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Kpop Self Insert Oc || masterlist
the beginning || act one
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(100% self-indulgent)
Fandom Name: Star Sailors
Rankings of Members’ Popularity:
Park Minseok - (6.4M Instagram Followers)
Kim Jisoo - (6M Instagram Followers)
Park Jiho - (5.7M Instagram Followers)
Kim Soyeon - (4.8M Instagram Followers)
->After she starts dating Dino, it increases by 500K
"어둠을 뚫고 빛나는 별들 안녕 우리는 오네리아"
“The stars who shine through the darkness, Hello we are Oneiria.!”
Oneiria
They debuted in 2022 when Soyeon was 22, Jisoo and Jiho were 21 and Minseok was 18.
Oneiria is known for its ability to connect with international fans by singing in multiple languages. Besides their native Korean, they’ve released Chinese, Japanese, and even English songs, showcasing their linguistic versatility.
Oneiria’s music often incorporates dreamy and ethereal elements, reflecting their fascination with dreams and fantasies. Their melodies and lyrics aim to transport their listeners to another world.
Oneiria is managed by Pledis Entertainment (HYBE), the same company as Seventeen and fromis_9.
Oneiria is actively involved in charitable work, with each member supporting different causes. Kim Soyeon, for instance, is an advocate for children’s education, while Park Jiho focuses on promoting mental health awareness.
Oneiria originally had 5 trainees, including the Final 4. However, the unnamed 5th trainee wasn't in the final lineup. This explains the gap between Jiho and Soyeon during the first few months of their debut when they greeted their fans.
Antis (They are mostly against Kim Soyeon)
Anti-fandom Name: Drowners (i died when i made this)
Anti-fans post unflattering photos and claim that Soyeon’s expressions are signs of arrogance, which leads to arguments among fans and negative media attention.
Anti-fans accuse Jisoo of plagiarism of another artist’s work, not knowing that the artist was him when he was still a trainee
Some anti-fans go further, accusing Kim Soyeon of being a “pick-me girl” who seeks attention from male fans. They misinterpret her confident demeanour and artistic choices, attributing them to a desire to please male fans, which creates a false narrative.
A group of anti-fans disrupt events where Soyeon is present. They shout offensive comments and even go as far as throwing objects, creating a hostile atmosphere for the artist and fans.
Minseok makes fun of the term “Drowners” all the time.
Kim Soyeon // Main Vocal // Leader [23 y/o] - self insert
Korean Name: Kim Soyeon [Soyeon-noona] 김소연
Chinese Name: Jin Yumei [Yumei-jie] 金雨梅
Sister of Jisoo; Godsister of Minseok and Jiho
Fan name: Serenity
Antifan name: Calamity
Height: 1.7m (11 Dec 2000)
fun facts~
Kim Soyeon’s vocals are one of the best in the industry. Her ability to hit both high and low notes effortlessly is a signature element in Oneiria’s music.
She’s a huge Seventeen fan and her bias is Dino.
She has an album titled “To the Me You Hate”
She’s fluent in Korean, Chinese, Japanese & English. (Studied languages in school)
She’s the only member in Oneiria who has a driver’s licence.
She owns a motorbike and uses it frequently.
She has 0 alcohol tolerance
She is good friends with the Maknae Line of Seventeen
She is also quite close to the Vocal Team (++ BooSeokSoon)
She gamed a lot when she was studying, so regularly games on her live streams.
Kim Jisoo // Vocals // Producer [22 y/o]
Korean Name: Kim Jisoo [Jisoo-hyung] 김지수
Chinese Name: Jin Wei [Jin Wei-ge] 金伟
Stage Name: Astra
Brother of Soyeon; Godbrother of Minseok and Jiho
Fan name: Asters
Antifan name: Midsters
Height: 1.72m (17th Nov 2001)
fun facts~
Kim Jisoo, under his stage name Astra, is renowned for his exceptional music production skills. His ability to compose and produce music spontaneously has led to the creation of many award-winning or award-nominated songs.
He’s fluent in Korean & Chinese.
He has a very high alcohol tolerance.
Fans only found out that Astra and his sister were half-Chinese after the release of their 2nd album, Dreamscapes. This increased their fan base by 50%.
Park Jiho // Main Dancer [22 y/o]
Korean Name: Park Jiho [Jiho-hyung] 박智昊
Brother of Minseok; Godbrother of Jisoo and Soyeon
Fan name: Jinx
Antifan name: Knock
Height: 1.8m (24th Nov 2001)
fun facts~
Park Jiho has incredibly smooth and precise dance moves. He is known for his exceptional freestyle dancing skills. Whether on stage or at a dance-off with friends, he can effortlessly create captivating choreography on the spot.
He’s skilled in various dance styles, including hip-hop, contemporary, and even traditional Korean dance, which he incorporates into Oneiria’s performances.
He’s fluent in Korean & Japanese.
He choreographs most of Oneiria’s dance routines.
He’s known for lightening the mood with his humour and practical jokes, making him the band’s resident prankster.
Park Minseok // Main Rapper // Maknae [19 y/o]
Korean Name: Park Minseok 박敏石
Stage Name: Mirage
Brother of Jiho; Godbrother of Jisoo and Soyeon
Fan name: Trixs
Antifan name: antics
Height: 1.7m (10th Apr 2004)
fun facts~
Despite being the maknae of Oneiria, he is a rap prodigy with a natural talent for delivering powerful rap verses. His lyrical skills have earned him recognition and respect in the K-pop industry. He often brings a touch of surrealism to Oneiria’s music.
Mirage is known for his multilingual rapping skills. In addition to rapping in Korean, he has explored rap in Japanese, further showcasing his versatility as an artist.
He’s fluent in Korean & Japanese.
He’s considered a fashion icon among fans.
discography~
Oneriophilia
Debut Mini Album:
Release Date:
12 January 2022
-> Hit song: Star Child
Title Track: Star Child
Other Tracks:
Serenades
Eclipse
Nebula
“For the children who feel like they never belonged, the stars shine for you.”
The concept for “Oneriophilia” by Oneiria appears to revolve around a theme of inclusivity and a message of hope. The tagline, “For the children who feel like they never belonged, the stars shine for you,” suggests that the album aims to connect with individuals who may have experienced feelings of isolation or not fitting in.
The title track, “Star Child,” symbolises a sense of uniqueness and belonging. The other tracks explore various aspects of this theme, with perhaps “Eclipse” delving into the challenges one faces, and “Nebula” touching on the idea of dreams and aspirations.
Dreamscapes
1st Full Album:
Release Date:
3 April 2022
-> Hit song: Echoes
Title Track: Divine
Other Tracks:
Echoes
Loved you
Dreamt of you
For you
Heaven's Love
云 - Chinese vers.
“Since we received so much love for “Oneriophilia”, I decided to release a full album!”
“Dreamscapes” by Oneiria appears to take a more spontaneous and creative approach compared to their debut album, “Oneriophilia.” The album’s concept is described as a collection of songs that are born out of inspiration and creativity. Kim Jisoo, also known as Astra, is highlighted as a talented music producer with a penchant for composing music that resonates with him, even without a specific reason.
The title track, “Divine,” reflects the emotions of being inspired by something greater. The other tracks explore a range of emotions and themes.
The overall concept of “Dreamscapes” is a musical journey through the spontaneous creativity of the members and the producer, capturing moments of inspiration and turning them into beautiful songs. It's an artistic expression of their creative process and their ability to release music that touches the heart without the need for a specific reason.
Seasons
Special Single Album:
Release Date:
10 June 2022
Title Track: Blossom
Other Tracks:
Golden
Radiance (Instrumental)
Zephyr
“I was so happy at our success that I just decided to write some tunes I had saved into a song. Fitting for the changing of seasons, no?”
“Seasons” by Oneiria is a special single album that celebrates the changing of seasons and embraces the idea of renewal and change. The concept is inspired by the changing of seasons, which is a metaphor for the band’s growth and evolution since its debut.
The title track, “Blossom,” suggests a theme of growth, renewal, and the beauty that comes with change. It could be a reflection on their journey in the music industry and how they’ve evolved and blossomed since their debut. The other tracks explore different aspects of the changing seasons.
The producer’s note implies that this album was born out of the band’s happiness and success, and it’s a spontaneous creation that captures the essence of their journey so far.
Nocturne
2nd Mini Album:
Release Date:
7 October 2022
-> Hit song: Whisper
Title Track: Whisper
Other Tracks:
Silent Crush
Euphoria - Japanese vers.
Forget
“I had many sleepless nights with the tune of “Whisper” stuck in my head. So I released a mini album. No special reasons.”
“Nocturne” by Oneiria embraces the theme of the night and the mysteries and emotions associated with it. The album’s title explores the world of night and all that it encompasses.
The title track delves into the idea of secrets and quiet emotions shared in the night, capturing the hushed, intimate moments that occur when the world is still.
“Silent Crush” could further explore the theme of hidden feelings and the unspoken, while “Forget” might deal with the idea of leaving behind the past and starting anew. The Japanese version of “Euphoria” by Mirage was an experimental song.
The album reflects a genuine and creative approach to music-making, capturing moments of inspiration and turning them into art.
Dystopia
Surprise 2nd Full Album:
Release Date:
12 January 2023
-> Hit song: Hold Me
Title Track: 假如世界消失
Other Tracks:
Rock my World
Someone I Loved
Ruined Worlds - Japanese vers.
다른 세계
Gone
Hold Me
“Our first rock album! It’s part of our Dystopian AU if we were all still holding on to our grievances. Warning, this album is full of agony. Happy Anniversary, Oneiria.”
“Dystopia” by Oneiria presents a unique and intriguing concept, marking their 1st anniversary with a surprise 2nd full album. This album delves into a darker and more intense theme, creating a contrast with their previous releases. The title suggests a narrative that explores a world in chaos, perhaps highlighting societal issues or inner struggles.
The title track delves into a sense of despair, contemplating the idea of a world falling apart or disappearing. The other tracks further explore the themes of loss, pain, and emotional turmoil. “다른 세계” (Another World) introduces a sense of escapism, offering a glimpse into an alternative reality.
This album is their first rock album and is part of a Dystopian Alternate Universe (AU), where the members are still holding onto their grievances. It’s described as an album full of agony, indicating that the music and lyrics may touch on intense and emotional themes.
This marks a significant shift in Oneiria's music and concept with a thought-provoking and emotionally charged album that contrasts with their previous releases.
Reflections
3rd Mini Album:
Release Date:
23 March 2023
-> Hit song: We Are // Mirage
Title Track: Mirage
Other Tracks:
Breathe for Me
Gravity
Solitude
We Are
“To Soyeon.”
“For our biggest supporter, our protector and our guide to success.”
“Reflections” is Oneiria’s 3rd mini-album, and it explores the themes of love, self-discovery, and introspection. The album was written by all 3 male members for their leader, Soyeon. “Mirage” is Mirage’s first single and it was chosen as the title track.
The album encourages listeners to contemplate the various facets of love and the personal journey of self-exploration, all set to a captivating blend of pop and rock melodies. It is also a letter to Star Sailors, reminding them of Soyeon’s sacrifices for the group, and also her unwavering dedication to the K-pop industry.
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Soul of Bronze; Blood of Fire
Not Canon Compliant!!!
Helaena Targaryen x Targaryen Royce Oc
The Heir of Runestone would often joke that he should be referred to as Rhaegar Stone. Seeing as his father (Prince Daemon Targaryen) had no want for him and his mother (Lady Rhea Royce) was long dead. All jokes end when he and Ser Gerold Royce are summoned to the capitol by none other than King Viserys the First of his Name. The King wanting nothing more than to bring his estranged nephew into the fold, Viserys offers Rhaegar his so called Targaryen Right. A betrothal to the Princess Helaena and the chance to claim a dragon. Will Rhaegar be able to claim such a beast? Even if his valyrian skills were lacking? Prince Aemond seems to think so. Though he’s mostly is just thrilled to finally have someone around who’s willing to be his friend. Also the court begins to notice that the Princess Helaena seems to have taken a liking to the new prince. Much to her mothers dismay, who’s fighting tooth and nail to have the girl be given to Aegon. Something neither sibling wanted. To Rhaegar everything was going smoothly until the news of Laena Velaryon death had dampen everything.
Chapter 9: Rhaegar
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“Dohaeros!” The raven haired boy says causing his companions to snort. Aemond pinches the bridge of his regal nose.
“DohaerIS! Ris! Not ros. We’ve been over this.”
The older boys sighs in defeat. “Who am I kidding lads, the dragons will burn me to a crisp at this rate.”
He receives an encouraging pat on the back by Jacaerys. “Don’t be too hard on yourself cousin, you’re barely learning.”
Rhaegar knows the Velaryon boys reassurance is sincere but it did little too lift his spirits up.
“Besides” Aegon spoke up with, sporting his dashing signature grin. “Valyria wasn’t built in a day.” He throw his arm around his little brother Aemond.
“Ser Laenor said there are two dragons available not including the wild ones.” Aemond and Rhaegar share a look. Both boys reflecting unsureness. “Silverwing and Vermithor.”
“How about the The Bronze Fury for you cousin. It matches your heritage well!” Rhaegar made a face.
“The bronze will clash with my eyes.” The all erupt into laughter.
“Helaena told me this wouldn’t be my time.” The second son of the king said solemnly. “I’m not getting my hopes up.”
“What does she know? She also said when you get your dragon you’ll have to close an eye. What does that even mean?”
The rest of the boys shrug. Rhaegar feels like he should defend the princess yet he didn’t know how. Earlier they had explained that their sister often spoke to them in riddles. Aegon just thinks the strange ramblings are a sign of madness. While Aemond in private had told him Helaena could possibly have dragon dreams. The second prince swears that about half of Helaena’s strange riddles come true. Only that they are hard to decipher in the moment.
Truth be told this little discovery had made Rhaegar like Helaena more. The princess had taken his breath away from the moment he laid eyes on her. Thinking to himself that her beauty even out shone that of the moons. He had already thought her ethereal but now he was convinced Helaena was more a nymph than a princess.
Suddenly Rhaegar remembers the latest note the girl had snuck to him before departing to Dragonstone.
“Helaena wrote me a note actually…” all eyes on him now. He pulls it out from his black leather doublet. The inside a vibrant bronze color. He passes it to Aegon.
“He who eats the dragons flesh waits for you on the highest cliffside, tread with caution, yet not with fear and soon you both will reign over the mountainside.” Aegon rolls his eyes at his sisters none sense.
“You see Rhaegar! Pure rubbish!” The kings firstborn son exclaims.
Aemond however sees Rhaegar’s optimism as clear as day on his face, perhaps his cousin was willing to listen to Helaena. “Let’s do it!” Aemond says with a huge boyish grin. “Let’s see what waits for you on the highest cliffside!”
Reckless smiles break out on their faces. They race out the room, dashing down the hall so fast they could have been mistaken for a stampede. Servants swiftly moving out the way for the wild princelings as the made they’re way to the outside.
“And where are you boys heading off too in such a hurry if I might ask?” A sudden voice interrupted their groove.
Aegon tripping and falling causing the rest of them too fall as well. The four boys groan in pain helping each other up. Realizing it was his grace who stopped them, they boys bow down hastily. All ears burning with embarrassment.
Aegon was the first to speak, “Your grace, Ser Laenor, Ser Gerold we didn’t see you…” The King hummed disapprovingly.
The other two men raising brows at their respective kin. Ser Gerold had his arms crossed over his chest, his face reprimanding Rhaegar; no words needed.
“I hope you four weren’t on your way to the Dragonmont without us.” His voice stern but gentle. The boys shake their heads no. “No your grace, we actually wanted to go to the highest cliffside and view the ocean facing towards home.” Aemond said.
Not a complete lie Rhaegar muses.
His Grace fell for it though. “Very well! We still have some time before we head to the dragon caves. Meet us here in an hour.” He orders a two white cloaks to guard them. Rhaegar sends his Uncle Gerold sheepish grin causing the older man to squint his eyes at him suspiciously. He relents nonetheless.
They walk calmly out the keep knowing eyes were still on them, however as soon as their feet set foot outside they begin their stampede once more. The adrenaline pumping through the young princelings, making them laugh out joyfully. The guards have a hard time keeping up with the youth.
“If I remember correctly Jacaerys says “the highest cliff should be that way!” His chubby fingers pointing west. They slow down a bit. Needing to catch their breaths.
“I think we lost the guards.” Aemond huffs out in between breaths.
Aegon looks around them paranoid that the mention of white cloaks. “We need to search fast. If they find us now we won’t be able to pull this off. They’ll rat us out to father.”
They all nod in agreement. They keep walking, through the tall green grass. The type of grass that could also be found in the Vale. However here it was flat were as in the vale it was all hills and mountains. Lucky for them it wasn’t windy anymore like in morning. It felt pleasant out with the sun kissing their skin gently.
“Yes it’s here!” Jacaerys exclaims loudly. “The giant boulder I remember now!” It was huge. It has to be thrice the size of Sunfyre.
“I bet I can climb it!” Aegon says, they begin to debate who can climb up the boulder the fastest. Each one of them championing themselves. All the banter can to a halt when the low growl of something massive hit their ears.
“What was that?” Aemond asks, his lilac eyes glaring at his brother. “Aegon you can’t possibly be hungry again, we ate before we came!”
The older brother gives an insulted scoff “It wasn’t me you twat!”
“Yeah than what was it!” Aemond hisses.
“You guys” Jacaerys says trembling. “Look” they face towards the direction he’s pointing at.
Rhaegar’s lavender eyes filling with dread. Behind the boulder lays a massive dragon with the darkest shade of black scales Rhaegar has ever scene. “The Cannibal” Aemond squeaks.
‘He who eats the dragons flesh…’ Rhaegar felt the torch in his head light up. Was this what Helaena meant? If it was named the Cannibal than it’s because it partakes from its own kind… right? The obsidian dragon in question was currently laying its head on its arms sleeping without a care in the world. It’s horns flaring out upwards. They had to be as long as him.
The other three princes never knew what true fear was, until this moment. They clung together tightly shaking to the core of their bones.
“Fucking Helaena and her stupid riddles” Aegon hisses “When we get home we need to tell mother to get her an exorcism with the High Septon!”
Aemond tells him to shut up.
Rhaegar thinks back to the note ‘tread with caution, yet not with fear’. Helaena had seen it, she’d seen him with this obsidian behemoth. Rhaegar will trust her. If she’s to be his wife they’d need to learn to trust each other, so he’ll start now.
“Rhaegar no! That’s a wild dragon!” Jacaerys says frightened. “That one has never been tamed, many have tried and they have failed!” Aemond adds.
Rhaegar ignores them both. He walks quietly and slowly towards the beast. Which in return the beast heard the boys low footsteps. The wild dragon opens its eyes. Beautiful green wildfire eyes peering into his lavender ones. It lets out harsh growls from deep in its belly. A warning, to back away. Rhaegar doesn’t back down.
“Likiri” the raven haired prince says as he slowly sits on the ground. From behind he hears a hiss from Aegon. Rhaegar thinks he must look so stupid to them. To sit below the head of such a famed violent beast.
The Cannibal flares it’s nostrils not understanding what the boy in front of him was doing. They’re eyes still in lock with one another.
“Likiri” Rhaegar says again. The dragon lowers its head. The boys raises his hand slowly so the dragon can sniff it, The Cannibal takes only a single whiff. It bears it teeth at the odd human.
“Dohaeris” Rhaegars voice soft, almost cooing the word. It lets itself be petted as if he were a mere puppy. His cousins behind him have their eyes wide and jaws dropped.
“Dohaeris, dohaeris” now Rhaegar slowly gets up trying not to break the trance, making his way to the side of the beast climbing up slowly.
Now The Cannibal has had enough, shaking and bucking its body roughly. Rhaegar gripped one of its small black horns on its back tightly. Holding one for dear life. The beast wouldn’t submit, still the Heir of Runestone is determined to not let go.
He eventually makes it all the way up and mounts it properly.
“Sōves!” Rhaegar commands. He does for another five times. At least now The Cannibal had stopped its bucking.
“Valahd!” He tries another word. The dragon gives an annoyed roar and opts to lay its head down once more. Disinterested completely.
“Oh come on!” Rhaegar yells. He tries to command the obsidian beast over and over again, in the few words he had learned in High Valyrian.
Rhaegar looked over to his cousins who were still clinging to each other.
“Aegon are you reciting the prayer of mother?” He yells out to his cousin. Who doesn’t stop his prayer but nods dramatically. Great he made Aegon into believer again.
His thoughts return to the dragon, he tries commanding in the common tongue. It two proves futile. Rhaegar’s irritation growing rapidly. Desperation flowing through his mortal veins.
“Fłÿ” he yells out the top of his lunges in the old tongue. The tongue of his bronze ancestors. It was the last thing he could think of.
A low grumble vibrates through the dragons belly to Rhaegar’s bones. It almost resembles a cat like purr. The Cannibal lifts its head up titling in to its side.
“Dö ÿôû uñdèrštañd mè?” The rider continues in the old tongue. The obsidian dragon oddly begins to wag its tail. What in the seven hells? Rhaegar thinks to himself.
“Fłÿ wîth mè càññibłè!” The beast flaps it wings vigorously. Almost knocking the reckless boy off it’s back.
“Aaaahhh” the boys screams. The Old Gods and the New must be protecting him heavily. How else could one explain the iron grip Rhaegar had?
“RHAEGAR!!!” A voice roars. The boy sees Ser Gerold, Ser Laenor and King Viserys. Running towards him. Fear piercing they’re eyes.
“Get down Rhaegar!” Ser Gerold yells. His voice a mix of fear and fury. He unsheathes their ancestral sword Lamentation.
“I can’t!” He screams back.
The Cannibal roars majestically breathing out fire into the air.
“Hit the ground!” The Driftmark Lord yells grabbing the other boys making them duck into the grass.
“Fłÿ!” Rhaegar commands in the old tongue, with a king like authority.
Now the dragon does listen. Crawling off the cliffside and gliding into the golden orange sky. It roars proudly with no signs of opposition. They flew majestically over the shinning ocean water. The dragons large wings skimming the surface of the cool water. The Cannibal then elevates them into the heavenly like clouds. He felt water hitting his body. Clouds were just water? It felt beautiful. Rhaegar was now transfixed into another world. Taking in the beauty of the sky. He looks down below him everything looks so small. Like tiny ant hills.
“Woooohoooo” he yells out as his dragon zooms over Dragonstone. Faintly hearing the cheers of Aegon down below him.
He had been denied this for four and ten years? This feeling of freedom and addictive adrenaline? How would he be able to give this up?
“Tákè üš bàck Càññîbàł!” His mount listens, returning them back to the cliffside obediently, landing gracefully.
Rhaegar jumps off and his new friend, who immediately rolls on its back. This causes the rider to lift a dark brow.
“Whàt îš ît?” His voice low. The Cannibal uses its winged arm to bring him closer to his giant belly. “Ÿôü wàñt bèłłÿ šçràtçhèš?” Rhaegar asks in disbelief. Bringing his hands up to scratch him in the belly either way. Getting the impression that The Cannibal was more like a big puppy than the fierce dragon everyone fears so greatly.
“Prince Rhaegar!” Oh right, he forgot he had an audience. The men and the boys were at a loss for words. He walks towards them.
“Your grace…” he begins quietly he bends the knee. His raven curls covering his face. Shame begins to travel down his spine. While he was over the moon to have bonded with The Cannibal, reality was kicking back in. Rhaegar had just put them all in grave danger. He’ll surely be kicked back home now.
“I’m sorry!” He blurts out. Tears falling down his face, shame and guilt twirling around in his stomach. He didn’t want to leave his new found family with an awful impression. Rhaegar wasn’t reckless, he was usually level headed. The boy didn’t want to be separated from his cousins or dragon. Not when he’d just met them.
King Viserys brings up to stand taking in his nephews tears. Rhaegar readies himself to be screamed and reprimanded at but it never come.
