#OC: James Kennedy

[starliight-whump]

Mercy

Augustsnippets day 10: execution/fake execution/begging for mercy

a little late, oops!

contains: torture, captivity, sadistic whumper, begging for mercy

“Please stop, please!” James screamed and tugged at his restraints in pure panic. “Plea– ahh!” His next attempt of begging turned into a bloodcurdling scream as Harrison dug the knife into his skin again. The cut stung and burned, adding to the jarring mix of pain. James quickly ran out of air and he took a gasping breath, which quickly turned into sobbing while Harrison watched, an amused, sadistic twinkle in his eyes and the blood covered blade in hand.

“Please,” James sobbed again. “Please, no m- more. Just ha- have some mercy.” He begged desperately, but Harrison just chuckled. 

“Mercy? Where's the fun in that?”

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[mirasmirages]

Scars (part 1)

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Has: bar setting, panic attack

James and his family belongs to @starliight-whump

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"I'm sorry, I really need to go to the bathroom. Will you be okay, or …"

"I'll be fine." James hoped his smile looked reassuring rather than strained. "Go."

"I'll be right back."

James held onto his glass with both hands as he watched his sister walk across the room, her dark curls bouncing past her shoulders.

When they arrived, it had still been early in the evening. The bar had been sparsely crowded, easy enough to keep track of. But now, the bar was filling up, and James hadn't realized how much until Julia was gone. He stared down at his water and counted his breaths as he waited for her to return.

"Is this seat taken?"

James startled when a man slid in next to him. He was wearing a sheer black top under a leather jacket, black smudged eyeliner, and several piercings in his ears and left eyebrow.

"Um," James said, his mouth dry. Once upon a time that might have been because he wanted the interaction to go well, to lead somewhere. Now, it was nothing but fear.

"Can I buy you a drink?" the man asked, gesturing to James's glass. "After you finish that one?"

No. James was not going to take a drink from a stranger and he was not going to finish this one. He was going to wait for Julia to come back, and then they were going to leave.

The man frowned. "Are you okay?"

James saw the hand move out of the corner of his eye, and pushed to his feet. He had to leave.

He took two steps before he was stopped by a wall of bodies. He couldn't push through. He couldn't get out. He stood there, paralyzed, and then he felt an arm behind his back.

"Come on," the man said, and started leading James through the crowd.

Where were they going? James couldn't think straight, couldn't stop or protest. Julia wouldn't know where he was. His phone was in his jacket - which he had left at the table. How could he be so stupid? And now he had no way to let anyone know what was happening. And he was just letting it happen, going where this man guided him without even trying to get away. He deserved it, whatever happened tonight. It was his own fault, for not fighting back. For going out in the first place.

A door opened and cool air hit his face. A line had formed outside the bar, and James should ask the bouncer for help.

"Come on," the man said, taking James a few steps away from the line. "Are you okay? What's your name?"

James tried to speak, but he couldn't make a sound around the lump of fear in his throat.

"Here," the man said, and shoved James's jacket into his hands. James hadn't even noticed him taking it. "Do you have a phone? Someone to call?"

James managed a nod. He had to call Julia. But his hands were shaking, and the man was standing so close, he couldn't make himself move.

"Is everything okay?" a new voice said. A woman. James jerked his face to the side to see a short woman with pink hair and a black dress coming toward them.

The man nodded. "Just a lot of people in there," he said, and turned back to James. "Look, this is Hanae, she's my least scary friend. Do you want her to stay with you while you call someone? I can go back inside, but I don't think you should be alone right now."

Hanae did look less scary than the man. James managed a nod, and she came to stand with him while the man went back inside. James's hands still shook, but he managed to open his phone and call Julia on speed dial, begging her to take him home.

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[pwrsassy]

gifset — THE SIREN SONG

only on wattpad —PWRSASSY

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[coloradohqconnections]

VINCE GAGLIARDI (MILO VENTIMIGLIA) is looking for THEIR EX THEY STILL HAVE FEELINGS FOR. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of JAMES RODAY RODRIGUEZ, CONRAD RICAMORA, JESSE WILLIAMS, SANTIAGO CABRERA,  EMMANUELLE CHRIQUI, JAMIE CLAYTON, MAGGIE Q, JESSICA PARKER KENNEDY, ANY FC 38ISH+, but you must reach out to DADIISM to find out more! (vince moved to denver 13 years ago with his wife at the time, she left him/they got divorced shortly after their second son was born. vince is a single dad of three (matteo, 8, rafael 6, and gia, 1). this ex would be someone he dated within the last year after gia’s mother passed away. how recent in the past year we can discuss. they would’ve broken up because vince wasn’t ready to date yet, but he definitely still cares about them/has feelings for them. whether they feel the same can be utp. I would love something angsty/feelsy tbh and I’m open to something romantic developing again if it feels right!)

[fuck-you-jack]

did the black sails writers wins some awards and if not uh why. the acting too. fantastic. whoever picked out jack rackham's little gay slutty outfits <3 whoever was like "this show needs two throuples at least ". the person that decided charles vane should always be shirt off chest oiled. specifically whoever read Treasure Island and was like "what if long john silver because a pirate because he was super horny for my pirate oc let's call him james flint". the music people. jessica parker kennedy, clara paget

[roseboysstuff]

All the stuff you need to know :

My name is Teddy. I’m 21 with he/they pronouns. I’ll only write x male and x ftm reader. Fem-aligned can interact but don’t comment or ask for x female content. I write smut for ftm readers, which will include the words 'pussy' and 'cunt' for genitals. Fight me I don't care. Requests are open! Just send me an ask! Dark content like yandere or incest may be ahead. I got inspired by a mutual of mine who’s account got terminated to write my own drabbles.

