#faye is frightened

[eynnwwyjth]

I just tried omegel for the first time, and this person's first thing was, are you a female and I said maybe cause who starts a conversation like that, and they cursed me out :(

[gutshift]

ANNOYED.  IMPATIENT. Hawke has got no TIME for this — no time for this annoying shit.  ( no time?  is that why is she dragging this out? )  “You are SHIT at begging,” she mutters, mouth twisting at the figure beneath her foot.  She leans down heavier and FEELS ribs crack beneath her boot; his begging turns unintelligible, a scream.  “SHOULDN’T be begging to ME, anyway,” she snarls, lips upturning in a cruel grin as she bends to rest her weight upon her knee.  There is something swimming and distant in her eyes.  

Those eyes glance back to her COMPANION — this man hurt Anders, and the mage now sits on the ground, split lip and eye blackened, blood staining his robes, watching this exchange with faint horror.  HE HURT ANDERS SO HE’S GOT TO HURT, TOO. Pale eyes flicker back down to the one sitting beneath her foot.  “Beg Anders to ask me to stop.”

Oh, he TRIES. With lungs full of blood and split ribs the man tries.  But before Anders can say a word Hawke’s staff blade TEARS THROUGH the man’s throat.  A MERCY, truly.  “Not good enough.”

A beat passes.  Then she is on a knee in front of Anders, damaged hands pressing to his face.  “Are you alright?”  Voice is brusque but there is something unfamiliarly wavering about it. There's not a trace of the anger or the cruelty that had engulfed her mere moments ago.  “He didn’t do too much damage, did he?”

[exaltior-a]

remembering that ur emo friend with dyed hair is BLONDE is so scary. like holy fuck your hair is yallow....

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

The Experiment Pt. 3 | Jonathan Crane x Reader

Summary| Jonathan Crane assigns his students a new experimental project: choose a phobia and research methods for coping with or completely overcoming those fears in test subjects. A student approaches Dr. Crane with an interesting project proposition... can he help her overcome her fear?

Warnings| Teacher x student relationship (both are consenting adults), Borderline sexual assault between a bf and gf, Erotophobia, Smutty stuff yk , Masturbation, P in V penetration, Teasing, Semi-public, Unprotected sex, Begging, Experiments. Extensive discussions of sex and intimacy.

"Oh My God"- Ida Maria 🎵

"Lazy Eye"- Silversun Pickups 🎶

"Romantic Lover" Eyedress 🎵

Word count: 2840k

Minors do not interact!!

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He spent the day in his lab focused on the development of his new “no-fear” serum. Crane had been working on this serum for months. It could be injected directly into the bloodstream and alter the course of the human brain’s capacity for fear. He’d been testing it on himself and he’d been surprised how well it worked. His life was no longer diluted with the absolving fear of everyday life. He felt free. 

Before the student arrived, Crane injected himself with the serum for the additional courage he would need to fuck this particular student who inspired feelings he had never felt before. He’d been with plenty of people, mostly one night stands and experimental subjects who found him attractive and wouldn’t bother him the day after. He’d even fucked students, those few who liked it just as rough as he did and found in him desirable unresolved traumas. With Faye, he found it more difficult. She was a virgin, pitiful, and fearful. He’d have to be careful and kind, two things he didn’t have much experience in when it came to others. He realized that he was afraid of this girl in her thin turtleneck sweaters and small breasts. Her innocence frightened him, a man who had never understood the basic components of human fear. He rolled down his shirt sleeve and buttoned the cuff. He put on his dark gray suit jacket and dabbed his neck with cologne. 

The doorbell rang. He combed gel through his dark brown hair and adjusted his glasses as he walked to the door slowly. Faye greeted him at the door in an outfit that peaked his interest, her eyes bright and nervous. 

“Miss Greyson.” Crane hummed and raised his eyebrow. She looked down at her outfit and smiled. 

“Do you like it?” She smoothed down the folds of fabric at her waist. He waved her inside his apartment, locking the door behind them and turned to look her up and down. She was wearing a black cotton mini dress with long sleeves, ending just at the very end of her wrists. The neckline was square and framed her strong collarbones. She was wearing dark brown tights like the color of espresso and cream leg warmers that covered her black buckle flats. She wore her hair down and it feathered out around her face, casting her ears in shadow. 

“I see you tried to rectify what you did last time… with your clothes. They’re less accessible. The girl clasped her hands behind her small back, walking casually through the entryway with a hidden smile. The professor could see her entire back down to her tailbone because of the backless dress. He stifled a raspy exhale by clearing his throat. He followed her as she found her way into the dining room which was already set and waiting. He had already sent away the cook for the night, promising her that he would let the plates soak in the sink for her tomorrow. The student placed her bag on the dining room table and removed a stack of paper, held together by a large paperclip. 

“I’ve compiled all of my research so far, from the past few experiments.” Crane took the paper and gestured to her seat. 

“Sit.” He went to his own on the other side of the table to flip through the pages of her research paper. She sat, crossing her ankles and leaned lightly on the dark tabletop. The ornate bowl beside them glistened with fresh oysters. She licked her lips, watching her professor turn each page with eager interest. 

“Good work, Miss Greyson. I can see you’ve been taking your research seriously…” He couldn’t help but smirk as he said this, finding it too funny to ignore. “And what, do you think, is one method of confrontation that you have found helpful for overcoming your phobia?” He put the paper aside, keeping it open on one of the last pages. 

“Maybe you should finish reading.” She pointed to the paper and shrugged innocently. He furrowed his brow and sighed, taking up the paper again. He read on, refreshing his memory of Faye’s fantasies and imaginations when masturbating. He taped his foot against the oriental rug beneath the table as he read, pausing to look up at the girl who sat patiently, trailing a finger over the small gold watch on her wrist. He turned the page and found the draft of the conclusion she had put down for the sake of guiding the last phases of the experiment. 

“The use of masturbation and imagination produced a desirable reaction in the subject who was able to approach a state of comfort needed to consider seriously, the act of sex. The second method of confrontation lies in the prompting of sexual intercourse from an older, more experienced, and comforting person who can guide a person suffering from Erotophobia into a state of sexual desire and vulnerability. From there, sexual intercourse becomes more desirable and understandable to the subject, removing themselves from the position of sexual prowess to one of reception and celebration from their partner. These two methods can build a foundation for further confrontation and anxiety management in those suffering from Erotophobia.” 

He removed his glasses, holding the paper loosely in one hand. He watched her, his eyes falling across her chest, hidden by course black fabric. He imagined the warmth of her full body, the weight of a torso in his arms, the girl's curves rocking against his stocky chest. Her legs were covered in tights like she had just come from ballet class… His cock pulsed uncomfortably against his trousers.  

“Are you hungry?” Crane asked finally. He sniffed loudly and nodded his head at the oysters between them. 

Without looking at the bowl, she nodded, “yes.” 

Their eyes connected at an invisible frequency for a brief second of understanding before Crane pushed his chair back and sprang up. The chair hit the dark red wall behind him as he swiped the bowl out of the way. It fell and scattered across the carpet. Without a moment of pause, Faye met him at the head of the table, her chair overturned on the ground. He picked her up and dropped her roughly on the dining table, kissing her fiercely. His hands gripped her face as he sucked her tongue and bit down her neck. She moaned, running her hands through his hair and beneath his collar where his neck was growing warmer beneath her touch. He threw off his suit jacket and held his hands tightly on her thighs, pulling them closer and closer to his crotch. His student fumbled with the top buttons of his shirt, breathing roughly against his kisses. He bit her lip and ran his thumb across her hard nipples. Together, they got his shirt off and threw it to the floor as well where it landed on the pile of oysters. He pulled away from her briefly to undo his belt but quickly slipped his hands beneath the hem of her dress, wanting to enter her in whatever way he could. The tights forced him back and he groaned meanly against his student’s neck. She shivered and licked his upper lip. 

“You really wanted to make it hard for me this time, didn’t you?” He held her chin in his hand and furrowed his brow, almost whining. 

“It's all part of the experiment, Professor.” She breathed heavily, smiling. 

“Damn it! I want these fucking off.” He resisted the urge to yell and grabbed her around the waist again, picking her up. They struggled through the doorway, grappling with one another as they moved, wanting to taste, touch, tease each other. When he pulled her up to his lips, she struggled to stay on her feet, wrapping her arms around his bare neck and letting him drag her toes against the floor of his apartment to his bedroom. His room was dark red, like the dining room, and had a four poster bed, something Faye had not expected as he tossed her onto the edge of the bed and unbuckled her shoes. She could clearly see her professor’s erection through his pants, pushing against the fabric. He threw her shoes off and slipped off her leg warmers with an annoyed grumble. 

“Miss Greyson….” He growled, taking the waistband of her tights and pulling them down. She raised her legs to his chest so that he could slip them down her knees. When one leg was free, she pressed her foot gently against his erection and bit her lip. “Don’t tease me.” He slowed down, removing the last of the fabric on her other leg and running a finger down the inside of her thigh to her underwear. 

“Yes, sir.” She smiled and giggled as he hooked his finger around the top of her underwear and pulled them down slowly. She draped her other leg over his shoulder, propping herself up on her elbows to see what he was doing more clearly. 

“Do you want to watch?” He raised his eyebrow and chuckled. 

“Yes.” She whispered, watching him with wide, eager eyes. Crane nodded and took her underwear off completely. Getting on his knees, he put both of her legs over his bare shoulders and making eye contact, dipped his tongue against her. She gasped and gripped the sheets above her head, having never felt that before. He sucked her labia, pulling it gently with his mouth and breathing against it for stimulation. 

“Good girl.” He hummed against her anatomy, the sound vibrating all the way to her stomach which quivered. 

“Fuck…” She panted and jutted her hips. He twirled his tongue against her clit and pressed against the swollen organ, prompting a startled whine out of the girl. He smiled. 

“Do you like this?” He asked with his mouth against her, teasing her.  

“Uh huh.” The student whimpered and caught herself squeezing her thighs around his head. He threaded his arms through her legs and held her hips in place, sucking harshly on her exposed clit. 

“Are you going to cum for me?” Crane asked seriously, training his bright eyes on his student squirming in his arms. 

“Yesss, yes sir.” She moaned loudly and rubbed her clit, finishing herself off. He watched her as she shook with surmounting pleasure, the fear in her system slowly slipping away into desire. He slipped off his shoes and socks before she gasped loudly in her climax. He gripped a hand over her mouth and licked the salty lubricant from her as it coated her inner thighs. Faye had collapsed back on the bed, still panting from the stimulation. 

“That’s it. That’s perfect, just like that. Cum for me.” He licked his lips and stood above her, studying her as she rode out the last of her orgasm. He smiled at the ruddy look of her face, the apple of her cheeks bright with heat and color. 

“I’m going to fuck you now, Miss Greyson.” He unzipped his pants and pulled them off each leg, exposing his bare erection. “Come here.” He ordered, pointing to the edge of the bed. His student rolled onto her knees and crawled over to face him. He slowly pulled the dress above her head, exposing her inch by inch as he pulled. He tossed the dress and looked down at her bare body. 

“Kiss me.” He whispered against her lips, rubbing himself with his hand.

Faye kissed him softly, sucking gently on his wide lips like hard candy. She could taste herself on his lips, licking and humming against him as he had down against her clit. She took over, pushing his hand aside and running her hand up down the length of his erection. He was already wet and the discharge on her hands from her orgasm coated him more, letting her hand move faster and faster. Crane moaned deeply against her ear and pulled her hair gently. He kissed her hard, finding her mouth blindly in the daze of pleasure. 

“I wanted you so bad, professor.” His student cooed when he pulled away. He chucked and pushed her back onto her butt. 

“I know, Miss Greyson. I can tell.” He climbed on top of her, dragging his cock along the dip of her stomach as he kissed her wildly. 

“I need you inside me, Dr. Crane.” She whined impatiently against his neck as he spread her legs with his knee. He guided his cock inside her, shaking with need. She grabbed his hips as he entered her slowly. She gasped loudly, mewing in pain.

“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking tight.” He panted, moving slowly in and out. “Fuck…” He thrusted his hips shallowly, working his way into the girl who gasped at every movement. Tears slide down the corners of her eyes as he fucked her. 

“Good girl. You’re taking me so well.” He wiped the tears from her face and licked them off of his fingers. She pulled him closer with her thighs, wrapping her legs around his butt. He pushed in deeper and she yelled out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. 

“Hmmmm Dr. Crane, fuck me!” She moaned weakly and he sped up slightly, feeling the spasms of her muscles around him as she worked up to her climax. He started to move more easily inside her and pounded himself against her, gasping after each thrust. 