“My nephew tamed a wild dragon.” His only hand grips his cheek. The kings own eyes filling with tears. “My nephew claimed The Cannibal!”
The king brings his into a tight hug. He didn’t see Rhaegar’s confusion nor the shock his sons and grandson have on their faces. His Uncle Gerold equally baffled.
King Viserys pulls away, “Ser Gerold may you hand me Lamentation?” The Valeman even more confused.
“Of course your grace.” He hands House Royce’s valyrian steel sword to his king.
“For doing what no other Targaryen has accomplished in our hundred years of existing and living here at Dragonstone, kneel nephew!”
Rhaegar’s heart hammering away. Was the king going to do what he think he’s going to do?
King Viserys raises the sword laying it gentle on his left shoulder. “In the name of the warrior, I charge you to be brave!” His voice for once sounding kingly. He taps Rhaegar’s other shoulder now. “In the name of the father, I charge you to be just!”
“In the name of the mother, I charge you to defend the innocent. In the name of maiden, I charge you to defend all women.”
The silence among the boys and men was nerve wrecking.
“Arise Ser Rhaegar Targaryen and Royce Heir of Runestone, a Knight of The Seven Kingdoms!”
The kings amethyst eyes sparkle with pride.
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So sentences that have words with letters that have accents (ex: fłÿ) are what I’m going to use for the old tongue. Thank you guys for reading! Comments are always welcomed! ❤️
#daemon targaryen x rhea royce#helaena targaryen x oc#original targaryen character#targaryen royce oc#helaena targaryen
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Mask of Rapture
When she received an invitation to play at a masquerade party on an infamous cruise ship, Maureen has an unfathomable hunch that something wrong will happen. Between her enchanting violin performance and the glamorous waltz, she encounters a mysterious masked man whom will introduce her to the horror that waits for all the passengers... and a promising passionate night with the devil himself.
Pairing : Vergil x Female Violinist OC/Female Reader
Rating : Explicit
Warning : Rough sex, SDT sex, mild blood, mild gore, blood kink, light dom/sub, exhibitionism, porn with plot
Keep reading or read it on AO3
Lady Midnight is an infamous luxurious cruise ship that sails from Red Grave to Europe continent for five days weekly. It’s known by its exquisite interiors and six-star service, as well as excellent cuisine and impeccable suites. Lady Midnight provides the best and elegant experience of travel curated to satiate the wanderlust of adventurists. The cruise ship is also known to hold a sophisticated dance party in the form of a masquerade party on the night before they reach back to Red Grave. All guests will be dressed up and gathered in the ballroom decorated with classic and stunning architecture, waltzing on the dancefloor until midnight.
Maureen won’t be here if it wasn’t because of the invitation from the owner of the ship. She received an invitation email and a request to be the guest violinist for the masquerade party in exchange for free vacation on Lady Midnight for five days. She’s no stranger for any invitation from wealthy people to play at their prosperous party, but this is her first time to be invited to a masquerade party. She had prepared a dress and the suitable songs to set the mood and perfect atmosphere for a masquerade ball weeks before departure.
After days floating on the ocean and discovering breathtaking yachting destinations, finally the big day is coming.
Maureen has performed countless times on stage, yet she still feels the nauseous gut whenever it comes about public appearance. But somehow, the psychosomatic feeling doesn’t really bother her right now. Maybe it’s because everyone will wear a mask, so she can avoid their curious and prying eyes on her. She’ll have more concentration to do her job. Just one or two hours playing, she reminds herself. Then I’ll enjoy Europe before the ship takes me back to Red Grave.
Maureen folds her hands on her chest as she observes a white long sleeve maxi cape dress, a pair of heels and a matching colombina mask on the bed. She was thinking of buying some fancier gown, but she finally decided to buy something comfortable to wear because she needs full concentration for the concert rather than paying extra attention to her clothing. Don’t have time to add exaggerated accessories and worry about whether it would look fine on me or not.
Satisfied with her choice of clothes, Maureen sits in front of the vanity table and begins to put some makeup on her face. She doesn’t put too much since she’s going to wear a mask anyway, so she emphasizes her full lips with mauve lipstick. Then she covers her body with the dress—its front thigh-high slit lifts her confidence. She straps the heels on her feet and puts the mask on to cover half of her face. Not bad, she watches herself in satisfaction while combing her black hair.
The party will begin approximately in half an hour. Maureen has received an announcement that there will be a briefing before the party starts and all the crew will be gathered. While she’s not part of the crew, she’s still expected to attend as a guest star and part of the orchestra team. She wastes no time anymore and takes her violin case, heading to the ballroom.
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Maureen senses something wrong since the first time she stepped on the stage.
She opens her violin case, observing the enticing violin and waits until the patrons of Lady Midnight—Lord and Lady Campbell arrive at the middle of the ball. The wife’s patron is smiling brightly as her husband bows down to ask her for a dance. While the couple are ready for the waltz and the applause from the guests are over, Maureen places the violin to her shoulder tucked under the chin and gives the audience a formal smile before drawing the bow across the strings. She can feel the tense atmosphere around the orchestra team as she starts to move the bow. Drawing the violin bow is like moving the pendulums; throw one and the other pendulums would follow before finally repelling back to the first pendulum. As light as a butterfly lands over the water and flies again at once.
Shostakovich’s Waltz No. 2 is her first play and everyone’s favorite song in every masquerade ball. The sound of a violin can capture emotions, even the ones that are buried deep in a human's heart. She has seen how humans surrender to the ethereal sound of harmony. They rise at the beginning of the song and fall to the bittersweet emptiness when it’s over, leaving the unfathomable ache in their heart. Which is the reason why Maureen loves violin. It’s like the violin speaks on her behalf. Her way to connect with the world.
Yet for the first time since a while, Maureen feels a jolt of perturbation come out of nowhere as she takes a glimpse to the crowd, searching for an answer.
Something is wrong, Maureen is certain about that. But what could it be—
And that’s when she caught the piercing blue eyes gazing at her behind a golden Venetian mask.
Curious, because Maureen can’t look away from the man who possesses those eyes. If only she could just ignore him, she would have succeeded to perform the perfect vibrato on the next notes. It wasn’t a fatal mistake, nor that people would’ve noticed the almost flat tone. But she’s a professional violinist. She shouldn’t have made an amateur move just because a man with striking eyes was watching her performance.
It was him, Maureen stared back at the mysterious man. From the stage, she can vaguely see his silver hair behind the mask. His tall and firm posture are visible, even if he stands between the crowd. All the people in this ballroom wear masks, and it’s odd that she can tell the way he looks at her is different from any other guests. It’s almost like he can see right through me…
As the patrons end their first dance, the guests make their move and sway to the dancefloor. The man with striking blue eyes disappears amongst the hustle. Maureen doesn’t know what kind of effrontery that consumes her to trail for that man from the corner of her eyes during the seamless transition she made to the next song. Gundry’s The Vampire Masquerade is probably her most favorite piece. The scandalous and fiendish tunes are extremely apt for this Halloween masquerade, and her prediction was right: the guests spin their body faster and swirl their illustrious and extravagant fabrics as if they’re hypnotized by the melody.
It’s hard for Maureen to find the mysterious man amongst the sea of eminent painting.
Who is he? Maureen asks herself. I sense something dangerous about him.
The dark and lustrous atmosphere lasts for one hour. When Maureen finally rests her hands, she can feel how tired she is. But it wasn’t because of her playing, it’s the unsettling feeling that constantly lingers all over the ballroom. She bows and smiles as the guests give their applause and appraisal before she takes her leave from the stage, blending in the crowd while the orchestra team continue their job. Lady Campbell welcomes her at the food section. She and a group of women in Victorian gowns hand her a glass of champagne and toasting for the success of the masquerade party.
“Miss Graves, was it? I’ve never seen such a divine and elegant performance! I was never an enthusiastic dancer until you tune your violin and enchanted us!” The woman in a red mask greets Maureen. Her glass is trembling a bit when she continues her appraisal. Maybe she’s drunk already, Maureen keeps her smile still as she thanks all the compliments from the women and observes the group’s chatter. They talk about recent destinations, some inconveniences of Lady Midnight’s service, gossip about some influential guests, and finally the one that caught Maureen’s attention; a disturbing issue that there could be a demon on this ship.
“My husband and I have a great concern regarding Lady Midnight’s security. He recruited the best security team and mercenaries to protect this ship. You don’t have to worry about the thing. They guard us until we’re back to Red Grave tomorrow.” Lady Campbell reassures the worried women, but Maureen can hear a degree of hesitation from her words.
“Mercenaries?” Maureen asks cautiously.
A woman in purple gown taps her shoulder. “You know, devil hunters.”
The women let out exaggerated gasps.
“It’s for precaution, of course,” Lady Campbell interrupts. “With the tragedy of a mysterious tree that happened three years ago, we can’t let our guard down anymore.”
“Agreed! Besides, we sailed for almost five days and there’s no update about the demon or whatever it is!” the woman in purple gown convinces them, taking a side with Lady Campbell.
“But Mrs. Tyrell, I swear I heard something hissing from the room beside me!” the woman in yellow mask shivers. “On the first night I thought it was just the sound of the sea, but last night I’m sure that it was something else. I’m not imagining things! Even my husband heard that too!”
“You’re not the only one who said that,” the woman in the golden lace mask agrees. “I heard Baron and Baroness Powell complain about the noisy sound from their room’s ceiling. They said it felt like there’s a snake up there! Could it be a demon? For God’s sake, we can’t even breathe for a second because those monsters are everywhere!”
The woman in green lace gown, whom Maureen considers to be the most beautiful than the rest of them, laughs at their worries. “Nonsense! Let’s not disrespect our patron’s kindness and just enjoy this party! If Lady Campbell said that this ship is safe, then it is!”
The other women seem to disagree with that unbelievable cheerful reassurance. But the patron’s wife exclaims her agreement, despite her forceful fake smile and excitement. “Miss Malia was right! Let us continue to live up this ball. Let me show you our rare collection of paintings in this ballroom. Miss Graves, please come join us!”
Maureen shakes her hand, even though the group shows their interest for her to join them. “I think I will stay a while for more champagne. Enjoy the tour, my ladies.”
The group bids their farewell, much to Maureen’s pleasure. She takes one more glass of champagne from the tray and swallows a half of it. The unsettling feeling is stronger after she heard the possible demon issue. That man. Was it him? Is he a demon? Maureen has seen demons in her life, but she can’t comprehend why she didn’t feel the same dangerous atmosphere as she was when she caught the mysterious man’s eyes…
… like she does right now.
The man is very much taller than she expected. His clothes show off the gallant and menacing impression; a dark blue ascot wrapped around his neck and black vest under black three-tailed coat with silver serpent patterns runs around the collar. His hands were covered by dark fingerless gloves. His black pants and gaiter boots emphasize his beautiful and toned legs. His face is covered in a simple golden Venetian mask, giving a contrast to his dark attire. Even without looking behind that mask, Maureen knows that this man must be gorgeous, and now he’s approaching her.
Oh God. It’s too late to run away.
The man hands her his hand. “My lady.”
Maureen hesitates, but it’s rude to ignore someone’s good intention. If only he really had a good intention to me, she smiles as she lets him give a light kiss on her palm.
“I must say that your violin performance was magnificent. It’s been a while since the last time I saw such a splendid performance.” The man’s husky voice is irresistible. He speaks in a calm and posh mannerism, yet the voice sends the chill down to Maureen’s spine. Moreover, she feels a strange heat rush inside her body. She looks at her glass, pondering if it was the alcohol did its trickery.
“Thank you. It was my pleasure to entertain the guest as well,” Maureen responds at the praise formally as usual. “Although I have to say, it’s my first time playing in a masquerade party.”
“Hard to believe that it’s your first time, with that eloquent violin play of yours. This ball finds its life thanks to you.”
“You’re too flattering, Sir.”
Maureen hears a chuckle behind the man’s mask. She’s so nervous that she imitates his chuckle out of courtesy. “Do you fancy champagne, Sir? I can get you—”
“Please, no need to offer me a drink. I’ve been told that the champagne is extraordinary, but I prefer not to drink.”
“Can’t stand alcohol?”
“I’m afraid so.”
“No way!” She doesn’t know where this audacity to tease him comes from. It must be the champagne, Maureen convinces herself.
The man chuckles again as he offers his hand. “Instead of drinking, I’d be honored if my lady doesn’t mind me asking for a dance.”
Maureen stares at his hand before taking a glance to the dancing floor. She notices the orchestra team is playing Gundry’s Tonight Ve’ Dance. I like this song, Maureen admits half-heartedly, but… this stranger… “I’m not particularly good at dancing.” she laments at her poor excuse.
“I can teach you,” Maureen can sense that he’s smiling as she catches a warmer gaze from the man’s eyes. “You will catch up in no time, I believe that.”
This man is persistent. Knowing that it’s useless to refuse his offer, she accepts his hand. Maureen observes the mysterious silver-haired man who leads her to the middle of festivity. He nods as he wraps his right hand on Maureen’s waist and his other hand reaches her hand. That little gesture surprises her and she doesn’t know why. She finds it hard to just breathe, sensing his fixated eyes on her lenient body in a strange, intimate way.
And it takes her whole bravery to finally put her left hand on his broad shoulder.
Neither one of them say a word as the man guides her tenderly in tune to the music. Maureen follows his movement thoroughly, stepping her left feet forward and backward. Their masked faces are facing each other, as if they are seeking answers from their unspeakable question. He raises their entangled hands, and she twirls gracefully before he holds her body, pulling her ever close to his embrace again when she turns around to face him again.
“Strange,” he remarks. “You’re unexpectedly a quick learner. Viennese waltz is quite tough for beginners.”
Thank God I wear a mask right now. “You must be an outstanding teacher then.”
“Quite the contrary, I believe you have talent in dancing,” the man chuckles. His caresses on Maureen’s back are subtle, yet it’s a sensuous one. “A natural one, apparently.”
Maureen can’t hide her canny smirk. “Alright then. I must confess that I was lying when I said I’m not good at dancing.”
The man moves his head forward, his mouth murmurs a whisper to the shell of her ear. “I knew that already, Miss Graves.”
The radiating warmth from the man’s layers of cloth sends a tingle of strange desire through Maureen at the touch. She clings to him tighter than before, not willing to avoid his cold blue eyes, not even dare to breathe for fear that he might notice her heated, sacrilegious desire. She was never attracted to strangers, until this man showed up and broke her rules. Her little white lie is just fueling the tension between them; his seems intrigued by the lie, but he says nothing. Instead he continues the dance as if he never heard her confession. His gaze indicates his attraction to her, witnessing how delicate she moves between his strong arms. Given their contrast vibes from their dances, anyone could mistake them as an angel and a devil—one is graceful and delicate in white gown, while the other one sparks perilous seduction in dark attire.
“You haven’t mentioned your name.” Maureen confesses her curiosity.
“I thought you would never ask,” he says lightly. “You can call me Vergil.”
“Vergil…” she mumbles the man’s name. Her vision drifts away as a brief memory resides in her head for a while. “Where did I hear that name before…?”
“If you’re familiar with Dante’s Divine Comedy, you’d find my name mentioned plenty of times there.”
“I know that. But I heard that name recently…”
“Perhaps from poetry. Aeneid is Virgil’s infamous work.”
“I know! But… no... not from poetry.” she doubts herself. She’s certain that she heard his name somewhere else.
“Memories are dangerous things, Miss Graves. It could help you or betray you.”
“Then it’s best to leave it be,” Maureen twirls ecstatically and leaning back against Vergil’s chest. “Mr. Vergil, I believe today is the first time I see you since the first day of voyage.”
“I’ve been working behind the scene,” Vergil covers her small hands with his arms. “For the sake of this ship’s safety.’
Maureen tilts her head over him. “You’re one of the mercenaries?”
“Why, Miss Graves. I presumed Lady Campbell had told you.”
A rush of dread fills Maureen’s veins right after Vergil’s disclosure.
“Lord Campbell contacted me two weeks ago,” he continues, his eyes trace on Maureen’s sudden discomfort. “Rumors about sea monsters sends him on his edge.”
“Did you… find any demons then?”
Vergil pulls her hand gently to make her face him. His words are certain and undeniable, chilling her to the marrow. “Yes.”
Maureen stops her moves at once, barely breathing and unable to think clearly. So, here’s why his presence terrifies me. Each of her nerves are screaming, forcing her to just escape him. But he seems to expect this reaction—he squeezes her hand and waist gently, with eyes linger to her bitten lips as if he prevents her from running away. “Have you heard rumors spoken by the guests? They said they heard slither and croaky hissing every midnight. I found a body devil hunter who was supposed to work with me in his room—his bones were salient because his blood was drained like a mummy. And this morning, Madame Cross’s little baby is paralyzed. He’s still alive, but unable to wake from his sleep. I believe the demon is currently in this ballroom with us.”
Maureen’s jolt of shock gives Vergil his answer to his unspeakable question. He continues to step forward, followed by Maureen who is trying to hide her fear by her steady steps. She accidentally steps on Vergil’s toe, which Vergil just laughs casually at it. His crisp laugh sounds lethal in her ears, as if the Death itself were laughing at her. Maureen’s brain can’t cope with dreadful terror she’s facing right now. She grips onto Vergil’s shoulders, slightly clawing his fine coat.
Of course, Vergil notices this as he stops moving, lifting Maureen’s chin in a tender way. “You look rather pale, my lady. Am I scaring you?”
She shakes her head immediately. “I’m fine. I just wondered… do you have a name for that demon in your mind?”
Vergil nods, glancing at the crowd as the orchestra team has stopped the music and people give them applause. “I’m certain that there are almost twenty Lamias lurking around the ball.”
Lamia? Maureen gasps with eyes wide open. Twenty Lamias? Why can’t I feel their presence—wait, this man… he doesn’t know that I am—
“Impressive. They hide themselves quite well. It’s difficult to notice their presence. But now their patience has worn out. They won’t wait anymore. It should be easy, yet…” he continues, holding both of Maureen’s palm and lifting them to meet his tantalizing lips. “I need more time to figure out what you are.”
He… knows?
Just right when the question was about to leave the tip of Maureen’s tongue, the unforeseen power outage shocked all the passengers. The baffling voices spread through the room, shouting questions and complaints. Maureen can hear Lord Campbell’s raging yell to his employees and demands them to turn on the power at instant. In the middle of this uproar, she’s surprised by a comforting feeling from the presence of Vergil, whose arms are covering her body. It’s almost like he’s protecting her, despite their previous austere tension. The dark always calms her, yet she can’t really enjoy it now, for she knows that this power outage was intentional. “It’s them, right?”
“Apparently so,” Vergil agrees. “I can even hear them snarling right now.”
“But why now…?”
“A room full of prey is perfect for feasting, don’t you think so?”
It sounds like he throws me sarcasm. “I… don’t know…” Maureen loses her words.
The light turns on, followed by relieved sighs from the guests. But it doesn’t last, for a ghastly scream of a woman deafens the entire ballroom. The crowd circles between her, witnessing her howl of anguish over a mummified, dead body of a masked man under her extravagant Edwardian dress. Such a horrid view, raising a ruckus among the guests. Another petrifying scream comes followed by demonic roars. Some guests turn into monstrous snake-like demons while melting their human skins. They feast on whoever closest nearby, sucking their blood and clawing out their eyes before they gulp it down.
“Mr. Vergil!” Lord Campbell arrives from nowhere. Clearly, he doesn’t look very happy when he sees Vergil just stand still with Maureen. “What are you doing there?! THEY SLAUGHTER ALL OF MY GUESTS!”
Vergil chaffs mockingly at the cruise ship’s patron. “But it was your plan all along, wasn’t it? You and your Lamia lover. Do you really think you can fool me, Lord Campbell?”
Confusion clouds on Lord Campbell’s face as he startles when Vergil summons a katana out of thin air. He unleashes it from the scabbard, pointing the tip of the blade to the patron. “Go. Run for your life. I will find you soon after I exterminate those abominable demons.”
As expected, Lord Campbell runs away, ditching and pushing people around him like a tortured animal. Maureen was about to chase him, but Vergil grabs her shoulder. “Find Lady Campbell. Keep her safe.”
“But you said he and his Lamia lover—”
“Lady Campbell is not the Lamia queen. I know that for sure. The queen is somewhere here. I’ll go find her once I slay her subordinates,” Vergil draws his sword, glaring at a Lamia that taunts him and cuts its head in a single slash. “Can I count on you, Miss Graves?”
Maureen can sense how dangerous and powerful Vergil is just by witnessing how he killed the Lamia. He isn’t a human. I’m sure of it. I cannot imagine how terrifying it must be… to be at his complete mercy. The katana… was forged in darkness. Just like me.
She finally gives him a nod. Her hand reaches into her thigh-high slit of her dress, pulling out a handgun she always brings with her wherever she goes. It is loaded, but she doesn’t bring more ammunition in case the situation gets worse than she had imagined. “Then I can count on you to demolish those snakes, Mr. Vergil.”
“Certainly, Miss Graves.”
“Call me Maureen.”
Vergil gives her a final grin before he goes at a speed of light to the hustle.
Although she’s still in awe from witnessing Vergil’s superhuman speed, Maureen takes a haste to find Lady Campbell. She rushes to the east side of the ballroom, where Lady Campbell was last seen. She shudders when she sees a pile of mummified women bodies, which a moment ago was the group of women she had encountered for champagne. Maureen aims her gun at a woman in green gown who pins and chokes Lady Campbell to the wall. “Put her down, Miss Malia.”
The queen of Lamia hisses at her, chuckling in croaky laughter. “Well, well, if it isn’t our lovely violinist.”
“I should’ve realized it. Your choice of alias is terrible.”
“Yet people didn’t notice,” the Lamia queen drops Lady Campbell, leaving her coughing breathlessly. “Pitiful humans. I promised Lord Campbell prosperous life and money because he’s about to be penniless, only if he gives me humans as sacrifice. He said this pathetic ship was his last chance, and he’s right. Tonight, there will be no humans left in this ship—”
A bullet comes through her chest before she encloses her words. Maureen puts a finger on the trigger again. “You finished?”
“My dear, look at you,” Lamia queen slowly pads to Maureen. “I don’t know what you are, but you’re not a human. Why bother protecting them? We can work together, you know that.”
Maureen pulls the trigger right to the queen’s forehead. “I’m not interested.”
The Lamia queen bursts out laughing. Her clothes are torn apart, skins melt and reveals her beautiful human face turns into her original bestial face. Her fangs lengthen as her lower body transforms into a gigantic snake body. The wound on her head heals quickly in just a second. “My dear, you should use a silver bullet.”
She’s right. I left my silver ammo in my room. “I can still kill you.”
“How? There’s no silver in this ship. Campbell threw it all to the ocean.”
“And you believe he checked all the rooms? That’s far-fetched.”
“At least in this room. Doesn’t matter. You're all going to die here anyway.”
The queen charges an attack to Maureen, but the violinist is quicker. She repels the attack and launches the bullet to the queen’s head again, this time is calmer and takes a precise move to bait the queen to the stage. Fucking heels, she takes off her shoes while evades insistent strikes from Lamia queen. The ballroom seems a little bit spacious since most of the guests are running out from the room and the rest are dead, or still trying to escape this madness. She catches Vergil’s tall and firm stature in the middle of the dance floor, swinging his sword in remarkable versatility. His attack is quick and precise while keeping his distance from a pack of Lamia, not even a drop of Lamia’s blood can reach him. His fighting movement is like dancing, ponders Maureen as she observes him unleashes rapid slashes with a vortex of purple-blue energy that instantly kills all the Lamia around him. She can’t even see when he unsheathes his sword and puts it back to the scabbard again.
“Where are you looking at, girl? I’m right here!” the Lamia queen taunts her; her yellowed eyes turn darker, an evidence of her hunger and eagerness to feast on Maureen.
A light smile appears on Maureen’s face as she keeps firing the queen. “Oh, I forgot you’re still here.”
Almost here, Maureen jumps to the wrecked stage and searches her violin case viciously. Still intact and undamaged!
