#J.R. (OC)

[joskippy]

Sometimes in life you gotta make bootlegs of your favorite characters to rp with on roblox

[jphantasma]

I've been thinking about my miraculous ladybug oc and decided to expand on him and change a few things

My main oc is Joseph Rodriguez, also known as j.r. and I've mainly had him using the butterfly miraculous, I've decided to give him a original miraculous, that being the jellyfish miraculous of memory, I'm still considering a hero name bit I would like him to be named after jellyfish from Puerto Rico

[jr-verse]

Warning: This is not an incoming comic!

After seeing The Loud House Movie: No Time To Spy (which was almost a week ago I suppose) I was dedicated to draw some fanart of it.

This one is about David Steele (Lincoln Loud) Vs a new and dangerous foe known as Mr. R (Which is... me cause I can't help myself self-inserting into things).

Mr. R. is the main antagonist in this one. He is an enigmatic being who makes evil purposes for some unknown reasons. He has also manage to select and free Lincoln's previously most dangerous adversaries (such as The Miller Family, Morag, Ham Hand and Fifi) as his agents and uses to destroy The Loud Family, especially Lincoln himself. It's yet unknown if this is out of diversion or something else.

[Additional updates in this description will someday apply.]

[olightsource]

J.R. design notes. Jr is the tech guy that works with Pepper to run her social media. Jr is a college friend of Peppers who sticks by her in hopes that he can see Angel more often. Jr is a stocky doggo with white fur. He wears mostly the same clothes and a pair of glasses that usually hide his eyes.

While he has little to no sexual attraction to Pepper, the two have shot movies for profit. They both conspire together to find lucrative ways to make a quick buck.

It's unclear what his full name is, but his name is said Junior for simplicity.

[amn3si]

D∆nger:

They 2 are fighting and I think it's my fault :(

(The two in the background are Jany/Jim and Star/Radio)

(The two of them always fight, they're not talking bad about D∆nger, they're just fighting.)

[autobot2001]

It Was An Accident

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers Rating: E Warning: None Pairing: None Description: Jayce causes J.R. intense pain. The decition is to sedate her rather than make her wait for the pain relief medicine to kick in. From ch. 67 of Emotional Pain Hurts as Much as Physical Pain.

@medwhumpmay day 4; sedation

Jayce’s P.O.V. J.R. watched as I walked into the room. Crosshairs is asleep on the other bed. She pointed to the mask she is wearing and then the monitor.  “If you think you’ll be ok,” I say before taking the mask off, setting it within easy reach, and turning the oxygen off. Then she needed water.  “Much better,” she said after drinking from the water bottle I filled. “Until you have to go to the bathroom,” I laugh. “Oh crud, I forget about the damn chest tube. Wait for Jamie to check if it can be removed. I mean..,” she trailed off “It’s fine, I know what you mean,” I laugh. We watched Crosshairs on the other bed. “Oops,” we both said before laughing. Crosshairs moves to sit on the bed. “What’s so funny?” He asks. “Nothing,” J.R. says, smiling.  I attempt to move aside but trip on the chair’s leg, falling onto J.R. “GET OFF!” She yells as tears roll down her face. “It’s all right, Jayce, just an accident,” Crosshairs says before trying to calm J.R. “It hurts so bad,” she sobs. That much pain, even with the pain medication that kept her pain-free until now, shit. “What happened?” Drift asks as he walks up to the bed. “I hurt her again,” I cry. “It was an accident, Jayce,” Crosshairs repeats himself. J.R. doesn't know what to do. Though she can’t move much with the chest tube in place, it hurts to move, but it hurts to stay still. Crosshairs can’t sit with her on the bed either. Drift takes me to the front of the room. “It’s ok, you didn’t mean to hurt her,” Drift says as he hugs me. “This is why I need to go home,” I cry. “No, Jayce…” J.R. starts, but I can tell talking hurts. Damn it; the infusion is just about finished. I can’t increase the rate. Not sure if that would even help. Localized pain relief won’t help. Damn it; J.R. will be in much pain for at least two hours. I prep another IV bag of pain relief medication, trying to ignore J.R.’s crying, while Drift helps Crosshairs comfort her. This is the perfect time for you to walk in, Jamie. I think. I’m about to sedate J.R. to help her, but I don’t want to do it if you won’t agree with me. Crosshairs tells me he and Jamie talked about sedating J.R., and she was leaving it up to him. He permitted me to sedate J.R. I inject the drug, and we watch J.R. fall asleep before I connect the new IV bag of pain relief medication, keeping the settings the same as before. “It’s ok, just an accident,” Crosshairs repeats as he hugs me. I’ve been trying not to cry, but I can’t keep myself from crying any longer. Crosshairs laid me on the other bed. I hate how this is routine now. He knows I could end up having a seizure, an anxiety, or a panic attack.

