#Aemilia the OC

[sarcasticdolphin]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Death (Harry Potter) Additional Tags: Female Harry Potter, Genderbending, Pureblood Culture (Harry Potter), Pureblood Society (Harry Potter), Pureblood Politics (Harry Potter), Aristocracy, Minister for Magic Tom Riddle, kind of, First Meetings, Master of Death Harry Potter, Ravenclaw Harry Potter, Harry Potter is Lord Peverell, Tom Riddle is Not Voldemort, that doesn't mean he's a good guy, horcrux (mentioned) Summary:

It would be fair to say that Tom Marvolo Riddle, High Lord Slytherin, had what could be called a difficult week. And that was before he had been summoned the Archduchy of the Infinite Crypt. To top it all off, the summons was decidedly not written in the hand of the new High Lady Peverell.

Thank you so much to the amazing @ellorypurebloodculture for letting me play in your sandbox :)

[fatedroses]

Sometimes a family is a garlean lord justice, his voidsent, and a pair of lizard children.

[amlovelies]

OC-TOBER 2022

day 19

Aemilia Hawke

another screenshot redraw and some more experimentation for a more painterly style for my adorable and obnoxious hawke

[general-luce]

I can’t draw, so I decided to try and use a couple of doll makers for Aemilia Burr (Courier 6), and Veredis (Legion Boi) from my fanfic. I’m not 100% happy with the Veredis ones, but I had to try xD

Dollmakers used: https://picrew.me/ja/image_maker/708151

https://picrew.me/ja/image_maker/332600

[in-the-magic-we-grow]

Aemilia and her mum

Aemilia and her mum! Her mum is Veela from the mountains who were under the protection of the Suprema.

[toffee32]

Caesar and the Priestesses of Fortification Hill.

Portrait taken after an award-giving ceremony and the beginning of the process of their retirement, a special "graduation day" for the group of six women who collaborated with the victory of the Second Battle of Hoover Dam, four years after that day. The most esteemed women of Caesar are done with their tasks and ready to pass on the torch to new minds suited to serve the new Legion!

The priestesses, from left to right: Agrippina, Aemilia, Clodia, Aquilia, Junia, Flavia. On the left there's Gaius, Frumentarius Vulpes Inculta's son whom they have been educating, and to the right Camillus, their beloved server and an outstanding soldier who secured the victory of many battles.

OCs part of a fan Legion side-quest dealing with the Legion Priestesses and a potential type of tanky Legionary: the Berserker.

[wakeofvultures]

for any oc you'd like: pencil, marker, copics, graphite, tortillon, eraser

thanks for playing my ask game!

Thanks! Your game questions are very fun!

I'll be using Myrtis from my twilight fic for all these lol.

For general background, Myrtis is a vampire (turned at 15 in 898 BCE). She's a part of the Volturi, and she's kinda Caius and Athenodora's weird daughter figure.

(Answers under the cut)

Pencil: does this character have any "sketchy" habits? Have they ever broken the law? Do they regret it?

What is the law to a Twilight vampire who is a part of the Vampire Government? It's arguable that once the Volturi are at the height of their power, she can't even break the law, because the law is what they say it is. Anything can be covered up from the vampire public.

In seriousness, she wouldn't go out of her way to do anything illegal in the vampire world. In the human one, murder and arson are on her list, and she does not care.

In terms of general bad behavior, she can't do emotional labor to save her life. She will ghost you for a century even if you're her friend to get out of an argument. She would feel bad if she actually took the time to think about it, but she is choosing to not think about it so... (Caius, Athenodora, and Marcus are potentially the only exceptions to this rule at the moment. Maybe Felix later...)

Marker: what's one thing your character would never tattoo on their body, even if they were paid a million dollars for it?

This one was hard! She wouldn't get anything that didn't mean anything to her, but deciding on something that she would emphatically detest... Probably a wolf due to Children of the Moon/werewolf trauma.

Copics: what is this character's most expensive habit or hobby? Do they ever feel guilty about the money they spend on it?

Myrtis' two main hobbies are dancing and studying language/linguistics. The latter is productive in her day-to-day life, and the former doesn't really require money as long as someone plays music for her.

In terms of habits, she does pick at her clothes a fair bit, and as a Twilight vampire with enhanced strength that can get expensive. She does feel bad about it, but more often than not, she'll wear something until its totally unusable or someone else Caius buys or makes her a new article of clothing.