“Oh, poor Miss Graves…” the Lamia queen hisses, enjoying Maureen’s confusion. “Ran out of bullets?”
“I don’t need that anymore,” Maureen tosses her gun to Lamia’s head, raising the queen’s anger while she slithers faster to where Maureen stands right now with an unnatural crave to kill the violinist. Keeping her calm and composed mind together, Maureen draws her violin bow with anticipation. I hope this is going to work. Can’t rely on Vergil right now…
“DIE!” the Lamia queen attacks in an ambush, wrapping herself around Maureen’s body and squeezing it tighter as Maureen tries to escape.
“You should have accepted my invitation earlier, Miss Graves,” the Lamia queen giggles unpleasantly. “Maybe I could spare you, even letting you eat those humans.”
“I… don’t eat… human flesh,” Maureen pants.
“Pity. Then I shall—AAAARRGHH!”
The tight wrap around Maureen’s body loosens gradually as the Lamia queen screams in agony. “Wretched human! How dare you stab me?!”
Maureen, still adjusting her breath, raises her violin bow. “It's a silver mounted bow, bitch.”
Despite the pain from her perforated tail, The Lamia queen still manages to launch another attack even though it’s getting slower. Maureen keeps stabbing her with the violin bow, piercing its grip to the demon’s body as much as she can. The amount of silver in the winding is too little, but it’s better than nothing. The Lamia queen forces her to leave the stage again, her sloppy movement causes her hand to bleed by the sharpness of the bow hair.
“You cannot defeat me with that flimsy stick of yours!” the Lamia queen declares assertively. Black, thick blood is spilled from holes that Maureen has created on the beast’ body, yet she shows no signs of surrender.
“I know,” Maureen admits wholeheartedly, eyes fixate on the snake demon in front of her and points the violin bow to her direction. “But he can.”
Even before the Lamia queen could figure Maureen’s words, a sharp blade passes through the queen’s chest as she wails in suffering, looking at a fatal wound on her chest.
“Don’t get so cocky,” the man in a golden Venetian mask warns the queen. “Now, you’re going down.”
He pulls back his sword before he swings it again to decapitate the Lamia queen, leaving no chance for the demon to revive her body once and for all. Its headless body falls motionless, ending the terror on the ship. Maureen looks up at Vergil, who’s still clean from Lamia's blood, contrasting to her blood-soaked dress. She was going to greet him, only if Vergil didn’t look at her in a poignant way. She wonders why Vergil stares at her with that look—a curious, intrigued gaze that makes her feel like she’s naked.
When she glances at a wall of mirror, she gets her answer. Her mask is gone, leaving her face exposed entirely. But that’s not her main concern.
Her onyx eyes are now as red as blood.
Vergil sees it, and he still hasn’t sheathed his sword.
He’s going to kill me.
“Miss Graves!”
Maureen quickly blinks her eyes, transforming her red eyes to her original black ones as Lady Campbell, now without her mask, runs at her hastily. She’s accompanied by security team and sea marshals, asking if she’s hurt anywhere and thanking her for her help. The medics has arrived to heal the guests. The security crew rush into the ballroom and shout at the undamaged survivor to come back to their room while they clean up the mess. Maureen has no choice but follows Lady Campbell heading out from the ballroom, pestering at Maureen’s wounded palm. She turns her head back at Vergil, who’s still staring at her while giving reports to the marshals, consumed by either curiosity or desire to kill her.
Maybe both, Maureen’s body begins to tremble in fear, without hope for the devil hunter to spare her life.
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The cruise ship returns to normal and quiet soon after the marshals arrest Lord Campbell, who was about to jump to the ocean before the marshals caught him. Lady Campbell had told Maureen about the arrest, and how her husband went hopeless because his company is going bankrupt. He started to constantly beat up his wife and abandon his responsibilities, but Lady Campbell had never spared any thought about the lord would gone too far as sealing a pact with Lamia and intended to sacrifice all passengers, including herself.
That was when she told Maureen how grateful she was for having Vergil on board, which reminds her again about Vergil’s threatening demeanor.
Once Maureen had left Lady Campbell’s room to let her rest, she rushes to her own room. All passengers are obliged to stay in their rooms until Lady Midnight arrives on Red Grave to prevent any danger while the crews continue to maintain the safety of the ship. Most of the passengers have already stated that they will sue this ship once they arrive on Red Grave, which is not surprising since nobody wanted bloodbath on a vacation. Maureen decides to pass the crowd by hiding in the shadow, letting herself blended with the darkness… until she becomes one with the dark and travels between the shadows into her room.
She doesn’t bother to turn the light on and makes her way to the bathroom, ripping her bloody dress off and taking a shower. Her wounded palm hurts a little when the water drips on it. Lady Campbell asked her to go to the medic, but Maureen refused. All she needs right now is time for herself. She needs to think how to escape this ship before Vergil finds her. Perhaps I could hide in the shadow again until it’s safe, Maureen muses as she wraps a bathrobe over her body. He won’t realize it. He said he still needs to figure out what kind of creature I am…
A vibrating, almost inaudible knock comes from the windows balcony, startling Maureen to her aghast. Vergil is there, comes out of nowhere while Maureen thinks she’s safe right now. Her body is freezing, and can't even think about any anticipation especially when she spots Vergil is still holding his sheathed katana. She knows Vergil will find out her room soon, but she never thought he would find this soon. He says something to her, but the window is soundproof. Not that she wanted to open the window for him. It’s not too late to shadow travel, Maureen checks on the room’s surrounding, ignoring Vergil’s persistent knocks.
Flashy blue light from the window distracts her concentration. Vergil sends his sword off to the thin air. He raises both of his hands as a sign of peace. His mouth moves in a certain shape of words: ‘I’m not here to hurt you. Would you please let me in?’
I can’t trust him, Maureen shakes her head. But, he’s a hunter. If I escape now, he will find me again somehow.
Casting aside her fear, she reaches her hand to the knob, unlocking the window. Must Vergil exhibit any slightest gesture to attack her, she’s ready to escape in the shadow anytime. The man finally comes in, offering his hand to the violinist. “May I see your hand, Maureen? I noticed the bow scratched your left palm.”
“It’s okay,” Maureen hides her hands behind her back. “What do you want, Mr. Vergil?”
“Just call me Vergil. No more formality,” Vergil takes one more step closer to her, his hand still waiting for her. “Please, I just want to make sure if you’re okay.”
“Aren’t you going to kill me?”
“My lady, I have no slightest idea on how you perceive me as someone who wants to kill you.”
“You… you know who I am. And you are a devil hunter. I saw your desire to kill me soon after you beheaded the Lamia queen.”
For a moment, none of them speaks their mind out. They just stand still, eyes trailing on each other, but it’s different from their last encounter. Vergil takes her left hand carefully, this time he receives no resistance from Maureen. He caresses the vertical wound, eyebrows furrowed, as if he feels the pain as well. “You are the first non human being I’ve encountered in this ship.”
“What?”
“I thought you were a vampire. Your pale skin and red eyes when in danger or thirst resembles them,” Vergil moves his thumb over the scar. “But you are not a vampire. You walk freely in broad daylight. You didn’t flinch on silver, but you hesitated whenever there’s an iron nearby. Iron doesn’t hurt you, but it makes you uncomfortable. I didn’t know what you are at that time, therefore I decided to just keep an eye on you.”
Maureen lets him cup both of her palms, calmly exhales as she gives him a hint of smirk. “Do you know what I am now, Vergil?”
“Why, yes,” Vergil gives a peck on the top of Maureen’s palm, then locking her hands on his chest. “I saw you absorbing human’s energy every night when most passengers are asleep. Out there, at your balcony.”
“That’s impossible! Normal humans can’t see energy form—”
“But I am not a normal human. I bet I’m the only one in this ship who can see that, since all the Lamia are now dead,” Vergil’s head is slightly lowered, his masked face is still unreadable, yet now it radiates more warmth and… compassion. “You have many names… and I believe humans rarely aware of your presence. Plaksy, krisky, night hag… gorska makva…”
Maureen finds herself struggling to move as Vergil circles her until he stops right behind her, fingers trailing on Maureen’s tensing shoulders. She feels his hot minty breath getting closer to her ear, whispering his precise statement.
“… nocnitsa.”
Fuck.
The only sound that breaks the silence is just the heavy breathing coming from them. Vergil’s firm and warm hands rest on Maureen’s shoulders before he gives them a small massage as if to ensure her to stay still. His touch makes her flinch, trembling from his unexpected delicious movements.
“You’re known as a spirit who drains life energy from humans. Sitting on their chest as you suck their energy, causing them experiencing sleep paralysis. Some source said you take a liking to children, because their dreams are richer than adults…” he continues his pressure on her shoulders. “We both know it’s folklore version. Nocnitsa lives by sucking life energy from every living being in every possible way, not just by sitting on their chest. The stronger their emotions and dreams; be it nightmare or pleasant dream, the more strength you’d gain. Greater amount of drained energy can cause nightmares and paralysis to their victim, even death.”
The vibration of his voice propelling tension throughout Maureen’s body as Vergil presses his entire front body against her back.
“Evil nocnitsa loves to drain energy until their victim run out of life energy,” Vergil’s lips touch her reddened ear. “They are known to terrorize children in their sleep. Feeding on their dream slowly...”
Maureen tries her best to form a sentence. “Madame Cross’ baby—it wasn’t me. I’m not that heartless—”
“I know,” his finger lingers on Maureen’s lips, caressing it to slightly open her mouth. “The baby woke up once the Lamia queen was slayed. Apparently, Madame Cross realized that her baby’s paralysis happened after a teatime with Miss Malia, the queen’s human form. My best guess is that the baby was sensitive to evil presence and the queen casted a spell to put him to long slumber, perhaps to silence him or eat him later.”
“T-that’s horrid…” Maureen’s voice is barely recognizable, carefully moving her lips without accidentally bite Vergil’s finger while she’s captured between Vergil’s embrace. “But… Vergil… who are you…?”
“Me?” he chuckles darkly. “I’m a cambion.”
Human and demon’s offspring? No way. Could it be… “Vergil… one of the sons of Sparda?”
His short hum says it all.
That’s why his name sounds familiar to me. And no wonder I feel danger whenever he’s around. Such an odd circumstance to have him here… capturing me in my own room…
Vergil nips her earlobe lightly, raising the unyielding pressure in her throbbing core. She can hear his removed mask falling on the floor as she automatically turns to face him, but he stops her. His hand rested on her nape, asserting his control and dominance.
“I want to see you.” Maureen breathes heavily.
“Not yet,” Vergil declines steadily.
He lowers his index finger from her nape, trailing a slow and subtle stroke up the center of her spine. Maureen nods slightly at his refusal, surrenders completely to his touches. His finger ends on her stomach, exactly at the bathrobe’s belt...
“May I have you, Maureen?” he purrs, skimming his lips across her neck. “Will you have me?”
“Yes,” she leans back into him, feeling his throbbing erection through his pants, pulsing hard into her spine. “Yes… Please… Vergil…”
Vergil grasps the belt and pulls it off, lowering the bathrobe and exposing Maureen’s bare skin. She can hear his breath gets heavier, growling at the sight of her. Maureen is completely naked before him; her fair and very pale skin is glowing in the darkness of the room. He kisses her smooth long black hair tenderly, inhaling the intoxicating scent of hers.
“You are exceptionally beautiful, beloved,” his words are full of conviction. “Now... you and me…”
He removes his hands from her body. Maureen can’t believe that she misses the heat from Vergil’s body already. She feels hollow and empty, and he hasn’t even touched her properly. She hears more stuff falling on the floor; his coat, vest, pants, even boots. Only then she realizes that they both are clothless. His lips back on her shoulder again and giving them tiny little bites. He pulls her to lean on his chest again, this time Maureen can feel his bare skin entangled with hers in a feverish heat. His hands grip her hips as if he wants her to move closer to him. One of those firm hands heading up in a mild but definite motion to her right breast, circling her nipple with his thumb. Her nipple lengthens at that contact. Her whimper creates a small grin at the corner of his lips. He’s aware of the effect he’s having on her.
“Already this eager, my dear?” he murmurs, still pecking on her shoulders. He brings his other palm to cup her other breast, squeezing them in painfully slow motion. Her breasts become heavy as her whimper gradually changes into wanton moans.
“Haaa… Vergil…” Maureen whines. Her shaking palms settle on Vergil’s arms, holding at him tight as she follows his palm’s movement over her aching mounds. Her head arches back by the intimate pleasure from her chest and her already wet cunt. The knead on her mounds are getting harder when Maureen forces herself to turn her head over to see Vergil as a warning that he doesn’t allow her to see him yet.
“I told you, haven’t I? Not yet.”
Her eagerness excites him, makes him want to delve more inside her. His right palm leaves her chest, long and hot fingers of him lands on the outside of her wet flower. He barely moves any of his fingers, yet it sends unbearable shiver all over Maureen’s body while she shakes her head and shut her eyes out of pleasure.
“Don’t look away. Look at yourself, Maureen. Look at how my fingers are going to fill your tight cunt up.” Vergil’s command is undeniable. Maureen does exactly as he orders, not dare to spare a glance from her lower body. It’s quite hard to see her beautiful vagina being invaded by Vergil’s skillful fingers in this position, while his fingers are moving in and out of her, stretching her hot walls. Maureen’s face burns up from hearing wet and amoral noises which grow louder in the room. She tightens her grip on Vergil’s left arm until her knuckles turn paler than her skin as she finally jerks up at the flood of releasement. Her head tilts as a lewd moan finds its way out of her throat.
“So wet for me, hmm…” Vergil slides out of Maureen’s folds while she pants sluggishly, still hasn’t recovered her from nectarous orgasm. He pushes his body on her back; his fully erected thick cock presses on her buttock, jolting her in shock. Maureen worries if such a large of manhood would fit inside her. Vergil gives her a tease by moving his cock between her buttock, causing her to whimper delinquently. His fingers trace on Maureen’s chin, tilting it to face him…
She doesn’t believe that such a breathtaking, godly face belongs to a mere human. His skin is as fair as she is, with swept back white hair that emphasizes on his fierce and cold expression. Maureen braves herself to put her index finger on his clean and strong jaw, down to his throat… feeling his slow purr as he kisses her temple before he spins her around, crashing his lips against hers, stealing her breath. She flings her arms over his shoulders to pull him closer while their hot mouth and tongues dueling. He presses his groin on her lower stomach, so she can feel his hard as steel erection, bidding to enter her soaked flowers. A groan escapes from Maureen’s mouth during this heat moment. She squirms underneath him.
Vergil pulls away, despite his covetous desire to break her. He casts a gaze on her current predicament, pleased at the sight before him; Maureen’s moist lips part and her flushed red cheeks seduce him to have her in his grasps… to claim her as his. Her cloudy eyes trace his smothering body, eventually meeting with his icy eyes that reflects his unspeakable demand to have her beneath him.
“Take me, Vergil,” Maureen begs.
Vergil buries his face on her neck, giving her whole pure skin his marks. “I will. At my pace.”
“Please…”
“More,” he growls. “I like it when you beg.”
Maureen tightens her embrace, clawing her slender fingers on his beautiful back. “Please Vergil… I want you, so bad… I need your cock inside me! Please fuck me hard! I want you to fill me… fuck me mindlessly… I want you to—”
His desperate groans cut her plea as he swoops down to her mouth, claiming and raiding her mouth possessively. Their hard kisses become wilder as they bite each other, while Vergil lifts her body and she wraps her legs around his waist. Maureen’s body trembles on burning arousal just by feeling his hot cock slipping and entering her swollen cunt, causing a scandalous cry to escape her mouth. Vergil pins her against the window, her legs still covering his waist.
“Does my cock feel good?” Vergil asks roughly. His touch and presence are suffocating her, yet it makes her craving for him… for more… and more…
“Yes! So good, Vergil… it feels so good!” Maureen catches her breath in struggle. A subtle smirk appears on the corner of the lips. “It would feel much better… if you move your cock right now.”
“It seems like I need to teach you a lesson,” Vergil thrusts upwards, painfully slow. “I am a cruel man, little bird, and I will be cruel to you.”
He invades her mouth ravenously while moving his hips, this time harder and more powerful, thrusting her mercilessly. Maureen claws at him and panting as each strike from Vergil drowns her lost into the sea of lust. Please… harder. Lose yourself. Don’t hold back…
Vergil lets out a smug grin. “My little bird seems to enjoy herself.”
“So good, Vergil… it’s too good—ah!”
The next thrust from Vergil marks her second releasement. It was so good and intense that Maureen feels her body starts to get weaker. One of her trembling hands slips from Vergil’s neck as she tries to balance herself from falling, despite she knows Vergil won’t let her fall. But her clumsy movement causes a little accident; she pushes the knob and the window opens, letting the sea breeze come inside her room, tickling her flaming skin.
“Hmm…” Vergil hums roughly. “Good idea, little bird.”
“Wha—no! Not outside!” Maureen clings to him, pleading her disagreement. But Vergil walks to the fence, putting her down from his waist and pinning her to prevent her struggle.
“The window is soundproof.”
“People still can see!”
“This room is located at the very back of the ship. With aft-facing corner balconies, this room has the most secure privacy. There are no neighbor’s balconies on either side…” Vergil kisses her forehead tenderly, quite opposite with his intimidating gaze. “Besides, we would know if someone’s still awake, and don’t pretend you don’t have the ability to put them in their sleep.”
“I do have that ability… it just feels… so wrong.”
Vergil cups her jaws before giving her a soft kiss on her nose and lips. “We both know you want this, little bird.”
He turns her body, placing her hands on the fence. “Let the sea witness how beautiful and enchanting you are when you’re full of ecstasy.”
As he inserts himself into her tight walls again, it’s too late for Maureen to hold back.
He grips her hips and pushes himself deep. He pounds hard and fast, almost without mercy. They feel the intensity and intimacy of their attached bodies moving together. They can’t hold their seductive gasps and moans as they keep fucking each other in salacious desire.
“Vergil… Vergil… oh—ah! M-more!” Maureen wails and whimpers as her walls are getting tighter. She can feel her clitoris throbs harder as she’s close to another releasement.
“You are such a greedy little thing…” he growls. His voice grows lower and darker on each groan.
“Vergil… please give me more…!”
The cambion stops his movement and pulls away his cock abruptly, leaving his woman gasps in confusion as she feels the void filling her body. She moans desperately. “Vergil… why…?”
Vergil kneads her sensitive mounds gently, teasing her with his cock slipping between her warm inner thighs. “I know you’re about to come. Is that true, my love?”
“Yes!” she cries.
“Do you want more? Do you want me fuck you harder?”
“Yes, please!”
“Then prove your worth,” Vergil tilts her body to face him, smirking at the sight of her beautiful, submissive woman. “On your knees, slut.”
Maureen lowers her body down to the cold floor, eyes captivated by Vergil’s menacing face. She opens her mouth slightly to catch some air, but it turns out her little action excites him very much. He caresses her hair and cheeks softly as if she’s a good pet, before he pushes his thumb into her mouth.
“You know what to do, little bird.” Vergil’s command is absolute.
His dominant presence secretly excites Maureen as she feels a weird surge of tension fulfill her stomach and swelled pussy. She reaches Vergil’s cock, giving it a light rub before she massages it softly. He seems to grow impatient at her soft and light touches, pounding his cock into her little mouth.
“I told you,” Vergil says seductively. “I’m a cruel person.”
Contrary to her protest, Maureen’s body seems eager to indulge his lust of her. She blows him, licking his long and thick cock as if she’s thirsty of him. She takes a glance to Vergil, seeking a slight sign of approval from him. She admires his beautiful body from below, feeling the urge to find her own releasement as she slides her hand to her cunt, but Vergil notices it.
“I forbid you to touch yourself,” he snarls. “Or I will leave you here, desperate and begging me to please you like a pathetic little slut.”
She shakes her head immediately, sucking his cock harder as an apology. He seems satisfied by her surrender, eyes lingering to her full mouth.
“Who would have thought that you, an enchanting nocnitsa, the keeper of the night, turn out to be a wanton harlot?” he murmurs as she sucks him deeper. “Such a ravishing seductress, aren’t you?”
There’s no sign of insult from his face. Instead, he seems to adore her as he gently guides her head to move faster. Maureen can feel he’s close to his first release. He shuts his eyes when he releases his fluid inside Maureen’s mouth—his cock still throbbing while she continues to move her tongue. She swallows it all before she pulls her mouth away, waiting for Vergil’s next command. But Vergil lifts her up instead, carrying her back inside her room.
“Good,” he kisses her temple and drops her tenderly on the bed. A guttural sound comes from his throat. “I shall comply with your desire as well.”
He kisses her face, down to her chest and slightly biting her breasts. Then he gulps one of the mounds, his tongue dances on the hardened nipple like a hungry baby while the other hand squeezes the other mound. Her delicate skin and his calloused hands feel like an amazing contrast. He inhales her scent and that drives him crazy, finding himself hard again and his cock is now fully erected. Her mounds are now moist and hot under his persistent care.
Vergil’s caresses go further down to Maureen’s inner thighs. He spreads her legs apart, smiling at Maureen’s embarrassment. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No! Don’t stop!”
“Very well.” He buries his face down between her thighs, worshiping her blossoming, nectarous tight hole. Each of his lick sends prickly goosebumps on her skins, causing her to arch her back and violently pull the sheet to hold herself.
“Ahhhh!” Maureen feels his hot and wicked tongue circles her clit and the inner part of her vulva. He increases his speed and pressure, adding two fingers inside her. The surging tension crashes down into her lower stomach, preventing her to breath normally, even now she can’t form a single thought as he strokes faster until she feels a torturous pleasure comes out like flood. He licks his fingers, tantalizing the woman beneath him who’s whimpering, still hasn’t recovered from the delicious blackout.
“Ever since I saw you for the first time, I know you would haunt me,” Vergil places his arms between Maureen’s shoulders. “That I won’t get enough of you… that I will get hurt for you…”
His mouth meets hers, dancing in a tender motion. She folds her hands over his back, deepening their kiss and embrace. Her soft caresses on his back soothes him as his breath is getting calmer, giving her a sense of comfort. He gives her a peck on her nose while eyeing her exposed nakedness sharply. Only then, he thrusts himself inside her again, slowly and gently. He wants to feel the warmth between her walls, taking his time to feel his cock bulging harder inside her. Vergil spares her a small smile, showing his pure affection towards the nocnitsa.
“May I move?” he asks politely.
Maureen nods, unable to form a word despite her eagerness to answer him.
They deeply tangled in that bed in sensual rhythm. Moans and ragged breath are mingled. He pulls up his body and holds his knees close to her hips, enclosing his palms around Maureen’s ankles to spread her legs wider, kissing the soft skin of her calf, much to her surprise. For a moment ago, he was cruel and dominating, yet now he indulges her sweetly as if he worships her. His growl is changing, almost sounds like a beast. Maureen can’t hide her shock when she sees his blue eyes glowing and his pupils are splitting into demonic eyes.
Is he turning into his demon form? “Vergil…?”
“Hush now…” Vergil keeps digging inwardly, groaning at the narrow sensation from her inside.
“Don’t hold back,” Maureen pants. “I want to see your true form.”
“You will regret it.”
“I can handle that. Please, Vergil.”
Her wish is his command. He can no longer hold his primal instinct to consume her, to mark her as his. He releases his demon form; his body turns into blue scaly beast, with four wings attached on his back. His face can’t hide his deepest lust for her as he wraps his scaly tail over her body, gently places her on his lap. She rests her body on his scaly thighs before she pushes herself down, swallowing his monstrous cock. She can’t believe that Vergil can be this large. When she thinks Vergil can’t be more surprising, he always exceeds her expectations.
“Stay still,” he murmurs in a demonic voice.
Maureen carefully flings her arms onto Vergil’s harsh neck. She kisses his beastly jaw, causing him to shiver and growl impatiently.
“Don’t provoke me,” Vergil warns her, thrusting his cock upwards tenderly. His long, fiendish tongue licks her shoulders and chest.
