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tedturneriscrazy · 1 year

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If anyone following me remembers, I have written a few stories involving Kite Nye and Sabrina, two OCs from @nikkydash. And you may also remember my ongoing story with these two, Date Night, which currently has two chapters.

Well, today I present to you, not chapter 3, but a standalone story based on an idea I've had kicking around in my head for a long time. This one features mostly just Sabrina, and I tackle something new in my writing: horror!

I had hoped to get this out closer around Nikky's birthday, but better late than never, I suppose.

Anyways, enjoy!

Sabrina's Nightmare

Sabrina had no idea what the fuck was going on, and she didn’t like it one bit.

She stood in the doorway of the entrance of what seemed to be an abandoned building, the door being nowhere in sight. She tried looking back into the building, but was met only with inky blackness. She felt around her pants pockets for her phone, but could not find it. Instead, bringing her hands back out, she realized that she was holding a cheap lighter in her right hand, the color of which could not be distinguished in the dim light. She tried igniting the lighter, but all it could manage was a few weak sparks, refusing to give her a steady flame.

Feeling unease growing in the pit of her stomach, Sabrina slipped the lighter back into her pocket and looked out toward the surrounding environment, which appeared to be a sandy beach right next to the ocean. From this distance, the sand on the beach seemed oddly…pristine, with not a single sign of life or so much as a rock, though the sand did form a few small dunes which dotted the length of the beach. Waves crashed onto the shore with mild force and steady regularity, mimicking the labored breathing of someone with emphysema. Looking to the sky revealed that it was nighttime, the weak glow of the moon obscured by considerable cloud cover. Looking to her right, she was able to make out the faint, blurry silhouette of what appeared to be a city, shrouded in a mix of low light and thick fog. The night air was calm but bitterly cold, and Sabrina could easily see her breath.

A lot of it, in fact.

It was at this point that Sabrina realized that, for some reason, she was panting and her heart was pounding, as if she had been running furiously just moments before. She couldn’t for the life of her figure out why she would have been running. Was she trying to catch someone? Unlikely. Sabrina figured she’d remember giving chase to someone, probably because they owed her money. Since it was also unlikely that she was running on a cold night wearing decidedly not-workout-appropriate clothing for her health, it had to be that she was running from someone or something. But who? Or what?

The cops? Nah. There would have been either the flashing red and blue lights of their cars or white beams from flashlights, and there was only the moon’s meager pallor. Gangsters? Also probably not the case. Getting fake married to Kite had caused that one to back off for the most part, and Sabrina had surprisingly managed to be a good girl and avoid pissing off any others lately. She mentally flipped through her list of enemies, rivals, and various other people whose feathers she had ruffled in the past, but nothing was ringing any bells. Baffling.

There was also a nagging feeling that she had been with someone and ended up separating from them. But who would it have been? Kite? Day? A friend from work? An ex? Briefly she thought of Colton Chadwick and immediately pushed him out of her mind. While she had no doubt he would have bolted as soon as things started going south, the way they had broken up had kinda sorta resulted in him being run out of town in humiliating fashion, never to be seen again. So, probably not him.

Continuing to mull over her situation, Sabrina began to walk toward the beach, the only logical place there seemed to go. Whatever need there was to run had apparently passed, which was good because she could already feel the burn of having done so for a while. As the rush subsided and her heart rate lowered, she started to feel the sting of the chilly night air and shivered a little. God, she hated the cold. Why didn’t she have a jacket? It seemed weird that she would go anywhere in such weather without one. She couldn’t figure out if she had merely forgotten it or if she had left it behind in haste to get away from…whatever it was she was supposedly getting away from.

There were so many details that Sabrina was missing here. This sort of thing happened whenever she got particularly wasted or high, yet she felt stone cold sober and uncomfortably alert. In fact, for whatever reason, she was very much on edge, her fight-or-flight response feeling like it was on a hair trigger. Either she was going to fuck up the first poor hapless motherfucker who snuck up on her, or she was gonna book it out of there so fast Usain Bolt would be envious.

Okay, Sabrina, she thought to herself. It’s time to calm down a little.

With that, she took a deep breath in, then counted to four in her head, and then let a ragged breath out in a thick white plume, counting to four again. After repeating this several times, Sabrina was able to…maybe not exactly calm down, but at least get into a better headspace than she was previously.

Thanks, BJ, she thought offhandedly. I guess video games do teach you practical things, after all.

She continued making her way to the beach. After struggling through the sand for what felt like hours, which were almost certainly just minutes, she found herself atop one of the fun sized dunes and stopped, taking in the ocean’s waves. In more fun circumstances she might have taken off her shoes and made her way up to the shoreline, but as cold as the air was, the water would undoubtedly be freezing and manage to soak her feet to the bone. Once again she found her thoughts drifting, this time thinking that she should maybe take Kite on a moonlit beach walk sometime. Yeah, they’d eat that up for sure. They were a sucker for romantic shit like that.

Ugh, focus, dammit! This wasn’t the time!

Sabrina shook her head violently and gave her face a smack for good measure. She could plan romantic getaways with her fake spouse later, once she figured out this whole mess.

She looked around the beach now that she was properly on it. Back when Sabrina was a kid, she and Day had been “volunteered” by their parents to participate in a Saturday morning beach cleanup (come to think of it, they had to wake up so early in the morning it was just about as dark and cold as it was here and now). After hours of scouring the beach for garbage, the sand was still littered with various bits of detritus washed up from the ocean, and plenty of black specks dotted the lighter colored beige sand.

This beach, however, was quite different. Even up close, there only seemed to be pure white sand, unspoiled by a single piece of debris. Not so much as a broken fragment of shell, scrap of seaweed, or even a piece of trash left by careless beachgoers. It was as if it was devoid of life entirely, and could easily be mistaken for a desert were it not for the proximity of the ocean and the cloudy night sky. Looking in either direction, it also seemed to be as endless as it was lifeless, with no obvious endpoint on either horizon.

Not finding anything helpful along the beach, Sabrina turned her attention to the city. Obfuscated as it was by fog and darkness, it was everything she could do to even discern that there might be a city in that direction, not a single pinprick of light from a building managing to break through. Even so, for some reason looking at it filled her with deep dread, and as she considered the possibility of going toward it, her heart began to race, the dread swiftly turning into terror.

Now what prompted all this, then? While she still couldn’t think of any plausible answers, she had a feeling that, whatever she was running from, it probably came from the city, and/or claimed it as a home base.

At any rate, it was clear that Silent Hill was off-limits. Since standing around wasn’t accomplishing anything, and she wasn’t about to walk into the frigid sea into a watery grave, that left the choice of picking a direction on the beach and walking that way in the hopes of finding…something. Looking to her left and right, Sabrina finally decided to go left.

She walked along the beach for a while, once again struggling to move through the sand. It was unclear how much of it was the inherent difficulty of gaining a foothold in sand and how much was from being cold and exhausted, but this trek was proving to be a right pain in the ass. Sabrina considered moving closer to the shoreline, where the water mixed with the sand would undoubtedly provide more solid ground, but decided she didn’t want to risk getting hit with waves and possibly getting hypothermia. This moonlit walk on the beach was not turning out to be all it was cracked up to be.

As if all that wasn’t enough, an intense wind began to blow, which hit Sabrina with a full frontal assault and stopped her in her tracks. The lack of a jacket was proving to be particularly troublesome now, and as an added bonus it felt like knives were flying directly into her face, particularly digging into her eyes and nostrils. Sabrina raised her arms in front of her face to brace from the wind and what was surely the sand traveling along with it. However, she chanced a glance downward, and for all the ferocity of this wind, the sand wasn’t stirring at all. Just as she began to question this phenomenon, the wind suddenly stopped.

Well this was fucking unusual.

Granted, Sabrina was no stranger to magic and supernatural phenomena. After all, she had cavorted with undead mobsters and was currently (fake) married to a powerful magic user. Safe to say, she had, as the kids would say, seen some shit. But gale force winds that affect a person but not the surrounding environment? That was a new experience, she had to admit. Even the wildest magic she had seen tended to follow, y'know, physics.

However, as she continued to contemplate what had happened, a distant bell rang in her memory. She recalled a story that Kite had told her where they were on a trip to Ireland. They were visiting a castle that was alleged to be haunted, and they decided to have a bit of fun. They found a hiding place, waited for some tourists to pass by, then used their magic to pretend that the passage was inhabited by ghosts and banshees. The performance must have been quite convincing, because the tourists had fled in "abject pants-pissing terror" (Kite's words). Sabrina had laughed to the point of tears at this anecdote, and remembered thinking, Damn, I know how to pick em.

With this recollection, things were clicking into place, and for once she had an inkling of what could be happening. As this idea came to her, the wind began to blow again, this time at her back. It was only now that she realized that her hair was down, since the wind slapped it in her face. Once again, the sand remained unmoved, though as the wind passed through her ears, she heard something new: a faint voice(?) whispering, "...b r i n a…"

And just like that, the underlying unease and fear mostly melted away, replaced with exasperation and mild amusement. "Okay, very funny, Kite!" Sabrina called out. "You got me good! Come on out!"

As she stood triumphant, congratulating herself for figuring things out, the wind changed direction from behind her to coming in at her right. This time the voice was louder and more substantial: "S A B R I N A A A a a a a…"

"Yeah, I get it!" Sabrina shouted back. "Ooh, spooky ghosts and shit! But the jig is up! Come out and conjure up some fire, I'm turning into a fuckin' icicle over here!"

With this, the wind once again suddenly stopped. It wasn’t the only thing, however. The sound of the waves crashing onto the shore had also been silenced. Sabrina chanced a look at the water, and saw that it had gone completely still, without so much as a ripple on the surface. Then it began to lighten in color and take on a more solid appearance, slowly at first, then rapidly spreading across and expanding, otherwise remaining still. Before long, the water had reached this state as far as she could see.

The goddamn ocean had frozen over.

“Okay, Kite, this isn’t funny anymore! Enough’s enough!” Sabrina shouted again, panic creeping into her voice and chest. By now she no longer truly believed this was Kite’s doing. Rather, she may have been clinging desperately to any shred of hope that it still might be the case.

Coming in to extinguish that bit of hope was what felt like a hand rest on her left shoulder behind her. Accompanying this was the coldest sensation Sabrina had ever felt, as if the hand was soaked in liquid nitrogen and dripping it all over. This cold sensation moved its way up to her ear, where she heard a voice…no, it wasn’t really a voice. It was as if the words had been spoken and she understood what was said, but there was no sound of a voice speaking them.

You have yet to experience true cold…

Sabrina immediately clenched her fist and spun around to deck whoever it was behind her. However, she only ended up punching thin air, as whoever (or whatever) was standing there was nowhere to be seen.

“Show yourself, asshole!” she screamed, “Enough of these bullshit magic tricks!”

Behind you…

Slowly Sabrina turned back around and finally saw, standing about fifty feet away, the source of the not-voice: a somewhat tall, thin figure, about six foot even, wearing a long coat and a wide-brimmed hat. They appeared to be the color of the misty shroud draping the city, save for their face, which was a stark white. Sabrina could not discern any finer details about them; even their face was a blank canvas until they suddenly opened their eyes, which appeared to be the same color as their clothing and the city.

No, that wasn’t quite right. On closer inspection, the eyes, clothes, and mist weren’t simply the same color; it seemed like they were all the same substance. What was more, it seemed like there was continuity of pattern between all of these as the figure swayed in the currently nonexistent wind, like the visual effects of plaid in certain old cartoons where the outline of the characters or objects moved along while the plaid remained still in a background layer.

The feelings of terror and dread that Sabrina felt while contemplating going toward the city returned with greater intensity. Not only that, but the already-cold surroundings dropped even further in temperature, nowhere near the liquid nitrogen levels when the unknown entity grabbed her shoulder, but certainly Antarctic at the very least. Yet despite this, she found that she did not–could not, in fact–shiver in response. Aside from the jackhammering of her heartbeat and worryingly faint breath, she couldn’t move at all. It was as if the air had become so cold that she had, in fact, literally frozen in place.

But the worst part? All of this was familiar. Like she had experienced it before. Not that long ago, even.

Sabrina now remembered who she was running from.

And she was in deep shit.

Slowly, the figure began to advance toward Sabrina, the plaid effect becoming even more apparent as they did so. They were not walking so much as leisurely floating in her direction. Considering they had been right behind her only moments before, it was clear that this was not their top speed. For that matter, they were literally grabbing her then, so why all this? Was this thing enjoying fucking with her?

“Who are you? What are you? What do you want with me?!” Sabrina tried to say these things, but it seemed her vocal cords were frozen along with the rest of her body, because the words didn’t come out.

Right, probably should have expected that.

Succumb…

Succumb? What were they talking about?

Surrender…to the mists…

They were much closer now, and soon they would be within arm's reach in spite of their glacial pace. As if in anticipation, they stretched out their right hand. However, instead of motioning to grab Sabrina, they held their hand out, as if inviting her to take it.

C'mon, move, goddamnit! Sabrina thought to herself, trying to will her limbs to move. As thoroughly fucked as she seemed, she had no intention of surrendering to the mists at the behest of bootleg Slenderman. Do not go gentle into that good night and all that.

Yet her body remained stubbornly immobile. This was not ideal.

Just give in…it will be easier…and your suffering will end…

"Blow me, fuckface!"

To Sabrina's surprise (and perhaps the figure's), she could hear and feel these words forcefully escape her mouth. Not only that, but she found that she could move her arms again, and she could feel her legs itching to bolt. Wasting no time feeling out her newly regained mobility, she turned around and sprinted.

Despite the sand shifting under her feet, she was able to put some distance between herself and the figure. She chanced a look back, and saw that the figure began floating toward her again, hand still outstretched, though they apparently didn't see the need to up their speed to match Sabrina's. Rather than dwell on how unsettling this was, she chose instead to focus on what to do next to take advantage of this head start. Perhaps she could just get far enough ahead to lose them, or she could find a safe place to hide, or–

Or she could trip.