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

Sorry - Chapter 9

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“So, you’re just gonna sit in this room all day and wallow?” Dominique let out a groan and threw the covers over her head. “Sis, come on. You know I love you and  J.R and Tayvon love having you here but I think you should call Jon back” Desiree trailed off and Dominique pulled the covers off her head and glared at her older sister. 

“I’m not calling him,” Dominique said in a tone that she hoped came off as final. Why would she call Jon? He had betrayed her in the worst way possible. She was already feeling a type of way about the bitch at the club but she was willing to let that go and be with him. Then she found out he was with Trinity and if she was being completely honest, that stung a whole lot. THEN to find him at Trinity’s house and to learn that they kissed was the final nail in the coffin. Jon had hurt her beyond repair. 

“Dom, he’s been calling me for hours, He just wants to talk to you.” 

“I don’t wanna talk to him!” Dominique snapped. Tears of frustration and pain now falling down her face, she angrily wiped at them as she sat up in the bed and looked at her sister. “He made me look so fucking stupid Muffin. He deadass left our home to go be with her.., He never wanted me he’s always wanted her and now I’m not in the way anymore he’s free to go do what he wants.” Dominique cried, pulled her knees to her chest, and crying into them Desiree felt her heart break as she looked at her younger sister, She pushed herself off the wall and walked over to her, she climbed into bed with Dominique and pulled her into a hug, letting her cry into her shoulder. 

Talisua Fatu stared at her eldest son with disappointment etched on her face. “You kissed Trinity?” 

“She kissed me.” 

Talisua sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. “Why did you go over there in the first place? You and Dom argued and you just what?  Happened to be in the neighborhood and decided to go visit Trinity?” 

Jon stayed silent and shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He didn’t know why he went to Trinity’s house… he just, wanted to vent, he didn’t expect Trinity to kiss him, he thought they had moved on from each other. 

“Ma’ I messed up. Bad. I know this, I just… I don’t know how to fix it.” 

“You probably can’t,” Talisua said as bluntly as possible. Jon lifted his gaze from the table to glare at her and she shrugged. “I’m sorry son, but you broke that woman’s heart. From what she told me, you made her feel unwanted and made her feel like Trinity would always be your top choice and I agree with her. You didn’t just kiss Trinity, you chose her.” 

“Ma..” Jon trailed off with a deep sigh. “I didn’t mean to hurt her. I never wanted to hurt Dom” 

“Maybe you did.” Jon opened his mouth to argue but his mother's glare stopped him. “She hurt you by basically rejecting the idea of marriage and you hurt her by showing her she’s not the only option for you.” 

“But she is!” Jon snapped standing up from his chair, not caring about how it fell over. “What I feel for Dominique is way stronger than what I felt for Trinity. 

“Then you show her that! You drive your ass down to Ensley and go show her how much she means to you!” 

Before Jon took the twelve-minute drive to Ensley he decided to visit Trinity. He needed her to know and understand that it was over between the two of them. He only wanted Dominique. 

Trinity opened her front door, looking surprised. “Jon? What—” she started, but he cut her off. 

“Coming here the other day was a mistake. And to be completely honest me being here now is probably gonna come back and bite me in the ass but, I need you to understand that there will never be anything between us... ever.” 

Trinity narrowed her eyes at him before scoffing and shutting the door in his face. Jon sighed then shrugged before turning on his heels was jogging back to his car. 

Jon pulled up in front of Dominique's sister’s house. His heart was beating profusely in his chest as he walked up to the front door and knocked. He was just about to walk away when the front door opened and Desiree stood there with her arms crossed over her chest. 