Maureen caresses his face, her eyes spark with adoration. “Vergil… you are so beautiful.”
And that’s enough to fuel him up.
He moves his thighs, shoving himself so deep and hard, causing Maureen’s stifled cries to fill the room. The prickly sensation of scratching at her inner walls struck her sharply. Their affectionate kiss turns into nasty one. His fangs linger on her jaw and lowers to her nape, bleeding her for a little while he strikes her like a stake over and over again. His tail is keeping her in balance, protecting her from falling and his sharp scaly skin. As he drags Maureen deeper into her animalistic lust, her eyes change into blood red. Her desire and thirst for him is flowing as she absorbs him—a glowing blue mist radiates from Vergil’s body, circling Maureen before she opens her mouth and swallows the mist to gain more strength.
“That’s it. Absorb me. Absorb all my emotions, my nightmares, my power. You are mine, as I am yours, Maureen. Feed only me.”
“Vergil… oh my… you taste so good… I need more of you,” Maureen offers her neck to him. “Let’s have each other, Vergil. Please, take me…”
Vergil accepts the offer to bite her neck, carefully not to rip it off or else she could die. Blood spilled over her shoulder and he licked it all, drinking and enjoying the taste of her. They consume each other whilst their bodies are still connected and moving at a wilder pace. They already forgot about anything else, not that it matters right now. They just want to devour and savor each other’s souls until they are lost in oblivion.
“Vergil…” Maureen comes to her limit. “My love… I’m—”
“Come. Come to me, beloved.”
He pounds harder and his hands clamping onto her shoulders along with Maureen’s insatiate scream and squirting her nectar. His cock swells and jerks as he releases his seed violently deep inside her womb. Fluids come out from her moisten womanhood. Deliriously, she collapses forward onto his upper body, which gradually returns to his human form. Their damp bodies still entangled to each other, exhausted and content. Vergil strokes her back providently, feeling amazed as he sees the misty energy that she absorbed from him heals her wounds quickly.
“I made a mess of you.” He sighs calmly. “Did I hurt you?”
Vergil senses her head on his chest shaking slowly.
“We broke the bed…” Maureen giggles, pointing at the bed with disarray holes in it.
“I guess it won’t be a problem. This ship will never sail again anyway. At least until we reach Red Grave.” Vergil leans their bodies on the bed, bringing her head on his chest again. They speak nothing for a moment, just feeling the warmth emitted from their bodies. Maureen finds herself love to hear his steady heartbeat, shutting her eyes to feel its movement.
“Try to sleep, my love.” He gives her a peck on the crown of her head.
“You realize that nocnitsa is doomed to have a nightmare every time they fall asleep as a price for our power, right?”
“I do,” Vergil caresses her head. “But I can do something about that.”
He transfers his demonic power to her, as she gradually feels her body getting numb and sleepy. She doesn’t even realize when she falls asleep. She just falls into absolute darkness. No nightmares, no dreams, not even an anxious feeling but the pleasant and calming memory of Vergil.
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From the moment she opened her eyes, Vergil was nowhere to find.
Lady Midnight has landed at the port of Red Grave. It’s not very shocking to see the passengers rush themselves out from the cursed ship. Luckily, Maureen found a great spot to hide and blend in the shadows of the passengers, so she doesn’t have to mingle with the horde of angry passengers. She lifts her suitcase, escaping herself from the journalists who're waiting for them.
Maureen realizes that she misses this city, even though weird things always happen in this forsaken city. She misses its clear and fresh breath. She cannot wait to arrive at her apartment, playing her violin again. Maybe she would compose a song. She already has her idea ever since her steamy night with Vergil.
Vergil…
She makes a mental note to pass by the Devil May Cry office someday. She never thought that the famous devil hunter in this city has a twin brother. The one who created a big hole in her heart once she woke up without his presence.
Maureen reaches in the pocket of her coat to find her phone, intending to order a taxi. But her fingers catch something else aside from her cellphone.
A memo?
Maureen opens the paper, reading the neat handwriting written on it.
Never to bid good-bye
Or lip me the softest call,
Or utter a wish for a word,
While I saw morning harden upon the wall,
Unmoved, unknowing
That your great going
Had place that moment and altered all.
Until we meet again, my little bird.
-Vergil
Maureen folds the paper neatly and puts it back into her pocket. For the first time in her long and empty life, she feels an unexpected encouragement as well as an aching longing for someone. It is true when you dance with the devil, you don’t change the devil. It’s the devil who changes you.
Until then, Vergil.
Notes:
The poem mentioned by Vergil is “The Going” written by Thomas Hardy
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A/N : Finally, my first smut! I blame whitedemonqueen from AO3 and all the thirsty Vergil's hoes lovers at Discord server for making me write this sinned fic XD
Tagging : @shiranyaaww @harlot-of-oblivion
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#devil may cry#devil may cry fanfiction#dmc fanfiction#vergil#vergil x oc#vergil x reader#vergil x you#vergil x maureen#devil may cry smut#masquerade party#masquerade fanfiction#nocnitsa#nocnitsa reader#violinist reader#masquerade fiction#night writes#do you notice the Thor : Ragnarok reference? xD
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Bucky Barnes ABO One Shot
Bucky x Female OC
Descriptions: Dawn’s heat surprises her, and she only wants one Alpha to help her with it. She knows that he’s not into her, so she sneaks into his room to “borrow” something that smells like him, only to find out just how wrong she is about his feelings for her.
Types: Heat, biting, talk of breeding, ABO dynamics, mutual pining, Dominant Alpha Bucky, complete with growling and stuff...
Warnings: other than the kinks, I can’t think of any.
Words: 4711
A/n- So, this is actually the first Bucky Barnes smut I ever started writing (way back on June 20, 2018), but it wasn’t finished as I had to do some character research, and then it just kinda got pushed to the back of the pile. Bringing it to you now! Also, you may notice that the OC shares her name with an OC from a different story. No, they aren’t the same universe, I just liked the name and wasn’t sure if this story would ever see the light of day lol.
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Dawn fanned her face, feeling heat building around her. She pulled out her phone to check the temperature and accidentally hit, but still checked, the calendar app while she was at it.
“Oh shit,” she muttered to herself.
She was due to start her heat sometime between tomorrow and the day after.
She'd been so busy with taking care of all of her duties around the tower, which she had moved into not too long ago, that she must not have noticed the date. She wasn't special the way the rest of her new home's residents were; she was only there to take care of secretary type things to keep them free for more important missions and work.
The temperature wasn't too high outside today, so she rationalized that her heat must be close.
Dawn stood from the table in the common lunch area, making a list in her head as she headed to the garage.
When she returned, she made her way to her room, going through her supplies and checking that she had everything she was going to need to hide out in her room and ride out her heat.
“Shit,” she muttered again, realizing that the one thing she needed most to get her through this, she didn't have; her scent object.
She pushed everything back into her closet messily from where she'd dug it out, and left, making her way down the hall to the correct door.
After looking around, sure that she looked as suspicious as it was possible for her to, then listening and sniffing at the door, she heard the inner door to the en-suite bathroom close, and when she closed her eyes to listen harder, she heard the water in the shower start.
He would be in there for a while, surely long enough for her to grab something that smelled like him without him noticing.
“He” being Bucky Barnes, the alpha that she had totally fallen for the moment she'd seen him.
She was excited when he'd flirted with her, but soon realized that he flirted with every woman, and felt jealousy when she was in the same area as him and another omega, her damn instincts gnawing at her to go give him a nip so he'd pay attention to her.
She had no right, though, as he wasn't mated, flirted with her the same he did with the others, as far as she could tell, and he'd never shown any genuine interest in her.
He still smelled insanely delicious to her, though, and she thought of him often when she had needy thoughts.
Like when she had gone into heat both of the times since coming here.
She'd had a crush on him already, and spent time with him, but then, one time after it had started to rain and she'd been soaked, he'd given her his shirt to wear. She had intended to wash it and give it right back, despite wanting to pretend to forget about it and keep it forever, but before she could, she'd gone into heat and tore her room apart looking for that delicious smell, finding his shirt in her dirty laundry and thinking about him as she had gone through her heat wearing it and touching herself.
That's when she knew she was doomed forever.
The second time, she'd been down in the training area and offered to throw his towel in with her things so he didn't have to hold on to it until he had enough to wash.
Of course, she hadn't washed it until after her heat, but he'd never known.
This time, Tony had kept her so busy, she had lost track of the days and her heat had snuck up on her, and now she was having to sneak into his room and "borrow" something.
She quickly opened his door and walked through to close it quietly behind her, then tiptoed to his closet.
It was, of course, large enough to be a walk in, so she knelt in it and started shuffling through his dirty clothes; the ones that smelled the most like him. She had seen him wearing a baggy hoodie the day before, and was trying to find it in the pile of clothes.
.
Bucky stood in the shower, rinsing the last of the soap from his body, scrubbing his fingers through his hair to make sure it was completely rinsed as well.
As his hand traveled down his torso, chasing a cascade of bubbles down, the thought of Dawn entered his mind, and an image soon followed, making excitement stab him internally.
He still had a while until his rut, so he wasn't sure why he'd so suddenly thought of her and stiffened. Except that he had been attracted to her the moment that he'd met her.
She was the most amazing omega he'd ever seen, not as ethereally gorgeous as the women on the team, but with a real beauty that seemed to be so natural it actually came from nature, and a smart sense of humor that made him have to work for jokes to make her laugh, though when she did, it filled his heart and belly with warm feelings.
She smelled like passion fruit and lilies, which was a smell that had been embedded in his mind forever, now, and taunted him to come find it when he was in a rut.
He had wanted to ask her out long ago, but had somehow never been able to, first because of getting her situated, then there had been missions, and before he knew it, it had been too long, and they had entered the dreaded “friend zone", but he felt that being her friend was better than her hating him, even if she didn't ever seem to want to be with him around other people.
He turned the water to chilly and forced his needs back before quickly exiting the shower and dressing.
As he walked back into his bedroom, a faint scent hit him.
It was a bit strange, as though he knew it, but something had been added to it, or was trying to cover it up.
His closet door was cracked open with the light on, and he knew that he hadn't left it that way when he'd gone to shower.
He made his way to it, his brows furrowed in confusion as he got closer, sniffing and trying to place the scent, wondering what the hell whoever was in his closet was doing in there.
He pulled the door the rest of the way open and stepped into the space, ready to fight, but shocked to see Dawn standing there, her hands holding a sweater only half on, showing her bare belly above the band of her pants, surrounded by his dirty clothes. She looked up at him with big, tender, surprised eyes, and he blinked in confusion.
So, he had been smelling her, but why did she smell strange?
His gut and heart twisted, preemptive anger and jealousy striking him at the thought that it might be another alpha. Just because he was in an awkward place where he couldn't have her didn't mean that anyone else got to!
Dawn's hands dropped the bottom of the large sweater and it fell down to cover her, going down to her thighs, and a breath hissed in through his teeth as his eyes darkened in need.
That was his hoodie, his sweater, that she was wearing.
He immediately felt himself stir again. He was so turned on by the fact that she was standing there in his closet, wearing his hoodie, covered in his scent, but the question was still; why? He took a deep breath and knew.
She was at the edge of a heat.
He clenched his jaw and hands as he tightened his control over himself, holding back, and hoping that she couldn't tell that he was hard. The last thing he needed was to take advantage, or accidentally take advantage, of her and make her hate him.
Dawn swallowed roughly as his hooded eyes darkened.
He was mad…
The alpha she wanted- needed- inside of her was angry with her.
Her face tilted to the floor, but her eyes stayed on him as a whine trembled through her lips.
That sad noise hit Bucky like she had tied a rope around his gut and yanked on it to pull him toward her.
His lips parted, but when he took a breath to say something, the scent in the air flooded over the roof of his mouth, and he could damn near taste her.
His body needed her.
Now.
Dawn felt the tremors move through her womb to tighten it as he growled.
“Dawn,” he murmured as his eyelids lowered.
Heat washed over her as his voice grew gruff with alpha need. Slick flooded between her legs. “Bucky,” she moaned.
Bucky clenched his jaw again, trying to hold back, even as his cock strained against his jeans.
She stepped closer to him, her hands reaching for his shirt, and he didn't fight as she pulled it off over his head, worried that touching her would break his control.
Dawn bit her lip, a needy whine in the back of her throat as her eyes moved over his torso. She crouched, her hands going to his hips while her face moved closer to him, running her tongue up his abs, and his tight control snapped.
He grabbed her shoulders through his hoodie and pushed her up against the far wall of the closet, a low growl vibrating in his throat.
Her heat hazed eyes looked up at him as a submissive whine left her, her hands unbuttoning her pants and pushing them as far as they could reach.
“I can't,” he told her, pulling back and looking away from her so that he didn't get caught up in how sexy she was, and how much he wanted to push into her slick coated pussy.
“You don't want me,” she murmured, a sad tone entering her voice.
She hadn't meant to put him in this position, but her body was screaming for him, stabbing her with pain from cramps that weren't as bad as they normally were, thanks to being surrounded by his delicious smell.
“No- that's not- trust me when I say that's not why,” he told her with a helpless looking half smile.
“Then… then, why?” She asked.
“This is just your heat talking; you don't want me. We have to figure out a way to get you back to your room…” Preferably without causing the other alphas to riot, or touch her and make him have to throw them from a roof.
“Of course I want you-"
“It's your heat, doll, it just wants an alpha’s knot,” he interrupted.
“-why do you think I came to get your scent,” she finished.
He paused for a moment, realizing the implications to her presence there; she had come in here when she was clear headed enough that she hadn't gone to the bathroom to get to him, and had dug through his laundry to find the specific piece she'd wanted.
And she was still making some sense, which meant that her heat had probably not completely overtook her, yet.
That would also explain why her scent was strange; it was only partially changed toward the come hither sweetness it would be, and it was dampened by his laundry and her covering herself in his scent.
And God damn, if it didn't turn him on more to remember that she was wearing his hoodie, and maybe something underneath; he'd seen bare belly, after all.
He turned to her, seeing her pushing her jeans the rest of the way down her hips so they fell to the ground, and a fresh wave of scent filled his head.
His growl left her knees trembling in desire as he moved in front of her and pushed her against the wall again, his nose burying in her neck to smell her scent mixing with his from his hoodie.
He kissed her and gave a nip that made her moan, then knelt in front of her and buried his nose in her slick covered panties as his hands gripped her hips, breathing her scent in deeply.
He was hard, so hard he was straining the zipper on his jeans, and his hand moved down to rub and try to relieve some of the pressure.
Dawn moaned, her hands finding his head and tangling her fingers in his hair through the pools made by the oversized sleeves of his hoodie.
He groaned, licking her through her panties as her fingers tightened. “Doll, you smell so good-" He pulled her forward as he leaned back, making her land in his lap, and buried his nose in her neck again, burrowing between his hoodie and her skin, nuzzling into her and finding her pulse to suck on it. “Mm, fuck, doll, I want to knot you so bad… I have for a long time.”
“You have?” She asked, the world starting to tilt as she looked around too fast. Her heat was coming on full force, now.
He hummed an affirmative into her, nipping around her throat, nuzzling into her scent gland to lick at it and take in her heat sweetened scent.
She started rocking her hips against his, her legs moving to wrap around his waist, her body trying to somehow get him to knot her through their remaining clothes.
“Mmm, I want you to knot me… since I got here… You smell so good, Bucky…” She moaned.
He groaned into her neck, his arms wrapping around her back and holding her tight against him, so happy to hear her say that. “Why?” He asked.
She shook her head to him. “Can't explain… Too hot, brain melting,” she murmured into his neck. “Only know I need your knot…”
Bucky pulled away from her neck, his lips aggressively taking hers as he laid them down, pressing her into the pile of his clothes with his hips. “Don't worry, my little omega, alpha is here and he's going to knot you good,” he breathed against her, his lips sucking on the skin along her throat.
She whimpered at his voice, need making her inner muscles tighten and more slick seep from her.
He managed to get one of her thighs between his knees, spreading her knees apart with his so that his hand could slide over the fabric of his hoodie to where it ended at her thigh, then slide up under it along her hot skin to the cloth between her legs that she was trying to grind against his thigh.
His flesh fingers rubbed over the wet strip where his tongue had licked, pressing against her hard enough that she moaned and started grinding against his hand instead of his thigh. She sighed his name, and he groaned into her throat.
He kissed her desperately, his lips moving back to hers, tongue and teeth roughly pressing and touching hers as his fingers rubbed her clit through her panties.
Dawn moaned to him, arching and trying to get closer to his rough hand and body, her hand clenching around his pants, wanting them off, and the other in his hair, trying to pull him closer.
A whined gasp left her lips as her hips bucked against his hand as she came, more slick seeping from her.
Bucky growled, his fingers wrapping around her panties and pulling them until they ripped from her, a whimper leaving her, and guilt filled him as he realized that he might have hurt her.
He kissed her again, then pulled his lips away as he moved down her body to kiss her hips where the fabric of her panties had dug in before ripping.
His hands slid over her hips, then down to her spread thighs, his lips trailing over her hips to her slick covered slit.
"Fuck, baby," he groaned into her softly. "God, you're dripping for me… And you smell so fucking good…"
Dawn whined for his attention as her hips lifted, but her noise was cut off into a cry of need as Bucky buried his mouth in her soaked pussy. His tongue flicked out, gathering all of her wetness that it could, drinking her in as his tongue moved to her opening and pushed in.
Dawn cried out, her hips bumping up against him. He felt good there, but she needed something more.
Bucky's mouth moved with her, licking and sucking at her clit as his fingers pushed into her, finding her soft spot and teasing it.
"Bucky," she called, her hips arching to him. "Alpha," she whined needily.
A deep growl rumbled in his throat and he pulled back, his eyes dark and dangerous, his form exuding power and wildness as he stalked over her and took her mouth roughly with his.
Dawn whimpered and kissed him back, her hips spreading and angling to give him the best access to her.
Bucky kissed down her neck and to her collarbone, his teeth nipping her until he pulled back, his hands going to his pants, ripping them open and forcing them down. His cock sprung up proudly, and Dawn's eyes were drawn to it as she panted.
A low growl from him made the air, and her body, tremble.
Desire and need filled him, making his cock give a twitch and bob under her gaze.
"Omega," he growled, and Dawn felt her womb clench, begging for his seed.
"Alpha," she whimpered, her need obvious in her eyes.
Bucky tasted her flavor as he licked his lips and dropped to his hands over her, finding her mouth with his and devouring her.
He could feel her hips squirming against his as he pressed against her, making her wet pussy slide and rub over his cock.
Dawn whimpered as Bucky's chest rumbled against her. He pulled back and kissed and nipped his way down to her neck, pulling back only a little as his hands caught his hoodie and pulled it up over her head, but couldn't get it off of her body with them both laying on it, and it tangled her arms in it. He pushed her hands up, keeping them above her head, still tangled in the hoodie.
"Omega, hold still," he groaned. "Fuck- you feel so good my little omega- you're going to make me cum before I even get in ya…"
Dawn whimpered, almost sobbing out, "Bucky, please… Alpha- Alpha, please," she begged as he kissed down her breasts and nipped at her nipples.
Bucky growled to her, warning, "Omega… Your alpha knows what you need, and I’m going to give it to you. When I’m ready." He nipped at her breasts and growled, "mine." Dawn was panting and begging for more with her body as he continued to nip at her and growl that she was his. "Mine… mine… mine…"
Dawn whimpered, "yes- yes Bucky, yes, Alpha, all yours, all for you- please, Bucky- need your knot… Alpha, need you so bad," she begged.
Bucky kept one hand on hers, the other going under her knee and putting it on his shoulder, letting his hand stroke down her thigh to her hip. "Gonna be a good girl for me?" He asked, and she nodded vigorously. "Yeah? You gonna take my cock?" She nodded more, a whine leaving her. "Gonna let me give ya my knot? Let me fill ya with my cum?"
Dawn whimpered louder, desperately. "Please," she begged, "please let me have your knot- please fill me with your cum!"
Bucky let out a growl that turned into a groan and pushed his cock to her opening and started nudging it in.
He couldn't take it slow for long, and pushed his way in, a weak groan forcing its way from his throat as he bottomed out.
Dawn let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of him being fully inside of her. "Bucky," she sighed lovingly.
He turned to her lips, sighing her name as he kissed her, starting to thrust, gaining a soft, constant pace. "God, dreamed of this so long," he sighed to her.
Dawn nodded vigorously in agreement. "Knew you'd feel good, Alpha," she keened. "Feel so good…"
Bucky nuzzled her jaw, the smell of her on his face, combined with her heat scent wafting from her scent gland, right by his sensitive nose, drove him a bit feral, and a growl rumbled out against her throat.
His hand buried itself in her hair, tugging until she arched her neck up, baring her throat to him.
Bucky nipped and licked along the sensitive skin, making her hips arch up to him and another whimper leave her.
A needy growl left him and he gave a final nip before pulling back and sliding his hard dick from her, and she cried out and whimpered at the loss.
Bucky looked over her begging body and licked his lips before he growled, "Omega. Present for your Alpha."
In a blink, Dawn rolled over to her stomach, working her knees up to press her ass in the air, thighs spread so Bucky had the perfect view.
A low rumble sounded in his chest that made shivers run down her spine, and she felt his hands take her thighs and adjust her so that she was almost laying flat on her stomach, but her hips still turned up, leaving enough room for his hands to grip her hips.
His body laid over hers, his chest pressed against her back, and he helped her shove off the hoodie tangling up her arms. He leaned back, one hand tugging her hair out of the way so that he could kiss and leave soft love bites down her shoulder and back, until he got low enough that his hands were on her hips.
Bucky adjusted himself, pushing into her dripping pussy with a half moan, half growl. "Fuck, baby- so wet and hot for your Alpha," he groaned. "Such a tight, good- ungh- pretty little Omega…"
Dawn whimpered as he started thrusting, one hand moving up to the top of her hip, pressing just above one ass cheek, the other on her ribs, holding her down and still as he fucked into her roughly.
Growls and grunts were falling to her from his lips, making her whimper and moan back. "Alpha- so good, Alpha," she whined, her legs twining around his, her back arching up toward him.
Bucky nuzzled behind her ear, his hot breath blowing over her through her hair. "You're being such a fucking perfect little Omega for me," he told her. "Gonna fuck you so hard," he panted, and she whined needily. "Gonna shove my big knot in your tight little Omega pussy. Gonna put my pups in your belly," he told her, feeling himself twitch inside of her at the thought as he continued rutting into her.
Dawn whimpered, her body arching more to be closer to him. "Please," she begged. "Please let me have your knot! Want your pups- need your cum-!" She panted.
"Yeah," Bucky answered. "Yeah, baby- gonna fucking fill you up with my cum. Gonna be dripping down your thighs past my knot, gonna be so much," he growled, a stuttered grunt leaving him at the feeling of her coming and tightening around him in waves. "Oh, fuck," he groaned, "I feel your pussy tryin ta milk the cum from my cock- feels so good, baby, feels so fucking good-"
Dawn felt herself clenching around him, her orgasm rippling through her whole body.
Bucky shifted up, giving himself enough room to move, and started pounding into her hard, feeling her body rocking forward in the nest of his clothes with his thrusts despite his hands holding her down.
"Good girl," he moaned loudly, "good girl- takin’ me so well- gonna take my knot that good? Huh?" He watched her nodding her head as desperate noises left her. "Yeah?" She nodded again desperately and Bucky felt himself getting ready to cum, his knot starting to swell. "H-here it comes- here it comes, baby- take it," he gasped. "Take it for me, doll," he groaned as he felt it starting to catch, but still slipping out.
Dawn let out moans as she felt Bucky’s knot slipping in and out of her, arching and needy for it to catch and swell until it couldn’t slip from her wet heat.
“Come for me,” Bucky growled above her, head bowing as he continued to pound into her prone body with his hands holding her down. “Ungh! Baby- oh fuck, doll- come for me-” he groaned, feeling himself catching and knowing he didn’t have much longer. “Omega- come for your Alpha!” He demanded, shoving his knot into her hot, drenched pussy.