This was not one of the options she had considered, but it was the one she ended up taking. As she was running, her foot caught on something, and she ended up falling on her face. Fortunately she was able to close her eyes, though she still ended up with a mouthful of sand. She pushed herself up quickly, irritation building upon her already considerable fear, anxiety, and stress at the current situation. What had the fucking audacity to trip her up at a time like this?!

Sabrina looked down at her feet and saw the answer: a stray piece of driftwood, sticking out of the sand proudly. She was convinced that it wasn't there before, but this wasn't the time to think about that. Instead, it was time for a new plan.

The flight portion of this encounter was over. Now it was time for the fight.

Spitting out sand, Sabrina drew herself up and grabbed the piece of driftwood, pulling it out of the sand. It was about forearm length, somewhat heavy, and, miraculously, very dry. Perfect size for swinging.

As she appraised the wood, she saw the figure draw closer, almost upon her thanks to her unscheduled stop. Knowing her luck, they were probably incorporeal, so a blunt instrument alone would probably not do much. So how could she augment this thing?

And then Sabrina remembered the lighter in her pocket. Sure, it failed to light before, but maybe it would work now? As slim of a chance as it was, it was better than none. She drew the lighter out of her pocket and tried to ignite it.

Come on, come on…she thought to herself, as the lighter continued to give her pathetic sparks. Then, after what felt like a hundred attempts and teetering on the verge of despair, there it was: a small flame, holding steady and illuminating its surroundings. For once, Sabrina felt triumphant. It was a tiny flame, but it would do nicely.

As the figure drew closer still, she took the flame to the end of the wood. Before long, the wood was glowing dimly at the tip, to Sabrina's delight. Sure, it wasn't exactly the roaring fire she might have hoped for, but the heat and light would still be enough to dispel the figure. Speaking of which, they managed to approach somewhat over arm's length, with more demotivational rhetoric:

Fighting is pointless…embrace your fate…

"Embrace this, you creepy asshole!" Sabrina shouted, and swung the lighted wood down upon them with full force.

The glowing tip, subdued as it was, seemed to do its job. The figure was bisected cleanly down the middle, and they began to dissipate, emitting a horrible psychic scream. All of the worst sounds Sabrina could think of put together paled in comparison to how awful the screaming was, but it didn't matter. To Sabrina, this was the sound of victory. She had gotten herself out of yet another scrape thanks to the miracle that was fire.

…is what she thought for all of five seconds.

As the figure dissipated, they seemed to be absorbed back into the mist, which began drawing in closer. Sabrina turned to run, but the mist was also drawing in from that direction, and, in fact, all directions. The wind had started up again, howling furiously and calling her name.

Sabrina…Sabrina…

Panic once again began to set in. Sabrina swung the wood around wildly, desperately trying in vain to keep the mist back, screaming in frustration and terror.

"Stay the fuck away from me!" she cried, her swings slowly becoming weaker. In response, the voice seemed only to grow louder.

Sabrinaaaa…SABRINAAAAA…

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Tears had begun to flow from her eyes, blurring her vision as the mist had begun to embrace her. It was cold. So very cold…

SABRINAAAA!...SABRINAAAAAA!...

"Sabrina! Sabrina! Wake up!"

Sabrina felt someone shaking her shoulders. However, rather than an icy grip, they were warm, soft, gentle hands. Kite's hands.

Upon this realization, Sabrina’s eyes shot open. Her vision was blurry, and she could feel moisture on her cheeks. Still, she was able to take in the surroundings and realize where she was: not a dark, mist-filled beach, but the bedroom she shared with Kite, who was currently looking at her with a rather concerned expression on their face.

“Sabrina? Are you okay?” Kite asked. “Talk to me!” If their expression didn’t make it clear how worried they were, their voice certainly did.

While Sabrina struggled to form a response, she felt a sudden breeze, and she shivered in response. For a split second, it was as if she was back at the beach. Before she could scream, however, that notion passed, and instead she mumbled indistinctly.

“What was that?” Kite asked, this time in a gentler tone of voice.

“Cold,” Sabrina managed. She felt the breeze again, but it was much less harsh than the beach winds had been, and certainly nowhere near as cold as the mists or the figure’s grip. This was in spite of her dress shirt and pants having been replaced with the tank top and shorts that were her usual sleepwear. Gradually, she was coming back to reality.

“Oh! The fan!” Kite said. They jumped up from the bed, walked over to the running fan nearby, and turned it off. “Sorry, it was getting a bit stuffy in here.”

“‘S alright,” Sabrina murmured, rubbing her eyes and wiping away the tears that had accumulated on her face. “And I’m fine, by the way. Just had a bad dream, is all.”

“To say the least,” Kite said. “You were thrashing and yelling pretty loudly at the end there.”

“Oh, uh, sorry about that,” Sabrina said. “Didn’t mean to wake you with my bullshit.”

“Never mind that, darling, I’m more worried about your mental state.” Somehow this made Sabrina feel worse than if they were annoyed at being awakened.

“I told you I’m fine, okay? Just a nightmare. Nothing special. I have ‘em all the time, you know this.”

“You were screaming and crying and swinging your arms around for dear life, I’d hardly call that ‘nothing special.’” Kite said sternly, hands on their hips completing the stern teacher look (though Sabrina’s teachers never stood over her wearing a sparkly peach nightgown–at least not outside certain dreams…). “Now then…” They sat back down on the bed next to Sabrina, then gingerly rested their hand on top of hers. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Sabrina, not exactly eager to relive whatever that might have been, was fully prepared to end the discussion with a definitive “No.” Then she made one fatal mistake: looking up at Kite’s face. So kind, so sympathetic, so ready to listen, so earnest in their desire to help their fake wife.

Goddamnit.

“Well, if it’ll make you stop asking…”

She then recounted everything in the dream that she could recall, which was a surprisingly difficult task, because many of the details were fading rather quickly from her mind. Still, she was able to tell Kite about the most important things: the beach, the city in the distance, the figure, the mist, and, of course, how cold everything was. Kite listened patiently and didn’t interrupt her, only chiming in once Sabrina had finished.

“Holy shit, that sounds terrifying!” Kite exclaimed. “Alone and separated on a dark beach, surrounded by mist, with a creepy figure slowly chasing you? No wonder you were reacting so violently.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Sabrina agreed absentmindedly. While she was still shaken by the dream, recounting it to Kite had helped her put distance from it, knowing that it was over. Suddenly, she was hit with inspiration. “Y’know, I still don’t remember who I was with before it all went down, but I think it might have been you, after all.”

“And what makes you say that?” Kite asked, a single eyebrow cocked in curiosity.

Without hesitation, Sabrina answered, “It’s because you always keep me warm.”

A surprised look crossed Kite’s face. Even in the moonlight Sabrina could tell that their face was flushing quickly and deeply. Soon she felt the heat rush to their own cheeks as she realized what she had just said. Damn, how was she so smooth at a time like this? She was honestly impressed with herself.

Just as quickly, though, a loving smile crept along Kite’s face. “Well, in that case, how about I warm you up after such a frigid ordeal?” they asked.

Sabrina returned their smile with a wide one of their own. “Hmm, I’d like that very much, actually.”

They laid back down on the bed, Kite drawing their arms protectively around Sabrina, who wrapped her own around their waist. Kite pressed Sabrina’s head close to their chest, and she eagerly leaned into it. As she drifted back to sleep, her last sensations were the feeling of Kite stroking her hair and the reassuring sound of their heartbeat.

It was good to be warm.

#nikky dash #sabrina #kite nye #kabrina #my wriitng #horror

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quincyhorst · 10 months

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Before continuing with the next Red Matador group, I'd like to post this specific headcanon with Querardo. Back before the whole wiki edits happened, I had a little theory of his name's origin (Given "Queraldo" does not actually exist in Spain), buuut the whole thing was proven false by the whole "Gerardo García León" thing. Nonetheless there's still things that have to be answered in-universe, such as... Why Querardo?

So, here's some little backstory regarding the spanish captain and his name. Mind you, includes OCs/fabricated family members.

Our story all starts with León Naval, a famous spanish matador, who participated in bullfights all across the country. But although he was born in Seville, he settled in Navarre after finding the love of his life: Victòria. By marrying her, he was also given partial ownership of her family's bull farm. Something the only girl of the family wasn't allowed to inherit...

During their honeymoon, his wife offered him to visit a place important to her own family; the Queralt Sanctuary, located within Berga, Catalonia. Despite its remote location and few fame, the man was amazed by it and the saint it hosted. The fascination had been so big, that when Victòria became pregnant, León insisted to use the name Queralt for their child. There was a catch though, and this name was only used for girls. So when their child turned out to be a boy instead (Unlike what prior ultrasound scans had proposed)... Both felt cornered.

...Maybe not on León's side. As a plan B, the name "Gerardo" had been resonatining within his mind for a while, given it belonged to his biggest inspiration in the bullfighting world. Orginally they wanted to just go with it, but then the matador went even further: He decided to combine both Queralt and Gerardo, as to form a name that was related to what he and his wife found important.

And yeah, that's how Querardo's name came to be.

To this day, he's quite... Neutral with it. Sure, its cool that's quite unique, but... That's a double edged sword. Everytime he shares it with someone new, most likely it ends with that person being confused by how rare it is. At least they are quick to get used to it.

Though, the worst part of having Querardo as a name are the jokes. And no jokes are the worst like the ones coming from Igor and Pedro.

Igor: ¡Oyeeeeee! ¡Capitán! ("Heeeeey! Captain!")

Queraldo: ¿Qué? ("What?")

Pedro: ¡¡¡¡....RARDO!!!!

(?)

...Besides, going back to his family -and regarding Querardo's childhood dream of becoming a matador-... The moment León realized there seemed to not exist a (spanish) bullfighter with Q as a starting letter, the moment he got way too board with his kid's idea. He just wanted to create history, plain and simple. Little Que didn't mind this at first, but as he grew and his worldview started to shift... Conflicts started to grow within.

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Some little notes:

Yes, I encountered the name "Queralt" as I was searching for possible clues of where Queraldo could have come from. I think its similarities with the spanish captain's name is just a coincidence (Specially given with how rare it is), though I do believe its interesting to point out nonetheless.

It's writing in japanese is 「ケラルト」(Keraruto), so that also adds up.

Important note: Queralt is a spanish name in usage, BUT it does not belong in its language. It is a catalan name, whose meaning is "tall stone". And Que is earth affinity, hmmmm....

...Honestly though, I enjoy the concept of Querardo having some sort of catalonian influence on name/family, overall. Quite interesting to mention, but this is one of the few autonomous communities that has banned bullfighting. Unfortunately things aren't perfect (as some other controversial traditions persist) but still, sweet irony...

If I make another encounter or change Que's backstory, I will of course notify it here.

Also yes, in the dub universe León just went "LET'S CALL HIM JUST LIKE MY WIFE!!!! Because I love her!!!" Is this worse or better than having a made-up name? You decide.

#hc:ina11 #red matador #querardo naval #OC:Naval Family #...Can you tell I really love onomastics #I just think they're fun </3 #Shoutout to those people to headcanon Que playing for Barcelona later on. They were cooking and I like how this HC makes it even better

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lorei-writes · 2 years

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Behind the Curtains

Asra x OC ( OC Chart: Anna ) Fluff

In which Asra has a nightmare and Anna soothes him.

Content Warnings: none

As big a city as it was, nights in Vesuvia were rather quiet, cleverly planned and magically-enhanced curtains being all one needed to submerge in a deep slumber. Covering windows, they’d drown out any light, muffle any noise, not a single trace of a whisper making it past their weft threads. A true marvel in regards to consuming sound, one could dare say, had it not been for a certain flaw they had – commotion from inside a household, that they could not contain.

Anna opened her eyes, a whimper coming from besides her startling her awake. Mildly confused, she attempted to look around, darkness rendering her vision a rather useless sense. Where was she? What was happening? She could hardly tell, too sleepy to comprehend the surrounding reality, a burning sensation of something being missing eating away at her… Anna blinked fast, some clarity returning to her mind. “Asra?” she called, pushing herself up slowly.

A whimper, again – although oddly enough, this time it felt as if it was much closer, icy pain piercing through her chest. “Asra,” she spoke again, softer this time, hand reaching to shake his arm. Curled into himself, he lay with his back towards her, his muscles tense below her fingers. His chest heaving, Anna felt him tremble, a gasp choking itself down in his throat… “Asra!” she tried again, her magic spiking as she moved closer to him, her cheek soon pressed against the nape of his neck. Wide awake, she hugged him tightly, her lips whispering up a heard of calming spells to usher him out of whatever nightmare he dreamt. How come she was so oblivious? How come she didn’t realise any sooner? Worry swirling inside of her head, she chastised herself, lips pressing a chaste kiss to his shoulder. “Wake up, my heart, wake up,” she nearly begged, his body slowly beginning to relax in her embrace.

Anna pushed herself up, her lover shifting in his spot, unfocused eyes searching for her in the darkness of the room. “Anushka?” he rasped, her hand squeezing his in reply. “Right here. Right here,” she assured, his sob getting lost somewhere between sheets. Asra turned around abruptly, the blanket falling off of him in the process – not that he seemed to care, his forehead pressing against her chest, arms drawing her closer by the waist. His shoulders shuddered, a drop, followed by plenty more, wetting her slip and cooling her skin. Her fingers finding their way into his hair, Anna combed it away from his face, each stroke gently smoothing out the curls. “I’m here, my heart. Right here, and I’m not going anywhere.” Her magic brushed against him in soothing gusts, fragrant and warm like summer winds. “Here… Yes…” he forced out, attempting to control his breathing – to no avail, another wave of tears making it out of his eyes and onto his face.