Graphite: what's something decently common that your character does in a unique or different way? (like how graphite is present in all pencils, but not everyone uses pure graphite)

Again, as a Twilight vampire born in 913 or 912 BCE, there aren't a lot of normal human behaviors that she exhibits. In terms of vampire behaviors, she notably does not like to kill her own food which I imagine is strange for a vampire. She much prefers to be handed an already dead human. This is less a question of morality and more her death precognition is less likely to bother her when feeding this way.

Tortillon: does your OC "blend in" with the people around them? Physically? Metaphorically?

Physically, yes in the beginning but not after Chapter 21. Metaphorically, she blends in if you only spend time with her in passing. Any normal person (vampire?) with normal references for other people's behavior will start to worry after prolonged exposure.

Eraser: what's one way this character has changed over time? Either over the course of their story, or over the course of designing them as an author.

As Myrtis is a pretty static character by design, I will talk in terms of design, and oh boy, there is a lot to talk about.

Originally, she was supposed to be born in the Bronze Age, circa the Trojan War. This was scrapped because I didn't want to fight for my life to get to present-day.

She started off with other names: Anna, Marcella, Aemilia, Elissa, Channah (this eventually became her sister's name).

At one point, her power was not death precognition, but instead the ability to sense the probability of death and slightly manipulate it. Having visions of future deaths and being able to change them was me simplifying this.

Originally, she was actually going to be picked up by the Dacian/Romanian Coven first alongside a brother who never made it into the final story. It was a tale of resentment that ended with her killing her own brother and joining the Volturi. An inverse parallel to the Aro-Didyme scenario that got reworked into something very different. (she was notably a very different character at this point.)

In the scenario mentioned above, Caius and the character who would eventually evolve into Myrtis had a strange (and still platonic) mentor-student relationship where they took turns lowkey hating each other. We've certainly come a long way from that dynamic haha.

[tanlotts]

Hi! I have OCs if you want to draw either one! Veredis/Ponyboy and Aemilia Burr, a Legion frumentarius in the Kings, and our ever popular Courier Six! I've been writing their journey out chapter by chapter on Ao3.

I have a lot of their appearances and history on gDocs (though I need to go back and edit it for more info, especially Veredis, lol). I'll include those in a second ask so they can be kept private if you do decide to go with either one!

Either way, I appreciate you opened this up, and I hope you're having a blast practicing!

Pony boy 🐎

[selkymaiden]

mina and ❓🧩 ???!!?! MEIN GOTT i would love to learn more heh heh 🕵️‍♂️😈

OUGH. The noise I made. 🧍‍♂️

I will put a read more because I'm so sorry Naomi, I'm so sorry I'm about to go ham.

Also, love how you used a puzzle piece. Very good you are truly the detective here!!! 🔎🔎🔎

But Mina is my Private Investigator or Detective in the DC universe. Originally she was made as a side character for Sophie to have friends outside the Rogue gallery. But my friend had her own DC oc, India 💖, so I was like okay lemme expand on Mina so she has more of her own personality and storyline than just being a side character. So I started to tailor-make her more for the Arkham series of games instead of Gotham. But again I just mash up stuff like I did with Sophie since it's so easy with comic book lore. I mean... DC does it to themselves just like Marvel lakfjwelkrj But I say that because uhhhhh wait idk if you've played the Arkham series games? I'm so sorry if you have not and seen spoilers every single day on my blog. But like the last game in the series makes it left open-ended Batman died and I'm like 'nah son' he does not die. So basically I do what I want as we all should so we can enjoy our fucking uhhhhhh little blorbos.

BUT the pun on her name is A. Query. Full name: Aemilia Wilhelmina "Mina" Query. Cuz I wanted someone for the Riddler LMAO just for the fucking canon character again. And at first, I toyed with Oh uh Echo and Query are henchpeople The Riddler has used but I didn't want a henchperson oc. But I love henchpeople ocs though! Ngl I read a lot of spicy riddler x reader where the reader is a henchperson, but I didn't want that for my oc but that's because I'm a terrible person and just want all my gorls OP. Also, Arkham Riddler is so fucking insufferable but I can't not have Mina fuck him!!!

So yeah Mina and Eddie get it on!!! You don't understand Naomi I made a stupid ass moodboard for them when it was slow at work and I had nothing better to do.

