his stomach that opened wider with each breath. Something bad was about to happen. Something bad was coming.

No, not something bad, someone bad.

A hand suddenly clapped down hard on Angel’s shoulder, and he had to will himself not to let out a yelp. He spun around to face the stranger, and the eyes of his mask grew wide to match the horrified countenance underneath. This was no stranger, he knew who the tall man was from the very moment he laid eyes on the golden crown that sat atop his head. He knew that brilliant emerald green suit, he recognized that intricate masquerade mask and the dead eyes that lay behind it. He had seen it all countless times before on the news, the one thing he knew he would have to face someday when he first donned the title of a superhero. He was standing face to face with one of Rapture’s most powerful supervillains, the King.

The gloved hand on his shoulder quickly moved to his neck, strong fingers squeezing his throat and lifting him off of his feet. The King threw him down the stairwell. His body slammed right into Ghoul and both boys fell in a heap of tangled limbs at the bottom of the stairs. They wasted no time getting back on their feet, backing away from the stairs and into a wall of goons all with handguns trained on them. Both their bodies tensed, locked in fighting stances. The stairs creaked as King slowly made his way down them. 

There he stood, blocking the way to the stairs. His cold glare was locked onto the heroes. He took a step towards them, and then another. They couldn’t help but flinch when he approached. Two boys, kids really, facing off against what was basically to them a demigod. They’d seen the stories on the news, they knew the things he was capable of. What chance did they stand against someone of such great power?

“Leave.” His deep voice resonated throughout the room, sending chills even down the goons’ spines.

“Like Hell we will!” Ghoul growled, finally mustering up the confidence to speak. He took a step towards King, his teeth bared and his fists raised. “We came here to kick crime’s ass, and right now I’m looking at the King of Crime himself!”

“I wasn’t talking to you,” King clarified. His piercing green eyes scanned over his underlings standing behind the heroes. “All of you, leave. I will deal with the heroes myself.”

They all seemed more than eager to follow their bosses rules, all quickly shuffling up the stairs as soon as he finished speaking. The heroes made no attempt to stop them, both locking gazes with the supervillain before them. Once they heard the door upstairs shut, the fight was on.

Ghoul lunged forward with a mighty roar. He took a wild swing at the King who dodged effortlessly out of the way. He threw a jab straight for the villain’s chest, but King avoided it with a simple sidestep. A wild frenzy of punches ensued, all of which the King easily evaded. Ghoul threw a jab for his jaw but found his fist caught in the villain’s hand.

“Your form is sloppy,” King commented. His fingers tightened around Ghoul’s fist, causing him to wince. There was a loud snap and Ghoul howled in pain as the bones in his hand shattered. His face caught the back of King’s other hand and he went flying into the wall, knocked unconscious.

The King then made a lunge at Angel. He barely had enough time to throw up a wing to block a lethal punch for his head. Angel staggered as the fist made contact with his wing, nearly forcing him to his knees. The wing swung outwards to push the villain back. It succeeded, but King was immediately back on the offensive. Angel was stuck on the defensive, constantly blocking a flurry of punches with his wings. When the barrage let up, he opened his wings to let out his own barrage of black projectiles shooting out from their inky depths. King was faster though, dropping down and sweeping Angel’s legs. He was thrown off balance, and King moved at inhuman speed to get back up and slam Angel into the floor. 

“Pathetic,” King spat as he stared down at the defeated hero on the ground who only let out a strangled groan in response. “Killing you two wouldn’t even be worth my time.”

With that, he turned away and began walking to the stairs. Angel wanted to get back up and stop him, but he feared what would become of him if he did. Instead, he lay there in his own loss until King’s footsteps faded away and the door upstairs shut once more. Once he was sure that the villain was gone, he slowly pulled himself up into a sitting position. His entire body seemed to scream in protest as he did. Now that he was sitting, he then slowly got to his feet and staggered over to his unconscious friend. He scooped Ghoul up with his wings and carefully carried him up the stairs and out of the building.

The King and his goons were all gone by the time they got out. Angel couldn’t help but let out a disappointed sigh. The first action they see in weeks and it turns out to be the most major loss they’ve faced so far in their superhero careers. He gently set his friend down on the concrete before sitting down next to him. He let his face rest in his hands for a moment before letting out another loud sigh.

A groggy moan escaped Ghoul’s lips as he started coming to. An eye fluttered open, and he looked over at his sullen comrade. “Did we win?”