A strap falling off of her shoulder, Anna reached behind the magician, a blow of air urging the corner of the blanket to fall into her hand. Clumsily, she did her best to pull it over him as well, her touch soon banishing goosebumps from his arms. “Let’s switch a little,” she suggested, her lover having quieted. Asra nodded slowly, reluctant to let her go, even if just for a moment, his heart trembling the moment he pulled away completely. As if sensing it, Anna knelt on the bed, arm hurling pillows into a pile as fast as she could. One last glance – or well, blind patting – and she was almost ready, cold seemingly having decided to nestle over her chest. She looked down, the slip by itself being fairly wet… So she pulled it off, drying herself with the still unsoaked parts of the fabric before throwing it to the floor. Her back falling against the pillows, she spread her legs apart, hand reaching to find Asra and urge him to move there.

Anna breathed in deeply, his head resting on top of her breasts, ear pressed against her skin as he listened in to her heartbeat. His arms locked behind her, he seemed to have calmed down, her skin radiating pleasant warmth, his lover brushing his hair gently. She let her hands fall to his back, fingers tracing the outline of his spine, all to eventually reach for the blanket – guided by winds once more – and hide them both below it. “Anushka?” he murmured, as if half-awake. “Yes?” “Don’t go.” “I’m not going anywhere, my heart.”

That night, Asra was lulled back to sleep by her heartbeat.

#asra alnazar #the arcana asra #the arcana asra alnazar #arcana asra #arcana asra alnazar #the arcana #arcana #the arcana mystical romance

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moodybites · 2 years

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ohoo giving u dofferent questions than I gave Meeb how abt!!! 1-11 or however many of those u wanna do!

1. Your first OC ever?

I actually can't remember my first ever oc--it was probably a Tokyo MewMew oc or a pokemon oc lol.

But the next oc I can remember is Thorn, my first Elder Scrolls character, all the way from Oblivion lol. He's an orc who also happens to be a vampire and a thief.

(featuring super old art of him lol)

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?

I love all my OCs equally what are you talking about--

Arata. I mean, I love all my OCs but Arata has to be my fav just cause of how contradicting and stubborn he is lol.

3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else?

I have gotten a couple characters from friends actually lol. The most developed of them are down below:

This is Havi, who was given to me by my friend Caesar (featuring old art)

And this is Haya, who was also given to me by Caesar (featuring old art)

4. A character you rarely talk about?

I'm pretty sure I don't talk about any of my OCs lol. But the one who I'm most tight lipped about would probably be this one.

5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be?

Arata or Gamani. Though to be fair, you can't know about one without knowing about the other lol.

6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related?

I can't think of any actually? I hope I do a good job of making ocs who aren't related, look not related lol

7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories?

All my ocs are part of stories lol. I don't have any that aren't part of the novels I'm writing lol.

8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here!

Nope, I don't really RP any. I briefly did with Gamani and Arata, but otherwise no lol.

9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else?

You'd have to pry them out of my cold dead hands and even then, I'd probably come back as a ghost and throw a beating lol.

10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design?

Most of my characters aren't simple lmao cause of their outfits. It would probably be between Arata (cause of his tattoos), or Barsaat, cause of the pattern on his armour, or Ashoka.

Barsaat (who ironically doesn't have the pattern in his armour here lol) with Navya and their caravan beetle Jamma.

Crown prince Ashoka with his mom, Queen Shalini.

11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”?

Probably Rahul lol? He's my nicest OC honestly. The art for him is super old though so I refuse to post it here lol. But I can't think of any recent characters who would count.

#thank you for the ask Ro!#as you can see I have a lot of OCs lol #keke ask #ro

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bigfan-fanfic · 2 years

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Can I hear a little about your OCs? I tried to search about them in your blog but I found it kinda hard to find their lore, do you mind telling me a bit about them?

I don't mind at all! I've been extensively examining and reworking my OCs so I can get back into writing for them. Here's a list and short description for them!

These are the OCs currently in my canons for each series. Any others I come up with tend to be in alternate versions.

Dragon Age

Morgan Walker: Ser Morgan the Mysterious, Morgan is the Hero of Ferelden and slayer of the Archdemon. He is also from our world, having hopped through other worlds before landing in Thedas and anchoring there. He had a son with Morrigan before they amicably separated and Morgan fell for Cullen. Morgan is nurturing and compassionate, but also has a sarcastic side, and enjoys goofing around. - Faceclaim: Sebastian Stan

Freyr Surana: King-Consort Freyr is an elf-blooded mage from the Anderfels living in Kinloch Hold and escaped with Jowan. He fell in love with Alistair over the course of their journey and married him. Studious and diligent, Freyr is also deeply kind and loving, and his purity of heart helped keep the group's spirits up. - Faceclaim: Tom Busson

Cas Shepard: Cassander Shepard was once a powerful biotic and Commander of the Alliance Systems. However, at the end of the Reaper War, he and Morgan traveled to the Crucible and due to their powers, ended up crashing into Thedas. Snarky and cocky, but well-meaning at heart, Cas doesn't have it in him to be mean to anyone who doesn't deserve it. Eventually joins the Inquisition and falls for The Iron Bull - Faceclaim: Chris Evans

Havi Amell: A powerful mage from Kinloch Hold, Havi treats Freyr and Alistair like little brothers and cares for them deeply. He is protective and ruthless in the desire to keep them safe. He also quickly learns martial combat to supplement his skills. He is appointed Teyrn of Gwaren, though spends more time with Alistair and Freyr. - Faceclaim: Jorge Cobian

Mila Cooper: A librarian from our world, Mila is a pacifist and stellar potioneer. Her foreknowledge of events helped her to greatly assist the Kirkwall gang, though she was unable to stop Anders. She works as Varric's editor, and thus deals with all his businesses and secret informants. She is energetic and knowledgable, though can be indecisive. She fell in love with Fenris, and is pregnant by Inquisition. - Faceclaim: Britanny Snow

Cal Hawke: The Champion of Kirkwall, Cal is deeply protective of his family. Though he never wished to be a hero, he took on the mantle, and became Viscount for a brief while. He loves Varric, and is a gentle soul at heart, kind and honest. Though he can be pretty lazy and unmotivated. Does get along with his brother, Carver. - Faceclaim: Henry Cavill

Ava Hawke: Ava is a mage, just like her father, and is far more ruthless. She will do whatever she must to protect her family, and is a powerful blood mage. Despite this, she has fallen for Sebastian and become the Witch-Queen of Starkhaven, with the respect of the former Arishok. Desires the power to keep her siblings safe. - Faceclaim: Katie McGrath

Tash Adaar: A young Qunari child, Tash has been a mage from a young age, and is exceedingly powerful. Personable and cheery, though suffering from a deep-seated fear of abandonment, Tash becomes known as the Child of Andraste and then the Inquisitor, and uses this to his political advantage, proving to have a cunning beyond his years.

Vylandin Mithra: Vylandin hails from a mixed Avvar-Dalish clan in the Frostback Mountains, and is of immense stature, while also using his magic to bolster his physical capabilities. He comes to Haven and is appointed the Dalish Advisor to the Inquisition, and serves as liaison to other clans and non-Andrastian allies. He saves Josephine from attack, and the two ambassadors fall for each other from a place of mutual respect. Vylandin has a fondness for terrible jokes. - Faceclaim: Brock O'Hurn

Jack Theirin: The adopted son of Alistair and Freyr, Jack was born as the son of a royal guard. Upon his death, the two Kings adopted the young lad and made him their heir. They raised him as best they could, the lad having latent magical talent, and he became a princely young man of great moral fiber. He ran from home to help the Inquisition, becoming the personal honor guard of Tash. - Faceclaim: Luke Eisner

Gawain Trevelyan: In Ostwick, when the Mage-Templar war broke out, the residents of the Ostwick Circle refused to fight each other. The Ostwickers fought off bands of rebel mages and roving Templars alike, and soon Gawain Trevelyan, third son of a noble house, came to represent them. This group of Templars and mages coexisted and were invited to the Conclave as a prime example of peace. By a stroke of luck, they were late and missed the explosion. Finds himself romancing Blackwall. Gawain is an academic, but a powerful speaker and leader, and the Justinia Delegation, as they became known, is a powerful ally to the Inquisition. - Faceclaim: Jens de Fries.

Other

Jesse Malkin: A shy and stoic individual, Jesse, in any universe, shines with his intelligence, which is often underestimated due to his physique and handsome appearance. - Faceclaim: Chris Hemsworth

Mordred Wiseman: Intelligent and slightly hedonistic, Mordred, in any universe he appears, is highly skilled with people and friendly, though he can be selfish as well. - Faceclaim: Charlie Gillespie

Xander Holbrook: Xander is the classic example of a knight, honorable and firm. Though he can also be pretty judgemental. In any universe he appears, he is protective, though slightly sarcastic and aggressive. - Faceclaim: Greg Rogstad

Mass Effect

Orion Shepard - The paragon of justice, Orion and his cousin Cassander shared the main bulk of credit for the triumph against the Reapers. Orion, the first human Spectre, became a symbol of truth and honor, and carefully promoted diplomacy wherever possible. Engaged in a poly relationship with Kadan and Garrus. - Faceclaim: Michael Yerger

Ellis Walker - Morgan's father, the two traveled forward in time to the Mass Effect universe, manifesting strange powers. Ellis had traveled between worlds before, but repressed those memories due to abuse from Morgan's mother. With a crippled self-esteem and high anxiety, Ellis did his best to keep his son safe, but nearing the end of the Reaper War, Ellis stayed with his new lover, Steve Cortez, and tragically had no idea what happened to his son Morgan. - Faceclaim: Misha Collins

#my ocs #writings #morgan walker #tash adaar #cal hawke #ava hawke #mila cooper #freyr surana #cas shepard #havi amell #vylandin #jack theirin #gawain trevelyan #mordred wiseman #jesse malkin #xander holbrook #orion shepard #ellis walker

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kihaku-gato · 8 months

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Tell me all of your oc's favorite plants or I'm shooting a hostage

Okay, that’s a good but hefty one, cause I do have flowers I attach to my OCs as their “symbolic flower” (idr why I started doing that but I’m pretty sure it was a story or anime that set me on that trend) however that is not the same as what their favourite flower/plant may be. I’m not sure I’ll have enough kinds of Hoepian plant/flower for this (yes I know I could go for irl plants/flowers but we’re gonna keep with the canon anyways to make things interesting) so let’s go (with IMAGES LINKED where able to give visual aids to names- rather than crop/paste those images onto here cause that'd would be a terrifying ton of images to work through) WALL OF TEXT BEGIN-

Terra is a woman of utility like her mother Laurel, so it would not surprise me if she were to have a similar preference for a plant that has a lot of use in her field of work in Mana Tech. Soul Daisies would not be a stretch since she’d probably use them often as the Base for a lot of magic crafts, but I don’t think they’d be her favourite of all time plant. Kabakin Pumpkins would not be an impossible choice either, since she grows quite fascinated by the range of their magical properties they are capable of when she learns of them. Hoepian Tiger Lily I think she likes most, some of it is cause she’d use it a lot to help fuel her fire magic reserves that she uses in combat, but I also think she likes how they look being orange/red reminiscent of the colour of her scales and clothes. If not using them for work or being busy with work, I could imagine her stroking their petals and feeling the bumps of the spots and stripes that mark said petals.

Kayla despite Soul Daisies being her floral symbol she probably would not really like Soul Daisies tbh. Like she’d find them pretty, but the problem would be if she were the interact with them. The fact they are so sensitive to outside magical sources that they would likely distort into a shadowy/crackling mess with her presence would just unsettle her a ton. It’d be the closest thing to a mirror of how unstable her magic is (at least in the earlier point of The Story). I think her favourite plant would have to be a flower/plant that’s pretty and/or cute. So going by current roster of created plants I guess either the tiny little Icedrop, or the Kissumeria tree (being they are so beautiful and the romantic associations attached to them).

Demauria (ah shit only good pic of her is a chibi one) is tricky, cause her symbolic flower (At least I think I chose it as such, it’s been a long time) used to be the Gator Jaws, but even as a symbol it doesn't really feel quite right for Dema, much less being one she even likes, though I think she’d still find them kind of cool being a light-up carnivorous plant. My brain could argue on this, would her favourite be a type of flower/plant she remembers from her childhood or it be something more to her stylistic preferences? If the latter then I would imagine she'd be into something hardcore or badass, like with thorns or venom/poison, like something out of a Gothic Garden, which really narrows down the choices of what Hoepian plant would be her fav as I do not have anything in the roster for thorny or poisonous plants yet save for one, the Demon Rose, which would be a bit too horrifying even for her due to how disturbing they can be to someone unfamiliar with them. I’ll need to expand more on those kind of plant I suppose. If it was a plant that she recalls from her childhood though, it’d be either the Snowcandle or the Glasstree (basically a tree often grown as a living Greenhouse), since both were keystone species to any form of Life she'd get to see outside the caves of the cold icy south, a window of warmth and beauty.

For Riivar either the Kissumeria tree or the Memberance Tree (her symbolic flower). Kissumeria trees can be an aphrodisiac just as much as they can be a romantic symbol, she likely would love the idea of having something to add on top to a fun time. Memberance Tree would be because it has similar associations to Earth’s Forget-me-nots; for remembering a past love, which in Riivar’s case would be her first love/crush. I’ve even drawn her with a tattoo that has Memberance Tree flowers on it so it would not be a stretch if it was her favourite.

Harriet I would try to think of something more creative rather than defaulting to her symbolic flower, but even then I still think her favourite would be the Raftflower (which I’ve called the Water Sunflower before, I’m just trying another name for it. It’s like a blend of Kelp and Sunflower, where the Flowerhead floats on the ocean surface. I am surprised I haven't posted any pictures of it yet but I think it was cause I was unsatisfied with my illustration). She likes the rich underwater forests they make, and their huge floating flower/seedheads are a bonus. She probably remembers sitting on top of a floating seedhead and popping the seeds into her mouth as a snack when she was little.

Anne- If just going by her experiences I’d say either her symbolic flower the Volcanic Protea (as it says on the tin; a Protea that grows along active volcanic areas) cause it’d be a flower that thrive in the volcanic village she was born in or the Sand Pawpaw (xeric adapted pawpaw) cause it was a rich tasting fruit she got to enjoy in her travels across the Heins Desert as a tween. Could imagine she’d know some really tasty recipes for the fruit. I really need to expand on my arid/volcanic flora for Hoep tbh.