“Fuck.” He growled and grabbed onto the headboard, pulling himself forward with each quivering thrust. She moaned incoherently and squeezed her thighs tighter around him. He moaned at the sudden tightness and went faster, the bed shook violently beneath them. 

“I’m gonna cum.” He gasped into her ear, breathing against her temple. “Do you want me to come inside you?”

“Mmhmmm, yes sir.” She nodded quickly and licked her lips, her cheeks flushed. She held his face in her hand and he watched her eyes clear of any and all fear that had once clouded her life. He grunted with one final thrust and spilled into her, she moaned loudly one last time but tried to not look away as he slowed his movements, finishing. When he was done, Crane pulled out and sucked on the girl’s tits, trailing kisses up to her chin. 

“You did so well.” He observed formally, switching back into her professor persona. The girl panted and laughed, turning onto her side as he laid down beside her. She trailed a shaky finger up his chest and turned his head to hers. His hair fell out of place and his pupils dilated. 

“What do you fear, professor?” Faye asked curiously. Crane chuckled and sat up, holding himself over her with his arms. He bent his arms so that he was just above the girl and pressed his lips against the skin beside her ear. 

“Nothing.” He smiled.

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End of last part!

[dr0wning-in-hell]

One Of a Kind- Xavier Thorpe

Summary: Y/N is a rare creature, something that’s thought to be extinct. She’s hated by all Normies, and maybe even some Outcasts, but one Outcast in particular thinks differently of her.

Warnings: a bit of angst, some fluff, probably some cursing,

Word Count: 2.9k+

Characters/Pairing: Faye!Reader x Xavier Thorpe, Mentions of Principal Weems, mentions of Tyler

Prompt: simply that Y/N feels like the biggest Outsider amongst Outsider, but Xavier is there to prove her wrong and let her know that she’s just a one of a kind.

A/N: Reader is similar to Maleficent, but without the horns. :) Has magic and those giant wings that I freaking adore

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Y/N had been found on the outskirts of the forests in Europe before she was sent to Nevermore. Principal Weems was the one who originally found her anyways, so she thought it was her duty to take care of her and give her shelter, not just because she was an Outsider who was hated by half of humanity, but because she was one of the rarest creatures she had ever laid her eyes upon. 

That was when Y/N was 12, until she was brought to Nevermore she had spent her time as a child hiding in dense forest areas that no one could possibly get to, secret caves that held her own hideaways far from the Normies of the world. When she was brought to the school for Outcasts, she felt like a freak. Everyone at the school was pretty, popular, they all looked semi-normal, but not Y/N.

No, Y/N had to have fangs, longer and sharper than any vampire’s, naturally long nails that should have counted as talons, and ginormous black wings that shrouded her body. Y/N was, in her eyes, a human bird. 

From the moment she stepped foot onto campus all eyes were on her. At that young of an age she was scared, she scared herself and everyone else, but as she grew up she turned that frightened little girl into a power to be reckoned with. As everyone at school watched her grow into this confident young lady, they also became less scared of her. She had her times where she’d lose her temper and lash out, her magic uncontrollable as she’d stomp away and wreck everything in her path, but they knew she was just like them in that sense. Unable to control how they felt because there was not a single person in the world that understood what it was like to be an Outcast. 

By the time Y/N was 16 she had learned that it was just better for her to stay on campus at all times than to go into town and try to be normal with everyone else. The Normies may be able to hide their hatred for the Outcasts at least somewhat decently with the others, but with Y/N she could always see the look of disgust on their faces from a mile away. Every time she’d try to go into town with a few people from school she was always picked on, bullied, and it wasn’t even just the Normies who did it. She’d be invited out as a joke several times, it wasn’t until the third time she was made fun of and abandoned in town that she realized no one would ever truly except her for what she was. 

Outreach day was approaching and Y/N was dreading going, but Principal Weems was making Y/N volunteer this year by having her paint a mural of Nevermore and the town of Jericho together in harmony. The thought made Y/N gag. Why would she want to celebrate such a stupid day that obviously had no meaning to anyone in the long run?

If this wasn’t mandatory then Y/N wouldn’t be going and setting herself up for embarrassment. Rude comments ran wild in her head as she mocked what some people in town were going to say as she showed up to celebration. 

She packed up her painting materials in a duffel bag and then headed to the Quad, where all the other students would be getting their assignments. When she walked into the Quad everyone had already begun hoarding together in their cliques, so Y/N just stood next to the wall and waited till they were all dismissed. One thing about having these giant wings was that she couldn’t ride on the bus with everyone else, instead she was going to have to fly herself down the town. 

Y/N’s eyes scanned the crowd of students, watching as they opened their assignment letters. Some students were happy but others seemed upset about what they got. One of those people was Xavier, someone that Y/N admired from a far but would never confront face-to-face. He must’ve been upset about what he got, the same going for his friend Ajax.

Feeling as though she had intruded on people’s private conversations, Y/N picked up her duffel bag and headed towards the front of the school. Little did she know that as soon as she walked away from the bustling students who were rushing towards the busses, Xavier had looked up from his assignment card and watched as the black winged beauty turned away and walked away. 

Xavier didn’t see Y/N again until everyone was in the town square to listen to Principal Weems and Mayor Walker go on about how important the day was and how they created a new statue in honor of the town embracing the Outcasts. 

It was complete bullshit and everyone knew it. Y/N must’ve gotten bored listening to their speech, because once they were all dismissed to go to their jobs for the day, the Faye was no where in sight. Xavier sighed as he trudged over to the Weathervane for his assignment. Working in the same café as Tyler, his tormenter, was not how he wanted to spend the day. 

When he walked into the café his eyes landed directly on the winged beauty. She stood in the corner awkwardly looking down at her phone as she waited for her order name to be called. Once she heard her name called out she went to grab her drink quickly and bolt from the small building. Y/N didn’t even look up as she brushed past Xavier and out into the open. 

The taller boy watched as she walked with her head low, going to the designated area for the portrait she was to draw. It was the same wall that Xavier had painted on last year, on this exact day. The thought of her putting all this effort into a portrait and then possibly having it destroyed just like he had done to him, angered him more than it should have. Taking in a deep breathe he walked over to Tyler, who also didn’t looked too amused that he was in this situation as well.  

An hour, maybe two at most had gone by before he saw what Y/N’s painting looked like. It was amazing, to say the least. The wall Y/N was using as a canvas was a mirror image of the town on that exact day. Both the town and it’s people joining together with the students of Nevermore in celebration of Outreach Day. The thing that pulled it all together? The heavily detailed painting of Joseph Crackstone in the center of the town. It was perfect for that day, and exactly what Principal Weems wanted out of the feather winged girl. 

As Y/N stood a few feet away from her painting, admiring it and criticizing it, she could hear the words that the towns folk were saying. 

“What a freak.” Some mumbled. 

“Who let the little birdy out of her cage?” Some would tease menacingly. 

“If there were a contest for being the biggest freak of all the freaks, she’d for sure win.” 

One would think that on a day like today, these small minded people would put their snide comments to the side and at least pretend to be decent, but no, in fact they were even worse. Usually she could handle those harsh words, but for some reason today was just the day for her to snap.

Bawling her fists she began to pack up her painting supplies, anger consuming her as she thought about all the horrible curses and spells she could use on these lesser people. Y/N was so overwhelmed with anger that she began to shake which caused her to drop some spay paint. 

Before she could reach over and grab some asshole had to kick it so hard that the can busted open, spraying Y/N and ruining the bottom half of her painting. With tears blurring her vision and anger blurring her judgment, she stood up quickly, her hands glowing a bright green as she threw the Normie against the wall opposite of her. She growled lowly, her eyes glowing the same green as she began to close off the person’s airway with her magic. If it weren’t Xavier to snap her out of her trance, Y/N for sure would have murdered the man. 

Y/N’s eyes stopped glowing, along with her hands, her gaze moving from the man she was choking to Xavier who was standing in front of her with a very concerned look. For a split second Y/N’s eyes looked at the man, her growl scary enough to send him hurling around the corner and down the sidewalk. 

Without a word she took a step away from Xavier and turned back to her supplies. She through the busted can into her bag, zipped it up, and then tried to walk away. As she was a few steps away from the tall blonde, he reached out and gently grabbed her wrist. Y/N stopped and turned to look at the boy, confusion grazing across her face. 

“What? You gonna make fun of me too?” Y/N’s words were harsh, but Xavier knew that she was still angry. 

Letting go of her wrist he lets out a soft sigh, “I was going to ask if you were okay.” He said looking at her and watching her expressions. 

Y/N looked taken back at his question, as if no one had ever asked her that before. “I’m fine,” Y/N huffed. She was clearly lying, but why on Earth would she open up to someone she barely knew, so easily? Xavier’s look on his face was basically saying, ‘really?’ He knew she was lying and was hoping she would just talk to him a little bit, even if this was their first time really talking. 

Letting out a huff of frustration, Y/N let her walls fall down as she looked away from the boy. “Fine, no, I’m not okay. I’m pissed.” She paused and waited for a response but only got a nod telling her to continue. “This is all just so stupid, it bullshit. No one cares about today, they just care about the money they get from this stupid day.” Y/N rolled her eyes as she looked up at Xavier. “No one actually cares, they never will. We will always be the freaks and outcasts to them, they will never see us as equals.” 

Xavier could practically see the steam rolling off her skin, seeing how angry she still was. He knew there was nothing he could say that would make her feel better, so instead he gently took her duffel bag from her and offered to take her to the Weathervane.  It took a moment for  Y/N to consider the offer, thinking that this was just going to be another joke, but once she realized that Xavier meant no harm she agreed and the two began the short walk to the coffee shop. 

It was a good thing that the café was slow that day, or else Y/N and Xavier probably wouldn’t have been able to talk as much as they wanted to. The other great thing about it being slow was the fact that wasn’t a lot of people around to gawk at Y/N and make rude remarks about her looks. The only other person in the building was Tyler, but he could care less what the Nevermore students were doing, especially Xavier. 

Xavier and Y/N sat at a booth close to the counter, both of them feeling the tension as they squeezed into their seats. Well, Y/N squeezed into her seat because of her wings, Xavier was fine. 

It was quiet at first, the two just looking around and avoiding each other’s gaze for the first few minutes before Xavier decided to speak up. 

“Your painting looks great, by the way.” He smiled softly, hoping that she’d realize he was here to talk to her and not belittle her. “The detail in it is amazing.”

Y/N was a bit taken back by the compliment. She wasn’t used to people saying nice things to her, let along talking to her at all. “Thanks, though I’d rather see that stupid statue burn than to paint it, thanks.” Anyone who was listening to their conversation would know that she was joking, she was being serious. 

Xavier chuckled a bit and nodded in agreement, “Trust me, I know how you feel.”

Y/N snorted at his response. How could someone like him? Someone who looks normal, understand how she felt? The only odd thing about him was his father, and the face that he could make his artwork move or come to life. Xavier looked confused at Y/N’s slight harshness and watched as tried to lean back a bit in the booth, crossing her arms as she looked at the wall.

“Hate to break it to you, pretty boy, but you most definitely don’t know how I feel.” Her words were harsh, and completely true. While Xavier could have anything he wanted and grew up only being know as the son of a famous Outcast, he would never really know what it’s like to feel like Y/N. To be tormented for how he looked. It’s never a problem that he has ever had to deal with.  

Silence filled the space between them once more, both of them unsure of what to say next. Xavier studied Y/N’s face, memorizing every curve, mark, and point there was. To him, someone she barely knew, he thought she was the most beautiful and unique person on this planet. Even though he didn’t really know her all that well, his heart wanted to know more so he could get closer to her and learn to understand her. 

Y/N’s eyes unfortunately wandered over to the window where she could see the townsfolk pointing and gawking at her. The anger that had slowly started to subside started to come back stronger than before, her eyes starting to glow that vivid green color. Xavier’s eyes followed hers and once he noticed what, well who, she was staring at, he immediately when to  calm her down. Without thinking or hesitation, his hands grabbed hers softly, like she was made of the finest porcelain and he didn’t want to break her. 

“Don’t worry about them,” he said softly, his thumbs rubbing small circles into the backs of her hands. The action startled her at first, but then she found it calming. Her eyes stopped glowing, her heart went back to normal and she no longer felt like ripping out those peoples throats.

“Why do you care so much?” Y/N asked with a tilted head, “You don’t know me, so why do you care so much?” It was a genuine question she wanted the answer to, but Xavier wasn’t sure if he could really tell her why he cared.’