“No,” Angel said bluntly. “We got our asses kicked.”

“Ah fuck..” Ghoul breathed out. He reached out a hand and patted his friend’s knee. “Don’t worry man, we’ll get the fucker next time.”

Angel looked down at the battered Ghoul before staring off into space. “Yeah… next time…”

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Jeff and Malcolm in the werewolf AU

Person A: “You can’t just keep adopting every stray child, you meet.”

Person B: “Watch me.”

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Send me a character + a number and I’ll tell you my headcanons for:

Their physical weak spots

Their emotional/moral weak spots

Scars or painful spots

Best places to kiss on their body

Guilty pleasures

Their vices (physical or emotional)

Their tickle spots

Bad memories/experiences

Humiliating memories

Fears/phobias

Bad or petty habits

Grudges and vendettas

What gets them flustered

Ingrained habits/forces of habit

What it takes to make them cry

Dark secrets/’skeletons in the closet’

Regrets

Things they’ll never admit

People they’ve hurt or indirectly killed, and how it affected them

What-ifs/Alternate Timelines

Turning points in their life

People who’ve influenced them greatly

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ReaderxRoxanne part 2

SUP FUCKERS. Mod Dusty here! Sorry for being away for so long but here I finally am with part TWO of the ReaderxRoxanne fic! LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

The drive wasn’t very long, after a few minutes you both arrive at Cascade Park. It’s mostly empty at this time of night, although you see a person or two in the distance, out for a late walk. You give Roxanne a confused look and ask if this is the spot. She giggles again before confirming that this is the destination for the date. You both step out of the car and she goes over to the trunk to take out a picnic basket and blanket.

“I was thinking we could have a little picnic out here and watch the stars together,” she explains, giving you a dreamy smile. “A very calm idea for a date, don’t you think?”

A wave of relief washes over you. You know that Roxanne comes from a wealthy background and were afraid that she’d want to take you to some fancy restaurant uptown, that there would be all this pressure on you to act fancy and meet up to all these social obligations. But Roxanne is easy-going, she’d much rather just sit under the stars with you and relax. 

You tell her that you love the idea, but wonder if it’s such a good idea considering how cold it is. 

“Oh don’t worry, I have that covered,” she assures you. She hands you the basket and the blanket and tells you to go set up while she retrieves something else from the car. You find a nice spot under a tall oak tree and spread out the blanket near its base. As you sit down and wait for Roxanne, you get the temptation to peak inside the basket. However, as soon as your hand touches it, she calls over to you in a sing-song tone telling you not to peak. Roxanne finally makes her way back to you, carrying a large, fluffy blanket in her arms. 

“It should be big enough to fit the both of us,” she explains as she sits down next to you. “You don’t mind, do you?”

You tell her that you don’t mind, and her smile strengthens in radiance once more. She scooches close to you and drapes the blanket around both your and her own shoulders. You can feel the heat rising in your face as she moves a bit closer, her shoulder nearly touching yours. She’s so close that you can feel the warmth radiating off of her, so close that you can even faintly smell her perfume.You’re suddenly broken out of the trance when the brim of her hat pokes you in the face.

“Oh! Sorry darling,” she apologizes, removing the hat and setting it down next to her. A few of her midnight blue bangs fall into her face and she quickly blows them away. You can’t help but let out a soft giggle yourself, it’s kind of cute.

Roxanne notices and glances at you from the sides of her eyes, giving you yet another smile. She then turns away for a moment to grab the picnic basket and set it in her lap. There’s a container of brownies inside, and she takes one out and offers it to you. 

You eye the brownie suspiciously for a couple moments. You’ve heard that Roxanne is a notorious stoner, often lacing her brownies with weed. You’re really not sure getting high on the first date is a good idea. She must notice your concern because he laughs and looks you in the eyes reassuringly.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a normal brownie, I made triple sure that there wasn’t any pot in them.”

You hesitate, but end up taking the brownie anyway. You take a bite and immediately your mouth starts watering. It’s absolutely delicious. It was so warm and gooey that it seemed to melt in your mouth. It wasn’t too dry or too moist, it was perfect. You tell her through a mouthful how much you love it and she smiles appreciatively, thanking you.

Roxanne reaches into the basket again and pulls out a bottle of apple cider, taking the cap off and taking a small sip. She then offers it up to you so you can wash down the brownie. You accept, taking a sip as she did. She must have used her magic to heat it up, because the cider would definitely not stay this warm in weather like this. Either way, it tastes just as delicious.