Feel free to express your horny thoughts in my ask box, I'm always itching for new ideas, and I like being horny about fictional men

My masterlist

I am @ftm-fox-prince this is just where I write fanfic drabbles

My character list is below, may add or delete based on my preferences

Pokemon

- Arven, steven stone, guzma

Voltron

- Keith, Shiro, James, Lance, Lotor

Greek mythology, actual mythology not the hades game

- Hades, Achilles, Patroclus, Hermes, Apollo

FNAF movie

-Mike Schmidt, William Afton

COD

-Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish, John Price, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Random

- Leon kennedy, Anakin Skywalker, Fire lord Zuko -Also, if you have an idea for an OC that you want me to right, then ask away! I love writing for general character archetypes

I write :

- male/ftm reader

- incest

- quite a few kinks just ask

Both sfw and nsfw

[evita-shelby]

Paper fucking Moon

Or this au where John Egan is stringing along both my oc, Diane from my peaky blinders/masters of the air crossover and @precious-little-scoundrel 's Lana Tierney/Julie Jean Turner from her series, Dear John.

I am afraid i might make you guys hate John for this one shot sorry

Cw: cheating, irresponsible drinking, mentions of a hangover. Slight bashing of eurocentrinc beauty standards and some internalized racism

(A/n: Jack Nelson is the character James Frecheville (Bill Veal)plays in Peaky Blinders who is based off on Joseph P Kennedy sr and in this universe is him)

“Oh, come on, let me see! I let you read my last letter to Janey Dogs, Bucky.” The dark-haired girl somehow managed to wrest the letter from his hands. She had managed to read a name, Jean, before Bucky swiped it out of her hands.

She had gotten it back, making use of her smaller size against his giant frame as they tried not to tumble out of his bed and onto the floor. The witch had read it then, in its entirety and felt her heart break in a way it hadn’t done before.

Diane has always had the misfortune of falling hard and fast for someone. From her best friend since she was five, Oswald Mosely, Britain's leading facsist’s son ---who hated his dad’s ideology fiercely--- one summer, a girl she met during her time at Oxford, Tom Bennett in Manchester in 1939 and now John Egan from Wisconsin.

It always ends badly; Di has never been lucky when it comes to love.

Especially something that hadn’t been intended as serious. Only a paper moon, she reminds herself.

A paper fucking moon, she confirms when she reads the salacious letter to Julie Jean Turner, alias Lana Tierney, who is the perfect white girl with blonde hair, big tits and two blue eyes. As always Diane’s unconventional looks and mixed blood pales against the quintessential white woman.

“So, I’m only here to pass the time then?” she doesn’t mean to sound hurt by the things she read in the letter to Julie Jean Turner, but she does because once again Di had been fucked over by her stupid heart. “Women now, as beautiful and charming and smart as they are, they do just to pass the time, but you are different.”

Same shit he’d said to her when it stopped feeling like just fooling around and he started to believe what she saw in the cards. When they sang Paper Moons together before Regensburg and he came back with the moon locket just as she had said he would.

“Di, I’m sorry, I —” he can’t seem to even find the words to justify or even explain himself as the nurse hastily dressed and left before he could stop her.

“Only a paper fucking moon, isn’t it?” she’s never felt more pathetic in her life as she resolves to forget John fucking Egan while pretending she is stronger than she looks. “Fuck me for thinking this was gonna be different. Fuck me for thinking you loved me.”

And what better to get over a guy by getting absolutely hammered and under his single friend.

Bill Veal looked like Jack Nelson in his younger years, back when he was merely a gangster businessman and not the American Ambassador to England. Di did always find Jack hot when she was a teenager and Veal was too good of a man to hurt her. He is nearly always of Egan’s left at the pub and would make it very uncomfortable for her now ex-fling.

Doesn’t work as she had hoped, between the sexy little number she sings and the drinks, she finds herself stabbing at Egan however she can until he confronts her outside of it. Bill knew better than to get caught up in their shit and turned her down but not before saying he wouldn’t do that to Bucky.

She’d sought out another, some nameless soldier who’s gonna die before the week is over, and John had pulled the boy off her by the scruff of his neck as if the man had any right to her anymore.

“Mhmm, angry aren’t you, daddy?” she stands on her tiptoes as if to kiss him, she hates him and herself and even that sad little twat across the sea. “Angry your little fuck toy found out she was just that, your dirty secret who can’t satisfy you like the fantasy of a white girl can?”

Because that was what hurt more, that when he had her, living, breathing and real beside him, he was writing this stranger who he’d only seen once and getting off dreaming of her. It fucking sickened her to know he had been lying to her since the beginning.

“You weren’t a toy to me; I should’ve been upfront with you sooner and her as well. Shouldn’t have led her on, never should’ve written that letter before I left for Regensburg, Di.” At least he knew he had fucked it all up.

He looks sorry, she knows he feels sorry too, but she can’t forgive him. Why forgive him when she won’t ever trust him again?