“I just wanna see her,”  Jon said before Desiree could say anything. “I know I fucked up. I know I did. But I need to apologize. I need her to know I want to be with her.” 

Desiree stood there for a long moment, staring at Jon, her arms still crossed. “Jon, she’s hurt. You made her look stupid, feel stupid. She’s humiliated, Jonathan. She had people in her comments all week calling her Trinity’s replacement, people in her DMs telling her they knew you were going to go back to Trinity. She’s humiliated.” 

Jon felt like shit. Absolute garbage. “Please,” Jon said, his voice now steady with quiet desperation, “I need to see her. I need to talk to her. I know it might not make a difference, but I need her to know how much I care. How much I love her. That I want only her. I can’t lose her, Desiree.”

Desiree’s eyes softened, She had watched Jon and Dom’s whole relationship and he had never shown that he wasn’t fully invested in Dominique. She knew how much Dominique meant to him, but she also knew how deeply her sister had been hurt. She sighed, glancing over her shoulder as if trying to gauge how her sister might react.

“Fine, but if she tells you to leave, you leave.”  Jon nodded understandably and followed Desiree into the house, shutting the door behind him. Jon was a bundle of nerves as he followed Desiree up the stairs. He didn’t even know what else he was going to say to Dominique besides sorry. 

Dominique looked up when the bedroom door opened. When Jon stepped inside, she immediately started to shake her head.

“Dom please -” 

“No. leave.” 

“No.” Jon stood his ground, staring at her. He wasn’t about to let her walk out of his life without fighting for her. “I fucked up.” He said, moving closer to her when she turned her back to him. “I love you Dominique, not the chick from the club and not Trinity.” 

Dominique scoffed and kept her back to him, looking out into her sister’s backyard. “I know I hurt you.” He continued. “You helped me turn my life around after WWE threatened to fire me after my DUI’s. You helped me build a better relationship with my kids.” 

“Yeah, I helped you,” she muttered, her voice quiet but laced with bitterness. “But I did that because I believed in you. I trusted you.”Jon took another step forward, his heart breaking at the distant coldness in her tone.

"I know, baby. I know you trusted me. And I destroyed that trust." His voice was thick with regret. “But I need you to know that when I say I love you… I’m not just saying it to make things right. I do love you. I always have.”

“Then why did you go to her, Jon?” Dominque asked, turning to face him. Jon’s heart broke at the tears he caused streaming down her face. “Why did you have to kiss her?” Her sentence broke off with a choked sob and all Jon wanted to do was rush over to her and pull her into his arms. 

“Because I’m stupid.” 

Dominique’s body trembled as she tried to hold back more tears, her heart feeling like it was being shredded with each word Jon spoke. She could see the sincerity in his eyes, but the hurt was still too raw, too fresh for her to just let go of it.

“No,” she whispered, shaking her head slowly. “You’re not stupid, Jon. You’re selfish. I understand that I could have been truthful about my stance on marriage but never have I once thought about running back to Dave or evening going to see him. But you - you chose her.” 

“I didn’t choose her Dominique. I just- I don’t know what I thought was going to happen but I would never choose her over you. I would never choose anybody over you.” 

”I loved you. And you threw that away without even thinking about what it would do to me.”

“Don’t say that.” Jonathan shook his head walking into Dominique’s personal space and grabbing her hands. She tried to fight him off but he wasn’t about to let her go. “You love me and I love you, and we’re going to get through this. I can’t change what I did,” Jon said, his voice hoarse with emotion. “But I can tell you how much I regret it. I can tell you that I’ll spend every single day trying to make this right. I’ve never loved anyone like I love you, Dominique. And if you let me, I’ll show you that you’re the one I choose. Not her. Not anyone else. Just you.”

And now what? You expect me to just forgive you because you’re sorry? Because you say you love me?” she asked bitterly. “You left me for her. You kissed her. You chose her, Jon. Not once, but twice.”

“I didn’t choose her, Dom,” Jon said, his voice desperate. “I messed up, but it was never about choosing her. I was stupid, confused—selfish, but I never wanted to lose you. I just wanted to fix things, and I thought I could go back to her and get some clarity, but I was wrong. You’re the one I love. You’re the one I want. It’s always been you. Just let me make it up to you. Let me prove it to you.” 