The boy gulped, trying to find a way to word his thoughts in a way that didn’t sound creepy or stalker like. There was a long pause before he said anything, it was when she went to pull her hands away from him that he sputtered out the truth. “I’ve always liked you, thought you were the most mesmerizing being to ever lay my eyes upon. I’ve watched you, since the moment I started going to Nevermore, I- I just didn’t know how to approach you. I was nervous.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, thinking he was joking and was put up to this as a joke. “You’re only saying that to say it, you don’t mean it.” Her eyes averted downwards towards her lap, trying desperately to focus on anything but the feeling of her hands still holding his. “No one thinks that of me, I’m a monster.”

Xavier’s gentle squeeze on her hands was enough to pull her Y/E/C eyes back up to his blue eyes. “I don’t think that.” The warry look on Y/N’s face was enough to tell him that she really had never been told that in her life, “I promise, if I truly didn’t think that, then I wouldn’t have said it in the first place.”

The shaky sigh that Y/N let out worried him. Had he gone too far? Did she find him repulsive now? Was this all too creepy?  

“I don’t think you understand how much that means to me,” When their eyes met he finally saw the tears that brimmed her waterline. Carefully, he reached up and swiped away the stray tears that managed to slip down her flushed cheeks. The soft smile that Y/N let Xavier see was something he’d remember forever. He’s the only one who’s seen her cry, who’s seen her smile, who’s been so kind and genuine to her. 

This was the beginning of something new, for the both of them. It would be rocky in the beginning for sure, but both teens could tell that they’d let out the best of each other in the long run.

[violentvaleska]

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sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴛɪᴄ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ, ʟᴇᴠɪ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛs ʏᴏᴜ ʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ; ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ғɪsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴄᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅᴇʀ sᴇᴇᴍs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ sᴏғᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: suggestive, blood, violence

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs: ↫ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ɴᴇxᴛ ↬

ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3

ᴛᴀɢɢɪɴɢ: @xiernia @ajmiila02

Dreams swallow you whole the moment you experience them. They can be quite sweet, showing you happy moments, foolish desires and moments you might have cherished from your past. But sometimes your dreams become twisted. Sometimes scenarios flash before your eyes, shameful moments you can't control. One in particular has you screaming. The dream itself began intensely, the Section Commander had you pinned against a wall, hands eagerly holding you, while his lips sucked on your neck. You can't really remember how that scene turned into a bloody and disgusting one. You've dreamed of Mike being caught between titans, his screams still haunting you and vivid images of him being torn apart and eaten won't let you go. Right now you are shivering, breathless with panic, tears streaming down your pale cheeks. The whole women's barracks has been frightened to death by your agonized cries, and it's not long before Captain Levi bursts into the barracks, closely followed by Hange.

His usually spotless shirt is half unbuttoned and hangs loosely around his heaving chest. He fell asleep on his desk an hour ago, papers under his head and nightmares haunting him. The moment he heard blood curdling screams, he knew it wasn't his demons. He was awake in seconds, grabbed his beloved knife and ran after the unbearable screams. Levi thought at first that someone had broken into the sleeping quarters of his female subordinates, but there was no stranger or fellow soldier disturbing the young women. There is only you, screaming and kicking, your back arched up, your chest rounded. Your eyes are rolled into the back of your head and there is a thin line of blood running down your face, coming from your nose. Emma gently tries to shake you awake, but it takes more than that. It's a disturbing image and Levi rushes to your side, his knife hidden in his trouser pocket.

"What happened?" He kneels at your side, the question directed at Emma, who has small tears in her eyes.

"I don't know, she just started screaming." She cries, her fists clenching your nightgown. When Levi was a child, he saw one of his mother's colleagues have a similar episode. His mother never gave it a name, but mentioned that it was a sleeping disorder. Unable to calm her down, or even wake her up, the Captain lets out a frustrated breath and pulls his arm back. With a quick movement, he swings it back and strikes your cheekbone with such force that you are instantly jolted awake.

No one seems to understand why you are crying or screaming so bitterly. Hange even suggests that you are possessed by a demon, but Levi is simply frightened by the sight of you. The plague of your lost memories must have really screwed with your head, and he still doesn't know what happened to you. Your eyes are wide open and full of pain as you stare at him with your mouth open. Confusion, shock and fear are written all over your features. Then it hits you.

You can't stop crying, muttering about Mike being torn to pieces, trying to convince Captain Levi and Section Commander Hange that Mike is dead.

"We should take her to the nurse." Levi mumbles and carefully urges you to stand up and leads you out of the barracks. Your skin is cold, but your whole body is covered in sweat, as if you've been drenched in freezing water.

"Can you hear me, Faye?" He asks, but doesn't get an answer. "This is new." He thinks bitterly and shakes his head in frustration. He has seen soldiers plagued by nightmares, after all, he himself is haunted by them. Some comrades even suffer from night terrors, their cries similar to yours, but they run around the headquarters disoriented and can't remember it the next day. Your incident is different. Eyes rolled back, stiff with fear, almost suffocating. Did you experience sleep paralysis?

Deep in thought, he barely notices that you've stopped crying and started to speak in a raspy voice that almost crushes him.

"Mike is dead." Levi lets out a sigh and grips your shoulder tighter.

"No, he's not. He's sleeping." He promises, desperately hoping to avoid an argument, but it only seems to confuse you more.

"I heard his screams, his bones breaking and saw his flesh being torn. I smelled his blood." You swallow hard and walk weakly with him, not questioning where he is leading you.

"It was a nightmare. The nurse will give you something to calm you down." He promises and, to your surprise, gently strokes the tangled hair behind your ear. He can't help but to think that you look beautiful like this, weak and in desperate need of help. Levi gulps, giving himself mentally a slap. He certainly must be experiencing sleeplessness.

"It felt too real." He doesn't know how to answer, it wouldn't do to reassure you of the delusional night attack you've suffered. So he silently leads you through the corridors, the many possible scenarios making him anxious, and after explaining the situation to your nurse, he leaves you in her care, sitting silently by your side to watch over you. He will not let this happen again.

After hearing about your incident, Mike had to go and collect you in the hospital wing. You were still asleep, due to the medication you had been given, and at your side sat Levi, fast asleep in a chair, much to his surprise. As he entered, the black-haired soldier opened his eyes and let out a deep groan as he realized where he was.

"I didn't expect to find you here." He whispers and slowly walks over to your recumbent body, a small smile on his lips at the sight and smell of you.

"I was waiting for her to have another attack." He explains simply, not bothering to speak in a hushed voice.

"What exactly happened?" The Section Commander wants to know, Hange wasn't really specific, only spoke of 'demonic possession' and Mike doubts that an angel like you would have such tendencies.

"Fuck, if I know." Levi scoffs and stretches his arms, walking past Mike to leave the hospital wing immediately.

"Make sure she doesn't fall off her horse. She's an incompetent rider."

You wake up, rub your eyes and briefly notice someone leaving as you turn your attention to the other man in your room. At the sight of him, something in your chest tightens, making you sit up immediately.

"I overslept, didn't I?" You squeak, your voice hoarse and your cheek painful. Did someone hit you? As you touch your cheek, Mike gently takes your chin between his fingers and moves your head up so he can see the bruised skin.

"Levi got you good, Hugh? You must be a fast sleeper." Confused, you lock eyes with him and then the memories of last night hit you. Stiffening at his touch, your eyes widen and your lips part.

"I- Section Commander, you..." unable to form a sentence without stuttering, Mike slowly steps back, giving you some space.

"Relax. You can tell me everything when we get to the Southern Division. Get dressed. We'll leave in ten minutes."

━━━━━━━༺ - ༻━━━━━━━

The journey has been tiring, and after what seems like a whole day, you can finally see the headquarters of the Cadet Corps from afar. You told him about the dream, obviously leaving out the first, more pleasant part. That would have been inappropriate, after all, he is a high-ranking Section Commander and you are just a cadet. However, he had been a bit flirtatious with you in the last few days, which even the Commander had noticed.

"Write down everything you can remember. Leave out no details. If you don't send a report, Erwin will probably send Levi to motivate you." He explains, smiling at the conflicted face you make at the mention of the Captain's name.

"And if I experience something similar to yesterday?" The thought of experiencing something similar, especially in front of strangers, frightens you. You're actually glad that the nightmare you experienced was the last night with the scouts, they'll surely forget about it in the next three years, right?

"Personally, I don't think it's that important, but Erwin would want to know. He's infatuated with everything you do, it seems." Mike explains, shuddering slightly at his own observation. It's true, you think, Erwin has been strangely interested in your mere existence ever since Eld found you. He is obsessed with you. Not in a romantic or sexual way, no, he rather likes the feeling of having found a mysterious thing like you. It pushes him, urges him to find out all your hidden memories, just like Levi, although the little man is not as fascinated by you as his Commander. At least you hope that's the case, as the Captain seems to have a sick fascination with making you suffer. You don't answer Section Commander Mike, instead you sink into your thoughts and let them consume you.

Would it be a stupid idea to choose a division other than the Survey Corps? It would definitely hurt the Commander's ego, pride and hostility. Besides, it would be in your own interest to find out more about your past, and you feel that the Scouts are the only ones who can help you. You don't seem to have any chance of getting into the Military Police Regiment anyway, and the garrison is your only other alternative. To be honest, you are not even sure what they do, you have only heard about them a few times from Commander Erwin. The closer you got to the southern training corps, the more nervous you became. Eren Yeager could be the key to your mind, and you really hope he can unlock that stupid dark hole in your head.

You are greeted by a bald man with an expression that challenges Levi's. He looks from you to Mike, a deep glare in his almost angry face.

"Erwin better have a good reason." He spits and watches you, making you wonder how much he has been told about you.

"What's your name, cadet?" He asks and you instantly freeze at his tone and salute him as Levi taught you. Your right hand, clenched into a fist, moves to your chest while your left automatically rests behind your back.

"Faye, sir." He looks at you suspiciously, glancing at Mike.

"What, no last name? Don't tell me she's like Levi, I don't need two of that bloody midgets." You wonder what he means by that and furrow your brow, noticing that the Captain is only referred to by his first name. Strange indeed, has he lost his memory too?

"Engel. Her name is Faye Engel." Mike makes up his mind in seconds and puts a hand on your shoulder, patting it lightly.

"Forgive her, Commander. Levi hit her pretty hard in training. You won't regret taking her on." He promises and begins to list your skills, or lack thereof.

"She showed promising talent in the ODM, is patient and obedient. Also willing to learn, you won't have much trouble with her." Shadis nods his head in silence, finally letting you relax.

"Alright. Follow me, Cadet Engel. You'll be introduced to your new comrades." Turning to Mike, you smile at him and wave goodbye.

"Thanks for everything, Section Commander! I won't let you down, I promise." His thin lips form a smile and he hums in agreement.

"Don't be afraid to write to me sometime, little angel." With that, the two of you say goodbye and you follow your new commander to a wooden building, a blush on your cheeks and your heart beating against your chest. A simple crush can't hurt, can it?"

Following Shadis into the building, you are greeted by a raucous group of teenagers who make you instantly regret your decision.

"Get down!" The Commander's voice is loud and aggressive, and it's impressive to see all the young soldiers in training stiffen under the demand, their voices shut and their eyes wide open, staring at the Commander and at you.

"This is Cadet Engel. From now on she will be part of your training. Ackerman, show her around." A girl with beautiful black hair and pale skin stands up, her face emotionless, and walks in your direction. A red scarf adorns her neck, and as you get closer you notice that her eyes and nose are slightly different. You believe that her ancestors came from the eastern world, and you look at her beautiful hair with fascination.

"I am Mikasa." Stoic, cold and rather shy, she introduces herself to you, hiding her face in her scarf.

"Faye." You introduce yourself, feeling like a liar for using the made-up name.

"You can join us for lunch." She offers quietly, turning quickly to one of the tables. You follow her without a word, feeling like a puppy on a list with all eyes on you. At first you thought you were the oldest here, but as you approach the row of tables where Mikasa sat just seconds ago, you notice two young men who seem to be closer to your age. The black-haired man introduces them to you as Reiner and Bertolt. Across from them are Jean and Connie. A girl with a great appetite for potatoes waves to you. "This is Sasha." Mikasa adds with a roll of the eyes. At the same table, but at a considerable distance from the others, are two girls; one with a rude expression, the other with a warm smile. Her name is Krista, while the brown-haired older girl's name, to your surprise, is Ymir.

“Armin.” She points at a young, blonde haired boy with blue eyes and rosy cheeks. He appears too innocent to be enlisted in the military, much like the Krista girl. You then turn your head, meeting a pair of green eyes. Breath hitching in your throat, the boy's eyes widen at you. You recognize him from your dreams, though that joyful youthfulness in his face is gone.

"Eren?" You ask in awe as he nods his head.