“I loved you; you know. And you weren’t man enough to tell me the fucking truth!” she shouts at him, tosses the locket in her pocket at him and leaves like the pathetic little girl she feels.

Diane is glad she won’t remember this tomorrow; sure she might as well kiss her job goodbye but at least she isn’t John’s stupid gypsy girl who was the last to know he had someone else.

But she can’t sleep, she’s tired of crying, of thinking about how much she hates everyone now.

The latest in her string of bad decisions tonight brings her to her little locker where her stationary is. Not the normal one for friends and family, but the one with her dad’s company that styles her as Miss Diane E. Shelby of Shelby Co. for when she writes to the Princess of Wales as her loyal pen pal.

The last Di remembers doing is writing:

“Dear Miss Julie Jean Turner…”

And now reading the botched drafts of the letter she tried to write, she is glad she never finished it.

She had gone off about how she met and started her relationship with John, how Winston fucking Churchill got her the post here, how she knows Tierney’s life is shit with lurid detail, and worse the two Buck special a few weeks ago.

These are all the words of a drunk and hurt pathetic girl who’s insecure about her looks, height, lack of breasts and having mismatched eyes. Its barely legible, her drunk self isn’t the damnably charming and classy daughter of a Member of Parliament who went to Oxford.

It's a good thing she didn’t write it all, by the looks of it. The address on the ruined envelope said Arrow House, the young witch wouldn’t hear the end of it if there had been a reply sent to her parents before it got to her.

“Sent your letters to the post before you woke up, the matron in charge wants to speak with you.” The nurse who sleeps next to her handed her a glass of water and aspirin as Diane shuts her eyes as her hangover is worsened by a fucking vision.

Usually, she can get those under control, keep them from affecting her so much, but this one of Lana fucking Tierney receiving a messy letter addressed to her by Miss Diane Shelby of Arrow House, Warwickshire has her tossing her head into her hands as she retched in a bucket by her bed.

What had she done?

What had she written?

“Oh, fuck. Oh, God, what the fuck did I write in it?”

Dear Miss Julie Jean Turner,

Do not worry I will not reveal your true name nor the nature of your letters to John, I am not like that no matter how much I wish I was. I could ruin your career and life but the torrid abuse your mother and hollywood dole out to you is something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemies. Hell I think you might thank me if I tanked your career now before it drains you of life.

It might surprise you to hear why I write to you, but I am sure you already know about the other girl our good major has strung along while writing to you. I was one of such girls he told she was the only one. Different from the rest, all that bullshit he tells you too.

I loved him, I am sure you do to, but it was all a paper fucking moon in a cardboard sky. I knew sex was all he wanted that night, and yet I fell for him, just as you did in his letters. Thought he was different, that maybe he felt like I did because that is what he told me to mu fucking face when he said it should’ve been a ring and not a locket.

But it fucking wasn’t, because he writes to you about all the filthy things he wants to do to you while not even bothering to say its not many girls. That it was one girl singular who he's been with since mere days after sending you that first letter. Before you ask, he didn’t tell me, I know this shit and so much more because God fucking cursed me with visions that didn’t tell me about you.

But of course, no man can resist you. You who are deemed perfect with your big teats, your blonde hair and perfect white skin, meanwhile me with my meager breasts, different colored eyes and tan skin am deemed nothing special, a toy for him to pass the time. As if I already wasn’t singled out for my foreign mother and romani father.

I let him fulfill his fantasy of fucking me and Buck for his birthday, did he tell you that? Did he ever tell you how he liked it when I wore the fleece for him, how he brought me back a locket from Algeria because he claimed he was falling in love with me? Does he tell you how I held him together and let him cry his heart out after missions that go badly? Does he tell you that Paper Moon is our song because we sang it together the first night and now it’s on my picture he takes with himself on his missions?

He sure as hell didn’t tell me he hides yours in his boot, that he gets off to the idea of you despite having me by him. He wasn’t man enough to tell either of us the truth, and here I am writing to you to tell you he’s not the vulgar charming yank we thought he was.

This whole experience has me relieved there is a whole ocean and social hierarchy that won’t have us cross paths anytime soon. So sorry for ruining the image you have of Egan, fuck knows you have very little going for you, but unlike him I at least have the balls to tell you the truth.

You can have him if you want, Miss Turner, he’d be a step up from the current men you have now.

I don’t forgive infidelity, but I don’t know of you are of the same mind.

So terribly sorry for this, I have drunk enough to kill a horse to nurse my broken heart and no longer give a shit about anything.

Yours truly,

Diane Elizabeth Shelby, alias Lady Di

P.S. feel free to tell Marjorie Spencer her fiancé is a lying hypocrite who covered for Bucky this entire time.

P.P.S. if you want to be free of shackles, I know a few people on your side of the pond who can help you with that.

[wexhappyxfew]

i'm taking prompts - again haha

i had SO MUCH FUN with taking prompts last time for the Silver Bullets girls (MOTA), that i can't help but do it again - especially now that we have some relationships more fleshed out too (and a better introduction to other OCs and such hehe) SO, please feel free to send in a prompt and an OC or OC/canon character pairing of your choice!!! pairings sent in also don't have to be with the romantic pairing below - it can be platonic, or against a foil too! pairings can also be two SB girls, or just one of the SB girls too!!! feel free to mix and match!! it's all about the fun and the vibes! <3 (things can happily be sent on anon too if you’re not comfortable 🫶✨)

Silver Bullets girls are linked here !!!!