“Let go of me.” She said and Jon immediately let go of her hands. Dominique took a deep breath and took a step back from Jon, creating space between him. “Get out.” 

“Wha- Baby. Please.” 

“Clarity? You went to her for clarity? The same women who drove you to drink in the first place? The same women who didn’t care if you had a good relationship with your kids or your family?” 

“I’m sorry.” Jon’s own tears were now flowing down his face. “I wish I could take it back.” 

“The fucked up thing is, all this started over me being apprehensive about getting married.”  Dominique scoffed and shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “I don’t know if I can trust you anymore, Jon. 

Gutted Jon nodded. He tucked his bottom lip into his teeth and started to back away from Dominique. He needed to get out of there fast, the walls felt like they were closing in on him. “Okay,” He whispered.  He didn’t know what else to say. There was nothing he could say to undo this. Nothing he could do to take back the damage. His mistake had been too big, and Dominique’s trust in him had been shattered beyond repair.

Authors Note: Oh Damn... How do y'all think Jon is going to make it up to her??

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[maccreadysbaby]

OPERATION: ULTRAVIOLET

alex rider + oc insert

tw: none

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

and the truth comes out! kai takes it about as well as we all thought poor dude

part four

❝ MI6 ❞

WEDNESDAY — MAY 4, 2001 — 2:13AM

THE NEXT PLACE KAI FOUND HIMSELF, WAS THE BACK OF A CIA VEHICLE, THEN HIS FATHER'S OFFICE IN MIAMI.

He'd never seen where his father worked before. The building was unlike anything he'd ever seen -- it looked like something out of a movie. It was tall and white, with sharp lines and what had to be hundreds of windows that reflected the Miami skyline and didn't give a single hint about what lay inside.

He was led into the building by a CIA man who never spoke. He looked... well, not like CIA men on TV with their perfectly pressed suits and sunglasses. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, with greasy, slicked back hair and a toothpick that never left his lips. Kai guessed he was trying to fit in with the rest of the people in Miami, which made sense if he wanted to be covert. (Why didn't they do that in movies?)

To Kai's surprise, when they walked into the building, they were greeted by... a coffee bar. A nice, modern one, with wood paneling and sleek lights, filled with bustling baristas and people chatting or talking on their phones. Which was not at all what Kai expected.

The CIA man didn't seem phased. He merely walked Kai through to an elevator, where they ascended to the tenth floor.

The doors slid open to a large lobby, with one big, curving desk that had two women behind it, working on computers and talking on the phone. There was a large, backlit sign on the wall behind them that read: CENTURION INTERNATIONAL ADVERTISING.

CIA. How very clever of them.

"Here for Byrne," The man with the toothpick said. The girls looked at him for a moment, entering something on their keyboards. One of them gave Kai a particularly long stare.

Kai wondered what they were thinking, seeing him like that. Of course, none of them knew who he was; he was just a kid turning up with an agent with blood all over his face, dirt all over his clothes, zip-ties on his ankles and no shoes. Did everyone know a child was coming to the office? Had his father briefed them? Or was he a rogue variable that was now freaking out the receptionists?

"I'll take it from here, thanks,"

Kai glanced off to the side when a familiar voice came. A figure moved out from an adjacent hallway.

It was Joe Byrne, his stepfather. He was taller than Kai, but not by much, and his skin was dark as midnight -- another thing that helped their case if people looked into familial relations. He had a ring of white hair on top of his head and a white mustache, his eyes a deep brown, scanning Kai's frame from top to bottom.

Part of Kai wanted to start crying; as a child did when seeing their parents after something traumatic. But the other part of him -- the part that had been trained in secrecy for as long as he could remember -- forced him to stay completely still, and completely blank, looking at his father as though he'd never seen him before in his life.

The agent that had brought him in turned and went back into the elevator, disappearing behind the sliding doors, and Joe Byrne turned back down the hallway. "This way."

Kai followed him without much protest, his eyes lingering on the receptionists as he passed them, working diligently at their posts. Did the CIA really use receptionists like that? Taking calls and sending emails and booking appointments? Or were they just a front incase someone walked in looking for the Advertising company? Did the advertising company even exist, or was it a ghost, too? Like Kai was?