"I'm sorry, I can't remember your name, but I know you." He says, seemingly deep in thought.

"I'm from Shiganshina." You speak, a sinking feeling in your stomach.

"Maybe we lived in the same neighborhood?" He offers, looking at Armin and Mikasa.

"Right guys?" The blonde just shakes his head in confusion, wondering if he might have seen you before. Mikasa on the other hand just shrugs.

"Your- ugh father. He was my mothers doctor." You explain and take the seat Reiner offers you. It feels so easy for you to spread these beliefs, and yet you don't even know how many of the scenarios you've dreamed are actually true. You figured now would be the best idea to challenge them. He eagerly nods his head, agreeing that he might have met you that way before. If they were not to be true, Eren would ask whatever you ment. While dreams are the door to your memories, they can also inundate you with twisted images of your past. After the hour-long journey, Eren offers you a roll, insisting that you need something to eat. Finally agreeing, you reach your hand across the table, ready to gratefully take it from him. As your fingers touch, something strange happens, something that makes electricity shoot through your body and for a moment you see a strange image before your eyes. Eren, a little older than he is now, is standing on a wall, looking into the distance. Directly behind him a monstrous titan, glowing with heat, flesh burned from his body, leaving nothing but muscles. The colossal titan.

Eren lets go of the roll and gulps at you, as if he had been struck by lightning. At that moment you realise that he must have seen and felt that too, whatever it was.

"Sorry." He breathes and picks up the bread as an awkward silence consumes both of you.

"It slipped." The boy tries to rush an apology and quickly puts it in your hand, grinning uncomfortably. While Connie jokes about Eren being stupidly in love, you feel someone's eyes on you, but the moment you turn your head, that feeling is gone. You had that strange feeling twice before, once with Captain Levi, the other time for a brief moment when Section Commander Hange ruffled your hair. Both times you saw images flash past your mind's eye, but the strange images you saw with Levi have stayed with you the most. It was the day he checked your legs for marks, and whatever he did to you, you didn't like it at all. Intimidating scenarios, situations over which you had no control. It was shameful, unspeakable things you saw, much worse than what you had dreamed about Mike.

You used to think it was the way he dared to touch you, but now you are sure it was something else. And it certainly wasn't lost memories.

[gobodegoblin]

*Selma walks up to you, she seems exhausted and a little frightened* Greetings your highness you date Faye too correct..?

-@the-final-knight

*im silently lying face down on my bed*

[mar3ggiata]

professional help, c17. O'sang mij.

simon riley x original character.

trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, mentions of rape, trauma, sexual themes, swearing, use of alcohol and drugs.

song to listen to when reading this: Hurts me too, Faye Webster.

abstract: I'm not jealous I can't believe she said that. you know what, everything you're reading is proof you should't trust her. she has so many secrets, even this chapter, I don't know what's going on in this. it's all a mistake. it's been a mistake since she fucking stepped into the room, can't change my mind.

'This will be your equipment…'

'Why does he have to bring it up in front of everyone like that?' she asked, trying to keep her voice low. She knew Kate was on her side on this, and Price was totally out of line if he thought he could talk to her like that. 'Alba, I know, he shouldn't have…'

'No you're right he shouln't have! The others can't know!' She looked at the woman with her palms open, looking for her support. If he didn't approve of her presence in his team, he should have simply said so. 'Our deal was no one was ever gonna find out', she spoke again, her words bitter, her chest aching with rage. No no, she was frightened. 'And no one will know' Kate reassured, in a motherly tone. 'He wan't happy when I told him I wanted you to work with them', revealed the woman. She signalled for Alba to sit down, which she did. 'He's fine with your occupation as a counsellor, he doesn't want you involved in bigger things.' Alba licked her lips with a small smile. It took her two weeks and a few interrogations to get that job, two years ago. They needed to make sure they weren't taking a fugitive in their base. They needed to make sure she wasn't associated with her family anymore. Hearing her speak that awful dialect of hers didn't help. She remember sitting down, telling her life story over and over, proving her ties to her family were completely cut, signing classified documents. She had become an asset again, only to a different organisation. 'If something happens over there, we want to be sure you'll be on our side', they kept saying. 'It's my decision Alba, I trust you and your capabilities. He's just skeptical, you don't need to worry about him.' She relaxed slightly seeing Kate so considerate 'They would be completely lost if it wasn't for the things you found, they need you.' She nodded.

She had to let this go if she wanted to still work in this mission. She didn't want to be a reliability. She listened to Laswell as she explained her equipment. She was gonna use three computer screens. One was for each soldier's body cam, the other had the images from the drones and GPS locations she had to follow and report to the others. Kate showed her how to use the radio, her headset with the microphone, switch channels. On the desk, a map, a pencil. 'If this goes red it means you're not getting signal' she instructed, 'they usually split up in three team, Price will tell you more on that, but you will see them over here, only refer to them as Bravo team, Alpha team or by their call signs.' She tried to get every single piece of information imprinted in her brain. 'I'm gonna give you a report, you should learn all of them, along with some military terminology. Here you have you radar', fuck me, she thought, my radar, 'you'll be able to see the buildings inside the crater once the guys will give you visual. You'll have to keep checking this for weather alert for sand storms.'

Alba was just now getting how difficult this was gonna be, a knot forming in the pit of her stomach. 'You'll be in contact with a Boeing E-3A aircraft which will alert you if they spot enemy aircraft or missiles, you'll then refer back to the teams.' She stayed with Laswell for another thirty minutes, talking about what she needed to do. Face recognition devices were on every videocamera, she was the one who had to confirm a positive ID on the enemy. She thanked her five or six times before leaving. When she got out of the room she went into the toilets and sat down to breathe. It was the biggest responsibility she had ever had, and she did quite a few important things in her lifetime. Her hands were slightly shaking. 'It's gonna be fine, you'll be just perfect.' A distant voice was speaking softly in her ear. 'If you follow the plan, everything will be fine. If you don't, you'll die.' She could almost feel a hand, gently rubbing her cheek. She heard the sound of sea waves hitting the shore, felt the warm kiss of the sun on her skin. 'Segui le regole, fai ciò che abbiamo stabilito. Sei la migliore di tutti sti strunz…' She felt like the walls were closing up on her, like the air was getting sucked away from her lungs. Her palms sweaty, her vision blurred, she sinked her teeth in her bottom lip. 'Si o' sang mij'. She turned around and lifted the toilet seat up. She threw up.

It took her a while to get out of the toilet. She walked to her car and quickly ran off to go back home. She didn't want to see anyone before three, when she had to come back for the briefing. She had a cup of tea on the counter and Laswell's reports on call signs and past missions she had to read. She read on how to communicate through the radio, which terms to use. She read transcriptions of their past missions, to see how they were used in practice. She had a list of soldiers that were gonna participate to the mission, their full names and call signs. Scotland went by Soap, which she thought was odd. Kyle was Gaz, she saw other names of people she didn't know. It was a total of eight men, including the captain. The only one who didn't have his full name listed, but only initials, was Ghost. She thought to the general public, or to any military personnel, his identity was a secret, which was strange considering Price introduced him to her by his surname. She kept reading until she had take Jinx out and have quick lunch. At this point, she started to get anxious again, anxious to see Price and have to deal with his comments, anxious to not fit in with all the soldiers, she felt like a bloody fish out of the water. She could hear the captain yell out 'Do you guys know who Jude really is? You want to know her real name? You know what she did as a kid, let me tell you…' She chose her outfit with care to make a good impression. Sophisticated, educated, I know what I am doing impression. She chose a skirt. A long, beautiful swing skirt made of dark black wool that wrapped her waist tightly and fell down straight at ankle length. She put on a white blouse and put her hair up with a claw clip. Her boots were a lot less high than normal, to better compliment the skirt which was a true statement piece of clothing. Realistically, none of the men inside the briefing room were going to care about the brand of her skirt or notice the way she changed up her earrings, choosing the more subtle ones. She did it to make herself feel better, she looked like worked at the fucking Louvre. She was one of the first people to arrive in the briefing room.

'Can I talk to you for a second?' Price asked while she took off her coat. She crossed her arms, feeling her shoulders tense up. 'Look, I'm putting my full trust in you, Alb… Jude. I'm serious.' She grinned at him 'You think I don't know? I'm taking it very seriously…' Her voice was a whisper, she didn't want to be heard by the men that were slowly beginning to fill the room. 'I know, I know, just to make sure we're on the same page, we take over from here, you'll just be…', she interrupted him again, 'Oh I'm not coming with you, I'm staying right here, I won't interfere. I'll do what you ask' she stated. He seemed to calm down.

'Your family doesn't have ties with the Middle East, right?'

'Go to hell.'

When Simon stepped into the room he was already eager to see her. That place smelled exactly like her, it was like she bathed them all and baptised them with her scent. That was the same room they had met when she came in talking about her patient for the first time. She looked even better than the first time. She looked older, wiser. She was talking to his captain when he arrived, arms crossed and a stern look on her face. Maybe they were still arguing about God knows what. He felt drawn to her by her presence, the way she was standing, with confidence. Only him and the two 141 idiots knew about her attending the meeting, his other teammates seemed quite surprised to see her there, especially after all that speculation on her past he heard in Al-Jareena. When she finished her little chat with Price she sat down, first row, last chair against the wall. A strategic seat, away from the door, not in the middle of the scene, not in the middle of all those men. Price started instructing them on their groups, flights details and equipment. 'Our target is inside a crater with diameter 2.5 miles about six klicks from our headquarters. Maximum height 5300 feet on the southern side.' He glanced at the girl which was quietly sitting in the corner of the room. 'Jude's discovery.' She nodded, but her lips were pressed together. She was embarrassed. (Don't be, sweet angel of death and violence, it's your crater, he thought).

'We'll only move halfway, then have two RC cars secure the area and we'll put drones in place. We're moving in from the North and the East.' His instructions were clear and detailed. They would wait for Jude to get satellite images and drone transmission video, then proceed to take out the three snipers on the Southern and Northern side. Since they would be up the mountain, it was Jude that had to keep them updated on the situation inside the crater. 'Once we climb we need to be quick and bloody invisible.' He was going to be paired up with Johnny, as usual. They had the young lad that liked to talk about Alba so much with them, Rabbit was his call sign. The Alpha team, other three men, was going to attack at the same time as them, east side. Get the guy, Jude was going to ID him, capture or kill. In and out the bloody mountain. There was very little coverage inside the crater, no buildings only tents. They really had to be invisible during their way down from the top. They had to climb it on foot as well, there were no roads or paths, and cars would be too noisy. 'You got all you need to know from Laswell?' asked Price directing his attention to Jude, which nodded without speaking. Her hands were resting on her lap. She had a skirt on, quite serious skirt as well. 'Wait, she's…' someone asked. 'She is. She's filling in for Laswell.'

She was grateful that Price got his head out of his ass and stood his ground about her presence there. 'Anymore questions?' Someone spoke but he wasn't listening. He was looking at her, her serious expression, the way she listened to the conversation. She looked relaxed, at ease. Her hair was tied back loosely. From where he was sitting, he could almost imagine to see that damned tattoo of hers on her chest. Catch a glimpse of her skin, feel her shift position on the chair, bat her long lashes in slow motion… The magic stopped when the meeting was dismissed, the men started making noise again while they all got ready to leave the room. And when Gaz walked past him, approached her with a smile, and asked her how she was doing. He did't even blink and they were gone. Walked away together. His hand was gently placed on her back.

notes: oh oh. he's such a gentlemen, uh… irresistible.

notes: Segui le regole, fai ciò che abbiamo stabilito. Sei la migliore di tutti sti strunz…' means 'follow the rules, do what we discussed. you're the best one between these assoles.' 'Si o' sang mij'. means you're my blood in Naples dialect, in the sense she's genetically related to who's speaking or that she belongs to them.

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[stupidrant]

Yes, thank you for bringing up the Atreus matter and him not being responsible for Kratos's past sins. I may be critical of some of Thrud's behaviors and her personal choice to perpetuate Odin's toxicity when it suited her, both in terms of Aesir vs Jotunn history and even more so on domestic matters. Such as Thrud willfully ignoring Odin's abusive behaviors towards her own family or shaming a victim of his domestic violence - Freya - just because she wanted to get into Odin's good graces and get his approval to become a Valkyrie.

However, it'd be problematic to hold her accountable for Odin and Thor's actions while not holding Atreus to the same standard (and we know Kratos committed war crimes in the past and innocent people died because of him, if the information I have about the original saga is correct). Like you say, Atreus is not to blame for anything done by someone else, including his father, but he might be forced to face the wrath of some of his father's past enemies.