Lily- Should I even account for Lily considering how little I’ve ended up fleshing her out as an OC? Screw it we’re doing it anyways; First that comes to mind would be the Bananachoke. Cause its tasty sure but also cause of its associations as one of the oldest documented domestic plant on Hoep, it would tickle her archeological/historical obsessed brain.

Laurel- due to the magical versatility Soul Daisies those would be her favourite, it’s not even a contest. She grows fields of the stuff.

Abbey- I’ll be honest I had to talk to a friend on her to try to grasp what I’m even going for her personality/vibe to help me try to get an inkling of what kind of plants/flowers she’d like. She is another character that reminds me that I need more kinds of plants on Hoep. CLOSE ENOUGH choices would be either the Chocolate Arum (which would be an amusing irony since she is pretty health-conscious with her food so it’d be funny for her to enjoy the one plant with chocolate-tasting necatar) or the Spiral Rily- which I apparently do NOT have any images of online, and not even found in my image folders??? A Crime! Here you go- Spiral Rilies straight from the dusty Hoepian Botany word doc-

Beneri it’d be Gator Jaws I think. She probably has a love/hate relationship with them cause on the one hand a plant that can help light the way in the dark but on the other hand CAN THEY PLEASE NOT MAKE THAT GROWLING NOISE THAT’S SCARY QAQ

Venelle’s is likely the Demon Rose, specifically her own Demon Rose. She hated it when she first got it but it’s (no pun intended) grown on her a bit since, and the fact it’s adapted to her mercenary lifestyle has only helped on that grown bond. Is that a cop out answer? Probably but let’s be real Venelle probably does not otherwise really think too hard about plants outside of nourishment in her travels and therefor a means to an end.

Sango (sorry, our beefcake doesn't have her art up yet!)… that’s hard as I feel like I need more coastal/islandic/oceanic flora to even be able to give her a selection. Coral is not a plant, doesn’t count. Well if we were to find a plant she’d like, it’d likely be something strong and sturdy if not endurant to the strength of the ocean waves. Maybe some kind of mangrove or something. I don’t think the mangroves that’d make a floating city would be one of them though.

Saka- yes we’re including the big vague antagonist that no one even directly encounters or hears about. Roses. No not the Demon Rose (though she is the reason those exists). Earth Roses. She probably remembers them from when she was back on earth so long ago before she settled on Hoep with the other humans. Shame they don’t exist on Hoep, Demon Roses are as close as it gets, and being Demon Roses don’t seem to like her, that’s just salt on an open wound.

Gertrude- despite being a plant herself (a chimera of three plants in a robotic shell) and it’d be funny to say her favourite plant is herself as a Grand Example of Self Love, I feel like her fav would be a plant other than herself that would awestrike her. Perhaps a gigantic clonal array of trees that spread out their branches into the vacuum of space. I am not as confident with the sci fi space flora than I am with the Seed World fantasy flora of Hoep, so can't really give a name for such a plant or much else yet. I am a long way from making spec-space flora.

A lot of other OCs aren’t from a setting where there are fictional plants, or they are gijinkas of plants themselves, so I can’t really account for them here, but that still covers a big net of OCs.

#holy heck this took a long time to compile #and also reminds me that I really need to expand my roster of Hoepian plants #oc ramblings #wall of text #ask #askbox #the-stray-liger

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thatonegaybastard · 2 years

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havi g you and your friends ocs as custom people in bitlife is funny because one second yiure doing violin and the next your mom is married to your friend's oc and hes bald wearing sungkasses and has a big ass gray beard

#bitlife

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roses-and-rads-archived · 6 years

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OC thing: Rose and Evelyn, please!

Full Name: Rose Marie Havis

Gender and Sexuality: Female; polyamorous

Pronouns: She/her

Ethnicity/Species: Caucasian; human

Birthplace and Birthdate: Riverside, IA; 5/21/2051

Guilty Pleasures: Rose is always so curious about how the world has changed in 200+ years and loves exploring(especially the glowing sea), she only slows down with the exploring when she gets pregnant and has to stop, she still goes out there every once in a while to visit the half buried church that her brother and sister in law were married in

Phobias: Literally the only thing that really scares her is the mutated version of house spiders, they have way too many legs and twice as many eyes and Rose cannot stand them at all, can and will scream until someone gets rid of it

What They Would Be Famous For: Aside from being the one to lead the take down of the big bad institute, Rose was the minute men general for five years, pulling the minute men’s reputation out of the mud after the Quincy incident

What They Would Get Arrested For: Breaking and entering and also theft(she develops sticky fingers not long after leaving the vault)

OC You Ship Them With: platonically @fnvradio ’s Leo would be like best friends probably, they’re both extremely Stupid and have very exasperated boyfriends

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: I don’t have an oc that would murder Rose

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Horror and rom-com

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Those cheesy romance erotica books you get from the dollar store

Talents and/or Powers: She’s an artist and paints a lot of murals in settlements to help boost morale or something, a lot of people really like her work and she has been commissioned by people for specific paintings

Why Someone Might Love Them: She’s a really nice person and a huge people pleaser, like even tho she gets depressed sometimes she still wants to make other people happy

Why Someone Might Hate Them: Obnoxious and in your face sometimes

How They Change: Everything after coming out of the vault came at her all at once and she had to adapt and fast, through that she learns how to find positives anywhere which is something she couldn’t do before

Why You Love Them: She’s my first oc and also a real big self insert that has evolved into a different person which I love because she’s turned into a happier version of what I made first.

Full Name: Evelyn Ivy White

Gender and Sexuality: Female; straight

Pronouns: She/her

Ethnicity/Species: Caucasian; human

Birthplace and Birthdate: Aspen, CO; 3/21/94

Guilty Pleasures: Sweets, especially pastries

Phobias: She is not at all a fan of heights even though she is constantly putting herself in those situations, she gets stuck and is embarrassed that someone needs to help her

What They Would Be Famous For: Exposing The Seeds As A Cult To The World au

What They Would Get Arrested For: Murder

OC You Ship Them With: Idk Aiyana or Rose? I don’t know

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Dana mostly because Evelyn is a Peggy

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Scifi

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Romance

Talents and/or Powers: She’s a professional photographer so she’s got an artistic eye

Why Someone Might Love Them: She’s real laid back and easy to get along with though she won’t let you walk over her

Why Someone Might Hate Them: She works for the Seeds as an advisor/personal assistant type job

How They Change: Working for the Seeds she develops a more get to the point attitude and values her leisure time a lot more since she doesn’t get a lot

Why You Love Them: She’s just cool and honestly has the job I’d love to have and idk shes mine so I love her

#thankyou so much for asking i love talking about my ocs #i love them #also i love you #ocs #evelyn has the most aus so i can ship her with whoever i want #and im not sorry really #like i said rose is a real big self insert and shes just real close to my heart #ri answers #spaceborn vagabond #c evelyn white #rose havis

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emma-nation · 2 years

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Follow Me Through The Dark (Cassandra Dimitrescu x OC AU) - Chapter 4

Summary: After Mother Miranda's death, Cassandra Dimitrescu has been dealing with some unpleasant changes. When a stranger with a mysterious past arrives in the castle, she will realize her problems are only getting started.

Pairing: Cassandra Dimitrescu x f!OC

Genre: Between T and M

(Trigger warning: for violence, blood, abuse and eventual smut)

Notes:

- English is not my native language. I apologize for any mistakes.

- Your likes and comments are always appreciated!

Castle Dimitrescu, Cassandra's Bedroom - November, 2021

Life had improved greatly for the Dimitrescu sisters now they could spend a considerable amount of time exposed even to minor temperatures. They didn't know for how long their bodies would be able to handle it yet, but some signs always gave them a hint of when it was too much.

When Cassandra woke up that morning, her body was starting to enter a dangerous stage. She was shivering, her skin was beginning to acquire a grey tone, her throat was sore and dry. Anytime she tried to breathe, her chest hurt and she'd start coughing non-stop.

Her naked body reminded herself of the previous night. She didn't know how that even started. In a second, she was chasing Gabriela around her room, while she decided what would be the most painful manner to kill her. Out of nowhere, they started making out. Which lead them to a nasty, kinky and dirty night of sex.

Obviously the girl was no longer there. She collected what was left of her maid uniform and left in the middle of the night. Not before leaving the windows wide open.

"That bitch! She tried to kill me!"

It was only after an extremely hot bath and after stealing another blood bag from Bela's room, that she finally recovered. She took a deep breath, recomposed herself and followed to the dinning room. She had to act normally in front of her family. Nobody should find out what happened.

Meanwhile, Cassandra started to plan the perfect manner to give Gabriela the lesson she deserved. And this time she'd definitely be punished with a lot more than a hard slap in the ass.

"I can't believe you brought this bird to breakfast," Daniela complained once she appeared in the dinning room with her new pet sitting on her shoulder. "It's gross!"

"Her name's Eveline," she told, feeding the raven a small portion of fruits. "And she's more well-behaved than you are."

"Daughters," Lady Dimitrescu requested their attention. "Can we avoid unnecessary arguments right in the first hours of morning? We need to discuss about the festival. House Dimitrescu will be providing wine to be tasted and sold."

The three sisters exchanged a suspicious glance.

"And who's going to be responsible for the stall, mother?" Bela asked.

"The three of you, of course."

"What?" Daniela complained. "But I was planning to have some fun!"

"You will, Daniela. After you help your sisters, of course."

"Bela should do it herself," Cassandra suggested. "After all she's friends with the villagers.

"Very funny," Bela argued. "You're not leaving me alone with this! We either work together or we don't even attend at all."

"I never gave you this option, Bela," Lady Dimitrescu had that look on her face. The look she did when she was about to scold them. "The three of you. And if I discover you hired someone to get away with your responsibilities, I'll be very disappointed."

That was going to suck. Cassandra intended to spend the rest of her day torturing, hurting and possibly murdering a certain maid. No. First she needed evidence. She needed to prove she was a BSAA agent. Now, she was even more sure of her theory.

The door opened and Gabriela walked through it, followed by two other maids. Cassandra pretended she hadn't even noticed. She had to show indifference and disdain. She had to let her know how much she despised her and what happened between them.

Everything was going just fine. She drank her tea, ate some pastry, pretended to be focused on her mother's instructions about the festival... but no one lived in peace having an younger sister like Daniela.

"OH MY GOD!" Daniela shouted when Gabriela was taking her plate. "Is that a hickey on your neck?!"

And suddenly everyone in the room was looking at her. Bela, Daniela, Lady Dimitrescu and even the other servants. There was a brief moment of complete silence before Gabriela answered.

"No!" She let out a small, embarrassed giggle. "Surprisingly as it seems, Ms. Daniela, I fell down while I was cleaning a shelf. I'm so clumsy."

Then she excused herself and left after the other maids.

"Oh. A shelf..." Bela spoke, while sipping on her tea. "In Cassandra's bedroom."

Daniela burst into laughs.

"It didn't happen, okay?!" Cassandra punched the table. "I have no problems to admit when I make a mistake. Mother they're smearing me!"

"Cassandra! Recompose yourself," Lady Dimitrescu scolded. "You two, focus. There will be foreigners in the festival. Sell them wine, attract them to the castle. Or we'll starving for another month."

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Castle Dimitrescu, Corridors - November, 2021

When I woke up in the morning, my body was still sore and exhausted. I had about five seconds of inner peace before my brain, and the fragrance still lingering on my skin, reminded me about the events of the previous night.

I sat down, examining my body and the bruises, left all over my skin as an evidence to remind me of my misconduct, my crime. I remembered Cassandra being on top of me, her firm touches, her intense kisses, the manner she was able to drive me to ecstasy like no one else had done before.

"Oh shit," from all the bad decisions I had ever made, that should be the worst. "Oh shit. Oh shit!"

I went straight to the shower, as if the water could wash all those impure memories away.

Once I left, I looked myself in the mirror and decided to face it. I had sex with C. And it was good. Life ruiningly good. Because now she'd either fire me or kill me. And it was only my fault, I shouldn't have kissed her.

Or was she the one to kiss me first? I wasn't sure.

I inhaled deeply in thought. Maybe I could use that night in my advantage. I could blackmail her, now her family's secrets were revealed.

For my luck, she barely looked at me during breakfast. I was really hoping for that. If we started to exchange looks and someone connected it to the hickey on my neck, it would be obvious.

And it would be too weird. Way too weird! What if she suddenly decided to develop a crush on me or something? Not that Cassandra seemed to be the type who developed crushes, but still. No. No way.

Daniela Dimitrescu wouldn't miss a single detail. When she finally noticed that small ornament on my neck, she had to let everyone know. Even the Countess. Nobody looked at me, instead they looked at Cassandra. It was probably something that happened often with maids who spent some considerable amount of time around her.

I invented a lie and left as soon as I could to proceed with my next tasks. There were some sections of the castle that needed to have the floor mopped. Sections that were far, far away from that doomed bedroom.

I was completely alone. The corridors were completely silent, empty and peaceful. I started to whistle a song while doing my job, when a pair of hands grabbed me, dragged me to inside a secret passage and pinned me against the wall.

"Whoa, I never thought you'd come back for another round."

The situation was embarrassing. For both of us. I decided to handle it with some humor. Maybe it would make it less strange than it already was.

"But I did," Cassandra snarled in my ear. But this time, she didn't sound like she was aroused. She was enraged. "What?! Did you think you could kill me that easily? Surprise, bitch! You're gonna have to try harder next time."

"Kill you? What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb!"

When she pulled a sickle from behind her back, my brain started to recap every detail from that wicked night, trying to find out where I had messed it up so badly. What did she expect? She expected me to be by her side to cuddle in the morning?

And then, I remembered. The windows. I never closed them.

"Oh my god! The heating system... the windows... the cold is your weakness. I-I didn't know!"