He followed his father down a bare hallway, and through some sort of tube-looking metal detector that closed around him and then let him out again. Then the bare hallway continued back until they turned into a large office with a frosted glass door and the name: J.R. Byrne on the front.

It was much like his office at home. A large, one-way, single panel window behind a big mahogany desk. Bookshelves and wood-paneled filing cabinets lined the walls, and a large rug outlining the desk and three chairs lay spread across the floor; one chair was on the window side of the desk, two sat opposite it.

Joe Byrne closed and locked the door behind them. Kai reached for his arm as he passed, but the man didn't even seem to notice. He simply headed over to his desk, took a seat, and left Kai hanging and confused.

"I need you to tell me exactly what happened," Was the first thing he said. No hi, no are you okay, no do you need anything?

Kai exhaled heavily and took a hesitant seat in one of the chairs across from his father. "I'm… fine, by the way."

Joe Byrne sighed heavily, running a few fingers over his brows. "We don't have time for this, Kai. This is a very severe security breach and I need you to work with me so we can get it closed up before more damage is done. The longer you stay here, the more questions will be asked, the more suspicious you become."

Kai stared at him, dumbfounded. He didn't see his stepfather very much, maybe once every two months, maybe. But when he did, the man usually stayed the night at the penthouse, had dinner with them, and played games with Kai and Lionel until far too late. He laughed and smiled and said extravagant hellos and even more dramatic goodbyes. This... wasn't that Joe Byrne.

This was CIA Joe Byrne. A cold, over-stressed, overworked Joe Byrne that turned off his personal life like a light switch. Kai had never seen that part of him before, and he wasn't sure he liked it very much.

"Dad," He tried, hoping that maybe he could spark just a little of his less concrete-solid side. "I just got kidnapped."

"Malachi," His stepfather breathed, the stress of the whole thing making him look a bit older than he normally did. "I need you to tell me everything that happened tonight."

With a strange, empty feeling settling in his gut -- because he was sitting in front of a man who looked so much like his father but wasn't, at least not right now -- Kai relented.

And he told him everything. Starting with the phone call that he never heard the other end of, going through the fight in the penthouse, the abuse in the bungalow, and his frantic escape. His father was typing on his computer the whole time, maybe taking scarce notes. Kai told him about Sergeant Wilhelm, and about the younger man that was afraid, and the couple whose house he’d busted into begging to use the phone. He didn't leave out any details -- because the CIA would probably figure them out anyways.

“We got recordings of the phone call,” Was the first thing Joe Byrne said after Kai had finished. How they’d gotten the recording so quickly, he would never know. “It was a simple one-line order: You’re going to give us the boy. Lionel was going to shut you in your room with the panic button right after, but he didn’t have the time.”

"Lionel. Where is he? Is he okay?" Kai asked hurriedly, leaning up toward the desk. Joe Byrne merely held up a hand in a dismissive sort of way that did nothing more than irritate him.

“Lionel is fine. Not much physical damage, like you,” He explained. His voice was cool, calculating. “We’ll probably have to speak to that couple at the next-door bungalow again. Find a way to keep them quiet about you. We had Wilhelm and his accomplice brought in, so they won't be an issue anymore."

Kai nodded slightly, sliding further down into his chair.

"But..." His stepfather sighed a long, deep sigh. "There's always the issue of who else knows."

Kai blinked, creasing his brows. "You think other people know about me?"

"We can't be sure. But we also can't write it off," His stepfather said, typing a few things on his computer. "Wilhelm may have only told his son -- that was the young man that was working with him. But it's possible he could have told many people. Maybe he had backup. Maybe he told his whole family. We can't be sure if your name is in circulation or not."

"So..." Kai breathed, fiddling with his fingers absentmindedly. "What do we do?"

"You can't go back to the penthouse," Joe Byrne said seriously, shaking his head, typing on the computer. "In fact, every piece of real estate with my name, or a name in close relation to mine, is no longer a safe location for you."

"What?" Kai ordered, flicking his hands outward. "Where else am I supposed to go? I've been there my entire life!"

"I know. But after what you just went through, it's simply out of the question."

