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monsoonblooms12 · 4 years ago

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The Scarlet Minute (Bryce Lahela x f!OC)

Summary: One has taken the last breaths of life, leaving behind a devastated soul with a broken heart and unfinished dreams💔

A/N: I am sorry I was in an Angsty mood today. I hurt myself bad when I was writing this, so advance apologies for the pain😭

If you enjoyed the story, please like it, leave a comment or reblog. Your feedback keeps me going💕

Pairing: Bryce Lahela X f!OC (Dr. Lydia Archambeau)

Word Count: around 1.1 K

Rating: General

Category: Angst

Triggers: Suicide, Major Character Death

Don't give up on that breath, they say.

This too shall pass, they say.

But when the burden of circumstances falls like a boulder on the little vermin, does it survive?

No, it doesn't.

She thought, hoped, implored, for a ray of hope, for a smile that could carry away the gloom of her distressed heart.

Yet, every morning, she rose to a soaked pillow and a strained heart.

People asked her to let go of the past, to live in the present.

But her antiquity, her present, and her eternity were stricken black with more tears and heartbreak, so she knew.

It's not that she didn't try to smile. She pushed herself to do it.

But the weights of episodes fastened to the edge of her lips didn't let them go up.

Those around her said she was too egocentric to open up to them. They never tried to look at her side of the tale. They did not bother.

But he did. More than he should.

Why did a guy like him try to make an insignificant girl like her, smile?

Why did he hold her hand when she grieved?

Why did he come speeding that day when the floor swayed underneath her, and she collapsed?

Was he too trying to fool her, deceive her?

Her mind urged her not to love someone again. Not after what she saw in her past. Not after the knife of deceit ripped her apart.

But she did fall before she could even realize, for that golden-eyed boy whose vicinity was like the hue of the golden sun at sunrise, who made her heart glow even if for a beat.

Yes, Lydia Archambeau fell for Bryce Lahela.

She loved him.

That kind of love which let her know of his presence before her senses.

That kind of love which was an anchor to her estranged soul in the riotous sea.

And hence she wanted to stop.

Stop and back up to the warmth of his arms, to the softness of his kisses, to the gentleness of his words and to the gold of his heart.

But the black hole of heartbreak, agony engulfed her, and there was no way to come back.

His kisses of one day, the day he held her in her arms, only if he realized that it was her last day.

The day they both tore the strands that pulled them apart and ran into their arms, that day when they finally put words to their emotions, was the only day of happiness their prayers had awarded them.

As she took one step and the other, he dozed soundly in his bed, dreaming of her in his arms, how he would tell her the next day how much he loved her.

If only there was a next day.

With each step, her tears blurred her vision. Her barren foot struck with nails and thorns, but her body couldn't feel the pain.

When the ultimate breath is seized, how does one feel? When the last straw is drawn, how does one feel?

That's how she felt.

One would ask, why did you give him one day of bliss, of empty hope, of an illusion of togetherness?

She knew what she would say.

Before her heart was shredded apart, she did not know what sorrow was. After her heart was ripped apart, she forgot what laughter was.

She lived in a contradiction, in a void of gloominess she had got so used to, that his golden beams of joy, optimism and love, burned her heart, made it painful to look at.

And she let herself burn.

Burn in his sunshine. In his chastity. In his love. And with her burnt her feelings, her emotions, the chains that held her.

She basked in his serenity, and now all that was left were the ashes and her blackness.

A corner of her mind knew she was wrong. It beckoned her to come back to his arms.

But it was too late. Too late.

As the frigid air of Boston's November blew the strands of her locks, as her eyes took in the climactic scene, Her heart beat for the last few times and her body took its last few breaths.

And then she fell.

Like her heart spiralled down the void of pain, her body sank into the ends of her worthless life.

The only word that escaped her dry, thin lips were to him.

Sorry.

The way he ran the next morning to her, like someone had snatched his life from him, and he had to get it back.

What was the use of living on without being able to hide in the shade of her hair, to drown in the fragrance of her presence, to get drunk in the harmony of her laughter?

They held him, stopped him.

How dare they?

Who were they to stop him from holding his life? Who were they to stop him from bringing her back to him? From scolding her not to kill him like that again? From kissing her until her distress had passed away?

He knew his eyes would give up on him. He wouldn't be able to hold the sight of her, drenched in scarlet. He felt that his life would give up on him before he could look at her like that.

He blasphemed himself, shouted, screamed, the tears falling like waterfalls of despair. His heart beat, but he couldn't sense life in him.

He was an inanimate corpse without her love.

Why didn't he stop her that day? Hold her through the twilight and keep her near to him? Hold her hand forever so that she could never go apart from him?

Why?

And as now she lay in the glass case, lifeless, his mind, his heart thought of nothing but her. That last day when they drowned in each other.

Why did he not understand? Why did he not hold her hand and kiss her until she would forget her heartbreak? Until the pain that took away her breath was defeated by the golden of his love?

Why did his life not come to a finish before having to see her like that today?

Why?

And as they place her down in the earth, all he can ask her, all he has to say,

Why did you go away? Was the power of my love not strong enough to hold you? Was the golden of my soul not enough to replace the black of your misery?

And suddenly, his soul was enveloped by the sensation of her presence, the perfume of her soul overwhelming his reasoning as gentle words her spirit spoke,

Your love is a seashell baby, and it will stay, for eternities to come by, crossing all the boundaries of the mortal life.

You and I are bound by a thread so powerful before which death withers.

You and I are meant to be for all times and ages.

We're meant to be.