Dawn cried out as she arched, her body clenching around Bucky’s twitching cock as she came.
Bucky let out a primal noise, growling out, “fuck! Yes!” before moving his hands to Dawn’s, twining their fingers as he slammed them to the pile of clothes, his chest meeting her back and pressing her down so she couldn’t get away as his hips continued to grind into her, tugging his knot a little as he sent shot after shot of cum deep into her pussy, his teeth closing around skin dangerously close to her bonding mark after hovering over it for a moment.
They gasped for air as they came down from their high, now connected in a cool off period for a time.
Bucky kissed over her shoulder, still trying to catch his breath as he wrapped his arms around her and rolled to the side so he wasn’t crushing her. He buried his nose in her hair as he held her tightly against him. “God, that was so good, doll,” he sighed against her, eyes closed to take in as much of her presence as he could.
Dawn nodded, managing to gasp out a, “yeah…”
“Sorry if I was a little rough, doll, I- it’s been a while…” he apologized uncertainly.
Dawn shook her head. “S’ok… Why?” She asked after a moment.
“Why?” Bucky asked.
“Why so long? You could have any omega here- probably at least as far as the state of New York…”
Bucky nuzzled behind her ear. “Well… I met an omega I want… can’t stop thinking about her… Haven’t wanted anyone else since...”
Dawn stiffened in his arms. “I- I’m sorry,” she murmured, her voice full of regret and guilt, “I didn’t mean to make you- make you- cheat or-”
“It’s you, doll,” he told her.
“I- ...huh?” She asked.
“It’s you. It’s been you since I first met you, Dawn,” he murmured, his lips grazing over her shoulder and neck. “Almost couldn’t stop myself from bonding you at the end there,” he admitted. “But I don’t wanna be like those other alphas; my dame is going to want to be my omega, and… I didn’t get the chance to ask- don’t know how you felt about me- it…”
“I- I want it too, Bucky…” Dawn admitted shyly. “Since we first met… Wanted you to mark me right there in front of everyone…”
Bucky grinned against her and a happy rumble traveled through her body from his chest.
“Next round, doll, I swear- if you’ll let me…” He murmured happily.
“Yes,” she told him.
Another deep, happy rumble vibrated through them from his chest. “Then we have about ten minutes before I can pull out of you and give you a good time until-”
“Until my brain starts melting again?” She joked.
Bucky chuckled. “Mmhm… Until I gotta push this big, alpha knot back into your little omega cunt,” he purred by her ear.
“Bucky- that’s not fair- you can’t start talking dirty now- how will I last ten minutes with that?” She whined, feeling desire stirring in her belly.
An amused sound rumbled in Bucky’s chest. “Don’t worry, doll, I’ll take care of you… Of course, I’m also going to make you beg for my knot before I’ll give it to you…” Dawn groaned needily. Bucky chuckled. “Only about eight minutes left,” he teased.
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The most used Mexico´ cliches in fanfiction and comics (And surely this can apply to any other OC)
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Also, this does not intend to be a manual or guide on how to write a good comic or fanfic. It is only a compilation of repetitive elements found throughout these works.
Now, let's continue ...
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I have been in Hetalia's fandom for more than a year, and the Countryhumans' less than a year, and both my cousin and I have seen and read enough material from Mexico's OCs, enough to compile in a list the most popular cliches when reading a fanfic or comic which involves this character. As I said at the beginning, this is not a guide of what to do and what not, but we invite creators to find new ways to tell the same stories (or even new ones) differently and to not fall into the predictable.
( Perhaps it is because in my university career one of my teachers was very demanding with coherent scripts and stories, and that she tended to review them 10 times before giving the approval, that I became very demanding with the creation of stories and characters. But that's my personal issue! )
Sarcastically, this should be called "The clichés that cannot be miss for your Mexico´ story" :
1. The Mexico´OC was created ONLY to be the love interest of another character (the author's favorite):
In the same way, the author´ comics and fanfics will be of the romantic genre, and it will involve his favorite ship (or his various ships if he/she is a multi-shipper). Making a brief conclusion, there are few works in which Mexico stands out as a character, without having the love interest, or the famous harem, as the main plot.
And if you were curious, here is a chart that shows the most used ships in the Hetalia´ case, although in 2020 it may have slight changes:
(Denmark and Norway?! I have never found any fic about them being paired with Mexico)
2. María Sue and Gary Estuardo:
More cliché this could not be. Even when I´m mexican myself, I realize that the representation of my country has received the Mary Sue treatment by the fandom, both in Hetalia and in Countryhumas, and mostly by the latino and mexican community. I already talked about this HERE, but I'll summarize it:
Regardless of whether Mexico is a man or a woman:
- They will be the center of the universe, all the characters will kiss the ground they step on, they will be the most cute person in the world, without flaws, and their greatest virtue will be his or her ethereal beauty that will make everyone to fall in love with them, with just an eye blink.
- It´s never their fault and they will never face the consequences of their actions, e.g. causing WW3. What's even more, he or she is just a poor victim of the evil countries that want to take advantage of his/her territory.
- Having got laid or dating half of the world will not cause them serious consequences or a negative reputation.
- Personality? Oh my, that´s very complicated to write, instead I will narrate how my female Mexico arrived at the restaurant with a dress that highlighted her feminine attributes and how her long and abundant hair made more than one person to sigh; Or how my male Mexico wore tight pants that showed his perfect toned legs, and that when he smiled he made blush every country.
If it was a parody, I'd accept Mexico to be a Mary Sue or a Gary Stu. But usually the authors want you to take the story and the character seriously. So... nope.
3. Plots taken from soap operas, or telenovelas:
Believe it or not, there are authors who have admitted that their Mexico´ fanfics are based on mexican telenovelas. And the worst thing is that telenovelas have the most cliche stories in the world! Think about it, you have a good and humble, but kind of dumb person, who in this case is going to be Mexico, who falls in love with a handsome and rich person, who will obviously be a first world country, but there is someone who wants to finish their romance. You also have forced marriages, fights, misunderstandings, slaps, super dramatic scenes, passionate scenes, cheesy titles...
Mix all this elements together, and you will get:
For comedy purpose, we will be using my OC)
4. The fanfic or comic always, ALWAYS, has to start with a world meeting:
I propose a challenge for you and your friends. Gather together and search for Mexico fanfics, no matter the fandom where you all came from. Take a shot, or put a coin in a jar, for every time the first chapter begins at a meeting.
And almost always it is here where the author builds the romantic story, examples:
“It was a normal day in the boardroom, everyone was arguing while Germany (United Nations if it is a Countryhumans fic) tried in vain to put order and discipline. Only a nation was waiting for a certain person with brown skin and delicate features, to enter through that great door… ”
“Suddenly, a brown skin girl with black and curly hair (Seriously guys, where did you got the idea your average mexican girl has natural curly hair?!) entered the room, and the entire room went silent. Everyone who was there had something to do with that young lady, and seeing her there, turned into a full woman, left them stunned. She was gorgeous.”
Another cliché, but this one can be in any story, is: "Realizing that it was getting late, he got up, took off his pajamas, groomed, combed his hair, and put on his yellow shirt with his ...". There are several ways to start the story without the famous world meeting and the character's morning routine.
5. The harem and love triangles (or any other geometric shape):
This cliché could not be missing either. There are a lot of Mexico x TheWorld´ fanfics. As I said before, I am not against the shipping and the harem of Mexico, each one is free to ship whatever they like, as long as there is respect between the community.
But even when an author wants to focus on a single couple, let's take for example Canada x Mexico, he necesarily has to include USAMex and RusMex as secondary couples, and at some point it gets exhausting and reforces the Mary Sue treatment. It seems that for many authors, Mexico's international relations automatically translate into a “romantic relationship”, and not into a friends or business partners one.
And also, the construction of the relationship it feels sometimes very empty. The author doesn't give time to show how they become a couple or how they found the chemistry in the other. In the third chapter they are already making out!
6. The toxicity:
Oh yeah.
I don't blame this clichá, my cousin and I concluded that healthy relationships are rare in Hetalia and Countryhumans. Practically all countries have one or two flaws that at first sight makes them look toxic. And in Mexico's fanfics and comics, particularly those involving USAMex, the character gets involved in a possessive and codependent relationship.
If Mexico is not a dominant male or a femme fatale, it will be a submissive character who will allow all kinds of abuse. Or in each chapter he or she will doubt about his/her relationship, and will make their partner jealous.
To write a healthy relationship, you must work on the characters' strengths and make them both face their flaws, but instead, the authors take these flaws and make them the basis of the relationship.
7. The party´ chapter in which things get ... heavily crazy:
Okay, so we have our first chapter at the world meeting, where we establish the main couple. Now what we need is the stage for the lovebirds to confess their love ... while being drunk. In many works we will find the countries gathered at a party (usually a Latino party), and the author will narrate all the crazy events that occur, including how Mexico and his sweetheart, will confess their feelings after having taken a few bottles, and sometimes this gets to ...
8. The chapter (or chapters) + 18
This is almost a requirement for many fanfic´ writers, and is always written in the same way. The author will narrate you in detail from the moment they begin to undress until the climax moment.
9. Spain will never stop calling Mexico "New Spain", despite the fact that more than 200 years have passed since the country's independence and its recognition:
And in the case of Hetalia, Mexico must have the same last name as Spain: Hernández Carriedo. Yes, in the same way that United States last name is not Jones, but Kirkland, like its ex-colonizer England; or that Belarus last name is Braginski as his brother Russia, and not Arlovskaya.
Also, although Spain continues to call Mexico "New Spain", he will never call Argentina "Rio de la Plata" or Colombia "New Granada". Similarly, England and France will never call America and Canada "13 Colonies" and "New France" respectively. It seems to be something exclusive for Spain and Mexico.
10. Repetitive references and jokes, or lack of knowledge about the country.
Paco the chihuahua dog, Mexico and Sudamericans fighting over the avocado´s name, Mexico having flashbacks of his/her past with the Aztec Empire and with the USA when they were colonies, Mexico complaining about his/her rulers and corruption within the country, Mexico crying over Texas, Mexico demonstrating his/her beautiful culture to other countries …
Not to mention when someone makes an Mexico OC and his knowledge of the country is very basic: tacos, sombreros, Day of the Dead, always hot climate, the wall issue with America, Aztec and Maya as the only ancestors of Mexico, Texas, burritos... Sorry if I sound rude but, those people need to read and investigate more, and watch less movies where Mexico has that yellow filter.
11. Bad translations
Okay, this is something exclusive of the spanish speaking fandom, but I´ll tell you what´s their issue.
Some author had the brilliant idea to make the dialogues of the countries in their respective languages, followed by placing the Spanish translation in parentheses, and from there many followed suit. The problem is when you notice that they don´t speak or understand the language, and instead they use the Google translator, obtaining results like this:
There have been several occasions when I am reading America and England´ dialogues, and it makes me want to write in the comment section: “DON´T USE THE GOOGLE TRANSLATOR! ” I wouldn´t know what to say from the rest of the countries, since my French is very basic,and I have hardly learned one phrase from the others languages.
My advise for these authors is to find a person who is fluent in the language and who can help them with the dialogues. Or even better, try to avoid this cliché, because at the end of the day people will only read the translation, and it is already implied that each country speaks in its respective language. Also doing this is very pretentious.
The less you can do is to add in the dialogues well know words, like adiós, hola, bonjour, ciao...
12. Changing the canon personalities. Or worse: turn a loved character into a villain.
I already said this HERE too. Basically, for the author to make his Mexico an empathic character and to make other countries to fall in love with him or her, they must conveniently change their canon personalities. This applies more in Hetalia than in Countryhumans, since this last one belongs to the community and nobody can establish what is canon and what is not. On the other hand, in Hetalia the characters already have their own personalities, and neither plays the role of villain. And there is a big difference between being an antagonist or a villain, but I´ll let you to investigate it yourself.
This cliché is closely related to the Mary Sue treatment, because if I want readers to empathize with Mexico, I must turn another character into an evil person who is going to put him through hardships. And normally this character is the United States or America, whatever you call him.
If I want Russia or Germany to fall in love with Mexico, I must rewrite their characters and throw out the unstable part of Russia, and Germany's little experience regarding romantic relationships, just to make them the most romantic and sentimental people in the world.
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There you have it! I think I already roasted 80% of Mexico fanfiction and fanart, but is not like they are going to dissapear with this post. On the good side, for every time I cringed reading some of these works, I have saved a good amount money, you must try it. I should try an aside blog where I criticize bad fanfiction... But at the moment, that´s all for today! See ya!
#mun says#personal opinion#hws mexico#aph mexico#hetalia mexico#countryhumans mexico#fanfiction reviews#clichés
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Tropes:
-oblivious cinnamon roll + smooth motherfucker
-royalty
-bed sharing
OCs:
Prince Rivers Well
Sir Kyle Woods
Idea:
Basically, Rivers is the oblivious cinnamon and Kyle is the smooth fucker (Thats trope 1). Rivers is a prince and Kyle is a knight assigned to protect him and shit (thats trope 2). For trope 3, either they get together and cuddle or one of them need comforting so they cuddle. Also! Rivers will be a bit oblivious and mostly in denial. And he's also easily flustered (so is Kyle tbh haha).
Can this be, like, Kyle-centric? Why not
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"Did it hurt?"
"When I fell from heaven? Why t-"
"No, when you fell down the stairs. I saw you fall and lay there for a solid minute, Kyle."
"... looks like I'm falling for you."
Okay, Kyle never meant to fall for his prince, but he had. Over the 13 years they've known each other, he'd hated Rivers for half of one, liked him for eight, and loved him for four.
He loved how his prince's hair turned golden in sunlight. How his eyes would light up everytime he talked about something he was passionate of. How his cheeks would flush pink when Kyle complimented him, called him great. He loved the soft smiles that only he knew. Loved the whispered conversations they had in the middle of the night, when neither could sleep.
Kyle loved his prince when he smiled. Loved him when he cried. Loved him when they fought and screamed. Loved him when they made up. He loved Rivers, loves him, and he doesn't think he can stop even if he wanted to.
He was aware that his prince didn't care about gender, that he loved anyone and everyone. So, was it so wrong to think that he might have a chance?
He's never been good confrontations, funny as that may seem. He tended to avoid telling people how he felt. He rarely told his prince about his emotions either. Although, it might be because Rivers could read him like an open book. Pick up lines and flirting was something he could do, though. Something he's been doing since he first fell for his prince. Almost everyone knew about his feelings at this point, he was pretty obvious.
Now, if only Rivers could stop being so oblivious and figure it out too.
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"Riv?"
"Yeah?"
"Did the sun just come out or did you smile at me?"
Rivers simply laughed, throwing his head back as his cheeks flushed red. "Stop it!"
Kyle only chuckled, expression soft as he watched his prince giggle and mutter, cheeks still a light pink, as he went back to his book. Gods, did he love him.
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The moonlight filtered through the window, setting the room alight with an ethereal glow. Rivers was in bed, reading, and Kyle had just finished changing. He climbs into bed and tries not to melt as Rivers wraps an arm around him. He fails, but he couldn't care less at this point, moving closer and resting his head against his prince's shoulder, taking a curious look at the book.
They read together for a while, not moving from their position, and Kyle felt his eyes go heavy. Slowly, he closed his eyes.
Just before he fell asleep, as he stood at the edge of the cliff, the last traces of consciousness quickly slipping by, he could've sworn he Rivers had pressed a soft kiss to the top of head.
"Goodnight, Kyle."
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"I love you"
It had been a normal day. They'd been spending it like normal, working and training and having fun together. They'd managed to snag a quick break and were laying in a field, just talking and enjoying each other's company.
Here, with Rivers smiling so sweetly at him, giggling with his cheeks dusted pink, eyes so full of affection and fondness, Kyle couldn't believe this was all so real. His prince was laughing at an off-handed comment Kyle had made, and, before he knew it, he'd blurted out the very secret he'd been hiding for so long. "I love you."
Rivers blinked, tilted his head (Gods, he's so pretty), and responded "Yeah, I love you too?"
Kyle got the feeling his prince wasn't talking about the same love that he was.
"No, Riv. I-I love you."
"Love me...?" His prince muttered, cheeks turning red, "Kyle, you love me?"
He was looking at him now, eyes wide and lips parted in silent surprise. Kyle felt his face grow hot, turning away in a vain attempt to hide it, a hand coming up to cover his mouth.
Why did he have to lose control now of all times?
"Kyle! You love me!"
Why... was he dreaming or did his prince sound ecstatic at the very idea?
"Yeah, of course I do, idiot."
Ugh, shut up, Kyle. Stop talking and save yourself the embarrassment.
Out of the blue, he felt hands grasp at his face, forcefully turning his head to look at Rivers. Rivers who was still red, still grinning, still- wait, was he coming closer?!
Panicking (and can you blame him?), he only managed to let out a small "wha-" before soft lips pressed against his own. He was stock still, mind stuck on the fact that this was Rivers and holy shit they were kissing! Rivers, his prince, was kissing him holy fuck.
The blonde pulled away, stopping with only inches between them, and smiled (Gods the things he does to him).
"What's wrong Kyle? You'd think you would be more happy at getting kissed by the love of your life~"
Was the fucker teasing him?
"Oh fuck off, Rivers."
He grinned as he pulled the laughing prince closer to him, silencing him with a kiss.
Turns out, it was pretty hard to kiss someone when you're smiling and laughing. Still, Kyle thought that this could possibly be the most perfect moment of his life.
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So, I made a oneshot out of three trope things. I just put a bunch (over 40) into a spin the wheel thing and I spun the wheel and this came out.
My best friend wants it to be a full fic, so do I haha
-Myth
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You sendin’ 20 pencils? you gettin’ 20 ocs. You asked for this.
1. Sileves
I love Sileves, I love her big generous heart and how eagerly she accepts friends of her children and her husband as honorary family members. I wish I could talk more about her job as a healer because she takes such immense pride in it and she is what I would want any nurse or doctor to be; so caring and patient and kind.
2. Methenor
Methenor is a soft boi hidden under layers of icy indifference, sarcasm and dry etiquette and I love it. He cares for his family so much ;-; And like I feel incredibly bad for him because no wonder he’s cold as ice when pretty much his entire family left him in Rivendell; His parents sailed, his older sister is who knows where, his younger brother ran for Lothlorien and now his only son left him too.
3. Malgelir
Chirpy social butterfly with a small bit of a “ME FIRST” complex towards her siblings. Malgelir always wanted to get married and have a child, and the fact that she did so before her siblings does make her prouder than she probably should be. Thankfully this isnt out of pure malicious intent because I don’t think she ever had an evil thought in her life.
She also cares so much about her hubby and her son ;-; i cry
4. Rhoscthel
Fun fact I aint got a single clue about what goes into fashion design and yet here Rhoscthel is being a tailor. Send help. Plz. I’m making this up as I go and I just hope nobody notices I’m bluffing my way through anything that takes half a glance at her skill as a tailor.
I also wish I knew how people Actually Flirt TM because Rhos is supposed to be a charming she-elf with bargaining powers that could almost rival Caranthir’s but idk anything about either flirting or haggling. The woes of an introvert trying to play a socially savvy extrovert TM
5. Amathel
With Amathel I’ve been contemplating switching her social status of engaged to married but Amathel kind of has concerns and worries about the act of getting married so idk how to really.. change her status? Like should I just change it or drabble it or..
Like it’s not that she doesnt want to be married to Lagoron, she loves him very dearly, but there’s certain expectations that comes with having a wedding especially as a highly valued member of the Rivendell guard.
Idk I kinda want to dive more into the complex nature of her always wanting to be on top and number one in her class despite the fact that she has a lot of… performance anxiety, I guess you could call it?
She doesnt like to be put on the spot or even necessarily in the spotlight even though she has an ambitious drive and is always looking to improve as a guard.
6. Innith
With Innith I’m kinda having the opposite problem I do with Rhoscthel. I don’t get to use her much because she’s a shy, introverted scholar who would really only want to interact with coworkers and patrons of the library in Rivendell; and unfortunately there’s not a lot of those muses around.
this is very much me asking you to throw Pan at her sometimes I think they could be fun together plz
I’m also a bit sad the one ship I had for her has long since sailed away. F/F ships are so hard to come by.
7. Nethel
You would think I have a similar problem with Nethel like I do with Innith but since Nethel is such a drastically different character I actually dont find it hard to find interactions for her lol. People seem to be rather drawn to her even though she’s brutally blunt. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Nethel is a lot like Feanor just minus the genius linguistic part.
Plus while Nethel is cooped up in her workshop most of the time she does need to come out and tend to her biological needs like eating, bathing, sleeping, much to her dismay as she has little patience for small talk.
Aside from that I think most of the muns I toss her at are aware that she’s a deeply insecure person under all that brutal facade, and people generally seem to have a little more patience with a character like that? like idk, just something I noticed.
8. Miston
Honestly without Miston this blog wouldnt exist and I wouldn’t be here to gush about all my characters, so needless to say Miston is incredibly important to me. I feel like he has grown as a character a lot since the beginning of this blog but that he has also remained true to the description I give him in his about section. He is still a character who doesn’t like sharing his feelings and rather deflect them, ignore them entirely or distract you with conversations about literally anything else.
Miston is very near and dear to my heart.
9. Eredhon
Baby. Precious soft child. Eredhon is such a sweetheart and it’s truly thanks to a lot of brainstorming with @legolasgoldy that he has been crawling out of his shell because for quite a while I myself didnt even know all that much about Eredhon.
He is a soft, gentle soul with a lot of deep running emotions and his social anxiety can definitely play cruel tricks on him, but with the right support system he blossoms into a very sweet and devoted friend who will always try to help you through any emotional problems. He’s also a lot more emotionally intelligent than I originally gave him credit for. He’s usually paired with social butterflies (see Malgelir) because he does get those type of characters to kind of.. relent the walls they build around themselves and let him see the emotional struggles they tend to ignore
He’ll also never apologises for feeling his emotions. He’ll apologize for snapping, for raising his voice, for letting his anxiety drive him up a wall and for anything that deserves an apology, but he won’t apologize for feeling sad or anxious or happy or in need of comfort.
10. Calithilon
I’ve been thinking about aging canon Cali up to at least a talkative elfling because honestly because he is so young in canon I haven’t really gotten a chance to use him all that effectively in the main storyline.
Most of Cali’s development comes from modern aus with @hclliish where he’s a teen, dating her Sleipnir (another precious child, just not one of mine lol)Cali takes after his mom in looks and unfortunately for him after his dad in personality, making him a rather shy and quiet person with a lot of insecurities. Being born to two singers makes him a natural singer as well, and his voice is higher in tone than that of his father.
Despite being an anxious teen (because when is puberty ever kind) he does find a lot of comfort in his parents unconditional love for him. They’re a very solid parents-child unit tbh.
11. Lagoron
Another character that I don’t get to use all that much, which is unfortunate because I find Lagoron an incredibly funny and interesting character. He’s a very un-elvish elf, in fact he’s more a hobbit in an elven disguise. While also being a guard, he is an entirely different type than Amathel; where Amathel yearns to be the best and the strongest, Lagoron is a team player who believes in the strength of numbers and strong bonds between guards to drag them through the most difficult situations; and that hasn’t exactly made him the top performer of the class.
He is however truly the kind of person you want on your team, and in a fight he’s surprisingly endurant and likely to exhaust his opponent by focusing on dodging their power attacks rather than wasting his energy in fighting back.
Always has food on him and will offer it to anyone he feels like stricking up a friendly conversation with. 10/10 good friend.
12. Hinnoron
Hinnoron is definitely more of the tradtional elf. He’s radiant, and ethereal, and pleasant to be around. He also has a natural calmness about him and a certain kind of wisdom. Y’know, typical Tolkien Elf TM stuff.
Hinnoron gets interesting when you dive into his deeper relationships. His relationship with his eldest sister is on a very low pit, and the one he has with Methenor has definitely taken some blows. When Gelwenil left to follow the stars, Methenor got rather clingy towards Hinnoron, who felt suffocated in return.