-> interested in pairings? just below!

Annie Bradshaw x John Brady

Kennedy Farley x Bucky Egan

Judy Rybinski x Rosie Rosenthal

Carrie Achterberg x James Douglass

Margie Harlowe x Benny DeMarco

Bessie Carlisle x Thomas McKenzie

and here are the prompts i'm looking into as well!! <3 please feel free!!! these get me going *BIG TIME* and are so much fun, more than anything. thank you all for the love and support and for taking the time to look into the Silver Bullets girls - seriously, you've made my heart so warm and it has helped me through more than you can imagine :) (we're definitely going more angsty with some of these, but i eat it up every time so hehe!)

seeking out physical affection

dialogue assortment

lack of sleep starters

protective sentence starters

[montied]

Omg pleaseee tell me about your ocs, listening to people talk about their characters is my fave thing ever

AH hiiii

so. theres uhhh... lots. too many. nevermind its only like. nine. its perhaps an issue. whatever.

SO there is:

Francis

Yvonne

Irene

Anne

Robert

James

Audrey

Vivian

Nelson

I'll just do three main things about each of them so i'm not here for literally ever

Francis (last name is either Harcourt or Beaufort. i'm indecisive)

killed her husband because honestly he sucked

catches the tram which yvonne is often working on to her job at the ford factory

basically kidnapped as a child bc she's indigenous and that was the government's "strategy". that's a whole thing.

Yvonne Kennedy

tram conductress

about as normal as trams as i am about trains

she's chill unless you commit fare evasion. in which case she is Significantly Less Chill. this is partly due to not wanting to lose her job and partly due to her stringent following of rules

Sergeant Irene Lau (my belovedddd)

flight rigger with the waaaf

basically every new acw is terrified of her. not for any logical reason tbh. shes just strict.

the sort of person to get incredibly excited every time she sees a plane (despite literally working on an air base)

Anne Lau

Irene's 14-y/o sister

wants to be a journalist so badly

thinks vivian is So Cool and will do anything to help her

Robert

american marine currently stationed in australia

himbo, but you didnt hear that from me

he and nelson are very good friends

James

ran away from home to trans his gender. as you do

"helps out at the docks" allegedly. no-one has proof of this. what does helping out even entail.

weirdly mysterious + one of the only sensible ones here. well. occasionally.

Audrey!!!!!!!!

i love her but her character is literally entirely based off of vibes atm

loves a good trenchcoat (or a bad trenchcoat. any trenchcoat. hell, any coat)

Vivian Boivin

seems like she should be in a hollywood film.

doesnt have a "proper war job" because her parents think its not Ladylike. she is very salty about this. so she volunteers at the usmc canteen as a civilian and helps out on the same farm nelson works at despite not being meant to do either of these things. like. probably legally.

to describe her in one word? glamorous

Nelson (or Nellie or Addie, depending on who you ask)

land girl. part of the awla.

her family Has Money but differently to vivian's and irene + anne's. her father did Inventing and eventually that went well for him

chaotic mess tbh

anyway thank you for asking and uhh sorry for the really long reply lmao

also @dilfsuzanneyk here you go :3

[upontherisers]

oc fancam tag

Rules: Pick 5 songs you think would be used for fancam videos if your OC was canon and tag 5 people.

tagged by @latibvles, tagging @shoshiwrites, @mercurygray, @loveduringthewar, @basilone, @ktredshoes, @softspeirs and anyone else who'd like to do it!

i got overexcited and came up with songs for five OCs from straighten up and fly right as well as meet 'em in the skies

pilots & friends

mahalia summerton - 7 rings by ariana grande, specifically "girls with tattoos who like gettin' in trouble"

hazel keene - work song by hozier. (it's an edit from jack's pov but about hazel)

isadora montgomery - falling behind by laufey. there's another world in which her and rosie's romance is a romcom and this is THEE romcom song

bobbie chambers (fic is coming for her i promise) - pretty hurts by beyonce (oh no did someone convince themselves that the brain and body are separate and that their emotions don't matter. oh no.)

lola rosales mooreland (fic is coming for her i promise pt. 2) - good legs by jensen mcrae. she's very tall. has GREAT legs.

paratroopers

georgie webster - jackie onassis by sammy rae and the friends. georgie is literally a mean girl from an early 2000s movie and she was definitely someone's queer awakening.

mattie james - linger by the cranberries but specifically the lake street dive cover (as established in the poet laureate au) (also rhiannon by fleetwood mac)

frankie wilson - use somebody by kings of leon. she has been roaming around and looking down! she could use somebody and does!

anita kennedy matthews - at last by etta james (it's an anita + alex edit. people are screaming, crying, throwing up in the comments)

coretta bailey - amsterdam by gregory alan isakov, "she's easy on the eyes"

thank you for the tag, poet! this was really fun!

[starliight-whump]

Stitches

Augustofwhump day 22: stitches / robbery / insects

James is forced to stitch the cuts on his own again, but the extent of the damage yo his hands is starting to become apparent.

contains: aftermath of torture, stitching of wounds, nerve damage.

“Come on, James. You really should do it. You're better at this than me, it’s part of your job, after all.” Harrison smirked and leaned back in his chair as he watched him.