The teenager huffed, sitting back even further in his chair. He knew his stepfather was just being safe, but their penthouse had been built like a fallout shelter, for his safety, and he wasn't allowed to go back? He'd been raised there, since a baby, and he was, what? Never going to go there again?

“What about Lionel?”

“He won’t be staying there either. He’ll be going with you -- I trust him wholeheartedly. He was smart; he locked himself in your room to make a call to us,” His stepfather sighed. “If he hadn’t, Wilhelm would’ve killed him.”

“Is he still shut in there?”

“No,” Joe Byrne said. “I sent someone to get him out.”

“You told someone how to open the door?” Kai asked, miffed, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. “You told someone how to open the secret room in the penthouse, and you let some rando agent come pick me up and bring me here in a sketchy black car. For a guy so hellbent on security, you sure seem to enjoy handing out confidential information like candy.”

“The agent who brought you here has no idea who you are. And the agents at the penthouse don’t know you exist,” His stepfather said with a huff. “On our end, your name is as confidential as it gets.”

“Why couldn’t you come pick me up yourself? You wouldn’t have had to get other people involved,” Kai suggested.

“I had important things to attend to,”

“More important things than me?”

“Malachi,” Joe Byrne said, exasperated, his dark eyes searching the teenager’s face. “I was distributing agents to take care of you. I don’t work in the field.”

Kai scoffed, looking down at his lap and fiddling with the bottom hem of his t-shirt. Something like hurt ripped through him. His father wouldn’t even come onto the field for his own son?

Kai sighed. “I like the other you better.”

“What?” Joe asked, incredulously.

“I asked where I’m going now,” The teenager lied, knowing good and well his father had heard his previous statement and deciding to let it hang in the air. 

His stepfather stared at him for a few moments too long, a slightly irritated look on his face, before he relented and exhaled. “Well, Kai… I think it might be safest for you to leave the country entirely.”

Kai’s mouth fell open in an instant, and he froze, his eyes flicking up to his father suddenly. “What?” 

“I know, I know,” Joe Byrne started. He opened one of his desk drawers and pulled out a file, stamped with red ink across the front that Kai didn’t focus enough to read. “I have something I want to share with you, Kai. I know you heard that I fired Sergeant Wilhelm.”

“Okay?” Kai pressed. 

“There’s a reason your training is ending so soon,” He said, sliding the file across the table to him. It had two strings of words stamped across the front: OPERATION: ULTRAVIOLET, and TOP SECRET.

Kai merely jabbed a finger at it. “What’s this?”

Joe Byrne sighed deeply, lacing his fingers together and resting them on the table. “Kai, your training has always, always been to prioritize your safety. You being able to defend yourself in situations like what happened tonight is the most important thing I’ve ever taught you.”

“The most important thing Lionel ever taught me,” Kai mumbled under his breath.

Joe Byrne ignored him. “But your training was preparing you for something else, too.”

Kai looked up at him, scanning his grizzled features with curious eyes. “Something else?”

“Well… it has always been my hopes that, one day, you would work for me,”

Kai just stared at his stepfather, face blank, completely speechless. For five seconds, then ten. “You mean… for the CIA?”

“A field agent,” Joe Byrne nodded. “A spy. It’s all in that file.”

So, it was never really about his safety? About his protection, but about his father’s work? He wasn’t being trained because his father cared about him, but because he cared about his own job?

“No,” Kai ordered, shoving the file away. “I want to hear it from your face. You’ve been training me, my entire life, to be in the CIA? Without telling me?” 

If he was only doing it for his own job, did Joe Byrne care about him at all?

“Kai,”

“What is it, when my parents died you looked at me and instead of seeing your future child, you saw your job?!”

“Malachi, stop being so childish!” Joe Byrne ordered loudly, and Kai huffed, sinking further down in his seat and opening and closing his mouth a few times. Nothing ever came out. “The world that I am a part of isn’t always clear. There's no black, and there’s no white -- only gray. You’re either in or out. I never wanted to live a double life in front of you. I didn’t want to switch from the white to the grey, from father to agent. I always knew that, as soon as I could, I wanted you in the gray with me.”

Kai huffed loudly. “You failed. The whole don’t want to live a double life thing. You failed.”

“I know,” Joe nodded. “But there was no other way.”