You both begin talking to each other as you continue to eat brownies and drink cider. You were nervous at the beginning of this date, but you start to relax now at how freely Roxanne speaks to you. You smile and listen as she enthusiastically gushes about her interests and tells you stories from her experiences. You begin to talk as well, and Roxanne listens with a dreamy smile, her midnight blue eyes staring deeply back into yours. 

Although you’re both wrapped up snugly in the blankets, you cannot deny the bitter cold that begins to bite at your hands. You try rubbing them together, stuffing them into the blankets, but they’re still freezing. Roxanne takes notice, and she reaches out to take your hands in her own, holding them close to her body. Your eyes widen and your cheeks flare up with warmth, but she just smiles at you.

“Let me help with that,” she says. She lightly squeezes your hands and you feel nothing at first. Then, you can feel your hands begin to warm up significantly, the feeling quickly returning to your frozen digits. You look down and see a faint blue aura glowing around Roxanne’s hands. That’s when you realize that she’s somehow using her magic to warm your hands. “Does that feel better?”

You rapidly nod your head appreciatively. Roxanne positively beams with pride at having helped. Even though your hands are warm now, you both seem hesitant to let go. You both linger there for a moment, Roxanne still gently holding your hands in her lap. She begins gently stroking the back of one of your hands with her thumb, very slowly exploring the surface of your knuckles. Your eyes move slowly up until they meet with hers. You’re mesmerized by her tranquil, half-lidded gaze, her eyes seeming to twinkle with shining stars and galaxies of untold beauties like the very night sky you both sat under. As she lets out a calm, content sigh through slightly parted lips, you feel the warmth in your hands start to spread throughout your entire body. She leans towards you and you instinctively lean closer as well, inching towards each other until your noses are practically touching. Finally, she closes the distance between her mouth and yours and you feel the warmth explode into your face as her lips press against yours. It lasts only a moment or so, but you both sit there still for a few moments afterward with your foreheads pressed together.

When you finally pull away, you notice that a light blanket of glittering snow has begun to fall from the sky, swirling around the two of you in some kind of cosmic dance. Roxanne looks up at you once more, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and letting out a quiet laugh. You let out a soft chuckle as well. 

“What a perfect evening,” she murmurs.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. You both pack up the picnic and dash back to the car as the snow begins to fall more heavily, laughing all the way until you both reach the warm haven of the vehicle. Roxanne drives you back to your apartment since you went through all the trouble of getting to her house out in the suburbs, although you didn’t really mind. You both say your reluctant goodbyes for the evening, sad that your time tonight has come to a close but excited to meet up once more at a later date. As you reenter your home and shut the door behind you, you cannot help but let a smile adorn your features, still able to taste her sweet kisses upon your lips.

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So Selena canonically eats flowers

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Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five.

Saw this on @resting-meme-face‘s blog and wanted to try it.

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100 Random Character Development Questions