Same challenge might come Thrud's way which might prompt her to delve into Aesir and Jotnar history more thoroughly and thoughtfully (as opposed to just going with the flow and doing what benefited her at the current moment).

Regarding Angrboda, she generally had a limited experience with social interaction and admitted just that during her first meeting with Atreus. She instigated communication with other people mainly - if not entirely - for their benefit, without asking for help or support (be it physical or emotional) for herself (she only asked Atreus to help her with the hard labor she was engaging daily in Ironwood to take HIS mind off of the stress of the prophesy and teach him about their heritage because that was what HE wanted/needed at the moment).

We know from Skjoldr that Angrboda turned to Midgardians post Ragnarok to offer HER assistance to help them hunt for food, providing her wolves.

Likewise, Angrboda's first conversation with Kratos was when she wanted to soften the pain of impending father and son separation and revealed a vital piece of history about Faye. Notably, Angrboda spoke of Faye and her love for Atreus with utmost respect even when she noted that Faye "went up against their people" to protect him. Therefore Angrboda doesn't appear the type of person to consider anyone who doesn't tow the metaphorical "party line" a traitor.

She herself valued Atreus's free will and free choice above the prophesies or her own late mother's words because she respected him as an individual. Despite what her mother had said about Loki needing time to ready himself for giant magic and soul whispering Angrboda went along with putting a soul in the giant Serpent when Atreus himself was terrified of what he was doing (and guided him through the process, remaining calm even when he believed it didn't work).

Likewise, Angrboda shared HIS responsibility when he gave her the marbles even though, again, it contradicted the prophesies or the story of the Jotunn Champion Loki that she grew up knowing. When he asked to call him Atreus she didn't argue and later did just that (after a very traumatic encounter with Gryla).

Another interesting and adorable detail is that when Angrboda realized Atreus wasn't ready for the Champion title she tried to lighten the situation and ease the weight of it for him by teasingly calling him "Champ" numerous times. Thus turning a mantle frightening and burdening for him into a personal playful joke rather than a grand responsibility to their people he wasn't yet ready to assume.

Post game it's Kratos, Freya and Mimir who come to visit Angrboda and Fen in Ironwood - once again, THEY seek her out, not the other way round. Angrboda, as we see, is keeping herself busy with her daily chores, to which recently departed Atreus once again added Fen (and Angrboda agreed to take "good care" of him twice, no questions asked).

When Kratos asks about other giants, Angrboda evasively mentions her grandmother and their strained relationship (and only because Mimir presses the issue) but doesn't delve into just how bad the situation is for her. Thus, once again, preparing to deal with this problem on her own.

Therefore, while it's important that Angrboda gain a support system in the form of other people who would reach out to her and offer their help (because she's too emotionally independent to ask for it), it's unlikely Thrud becomes one of those people. They differ fundamentally in terms of values and attitude towards life. Thrud has a consumerist/personal convenience approach whereas Angrboda values responsibility and respect for others above all else.

The possible scenario you mention about Thrud using her training as a form of addiction, thus sliding into her late father's unhealthy habit of avoidance instead of tackling problems at hand, is not out of the realm of possibility. But I personally wouldn't mind that scenario if it is addressed as an unhealthy way of dealing with issues and if she works through it eventually.

Once again, I believe that Thrud could benefit from Freya's influence who already went through the process of facing past pain and trauma and moving on from that ("[the sword] no longer holds his [Odin's] legacy but it will serve as mine" could work as a parallel to Thrud and Mjölnir).

Thrud was selfish but im sure she'll get better with time despite all of that. while she heavily derives from her father, im sure after all of the events plus with sif around to help guide her as much as she can maybe freya and sigrun as well. with them around, surely she will be more selfless. as for Angrboda, i agree i would appreciate it if she had a bigger support system ready for her and i think outside of atreus, i would love it to be gryla and i'd hope to see some off-screen progress between her and angrboda so that way by the time next game comes, its more light. also would love kratos offering himself more towards her which i anticipate the most lol

[twanettee]

happy 2nd november!!

and happy birthday vienna!! they are still celebrating her birthday… at a theme park! which vienna has never been to before, because she finds everything slightly too exciting, too chaotic, too everything there, but… since faye’s around, it’s kind of fun. she likes faye’s kind of chaos sometimes (and faye is usually uncontainable).

vienna was a little frightened at first. It went up and down and up and down and it was off the ground. But faye seems to be having fun. Faye tells her to smile for the camera, and the way she says it makes vienna smile, for real.

faye says that if she wants to, they can just go and sit around and watch the clouds and eat popcorn and cotton candy.

vienna says she wants caramel and cheese popcorn. [edit]

faye asks vienna to pick a hairband! She thinks vienna’s a bit like a unicorn—quite a magical creature. A soft, gentle unicorn.

It’s funny, vienna says.

(she thinks it’s funny to have a sharp pointy thing sticking out the top of her head.)

Eventually, vienna picks rabbit ears because they’re bigger and softer than unicorn ears (and she decides that the horn looks slightly too menacing).

And then they walk around, and get popcorn!! (They’ll get churros later on, probably.)

Aaaaand Faye wants to go for a ride on the roller coaster, but the line is really, really super long and she absolutely hates waiting in line. Vienna, on the other hand, hates roller coasters.

[animatorweirdo]

Mending of the Heart

You go on a date with Maglor, prepared to confess your feelings for him. But then, a reminder from your past leaves you frightened and you run away. Luckily, you did not go far and you two talk about your feelings and your fear of the past mistake.

Warnings: fluff, going on a date with Maglor, mentions of a panic attack, voices inside the head, mentions of the incident, getting shot, and near-death experience, some angst, comfort, and finally a confession of love.

Chapter 24 (Final)

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Luckily, you were blessed with a free day after the morning arrived. You had no energy to deal with work, but you were more than happy to visit Faye, who had been worried about you since your disappearance. You spent time together catching up on what had happened, and as the evening approached, you began preparing for your date with Maglor. Unfortunately, you didn't have many clothes suited for dates or similar occasions, so you settled for the nicest-looking and cleanest clothes you could find. Now, you were struggling to decide on a hairstyle and tried to persuade Camilla to help, knowing she was better at styling hair.

"Seriously, should I go with something stylish, braids, ponytail? Whatever might look best on me," you questioned while brushing your hair. You had two hours before you needed to go to the gardens to see Maglor, but you were not able to set your mind on the right hairstyle. 

"Why don't you just go with your normal hairstyle?" Camilla questioned. 

“Because there is a chance that this is a date! Do you really think going with your usual hairstyle is appropriate for something like a date?!” you replied while trying to handle your hair to mimic some styles. 

"I don't think I have ever seen you so worked up on impressing someone. " Camilla stated while she watched you get frustrated with your hair for the tenth time. "You always go how you like," she added. 

"Well, this isn't just someone, now is it?" you asked sarcastically. 

"Oh yeah, this is the guy you have the fattest crush on, how could I forget," Camilla said while rolling her eyes.

"But seriously, he seems to like you the way you are. I don’t think it's too important to impress him,” Camilla stated. 

"But, what if I kinda want to impress him? Try something new and put some effort into my appearance," you questioned. “To show, I’m serious about my feelings for him,” you said while looking in the mirror. 

"I think the amount of pining you’ve done is enough to show how serious you are about him,” Camilla remarked. 

“I know, so come on! Now that I'm finally allowed to go on a date with someone. You could give some suggestions. Don’t be a boring sister, and help me out,” you grinned at her. 

“Fine,” Camilla rolled her eyes at you, setting down her book and cup of coffee. 

"I still think it's important for you to go with what makes you feel most comfortable. But if you must insist, I can try some braids that might impress him, since elves are all about braids and hairstyles," she explained, pulling a stool in front of her and gesturing for you to sit.

“Now you understand my dilemma! Oh, could you possibly do one of those waterfall braids? I think that might impress him the best?" you asked as you walked over to her. 

"I can try, but I can’t promise you that I know how to do them,” she answered as you turned your back toward her. 

"Now sit your ass down," she ordered, pushing you down to sit on the stool in front of her. 

“The hairbrush,” she said, reaching her hand over your shoulder. You handed her the hairbrush and then watched as she started brushing your hair, parting it, and thinking about how she should get started with the braiding.

Your mind then wandered to the dream you saw last night. You tried to forget about it, but you could not stop thinking about the looks on Camilla’s family member’s faces and her grandmother’s words. Were you truly making a mistake? 

"Say, what do you think your family would say if they saw us now?" you asked. 

"Most likely freak out. You do remember we have lived in this world for a whole year, so we have most likely been declared missing in our world,” Camilla answered. 

"Well, that's the obvious reaction, but what do you think they would say in our current situation and that I am now going to see someone?" you questioned. 

Camilla was quiet for a moment, thinking about your question. 

“They would most likely be disappointed with you and try to convince you out of it. They were pretty strict about the curse and the downsides of it,” she said. 

"Yeah, they would," you agreed. 

"Why do you ask?" she asked. 

"Nothing. I have just been seeing dreams about the incident and everything else that followed," you explained. 

"Well, don't let them bother you. That incident is now a thing of the past, so focus on the future," Camilla then started braiding your hair. 

"Okay," You smiled and allowed her to focus on your hair. 

You felt somewhat assured by her words, but you could not help but still feel hesitant about the decision you were making. The dream replayed in your mind over and over again, and then you were reminded of the voices you heard in the dream, where you drowned in the ocean of blood. Now, they merged with the voices of Camilla’s family, with her grandmother’s voice and the question she asked being the loudest.

Were you already repeating the same mistake again?

You tried to brush it off and focus on the present, but it kept coming back like a snake that refused to give up on its prey. 

After two hours had passed, Camilla managed to braid your hair into lovely waterfall braids after thirty minutes of figuring out how to do it. You dressed nicely and then left for the gardens to see Maglor. The flowers were blooming beautifully, filling the garden with colors. There were little bugs flying around the flower beds and a few birds nesting in the trees, filling the garden with their sounds. It was very atmospheric, and you found Maglor waiting on a familiar bench.

He smiled when he saw you, and you noticed a basket sitting next to him when you approached him. 

“You made it,” he said, then looked at the braids in your hair. “You look very lovely today,” he stated. 

“Thanks…” you said with a bashful smile. “Sorry, if I was late. I had to take care of a few things at home,” you explained. 

“You’re not late at all. I was worried I was the one who was being later,” Maglor said as you sat down beside him on the bench. 

“I brought some biscuits and treats you might like,” he said, taking off the cover from the basket, revealing delicious treats beneath it. “I know you like tasting new things, so I thought I should bring them,” he said. 

“That’s… very sweet of you,” you smiled as you grabbed one of the cookies.

“Be honest. Is this a date or something?” you grinned while taking a bite out of the cookie. 

“It might be. I’m sorry if I was not more forward about it,” he said as you munched on the cookie and nearly moaned from the taste. 

“Don’t worry about it, and these cookies are really good,” you said as you grabbed another one and began eating it. 

“So, what was it that you wanted to show me?” you asked. 

“Oh, yes… I…” Maglor said, looking nervous all of a sudden. You then watched as he brought out a harp. Your eyes widened as you began to think what you thought was happening. 

“It’s been a while since you have heard me play an instrument, and there is this one song I would like to sing to you. Would you be willing to listen?” he asked as he set his harp on his lap. 

“I love your singing, so go for it,” you encouraged him. 

“Wonderfull,” he smiled.

“Alright then…” he said as he positioned his fingers against the strings. 

You listened as he began to play the harp, and the garden was filled with gentle and beautiful music. Then, Maglor began to sing, and it felt as though your ears were being blessed by an angel. Unfortunately, Maglor's song was in Elvish, so you could not completely understand the lyrics. However, strangely enough, you were filled with adoration for his song. 

You even stopped eating so the sounds from your eating would not disrupt the music that blessed your ears. You found yourself fully enraptured by Maglor and his song. 

Your ears managed to pick up a few words in the song you understood thanks to Melui teaching you some words in elvish, and you felt your heart race when you understood the meaning of the song and its words. Was he singing you a love song? 

You continued to listen to him play and sing for what felt like an hour. When the final notes faded away, you couldn't help but clap enthusiastically, showing your appreciation for his talent.

“Bravo! That was beautiful!” you clapped your hands as he set the harp down. 

“What was the song about? Call me silly, but I felt like I was being filled with love,” you questioned, causing him to smile. 

“I did manage to understand a couple of words. My friend at Doriath agreed to teach me a few words in Elvish while I was there, and I could not help but notice a few things in this song. Maglor, was this a love song?” you finally asked. 