“Telling your own son the truth may have been a good place to start,”

“I’m telling you now,” His stepfather said, nudging the file back toward him. “It’s all in there. The CIA’s plan to create an agent who’s untouchable. Unreachable. Invisible. Ultraviolet.”

“A minor,” Kai stated simply, not even bringing his eyes up from his hands.

“Yes,” His father replied. “Children can go places adults can’t. They can get out of situations adults never could. They can be untouchable.”

“Why me?” Kai questioned, picking at his fingernails for no apparent reason. “Why not someone else?”

“Because I could get you in the gray that way,” His father stated simply. “We could be in the same world.”

Kai looked down at his feet, whispering: “What if I don’t want to be in the same world?”

Joe Byrne said nothing.

Then he sighed. “I planned to propose the idea to you in the morning over a surprise breakfast, but it seems our plans got… shuffled. I have a first operation in mind for you that will be kicking off in a week, maybe less.”

“No,” Kai shook his head. “No, I don’t want to do it.”

“It will get you out of the country, and into a safe place,” Joe Byrne continued. “You already showed me you can handle yourself in intense situations.”

Kai looked down at his hands that were starting to shake again from the stress, the shock, the anger. “No. I want to stay here with you.”

“Staying here with me might just be the most dangerous place of them all,” His stepfather sighed, running a hand over his face. “There is another young agent. Fourteen, like you, working for British Intelligence; MI6. He’s going to go with you. His name is Alex Rider-”

“No!” Kai ordered loudly. “No, I’m not doing it. I just want to go somewhere safe, with Lionel, and I want to stay there, and I never want to see your face again.”

“I’m not asking you, Malachi!” Joe Byrne shouted, slapping one hand down on the desk to emphasize the word asking. Kai merely stared at him, his words hanging in the air like a thick fog. “The operation is investigating a summer camp in the Australian outback. Our friends in the UK are expecting you and you are going.”

His father produced another file from his drawer. On the front, it said: Alex Rider. He laid it atop the Operation: Ultraviolet file, and then grabbed another. This one had no name, but Kai assumed it was about whatever they thought was going on in Australia.

“Take them and go back to the lobby. Lionel is coming to get you. You’re flying out to London at eight -- MI6 will brief you there,” Joe Byrne ordered. “Good luck.”

Kai stared at him. “Dad…”

“Good luck, agent,” He said, sharper. “Dismissed.”

“Dad!”

“Dismissed!”

Kai stared into Joe Byrne’s dark brown eyes for a few moments more, but he never recognized them.

He rose from his chair with purposeful attitude, making the thing squeak onto the hardwood with a harsh noise. Kai swiped up the files and turned for the door. “I hate you.”

“What did you just say?” His father demanded, softly.

Kai didn’t even look back at him. He swung the door open and stepped out. “You heard me.”

And he closed the door behind him.

Maybe he wouldn’t have left that as the last thing he said to his father… if he’d have known what was going to happen in Australia.

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[meetmeatthecoda]

Halcyon by meetmeatthecoda Fandoms: The Blacklist (US TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Chapters: 7/7 (complete) Words: 117,335 Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Elizabeth Keen/Raymond Reddington, Elizabeth Keen, Raymond Reddington, Agnes Keen, Dembe Zuma, Harold Cooper, Charlene Cooper, Alina Park, Donald Ressler, Aram Mojtabai, various OCs, Lizzington - Freeform, Agnesgate, AU, post-8.22, Fix-it fic, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Angst, Lots of Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Suicidal Thoughts, briefly, in the start of chapter 3, and an equally brief discussion of them in chapter 5, some sexual content, Nothing too explicit, and last but not least, no Redarina, no relation at all ever between red & liz, obviously

Summary:

Halcyon - adjective:

denoting a period of time in the past that was idyllically happy and peaceful.

noun:

a tropical Asian and African kingfisher with brightly colored plumage.

a mythical bird said by ancient writers to breed in a nest floating at sea at the winter solstice, charming the wind and waves into calm.

origin:

from Greek alkuōn ‘kingfisher’ (also halkuōn, by association with hals ‘sea’ and kuōn ‘conceiving’).