"A few months back and I'd be dead. Your little agency has failed to inform you we've gotten stronger. And it's a shame you'll never come back to tell them."

Agency? The cold had really affected her senses. I didn't understand a single word she was saying.

"I didn't know, okay?" I reaffirmed. I knew it was useless. "Do you want an apology?"

"No!" Cassandra placed the sickle against my neck. "I want you to die. I want to drink every single drop of your blood. I... I... I never want to see you again. Or listen to this cocky accent of yours. I hate you!"

She clearly wouldn't believe I had no intentions of killing her. She would never forgive me for my mistake.

I decided to use the bait she had offered me in my favor, to save my own life.

"Go ahead. Kill me. But they'll come searching for me. They already know, Cassandra. They already know about your family. About the things that happen inside this castle. Kill me and it's the end, for all of you."

"I knew it..."

"But if you let me live, I can cut you some slack. I can pretend I didn't see anything wrong. I can pretend all the stories are false."

For the first time, I actually saw a hint of fear in her eyes. Not for her own life, but for her family. Whatever this Agency was, they had potential to destroy them and it scared her more than anything.

"You've got a deal," she said. "But stay out of my way. I don't want you to talk to me, or my sisters and even my mother. Just pretend to do your job until you're ready to go."

"CASSANDRA!" Lady Dimitrescu's voice echoed through all the castle. "IN MY OFFICE! RIGHT NOW!"

C finally set me free. She gave me one last look. One that didn't seem to be enraged anymore. Instead, she looked... hurt?

And then I felt a hint of remorse.

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Castle Dimitrescu, Cassandra's Bedroom - November, 2021

In the following years after her transformation, Cassandra realized something. Not only she was the middle child stereotype, but also that unplanned and unexpected child. From Lady Dimitrescu files she once stole, she discovered there was supposed to have been another girl. One that was unfit for the transformation.

Cassandra then realized she should have been her replacement. Her mother had no other reasons to pick her. Bela was the perfect child. Gifted, smart, the daughter Alcina never managed to have biologically. Daniela was her baby. The one who made her laugh. The one who got away with everything. The one she protected.

The middle daughter never felt appreciated enough. Her mother rarely complimented her for anything. She never recognized her achievements. She was always seen as the irresponsible, the poorly mannered, the untalented.

"What in this world has happened in this bedroom?!" Lady Dimitrescu wanted to know. "It looks like a hurricane passed through this place."

What was her mother doing in her bedroom anyways? She knew the area wasn't safe to be explored. Unexpected things could always be found there. A maid probably had stolen one of her precious lipsticks again.

"I..." Cassandra ran a hand through her brunette hair. "I was testing something new. With my swarm."

"There were valuable artifacts here, daughter!"

"So what? It's not like we can't replace them."

"The servants will have the day out," Lady Dimitrescu announced before leaving the chambers. "Hurry, clean up this mess. I need you to be with your sisters in the Festival."

Cassandra rolled her eyes and punched the wall as soon as the woman left. She didn't know why she still followed her orders. She didn't know why she still expected her approval. She wasn't her real mother. Her real mother had abandoned her decades ago, when she succumbed to a contagious and highly lethal infection. As well as her father and younger brother.

She was the only survivor of her family, Alcina told. What made her exactly like...

"Ughhhh," among the trash she collected from the floor, Cassandra found Gabriela's bra. It was white and lacy. She didn't even notice those small details before, while they were devouring each other's bodies.

She was going to stuff it into the plastic bag, along with the rest of the garbage but instead, she decided to keep it. A small trophy, to remind herself of the victory that would be when she was finally able to rip off the girl's heart out from her chest.

Working for BSAA or not, she had to find a way to defeat her. Nobody tried to kill her and lived. No one.

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Castle Dimitrescu, Office - November, 2021

"Gabriela, papa wants to talk to you in his bedroom. In private."

"Ms. Rodriguez, the principal would like to see you. Right now."

"Hey Gabs, Hank is calling for ya. He's furious, mate."

Those were the lines that returned to my memories when Mrs. Petrova told me Lady Dimitrescu wanted to see me in her office. Alone. None of good ever came from those lines. They were always linked to traumatic events that either damaged me forever, or sent me to the hospital.

Obviously, Cassandra told her I was from 'The Agency' and they'd get rid of me. Easy as that.

I walked slowly, appreciating each one of my last seconds alive. I had no one to miss me back home. Samuel and his wife, maybe. But deep down, they always expected this moment would come before I even reached my thirties. At least I wasn't shot. Or died from an overdose.

There was also Hank. I don't know why I even remembered him in that moment, but that made my chest tighten a little. The last time I saw him, he had sent me to the hospital after I refused to break my four years of soberness. He probably wouldn't miss me. He'd probably celebrate my death with his gang.

I knocked at the door and announced myself.

"Oh, Ms. Rodriguez," Lady Dimitrescu spoke, as she opened the door, "come on in".

I was almost like an insect compared to that woman. She could smash me with her huge hands if she wanted to. Or she could simply step on me. Not in a kinky manner. But she wouldn't even have to use her claws.

"Anything I can help you with, my lady?"

"Actually, there is..."

She looked around, making sure no one would be listening to our conversation. She didn't look angry, or even disappointed. But psychopaths were good hiding their emotions, right?

"Will you be attending the Autumn Festival along with the other maids?" Alcina asked. I finally relaxed. If she was planning to kill me, that would be the last thing she'd ask.

"I don't think so," I told. Most of the other maids hated me. And Cassandra would be there too. "If you need me, I'll be here."

"No, I need you to be there. I need someone to keep an eye on my daughters for me and you're the most fit for this job."

"M-Me?"

"Yes. You've been here for less than a week. You haven't had time to get close to any of them yet. Assuming you were..." she cleared her throat, "really cleaning shelves yesterday."

"I was," I lied. "So far, I've only interacted with Ms. Cassandra. And in a professional manner exclusively. She gives me instructions and I follow them."

Very professional, I thought. Like when she ordered me to get down on my knees and...

"Good," Lady Dimitrescu clapped her hands, pulling me out from that naughty memory. "I know you won't disappoint me."

I was about to leave when she opened one of her drawers and handed me some money. A lot more than I even expected to receive.

"Your weekly payment. And an extra, for this little task of ours. Let's keep it a secret, okay? Only between us."

"Only between us, my lady."

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Autumn Festival, Village - November, 2021

"It has been two hours and we haven't had a single buyer!" Bela complained.

"You complained four times already," Cassandra was so bored she started to count. "Complaints won't get us anywhere."

"And neither will this ugly scowl of yours. You're scaring people away with this face."

"Go ahead, Miss Sunshine. If we depend on your social skills, we're fucked."

Cassandra stood up from the chair she was sitting. Daniela was nowhere to be seen. She had left the stall for a long time now. They told her to socialize around the festival and lure the costumers to their business.

"I doubt she's coming back!" She angered. "Mother is going to be so pissed."

Bela didn't answer. Her mind was somewhere else. She was probably planning to go back earlier to United States and get away with the punishment her sisters would receive.

"So," the blonde finally spoke, "will you tell me the reason you're so moody today or I'll have to guess?"

"She tried to kill me," Cassandra decided to let it out. It would be good to share the secret with someone of her trust. Of course, she'd omit some major details. "Gabriela. She broke into my bedroom and opened the windows while I was asleep."

"This is grave, Cassandra. You should've told mother."

"I was planning to. I confronted her this morning and she threatened me. If she gets killed, the BSAA is coming for us."

"Wait," Bela's eyes went wide in shock. "Did she confirm your suspicions?"

"Kind of," Cassandra told. "You should've ran a background check before hiring her. That would've been a good idea."

"We can do it now. We need to get information about her. It'll give us some advantage."

Together they started to look for Gabriela's name on their phones. They searched every social media, every searching tool. Nothing. There were thousands of 'Gabriela Rodriguez' women around the world, but none of them was their servant. She didn't lie when she said she was a nobody.

"Even her name must be fake!"

"Hey sisters," Daniela finally returned from her tour around every attraction of the festival. "Look who I found!"

The two older sisters raised their eyes, only to see the woman they were searching right in front of them. Cassandra clenched her fists, ready to snap at her. Bela held her, giving her a signal they should act cautiously.

"Your mother asked me to help," Gabriela spoke, already joining them behind the stall. "She told me you could use another hand."

"She's lying!" Cassandra muttered between her teeth to Bela.

"I know," she whispered back. "But let's take the opportunity to get to know our enemy. She knows our weakness, so we need to find hers."

Bela turned around, faking a smile. She was a terrible liar. Maybe because she never lied. The eldest Dimitrescu sister always told the truth, no matter what.

"Okay! Do you have any experience selling? Because as you can see, we're terrible."

"Don't worry, Ms. Bela. I've worked at countless stores before."

In only one hour, Gabriela sold more wine than even Lady Dimitrescu herself would. She attracted costumers by serving free samples of their best and most expensive bottles, even inventing special names and false stories behind each one of them. Daniela was learning her tricks successfully.

"She's a con artist," Cassandra said, more to herself than to her sisters.

"Uhh..." Bela was also impressed. "Pardon my intrusion but, why did you get fired from all the stores you worked previously? You're amazing."

"Not a problem, Ms. Bela. I was either caught stealing or I was too high on drugs to attend my work shift."

"Mother will be so pleased to hear that. Look the kind of person you hired, Bela. Congratulations."

"I've no problem with who I used to be, Ms. Cassandra. For your information, I've been clean for four years now. From drugs and from stealing too."

She extended her arm and lifted her jacket's sleeve, exhibiting a bracelet. Each one of the small pendants showed one of her achievements from being clean from drugs.

"I tried to steal a car out of frustration, five months ago, but I failed. Which is a funny thing, because somehow it was what brought me here."

Bela quickly shot Cassandra a glance.

"I admire your honesty," she told their servant. "Anybody else would've lied and hidden all this information from us."

"As you can see, I'm many things," Gabriela also glanced at Cassandra, "but I'm not a liar. And I'm good keeping secrets too."

"She knows we're vampires," Daniela shouted from where she was standing. If there was still a single soul in the festival that wasn't aware of their nature, they just found out in that moment.

"Oh, and how did you find out?" Bela asked.

"My... uh... he's kind of my adoptive father, he's a Police Chief. He received a report from some tourists last Summer. They escaped your castle. Obviously, nobody believed it and it was discarded. He knew I'd be interested and then he showed me."

"And this is the reason you came here in first place?"

She told Bela the same story about being the only survivor from the village in Spain. When she finished, Daniela was comforting her and Bela was very convinced of her story.

"I'm sorry, Cassandra," she said when the two of them were alone again. "I don't know what you think you heard but, you're wrong about her. I can feel that. She's being completely honest to us."

"Your sudden sympathy for humans is going to get us killed someday."

Cassandra stood up and left, headed to Elena's stall. At least that humanthing would provide her booze and listen to all her insults in silence.

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Autumn Festival, Village - November, 2021

To assure my job in the castle - as well as my survival and the information I could obtain - I figured out I should try a different approach. I had to earn the Dimitrescu family's trust. I wasn't there to hurt them, or to cause them any harm, I just wanted answers and a chance to expose what truly happened to my people.

"And you have no links to the BSAA?"

It was already night when we decided to take a break. I had enough time to earn Bela's trust to the point she revealed me what happened to Mother Miranda and the BSAA - the Agency who attempted to blow up the village and all its creatures.

"They call us Bio-Weapons!" Daniela informed me.

"Oh no," I told her, sipping on a bottle of beer. "I didn't have any idea of what this whole Agency thing was. When I said 'they' were coming after me, I meant the London Police."

I laughed at my own lie. The London Police wouldn't be doing any efforts to save me. Even if Samuel ordered them.

"I was just trying to save my ass after I forgot to close the windows in Cassandra's bedroom. She didn't believe me when I told her I didn't do it on purpose. I didn't even know about your weakness"

"I'm sorry about that," Bela sighed. "Cassandra can be a little complicated sometimes. She's gotten worse now I moved away. She thinks I abandoned her and destroyed our family."

"It's not your fault. Now you're free from Miranda and all that evil, don't blame yourself for starting a new life and chasing your happiness. I wish I could do that."

"But you are free."

"Not totally," I replied. "I don't think I'll ever be. While I don't figure out the whole truth, there will always be this shadow haunting me."

I went to one of the food stalls and bought something to eat. Then I looked around, searching for some entertainment. I picked one of the games, one where I was suppose to shoot the empty cans to earn a prize.

A child game. But I wasn't allowed to be a child for too long. As soon as I left that village in Spain, my childhood and my innocence were taken away from me. I had to become something else. Something Samuel's wife called a... survivor.

I aimed and shot, hitting the first can.

"Whoa," I rolled my eyes when I recognized the voice by my side. For someone who didn't want to see me anymore, Cassandra was standing way too close. "I'm impressed. Where did you learn to shoot like this? In the Agency?"

"Actually, no," I shot again and hit another can. "It's the opposite. I learned it on the streets, stealing luxury cars."

Cassandra handed the man behind the stall a bill. She grabbed the second shotgun available. She clearly wanted a competition.

"I'm the best hunter in the area. I've hunted all kinds of beasts."

"Oh really?!" I shot another can precisely.

"See it for yourself," Cassandra shot three cans in a row, to tie our score.

We were in this childish and stupid competition for a long time. Once the empty cans were over, we proceeded to collect empty bottles. We took them to the middle of the forest, where we could continue with our game without putting any humans in risk. We were not interested in any of the prizes, we just wanted to prove each other who was the best shooter. The first one to miss a target would lose.

"I need to tell you something," I was getting tired, I needed to distracted her. "When I told you 'they would be coming for me' this morning, I wasn't talking about this whole BSAA thing your sister told me. I just wanted you to let me live."

"Why am I not surprised? Maybe because lying is what you do best."

"I mean it, Cassandra. I didn't know you and your sisters were weak to the cold to the point it could kill you. In fact, I'm now wondering if this BSAA Agency was the one to destroy the habitants of my village, instead of working on a cure for them."