“I’m surprised you managed to pick on it quickly, and the answer is… yes it is a love song,” Maglor answered. “I actually wrote it a few days ago, and my motivation to write that song was my feelings for you,” he revealed and you felt your breath getting stuck in your throat. 

“(Name)... about the thing I wanted to tell you,” Maglor said as he grabbed your hands and looked at you in the eye. 

You waited for him to continue with anticipation in your eyes. 

“These past months have been… eventful, and I admit that I never imagined meeting someone like you,” Maglor began. “But after getting to know you and hearing your stories, I’ve come to realize that I enjoy your company,” he continued. “I've also noticed that my life has become brighter and more joyful after you stepped in,” he added with a smile.

Your heart began to pound faster, and warmth crept into your face as you waited for him to say it. You were at the edge of saying it yourself. But then, in the corner of your eye, you caught a flash of shadow. To your horror, it resembled Camilla’s grandmother. She regarded you with a disappointed expression before vanishing from sight.

You did not know if your mind was playing tricks on you, but you felt your breath getting stuck in your throat but with fear this time. The voices from your dream also returned, silencing all the thoughts in your mind and screaming to stop yourself from making a mistake. 

“What I mean to say is…” Maglor took in a deep breath. 

“(Name). I come to…” he suddenly felt your hand become cold and noticed the panicked look on your face. 

“(Name). Is everything alright?” he asked with a worried tone since you looked like you were about to pass out. 

“I can’t…” you uttered as it became harder for you to breathe. Your mind fell frantic and now all you could think about was to run away. 

“I’m sorry. I can’t. I need to…” you stood up, feeling your heart pound painfully against your chest. The voices in your head became louder. 

“I need to go!” you exclaimed then bolted out of the garden. 

“(Name)!” Maglor called out as he stood up, but you had already fled the garden, disappearing from his sight.

Worry seeped within his heart. He was not certain what it was that caused such a reaction from you, but he had a feeling it was not him that scared you away, but something else, something that made you afraid and run away like a deer getting chased by a wolf. He quickly went after you, worried you might end up hurting yourself in a state of panic. 

After hours of looking for you, Maglor quickly came to your apartment and hastily knocked on the door. He stopped when he heard footsteps inside and prayed you were there since he had failed to find you in other places in Himring. 

In a minute, Camilla opened with a confused frown. 

“What’s going on? Why are you here? Aren’t you and (Name) supposed to be on a date or something?” she questioned. 

“Well, we were in the garden, and I was going to confess my feelings to her, but then she was frightened by something. She kept saying she couldn't do it and needed to leave. Then she disappeared,” Maglor recounted. “I got worried and went looking for her, but she's nowhere to be found. She did not return here, did she?” he asked, concerned. 

“No,” Camilla shook her head. 

Maglor released a heavy exhale. “I’m sorry. I might have overstepped, or…” he started, thinking he had gone overboard. 

“No. No, I don’t think you overstepped or anything,” Camilla shook her head. 

“I think it’s about the incident. (Name) asked me a pretty weird question today, but now that I think about it. She might still be affected by what happened in her previous relationship,” she explained. 

“What happened in her previous relationship?” Maglor asked.

"Way before we came into this world, during the last year of high school. It was a place we went to learn things. There was this boy, Jace. (Name) liked him a lot, and when he asked her to prom, I allowed it despite the rules since she really wanted to go. But then, without my knowledge, she started dating this boy, and… “ Camilla hesitated. “Well, like I said before, It did not end well,” she finished. 

“Jace… he somehow came in contact with hunters or was one in the first place. We didn’t care to find out which one was true. He learned about (Name)’s curse, and then, he tried to kill her,” she revealed, causing Maglor to widen his eyes in shock. 

“He shot her right in the chest with pure silver. The Frost breath barely saved her life. She was rushed to the hospital, but any seconds wasted, she wouldn't be standing here today,” Camilla explained. 

“That’s… awful,” Maglor uttered, horrified at the thought of you being at death’s doors, by the hands of your former lover as well. 

“After she recovered, (Name) never dared to go against the rules again. And it seems she’s still affected by it. She looked like she was over it, but now I realize it must have been the nightmares and the trauma she received that made her hesitant. She had also followed this advice my grandmother gave her after the incident, which was about never seeking love while she was still cursed,” Camilla said. 

“I think that advice is still in the back of her mind, and that’s why she freaked out and ran away,” she added. 

“But where she could have gone? I looked everywhere in Himring,” Maglor questioned. 

“There’s a high chance she left Himring, and I have one idea where she could have gone,” Camilla stated as she grabbed her cloak. 

“Where?” Maglor asked as she walked out and closed the door. 

“To our old village, we lived there a whole year before meeting you. Now, come on,” She answered and the two left the apartment and went to fetch horses to leave Himring. 

The moon was high in the sky, shaped in a sharp crescent form. The stars painted the sky as Camilla and Maglor arrived at the village that now stood as ruins since the night of the attack. Few burned houses still stood, and plants have now covered everything. 

The two stopped at your former burned-down house. Camilla climbed down and tied the reins to the intact wood post. 

“I’m gonna go check the village, you can check the house and the woods,” Camilla said as she started searching the village. 

Maglor jumped down from his horse. He glanced at your house which now stood as a haunting memory. He then turned his gaze toward the forest, and one place came into his mind. He left his horse with Camilla’s horse and made his way to the place where you two first met. 

He came to the familiar tree and there he found you leaning against the tree, sitting on the same spot where he first laid his eyes upon you. 

“(Name),” he said softly. 

You jolted a little then looked at him. He frowned when he noticed redness in your eyes, meaning you had been crying. 

“Oh, Maglor. Hey… I’m sorry for freaking out earlier and bolting out. I swear I was gonna come back,” you answered as he sat beside you. 

“It’s alright. I was more worried about you…” he said. 

“Listen… Camilla told me about your previous relationship and what happened,” he explained. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry,” he said. 

“No, no, you don’t need to apologize. I should have told you earlier. It’s just…” you struggled to find the right words. “I… I don’t know how to talk about it,” you uttered. 

“I sometimes still see nightmares about it, the sound of the shotgun explosion, the screaming, the sensation of feeling my chest being blown open and the struggle to breathe with the bleeding and the Frost Breath growing out of my lungs,” you described. 

“I can still sometimes feel the lingering ache in the scar on my chest, because it's the only wound that never disappeared,” you uttered, feeling the scar through your shirt. 

“But that was not the only way I was hurt,” you said. 

“Can you imagine getting nearly killed by an ex-lover, especially when everyone else warned you of the consequences?” you asked as you looked at him. 

“I felt so stupid when it happened,” you exclaimed, struggling to contain the tears. 

“And I won’t make excuses. I went behind my adoptive family’s back because I was desperate… desperate for something normal, something so simple as love,” you said quietly. 

“Anything not to be excluded and feel like… I’m not human,” you mumbled. 

“But you are very much human,” Maglor said. 

“Camilla’s family and everyone at the compound said the same, but…” you started. “In their eyes, I needed to be safely contained and at arm’s reach, in case something happens or if I lose control of myself,” you finished

“They didn’t treat me badly, but it also felt like they never saw me beyond my curse. I did not feel like a human even in their care,” you said. 

“Then I did something stupid as trying to date a normal person, who had no idea that I was cursed with something so bad as a Wendigo,” you stared at the grass in front of you as the tears fell from your eyes again. 

“I don’t think it was stupid, nor do I think it was your fault. That boy was easily persuaded to cause harm to you instead of giving you the chance to explain yourself,” Maglor stated. 

“Well, people in my world are easily scared by something they do not understand,” you replied. 

“You are perhaps the first person who gave me the chance to explain myself when you found out what I was,” you said, remembering when you attacked the orc camp and found him trapped there. 

“(Name),” Maglor said then grabbed both of your hands into his. 

“I admit I was scared and confused when I found out about your curse, but I saw a long time ago that you were not an evil person, who wishes harm upon others,” he explained and looked at you in the eyes. 

“I see you beyond your curse. I adore the light you have brought into my life and how you would smile and tell stories to your heart’s content. I never got tired of hearing them,” he said with a smile. 

“This curse of yours has robbed you of many joyful things, and if you allow me, I would be more than happy to give you my heart,” he added. 

“But what if things go wrong and I end up hurting you as a beast? Or when I age and leave this world behind?” you questioned. “I once saw a dream where I ended up losing control and then I drowned in an ocean of blood,” you revealed. 

“I don’t want to hurt you in any way. I feel like that’s the worst thing I could do to you,” you sniffed. 

“I’m not worried about the curse, especially when you have now found the medicine to control it once more. And I know you would eventually leave this world as you are not immortal, and I am willing to embrace it once the time comes,” Maglor said as he held his hand against your face. 

“Compared to me, you are more deserving of good and things that make you happy. It would only pain me more to see you deny yourself of those,” he stated

“I…” more tears began to run down from your eyes. 

You sniffed and grabbed onto his warm hand, instinctively leaning into it. “I don’t know what to say,” you mumbled. 

“Then don’t… let the tears come out,” Maglor said as he pulled you into his arms. You were surprised by his gesture, but when you felt that familiar sense of warmth and safety, you began uncontrollably weeping, holding on to him tightly. 

Maglor held on to you, gently stroking your hair as you released all the tears and the pain you had held back over the years. His heart ached for you, but he knew this was what you needed. 

You cried for minutes and when you felt like you had released everything, you pulled out of his embrace, drying your tears. 

“Thanks… that helped a little,” you said as your eyes burned red.  

“I’m certain it's what you needed,” Maglor said as he still held onto your hand, squeezing it gently. 

“I guess… an honest conversation can fix up many things and release bottled emotions, huh?” you said with a smile. 

“But are you certain that you can love someone like me? I’m literally cursed with one of the worst creatures known in my world,” you questioned. 

“I meant what I said. And I’m not worried about the beast because I know you have the strength and ways to control it. Even if you do lose control or are unable to control it for the time being, I would still stand by your side,” Maglor said. 

You stared at him before releasing a laugh. “Shit. I think you are the medicine I needed all along…” you said, making him softly smile. 

“Maglor, I…” you began, trying to push yourself to say it. 

“I…” you struggled as the word refused to come out of your mouth. 

“Damn it! Why is it so hard to say?!” you cursed. 

“Then allow me,” Maglor pulled your hand toward him. 

You watched as he brought the back of your hand in front of his lips then placed a kiss that nearly felt like a touch of a feather on your skin. Your face warmed up by the gesture. 

“(Name), I love you. Will you give me the honor of courting you?” Maglor asked with a loving smile. 

You inhaled, nearly too nervous to answer. 

“Yes… I would love that,” you answered. 

The cold of the night seemed to have vanished in that moment and you felt yourself finally become free from the past. Hand in hand, Maglor led you back to the village, where Camilla was waiting with the horses. 

“Nice for you to show up after running away?” Camilla said with a glare. 

“Yeah… sorry about that,” you uttered. 

“So, I guess you two are official now?” she said, glancing at your conjoined hands. 

“Yep, after a lot of talking and releasing emotions,” you answered while drying your eyes. 

“Hm. Cringe,” Camilla said. 

You frowned at her. “Well, fuck you too! At least I got a boyfriend now,” you said, pointing at Maglor, who only snorted. 

“Anyway, are we ready to go now?” Camilla said. 

You glanced at Maglor, who only gave a reassuring smile. 

“Yeah, let’s go home,” you replied. 

[hoarding-niffler]

Not-friends

This has been a request where I was asked to combine the prompts “Okay, maybe I have a crush on you! So what?” and "What could you possibly be this stressed about?” in a oneshot for Sebastian and my OC Faye. 

I still need to learn how to write both Ominis and Sebastian, so I hope I didn’t butcher them too much. But I had lots of fun, loved to put my OC in there and am eager to practice the boys some more. 

I hope you enjoy! 

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Ominis’ fingers glide across the embossed printing of his Advanced Potions book, trying to understand and internalise what he’s reading about Veritaserum and how it’s properly brewed, when Sebastian’s voice gives him pause.

“I think I’m ready.”

Ominis nods despite not knowing if his friend will even see his reaction, closes the book, and reaches for his wand.

“No, wait. Just one more minute… then I’m ready.”

Ominis sighs and rolls his eyes—a gesture learned despite never having seen someone else do it—whilst falling back down onto his bed. He decides not to pick up his book again; even he has to admit that today calls for celebration, not excessive study time. He doubts that he could learn anything even if he tried, thanks to Sebastian positively pacing from one end of the room to the other, muttering under his breath just loud enough to disrupt his thoughts. He doesn’t need the gift of sight to know that his friend is scurrying about like a frightened mooncalf, oozing tension with every step.