This was very different from his job, much more difficult than his job but James didn't argue, instead he looked down at the needle. All the pain, especially the stinging pain from the fresh cuts made it incredibly hard to focus, James really wanted to just pass out so he didn't have to feel all of it. With a shaky breath James tried to pick up the needle but his hands trembled so badly that it was really difficult, and the partial numbness in his fingers didn't help. James let out a frustrated groan and tried again. Eventually he managed to get the needle up but that was just the first part, no matter how hard he tried to keep his hands steady they just wouldn't stop shaking. Even though he had noticed it before James hadn't realized just how serious it was and that caused a sinking feeling to settle heavily in his chest.

“I- I can't do it.” James stammered with tears in his eyes, afraid that it would make Harrison angry. His captor often didn't take kindly to not doing as he was told.

Harrison rolled his eyes. “Just calm down, take a few deep breaths and try to get your hands to stop shaking.

James shook his head. If only it was that easy… It wouldn't have been the first time his hands were shaking from fear, but that wasn't what this was; James knew that. The numbness and that prickling in his fingers that wouldn't go away proved as much. It wasn't something he wanted to tell Harrison, but lying would be worse. “It's not that, I-... Something’s wrong.”

Realization seemed to flicker in Harrison’s eyes and a smirk settled in his lips. “Oh, is it? Well, I guess I’ll have to do it, and then we’ll examine this further.” James hated how pleased Harrison sounded and all he could do was to look away and try not to scream at the pain as Harrison dug the needle into his skin and stitched the cut together.

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[mirasmirages]

Scars (part 8)

first previous masterlist

Has: platonic co-sleeping, texting, pizza, nightmares, scar reveal, torture mention, trial mention, fluff

James and his family belongs to @starliight-whump

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James awoke after a night with no nightmares to find Henry climbing over him to get out of his bed.

"Hey," Henry said when their eyes met. "You're awake. I'm sorry I'm leaving, I have to get to work. Do you want me to come back later?"

James nodded, not yet fully awake. He stayed in bed for a while after Henry left, staring at the ceiling, taking in just how calm he felt. When was the last time he had slept like that?

He sat up and found his phone that he had turned off however many days ago. When he tried to turn it on it was out of power, so he plugged it in and waited for it to power up. When it did, the screen filled with missed calls from Julia, and messages from Henry.

Good morning :-)

Someone brought a service dog to the library today! A very good boy!

We got another penguin book today :-)

A picture of the penguin book.

Is everything okay?

Let me know if I'm bothering you.

I'm getting a bit worried. Did something happen?

Did I do something?

Met this little guy on my way to work.

A picture of a grey tabby cat.

Seriously, James, are you okay?

I'll give you some space if that's what you need.

Please text me so I know you're alive.

Henry had really worried about him. It made him feel guilty that he hadn't even taken the time to look at his phone.

Sorry, he texted.

It only took a minute for Henry to reply.

No worries! Thanks for talking to me.

James typed out several replies and deleted them before settling on a simple, Thank you.

-

Taking advantage of this unusual calm, James took a shower and washed his hair, shaved, and brushed his teeth for the first time in too long. It made him cringe to think how bad his breath must have been when Henry was there.

He went downstairs to find his mom in the kitchen, cleaning up after breakfast.

"James! You're up!"

She opened her arms in offer, and he let her give him a hug.

"You need to eat, sweetie. What do you want?"

James didn't really feel like eating, but he asked for cereal to make his mom happy. She sat at the table with him, looking hopeful and worried in equal amounts. He stirred his cereal with the spoon.

"Um, Mom?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Can we call the lawyer? I have to ask something."

Mom texted the lawyer, who called them not long after for a fifteen minute chat. At the end of it, James was exhausted, but less worried about the trial. The lawyer had promised Harrison wouldn't be there, and said James could record most of his testimony beforehand, so he would barely have to talk in front of people. It was still a lot, that he would have to talk through everything on video, but nowhere near as bad as if he'd had to do it in front of people, especially in front of Harrison.

He went back to bed after the call ended and stared at the wall for a few hours.

-

There was a knock on the door, and before James could answer, Henry let himself in. He was holding a pizza box in his hands.

"Hey," he said, and did a double take at James's cleaner appearance. "Wow, you look nice. I thought you might be hungry, so I brought food."

James sat up, and Henry placed the box between them on the bed and opened it.

"Does this count as more or less adult than frozen pizza?" James asked, taking a slice after Henry did.

"More," Henry said. "You need adult money to pay for takeout."

"I'm pretty sure you can buy a pizza with kid money too."

Henry shrugged. "Depends on the kid, I guess."

They ate together--Henry ate half a pizza and James managed two slices--and as it got late, James started worrying that Henry would leave. Would it be too much to ask him to stay over again? It would. But … he did say he wanted to help.

"Could you … could you stay? Tonight?"

"Of course I'll stay." Henry didn't even hesitate. "Just tonight? Or should I think about bringing a toothbrush and some extra clothes next time?"

James blushed. "Um. It's just … I didn't have any nightmares. Last night. It helped. You don't have to, if--"

"I'm not making fun of you," Henry said. "I'm happy to stay. I just like to be able to brush my teeth in the morning."

"I think we have extra toothbrushes."