"There's no cure. Once you're infected, you're doomed to be a monster. Forever."

Nothing would stop that woman. She was deadly focused on proving me she was indeed the best hunter in the area. I was bored and the alcohol was already speaking for me. I had to try something else. Something bolder. A manner to poke another wound that could possibly bother the Dimitrescu sister.

"By the way, I didn't lie last night. I really enjoyed that."

While she didn't blush, I could tell she was a little bit flustered for a second.

"Well, I didn't. It sucked. Every second of it."

"We both know it's not true. I don't remember hearing a single complaint."

"I faked."

"All the three times?"

"I'm a good actress."

"I'm down for a fourth round."

And she finally missed it. The bullet didn't even approach its target, going straight into a branch. Cassandra dropped the shotgun and grabbed me by the neck, pressing me against a tree.

"What the hell are you planning to do?"

"Admit it," I grinned mischievously. "You weren't faking it."

She brushed her lips against my earlobe, before speaking:

"No."

Without any hesitations, I placed my hand on the back of her neck, bringing her lips directly to mine. I explored every inch of that mouth with my tongue, while my legs wrapped tightly around her waist. I descended my mouth to her neck, placing soft and tender kisses until she couldn't resist.

"Was that a low and muffled moan I heard?" I teased.

"You..." Cassandra grasped my breast tightly. "You're the devil, you know that?"

"Sort of."

A crackling noise, followed by an intense buzzing sound interrupted our little moment. It seemed like a huge swarm of bees was approaching.

"What is that?" I asked.

"I don't know," the Dimitrescu woman let me go. "Probably Bela and Daniela messing up with me."

"Wait... why?"

She got in a fighting position, examining all of her surroundings. Suddenly a small group of blowflies started to leave her body and fly around the area, searching for the source of the noise.

"C-Can you turn into flies?" I asked in disbelief.

"Surprised, babe?!" She looked at me and smirked. "There's a lot you don't know about me yet."

Now I could finally understand the flies after me. She had been spying on me since I arrived in the castle.

"You've been spying on me! This is so not fair! And dirty... and perverted!"

"Not if there isn't anything wrong to be seen. Besides, it wouldn't be the first time I'd see you naked."

"Well, it seems like you enjoyed the view. After all you're always coming back for more."

"Yeah... maybe you're not so bad. Is that what you wanted to hear? You have a fine ass!"

I was about to respond when C used her toned arm to stop me. Her flies, her senses or even her advanced hearing were detecting something I wasn't able to. She pulled a sickle from under her dress.

"What..." I attempted to ask.

"Shhhhh..." she silenced me with her hand.

In a blink, a huge swarm of bees came in our direction. Cassandra quickly shaped into her own swarm of blowflies to avoid getting harmed. I hid myself behind a bush, knowing it wouldn't take too long before I was discovered.

I observed as the swarms shaped into three humanoid figures. They were not like Cassandra or her sisters. They had no human form. They were simply... monsters.

"Is that a competition?" C shaped back into her human form. "Good. It has been a long time I've been searching for a good match."

They all advanced in her direction at the same time. She rolled to her left, deflecting the attack. The creatures seemed to be faster, or maybe she was outnumbered. As they turned into bees again, they were able to inflict Cassandra some damage.

"Hey!" I jumped from behind the bushes. "Come and get me, your freaks."

"What the fuck are you doing?!" C yelled. "I'm immortal, your dumbass!"

The creatures started to chase me. Obviously, I was no match for them, even when they had to turn back into their humanoid form. One of them punched me hard on the temple, sending me flying.

As I landed on the floor, I hit my head against a rock. A metallic taste of blood filled my mouth as I tried to call out for help.

I heard Cassandra footsteps approaching the scene. My blurred vision captured some moments of her fight against the creatures. With some lethal and bloody moves with her sickle, like a flawless deadly dance, she managed to scare them away.

"Well well..." she stopped in front of me, poking me with her boot. "What am I going to do about you?"

"H-Help... me..." I tried to mumble, but I was too weak, too confused.

She kneeled down by my side, holding my face and examining my head injury. Then, she softly caressed my cheek.

"I'm sorry, babe," Cassandra smiled, stood up and turned around to leave. "You shouldn't have left the windows opened last night.

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Note: If you haven't played Resident Evil 6, Google 'Gnezdo'. Those were the creatures that attacked them in the forest.

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Dragonborn so that's how it works?

Kaminari edition

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Word Count: 5098

I wrote this right after reading that one specific prompt about someone walking over and handing someone a kid and saying "this is yours." I can't remember the exact one but I'm too far in the bnha pit that I'll just stand next to my shovel and wait for a wall to collapse in the whole I dug myself into.

Kaminari x oc

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Kaminari held the child gently in his arms, but his eyes still darted for where the mother had gone. The woman that had handed him the child seemed to have disappeared within the crowded market of people, vanishing because he couldn’t even see an inkling of her. He had little idea of what she looked like or where she could be, and that just added to the concern that the male felt. It had been a year since he went on that quest. Kirishima was the first to sigh.

“We can’t take care of it.”

“But—“

“We told you this would happen,” Bakugo growls.

“I know—“

“You have no one but yourself to blame,” Mina scoffs.

Hisako, frowning at the decisions of her party. With a huff she dropped her bag of rations and money. Pulling a few coins from the pouch shoving them into her pocket. Dropping her party emblem at the top of the pile, she walks toward Kaminari and waves her hand.

“I’ll take care of them. Neither of you needs a ranger anymore, and I need to get back to my craft,” her words seem to catch Kaminari off guard.

The child stares up at the half-dwarf woman with large eyes. She swaddles them in her cape before turning away from the arguing group. A loud crashing and feet follow her before she gets too far.

“Wait, I can’t let you go alone.”

She looked at him and sighed. “Alright, well I’ll need someone to look after the hatchling. While I hunt for food.”

That was how they left the group. To raise a dragon born elf. Hisako Midoriya was many things, a ranger, a half-dwarf, a skilled craftswoman. But compared to her companion she lacked size. This lead to the search for an empty cave that they could occupy. It would be the best place for all of them to coexist.

“Where are we going?” Kaminari asks.

Hisako ties the cape around her body, so the hatchling doesn’t fall. “Toward my old burrow.”

“Didn’t we...”

She frowns. “Yes, you destroyed most of my burrow. Thank you for managing to do that. I thought I had Bakugo proofed it since the last time he visited when we were children.”

“How long have you known Bakugo?”

“All his life. I’m only three years older. But my parents left to return to their burrows and Zuzu as you know has his own place.” She mumbles. “Have you thought of a name for him?”

“No. Naming children is a big responsibility,” he points out.

Hisako brushes the hair of the hatchling back. They were sleeping, so she had to keep an eye on their distance. Hatchlings consume different things than their parents, but if she was lucky, she could ask Kaminari what he ate.

“It should be three days, to get there but it could be four.”

“What are we gonna do for food?”

“Hunting? I still have my equipment, we just need to buy things for the hatchling,” Hisako turns to the male with a frown. “Kaminari, were you born with a spoon in your mouth?”

“Well no, I had to work for things.” He frowns.

She nods as she continues walking. “Good. Then you’ll understand how helping me is going to work. I’ve raised many things but never a child.”

“I’m sure you can do it,” he smirks.

Their first night after leaving their party was spent at an inn. The family running it was very nice in letting them stay, their pay for staying was Hisako’s assistance in repairing the inn. Denki tried to find a way to help out even if it was just a little bit. While sitting atop the ladder Hisako worked on the roof with tiny flame sitting in a bundle on a barrel lid.

“Does he have a name?” The waitress asks, Uraraka Ochaco.

“No, we call him tiny flame for now,” she replies.

“Really?”

“Yeah, Denki is in charge of naming him. But I feel bad not having at least a nickname for him.”

“What was your job before you decided to go back?”

“We were party members. But you can’t adventure with a child, can you?” Hisako climbs down before dusting herself off.

Uraraka frowns a bit. “How do you keep up care?”

She raises a brow. “Ah, you mean feminine things? Well, let’s see... it wasn’t hard when you get used to it. I’m sure if you tried to go, you’d get picked by a party depending on what you can do.”

“Hisako,” Denki calls from around the corner.

“Hey, did you get the blanket as I asked?”

“Yes, but I don’t see why we should get one.”

Reaching for the sleeping baby, Hisako trades her worn cape for the blanket. But still uses the cape as an extra wrapping.

“Thank you very much for letting us stay, we should be off if we want to gather the rest of the supplies we need.”

“Wait, do you have enough milk?” Ochaco asks.

“Little one has been fine with fruit milk, it’s hard to carry fresh milk to give to him,” Hisako sighs. “But as long as we can get to a town by night it should be fine.”

Denki looks to her then to the little guy. “This might be a stretch, but do you know of any abandoned caves nearby?”

“None here, but I do know of one by the mountains.”

Hisako winces. “Alright, thank you again.”

The walk was easy, on Hisako, Denki was having troubles as they pass through the forest. Clearly, their difference in growth was showing, Denki had mentioned before that he had spent a hundred years in his family village before trekking out. And he’d been barely out for ten years making a very rookie mistake.

“Hisako, why aren’t you mad at me?”

She fixes her belt while checking on the sleeping child. “I’m madder at his mother. Leaving a cute little guy like him with a party of children.”

“So, you’re not mad at me.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m furious with you. But you decided to take care of him. Since he’s a half-elf, I suppose raising him for a hundred years should be good. Then we can let him do as he pleases.”

“Let me remind you that I’m also not fully an elf.”

“You can tell, he’s more elf.”

“I know but—“

“Denki, we’re getting close to the next town. But I think we’ll have to buy some milk and keep going.”

“Why?”

“They don’t take kindly to elves here.”

He pulls his hood on and walks closer to her. It wasn’t hard to tell her mix from her height. Hisako made quick work of buying some milk for the child, just as she was getting ready to leave with Denki, a familiar voice calls out to her.

“Koko?”

Looking toward the person who called her, her eyes lit up to see her mother.

“Mom, oh. It’s so nice to see you,” she smiles wide.

“Come, stay the night. And your friend as well.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

Inko put them up for the night. She didn’t ask anything of her daughter. But she was more than happy to see the brightness of Hisako’s eyes when she let her into her workshop.

“You can remove your hood in here Kaminari.”

“How did you know that I was—“

“Zuzu had been telling me all about how his sister had been traveling. There’s an elf-kin, barbarian, holy knight, and a dancing bard in her party.”

“Yeah, Kaminari ran into a situation. So, I took this as a chance to leave the party.” Hisako feeds the milk to the baby.

He didn’t seem to cry. Not yet at least, hoping that it was her calm presence, Hisako smiles.

Inko looks at her daughter and shakes her head. “Well, I suppose I should lend you a place to sleep for the night.”

“Tomorrow is the quick traveling,” Hisako grins.

“I hate that you know how to make it a three to four-day trip.”

“Come on. I want to make sure I have as many things as I need to make enough money to feed little one,” she frowns.

“Teru.”

Hisako looks at Denki with a grin,

“You hear that? Your name is Teru. Teru Kaminari.” She leans back in her chair while holding Teru.

“Where will you be living?”

“In a cave, we found intel on an available one,” Denki frowns.

“Not too keen on living in a cave?”

He shakes his head. “I’ve ruined her life. Hisako was doing well in that party, and because of me she left.”

“I know it might not make sense to you now. But if we kept adventuring together, we would have died soon,” Hisako frowns. “Denki, I left to save them. Humans. Humans have a shorter life span than we do. I’ll live till about 300 if I’m lucky, you’re already 100 and some odd years. But Bakugo needs to return to his home and take over for his mother. Kirishima needs to return to the church sometime.”

“What about Mina?”

“Mina needed to find her family and live her life outside of adventuring. We couldn’t keep pressing on as adventurers.” She cradles the baby in her arms with a sigh. “You’re going to live well past me. And Teru, with luck, he will live past all of us. I just didn’t want to be the death of them. Dwarves are much sturdier than other races, I can take a hit.”

“Was this what you’ve been thinking about?”

“Honestly.” She looks at him with a small tear. “Yes, their lives are a blink of time to you. It doesn’t mean that you don’t have emotions. But Kaminari, if after raising Teru you would like to leave I’ll be fine.”

“Why would you think that I’ll leave?”

“I’m a blacksmith, by the time Teru is grown. The cave will become my workplace, and you probably won’t want to spend two hundred years after that in a cave.”

“Hisako?”

She wipes the tears with her free hand. “Sorry, I need to get some rest. The next two days of our travel will be in the forest and I don’t want to give you extra tasks.”

That night she managed to sleep due to pure exhaustion. Kaminari couldn’t bring himself to ask about the discussion they had. But they quickly arrive at Hisako’s old burrow. Now their way of travel changed. Hisako managed to put together a buggy. This way they didn’t have to walk, and everything would be fine.

“Room for two? Single bed?” The innkeeper asks.

Hisako frowns. “Separate beds, I wouldn’t want me tending to the child to wake him.”

“No, a single bed is fine. I’m supposed to be tending to Teru this time,” Kaminari interrupts.

Putting the things in the room, Hisako got ready to stock on their supplies. Trading a few of her previous works for money at the guild. With her money she bought a few food things that would last, and milk for Teru. Once back in the inn she sits with Teru leaving Kaminari to get what he wanted.

Kaminari always found it hard to find what he needed since he was often regarded as a simple person. His class didn’t make it any better. Rogues were not highly regarded without a party.

“Hey there cutie, wanna stay for some fun tonight,” a woman asks, her clothes barely held together by her corset and the sleeve.

“No thanks, I have to get back before nightfall,” he rejects the woman’s offer quickly and continues to walk down the street.

“Are you sure? What you’re doing can’t be that important,” she presses grabbing him from behind.

Kaminari frowns. “It is, I need to buy something for my wife and child. So, I’ll be off alright.”

Breaking free of her grasp, he quickly finds the shop he was looking for. While caring for Teru, he quickly learned that using Hisako’s cape as a protective cloak wasn’t good for her, since she could get hurt too.