001. When is their birthday? 002. Do they do anything to celebrate their birthday? 003. Does your character like coffee better, or tea? 004. Do they prefer being alone or with others? 005. Are they in good health? 006. What sense do they most rely on? 007. Is your character an optimist or a pessimist? 008. What is their favorite fairy tale? 009. Do they believe in happy endings? 010. Do they believe in love at first sight? 011. How would your character court the person of their dreams? 012. What makes your character embarrassed? 013. Have they ever been bullied or teased? 014. Detail one secret shame your character feels. 015. Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue? 016. What is their choice of weapon? 017. When does your character think that violence is justified or deserved? 018. Your character wakes up to find that war has been declared. What do they do? 019. If they could have a superpower, what would they choose? 020. What are their hobbies? 021. How do they display affection? 022. What is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen? 023. What do they consider beautiful in others physically? 024. What do they consider ugly in others physically? 025. What do they consider beautiful in others personality-wise? 026. What do they consider ugly in others personality-wise? 027. What is their idea of perfect happiness? 028. What makes them laugh out loud? 029. What sort of sense of humor does your character have? 030. Do they believe in the afterlife? 031. Are they superstitious about anything? 032. Does your character believe in ghosts? 033. Do they keep their promises? 034. What’s their view of lying? 035. What is the most important rule your character lives by? 036. How honorable is your character? 037. If your character saw someone drop a large sum of money and knew that they could probably take it without anyone noticing, what would they do? 038. What bad habits do they have? 039. What do they think is the worst thing that can be done to a person? 040. What is their obsession? 041. Are they comfortable with technology? 042. What is their greatest achievement? 043. What will they stand up for? 044. What disgusts them? 045. Does your character have any chronic medical conditions? 046. How do they handle getting sick? 047. What was the last medical problem your character had? 048. Do they have any allergies? 049. How does your character feel about growing old? 050. How does your character feel about their own mortality? 051. If they knew they would die tomorrow, what would they do today? 052. What is your character’s worst flaw? 053. What is your character’s greatest strength? 054. Does your character want power or authority of any kind? 055. Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? 056. Has your character ever struck someone in anger? 057. Has your character ever killed anyone? 058. What is your character’s idea of a perfect day? 059. List several phrases your character is fond of uttering. Where did they pick them up? 060. What is your character’s attitude toward education and learning? 061. Does your character prefer adventure or safety and security? 062. What sort of legacy does your character wish to leave behind? 063. How well does your character handle difficult people? 064. In what ways does your character annoy others? 065. Is your character better at leading or following? Which do they prefer? 066. Does your character prefer city life or being out in nature? 067. Does your character believe in fate or destiny? 068. How strong is your character’s sense of responsibility? What kinds of things trigger it? 069. What about your character is heroic? 070. What about your character is cowardly? 071. How kind is your character? 072. In a Dungeons & Dragons game, which class would your character be? (wizard, fighter, bard, priest, ranger, etc.) 073. In a novel, what plot role would your character fill? (hero, anti-hero, sidekick, villain, etc.) 074. What is your character’s favorite game? 075. Is your character ticklish? 076. How do they express anger? 077. How often do they cry? Over what? 078. How emotionally stable is your character? 079. How easy is it for them to read the emotions of others? 080. How easy is it for others to read your character’s emotions? 081. Is your character religious? 082. What are your character’s sleeping preferences? 083. What is the first thing they say and/or do when they wake up? 084. Describe your character in one word. 085. Describe your character in three words. 086. How would your character describe themself in one word? 087. How would your character describe themself in three words? 088. Is your character quiet or loud? 089. How vocally expressive is your character? 090. How bodily expressive is your character? 091. What type of music does your character like? 092. What emotion does your character evoke in others? 093. What is your character’s goal in life? 094. Name three things most would not expect your character to be able to know. 095. Name three things most would not expect your character to be able to do. 096. How do they move and carry themselves? What energy do they project? 097. How well do they adapt to change? 098. Does your character like animals? 099. Do they talk to inanimate objects? 100. Does your character dream? If so, what do they dream about?

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If my character was under a truth serum, what would you/your character ask them?

They have to tell the truth, remember!

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ReaderxRoxanne part 1

A chilly air bites at your neck as you walk down the streets of the suburbs. The sun was already beginning to sink below the horizon and lights began to blink on in the houses around you. Thankfully, Roxanne’s house wasn’t too hard to find; it was one of the biggest houses on the block and its gothic architecture caused it to stand out. It made sense that she would live here, you thought, given her own gothic aesthetic. Still though, you triple check the address that she had given you, just so you could be one hundred percent positive that it was the right house. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest as you creak open the small wrought iron gate, thumping with every step you take closer to the house. You’re nervous, anyone would be, especially when you’re about to go on a date with someone as sweet as Roxanne.

You stop in front of the door. There’s no turning back now. Mustering up your nerves, you stand up straight and knock on the door three times. Footsteps come towards the door and it opens; you’re surprised to see Roxanne’s father Malcolm standing on the other side. He towers over you, his green eyes examining you from behind his glasses. He raises an eyebrow at you.

“May I help you?” he asks, his deep voice drowning out the pounding of your heart.

You sheepishly explain that you are here to pick up Roxanne for your date. Malcolm’s expression softens with the realization and he cracks a genial smile, a soft chuckle resonating from his chest. He apologizes for the confusion and ducks back inside to call Roxanne downstairs. Several seconds later, you hear footsteps rushing down the stairs and the door opens once again. This time, Roxanne is standing on the other side. She’s looking as witchy as she always is; a fancy, long-sleeved black dress, a dark blue waist cincher, black stockings, black high-heeled boots, a wide-brimmed hat, and, of course, her crescent moon choker. Her eyes seem to sparkle when she sees you and she tilts her head to the side as a soft smile adorns her features.