-

When Henry came back the next day, he brought a bag with clothes and toiletries, and for the next few weeks, he was always there when James went to bed. Sometimes they spent the day together, and sometimes Henry was gone until the evening, but he always made sure to be there when James went to sleep and when he woke up.

James started going to therapy again, and gradually he spent more time out of bed. His nightmares weren't completely gone, but diminished enough that he usually woke up feeling like he had gotten some rest. The exception was the week he recorded his testimony, when he woke up every night kicking and screaming, trying to climb out of a too deep grave while Harrison filled it with dirt, trying to break out of the coffin, trying to get away while Harrison broke his bones and cut his skin and burned him.

"James."

"No, no, please! No more, stop, please!" James twisted, trying to break loose from the ropes holding him.

"James! Wake up, you're home!"

James flinched when the room filled with light, and squinted in confusion as the room turned out to be his bedroom, and not Harrison's basement. The person talking to him wasn't Harrison, it was Henry.

He didn't let Henry touch him at first, just sat on the edge of the bed staring at his shaking hands while he tried to remember how to breathe.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Henry asked.

James shook his head. He closed his hand around the point on his right arm where, under his clothes, Harrison's initials were burned into his skin. He didn't know if he could talk about it. There was too much to tell. Henry hadn't even seen his scars, always hidden under long sleeves and high necklines.

After a while, the shaking calmed, and Henry was able to sit next to him and put an arm around his shoulders. James leaned against him, letting himself feel safe and protected.

"Can I show you?" The thought was out of his mouth before he could decide if it was a good idea or not.

"If you want."

Without giving himself time to change his mind, James pulled off his sweater. He could feel Henry go tense beside him, could hear the quiet gasp.

"James--"

"He liked knives." James ran his fingers over the scars covering his chest. "They were his favorite. He kept comparing it to me being a surgeon operating on people." He turned his arm so Henry could see the brand. "This is where he burned his initials, so everyone who saw it would--would know who I belonged to. And these," he pointed to the dark scars ringing his wrists, "are from when he decided to destroy my hands. He would tie them up too tight for hours, and then he made me play the piano, to see how much less I was able to do with each time. He broke my fingers too, but that didn't scar." He had scars on his back, too, but didn't point them out. Henry could see them well enough on his own. "A lot of it didn't leave scars." He didn't look at Henry. Wasn't sure he could handle seeing the pity on Henry's face.

"Shit, James." Henry moved as if he was going to touch James, but then thought better of it. He pulled up his own sleeve instead. "It's not the same, but … I started getting my tattoos to cover these." He showed James a series of small, puckered marks on his underarm. "My dad used to put out cigarettes on me when he was drunk. I kept doing it myself too, just so I could pretend it was no big deal."

James glanced up to meet Henry's eyes, then reached out to run his fingers over the colorful skin. The scars were old and faded, and with the limited sensation in his fingers, James could barely feel them at all. It made him angry to think of someone doing that to Henry. "How old were you?"

"Ten," Henry said. "At least I think that's when it started, after my mom died. He kept doing it until I came out at eighteen, and he threw me out."

Eight years. James had only had to get through one month. And when it was over, he had his entire family to take care of him. "That's horrible," he said.

Henry shrugged. "It was a long time ago. I didn't mean to make this about me, just that, you know. You choose what happens from here." He looked at the brand on James's arm. "It's your body, not his. You don't have to keep them like that if you don't want to."

James hadn't really thought about covering his scars in other ways than clothes. It wasn't as if a tattoo could hide the massive amount of scars he had. Laser treatments were an option, but again, he was covered in them. It was too much to ever get rid of completely. Still, doing something about the brand with Harrison's initials wouldn't be a bad idea. He didn't belong to him, so he shouldn't have a mark saying he did.

"Did it hurt?"

"Getting the tattoos? Yeah," Henry said, pulling his sleeve back down. "But it was worth it."

-

Henry came with him on the day of the trial, along with Julia and James's parents. They waited outside the courtroom until the videos were done playing, and then they went in, so James could tell the jury about his lasting injuries, and how he was unlikely to ever recover enough to go back to his job.

It went better than he had expected, and while he was a bit shaky at the end, he didn't feel the need to spend the rest of the day in bed. They wouldn't know the result of the trial for a few days yet, but the lawyer was confident Harrison would be found guilty.

That night before they went to bed, James took Henry's hand.

"Thank you for being here," he said. "I don't know how I would have managed without you these past few weeks."

Henry smiled. "I think you would've found a way even if I wasn't," he said. "You're stronger than you think. But I'm glad you chose to let it be me."

"Can I ask why? I mean … you have to have better things to spend your time on, right?"

"Because you're cute."

James's eyes flew to Henry's, surprised by such an open admission.

"I mean, that's not why I stayed. We're friends, and I like to help my friends. But at first? You were cute, and I had fun texting you, and I haven't figured out how to meet people without alcohol being involved."

"Oh," James said, not sure how to respond. Henry thought he was cute. And he thought Henry was … cute wasn't quite the right word for it. Hot, more like it. Fascinating, funny and attractive, and he made James feel safe in a way no one else did. "I … huh."

"Don't worry, I'm not trying to pressure you into anything. I'm happy staying as friends with platonic benefits, if that's what you want."