They are the tag: xo. lovefool

If you don't read all this I understand but thank you so much for asking and being interested! It's a good exercise to just get my lore out about her instead of just thinking it lmaooooo

Uhhh but she's a Private Investigator, licensed, she actually does not work or care for the GCPD and has a chip on her shoulder with them. So she likes to take cases from their departments and solve them before their people. But she's not taking on murder stuff, even though she could, no she's more into solving, which she has solved, a lot of missing persons and then cheating cases. LMAO she's like that fucking cheaters show and will bust people's asses for money. But she's very good at what she does and would probably be an asset if she did work for GCPD but she only really respects Gordon and Barbara there. Instead, she's fine with what she has, she's not ambitious but does like to stick her nose into things just to be knowing. Tying with Sophie she gets away with things someone on the 'side of the law' should not be able to do cuz she'll run to Sophie for protection. And she's not a bribe person I guess also? She's neutral in Gotham or does her best. She picks and chooses her battles.

So with her and the Riddler though for the longest time they never actually met in person. Instead, she's come upon his radio frequency before. After that, they talk and eventually flirt over the radio, phone, text, email, internet whatever, just anything but in person. She's a novelty item to Edward when Batman isn't paying attention to him basically. It's cuz she's solved his puzzles and riddles before so she's not just some little idiot running around Gotham. Still not as smart as him or even worthwhile other than to pass the time! But his attitude of him thinking himself smarter than everyone and being so degrading to her wears on her but instead of being 'ok bye' her ass actually starts a grudge. So she starts to make it a point to be better than him! And like the last straw is when he sets up his little challenges for Batman but it's a total coincidence, it interrupts a case she's been on for months and ruins everything. So her ass goes through the whole trouble of solving a series of riddles and puzzles meant for Batman. She went out of her way to find them all and solve them so she can confront the Riddler finally. Him getting pinged thinking it's Batman gets all excited but when he goes to confront it's Mina. He flips out just "Wtf wtf wtf you cheated! you didn't solve these! Why are you here??" but jokes on him she did it. ANYWAYS IM SORRY ITS SO LONG BUT SHORT STORY INSTEAD OF FIGHTING HIM LIKE SHE INTENDED SHE TAKES ONE LOOK AT HIS FUCKING WET BITCH PATHETIC ASS AND THEY GET IT ON. like tension but not the kind of tension he's used to where he just gets his face smashed in with the Dark Knight instead she uses her mouth on him *wink wonk* it's about the sexual tension babeeyyyyy !!!

also here is a moodboard just for Mina. She's the oc. wilhelmina

[redbayly]

Ancient Rome belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya. My human name for him is Gaius Valerius Romanus. OCs from my Hetalia fic "World Histories Collection": www.fanfiction.net/s/13451091/… Latium (Human name: Lavinia Valeria Silva): Ancient Rome's mother. She was a highly-respected kingdom of ancient Italy, but her son was often treated with contempt and disdain by other Italic peoples when he was a child. 

Etruria (Human name: Tarchon): Ancient Rome's father. He and Latium had a fling that resulted in Rome, but Etruria, himself, never acknowledged Rome as his son. Sabine (Human name: Clodia Aemilia Sabina): Rome's wife. He abducted her when she and her people visited his city for a festival. Despite basically being forced into marrying him, Sabine has grown to love her husband and his constant infidelity causes her a lot of pain. She is the daughter of Umbria and Osca, neither of whom like Rome. Sabine and Rome had three children together, the three original Romulean tribes. Ramnes (Human name: Lucius Valerius Romanillus): The first of the three Romulean tribes, comprised of the Latins. He eventually came to represent the Western Roman Empire after it was split. He is the father of many Italian city-states, as well as both Northern and Southern Italy. He was always Rome's favorite child, though the two of them did have a major fight when Rome hooked up with Ancient Egypt. He was married twice; first to Magna Graecia, whom he divorced, and later to Adriatic Veneti. He was killed during one of the sackings of Rome. Tities (Human name: Titus Valerius Sabinus): The second of the Romulean tribes, representing the Sabine population in Rome. Due to how the Sabines became largely integrated with the general Roman populace, he struggled to find a new group to attach his existence to. Ultimately, his lack of identity and his resentment of his older brother led Tities and Ramnes to lead rival factions in every Roman civil war until the assassination of Julius Caesar. Tities was one of the assassins and died shortly after Brutus and Cassius were defeated. Luceres (Human name: Gaia Valeria Lasa): The third Romulean tribe, she initially represented the Etruscans in Rome (possibly, it is unclear). Like Tities, her people largely blended into the Roman populace, but she was able to last by attaching her identity to the Vestal Virgins. Due to being a nation, and unable to die, she would substitute herself for any Vestals falsely accused of sexual immorality and be buried alive in their place; she would then dig herself out and return to the temple. She eventually faded away after the College of Vestals was dissolved in the 380s.