Hinnoron left for Lothlorien, and to this day regrets that he abandoned Methenor when Methenor was clearly struggling with the departure of their parents and their sister. While they have mended their bond since, this kind of guilt does seem to creep into his relationships with Haldir ( @thehiddenhero ) and Oropher ( @oropherrrrr ) He often doesn’t tell them when things about the relationship upset him and bottles his emotions up to an unhealthy degree, all because he fears of upsetting their feelings or even damaging the image they have of him if he’s not the perfect, ethereal and unconditionally supportive partner. For someone who gives love so easily and unconditionally, he seems to have a hard time believing that the love he receives doesn’t come with the condition that he has to be a perfect lover or it’ll be revoked.
Someone plz teach him that he’s allowed to have needs and that he’s allowed to have those needs tended to.
13. Gelwenil
Ah yes. The lost one. Well no, not lost, she knows exactly where she’s going but nobody else does. Gelwenil honestly never meant to upset Methenor or Hinnoron when she left to follow the stars. Like Methenor was definitely struggling when his parents left for Valinor, but in retrospect Gelwenil left several years after that. Maybe not enough for him to have healed and moved on, but I don’t blame her for thinking that with his wife, children and their youngest brother Methenor would have enough of a support net to justify her wanting to explore the skies.
Gelwenil is an avid believer in the power of Varda, and also deeply respects Tilion and Arien. Any type of celestial Maia can be expected to be treated with the deepest respect from her.
Out of all my characters Gelwenil deserves the most TLC tbh I feel like she’s underdeveloped compared to everyone else because I dont use her a lot.
14. Faerveren
Uuuugh I miss Faerveren so much. Mistons second cousin twice removed, and probably the only person to ever leave him flabbergasted and when Miston is the voice of reason in a duo, you know somethings up.
Faerveren is also an interesting character because with her I wanted to present the idea of people assuming you’re always emotionally fine as long as you’re physically strong enough to be virtually invincible.
15. Nengelon
Local edition of the “I’m so fucking done with this shit I don’t get paid enough to deal with” club, together with Feren and Lindir. Nengelon tends to fall into an elven variety of Welsh when he runs upset with the leader of the Sabaid elves, and just about no one knows what he’s saying.
There’s also the implication that he basically ran away from the Riunnag (waterelves, maybe related to the Teleri through distant blood but sources (ie me) dont confirm that yet so its just rumors) tribe he belonged to because of his secret romantic ties to said leader, but Nengelon doesn’t speak of his romantic outings to anyone so it’s just a rumor.
16. Braigon
Ah, big, bulky, burly, 7 foot something Sabaid leader Braigon. Rides a grizzly bear as a warmount, wields a gigantic twohanded battle axe, and is an absolute terror on the battlefield… when he bothers to get his tribe of warrior travelers involved. Braigon tends to stroll around like he owns the place, because not many dare to defy this mountain of an elf.
Maybe thats why people are so bewildered when 5′9 sized Nengelon curses him out on his bullshit in some incomprehensible tongue they don’t know.
Braigon is actually a pretty solid leader of a tribe where elves can pretty much do as they please as long as they do their job as either warrior or provider (finding food and other supplies) outstandingly. The Sabaids aren’t a big tribe, there’s only a couple hundred of them, but they make for fantastic allies… but only if you can manage to convince Braigon to risk any of his people in any given war; and he usually isn’t concerned with fighting the battles of others for them without a good reason.
17. Bereneth
Bereneth is an interesting case. An accident between a Sinda lady and a Noldo refugee, at a time when those relationships weren’t exactly accepted after the reign of destruction left by the line of Finwe. (I like to believe thats something that took a generation or two for elves to get over dont @ me.)
Because of this, Bereneth was relentlessly bullied to the point where as soon as the oppertunity rose, her mother left for then newly settled Rivendell. Being under the rule of Elrond, she figured her daughter would be safe there. Bereneth remained there and bore three children to Carandolon and sailed to Valinor when their daughter in law was pregnant with her first child
18. Carandolon
Chieftain of a squadron while Greenwood was under the rule of Oropher, Carandolon was a bright eyed and wanderlust filled soul, born to two fullblooded Silvan elves. When on a mission to Rivendell, where he had to accompany a diplomat, he saw Bereneth and for him it was love at first sight.
When the mission was over and he returned to Greenwood, he immediately requested to be dismissed from his chieftain status and to be allowed to move and live to Rivendell.
A reckless and bold move, and it did take him a while to woo Bereneth, but they ultimately fell in love, got married, and had three children. He sailed with his wife when their daughter in law was pregnant with her first child
19. Nemiron
The missing link that connects Miston to the line of Finwe. Nemiron is the bastard son of Írimë and an unknown father of Vanyarin descent. Nemiron lost complete vision in his right eye when the healer tent he worked at got raided by the enemy in that war; and he threw himself as a shield between the blade and the wounded soldier it was aiming for.
During the war, he was usually found in the company of either Finrod or Edrahil, as he needed help to adjust to his new lack of depth perception. Sometimes during that same war, he left to settle in Lothlorien, where he met the weaver apprentice Dillothés. They married and moved to Rivendell as a position for an experienced healer was open there, and they had their family there.
Nemiron remained in Rivendell, despite yearning to sail, for the sake of his only daughter, and he ultimately sailed for Valinor when she was pregnant with her third child.
I havent decided if the power of Valinor heals Nemiron’s injury, but if it does (and I doubt it), it would do so only partially. His right eye will never be 100% functional.
20. Dillothés
The third and last born daughter of her parents, Dillothés worked as a weaver’s apprentice in Lothlorien before moving up to becoming a weaver of her own, selling her selfmade fabrics to tailors and others interested and making a comfortable living out of it
She became infatuated with Nemiron, who was often found in the library studying Lothlorien native herbs to aid in his small healer practice. After she learned of his injury she never backed away from him once, and helps and supports him to the best of her ability. This remains the case when they went to Valinor and whether or not he partially heals from his injury
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Borrowed this neat little list from @ask-iraiel.
01. Oldest OC: This would be the departed @lady-handhour, who started off as a human (Gilnean) Warlock character in Vanilla WoW, and my very first heavily Rp’d character. She is now a banshee that is bound to the Ghostlands and surprisingly is still fun and interesting for me to write after all these years.
02. Newest OC: @wraithsongs is my newest character, a Dark Ranger. I haven’t written very much for her or introduced her to RP, her blog just merely aesthetics now, so I haven’t done a lot of advertising, but she will be getting some stand alone stories very soon.
03: Favorite OC: A hard question, as I like something about each character I was inspired to create and develop. My favorite to write for and develop has been @echoesofthelight lately, I think, though who I end up writing/rping for is really influenced on my daily mood and the interest shown in a character by others.
04 Favorite OC Design: I really love sketching out my more supernatural-looking characters, and of them @gravekeeper-anna has been the most fun to play around with. Though she recently had a more darkly whimsical look to her, she’s recently going through some revisions to her design, and its been an interesting challenge to try to put together what she looks like now as I take my group’s Rp contributions into consideration. (Truly some amazing writing occurred and I love the people that support my little forsaken lady so much. )
05 Main Reason for Making OC’s: Rolling a character and developing an OC are two very different things for me, and usually an OC comes out of an idea that haunts me or one that is built through a bridge of stories on one of my already existing characters. Inspiration is a very large motivator for me, and I usually can’t go on playing a toon I create unless they really come alive for me in my mind.
06. Describe Your Character Creating Process: This is probably intertwined a lot with the answer for number 5...it all starts with being inspired by something, being haunted by a concept for days or weeks that I can’t shake. Usually I’ll start writing some the concept, sketch out things for myself, and then I’ll share my ideas with an Rp friend I trust to see if it sounds...well, sound. Then if I’m lucky and confident with my idea, I can see it flourish into stories and Rp, and maybe even more grounded art.
07: Character Ships: The word ‘ship’ has a few meanings for me, as they can mean different types of relationships continuously written with a regular rp partner that for me, revolve around character exploration and development. I currently have a romantically-inclined ‘ship’ between Safrona here and @thefirstperished. On @echoesofthelight I tend to do a lot of character developing with @renwyck’s writer, a platonic relationship. And @roselyn-ravenblade has a mentor/mentee relationtionship with @asharinhun, and she also has a fine friendship building with @natereising.
08: My favorite OC ship has been what has developed between Safrona and @thefirstperished. It was something that was organically Rp’d and a little unexpected, but has been very satisfying. There is a rich intimate exploration into both of our very not normal characters that always pulls me right in and keeps me and Saf both on our toes, or sinking in a sea of feels or even snickering to myself. Throw in there that I just admire The First as an amazingly written character in his own right, I’m just always looking forward to see this deeply bonded relationship develop however the way it does.
09. Weirdest OC: I think the majority of my characters have a little ‘weirdness’ to them, and that is what makes them enjoyable for me to write. I think the weirdest concept I have is my Forsaken Monk at @danseindeath which is possibly too off kilter to even legitimately RP. I love her twisted, violent aesthetic though, so I keep her blog around. That’s where the most disturbing of my inspiration goes, likely.
10. Villains? @danseindeath was supposed to be the most villainous of my roster, but not sure anymore, as I’m not actively writing that character. I honestly have trouble writing a clear hero, or a clear villain. I usually play with moralities, dancing in a grey area. There is always a reason for the things one does. I suppose right now @lady-handhour is my most ‘lawful evil’ of my characters, but on the whole, most consider undead and their motivations to be ‘evil’.
11. Would you consider yourself nice to your OCS? I didn’t used to be. I think I liked writing tragic characters much too much. Many of my characters don’t have great orgins, and some characters, by the gods, did I put them through the wringer. But I’m coming to a point that some of these characters I’ve written for so long falling into pitfall after pitfall of ruin (some ten years rl in running) deserve some positive development for once, or having things work in their favor.
12. An OC you’ve killed (if you havent killed anyone, who would you kill?) Most recently I tried to permanently retire @gravekeeper-anna after the assault on Lordaeron by the Alliance after Teldrassil’s burning with her execution, but some dear writer friends weren’t having that at all, so she is returning, slowly but surely. :) A grateful nod must go to @sanguinesorceress, @duraxxor, @silvertonguedaggermaw and @nixalegos for inspiring her recreation.
13. Are any of your OC’s parents? Safrona has had terrible luck being a parent, but she can remember some semblence of what it felt to have a child, somehow. As can @lady-handhour. @gravekeeper-anna is the a motherly guardian to the Lost of Lordaeron in a way, but right now, it is @wraithsongs that has had a child survive her, and sadly, it probably breaks her brain. Maybe one day one of my characters will get to have a healthy parent-child relationship, who knows?
14. Are there any OC’s you find yourself neglecting? I find I’m neglecting @delaurac a lot mostly because his story has fell flat on its face for me and I think I’ve fallen into making him a punching bag, and I probably don’t want to go that route again with ANOTHER character. Just lack of steady inspiration for me when it comes to Quint.
15. An OC that is difficult to write/draw/rp: That would be Saraj the Ethereal. I have always, always wanted an Ethereal character, but he falls into all those categories of being a highly intelligent, centuries? old entity that I just don’t have enough lore on to a point that I don’t know if I can ever deeply write him, while also being very hard to draw as a space mummy, and being someone that just shows up as cameos for the Courier. I dearly love this character though.
16: Tallest/Shortest OC: Shortest: @roselyn-handhour, tallest is Safrona’s Shivarra, that I sometimes bring in as an IC interation.
17: Oldest and Youngest OCs: Youngest OC is @roselyn-ravenblade in her early-mid twenties and the oldest is Saraj who is...who knows how old Ethereals are.
18: Do you dislike any of your OCs? Well. I wouldn’t ever want to meet @danseindeath in real life, but the idea of her intrigued my horror-appreciating brain.
19: Have you ever made a self-insert? I think there are aspects we identify with or that intrigue us as writers that we put into characters to make them relatable to us and therefore inspire us to write, but I stayed away for a long time from really putting big chunks of my personality into my characters. They were for a long time art that I released into the world, subjects that I subjected to stories, environs, and the impact of other characters on their existences. That changed a little with @roselyn-ravenblade, as I just started writing her half the time with my own reactions in a social environment. And its made her feel more of a real character to me as an effect, and its all kinda amusing.
20: An OC regret: I regret sometimes letting myself get too carried with making characters. I feel like I sometimes don’t have the brain to keep up with them all. Its often a feeling that makes me want to shelf a character, or retire them, but I never can pick who. And then I just feel like I’m giving up on one of my creations.
21: An OC you didn’t expect to be popular: I honestly did not expect Safrona to be so popular. She is a courier. There should have been nothing very interesting about that. She was my very first Tumblr account though, and she’s been around for a time here, and I was fairly active in having her interact with people. Am still a little stunned at the follower count she has, and moreover that it isn't dropping. I don't feel she is as popular with people now despite all this, just an old account and characterization I haven't shelved. This of course does not wither my massive love and gratitude for those that have written with Saf, ever liked her posts or reblogged, complimented and supported this character somehow. Just still pleasantly surprised.
22: An OC you didn’t expect to love: Many years ago, there was this gnomish warlock I knew in Vanilla Wow that really grew on me that I cant even remember the name of. He completely stuttered through his every word consistently, and while reading his text may have been annoying to some, I just appreciated the time he put into his characterization so much and how well he was rp'd with anyone and everyone that any group rp function we ever had felt a little empty if he was not attending. He is probably the reason for near automatically loving gnome rpers when I see/read about them. Strangely, I never really had a good gnome character that I could think of rping myself.
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Love is Madness - Part One
Author: eternityunicorn
Genre: Romance/Drama/AU
Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x OC
Warnings: Eventual Smut (*Smut chapters marked +18)
Summary: AU of an AU: Elijah and Eternity had been lovers centuries ago, in a brief but profound love affair that ended terribly when Eternity had betrayed Elijah by choosing duty over the heart and nearly killing him along with his siblings. Now in present day, they find themselves forced together by dire circumstances that have intertwined their paths once more, but what will become of them when it becomes clear that their love for each other is still as profound now as it had been all those centuries ago?
NOTE: OC and original elements are from my up and coming novel series! This first chapter is based off of TO Season 2, Episode 17. Welcome to my newest story and happy reading!
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There was an awkward tension in the air as the guests of Josephine LaRue stood around waiting for the elderly witch to make an appearance. Two of the three women and the one man all looked at each other with an unbearable uncomfortableness that was evident upon each face. The other female looked on with subtle amusement at the situation. Nobody spoke, only fidgeted and smiled politely whenever their eyes met another’s.
Elijah Mikaelson had to wonder just how in the hell had he gotten here, standing in a room with not one ex, but two, and his current flame.
Hayley stood next to him with her arms folded across her chest and she danced on her feet slightly from the tension in the air. They used to be lovers, but she had moved on with Niklaus ages ago for the sake of Hope. Yet, there was still some left over feelings from their own love affair that made one on one interactions painfully awkward. Because of the remnant of mutual romantic feelings, Elijah had chosen to move out of the Mikaelson compound, as to not cause issues with the relationship between Niklaus and Hayley.
Then there was his current lover, Gia, a vampire like himself, of whom he also mentored as she was new to the vampire world. She was a sweet young woman, with whom he found great enjoyment with, despite the fact he knew for certain that their romance wasn’t the type to last forever. It would one day fizzle and die one way or another, but for now, he was happy with his beautiful violinist, content to enjoy whatever time they had together.
Finally, there was a lover from the distant past, one that he had thought he’d never see again. Her name was Eternity. She was an ethereal beauty from beyond the stars, a powerful immortal unlike anyone he had ever met before or would ever again. She currently stood across from Gia, watching the others quietly with a small amused grin upon her lips.
She was a pale goddess with long, flowing white hair that rippled like ocean waves all around her and sapphire eyes that held a wisdom that nobody on Earth possessed. Her rose pink lips were plush and her face was childlike - youthful despite her three thousand years of life. She was small, smaller than both Hayley and Gia, but she was certainly stronger, more powerful than all of them put together - and then some. Her small, innocent, childlike form was just a front for the deadly otherworldly being she truly was.
Elijah had met Eternity a hundred and a half years ago by chance, after she had confronted him in the middle of a brutal feeding with her yumi bow pointed right at him. She had been ready to kill him to save the innocent person he feasted upon. However, for whatever reason, she had spared him in the end, having hesitated instead of immediately striking his down per protocol.
From there, they had a few more by chance meetings, filled with slight flirtatious banter, that soon became on purpose encounters that were also amorous in nature. Not long after that, they had become lovers.
It was when they had begun having sex that Elijah had discovered that her blood could sustain his vampire need to feed, sparing innocent lives in the process. He could feed upon her as he pleased without killing her. He had been grateful for this gift she had given him, since he detested the feeding on the innocent part of who he was as a vampire. Her blood sharing had also brought them even closer, because it displayed the amount of love and trust she had for him.
However, not all had been well in paradise. There had been a source of contention between them where Elijah’s chaotic brother’s, Niklaus and Kol, wee concerned. They continued to kill the innocent indiscriminately, despite the immortal queen’s presence in their lives, and Eternity had shown patience when Elijah had promised her that he’d get them to stop. In turn, she had promised to stay her hand, should she have to take action, after he had pleaded with her to not kill them. Yet, chance after chance, attempt after attempt, his brothers refused to cease, having enjoyed the kill too much to give it up, even when faced with Eternity’s wrath.
His brothers were brave souls indeed...or simply foolish, bloodthirsty monsters.
Eventually, Eternity had lost patience with his siblings and after a furious argument with Elijah, she went after his brothers with the intention of killing them, going against her promise to find another way. It was an utter act of betrayal to their love, this breaking of promises made.
The only reason why his brothers were still alive was because he had intervened on their behalf, using Eternity’s love for him to his advantage. She couldn’t kill him, she didn’t have the strength for it, despite threatening to do so if she must. In the end, Niklaus and Kol managed to escape, and Elijah’s love affair with the immortal beauty immediately ended as a result.
He hadn’t expected to see her ever again, as she was the great Universal Queen from the cosmos, but then she appeared at the compound one day with a premonition of a terrible evil coming, one that would seek Niklaus and Hayley’s young daughter Hope. Despite the past, Eternity had been willing to help his brother, apparently seeing the change having his daughter in his life had caused. The chaotic beast had been tempered by his great love for his child and the child’s mother. And so here they were together again, fighting on the same side - fighting for his family.
Yet, though he had agreed to work with Eternity to protect Hope, Elijah was still hurt from her betrayal unto him and his family. It had gutted him how ready she had been to throw away their love, choosing her duty over her heart. Speaking of hearts, the Original found he was also greatly conflicted when faced with Eternity’s reentry into his life, because he quickly realized early on that he also still retained his affections for the immortal queen. Sometimes, he swore the conflict was mutual by the almost adoring way she subtly gazed at him from time to time, when she thought he wasn’t looking.
Therefore, the tension between them was great, made even more so in this current moment when faced with two other women he cared greatly for. Then there was also the tension between him and Hayley caused by Gia’s presence since there was some unresolved feelings there as well. It seemed that this day was to be a never ending circle of tense awkwardness due to his romantic relationships past and present.
Elijah caught Eternity grinning at him knowingly, as she was finding the awkwardness amusing it would seem. He watched her with a great interest that he attempted to conceal, as she turned from him and floated across the room. She moved fluidly with her white floor length lacy gown trailing behind her regaling and her rippling white hair moving like ocean waves as she went to stand at the window. He found he couldn’t take his wondering eyes off the ethereally shimmering woman, which earned him meaningful and jealous looks from both Hayley and Gia.
“...I’m going to go see if I can find Josephine,” Gia finally said to excuse herself from the tense atmosphere she had found herself in, along with the rest of them.
Once she was gone, Hayley cleared her throat and once more gave Elijah a meaningful look, this time in regards to Gia. “Well, now I see why you didn’t answer my calls,” she said as she moved to sit in one of the available chairs. “Did she have to come with us?”
Elijah sensed the jealousy in her voice, but tried to ignore it as he sat down next to her in the other available chair and replied, “Josephine LaRue can be rather recalcitrant. She is, however, enamored with Gia's musical prowess and cavalier spirit.”
“Huh. So, the baby-vamp is now the Witch-Whisperer?” The female hybrid said, to which he smiled and sighed slightly at her jealous tone. “I’m just so glad you found someone so...muti-talented to spend your time with.”
He rolled his eyes and looked at Hayley, “What exactly do you want from me? You made your choice, Hayley.”
She looked away for a moment and was about to respond when Gia returned with Josephine in tow.
Immediately the tension was broken with the old witch’s presence. Elijah was on his feet and moved to greet her, “Madame LaRue.”
“Mr. Mikaelson,” Josephine replied warmly.
He kissed her cheeks in greeting, before the elderly woman moved to settle down in her favorite armchair and asked him, “Have you come to impress me once more with young Gia’s rare talents?” Then she noticed Hayley standing in the doorway with a scowl upon her lips and her arms folded tightly across her chest, “What, pray tell, does this one do?”
Elijah replied, “This one is family.”
Hayley smiled tightly at the Madame in response to his words.
“But we have come to ask a favor,” he finished.
“And what favor would that be, Mr. Mikaelson?” Madame LaRue asked.
It was here that Eternity, whom had been completely silent at the window, turned gracefully to the others in the room and spoke in his place. “We have come for information, Madame,” she said to the old witch gently. “I have sensed a great evil to descend upon this world, one that will seek the unique miracle child of the immortal hybrid and could pose a terrible threat to not only the child, but this world. Mr. Mikealson suggested I come and speak with you about it, as you are one of the wisest of your people.”
Madame LaRue did not speak upon seeing the ethereal beauty as she came over to stand amongst them. The witch looked awestruck by her, having not expected someone of Eternity’s caliper to be in her home. Her pale blue eyes were wide and her wrinkled mouth was agape.
“It is you,” she murmured eventually, barely audible. “You’re -.”
“I am,” Eternity interjected with a small smile and a nod.
“How is this even possible?” Josephine whispered.
The immortal queen flashed Elijah a grin, before she turned back to the stunned witch and said, “Let’s just say, someone knows people in high places.”
The witch clambered out of her chair and moved to curtsy, a rather awkward sight as she couldn’t really perform it completely due to her brittle old state; though she tried her hardest. “Your Majesty,” she said as she bowed her head to her, while her whole body shook with effort.
Immediately, Eternity was grabbing hold of Madame LaRue gently in her two hands and speaking softly to her, “Don’t do that. It is unnecessary. Please, sit back down, my dear.”
The ethereal woman aided the old witch in returning to her chair. Once Josephine was comfortable, the queen fluidly sat down before the other woman, with her legs tucked underneath her and her hands folded neatly in her lap.
Elijah exchanged glances with Hayley and Gia, each having curious expressions etched upon their faces at the queen’s choice to sit on the floor, before they sat down in their own chairs.
“What is it that has brought you to my door, Your Majesty?” Madame LaRue asked Eternity quietly, still in a state of shock by her presence.
The queen smiled kindly, as she said, “I need you to tell me what you know of a creature that calls itself the Hollow.”
To Be Continued....
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Cheerleader
Summary: Steve’s feeling neglected by his parents, but his girlfriend’s always right there to cheer him up.
Steve Harrington x female OC pairing
warnings: angst, allusions to sexual activity, mushy fluff
a/n: requested by the lovely @casaharrington . This took me forever and a day to finish, but I hope it was worth the wait!
Steve didn’t know why he expected anything from his father or where that tiny sliver of faith he had in him came from. His father had never given Steve much. Any small promise Mr. Harrington tossed at his son fell empty. In hindsight, Steve should have known that his father couldn’t be bothered to get involved in his life a long time before he actually did learn. Probably should have learned his lesson the day his Dad shirked his third grade Career Day and left Steve feeling embarrassed and unimportant. Then, his eight-year-old mind couldn’t fathom that, maybe, he really was unimportant in his father’s mind.