Ominis puts his hands behind his head, careful not to rub off the pomade keeping every single hair in place and listens in on Sebastian’s mumbling.

“This should do it… oh, no, this won’t work. Damn. Where is my…? Ah, there. Green? Black? Or maybe silver!”

“Dear boy, you look marvellous! Dashing. Nothing less than dapper!”

Ominis lifts an eyebrow. Despite never using them, he knows that each dormitory is furnished with a full-length mirror with an enchanted Gargoyle’s head on top. Slytherin’s mirrors tend to be quite blasé if not downright condescending whenever someone steps in front of them, so hearing the light voice excessively compliment his friend comes as a surprise. Sebastian must’ve really gone all out tonight.

“Oh, what do you know, you’re an antique piece of rubbish at best!”

He also seems entirely unimpressed.

The mirror gasps, retorting with a flippant ‘I say!’ before falling quiet once more.

Sebastian continues to fill the silence with his quick steps across the various rugs, but Ominis has had enough. He sits up with a swift movement, his hands checking if his hair needs a bit more Sleakeazy’s before finally lifting up his wand. He walks over to his friend with practiced steps and leans against his wardrobe, effectively stopping Sebastian from rearranging his outfit for the umpteenth time today.

“Sebastian, what could you possibly be this stressed about? At this pace the Yule Ball will be over before we even get there. Stop worrying.”

Sebastian lets out a huff but seems to stop pacing.

“Easy for you to say with your perfectly coiffed hair and flawless complexion!”

Ominis sputters. Since when did Sebastian notice these things? And since when does he sound so… petulant. He knows his friend to be stubborn to a fault, but this is something else. He furrows his brow, resigning himself to make the decision for the both of them.

“You are ready. Let’s go.”

Without waiting for Sebastian to either agree or disagree—confident his friend would vehemently deny his assessment—Ominis points his wand away from him, reaches for Sebastian’s overpriced dress robes and guides them out of their dormitory towards the Great Hall.

Sometimes Sebastian wonders if Ominis’ trust in him is misplaced. It’s not long after they started going up the moving stairs that his friend’s hand loosens its death grip on his robes, convinced that Sebastian will dutifully follow him. While he’d be flattered in any other circumstance, it now takes everything in him not to double back to their room and lock the door. Who wants to visit the poxy Yule Ball anyway? If he wanted to attend, Sebastian would’ve chosen his absolute best dress robes, his current ensemble is second-rate at best. He would’ve spent not one, but three hours in front of the mirror, trying to tame the abomination that most call hair—or whatever sentient being decided to grow on top of his head. No, he did not look forward to the Yule Ball, and he certainly did not make an effort to convince people otherwise!

The first few times Sebastian trips over his own feet Ominis doesn’t react, but after the fifth time he suddenly stops and turns on his heel, nearly throwing him off balance and back down the staircase. Not that he’d mind too much at this point…

“Sebastian.”

“What?” Wait, was that his own voice? Why did he sound so out of breath? Must be these endless steps!

“What’s wrong?”

Sebastian stares at his friend, not sure how to respond. He balls his fists and…Merlin, why are his palms clammy? What is it with this castle and the sudden humidity? His skin is itching as well, must be these low-budget robes he spent a year saving up for.

Realising that the silence between them is stretching into awkward territory, Sebastian clears his throat, shrugs, and starts to move past his friend, further climbing towards his demise. Ominis follows him closely.

“There is nothing wrong. Stop worrying! The robes are just a bit too long, I’m not used to—”

“They are not, Sebastian. You told me how you had them custom-made. They fit you perfectly.”

Sometimes he hates Ominis for being such a good listener.

Finally reaching the corridor towards the Great Hall, Sebastian lets out a heavy sigh and leans against one of the stone walls. He presses his palms against the cool slate, hoping to give his overheating body some relief.

He knows Ominis can’t see him. He’s aware there’s barely anyone around anymore—most students have already gathered in the hall—but he still needs to close his eyes to say what’s on his mind.

“It’s—it’s Faye,” he finally says.

“Did something happen?”

Ominis sounds surprised, even worried, something that would warm a certain spot inside Sebastian’s chest if his mind wasn’t occupied with this damn Yule Ball and its… implications.

“No! I mean, yes?” Sebastian presses his now cool hands against his eyes, groaning into his palms, “I—I saw her earlier! Ominis, she was wearing a dress!”

“…And?”

How can his friend sound so unimpressed? Doesn’t he realise how serious this is?!

“And she’s a girl!”

He can hear Ominis’ hand slap his forehead with remarkable velocity.

“Your perceptiveness would bring Salazar to his knees, Sebastian. Why is that a problem?”

Sebastian’s hands instinctively find his hair—it couldn’t look much worse anyway—and start to rake through them.

“Because I can’t ignore it anymore! She, she is my—our—friend. She was always our buddy. One of us. We fought Ashwinders together! And now she’s wearing a dress and looks pretty in it, she’s probably already waiting and what if this,” his hands wave erratically up and down his body, not that Ominis could see, “is not enough?”

He stares at his blond friend, waiting for a reaction but all he gets is a hearty chuckle.

“How can you laugh at my—at my despair?!”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” Ominis scoffs and steps towards him, slowly putting a hand on his shoulder and gives it an affirming squeeze.

“She did ask you to go with her to the Yule Ball, did she not?”

He gives a half-hearted shrug but hums in agreement.

“She didn’t ask you while you looked all ‘dashing and dapper’. She asked you while you looked how you always do. It will be fine. She likes you.”

Sebastian looks at his friend, searching for any insincerity but finding none. He takes a deep breath, willing his body to lose some of its tension.

“But what if she doesn’t like me enough and only asked me to go as friends?”

“I didn’t.”

Ominis yelps and Sebastian is sure his heart just stopped beating. Faye—smart, beautiful, conveniently quiet Faye—is standing behind them, an odd look on her face he’s never seen before. He can feel his cheeks heating up in embarrassment and his hands leave his hair only to scratch at the back of his neck.

It takes him a distressing amount of time to clear his dry throat and address her.

“How…how much did you hear?”

She cocks her head to the side, a shy smile spreading her lips. Wait, are they glistening? Salazar, help him.

“Well, I’m finally aware that I’m a girl. So, thanks for that.”

Ominis snorts—snorts! —as he lets go of Sebastian and lifts his wand to guide him the rest of the way to the Great Hall. Sebastian’s shoulders slump in defeat.

“I really put my foot in it, huh?”

Faye steps closer, smiling up at him. One of her hands reaches out, smoothing down his hair and adjusting his bowtie. His eyes follow her movements with interest until she speaks.

“Both, I’d say.”

He bites his lip, looking anywhere but her face.

“It’s just, I—”

Something is bubbling up inside of him. This itching, cloying feeling he’s had ever since fifth year. Ever since they fought their first Troll together. Something heavy coils in his stomach, his heart pounds like it wants to break out of his chest and before he can stop himself, he steps closer and practically barks at her, “I—maybe I DO have a crush on you! So what?! That’s no reason to make fun of—”

“I’m glad.”

It takes but two words to leave him speechless. Helpless.

His eyebrows lift as he looks down at her, and notices how her cheeks start to redden. Faye’s fingers, now jittery and—dare he say it? —shaky, slide up towards his elbow to eventually link her arm with his and slowly pull him along. Her hair falls into her face as they walk and if he didn’t know any better, he’d say she was trying to hide from him. Her normally clear voice sounds meek. The penny has dropped.

“I didn’t ask you to the Yule Ball as a friend.”

Sebastian is convinced that her dress, albeit pretty and flattering, can’t possibly be that interesting to warrant her staring at it continuously.

“More as a…not-friend.”

Multiple pennies.

“Huh.”

“I-is that okay?”

Sebastian takes in a deep breath to steady himself, before nodding.

“…It is.”

As soon as the words left his mouth Faye presses her face into his upper arm and he can feel the heat of her blush permeate his robes. A smile, soft and honest, something Sebastian rarely shows anyone, tugs at his lips and his arm pulls her just a little bit closer. Her dress rustles softly and the little sparkling stones woven into the fabric glitter with each step as they make their way towards the Great Hall, ready for the Yule Ball, ready to dance the night away as not-friends.

[good-beans]

Ooh! 💌 and 💚 for Faye? 👀👀

Her romance style has gotten a bit healthier since her Alm-obsession, but Faye still throws her whole self into romances. She lets it touch every aspect of her life, in the best of ways. When she’s crushing on/dating someone, absolutely everything will make her think of them. She won’t put them above herself, but she’ll consider them when making plans for the day. When she puts on her outfit she’ll imagine what they’ll think of it. She’ll take certain pathways around town to meet her partner, or spend extra time walking with them.

She’s suspicious of fake or exaggerated compliments, but even the most basic, genuine comments can turn her into a blushing mess. She gets flustered extremely easily. Like, she can accidentally fluster herself if she says something a bit too romantic/sentimental. (When she gets too excited, her mouth can move faster than her mind, causing her to blurt things out that surprise both her and her partner.) Sometimes it’s something a bit more vulnerable than she meant to admit, sometimes it’s something more suggestive than she meant to say, and sometimes it’s simply something she thought was embarrassing that her partner thinks is cute.

Though she retains her more quiet personality, being in love unlocks a new, tougher side of Faye. She becomes fiercely protective over her partner. In ordinary situations she becomes the “excuse me, they asked for no pickles!” person. On the battlefield, she unleashes newfound power and courage in order to protect the person she loves. It doesn’t matter if this impresses or frightens them, (any class) Faye is willing to pick up the nearest weapon and take out the nearest enemy endangering them.

~

There is always someone for her to spend the day with: whether one of her friends is separated from their lover, just got their heart broken, or is also just vibing like her, she gathers up all the single people for a massive hangout. (Even if they don’t really want to, nobody can say no to that sweet face…) She meticulously plans a bunch of activities to keep everyone busy and bonding. Activities include playing games, exercising, baking (an obscene amount of sweets), eating (an obscene amount of sweets), doing something crafty, and settling in for trading stories. If they’re in a good mood, they’ll bring their desserts to the public and hand them out as a Valentine’s special. If they’re bitter with broken hearts or amatonormativity, they’ll keep everything to themselves. 

She gathers up her friends in the morning, and most don’t go home until late into the night, if at all. She prepares extra sleeping arrangements for anyone who ends up sleeping over. It started out something she did on a whim – it was her first year realizing that about herself, and she needed something to keep herself feeling connected and cared about (and she’s always looking for a way to stay close with her friends). As the years go on, though, it becomes An Event. The others recognize it as a holiday all on its own. She picks up new regulars, who introduce new activities and recipes and stories into the mix. 

There’s one year when Faye is caught up in some rough emotions, and calls the whole thing off. She plans on staying in and finishing her latest sewing project on her own, explaining that she doesn’t have the energy for anything else. She assumes everyone will be grateful for a break that year. She’s shocked to discover that the others really look forward to the whole thing. They bring the event to her – though, they remember what she said about having low energy. They all come with a sewing project to work on by her side (even those who have never picked up a needle in their life), promising not to bother her and be too rowdy. Maybe they all sew together peacefully, or maybe in her surprise she finds the energy to do their usual games. Either way, the holiday is just as good a time as always.

[sirvingart]

This is a bit of a side character in my Inquisitor Ren's story, but this is Faye Amell. During Inquisition when she can go into the field, she's a mage that prefers to use archery as a Tempest. She uses her own magic instead of potions, however. She's a very gentle person at her core, but struggles with the balance of head versus heart after having her tranquility reversed. I also included what she would most likely do if she were the Inquisitor.

Faye throughout Inquisition is looking for a way to help Ren, as well as how to become whole after everything that's happened to her. She also fell for Josephine and fell hard; After the events of Trespasser Faye moved with her to Antiva.

More on her under the cut cuz I think she's nifty. Next I'll include my twins that Inquisitor Ren befriends.

Faye was the second eldest of five children and was born in the Free Marches, and taken to the Starkhaven Circle after her magic appeared at the age of 7. Shortly after her Harrowing, when she came into contact with a demon of Tragedy that frightened her. Wanting to do the right thing, she went to pray, and ended up telling a Chantry member she thought she could trust--which was ultimately the wrong move. Faye was made to be Tranquil at the age of 16, around 17 years prior to Inquisition.

In 9:31, Faye was being moved to the Kirkwall Circle after Starkhaven burned to the ground by a single Templar escort, and as they neared Sundermount, and due to a rush of spirits in the weakened part of the Veil, Faye was touched by a rush of spirits, and in such, was cured. The outpouring of magic she endured led to the death of the Templar traveling with her.