[tears-and-lilies]

Anatole and Aemilia, a magical whumpee and an angel caretaker

CW: burns, fire, past gaslighting and trauma, magical whump

Anatole was shaking. They didn’t know where they were, or how they got here. They were lying down on a soft bed. It was cold, they never knew of such cold before. Slowly they got up. Their robes weighed heavy on their body. They noticed a tear, and stains. Blood.

Among their dizziness, one thought became very clear. A panic overtook their body. The sun. They needed to work on the sun. What were they even doing here, sleeping, when the sun could burn out every moment?

They got out of the bed and stumbled across the small room towards the door. They caught a glance of themself in the mirror. Their brown hair was messy, the bun almost falling apart. But, more than that, their skin was stained. Burned. It… it didn’t matter. They needed to-

Quick steps and next a hit in their face. They fell back, onto the ground, clutching their face where the door had hit them.

‘Oh! No no no no no I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to- I didn’t know- Ugh, sorry!’

A person knelt down next to them, reaching out to their face. They flinched back.

‘Don’t touch me!’, they shrieked.

‘I’m sorry!’, the person responded. She hid her face in her hands and sighed. ‘Just, I’m not very good at this, okay? I didn’t mean to harm you.’

‘Who are you? Where are we?’

She looked up at them. ‘Oh, right, good question. I’m Aemilia. This is my house.’

That answer only caused more confusion. They didn’t know if they could ask, they had already spoken out of turn. With fearful eyes they scanned Aemilia. She had long black hair, and black and grey clothes. They had never seen clothes like it, yet they felt familiar. Long pants, a shirt, a hoodie…

‘I know this is a lot, but you’re safe here’, she said. ‘You can ask me anything you want, I’ll try my best to answer.’

‘Does- does master know?’

Her expression changed, from confused to shocked to severe. Finally, she said: ‘He’s dead. Or at least, I really hope he is. You don’t have to suffer anymore. He doesn’t hold any power over you.’

‘He’s dead?’

They swallowed hard. But, the sky, the sun…

‘You don’t have to work for him, and you don’t have to call him master, please. You’re… safe here. I mean it.’

They clenched their hands into fists. Nothing was making sense, and this woman wasn’t helping them.

‘You keep saying that when things clearly aren’t fine! You’re trying to manipulate me!’

They stood up and lifted a hand, casting a light shield between them and the woman. She covered her eyes with her arm.

‘No, Anatole! I’m not manipulating you!’, she said, standing up too. ‘We’re on earth, in (world name)! It changed, the world changed! It’s no longer the world you know!’

‘You’re sent to confuse me! You’re keeping me from forming the sun, you want it destroyed!’

‘No! No not at all!’, she screamed as the light grew brighter.

They didn’t believe that. They couldn’t trust anyone but Master. Their hands were shaking, their skin itching, reminding them where they should be. They were wasting time. They expanded the light shield.

A loud “NO!” prompted a series of events. The shield expanded quickly, like an explosion, burning anything on its path that was lightly flammable. A small carpet caught fire. The door slammed as Aemilia rushed out of the room, only just missing the light as it expanded towards her. When the light reached its limits, it collapsed back into itself. A rough breeze made papers and a scarf on the floor fly up. Anatole tried protecting themself from the collapsing light with their arms. They had made a mistake.

Next, an agonising pain flared up from all the uncovered burns on their body. They screamed, touching the painful spots to soothe it. They curled in on themself and collapsed onto the floor.

They were faintly aware of Aemilia entering the room again, and using a fire extinguisher on the flames in the room. She knelt down next to them. They realised now they were still screaming, but they didn’t remember how to stop it.

‘Oh my… On no, shit no’, Aemilia muttered. ‘Umm, I’ll- I’ll go get some painkillers, okay? And maybe a few wet towels too.’

[sarcasticdolphin]

Smrtolf "Anniversary"

Kind of angsty. For the lovely @adridoesstuff as all my smrtolf drabbles are. Cut is for length.

The soft taps at the window come just as Rudolf finishes shrugging off his jacket, and the prince finds the corner of his lips quirking up as he sees the raven at the window. Some of Smrt’s angels can be difficult to tell apart, but there is something about Aemilia that makes it easy for Rudolf to know which one she is, though he’s never been able to quite put a finger on it. 