What did he want? James's eyes flitted around Henry's face, down to his lips, back up to his eyes. It felt like forever ago that he decided he wanted to do something about his crush, before the letter came and the trial took over his life. Now that the trial was over, he might actually be able to think about other things going forward. And Henry was very nice to think about.

"I think … that's not what I want," he said, testing out the truth of it as he spoke. "I like you. Like that. But … maybe we can take it slow?"

"Yeah?" The look on Henry's face was a mix of hopeful and happy that James had never seen before. "How slow are we talking?"

"Um … is it okay if we keep doing what we've been doing? For a while longer?"

"Yeah," Henry said. "Of course." He threw an arm around James's shoulders and pulled him close.

James closed his eyes and soaked in Henry's warmth, that solid body and unquestioning acceptance. Henry nuzzled his face against James's hair.

"Not that I mind waiting," Henry said after a minute, his voice almost too-casual. "But how long, do you think, before I get to kiss you?"

"Oh." James looked up. He didn't mind the thought of that at all. "I think … kissing is okay."

Henry's face broke into a grin. He cupped James's cheek in his hand "Yeah?"

James couldn't help but smile too. "Yeah."

[ao3feed-jonmartin]

miss muffet can eat my worms

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/s7fz4lN by Vi0letta_lma0 magnus archives group chat fic but me edition or: problems are solved through open communication and braincells rescued from the lost-and-found or: season 1 au where jane prentiss decides instead of terrorising martin, she wants to ruin elias' scheming. this leads to Problems. Words: 2820, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast), The Mechanisms (Band) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Multi, Other Characters: Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus, Martin Blackwood, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Danny Stoker, Jane Prentiss, Jude Perry, Michael "Mike" Crew, Michael | The Distortion (The Magnus Archives), Gerard Keay, Peter Lukas, Sasha James, Basira Hussain, Jordan Kennedy, Alice "Daisy" Tonner, The Mechanisms Ensemble, Lyfrassir Edda, Oliver Banks, Graham Folger, Not-Them (The Magnus Archives), Nikola Orsinov, why are there so many people here Relationships: Sasha James/Jane Prentiss, Lyfrassir Edda/Marius von Raum, Raphaella la Cognizi/Lyfrassir Edda, Raphaella la Cognizi/Marius von Raum, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus/Peter Lukas Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It, canon divergent braincell usage, The Mechanisms Were Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist's College | University Band, Nikola Orsinov is the Toy Soldier (The Mechanisms), Eldritch Lyfrassir Edda, Lyfrassir Edda Joins the Mechanisms, Basira Hussain is Ashes O'Reilly, Jordan Kennedy is Gunpowder Tim, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist is Jonny d'Ville, Serial Divorcees Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus/Peter Lukas, Manipulative Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus, The Magnus Archives Season 1, Danny Stoker Lives, Stranger Avatar Danny Stoker, Everyone is a Fear Entity Avatar (The Magnus Archives), Chatting & Messaging, Texting, this is a chat fic, the mechanisms actors are my ocs hush, I'm Bad At Tagging, End Avatar Gerard Keay, He/Him Pronouns For Ivy Alexandria (The Mechanisms), i prommy the mechanisms are actually involved it just takes a bit read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/s7fz4lN

[faun-the-fawn77]

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Boundaries for what I will and will not write!

Will Do:

Smut

Angst

Fluff

Hurt/comfort

Sometimes dabble in SH/sewerslide

Character x reader

Character x OC

Will try to write for all genders

Pregnancy

Won't Do:

SA/Rape

Pedophilia

Scat/piss kink

Abuse

Threesomes(It just confuses me honestly)

Honestly just the most horrid things you could think of and I won't do

Fandoms That I Write For:

✞Hazbin Hotel✞

-Alastor

-Lucifer

-Adam

-Angel Dust

-Husk

-Vox

☠︎︎Helluva Boss☠︎︎

-Stolas

-Striker

-Blitzo

-Loona

-Fizzarolli

𓆸Harry Potter𓆸

-Draco Malfoy

-James Potter

-Sirius Black

-Remus Lupin

-Tom Riddle

✿LOTR/The Hobbit✿

-Legolas

-Thranduil

-Thorin

꧁Jujutsu Kaisen꧂

-Gojo Satoru

-Geto Suguru

-Toji Fushiguro

-Sukuna Ryoumen

✵Stranger Things✵

-Eddie Munson

-Steve Harrington

-Robin Buckley

-Billy Hargrove

𓆩𓆪Supernatural𓆩𓆪

-Dean Winchester

-Castiel

-Sam Winchester

-Gabriel

❦The Walking Dead❦

-Daryl Dixon

-Rick Grimes

-Negan Smith

⚔︎Demon Slayor⚔︎

-Rengoku Kyojuro

-Shinazugawa Sanemi

-Uzui Tengen

✧My Hero Academia✧

-Aizawa Shouta

-Dabi/Todoroki Touya

-Todoroki Shouto

-Bakugou Katsuki

-Hawks/Keigo Takami

֎MISC֎

-Zuko(ATLA)

-Joel Miller(TLOU)

-Buggy(OPLA)

-Leon Kennedy

-Jake Seresin

-Bradley Bradshaw

-Soldier Boy(The Boys)

About Me:

My name is Faun:) pronounced like the baby deer.

I'm in my early 20's

I'm a self taught artist!