“Hello there sir, what can I do for you?” This man looked similar to Kirishima but only in build, Kaminari clears his throat and asks.

“Do you have anything good for cradling children on the move?”

The clerk stares dumbfounded. “Like a bassinet?”

Kaminari thinks for a moment and shakes his head. “No, my companion has been carrying our child in a blanket and her cape and I’m worried for her.”

“Oh, I think I can make something. Your wife must be having terrible back pains if she’s been carrying your little one this whole time after birth,” the clerk shakes his head.

Kaminari frowns, he hadn’t thought about how it could be hurting her along with the travel. And he was useless in the forest, so he’d been putting both of them at risk this whole time.

“Do you think you could make two, so I will be able to help her out? My companion is the hunter in our family,” Kaminari laughs weakly.

“Sure, it will take two days. Come by then. Oh, pardon my manners they’ve seemed to ‘ave left through the front door, my name is Tetsutetsu,” smiles the man.

“Denki. It’s a pleasure to meet you, if this town is close to where our home will be, we might be seeing more of you,” Kaminari smiles.

Back at the inn, Hisako is bathing Teru. They managed to secure a supply of diaper cloths for him and shirts. She smiles as he splashed in the water and looks at her.

“You like the water? You’re such a happy hatchling,” she coos while wiping his face gently with a cloth.

“Not fair you’re only cute to him when I’m not around,” Denki huffs as he kicks off his shoes.

Preparing the towel, she takes Teru out and begins drying him off. “I was going to wait till I was at least one hundred or two hundred before caring for a child.”

Denki chuckles. “The idea of you caring for small children sounds adorable.”

“Look at him, Teru,” she holds the baby to face his father while she dries him. “He’s your daddy. He’s gonna help me take care of you. I suppose he’ll need to address me as 'mother' then.”

“Only if you want,” Denki takes the wiggling child from Hisako’s hands to wrap him in the diaper cloth.

Hisako dries her arms before asking. “What’d you end up buying?”

“It’s a secret, you’ll see in two days,” he smiles.

“Alright.” She hangs the towel on the back of the chair to dry before sitting next to Denki.

They ended up staying at the inn for a few weeks. Hisako was pleasantly surprised by the gift since it meant she had a second layer of protection between Teru and anything that dared cross her path. Again, their exchange for staying was to help repair and do things of the like. They didn’t have a blacksmith in town.

The cave was easy to find. It was large enough and only had a few shoot off sections. Finally secure, Hisako went to work. Kaminari sat at the inn with Teru.

“How long do you think it will take to fix up your new home?” The innkeeper asks.

“Sorry if we’re a burden, Koko, said it should be three months to set her groundwork. If it wasn’t for me, we would have been living in her old burrow,” Kaminari sighs.

The woman smacks the back of Kaminari’s head with a pout. “You’re not a burden, if anything you two have been the greatest help of all. Who knew that there was an easier way to repair the roofs?”

“Yeah.” Teru pulls on his father’s cape. The only way to grasp his attention since he hid all of his hair in response to the last time Teru pulled on it. “What do you want? Mom’s busy, she’s trying to make sure everything is perfect and safe for you.”

The innkeeper frowns. “I almost forgot to ask, but are you an interracial couple?”

Kaminari blushes. “Yes, my wife is a half-dwarf and I’m mostly elvish.”

“That’s lovely, my husband is an elf. And I’m an elf changeling. It’ll be nice having friends who’ll be around for the same time as us,” she smiles.

“Really? Where does your husband hail from?”

“I’m back, I found the thing you asked for,” states a monotonous voice.

“Welcome back Shouto, we have some long-term guests here,” she walks over hugging him.

Kaminari squeaks as he makes eye contact with the sea elf, although he only knew it by the scent of the sea that naturally stayed embedded in his skin. His hair didn’t give any assistance, bright burning red and white.

“Sorry for my appearance,” Shouto apologizes.

Someone else walks in upset covered in soot as they plop next to the seat where the blond had been sitting. “I told him not to touch the powders, but did he listen? No. Now there’s just heaps of it everywhere.”

The man laughs. “I haven’t seen you since you were a child Inko.”

The woman blushes and wipes her face with a shy smile. “I’m sorry to say but I’m not my mother. But thank you for the compliment in our resemblance.”

The man blinks. “Has it been that long since I’ve seen her? Wow.”

“This is my...” Hisako pauses as she swallows the word. “Husband Denki. I’m Hisako. We haven’t exactly had the time to get married since our surprise showed up.”

The innkeeper pouts. “Really? Shouto dear do you think that we could help them?”

“If they want the help? I don’t want to intrude.” Shouto laughs a bit.

Hisako blinks. “You’ll help us?”

Kaminari pouts. “Well if you’re the only one working on it then we’ll have quite a bit of problem, now won’t we?”

“I can help, and I can ask my previous party for help. They came with me. Wanted to see my beautiful wife that I keep prattling on about,” Shouto laughs as a group seems to walk in.

Hisako stares dumbfounded. “Zuzu?”

Upon hearing the name, the male whips around and grins at his sister. “Koko, how have you been? Why are you covered in soot?”

“Accident,” she shrugs. “I’ve been good. Kaminari is here with me.”

“What about the rest of your party?” He asks.

She narrows her eyes. “I think I’ll go clean myself up. Um Shouto if the offer stands, I’ll gladly accept and pay in any way that I can for your help.”

Kaminari frowns as Teru begins crying. Trying to soothe the child, Momo quickly takes him from her hold and goes to give him some milk.

“Wait, what’s going on?” Izuku asks.

“Well, I um. We left our party to take care of Teru.” Kaminari admits. “And Hisako is beat up about it since we’ve been adventuring for so long, she felt that we as beings with longer life spans should leave so our human friends can continue their lives.”

Izuku frowns. “She’s got a point. But I didn’t think she’d just leave Kacchan like that.”

“What?”

“Koko had a crush on Kacchan for a very long time. I’m sure she’s beating herself up about it right now.” Izuku sighs. “But why’d you go and have a kid with her?”

Kaminari looks at the brother of his companion and winces. “Can we... talk in private?”

Izuku raises a brow but accepts the request, Kaminari stands up and leads the man to a different section while trying to gather his thoughts and explain what he wanted to say.

“Izuku, Teru isn’t Hisako’s blood. He’s a dragonborn.”

“He doesn’t look Dragonborn,” Izuku frowns.

“Well, he is. Hisako used raising Teru as an excuse to leave the party since everyone else was upset about my predicament,” Kaminari explains.

Izuku looks at the man, unlike his sister he had gotten his father’s genes and was almost human height. “Listen to me. I heard her before we walked in, she claimed you as her husband. If you make her cry, I’ll show you true fear.”

“Understood.”

With the party’s help, it took two months to get the cave in livable conditions. Izuku and Hisako worked on the smithing section of the cave. It made the centermost part of it warmer. Any other section that could end up creating a mess was sealed and a ward put up.

“So, you’ll be living here?” Tenya, a holy knight, asks.

“Yup, for hundred years at least. I don’t think raising Teru while traveling would be healthy for him,” Hisako holds the sleeping infant in her arms.

“Glad we could be of help,” smiles Jiro.

Izuku frowns. “Are you sure my explanations are helpful?”

“Yes, you even left me step-by-step instructions. I’ll be fine,” she smiles.

“Hopefully you’ll be fine out here,” Momo pouts.

“We’ll come to town. Don’t worry, you’ll see more of us,” Kaminari chuckles.

Shouto frowns. “Wait before we go, we need to hold the wedding.”

Hisako’s face flushes as she turns away.

“That’s right, we should hold it while everyone is still here,” Tenya agrees.

Within two days, Hisako was fitted for a dress and at the alter with Kaminari. Somehow, they had agreed that marrying would be the best way to protect Teru. By the end of it they were married and the party on their way again.

Raising a hatchling was different. Hisako started on her smithing in the morning, but luckily it didn’t bother Kaminari or Teru. By Midday she was out checking the traps. They had to find a space for keeping a cow or goat. Kaminari would train in the main area while Teru moved around in the play space created for him.

Months went by in this routine; Hisako already had a name for her in the smithing world, so money wasn’t a problem. The new problem Teru was now walking as a one-year-old. His tail supported him most of the way, but he was still a normal menace.

“Where’s the baby?” Hisako frowns.

“He was just here.”

By the time he started speaking, he was used to calling the couple mom and dad. By about five they argued over what they should teach him but settled on teaching him both styles of fighting and craft. Kaminari showed Hisako how to make some elven tools.

“Mom! Can I get a little brother?” Teru asks one night,

Hisako almost choked. “Maybe some other time.”

“Really?”

There was no distinction on when Teru was born so keeping track of days did nothing. They gifted the child things when he needed them. Until Hisako got pregnant. Momo was ecstatic, Denki was paranoid.

“You can’t go to the workshop!” He shouts. “I’ll make bows to sell. You rest.”

Not able to control the woman, she still went hunting. The people in town knew of the couple because of how much they helped them. And time gifted them a pair of twins: one boy, one girl.

Meru and Ren. Hisako and Kaminari worked together during this time. And soon their little family was all walking and talking.

“You know, Zuzu might actually beat you up for this,” Hisako mumbles during dinner one day.

“Is Uncle coming to visit?”

“Yes, and a few friends. Luckily, we have a few rooms available,” Hisako chuckles.

Two months and their previous party was in their home. Hisako busies herself with work and teaching Ren about smithing during their stay.

“Uncle Zuzu, look what I can do!” Teru bellows from somewhere.

“No magic in the cave!” Hisako reminds them.

Teru runs over into the workshop and grabs the things he’s made.

“No running with sharp objects either,” she scolds.

“Don’t worry I followed him just in case,” Izuku laughs. “Wow, you guys have been busy these past ten years.”

“Mommy still won’t let me touch the fire,” Ren pouts as she fans the flames.

Teru glares at his sister. “Mom said you can’t do that because you’ll hurt your skin. I can do it cause my scales flare-up.”

“Meanie.”

“Hey, I said no fighting in the work—“ Hisako stops when she sees Bakugo walk into the room.

He doesn’t say anything but looks at the things Teru is holding. “You learned a lot.”

“Mhmm, mom said I learn fast. But she also said I have a hundred years to master my smithing. Patience is key,” he repeats her words.

“She’s right. Our mom let us go early, but that was because we were still learning our crafts,” Izuku ruffles Teru’s hair.

Ren pouts looking at her own hair. Stopping her work Hisako looks at her daughter.

“What’s wrong?”

“Why did you marry daddy?”

“Because I love him.”

“Why did you have Meru and I?”

“Because I wanted to have you.”

Teru looks at his sister and then at Hisako. “Mom, how come we don’t look the same?”

Bakugo looks at Hisako then to the kids. “Your dad—“

“Who said something?” Anger filled her eyes as she drops her gloves and looks at the two children.

“When dad took us adventuring with the other kids, someone asked why we don’t look the same,” Ren whispers.

Hisako begins picking up her tools and putting them away. “Zuzu is my brother, do I look like him?”

Teru shakes his head. “Only a little bit.”

“Katsuki is my brother do I look like him?” She asks.

Ren shakes her head. “Uncle Kacchan doesn’t looks like you or uncle Zuzu.”

“Okay, then do not question why you three are here. If anyone asks you tell them does it matter? You know who your parents are because we raised you,” Hisako is quiet as she takes a deep breath. “Finish showing your uncles your craft and after that please do the rest of your chores. I’m going to start on dinner.”

It wasn’t like Hisako spent the entire day in the workshop. The next two days she spent training and waiting for something to change in her mood. By the fourth day she knew what was wrong with her emotions.

“I’m gonna kill you Denki!”

Denki unaware to the attack fell. “What? What did I do now?”

Bakugo had watched the two his entire time there. Kirishima was the one to confirm it for her since he had some dealings with medicine. Both kind of separated the two from the rest of the people in the house.

“Uncle Kacchan what’s going on?” Meru asks.

“Nothing to worry about.”

As humans went, he was getting older and probably wouldn’t have been able to withstand the sheer force that was Hisako. He didn’t even think of getting involved with their argument as Kirishima attempted to separate the two.

“Hey, you two no fighting it’s not good for the baby,” he states.

Denki blinks at his wife in tears. “What?”

Hisako wipes at her tears while looking at her husband. “I didn’t want to tell you until they left, but you’d find out eventually.”

Denki hugs the sobbing dwarf. “I’m so happy. We’re gonna have another little one.”

“Can it be a girl this time?” Ren huffs.

“I want another brother.” Teru pouts.

Meru shakes his head. “Younger siblings to look after is fine, as long as they don’t try to fight like Teru.”

“That’s wonderful news,” Izuku smiles.

Dinner was an adventure, and everyone soon left. With the kids asleep, Hisako and Denki sit together in their chambers. She was still trying to process this. Their friends hadn’t left but they were spending the last two nights at the inn in town.

“What’s eating you?” Denki frowns.

“Teru asked why they don’t look the same. And it’s kind of making me anxious,” she admits while brushing her hair.

“I’m sure our next child will be as beautiful as the other three,” Denki attempts. “Who cares if they all look the same? We are their parents.”

She nods. “We didn’t talk about what would happen after the first hundred years.”

Denki looks at her with a frown. “I thought I made it clear though.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m staying here until the end. You’re my wife, I’m not gonna just leave you.”

“Really?”

“Of course, whatever we do, we’ll do it together.”

“Well that’s nice. Although, I don’t know how I feel about the small age gap between me and our children,” she sighs.

“Don’t worry, we’ll have more.”

Hisako frowns. “I hate you.”

“If you did, I wouldn’t care, if you still loved Katsuki I would be okay with it.”

She looked at him confused. “What?”

Denki sighs. “Ten years ago, your brother told me about how you loved Katsuki.”

“Like a brother, we grew up together. You really think I joined the same party as him because I loved him?”

“Well Izuku thought you did.”

The next day she beat some sense into her twin.

“You’re stupid, Kacchan is a brother to me like you. Stupid brother, and Kacchan you need to visit again after this one is born so they can see their uncle,” Hisako frowns.