He’d thought that he’d seen her earlier, perched on a windowsill at the palace, but the raven had been far away, so perhaps not. When Aemilia ventured close to Vienna she would usually join Rudolf in his carriage for the ride to Mayerling, but she hadn’t today. 

And she isn’t alone - the raven behind her is a little smaller, but Rudolf finds himself fully smiling as he opens the window and the pair join him. Aemilia’s friend is leucistic - white as snow with pale blue eyes blinking back at him. 

“Hello.” There is a note of music in Rudolf’s voice, even to his own ears. Aemilia gives a soft sound and flutters to the table, the white crow not far behind her. 

“Who is your friend?” Rudolf slips into the chair before he speaks, keeping a careful eye on the pair of ravens. Aemilia knows him well, but some of the other angels are still quite easily spooked, and he imagines this one is likely even more shy than most - Rudolf would remember meeting a white raven amongst Smrt’s flock.

But Aemilia doesn’t answer, simply fluffing her feathers a little and accepting a few gentle scratches from Rudolf. Perhaps she is simply feeling a little shy today. 

The white raven stays back a few steps, only watching at first as Rudolf gives Aemilia the scratches before tentatively letting Rudolf touch him. Rudolf thinks from the beak that Aemilia’s friend is probably male, but it can be hard to tell with ravens.

Regardless, they make quite the striking pair - the inky black of Aemila’s feathers with their flashes of iridescence against the snow white of the other raven with his pale blue eyes. And so Rudolf finds a blank canvas and starts mixing colors. This type of painting is best done during the day, and he has a scant few hours before the sun will set.

They sit quite still - though Rudolf for one would guess that is more the fact that Aemilia is napping while the white raven dutifully stays with her. He seems quite curious, always glancing around or looking at Rudolf. It’s understandable - he’s never been to Mayerling before and likely knows only what Aemilia or the other angels had told him of Rudolf’s hidden forest retreat. 

The painting isn’t done by any stretch - Rudolf thinks the highlights certainly need some work - but as the sky grows orange the color of the paints begins to appear wrong and he puts them away, moving on to gently preening Aemilia’s feathers. She lets him, but seems a little stiff. More so than usual. 

“Are you alright?” Rudolf can’t help but to worry over the precious angel that had become his friend.

She does give a chirp. I’m fine. Rudolf sighs and raises an eyebrow. He’s certainly claimed to be fine before, even when he wasn’t. But pushing the issue is usually counterproductive. 

“Get some rest.” He brushes a little kiss to her head before he sets Aemilia down on a pillow beside his own. Perhaps she is just tired. A few months ago Smrt had arrived with a totally exhausted Aemilia in his arms, quietly fretting over her, and muttering that she should be more careful flying in such weather. She’d been smiling the next morning, telling Rudolf how pretty thunderstorms looked from the inside.

So perhaps today will be more of the same. The white raven is a little more hesitant to step onto Rudolf’s wrist in the first place, and once there he is quite wobbly, but doesn’t flutter away, instead giving a little squawk and using his beak to touch Rudolf’s fingers, as if curious what they were. He does step off when Rudolf brings him close to Aemilia, and the two nestle themselves close together in the little nest that lives on the pillow Aemilia herself had picked several months earlier. 

“Sweet dreams.” Rudolf half-murmurs the words to the two lovely birds, though they are already both asleep as he tucks himself into bed, hoping that his own dreams will be sweet as well. Or at least that no nightmare will trouble him tonight.

A soft rustling noise wakes the prince, just as the first rosy fingers of dawn are flowing into the room. The white raven is perched on Rudolf’s chair, his head tilted at that angle which means he is thinking. He flutters over to each of the paintings that Rudolf has sitting in the open one by one, regarding each in turn. And Rudolf wonders what he would say. Was he an artist in some past life? Could he tell Rudolf how to make eyes look more life-like - for that, at least in Rudolf’s view, was his greatest weakness. Great paintings looked alive. His never did.

Slowly, Rudolf glanced over his shoulder. If Aemilia was still asleep he didn’t want to wake her.

She is, but she isn’t alone. The white raven was still curled up beside her, and Rudolf’s brows furl as he glances back to where he had seen the white raven.

Smrt is beautiful in the dawn light, the pinks and oranges soft and welcoming on his white garb.

“Smrt?” Rudolf blinks once, then twice. It is Smrt, isn’t it? He had never seen his friend in anything other than black.