I live in Alaska! Fun fact: It's a place that one of the brothers from Brother Bear was named after

My fav colours are cerulean blue and moss green

I have a black cat and his name is Enoki!

My fav food is halibut!

Boba is my go-to drink

I'm in a lot of fandoms(might write for them in the future)

I have seven piercings which are all on my head and four tattoos!

I love to go fishing!

I dye my hair a lot! And I wear the same 5 rings:)

I'm sensitive to hurtful words but I'm working on that

I'm bipolar:)

Please be respectful towards me and those who send in asks! I want this community to be kind and to encourage others!💚

[spcewild]

Boundaries & Fandom I will write for !

Just restating games/Fandom I will write for ;

Rdr (1&2)

Re (resident evil - Leon Kennedy, Carlos, Luis Sera, etc.)

SR (Saints row - all main characters [Johnny gat, Carlos, Shaundi, etc.])

COD (Black ops, newer cod games, etc.)

Mortal Kombat (1 & 11)

Borderlands (1&2 + Tales From Borderlands only!)

Spiderman; across the multiverse

TKAM [To kill a mockingbird] (ADULT characters + platonic/parent like relationship w/ others)

DBH [Detriot: Become Human] (any ADULT characters and ADULT androids)

The Walking Dead [Rick Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Shane Walsh, Maggie, Glenn, etc.] (ALL ADULT CHARACTERS)

The Punisher (All ADULT main characters)

The Outsiders (All Characters EXECPT for antagonists/Socs [NOT INCLUDING CHERRY])

Rumble Fish (Motorcycle Boy, Rusty James, Patty, etc...)

Tex (All main characters)

TMNT (Bayverse only)

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What I refuse to write for:

Character x character, minor x adult, incest, weird kinks, actors/real people including streamers/youtubers (I simply do not want to make them uncomfortable even if they consent to fics abt them..), etc etc. (Pretty much just the weird and illegal stuff <3)

Genres:

Smut, fluff, angst, etc!

Boundaries:

(What I am and am not comfortable with)

What I refuse to write for will either be because I am simply uninterested in writing it, or it makes me uncomfortable. If you are unsure if I am comfortable with writing a certain thing/idea, PLEASE ASK!! I will not be mad! :)

I AM okay with being reblogged! It is very welcome, and I appreciate it! But along with this and reposting my work (which I am also okay with), I must receive credit.

Which pretty much means don't steal my work lol

If you wish to address me in any way, you can refer to me as:

Spce, space, spcewild, and wild. Or any other nicknames you may have for me! <3 (as long as it isn't inappropriate, I do not wish to be referred to in any sexual way)

(Pronouns are listed in my bio if needed!)

I AM also okay with writing what I believe is called a match-up...? (Correct me if I'm wrong pls lmao) where you describe yourself, and oc, persona, etc. And I get to match you up with who I think you match the best with romantically or platonically!

I am ALSO okay with writing for male, female, gender neutral, intersex, trans, and any other LGBTQ+ readers!! I will also include POC readers, chubby, thin, or any body size of reader! Not only this, but if you wish for the reader to have a specific physical quality you want me to write for (and can be an insecurity) pls let me know! :)

Lastly, I am okay with writing for readers with disabilities, mental issues, etc. (Please correct me if I mistake anything when writing for specific things like this! <3)

if anyone has any questions feel free to ask <3

Requests: OPEN

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Album: The Good Witch (Maisie Peters)

my favourite album truly like ik my brand is taylor but actually maisie is my favourite

also first of all every single song is a betty song (within her canon, this is a betty album) but that's boring so throwing in some other ocs too and second of all i really need to keep working on the edit series

The Good Witch – Kirsty Gilmore

Coming Of Age – so so so many ocs but Lilibeth Anderson

Watch – Dolly Corcoran x Jesse St James

Body Better – Betty Fabray x Xander Smythe (ft Kitty Wilde)

Want You Back – Carla Vasquez Brice x Xander Smythe

The Band And I – Betty & The Band (fun fact 1: this is her fic title once i stop being lazy/update the masterlist / fun fact 2: within canon, she writes this for the band and it's the final song of New Directions for her)

You’re Just A Boy (And I’m Kinda The Man) – Betty Fabray x Xander Smythe

Lost The Breakup – Betty Fabray x Xander Smythe

Wendy – so so many but again, Betty Fabray x Xander Smythe

Run – too many ships to decide so we're gonna say Betty x Xander again oof

Two Weeks Ago – Carla Vasquez Brice x Aaron Kennedy

BSC – Ophelia Wayne x Jason Skolimski

Therapy – Evie Van Der Woodsen x @cecexwrites' Finn Rockwell forever

There It Goes – Kirsty Gilmore!!!!!! this is the title of her AYITL fic too!

History Of Man – Nikki Rogers!!!! also Helena Jackson & Summer Sol (and others others others but especially them)

Holy Revival – Roxie Flores

Yoko – Colton Cartwright x Finn Hudson

The Song – lowkey every glee oc but Carla Vasquez Brice x Aaron Kennedy

Guy On A Horse – Betty Fabray x Xander Smythe, of course

Truth Is – Betty Fabray x Xander Smythe (honestly if anyone is surprised at this point... that's not on me lmao)

The Last One – Kirsty Gilmore x Jess Mariano!! (but also @the-witching-ash's Richie Gilmore about Kirsty 🥺 gilmore twins my loves)