Now, although on the cusp of adulthood, Steve clung still onto that little shard of ignorance like a stubborn child might refuse to sleep without their safety blanket. Not once- not even when he outplayed several upperclassman for his spot on the varsity team as a freshman- had either of his parents bothered to actually watch their son in action. It had only ever mildly disappointed him before, so why did he care so much now? Why had he allowed himself to think that tonight would be any different?
Steve was used to Dad disappointing him. He eventually came to the bitter conclusion that until he no longer served as a disappointment to him, he would be disappointed in return.
Half-heartedly tossing a ball back and forth with Todd Ackerman, Steve tried his best to keep his pregame spirits high. The surrounding bleachers slowly filled with his peers and people from across Hawkins who came to cheer on one player or another. Although surrounded by people, Steve had never felt lonelier as he realized that his parents were nowhere in sight.
Steve only partly listened to Todd’s attempts at small talk. His mangled mind mistook the concern in his friend’s brow as an echo of the disappointed scowl he received from across the dinner table the night before. For someone who he saw so little of, his father sure took up some prime real estate in Steve’s insecurities.
He thought over the previous night’s dinner conversation. Steve replayed the scene in his mind while going through the motions of warmup.
“So, Dad. We’re playing Northern tomorrow,” he had said casually.
Steve forked absently at his peas, craving some form of praise. With Billy Hargrove benched after an altercation on the court, he finally felt like he was back at the top of something.
Between his lackluster transcript and last year’s fall from social grace after his falling out with Tommy and Carol, Steve Harrington felt like an entirely different person from the King Steve he once was. The new Steve didn’t command attention from those around him, and often didn’t get any in turn. Secretly, though, he had hoped that generalization excluded what he did on the court.
After all, Steve didn’t think he was good at much. He accepted that his essays were subpar at best and that his jealousy often interfered with his relationships, but he counted on sports as the one thing that he was really good at.
From across the mahogany table, his Father merely huffed in acknowledgement. Nervous, Steve pressed the matter further.
“Are you coming, uh, to the game? It’s tomorrow”
His father paused momentarily, cocked an eyebrow, and promptly returned to his dinner plate:
“We’ll see, Steven.”
The words rang around Steve’s head like a prayer. It wasn’t much, but it wasn’t a no. He just really wanted to prove himself. What better way than to score the winning shot against Hawkins’ biggest rival?
“Harrington!”
“Hm, yeah?”
“C’mon! Let’s get out there and kick some Titan ass!”
As the cheerleaders assembled on the sidelines, tossing around green and white pom-poms, Bethany found herself distracted by the sullen demeanor of her boyfriend. She frowned. Steve always seemed in his element at games. Something was off today, though.
He scanned the crowd as a last ditch effort to find his father. Instead, Beth, standing in the center of it all, caught his eye and broke into a grin sweet enough to warm Steve’s cold spirits, if only a little. She looked adorable in her cheerleading uniform; he liked her in green. Her blonde locks were curled and pulled half-up into a dark jade bow. Altogether, that pretty little skirt and that smile he loved so much which always tasted like strawberry, it sent a spark of white heat up Steve’s spine with the notion of what he wanted to do to her- with her- later, when he got her alone.
Momentarily, Steve forgot all about the new promise his father had broken. He started the game with a smile, comforted in part by the knowledge that Beth would cheer him on just a little bit louder than the other cheerleaders.
Despite the heavy pump of adrenaline dispersing through his veins, Steve fell from his excitement pretty soon after sinking the final, victorious shot of the game. It took one glance over the bleachers to confirm his fears. His heart sank. Dad never showed. Wiping sweat from his brow, Steve wanted little more than to retreat to the locker room for a pity party in the showers.
The warm reception he received from his teammates and friends, instead of fulfilling that gap of loneliness he felt like it usually did, only made him feel even more miserable. The Pope himself could congratulate Steve on yet another win and it wouldn’t mean a damn thing unless it was coming from his old man, too.
He made his way through the wave of gratitude with only half a heart. Part of him knew he should have been just as excited as the rest of the team, - maybe even more so- and yet Steve wasn’t looking any more forward to the Playoffs he had just guaranteed them a spot in than he might like one of his mother’s stuffy dinner parties.
Steve dragged his feet to the locker room, stalling before the inevitability cold return home. He could already picture his father perched on his living chair, unphased by his entrance, not caring or not knowing how his son felt, or perhaps swept away from Hawkins on another last-minute business trip. His bruised ego tempted him with the half-used bottle of tequila he kept under his bed and a night in with his sorrow.
No sooner had Steve revamped his beeline for the showers than Todd flagged him down in the hall. Amy, the redhead he recognized as one of Beth’s girl friends hung off of him, giggling softly.
“Hey, man. Reed is throwing a party to celebrate. You in?”
“Maybe I’ll drop by later.”
“Oh, all right. Great game, Harrington!”
“Thanks. You too”
He watched his friend disappear down the hallway with a sigh. A party sounded like the last thing he needed. Steve didn’t feel much like celebrating tonight. He’d rather just drink alone in his room. No matter how many winning shots or passes Steve pulled off, it was never enough. He didn’t feel good enough for his own father. How pathetic was that?
“Steve!”
The familiar voice lifted his spirits some. Steve turned his head to find Beth, her golden hair reflecting off the cheap fluorescent lighting like an angel’s halo, standing with her arms wrapped around herself. She exhaled slowly.
“What’s wrong? Is it your Dad again?”
She hadn't needed an answer. One of the many things Beth loved so much about Steve was his deep sense of loyalty, of faith. His father and, in her complacency, his mother, too, were the anomaly that made Steve’s greatest asset also his Achilles heel. Beth already knew the answer.
“I just,” he exhaled. Steve tugged at his sticky-sweat hair, kicking his feet against the wall for good measure. He knew he likely looked like a toddler midway through a temper tantrum, but Steve couldn’t be bothered to care.
Hell, he thought bitterly. Maybe I really should just start breaking shit. That’ll get his attention!
Steve, however, had already tried acting out to grab his Dad’s attention. It failed when he punched Johnny Cross right in the nose for no real reason, when a five-person party turned his backyard into a possible crime scene, and again when he took the blame for Tommy H and Carol’s obscene spray paint job on the Hawk.
When the police started asking questions about Barbara Holland a year ago, most of Steve felt a deep fear of his father’s punishment. The vulnerable parts of him, on the other hand, felt a demented delight in the attention it earned him- even if it was for all the wrong reasons.
“‘My father is-“
“An asshole. I know. So you’ve said.”
Beth approached him slowly. She glanced up at him, her eyes soft with concern. Despite the height difference, Steve slouched easily into her touch.
“What did he do now, Steve?”
She grabbed at his hands, squeezing them in reassurance. Just her presence made Steve feel touched by angel. Bits of heaven dripped from her fingertips, her lips, and in her embrace Steve finally felt worthy of something ethereal. In the simple shine of love in her eyes, he finally saw a boy worthy of something as holy as her golden heart. She might not have been perfect, either, but Steve really thought she was an angel sent for him. It didn’t matter what his father, or anyone else for that matter, thought of Steve Harrington as long as Bethany Sullivan looked at him in that way that made him feel invincible. Steve swore that was why Beth was his saving grace.
“He promised… um, I thought he was coming to the game. He lied to me. Jesus, I mean, I bet he doesn’t even remember there is a game tonight! Am I really so unloveable that my even my own Father doesn’t want to be seen with me? I wasn’t good enough for Nancy-“
“How can you say that?”
Beth’s heart dropped down to the floor, beaten and deflated by the sight of her goofy boy so downtrodden. She always understood that Steve and his parents had a cold, complicated relationship, but she never imagined that it hurt him so badly.
“Come on, Beth. It has to be me, right? Everyone’s always leaving me. Nancy, Mom and Dad, my old friends… This feels like one hell of a coincidence”
Steve tried to swallow past the gumball lump in his throat. He didn’t want to cry in front of Beth. Not because he saw it as a sign of weakness, but in compliance with the tiny voice in the back of his mind- his Father’s voice- that told him that she would only find it pathetic and leave him, too.
Rubbing stray tears into the pad of her thumbs, Beth cupped her hands to his cheeks and held his gaze firmly on her. She had to lift up on the balls of her feet to reach his eye level, but Beth didn’t waver one bit.
“That’s not true, Steve. Nancy just didn’t know what she wanted. I do think she should have handled it a little differently, but I know she didn’t intend for any of that to happen. You did the right thing by telling Tommy and Carol to shove it. I never liked them. Not since 1972, when Carol ruined my favorite dress and Tommy told the whole class I kissed him behind the swing sets-“
“I remember that,” he says. Steve’s eyes lit up slightly at the memory.
If being abandoned was a series of coincidences in Steve's life, then his run-ins with Beth as kids was another. The pair were friends in preschool; Beth was pretty sure her Mother still had that framed photo of them squished cheek-to-cheek hanging in the hallway. Steve remembered perhaps more than Beth did. Years later, when asked, he might cheekily remark that he gave her his heart as a gap toothed six-year-old and he never truly needed it back.
“Ms. Gardner gave me a time out for cutting off Carol’s ponytail. And I swear Tommy was sneezing sand for weeks after you pushed him-!”
She calmed her laughter, rolling her lips nervously inward. Beth stroked his cheek in soothing circles. Her emotions teetered somewhere between a cry and a laugh.
“You’ve always wanted your Dad to be someone he isn’t, Steve. Even back then, as kids…
She sighed.
In his mind's eye, Steve saw Beth again as the bright-eyed girl who, back in grade school, silently wiped his tears and offered up her last cookie just to see him smile. His heart swelled with undeniable love for her just as it had then.
“Look, I’m not defending him. In fact, I think he needs a reality check himself, but I just want you to look at this in a different way. Your father, his actions- they don’t reflect on you. You are a good person, Steve. The fact that your Father didn’t want to be here tonight doesn’t mean that you’ve done something wrong or that you aren’t enough. It means that he doesn’t even realize what an amazing son he’s got. And I feel sorry for him.
“Your Dad being gone doesn’t have anything to do with you. It says a whole lot more about him than it does about you. You know that, don’t you?”
He hadn't considered the possibility, but Beth made it sound clear as day. Thinking, he rested his chin atop her head, arms scooping her closer. His bottom lip trembled. He didn’t deserve her.
“Do you really mean all that?”
“Of course I do, Steve”
She flattened her chin against his chest and held his gaze with doe eyes full of sincerity and raw love. He looked hopeful, enamored with her. Steve ran his fingers through her silky hair, a sad smile on his lips.
“I don’t deserve you, Bethany Sullivan.”
“I love you, Steve Harrington, so that’s just too bad. You’re stuck with me now. I can be your own personal cheerleader”
He hummed from deep within his chest, smiling devilishly, and pulled her into into a kiss that said everything Steve didn’t know how to. The kiss was mostly soft whimpers and gnashing teeth, hands much too grabby for a public place. Steve pulled away, hands balling up the hem of her skirt.
Beth pulled from his embrace and sauntered down the corridor towards the showers before he even registered the loss of touch. Grinning, he called out to her:
“So, does that mean you’ll keep the uniform on tonight?”
“Oh, shut up!”
He jogged to keep up, his parents the last thing on his mind.
“That’s not a no!”
Steve quipped in return. She thrust her middle finger upwards, but offered a cheeky wink as she led him into the nearly abandoned locker room.
“C’mon, lover boy. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Steve scrambled to follow her. For the first time all night, he finally felt like a winner. His father might not have believed in him, but Beth sure did.
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Queening a Pawn, 18
If you're new: this is my procrastination fic. It is what I drabble around with when I'm being my worst self, and ignoring all my other WIPs and responsibilities! Enjoy!
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Summary: During the Time Heist, Loki stole the Tesseract and escaped. He did not expect, however, to be pulled through a Time Loop that delivered him to a Midgard more than a decade older, wiser, and bitterer. Having just lived through his unsuccessful attack in New York, Loki must learn to live in Midgard after the defeat of Thanos (post-Endgame). The question is, who is Loki without a quest for a throne or total domination?
Pairings: Loki x OC
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Loki was lounging in the plush armchair in his living room, legs thrown over the armrests as he leafed through a chemistry book. In his lap, the tufted ball of fluff that was Einherjar lay on his back, showing the dark-haired Prince his belly for the occasional scratch. The kitten chirruped, protesting the lack of attention. Loki lifted the book to look down at his lap with a smirk.
"When I said you could come over, it wasn't for you to monopolize my time, you tiny brat."
The cat made a noise of protest before flipping just enough to butt his head against Loki's hand. He acquiesced, rubbing the kitten under the chin before the beast hopped off and stood before the bedroom door, tapping his soft paw against the door.
"She needs to rest–"
He stopped himself when the cat just started to scratch at the door with a vengeance. Loki rolled his eyes, swinging his legs onto the floor and abandoning the book onto the coffee table before stopping by the bedroom.
He had barely twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open before the kitten had slipped inside with his tail straight up and alert. With a grin, he followed the feline with his eyes as the kitten made its way up the tall bedposts and the twisted black bedlinens. Among a thick cocoon of sheets, Delilah lay rolled up into a ball, breathing evenly in peaceful slumber. His lover had fallen a little under the weather, and while every other being tended to avoid her like the plague, Loki knew he was at no risk of contracting any disease. After much protest, he had slung her over his shoulder and deposited her in his bed. Three days later, and she had pretty much remained unmoved.
Einherjar burrowed his furry body under the crook of her arm, settling against her warmth and purring so loudly Loki could hear it plainly from the doorway. "Ein, baby. Give me five minutes," she rasped weakly, barely able to pet the kitten.
"He just wants to curl up with you. No need to wake."
His voice made Delilah rouse. She blinked sleepily at the man with an odd look on her face. "When did you get here?"
"Well, I do happen to live here," he replied, clearly amused.
She stared around the room with a frown. "This isn't my room."
He suppressed a snort. "Well spotted, love."
"I'm icky."
"That is patently untrue." A few steps had him climbing up on the bed with a smile, pressing a kiss to her temple, despite her vehement protests. "You are burning again, sweetheart."
"My eyes are achy."
"Perhaps," he started, flexing his fingers before placing his palm onto her forehead. Delilah watched in fascination as his skin slowly turned blue, from the tips of his fingers and disappeared into the sleeves of his jumper. "Alright?" She nodded quietly, leaning into the soothing cool of his skin before her fingers began to trace his markings.
"Frosty, the snowman–" Lilah started singing, but Einherjar mewled as if he was protesting on the frost giant's behalf. "I'm kidding, Ein. He knows that. Don't you, gorgeous?"
"Are you always this flirty when you're ill or do I simply bring it out in you?" Delilah smirked impishly, and Loki rolled his eyes. "Never mind, you flirt." Another kiss peppered her forehead. "Let me bring you some broth," he murmured, slipping off the bed and reluctantly parting with her.
Delilah surprised him by wolf-whistling after him after giggling. "Do you have any fries for that shake?"
His darkened gaze cut over his shoulder. "Don't tempt me, pixie. I'll give you much more than a shake."
"Tease!"
He ignored the claim, pouring the broth he had carefully tended to all day, into a colorful mug for her to sip. The warmth scalded his blue fingers, but he made no complaint as he dutifully carried it back into the bedroom and waited for Lilah to sit up. She mumbled a complaint as her sore body stretched and burrowed into his side. She jumped when her outer thighs came into contact with his cold corporation.
"Why am I not wearing pajama pants?"
Loki chuckled. "Terribly sorry. I have a strict no pajama bottoms rule in effect. No exceptions."
She closed her hands around the mug, absorbing its warmth. She raised an eyebrow at him. "The lace underwear?"
"That was purely for my benefit, I admit." He nudged her gently on the side. "Illness is not an excuse to forego a bath."
"I've been sleeping," she retorted, deadpan.
"And I've yet to disturb your rest. You're welcome," he sassed back with a half grin, making a bundle of her and dragging her warm body into his lap, careful not to spill her broth. Delilah shuddered against the chill of his skin but settled against his chest, regardless. Her interest piqued as she sipped on the warm, savory liquid as Loki was now humming some unknown tune under his breath. He pointedly ignored her curious expression as his voice reverberated through his ribcage and hers, still humming. The forest cat completed their odd nesting doll positions by curling up in his mistress' lap, purring loudly.
"You're happy." The phrase wasn't so much an accusation as it was an intrigued declaration.
Loki tutted, forcing a frown on his face. "Slander."
"No, you are. Why are you so giddy?"
His fingers worried at a loose thread at the hem of her shirt and he made a mental note to have it replaced. He shrugged. "You never seem to need help and… it's nothing."
"Loki…"
"You fell asleep before I could even assure you that you'd be fine…"
"Oh, my heart," she gushed, staring up at him with an expression of pure adoration that seemed very out of place directed at him. "I trust you with my life, Lo."
"I know that. I just didn't know you were comfortable with me."
Lilah sighed, still smiling. She leaned away just long enough to place the mug on the bedside table. "I know that it's hard for you to believe, but I don't mind you around even when I'm sick and vulnerable and icky. In fact, I kind of prefer it."
"You prefer m-me around?" Despite the question, he was lighting up from within with giddy expectation.
"Everything is better with you around."
"I feel the same." His cheeks turned lavender over his Jotunn form. "I've waited a thousand years for you."
"God of Mischief and Lies? God of Soft Feelings and Ardent Domesticity!"
He smirked. "Easy. If rumors get out no one will ever respect me again."
"Or they'll respect you even more. Because how in the world can you turn from a sweet creature fishing for hugs and kisses to a lethal animal with deadly precision? How does that not inspire awe?" Loki's cheeks burned further, eyes dead set onto his hands on her lap, curled in Einherjar's fur.
"That sounds awful."
"It sounds like everything I want to come home to," she whispered before pressing her lips to his. "Or maybe that's the fever talking," Lilah joked, trying to break the tension and make him chuckle.
"Lilah?"
"Yeah?"
His back tensed and he drew a breath to steel his resolve. "Would you– would you want to come home to me?
She raised an eyebrow. "Don't I already?"
"And there you go, answering a question with a question again," he huffed, shifting uncomfortably beneath her. "I'm asking you to wed me."
Delilah giggled pecking the frown out of his lips. "I know."
"So, it's a "no", I assume?"
An eyebrow raised expectantly. "Why would you say that?"
Loki cut his eyes at her with an unsure expression. "Because you… I…don't…. know…"
"Silvertongue, indeed, I see," she teased. Loki supposed there was no way he could blush any harder. His heart was thudding in his ears and threatening to burst through his chest cavity, sad and defeated, but also thoroughly and entirely enamored of this ethereal creature. "You'd really be stuck with me for however long I live?"
His mouth tenderly trailed down her jaw. "I could ask you the same."
"Stop making dumb decisions and you'll happily arrive at my funeral looking like a snack," she joked, only to have him pinch her side with a frown.
"You're not dying before me," he groused. "Do you think I would ever offer you marriage without guaranteeing you'd outlive me?" Delilah rolled her eyes, but offered no complaint, choosing instead to cuddle him, all the while sandwiching Einherjar. The kitten purred contentedly and burrowed further between them. She could tell there was still more on his mind and she waited patiently for his bravery to agree with him. "I'm aware that I'm not the safest option. I'm also aware that I am not the most suitable mate– Thor is–"
"I don't want Thor. I love him, but he's kind of a narcissistic brat with a hero complex."
"In fairness, he is a hero."
She cupped her hands around his face, watching how his skin pinked at the warmed contact and his features fell into his Asgardian form. "So are you–the person I actually want. Who is already entirely mine and I intend to keep, forever." Her finger ran the length of the creases that formed whenever he smiled. "If you want to put a ring on it, be my guest. I wasn't planning on letting you go, either way."
"And how did you know I'd be amenable to this plan to hoard me away?" He caught her left index finger between his teeth and gnawed gently.
She grinned. "In the last four days, I've been feverish, throwing up and looking like a trash monster and you've been anxiously hovering for the entirety of it. You've basically hoarded yourself into my life." The kitten, who had scaled the front of her shirt, fishing for attention, mewled in what sounded like annoyance. "Our life. Terribly sorry, Ein." They shared a glance and Delilah rolled her eyes dramatically. "You sure you want all this?"
"Most definitely. Say "yes", darling." She gave a giggle and peppered his face in a trail of warm kisses.
"Yes, darling."
"Smart ass," he muttered, though his face lit up in a disbelieving smirk.
"Learned from the very best, love of mine." Delilah caught the corner of his mouth and Loki bit back a growl before recapturing her lips. "Husband of mine."
This time the growl was not subdued. His kisses were effervescent but short-lived. With a wide smile, he leaned over opposite her, digging into the drawer of his own bedside table. When he righted, he was fisting something tightly in his left hand, a slight tremble barely noticeable in his limbs.
"What are you–?" Delilah could not finish the questions before Loki opened his hand. Laying in the center of his palm was a delicate silver band woven in threads like vines. Details of tiny flowers and leaves threaded through the fibers.
The Asgardian looked rather sheepish as he waited for a reaction –any reaction– from his lover. "On Asgard we trade weapons, but I've read that rings are the traditional exchange of the realm here. Though I do have a beautiful Uru dagger that I've been meaning to give you. Is it weird that I want to give you a weapon? I just worry–"
"You're rambling." Her tone was playful and loving. "You're rambling when you should be making me yours," she added as she offered her left hand to him, "but god, I love it when you do."
Despite the flush, Loki eagerly slipped the ring from his palm onto her finger, enjoying the crackle of electricity that formed once the band magically adjusted on it. There was a tug in his soul calling him to her, one that he was sure she felt, too, if the curious tilt of her head was any indication. It was an intimate, yet effortless, connection–souls finding their match and twisting together. The new sensation was comfortable and soothed his anxious, frayed nerves. She was his balm.
Delilah looked down at her hand in his. She turned it over, palm up, casually running her thumb over the band in an attempt to perceive the intricate designs with her digits, but coming up surprisingly empty. Beside her, Loki gave a shudder, gasping lightly, and her mind flashed with a million images of herself, many in an array of compromising positions. She had never had a god in her head before, but she decided she was going to like this.
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Random Multiverse OC: Aeliana
Aeliana 'The Unbroken Wall' Naevius
Female
-Collapse Period Rome; Glorious Roman| You are a Roman, of the greatest empire to stand upon the face of Europe and strike down any who opposed her, at least until those pesky Goths and Persians came along. You saw your city sacked, and the provinces crumble, all thanks to the idiocy of your Emperor, the abandonment by the legions and your own sickened people. You tried to fight, but they we’re too many. It would either be death, or fleeing to the city of Constantine under the eastern emperor, but it would seem fate has other plans for you in this bloody world...
Skills: (Mid-Tech, Nat Phy, Martial, Tactician) Adaptibility, Languages Proficiency, Explorer, Educated, High Tech, Natural Beauty, Homebody, Surgeon, Mechanical Adept
-High (Starting in mechanization and entering the digital world, you are morewithin the circuits and able to re-purpose modern tech to your needs.)
--Natural Physique (While not all of us can be a chiseled fucking Adonis, it's certainly within you to be, and unlike the superhuman body you do not eat to eat half a cow on a daily basis and in fact require half the natural sustenance.)
--Martial Training (Be it the workings of sword and shield or more advanced firearms, you yourself are an intimidating trained fighter, but keep in mind there are no one man armies, though you come very close to that in terms of body count.)
--Tactician (From The Five Rings, The Et-et-shabul to the Anarchist's Divisions and the Codex Astartes, you walk in the footsteps of Alexander and Arog with your knowledge of war and can organize man and munition to fight even the most perilous battles.)
--Adaptability (No matter where you go or what situation you are in, you're able to make the best of your circumstances, so long as you aren't killed outright you can get by and even thrive in the absurd and psychotic locals you can find yourself in.)
--Languages Proficiency (While travellers have access to built-in translators when they get upgraded, some of the most respected travellers speak hundreds of languages, as well the translators are not perfect and require battery changes, you yourself can pick up quickly on different languages and in a week will have no need for translators.)