It is his friend, that much is clear when Smrt turns to look at Rudolf before carefully picking his way through the artwork and sitting on the edge of Rudolf’s bed. “My handsome prince.” His voice is soft, so as not to wake the ravens, but carries a music with it that makes Rudolf relax even without thinking of it. 

“You’re beautiful in white.”

It’s Smrt’s turn to be a little bashful at Rudolf’s words. And they are the truth - Smrt cuts a figure that cannot be called anything other than beautiful in his white garb. The outfit is different - a little more flowing and cut more intimately. The customary jacket is gone, a cape in its place. But some things remain the same - there is a vest over Smrt’s silken shirt, though it fits tighter to his body than the black one. The feathers too are different - where before there had been a cluster of ornamental plumes at Smrt’s shoulder, now his hair is dotted by soft-looking creamy feathers. But still, it is unmistakably Smrt.

“Thank you.”

“Is-” Rudolf pauses for a moment, collecting his thoughts. “Is Aemilia alright? She’s been …” He trails off. 

Smrt gives a sad smile and leans over Rudolf, bringing them ever so close as he plucks Aemilia’s raven form from the pillow and cradles her close. “Today is the anniversary of her death. It always has some effect, though she’s usually back to her normal self within a few days.”

The white raven gives a chirp and hops into Rudolf’s lap, demanding scratches, and Rudolf dutifully obeys before sliding over so Smrt can more properly sit beside him.

They sit there in companionable silence for a few minutes as Rudolf tends to the lovely white raven and starts gently preening a few feathers.

But the silence is broken quickly by Aemila’s whimpers, even as Smrt cradles her ever so close, his words tender and comforting. That she isn’t alone. That he’s here for her. That she’ll never be alone again. That she’s here, at Mayerling, with them.

Not, Rudolf thinks, alone in a dark tomb.

It helps, but only so much. She’s breathing hard when her raven form is gone and her more human one is sprawled across Smrt’s lap, nuzzling closer to him. Rudolf can see tear tracks going down her cheeks. 

Smrt’s words become quieter - for Aemilia alone, but Rudolf can still hear the calming tone that Smrt uses. Rudolf is glad for the white raven in that moment. He doesn’t want to touch Aemilia without her permission, especially with how delicate her state seems, but his hands need something to do. And so he continues to preen the happy but still curious white raven.

Little by little, Aemilia’s breathing returns to normal, and she turns to face Rudolf and the white raven.

“What is his name?” Because Rudolf does want to know.

Aemilia actually smiles at that, nuzzling closer to Smrt, and his friend rolls his eyes.

“Sometimes-” there is sorrow in Aemilia’s voice, but none in her words or the light in her eyes. “A raven is only a raven.”

The white raven in Rudolf’s arms gives a little chirp. 

“I’m sure he would be quite happy for you to name him.” Aemilia is smiling now, even if she is still close to Smrt as can be.

“Well then.” Rudolf looks at the white raven. “What shall I name you?”

The raven gives a chirp.

[badsithnocookie]

[amlovelies]

I originally had aemilia romance isabela but I now think I want it to be more of a throuple situation with merrill. because I love merribela and I also think poly makes sense for them

[thegrievingyoung]

— OC FEARS TAG.

Charlotte Mecastor

the dark - fire - open water - deep water - being alone - crowded spaces - confined spaces - change - failure - war - loss of control - powerlessness - prison - blood - drowning - suffocation - public speaking - natural animals - the supernatural - heights - death - dying - intimacy - rejection - abandonment - loss - the unknown - the future - not being good enough - scary stories - speaking to new people - poverty - loud noises - being touched - forgetting - being forgotten

Kade Hendrix

the dark - fire - open water - deep water - being alone - crowded spaces - confined spaces - change - failure - war - loss of control - powerlessness - prison - blood - drowning - suffocation - public speaking - natural animals - the supernatural - heights - death - dying - intimacy - rejection - abandonment - loss - the unknown - the future - not being good enough - scary stories - speaking to new people - poverty - loud noises - being touched - forgetting - being forgotten

Uriah Layfette

the dark - fire - open water - deep water - being alone - crowded spaces - confined spaces - change - failure - war - loss of control - powerlessness - prison - blood - drowning - suffocation - public speaking - natural animals - the supernatural - heights - death - dying - intimacy - rejection - abandonment - loss - the unknown - the future - not being good enough - scary stories - speaking to new people - poverty - loud noises - being touched - forgetting - being forgotten