“Hello darling,” she coos. Her soft voice seems to fill your whole body with warmth, ironic considering her proficiency in ice magic. She clasps her hands in front of her and her smile strengthens. “I’m so glad you could make it.”

You can’t help but smile as well, feeling the nervous tension in your shoulders ease. You tell her that you’re glad to see her, to which she raises a hand to her mouth and lets out a small giggle. Her cheeks seem to pinken slightly, and you can feel a slight heat starting to rise in your own cheeks as well. She grabs her purse and finally steps out onto the porch with you, gently shutting the door behind her.

“Ready to go?” she asks, gently grabbing your hand.

You say yes, but also ask where exactly you’ll be going. She hadn’t told you where you’d be going on the date, just to show up at her place around this time. You’re here now, but she still hasn’t told you what this date is going to entail.

Roxanne lets out another giggle. Although still confused, you find her giggles to be quite cute. “It’s a surprise, darling,” she purrs, giving you a playful wink.

Grabbing your hand, she leads you over to the driveway where her father’s old station wagon is parked. She gets behind the wheel while you slip into the driver’s seat. After starting the car, she turns to you and asks what kind of music you like to listen to. You reply with the name of your favorite band, and suddenly the radio sparks to life playing their music. Your eyes widen in surprise as your favorite song starts playing and she just giggles again, giving you a mirthful grin. In amazement, you ask her how she did that.

“Oh, it’s just a simple enchantment,” she explains. “Nothing too extraordinary.”

You tell her it’s incredible, despite her humbleness towards it. Her cheeks pinken again as she smiles and turns away, thanking you sheepishly. A smile crosses your face once again. She quickly changes the subject and mentions that she likes the song, gently nodding her head along to the beat as she starts driving. 

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A Date with Derek, pt. 1 (The part where he picks you up from your place)

It's exactly 7:30 when you get the knock on your door. You walk up and open it, and you see Derek standing there with one hand rubbing the back of his neck, and the other holding a bouquet of roses. It's pretty cold outside, though you know the cold doesn't bother him; he looks more like he's dressed for fall than winter, black skinny jeans, his high-top red converse, and a crimson-red coat lined with white fur. Was that real fur?

You're gently knocked out of your thoughts as Derek holds the flowers out to you. "Uh - These are for you," he said. "I-If you need one, we can get a vase on the way, um- I don't know if you have one already-"

Smiling, you take the bouquet and thank him happily. The roses smelled quite nice. You compliment how nice he looks as you turn to go inside. The small pink tinge of his cheeks as he stammers out a "thank you" is quite cute.

When he doesn't come inside, you turn and beckon him to wait inside. No need to stand in the hallway - you've got to put the roses into water before you both leave.

Pressing his lips together, he nods to you, quietly closing your door behind him as you step into the kitchen. He waits politely in the entryway, looking around at the decorations and furniture you have around. Derek seems nervous - you're pretty glad you're not the only one that is. A date with a coven's Sire is a pretty big deal, but an even bigger deal is that you're going on a date with Derek Alvar, probably the sweetest vampire in Rapture.

After you put the roses in a vase, drying off your hands, you smile at him as you walk back to the door. You hold your hand out to him as you ask if he’s ready to go. 

He stiffens up, blubbering for a moment before he presses his lips together to compose himself. Nodding, he carefully slips his hand into yours, his skin cool to the touch. It’s comfortable.

“So, um…” Derek brings a loose fist to his lips as you lock your door with your free hand. “I’ve never, uh… I have to be truthful, I’ve never gone on a date before.” His red eyes are glowing slightly as they look to you, as if he were a guilty puppy. “If, uh… If it’s alright with you, we could… uhm, I thought we could visit Fauste’s, and then… go from there?”

Fauste’s, that expensive little bakery uptown? You’d heard they made pretty good cupcakes. You grin and nod at him, telling him it’s a great idea. It’s a little adventure for the night.

“Right! Right,” he said, his shoulders lowering a bit. The smile he gives you is more relaxed as he begins to walk with you down the street.

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ok so about the character dates

Y’all cut it so close with my characters, the winner is Derek

Meanwhile with Dusty’s characters there was absolutely no competition at all, y’all all wanna date Roxanne

So we’ll be getting those all created for ya soon, freshen up and get yer feels ready, we gon’ be makin’ some READER INSERT FLUFF