“I’ll do what I want,” he huffs.

“And bring your family by, it ain’t fair to just leave them.” She crosses her arms.

“Ochaco doesn’t really like travel,” he whispers.

Denki looks at him and shrugs. “We can visit you then. I’m sure the kids are itching to travel. Teru has been asking for a while.”

“Alright, after this one is born. We’ll visit you.” Hisako smirks.

Ren practically leaps a mile high, “we get to travel!”

“Mhmm.”

Mina looks at them and sighs. “I’m sorry I acted the way I did all that time ago.”

“It’s fine.”

“Aunty, do you live close to uncle Katsuki?”

“No, I live closer to Eijiro.”

Looking to the innkeeper, Hisako pouts. “Would you like to come travel with us? I’m sure we can pay the difference.”

“Haven’t traveled in a long time,” Momo waves her hand.

Shouto smirks. “We’ll travel with you. Our little ones have been asking for it too.”

“We get to travel with Mitsuki and Daiki?” Meru asks.

Momo grins. That was the plan. The plan did end up happening. After a year.

The traveling was easy. They didn’t tire easy, and with the buggy everything was fine. Getting to Bakugo’s kingdom was a breeze.

“Welcome— Hisako!” Gasps the woman cradling a baby.

“Hi Ochaco, your husband used to be in the party that I mentioned,” she smiles.

“How have you been?”

#bnha fantasy au #bnha x oc #kaminari denki #kaminari x oc #oneshot #long read #long post

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samsbastardzone · 4 years

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hewwo!

List of OCs, for reference!

Zize Fortier (Amnesia campaign)- level 19 copper/black dragonborn gunslinger! BFFs with @bekahdoesnerdshit‘s Raini. Pronouns they/he/she, 7′9, bastard. They love making bad jokes, and their bacstory is super tied to the rest of the party (all famous adventurers together!)

Osfyr Greywood (Acarnya campaign, 1/5 of these characters that Ellie @alwaysyourqueen has DMed for!)– half-elf rogue/wizard, now level 20 and retired. Pronouns they/them, short. Bi disaster with 3 boyfriends and a girlfriend. An insecure mess.

Caphaxa “Cap” Moisand (Nordenheim campaign, 2/5)– dwarven wizard, level 3. She/her, 4′1. (Her face is my blog’s icon!) She’s grumpy, but she’s got a spark of adventure in her. (She was a stonemason into middle age, when she decided to adventure. She’s in denial that the things she can do are actually magic.)

Bly (Wildemount campaign, 3/5)– aarakocra druid, level 2. She/her, 2′8. A literal child. Carried around at all times (most times) by @mickgoesabsolutelyhamforbarbie‘s Avri. Forest friends! Naive, sees the best in everyone, and Avri is trying to help her get over her fear of heights.

Ohaviel “Havi” (Witcher oneshot, 4/5)– aasimar paladin, level 5. Dumb as a box of rocks, bless him. (he/him) Fallen aasimar who fell on purpose because he thought humanity needed saving– they didn’t. Has a very strong sense of good and EEEEEVIL.

Abigail “Abby” Wrath (MOTW campaign, 5/5)– sixteen year old human, she/they. Discovered magical powers and got recruited by the government about it.

Topaz (Kithan campaign)– level 13 earth genasi tempest cleric. He/him, tall. His hair is clear crystal that flashes with lightning when he casts a spell. Quiet and slow type, lived in the woods most of his life. Bonded with Ellie’s Daecyne.

Aoi Abirath (the inspiration for Abby Wrath’s name, old LARP campaign)– halfling, some weird mix of “dragon knight” and i think rogue, in a possibly homebrew system? I threw fus-ro-dahs and one-damage spark spells with my real people hands, and I built her a staff but never got to use it because she’s a halfling. I still have part of the outfit I wore as her. Not much of a personality tbh, I was 11-13 at the time.

#zize #osfyr #cap #havi #bly #abby #topaz #aoi

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bace-jeleren · 5 years

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How about question 10 for your ocs

If they have an LI, how much of their character is tailored to be compatible to that person?

Alexandria/Lalia: Alexandria and Lalia were my very first fanwalkers I ever made. Neither of them were designed to be the love interest of the other, their getting paired up was just me fucking around like "what of these two kissed? A ha, just kidding... unless" the only thing that really got changed was Alexandria's backstory, but that was MUCH later after I paired them up- like literally this year.

Kuro/Wren: Wren was literally designed to be Kuro's love interest. From their personality to their design, they were made to complement Kuro in some way. Kuro was my third fanwalker I ever made and I have had her for years, but with the introduction of Wren I've used them to develop her personality a whole lot more than what I already had, which was "shy rabbit sad about her necromancy :c". That being said, though, she wasn't designed to even have an LI on the first place.

Damali/Reah: both of them were designed at the same time and literally started out as wives. Needless to say they were both tailored to be compatible with the other from the get go.

Grii/Vedhika: wouldn't call them love interests YET but needless to say Grii wasn't really designed with any sort of romantic elements in mind at all. Vedhika was also thrown together mostly as a throwaway line of Grii haviing a dwarf friend on Kaladesh and everyone else's response was "and possibly... a lover". Their "relationship" sort of happened like Alexandria and Lalia's.

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okimargarvez · 5 years

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SCREW TO THE LIMIT- 3

Original title: Vite sull’orlo del baratro.

Prompt: prostitution, sacrifice, danger.

Warnings: A.U., mention of sex content.

Genre: angst, drama, family, romantic, smut.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, Luke’s son, BAU team, others OC, Derek Morgan.

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: oneshot.

Legend: 💏😘😈👓🔦🐶👨‍👩‍👧‍👦💍🎲🎈.

Song mentioned: none.

Screw to the Limit- Masterlist

GARVEZ STORIES

PART 3

He arrives at the office with only one thing in mind: quickly finish the report on the case of a Vietnam veteran convinced he is still at war and then, he can run from Penelope. Because he likes the way she confronts him, she is tough, but he doesn’t know her true personality. She was almost playing a part and maybe it's really like that, maybe it's the technique she worked out to protect herself from the world where she sells to. And in any case, he didn’t lie to one thing: he was really assigned to the task of making sure she arrives alive in court, or rather he has tormented Hotch up to get him.

But anxiety or haste aren't bad advisers, and work, as usual, is not affected by his private drives. This is why he probably wasn’t downgraded or struck off when they found out a sentimental involvement with one of the victims of a very bad case, with an equally unpleasant ending, if not that out of that mess was born a good thing, because Adam was certainly not a mistake. However, in the environment someone still harbored a grudge against him, and the gossips certainly were not lacking, but doesn’t care, until all this would not affect his son, the only truly innocent soul of this story.

He presses the save button and sends the file to the upper organs. -Are you rushing to leave, Alvez?- he doesn’t even raise his head because he has recognized his colleague by the voice. One of Morgan's favorite activities is just making fun of him. -You're so excited at the idea of seeing that girl again, right? I'm right!- he says. -Look, you blushed!- he raises his eyes in those equally dark of his colleague. -I can’t give you wrong. I took a look at the dossier... eye candy, if you don’t mind the abundance...- Luke stiffens, hearing him speak in those terms of Penelope. The fact Morgan is a womanizer is known as much as his own reputation among prostitutes.

-You're just jealous.- he says, standing up and taking his bag, while the computer is turning off. - Hurry, that case of the bums is waiting for you... so much rubbish in which to rummage.- he smiles maliciously. -Good digging!- he greets him enjoying the grimace that appears on the face of the other.

While he drives, his mind is continually harassed by inviting images, all with only one protagonist. He closes the door with more force than usual, perhaps looking for the right attitude even in that simple gesture. He knocks, to warn her that he is about to enter. There is no noise, no sign that there is a living soul in the house. But he doesn’t want to think about the worst, even if the hand is already on the holster. His pride, or not wanting to let her know he worried about her, urges him not to call her. Of course, he is not prepared for the show that lurks there.

She is crying and this becomes clear immediately. She is curled up on the bed, in a fetal position, her face covered by a cascade of blond hair, her arms on her stomach, as if she were protecting a child. They aren’t just sobs as seen in the movies, it is not a fine drizzle but a full-scale downpour. He approaches slowly, she doesn’t hear him coming. -Penelope?- he is upset. Totally. He always hated to see women crying, perhaps because, without having to overdo the psychoanalysts, his mother was regularly beaten by his partner. And it was up to him, as small as he was, to take care of her, disinfect the wounds, comfort her. -Penelope!- he screams louder, forcing her to sit up. -What the hell happened?- the woman doesn’t answer, but the tears stop the flow.

-Nothing.- she stubborn says, like a good girl. -Absolutely nothing.- and the fact is that she is not lying to him, nothing really happened since the last time he saw her. Only she can’t take it anymore, to live like this; she misses her too terribly, just wants to shake her body in her arms, staying with her for hours to inhale her scent. But months will pass before she can do it.

-I don’t believe it. Tell me why you're crying.- he tries again with the bad manners. He takes her by the shoulders, abruptly, shakes her making them a little sick. But she remains closed in her silence. She doesn’t emit a single sound. He sighs, frustrated, letting her go just as carelessly and almost risks hitting her against the back of the bed. -I can try to help you, if you tell me something.- he feels the anger growing up inside, because, even if they met only a few days ago, he has already realized that with her, only two attitudes are possible: hard and sarcastic or delicate and thoughtful. No viable middle way.

She turns back, moving away from the bed. -I don’t need your help. You're only wasting your time, Federal Agent.- and she can’t help but make fun of him, but despite her arrogant attitude, her eyes remain flushed and her voice hoarse with the cold that has caused her to cry too much. As much as she tries to make him believe it was nothing but worse or fake, Luke is not so naive, in fact. Perhaps he never was, since the innocence of childhood was taken away from him too soon.

-Do you think I'm a stupid?- he asks, on the face printed that usual bad smile. She tries not to meet his gaze. Then he grabs her by the chin, not dosing his strength too much, making her intuit it to keep in her mind what might happen, if only he wanted it. Penelope wastes no time, digging the nails in the hands of the man, to let out blood. Yet he doesn’t give up, nor loosens the grip. -It's a challenge lost at the start, are you aware of it?- she says, almost laughing at his attempts to hurt him. -It's resisting arrest. I could denounce you and get you arrested...- just for the sake of doing it and to exercise power, that thing which, together with sex and money, governs the world. He would never throw her in jail, not a similar crap.

She doesn’t look scared at all. As Luke still take her face in his hands, she elaborates a new strategy. She starts to punch him, but they have the effect of a tickle. In any case, he still gets to let her go, only that freedom lasts too little and in a moment, she finds herself against his chest, held back by his wrists. She is really too close to him: she feels the warmth of the man, his scent (which tastes good); the head starts to turn them as she tries to avoid any visual contact as much as possible. Falling in his eyes when they are so close, it would be the end. He looks at her from top to bottom, clearly enjoying the situation. At most there will be a finger of distance between their lips, calculates roughly.

-What I have to do with you?- the tone is low, hoarse, or sexy. She doesn’t hold back a kind of moan that goes from the depths of her soul or, when she feels something substantial against her leg. He smiles, pleased with the scandal in his eyes . -Say it.- he orders, a glimmer of seriousness in her eyes. It is not just a perverse game, it is not at all having fun. He really wants to know why she's so sad... but in any case... he can’t tell him anything. Luke changes his plan. -If you don’t tell me...- the tone remains threatening but is full of mischievous nuances. The hands begin to wander over the female body: starting from the neck, passing to the shoulders, along the back, up to stop right on the border. Taking her by the hips he forces her to be even more against him.

-You can’t oblige me!- shouts Penelope, trying at the same time to get free. -It is not among the actions authorized by your role.- but the voice already trembles, she falters and seems about to collapse.

He laughs. -Do you know how much I care about the protocol? You don’t understand? It's no longer just a job.- he seems too serious, with a determined expression that really scares her. -I want to know who has reduced you so- he emphasizes the fifth word very much -and slamming him in a fucking small jail.- maybe, if he were in a slightly more cheerful mood, he would. The big hands return to the face, but this time they leave various caresses that pass directly to her heart. -Penelope, please!- now he even seems to beg her. Yet she doesn’t yield. And in the end, he wins. Without saying a word, he leaves her there, where remains a few seconds, dazed, standing in the middle of the room. He goes to put in a corner and starting to consult documents and writing something on a sheet. He brought work from home.

She observes him secretly. The movement of his hands, the muscles concealed not too well from his shirt, the veins that dart when he is nervous or agitated, his forehead wrinkled while he thinks, his feet placed in a crossed position. That it's a handsome man, she doesn’t even need to say it. The problem (one of the problems) is that he is aware of it and uses it in his favor. How much would she want to sink her hands in his hair and pull him close, as they were a moment ago, even if it's wrong, it's not the right time. But she never wanted another man as much as she wants Luke. And she is reciprocated, this he has repeatedly shown it to her. If only she had let herself go for five minutes, she would at least find out how could it be kissed by him. His mouth was there, absolute temptation and it took all her willpower, not to give up. But now she curses herself.

Regret grows more and more, until it almost fades when he returns home.

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He went so close. Needless to lie, not to himself. If she were even minimally showed in a more available way, at this time he would probably not be here, but he would have to call a baby sitter (his sister) because he would be engaged in a third or fourth round. Think of Penelope hurts. Physical, because he can’t have her, despite having seen in her eyes that she also wants it. And it couldn't be reduced to just the physical aspect, but he doesn’t want to investigate too deeply, he's already in the shit like that.

He is ended in the same mess, this time much more intensely. He is not a kid just out of the academy and convinced he is a super hero who has to save the world. Now he is an adult man, a father (or trying to be), this is not the first case with prostitutes as witnesses or victims, since Sheyla was killed, indeed; so why he can’t get her out his head? What has she than the others? It is not even his body type, or supposedly so: blond instead of brunette, shapely instead of slim.

But he would have given much more than his badge, just to kiss her at least once.

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