Aemilia Mecastor

the dark - fire - open water - deep water - being alone - crowded spaces - confined spaces - change - failure - war - loss of control - powerlessness - prison - blood - drowning - suffocation - public speaking - natural animals - the supernatural - heights - death - dying - intimacy - rejection - abandonment - loss - the unknown - the future - not being good enough - scary stories - speaking to new people - poverty - loud noises - being touched - forgetting - being forgotten

Tagging @quilloftheclouds @starrywritingg @zmlorenz @cadewrites @nectareouswrites @misotheismed as always no pressure :)

[take-me-tom-hiddleston]

OKAY. I NEED AMELIA AND LOKI WITH “Do you have any idea what time it is??” Please!

#TMTH800 Drabble #2

Title: Affirmation

Pairing: Loki x OC/Loki x Aemilia

Words: 1,504 (I’m slowly getting better at drabbles but still not there yet)

Warnings: None

ACK YESSS THANK YOU @gimmeshoesinhell. I was hoping for some sort of request with them!! I hope you like it (and I’ve SO enjoyed getting to know you lately. I think we may be kindred spirits, you and I)!

SO to tie any Ruin readers over waiting for the next ch, here’s a little snippet between Loki and Aemilia post their first ILYs and prior to the events of Thor. HOWEVER, you don’t have to have read the main fic to enjoy this. At least I’d like to think so.

Loki had always sought solitude within the quiet halls ofthe palace library. As children, when Thor would run off to play with the youngLady Sif or Fandral instead of his smaller, younger brother, Loki would quietenhis hurt feeling by immersing himself in large book of spells, cuddled up inthe corner with a blanket and an empty journal to fill with all his notes andthoughts and musings. Maybe if he studied hard enough, he could become apowerful enough sorcerer to match Thor’s mighty strength.

As childhood became just a glimpse into the past and Loki hadgrown tired of a particularly rambunctious Thor and needed a quiet escape, hewould sneak off to the vast floor of written history and would be swept away intales of old. Or when Loki found himself struggling to meet the expectations ofhis father, he would be studying other worlds, other languages, other cultures,any subject that happened to draw his insatiable curiosity in on thatparticular day.

He was his mother’s son, after all, and as he perused thenever ending shelves, he would frequently hear Frigga’s steady voice in hishead, reminding him that knowledge waspower, too. And if he could learn just one new thing of value that day, hewould be more powerful than he was the day before.

So after his thoughts and concerns were utterly disregardedat yet another royal council meeting, Loki immediately retreated to acomfortable spot in the library upon dismissal.

He held the book a little tighter than normal that day.

Minutes turned to hours as he sat there, leafing throughpage after page. Sunlight streaming through the windows gave way to cool, bluemoonlight. Eventually, all patrons left until he was the only soul in the vasthalls, with just a single candle at his side. That was good. He liked it thatway. Though, that day, he never could completely quiet the small tinge of lonelinessin his chest. That didn’t matter, however, because there was work to be done.

He was five pages to the end of an anthology on the might ofthe ancient Dwarven forge, Nidavellir, when a velvet voice suddenly soundedbehind him.

“Do you have any idea what time it is??”

Loki jolted in surprise, so absorbed by the book that he hadnot sensed the presence behind him at all. He turned around in his chair to seea familiar, pretty face staring down at him with sweet, sleepy hazel eyes.

A little smile quirked at his lips and warmth spread throughhis chest. He couldn’t seem to contain it whenever he saw Aemilia. Not anymore.

“I wager it’s late?” he replied with a smirk, closing thebook and looking to her. She was wrapped up in a green silk floor-lengthdressing gown over her usual slip she slept in. Her dark auburn waves weretwisted in a large messy braid down her back, with a few nefarious little curlsescaping and messily framing her face. The warmth intensified.

Aemilia amusedly scoffed. “It’s earlier rather than late atthis point. It’s two hours until sunrise.”

Loki’s face fell a bit. That was indeed much later than he had imagined. Then again,now that he thought about it, his eyes didfeel rather heavy.

“How long have you been here?” she asked, wrapping her robea bit tighter around her. The air had a bit of a chill.

Loki turned his chair to face her and outstretched his hand.She smiled lightly and accepted it, intertwining her fingers with his. Hegently pulled her across his waiting lap, and a tiny content giggle escaped herlips. He relished the contact, that pang of loneliness he felt earlier entirelygone now that she was here.