She can't remember what happened, but Ren Lavellan and her mother found Faye curled up on the side of the road, facing the aftermath of getting her magic back alone. Ren's mother took Faye with her, and had her live in the woods nearby Clan Lavellan as she taught Faye how to live again, and how to use a bow and arrow if she wasn't comfortable with magic. In this time, Faye and Ren created a bond--they were sisters. With the death of Ren's mother, who continued to take in vulnerable mages to live with Faye, Ren took over the mantle of her mother, determined to keep her second family safe.

Faye is aware she has four other siblings--one being a Warden that helped to end the Fifth Blight-- but she only has concrete memories of her eldest brother. She's aware she has a fractured family and part of her character is finally locating her missing family members and reaching out.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

into the silent land

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Willis Todd is arrested before he can cheat Two-Face and be murdered in this AU. He regains custody of his twelve-year-old son, Jason, and they rebuild their relationship. Can Willis make up for his mistakes, or is he doomed to repeat history?

(The title comes from a line in the poem, Remember, by Christina Rossetti).

Chapters: 6/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Willis Todd, Original Character(s), Faye "Ma" Gunn

Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergent AU, Father-Son Relationship, Good Parent Willis Todd, Willis Todd Redemption, Mentioned Sheila Haywood

Chapter Six: A Tale of Two Cousins

Pete drove Willis to the post office after he finished cooking, and Willis sat in the car, wringing his hands. “Are you alright?” Pete asked. 

“No, but I’ll get there. How’s Lissy?” Willis questioned in reply. Their exchange softened Willis. 

“Melissa’s alright. She’s got the kids. Do you remember Melissa’s oldest?” Pete questioned. 

Willis chuckled. “Yeah. I drove Melissa to the hospital with no license when she went into labor. I was scared to death… And her husband was out of town, so she made me stay with her. Twenty-six hours… Man, oh man that was terrifying,” Willis replied, “You know, Melissa was the only person other than you that ever cared about me. The time I stayed with her were some of the happiest years of my life. Melissa, Danny, and Au—.”

“She’s Amber now,” Pete whispered. 

“Oh, Amber. How’s she doin’?” Willis corrected himself.

“She’s good. Amber’s into art and books now. She uh—. She’s been asking about you a lot,” Pete replied as he stopped at the light.

Willis looked up. “Are we headed to see Lissy?” Willis questioned. 

“Not if you don’t want to. I just wanna spend some time with you,” Pete replied.

“I could… I could handle seeing Melissa today,” Willis whispered. 

**

Willis sat in the car while Pete went to the door. He looked away, frightened of what his sister would think. He chewed his bottom lip, fidgeting with his jacket. He heard footsteps in the snow and frantic knocking on the window. He turned to see a rapidly greying blonde woman with tears streaming down her smiling face. Willis half-smiled, opening the car door. He barely had time to step out before she embraced him. “Billy, how are you? You’ve still got a baby face,” Melissa whispered as she held his face. “Wow. I can’t—. I’m glad you’re here. What are you doing here?” 

“ I can’t come and see my sister? Lissy, Dad said you were worried about me… Do you—? Do you want to have dinner at my place sometime this week?” Willis whispered. She embraced him again. Willis wrapped his arms around her, smiling uncontrollably. He hadn’t seen her since he met Sheila. Melissa pinched his cheek. 

“Of course, I do. You’re here. Come in. Come in,” Melissa urged him. She dragged him toward the house, and Willis froze up. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to enter, he was afraid of what he’d see if he did. “Melissa, I—. Lissy, can we sit outside for a second?” Willis whispered. “Here, I don’t want you to get cold.” He took off his jacket and draped it over her. 

“Billy—.” 

“Come on. You know me. I never get cold,” Willis half-joked. She pulled his hat over his ears. “I have a son now… Did Dad tell you that?” 

“He didn’t. Maybe he wanted you to tell me. How old is he?” Melissa gently asked as she took Willis’ hand and looked at his tattoos. It was a tender gesture on her behalf. She was always careful with Willis, treating him like a fragile little boy. 

He didn’t mind. “My kid’s twelve… He’ll be thirteen in August,” Willis answered, “You had any kids after Amber? Dad told me about her. She’s writing now. That’s pretty cool. I’ll have to look into it. Amber Vreeland the artist. I know you’ve gotta be proud of her.” 

“She wanted to write about you. I didn’t know what to tell her. I wasn’t sure if you’d be okay with that,” Melissa confessed, “And yeah… After Danny died, I spiraled for a little while, but I had a few other kids. I had twins in ninety-one. Gabriel and Gavin. Gabriel’s in culinary school in Los Angeles, and Gavin’s in modeling. They’re roommates. Then, I had Olivia in nineteen-two, Sarah in ninety-four, and Dillon in ninety-seven. Amber and Dillon are at home still. Dillon’s in junior high. He’s in seventh grade. Olivia’s in school for computers and Sarah’s a ballerina at the Metropolis School of Arts.” 

“Sounds like you’ve got some pretty good kids. What junior high does Dillon go to?” Willis asked. 

Melissa answered, and Willis bellowed. “No way… Are you serious? I was getting ready to pick him up,” Melissa laughed, “Dillon doesn’t have a lot of friends. He’s a little shy. His best friend is a nice boy, though.” 

“That’s alright… My son’s a little quiet, too. One of his teachers lives in my building. Ms. Cobb—.” 

“Dillon has Ms. Cobb! Are you going to the parent-teacher night?” Melissa interrupted. Willis nodded. They smiled at each other, and Willis turned away. “Why didn’t you come back to visit, Billy?” 

“Aww, Lissy—.” 

“I thought you were dead. I haven’t seen you in fourteen years,” Melissa chastised him. He rubbed his neck. “Are you doing okay at least?”

“I’m in AA and therapy. I’m staying out of trouble, and I—. Look at me, I sound like a kid—.” 

“No, you sound good. I’m proud of you. Did you leave because of what I said to you?” Melissa questioned. Willis ran a hand over his face. He didn’t want to cry in front of her. 

“Melissa, I don’t wanna talk about that. I don’t wanna—.”

“I shouldn’t have pushed you—.”

“Did you tell anyone?” Willis interrupted. She shook her head. “But you told Danny?” 

“I didn’t… I couldn’t. Did you leave because you were scared I’d tell someone?” Melissa asked. She rubbed Willis’ back. “Come inside, Billy… It’s cold.” 

Willis lay his head on her shoulder. “I thought you wouldn’t want me around anymore… And then I looked at Amber, and I thought about what would happen if she turned out like me,” Willis whispered. Melissa frowned. The front door swung open. 

“Uncle Billy?” a young woman’s voice whispered. 

Willis turned around and looked at the tall blonde with brown eyes and tattoos. “Amber?” Willis asked. 

“Pappy Pete told you?” Amber questioned in reply. Willis nodded. “Well… Are you gonna give me a hug, or what?”

Willis laughed as he stood up and opened his arms. They hugged and when he pulled away, he squeezed her nose between his knuckles. “How’s it going, Chunks?” Willis grinned. She had the same gap he did. “I can’t believe you’re grown up… Did your mom ever tell you that I cut the cord when you were born?” 

“She told me you passed out after you did it,” Amber laughed, “You don’t look forty to me. I thought you’d look older.”

“Thanks, Chunks. Do you remember me at all?” Willis questioned. 

“Uncle Billy… Of course, I remember you. I couldn’t sleep without you in the house,” Amber smiled.

“I know. When you were a baby, your parents used to sneak in my room and put you on my chest, so they could get some rest. They used to say your favorite sound—.” 

“Was your heartbeat… I know. I um—. I wanted to write about you. A collection of poems and short stories,” Amber interrupted. Willis’ smile faded. 

“Do you live in town?” Amber asked. 

“I do… I live a few blocks from Restyffe Junior High,” Willis replied. 

“Dillon goes there. Mom, did you tell him about Dillon?” Amber asked. Melissa nodded, sweetly smiling at her eldest daughter. 

** 

Willis waited by the front gate as the kids poured out. Jason trudged along, half-exhausted before he caught a glimpse of Willis. He ran at full speed, and Willis caught him and swung him around. “I’ve got a few surprises for you, Kiddo,” Willis grinned. 

A boy with big glasses and green eyes stopped beside Willis and smiled at Jason. “Hey, Jason. I was in the counselor’s office … Do you have a partner for the math quiz on Friday?” the boy asked. 

“Nuh uh. We can be partners if you want,” Jason answered. “Dad, this is Dillon Weiss. Dillon, this is my dad.” 

“Dillon, is your mom’s name Melissa?” Willis asked as he set Jason down. 

Dillon scrunched his nose up to adjust his glasses. “Uh-huh. Jason knows my mom. There she is, right there,” Dillon pointed to his mom and waved. Melissa walked over. 

“Hi, Dilly. Do you know who this is?” Melissa whispered. 

“This is Jason’s dad—.”

“Jason’s your son?” Melissa asked. 

“Small world,” Willis chuckled. Jason and Dillon exchanged looks. “You two kids are cousins. Melissa’s my big sister. We have the same dad.”

Jason and Dillon lit up. “Cool,” they grinned. 

“We’ve got a lot of catching up to do, Billy,” Melissa chuckled as she took her son’s backpack.

[hesitationss]

i'm hoping to do pitching events and apply for creator grants soon, so i'm asking a bunch of friends for feedback plus i am curious to see which idea tumblr likes too! i'm currently trying to figure out which one to focus on since they are all at similar stages of development. if you want, you can also share your thoughts about why you picked the one you did! descriptions for each concept under the cut.

Dirty River

Pitch: During the occupation period, a 16 year old is living with her mom in a pacified village where the military force is stationed to crush the guerilla army. After a near death experience in a the nearby river, a ghost-like monstrosity begins to torment the occupying imperialists.

Comp: Pan’s Labyrinth dir. Guillermo Del Toro x Spirited Away (Studio Ghibli) x ATLA (blood bending and painted lady episodes)

Audience & Genre : Young Adult with some mature themes (poverty, war, death) | Horror (Ghost story, Folk Horror), Drama, Historical Fiction.

Extra Info: Takes place in a mountain village in fictious 1940s china. the monster is a ghost woman made of eels. plot b is that the protagonist is being pressured into marriage, in a sense, the vengeful eel woman is her saviour. it's partly a retelling of puteri gunung ledang who made impossible requests of a sultan because she was not allowed to formally refuse his advances.

Swimming Lessons

Pitch: Elementary school student Winny Yee has been signed up for swimming lessons after her family receives a low-income qualifying membership at the YMCA. Attempting to recover from almost a decade of failed swimming attempts, she takes her first kicks and tries not to sink.

Comp: This One Summer by Mariko and Jillian Tamaki x Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson and [GN adaption artist] Emily Carroll

Audience & Genre: Middle Grade w slightly mature themes (poverty, social anxiety, puberty, gender) | Social Realism, Coming of Age

Extra Info: Winny has an undiagnosed developmental disorder that is somewhat mild so she doesn't receive support which is why she feels she is always "behind". Mature themes include things like growing boobs, precocious puberty from implied family and poverty stress and feeling anxious about occupying a changing body. Set in the Pairies.

Summer Flood

Pitch: Chinese-Canadian coming of age family drama - At the start of summer, 20 year old Kiana Hom and her family move back to her childhood home to care for her ailing grandfather after a frightening trip to the emergency room.

Comp: Bone by Faye Myenne Ng x This One Summer by Mariko and Jillian Tamaki x Driveways dir. Andrew Ahn

Audience & Genre: Young Adult/Adult | Coming of Age, Family Drama, Social Realism, Multicultural

Extra Info: Social realism topics include eviction, micro-agression from White Canadians, their elderly Indigenous neighbour being neglected by Accessible Transit, medical care neglect, mother-daughter tension, but overall learning to adapt and find joy despite adversity. Set in the prairies, like 2006?. Basically: cleaning up your hoarder grandfather's neglected house which is your childhood home and the memories that accompany that.

Skinning House

Pitch: Late 80’s - Childhood friends are re-united when Lucy’s neighbourhood is displaced from gas leak explosions. The large house of her family’s friend is one of both magic and horrors. Featuring - Witches, werewolves, queerness, hauntings/gothic themes, romance, coming of age.

Comp: Tithe by Holly Black x Mooncakes by Wendy Xu & Suzanne Walker x Mamo by Sas Milledge

Audience & Genre: Young Adult | Coming of Age, Fantasy, Horror/Gothic themes, Urban Fantasy

Extra Info: Lucy is the protag, but her childhood friend Cam is being magically tortured by their father who treats them like an animal since their mom (witch) turned them into a werewolf and went missing. Lucy, also a witch, is being hunted by something inside the house. Late 80's in a developing prairie city beginning just before winter.

thanks!!!! <333