--Explorer (Nothing can sate your thirst for adventure, you have a photographic memory and will never lose your way in the fog, we're always looking for people to throw into the dark corners!)
--Educated (You receive a formal education and you very much benefited it in the departments of logic and understanding, the departments are always looking for people with good teaching.)
--Natural Beauty (Everywhere you go you'll people will be looking, a well sculpted face can get you places and make a good first impression as people judge books by their covers, just be warned your looks will attract all unsavory elements as well.)
--Homebody (You can make things very livable, both for yourself and others, with such basic necessities as cooking and cleaning coming easily to you. Expect others to be interested in you when you perform tasks to you simple but feasibly impossible to them.)
--Hearty (There's something in your hide that makes you much more firm, you can go great periods of
time without food or drink, and can sleep just about anywhere)
--Mechanical Adept ([Req: High-tech ]If it wirs and tinks then you can build it, in the regions of construction and working of metal you are only limited by the technology you can acquire and use.)
--Forge master (You understand the ups and downs of craft in metal and heat, and given time and a proper workshop will be capable of making legendary weapons and armor, and combining pieces of equipment to greater effect)
Initial Equipment
Free: - Aspis of Lycurgus ([75] The shield of Sparta, the Aspis is an almost unbreakable shield that enhances the wielders durability and removes the necessity for breathing. Not for the weak minded.)
Clothing
- Traveller leathers ([Free]Simple leather jacket of a style of your choosing and clothes to match, they'll enable you to hide in almost any time period and are also suited to your needs, wonderfully comfortable and protective against most earthborn elements.)
- Upgrade 1 ([200] Now lined with Kevlar and steel-carbide plates, the front pocket is also turned into a
bag of holding and the thing protects you from heat detection systems.)
- Full Closet ([300] Something we got as a result of our subscription to one of the local trade companies, they'll come by every month with twenty outfits and let you keep what you like while replacing everything else. Not for combat but- hey at least you won't be like most of these freaks who own a single set of clothes.)
Weapons: - Yuta Brace ([Mandatory]This little beauty is our signature weapon, aside from the two extendable 12inch blades, it also houses the tech that will allow you to traverse space and time, just make sure to lay down some pegs so you can get back to your original timeline space cowboy, and they don't work in Ae. To get to other dimensions you'll need to use good old universal jumction pads at pre-approved facilities. But once there, sky's the limit.)
- Upgrade 1 ([200] An enhancement lets the blades slice through steel like butter, and now rather than
having to use jump pads at traveller bases, you can 'jump' between dimensions.)
- Skinning Knife ([20] Useful in just about anything, never be caught without a good knife.)
- Plasma Bladed Naginata ([125] Faster and with greater blade length then the partizan, bane of cavalry.)
- M1 Garand.TRA ([120] Another modified rifle within our ranks, more fragile than the Akte but with some of the best munition, range and accuracy for a non-heavy duty rifle.)
Knick Knacks:
- 'Pegs' ([Free] These are what lets you return to your couch in the original timeline after you kill Hitler and fuck up that timeline. Consider them delete keys, if you go mucking around in time, be prepared to use them to get back to the known.)
- Basic Survival Kit ([Free] With an eight year supply of compressed water and nutrient cubes, a medical kit, provisional forms, maps of the homeworld and a number of other necessary objects, don't leave home without it.)
- Basic Bag ([Free] Carries sixty pounds of equipment, well made and can act as a cooler or an incubator as necessary, just remember to take care of it.)
- ID Card ([Free] Little piece of magic that identifies you as a traveller, invisible to non-travellers, comes in both a physical format and chip format that can be shot into the neck, in case you fear you might lose it.)
- Multiversal Timekeeper ([50] Displays so many things it's almost mind-boggling, number of planets in your current solar-system, number of nearby oceans, native time, traveller homeland time, wind direction, air composition, humidity, chance of rain and about a hundred other things, be prepared to study the damn thing a bit to get what you want though.)
- Mathery Travellers Encyclopedia Vol 1-8324 ([20] A wide collection of tomes that the archivists, admins, collectors and departments have put together for the sake of collective knowledge, you'd be hard pressed to find something that has no researchable background and the encyclopedia updates on a monthly basis.)
- Aenathari Peach ([500] A peach that grants an almost limitless life and enhanced mental faculties, be warned, enhanced mental faculties have a 99.4 percent chance of inducing potent insomnia.)
- Portaling Dispenser ([500] Referred to as a 'Vorper' or a 'Portal gun' this baby will allow you to sever reality to your own accord. Best in the hands of the clever or the insane.)
- Universal Thumb ([50] Ever wanted to hitchhike with aliens? Well now you can! The universal thumb throws up a digital 'thumb' that passing starcraft will be able to see when passing through the system. Comes with all the risks and rewards of mundane hitchhiking.)
- Coharty Plasma Shield Mark-7 ([100] Essentially a wall of physical plasma based on a projector around your wrist. Nothing can get through this, your arm will shatter first.)
- Enhanced Occulatus ([120] A set of goggles that comes with thermal detection, radiation detection, vibration detection, Pheromone detection, chemical detection Vobrat detection and Tokara vision to find unnatural alien lifeforms. For an additional 80 credits we can upgrade the Occulatus to include a full Yautja mask with tracking, protection and computer interface with a number of other features useful for the aspiring hunter.)
- Muscle Memory Modules ([300] Learn art forms, martial arts, basic skills, heighten reflexes, sculpt body and mind in tandem and more! Or at least the very basis of them with these insertable memory modules.)
- Munitions Worktable ([200] A small portable munitions table to help produce everything from bullets to bolts to high viscosity plasma chargers, makes life a lot easier if you don't want to track back every other day to get your munitions subscriptions renewed.)
Little Things(4 only):
- Brothers of the Bite [2000 Credits and you will only make one single friend during your career with the travellers. But this individual will always be there, you will have the greatest cohesion and they will essentially become your other half. May take only one companion. Cannot use forever alone or notably charitable.] + - Aquarius Complex [One Bonus Companion and you find yourself incapable of being alone, as in if your left without contact from another person for you will begin to become freak out, and god help you if your friends leave you alone for a day you will latch on to the first person you see and will need to be removed by way of a crowbar. Otherwise though you'll be right as rain.] (No bonus companion)
- Ethereal-heart [200 Credits and whenever you're in the presence of magic you'll find things don't work as they should. Fireballs will sputter and die, healing magical will fail and curses meant to kill you will give you hiccups. Works both for and against you. Cannot take Ethereal ranks or use artifacts of a magical nature.]*
- Destined for greater things [1000 Credits at the cost of 500 words of your own story]
- I don't need no Governa's dalla! [1 Skill at the cost of 400 Credits] (+6 skills, - 2400)
Faction: The Lonesome Road | Beheld only to yourself
You can always walk alone if you wish, it's not unheard of to not choose a faction or department, it may be a bit of a pain so to speak with no one to vouch for you and if you wish to join a faction or department later it will be much more difficult. But there is a saying about a person being in the right place at the wrong time... I think that kind of role might suit you kid. [Free traits: One of your choice, Free Items: Motorcycle]
Covenant: The Church of our Lady, Destroyer of Despair (Requires: Geniune Kindness and a Will to go out of my way to help others, no matter where I go. Free Trait: Shining Soul - People people will be compelled to trust and even protect you, and when you are needed by a friend you'll always be there to great effect. Free Favor: Once you will be saved from certain death when all hope is lost to turn the tide by a shiningwhite light, and when your time comes to an end the light will welcome you back for all the hard work you did.
Companions(1): Mad Aria
Destined for Greater Things:
Sweat coarsed down Aeliana's face, back, and chest, the heavy lorica mail slipping where it touched the skin, the leather clinging to her body like slime. The sun beat down on her, amidst the shouting masses of the roman army, standing across the field from a slathering army of Goths. The stench of sweat was the only perfume anyone wore, made only worse by the sun. She stood at the forefront of the army, her trusted tower shield in one hand, a gladius in the other. Her whole body trembled, not in fear, but anticipation.
She'd been in battle before. They had never lost, the Fish Legion. Her home. Her family. Perfect and unmatched. But the Eagle legion had never lost either. The Prime legion... defeated by Goth barbarians of a number so large, they seemed to envelop the entire field ahead of her. The Fish never ran from battle, but this was one that would end in their deaths. She knew it. Her commanders knew it. The goths knew it. Rome knew it.
They weren't dying for no reason; a small speech from the commander before they had marched here had told them they were dying for Rome, to buy time, however short, to assemble more legions.
The goths charged, and the world became chaos. Training, experience, and a friendly nudge from the soldier next to her, and her shield locked into formation as part of the shield wall. Spears were flung overhead, and the first wave of goths fell fifty meters away. Still, they charged. Another wave down, forty meters away. Thirty. Twenty. Ten. Hundreds were already dead, but still they charged.
She braced herself, and the world shattered into her shield, pushing her back ten inches. She swung overhead with her short gladius, over the top of her shield and felt it stick into something hard and hollow. It pulled as she did, and her sword came free of a goth's skull. Blood spurted vividly into the crystal blue sky and again the world crashed into her shield. Yet everything seemed deadly quiet, as though men weren't screaming in her ear. She felt something give on her right, and for a second she wondered if the wall was falling.
She swung overhead again, the gladius sparking on something hard, trusting that someone would take the fallen soldiers spot next to her. Again, she swung, this time finding a neck, as an axe tried to pull her shield out of her grasp. Blood spurted again, barely visible against the hail of spears flying over her into the enemy once more. The pressure seemed to less for a moment, and she shoved forward with the shield, connecting solidly with someone and knocking them over.
She pulled the shield back into position just in time for the next wave, and a gap opened up on her right. She shoved her gladius through it, stabbing through the bare chest of a man with green eyes. She watched him fall to the ground, and quickly closed the gap again.
Again and again, they pushed against her, and she knew that no matter how well she did, the goths were still winning. She could stand on a mountain of bodies, but the wall was closing. They were encircled, the shield wall being crushed beneath the weight of ten thousand men. Fewer and fewer spears flew into the air, until finally, there were none left. Hours had passed, it seemed, but the sun had barely moved. Where the Fish had numbered a thousand, she knew were only fifty left.
Surrounded, their shields battered to a pulp, and enough corpses to fill a Colosseum or five. But there were thousands of the goths left... and only fifty Fish. “FOR ROME! FOR THE EMPEROR! FOR GLORY AND THE HEAVENS!” She yelled at the top of her lungs. Fifty small voices rose up and met her own with their own shouts.
And the world.... stopped.
This is a character built from a game system from a source I no longer have access due, because REASONS?! Either way, pretty much everything is copy pasted rather than somehting I made, the primary difference being that no one (as far as I know) made a character like mine. Pretty much, it’s an excuse to have any sort of character to be in any sort of situation, and very much oriented for adventure and saving the multiverse. It has Rick and Morty, Warhammer 40k, D&D of all sorts, ancient celtic legends, WW1 and WW2 vets/ heroes, three different bill murrays, and a lot of other characters from a lot of other sources.
It’s called Travelers! Or... Travellers.... I think. and, no, I don’t mean the high tech sci-fi space RPG system. I mean the one from 4chan... I think. Or maybe it’s form reddit. Since my links don’t work anymore, it’s sort of hard to tell. I had its PDF on google Docs, but thats gone too.
In either case, Aeliana was fun to build. I’d never made a roman before. Still, I wasn’t particularly happy with how she turned out. She felt... eh... standard. I think i was trying to game the system too much and wound up with a generic and boring character rather than one I actually liked. She wound up being too independent and just sort of... boring. Mary Sueish. Ultimately, the RP wound up being more of a slice of life than anything, and exploring the Homeworld was ridiculously fun. Designing cities and such is awesome, and I really got to let loose in that one. Good times.
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Love Me Apocalyptic: Part Two
Author: eternityunicorn
Genre: Romance/Drama/AU
Pairing: Elijah Mikealson x OC
Warnings: Violance, Smut (*Smut chapters marked +18)
Summary: AU of an AU: Elijah Mikaelson and Eternity had been lovers centuries ago. Betrayed, he had thought that he would never see her again. However, in present time, she has returned with a purpose, intertwining their paths once more. Elijah hates Eternity for the past, but finds his addiction to her is still as profound as it had been before and he cannot fight it, leaving him in a complicated relationship with his former lady - in an apocalyptic love.
NOTE: OC and original elements are from my up and coming novel series!
AUTHOR’S COMMENTARY: This chapter is based off of TO Season 2, Episode 17 as before. Most of this chapter remains unchanged from it’s ‘Love is Madness’ incarnation, but there are some modifications that have been made to reflect the new version of this story.
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There was an awkward tension in the air as the guests of Josephine LaRue stood around waiting for the elderly witch to make an appearance. Two of the women present, Hayley and Gia, and Elijah all looked at each other with an unbearable uncomfortableness that was evident upon each face. The third female, Eternity herself, looked on with subtle amusement at the situation. Nobody spoke, while the two vampires and the female hybrid only fidgeted and smiled politely whenever their eyes met another’s.
Elijah had to wonder just how in the hell had he gotten here, standing in a room with not one ex, but two, and his current flame.
Hayley stood next to him with her arms folded across her chest and she danced on her feet slightly from the tension in the air. This was because they used to be lovers, but she had moved on with Niklaus ages ago for the sake of Hope, the very reason why he had been drunk that rainy night at Rousseau’s he continued to attempt forgetting, something he had been doing ever since.
Yet, the relationship between Hayley and him hadn’t been a clean break as there were still some left over feelings from their own love affair that made one on one interactions painfully awkward. Because of the remnant of mutual romantic feelings, Elijah had chosen to move out of the Mikaelson compound, as to not cause issues with the relationship between Niklaus and Hayley.
Then there was his current lover, Gia, a vampire like himself, of whom he also mentored as she was new to the vampire world. She was a sweet young woman, with whom he found great enjoyment with, despite the fact he knew for certain that their romance wasn’t the type to last forever. It would one day fizzle and die one way or another, but for now, he was happy with his beautiful violinist, content to enjoy whatever time they had together.
Although if he were completely honest, Gia was simply a distraction. Someone to take his mind away from the shimmering otherworldly beauty that plagued his thoughts at every turn.
Speaking of which, his lover from the distant past, was one that he had thought he’d never see again, up until that faithful night in the rain not all that long ago. Eternity was was an ethereal beauty from beyond the stars, a powerful immortal unlike anyone he had ever met before or would ever again. She currently stood across from Gia, watching the others quietly with a small amused grin upon her lips.
He remembered those lips well. Her rose pink lips were plush and soft to the touch. Elijah could still feel them upon his own so profoundly that it was as if he was still kissing her.
Eternity was a pale goddess with long, flowing white hair that rippled like ocean waves all around her and sapphire eyes that held a wisdom that nobody on Earth possessed. The feeling of her silky tresses still lingered upon Elijah’s fingertips. Her eyes remained ever haunting, especially if he dared to close his eyes.
Her face was childlike - youthful despite her three thousand years of life. She was small, smaller than both Hayley and Gia, but she was certainly stronger, more powerful than all of them put together - and then some. Her small, innocent form was just a front for the deadly otherworldly being she truly was.
Elijah had met Eternity a hundred and a half years ago by chance, after she had confronted him in the middle of a brutal feeding with her yumi bow pointed right at him. She had been ready to kill him to save the innocent person he feasted upon. However, for whatever reason, she had spared him in the end, having hesitated instead of immediately striking his down per protocol.
From there, they had a few more by chance meetings, filled with slight flirtatious banter, that soon became on purpose encounters that were also amorous in nature. Not long after that, they had become lovers.
When they had begun having sex back then, Elijah had discovered that her blood could sustain his vampire need to feed, sparing innocent lives in the process. He could feed upon her as he pleased without killing her, a fact that momentarily triggered his memories of that rainy night on that rooftop.
Shaking them off with an inward curse, he returned to the distant past, remembering that he had been grateful for this gift she had given him. He had found it a blessing as he detested the feeding on the innocent part of who he was as a vampire. Her blood sharing had also brought them even closer, because it displayed the amount of love and trust she had for him.
However, not all had been well in paradise. There had been a source of contention between them where Elijah’s chaotic brothers, Niklaus and Kol, wee concerned. They continued to kill the innocent indiscriminately, despite the immortal queen’s presence in their lives, and Eternity had shown patience when Elijah had promised her that he’d get them to stop. In turn, she had promised to stay her hand in killing them, should she have to take action, after he had pleaded with her to not to do so. Yet, chance after chance, attempt after attempt, his brothers refused to cease, having enjoyed the kill too much to give it up, even when faced with Eternity’s wrath.
His brothers were brave souls indeed...or simply foolish and bloodthirsty monsters.
Eventually, Eternity had lost patience with his siblings and after a furious argument with Elijah, she went after his brothers with the intention of killing them, going against her promise to find another way. It was an utter act of betrayal to their love, this breaking of vows made.
The only reason why his brothers were still alive was because he had intervened on their behalf, using Eternity’s love for him to his advantage. She couldn’t kill him, she didn’t have the strength for it, despite having threatened to do so if she must. In the end, Niklaus and Kol had managed to escape, and Elijah’s love affair with the immortal beauty had immediately ended as a result.
Until that night he purposefully avoided remembering, Elijah hadn’t expected to see her ever again, as she was the great Universal Queen from the cosmos and surely had responsibilities elsewhere, on some other world in the void of space. He had been certain that those duties would keep her away, giving him the freedom to move on with his life.
It seemed that had been too much of an assumption as she had appeared the next day, after their... encounter, at the compound with a premonition of a terrible evil coming, one that would seek Niklaus and Hayley’s young daughter Hope. Apparently this was what she had been trying to tell him at the bar the night before, but he had ignored in favor of...other pursuits.
Despite the past, Eternity had been willing to help his brother, apparently seeing the change having his daughter in his life had caused. The chaotic beast had been tempered by his great love for his child and the child’s mother. And so here they were together again, fighting on the same side - fighting for his family.
Yet, though he had agreed to work with Eternity to protect Hope, Elijah was still hurt from her betrayal unto him and his family, even though her betrayal had happened so long ago. It had gutted him how ready she had been to throw away their love, choosing her duty over her heart. He was angry, bitter, and mistrusting of the ethereal woman over the past, but it seemed his attraction to her was as profound as ever before, if that unmentionable night was any indication.
The Original found he was greatly conflicted when faced with Eternity’s reentry into his life. He hated her, her loved her; he wanted nothing of her, he wanted everything; he wanted to resist her, he wanted to fuck her until she begged him to stop.
As a result of this conflict, Elijah was often hostile toward her in that quiet, cold, distant way of his. He avoided Eternity as often as he could, but whenever they were forced together as they were now, he was as distant and clinical as possible. She returned his crudity with her own, in the form of biting words and amusements in his failings of his misery.
To say that the tension between them was great was an understatement, made even more so in this current moment when faced with the two other women he cared greatly for. Not that he was admitting he still cared for Eternity. He stubbornly refused to give such a possibility a single consideration. He would not be so foolish as to give his heart back to her, a second time.
Turning his thoughts away from Eternity before they revealed to him things he didn’t want to know, Elijah recalled the tension that was between him and Hayley caused by Gia’s presence, due to those unresolved romantic feelings they had for each other, despite moving on to other people.
It was a bit irritating really as Hayley had married Niklaus, sworn her whole heart to him, yet continued to be a jealous ex while he still pined for the female hybrid, to some degree. Though he understood his feelings were simply part of the moving on process and soon, his feelings would dissolve into nothing more than familial love - or so he hoped.
In the meantime, it seemed that this day was to be a never ending circle of tense awkwardness due to his romantic relationships past and present.
Elijah caught Eternity grinning at him knowingly, as she was finding the awkwardness unsurprisingly amusing it would seem. He watched her with a great interest that he attempted to conceal beneath a mask of cool indifference, as she turned from him and floated across the room. She moved fluidly with her white floor length lacy gown trailing behind her regaling and her rippling white hair moving like ocean waves as she went to stand at the window. Despite his efforts to remain neutral, he found he couldn’t take his wondering eyes off the ethereally shimmering woman, which earned him meaningful and jealous looks from both Hayley and Gia.
“...I’m going to go see if I can find Josephine,” the latter woman finally said to excuse herself from the tense atmosphere she had found herself in - along with the rest of them, of course.
Once she was gone, Hayley cleared her throat and once more gave Elijah a meaningful look, this time in regards to Gia. “Well, now I see why you didn’t answer my calls,” she said as she moved to sit in one of the available chairs. “Did she have to come with us?”
Elijah sensed the jealousy in her voice, but tried to ignore it as he sat down next to her in the other available chair, and replied, “Josephine LaRue can be rather recalcitrant. She is, however, enamored with Gia's musical prowess and cavalier spirit.”
“Huh. So, the baby vamp is now the Witch Whisperer?” The female hybrid said, to which he smiled and sighed slightly at her jealous tone. “I’m just so glad you found someone so...muti-talented to spend your time with.”
He rolled his eyes and looked at Hayley, “What exactly do you want from me? You made your choice.”
She looked away for a moment and was about to respond when Gia returned with Josephine in tow.
Immediately, the tension was broken with the old witch’s presence, a great relief to all in the room.
Elijah was on his feet and moved to greet her, “Madame LaRue.”
“Mr. Mikaelson,” Josephine replied warmly.
He kissed her cheeks in greeting, before the elderly woman moved to settle down in her favorite armchair and asked him, “Have you come to impress me once more with young Gia’s rare talents?” Then she noticed Hayley standing in the doorway with a scowl upon her lips and her arms folded tightly across her chest, “What, pray tell, does this one do?”
Elijah replied, “This one is family.”
Hayley smiled tightly at the Madame in response to his words.
“But we have come to ask a favor,” he finished.
“And what favor would that be, Mr. Mikaelson?” Madame LaRue asked.
It was here that Eternity, whom had stood completely silent at the window, turned gracefully to the others in the room and spoke in his place. “We have come for information, Madame,” she said to the old witch gently. “I have sensed a great evil to descend upon this world, one that will seek the unique miracle child of the immortal hybrid and his mate. It could pose a terrible threat to not only the child, but this world. Mr. Mikealson suggested that I come and speak with you about it, as you are one of the wisest of your people, to shed some light on this earthly foe to come.”
Madame LaRue did not immediately speak upon seeing the ethereal beauty as she came over to stand amongst them. The witch looked adorably awestruck by her, having not expected someone of Eternity’s caliper to be in her home. Her pale blue eyes were wide and her wrinkled mouth was agape as she floundered before the queen.
Elijah caught Hayley’s irritated huffing and rolling of her eyes beside him at the sight, while Gia simply smiled politely and gave no indication she was disturbed or annoyed by Eternity.
“It is you,” murmured Madame LaRue eventually, barely audible. “You’re -.”
“I am,” Eternity interjected with a small smile and a nod.
“How is this even possible?” Josephine whispered, looking from her to Elijah, to Hayley, and finally to Gia.
The immortal queen turned to flash Elijah a grin, before she turned back to the stunned witch and said, “Let’s just say, someone knows people in high places.”
The witch clambered out of her chair and moved to curtsy, a rather awkward sight as she couldn’t really perform it completely due to her brittle old state; though she tried her hardest. “Your Majesty,” she said as she bowed her head to her, while her whole body shook with effort.
It was immediate that Eternity was grabbing hold of Madame LaRue gently in her two hands, speaking softly to her, “Don’t do that. It is unnecessary. Please, sit back down, my dear.”
The ethereal woman aided the old witch in returning to her chair. Once Josephine was comfortable, the queen fluidly sat down before the other woman, with her legs tucked underneath her and her hands folded neatly in her lap.
Elijah exchanged glances with Hayley and Gia, each having curious expressions etched upon their faces at the queen’s choice to sit on the floor, before they sat down in their own chairs.
“What is it that has brought you to my door, Your Majesty?” Madame LaRue asked Eternity quietly, still in a state of shock by her presence.
The queen smiled kindly, as she said, “I need you to tell me what you know of a creature that calls itself the Hollow.”
To Be Continued....
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