“I’ve been here since the council meeting was dismissed.”

Aemilia paused and did the calculations in her head. Hereyes widened. “Loki that was hours ago.The meeting assembled at midday.”

He shrugged, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I losttrack of time. I needed to do some work.”

She stared at him, her sharp gaze calculating and piercingthrough any façade he could muster. “…What happened at the meeting?” she asked.

He nearly rolled his eyes. Had he truly become thattransparent around her? Of course, Loki never took into account that it wasn’tthat he acted more transparent around her, it’s that another person aside fromhis mother finally knew him well enough to see through him. “The meeting was…themeeting. Nothing out of the ordinary from any of the others,” he weakly deflected.

Aemilia absentmindedly ran her fingers over the divots anddesigns of the leather on his chest. “And your proposal for the Light Elves?”

Loki’s mouth turned downwards in a scowl. “Politely tossedaside, as per usual. That old withered hag Hilde did say it ‘had potential’ upon further work and could bereaddressed at a later date, however.”

Aemilia grinned at Loki’s feistiness before reassuring, “Butthat sounds slightly promising!”

He scoffed. “Unlikely. They’re follow-through is atrociouslydismal.”

Loki looked off into nothing, his eyebrows seemingly frozenin an irritated furrow. Aemilia’s face fell. When would others see Loki as shehad?

“Hey,” she said gently, placing one hand on his neck andtracing her thumb across his skin. When he didn’t look over to her, in aspontaneous whisper of an idea, she got up from his lap momentarily so shecould straddle him.

That got hisattention. His eyes widened fractionally as he watched her, his large handsimmediately settling on her hips. “Hey, shewhispered again, lightly pushing his face up to her with one finger under hischin.

Those sharp green eyes reluctantly met hers, annoyed thatshe could so blatantly see his frustration. She looked to him, one hand on hischeek and eyes glittering. “One day, others will see what I see in you.”

He chuckled. “What? My dashing good looks?”

Aemilia affectionately rolled her eyes. “I believe everyone already sees that. I’m talking aboutyour intelligence. Your strategic mind.” His eyes softened, not expecting suchheartfelt encouragement. “Loki, you’re calculative, observant, remarkably talented, strong-willed, wellspoken, and you deserve to be heard.To be respected. You will get your chance to show that to the people. You just…haveto be patient and not lose who you are in the process.”

Loki swallowed, a lump in his throat. Hearing such validation from this woman whom he admired so much…hestill wasn’t used to such a sensation. Being appreciated. Valued. Acknowledged. He doubted he would everbecome accustomed to it.

Entirely unsure of what to say for once in his life, Lokisent her a little smile before fully wrapping his arms around her in a tightembrace, burying his face in her neck. Aemilia chuckled breathlessly, happy herwords seemed to reach him, and warmly accepted his hug, cradling the back of hishead in her hand.

They simply sat there for a long moment, Aemilia relishinghis touch and Loki breathing in the gentle yet intoxicating smell of roses inher hair.

He’d barely said this out loud to her a handful of times atmost, and it still irrationally scared him to do it, but he couldn’t hold itback. His embrace tightening, he muttered into her neck, “I love you, Aemilia.”

She let out a breath, her heart suddenly racing. A widesmile bloomed across her face as his words washed over her. She still couldn’tbelieve that they were in this place, that they had become this. It was withouta doubt the most thrilling and wonderful feeling in all of the galaxy, and shefelt her very soul spark with life when he said those words to her.

She pulled away so she could look at him and saw areflection of what she felt in Loki gazing up at her, face open and vulnerableand genuine. He leaned his cool cheek into her warm open palm. “And I love you,Loki. With everything I have.”

His lips turned up in the smallest smile she’d ever seen,but it was so pure and peaceful ittook her breath away.

Aemilia leaned down and pressed a gentle, barely-there kissto his lips, to which he quickly came to life under. His breath hitched in histhroat before he kissed her back, bringing her in deeper. His arms tightenedaround her waist and pulled her closer, and he moaned quietly into her mouthwhen she gripped his hair a bit tighter.

That ever-present physical connection they possessed flaredto life instantaneously. Suddenly, all they needed in the whole Nine was simplyeach other.

Their kiss deepened and intensified until they could nolonger continue without coming up for air. Loki’s lips immediately foundAemilia’s neck as she gasped for air and gripped at the sturdy leather on hisback. “T-take me to bed?” she proposed breathlessly.

Loki groaned, biting at her shoulder. “With pleasure.”