An AU post-8.22 fix-it fic, wherein Liz survives her shooting - unbeknownst to everyone - & flees the country in an effort to protect those dear to her, living a solitary, lonely existence on a loch in Scotland & coping with the only outlet she has, a hobby begun as a coping mechanism during a traumatic childhood & kept since then as a closely-guarded secret: art.

“As with all things in her life, it was born from fire.”

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🎶 Playlist below the cut! 🎶

Meant To Be by Ber & Charlie Oriain

Rockland by Gracie Abrams

Walking On The Moon by Ruelle

graves by Purity Ring

32 Floors by Lapsley

Rolling Like a Ball by Ludovico Einaudi

Brush Fire by Gracie Abrams

Much Too Much by Lennon Stella

You Hold Me Up by The Bones of J.R. Jones

As The World Caves In by Matt Maltese (cover by Sarah Cothran)

Men On The Moon by Chelsea Cutler

you broke me first by Tate McRae

Games by Lennon Stella

Save Us by Lennon Stella

Takeaway by The Chainsmokers, ILLENIUM feat. Lennon Stella

Best by Gracie Abrams

Where do we go now? by Gracie Abrams

Amelie by Gracie Abrams

85mm by Ludovico Einaudi

ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine

Through the Eyes of a Child by AURORA

Edge of the Dark by Emmit Fenn

Blinded by Emmit Fenn

Memories by Emmit Fenn

Spectrum by Andrew Belle

I Can’t Believe I Had You by Emmit Fenn

Far from Here by Emmit Fenn

In Between Breaths by SYML

Two people by Gracie Abrams

[umbrellastraitor]

Sometimes I feel like this has been my whole life. Running. Killing. Alice J. Abernathy of Resident Evil. Independent, canon divergent, semi-selective, & OC friendly. Written by J.R.

[jphantasma]

Here's some more drawings from @wisteriasymphony

We've been messaging ideas for an au with our oc's and this is the result, Oberon and pavino being close friends

Once again wis your art is incredible

[jr-verse]

Lucy's Family

In my perspective.

[wanderingaroundwithmysoul]

I'm not one of those things. Rain Melendez Ocampo of Resident Evil + the Rain clones of Resident Evil: Retribution. Independent, canon divergent, non-selective, & OC friendly. Written by J.R.

[crashandswirl]

I'll take care of it myself. Jill Valentine of the Resident Evil films + other muses. Independent, canon divergent, semi-selective, OC & crossover friendly. Written by J.R.

[autobot2001]

Aftermath

Author: Autobot2001 Henre: Fanfiction Fandom: The Legned of Korra Rating: T Warning: None Pairing: None Description: Jadin betrays Jamie, Jayce, and J.R. Vowes to hunt down Jamie and kill her. Continued from Angstpril 2024 day 28.

@chaos-company's angstpril: "I trusted you." @whumprilL threat @aprilisthecruelestmonth: hunted

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Jadin smiles, seeing the exposed electrical wires. She shoves Jamie towards them, electrocuting Jamie. She falls to the ground.

“Shit, Jayce, do you sense that?” J.R. asks, worried “Shit.” The two girls hurry toward Jamie and J.R., confusing the rest of Team Avatar. They follow the two women.

Everyone sees Jamie lying on the ground, seriously injured. Jadin lies twenty feet from her. Her injuries are minor. Her smile reflects her satisfaction with Jamie’s condition. Everyone knows she’s the reason Jamie is seriously injured. “I trusted you! We trusted you! You were our friend!” Jayce argues. Jadin stands up, her smile still present. “I will hunt you down, Jamie. I will kill you in every dimension you go to,” Jadin threatens and opens a portal. The others watch Jadin walk through the portal. “She stole Jamie’s technology,” J.R. says. “This isn’t good,” Tenzin says as he sits on his knees beside Jamie and sees how injured Jamie is. Everyone sees her body covered in blood. All suspect she has multiple deep wounds. “I don’t care that she’ll be ok in her dimension!” Bolin panics. “We have to do something!”

[unclaimedsong]

Chibi of my oc Vargo who is the partner of Juniper from the game Fields of Mistria. I like it the most of the three I managed to work on. It was definitely the funner of the three and where I got really into doing lineart. I drew him on stream over on Twitch @unclaimed_song just like with J.R. before him.