PS: I am sorry if this makes no sense. My emotions were overwhelming me and I needed a way out. Anyway, thank you for reading and hope you have a great day ahead! Lots of Love💕

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gohyuck · 5 years ago

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pairing: mentioned mark lee x reader, johnny suh x oc

genre: angst (drabble)

word count: 1024

warnings: major character death, mentions of cancer, mentions of fatal accidents, depicts part of a therapy session

“your wife passed away, right?”

mark’s voice is quiet, and his stare is trained on his hands as they remain clasped in his lap. his question is asked in innocence - not meant to probe, or hurt. still, johnny feels a sting, and his heart cracks a tiny bit at the thought of the love of his life.

he pushes his pain out of his mind with an iron fist, reminding himself that he’s the therapist. it’s his professional career that involves being asked and asking such questions, and mark has been a model patient for the three weeks he’s been seeing johnny. the therapist is almost surprised at the timing of the question, actually - considering the reason mark has started coming to him, he would’ve expected it to come up earlier. until today, mark had only offered information on his family history and his work life and friendships. he’d talked about everything under the sun except for you.

johnny leans in.

“yes,” he finally answers, nodding his head slowly. “she - uh, her name was soomin. it was advanced pancreatic cancer.” he isn’t sure why he offers up more information than his patient had asked for. even after all these years, he supposes that he has a compulsion to talk about her. love does not die with the body.

“so it was slow.” mark remarks, finally looking up to look at his doctor. there’s no underlying question in his tone - he’s just stating a fact. mark doesn’t say the ‘i’m sorry’ that most people would. johnny is grateful for it.

“it was. for you, though...” johnny sees mark physically stiffen, but he continues, albeit softer and slower. “how fast did it feel?”

“have you ever gotten hit square in the chest with a soccer ball and gotten all the air knocked out of you?”

johnny nods. he’d played in college.

“like that, but with a boulder instead of a soccer ball. the suddenness was - is - overbearing. since the crash i- i feel like my world has stopped spinning. reality feels like a dream and my dreams feel like reality.” mark’s volume rises slightly, and his therapist notes the way he digs the heels of his palms into his knees. the patient’s shoulders are tight as he closes in on his own body. johnny feels not pity, but understanding greater than anything. he waits, knowing that mark isn’t done.

“do you still have the dreams?” mark eventually asks, words hushed to where johnny has to lean in even closer. when he realizes what has been said, he unintentionally heaves a sigh that mark can hear, causing his patient to hurriedly speak again. “shit, sorry. you don’t have to-”

“she’s shaking me awake, telling me that i’ve overslept,” johnny interrupts, and mark’s head snaps up to make eye contact with his therapist. it’s maintained steadily by dr. suh in return as he continues speaking. “that it’s my turn to make breakfast for the kids and she’ll be damned if she has to do it. she’s smiling in a way that tells me she’s just messing with me, but i get out of bed anyways because it’s her, and she wants me to, and i’ll do anything for her. i kiss her good morning and she scrunches up her nose at my breath while i laugh at her, and then she pulls me out of our bedroom door. and then i wake up, and-”

“- and she isn’t there, but her presence still is.” mark finishes, and johnny can’t do anything but nod. he gets it. of course he gets it. the grief is universal.

“it... it always starts with me rushing back home because i’ve forgotten something. i open the front door of our apartment to find (name) dressed and ready for work, sitting on our couch, pulling on shoes with one hand and holding keys and her phone in the other. she’s finishing up leaving me a voicemail about how much she loves me - something she does daily before she leaves for work - when i walk in, and the smile she gives me is enough to rival the sun. i ask why she’s still here, and she tells me that she never left. it’s only after i hold her and kiss her that i wake up, still being able to feel the weight of her body in-in my hands. she’s right there.”

“...she’s right there.” mark repeats, shaking his head as if in disbelief. the sounds of the ticking clock above the room’s door fill the silence between the two men as both of them collect themselves, trying not to drown in reminiscence.

“it’s been five years,” johnny finally says, the corners of his lips upturning into a sad smile. “loving her doesn’t get any easier, but loving and missing her together does. her presence hasn’t left me - it hasn’t even diminished - but it has changed, and for the better.”

mark looks like he’s about to speak when the clock strikes 7 exactly. before johnny can say anything, mark stands up, gathering all his belongings as he does. his therapist chooses not to push him for any last remarks, instead opting to pull open the door for his patient.

as mark leaves, he turns to johnny, allowing him a small, but genuine smile.

“thanks, dr. suh, for everything today,” he states, knowing that johnny will perceive all the emotion he’s trying to convey. the doctor smiles and nods in understanding, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he reaches out to shake mark’s hand. as he watches his patient walk down the hall and away from his room, johnny can’t help but realize something.

his true love may have been taken from him, but at least he had had her in the first place. he’s sure that mark will reach the same conclusion someday.

as johnny shuts the door to his office and collapses, exhausted, onto his couch, his mind wanders to mark. as he thinks back to how he’d managed when soomin had first passed, he understands something:

mark will be okay in the end.

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twin-brother-at-the-wall · 5 years ago

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Creator, Headcanons, Story & Rules

Creator:

the-blackholeus

Rules:

- You can send as many asks as you want, but don’t spam the same questions.

- Don’t be rude

- Please be patient

- Don’t insult anybody, everyone is welcomed here.

Story:

Kenzo is the twin brother of the infamous Right Hand Man.

They both grew up in an orphanage where they were abused and hit at every little mistake they made. As teenagers, they had enough and decided to run away, forming a plan.

But somehow, the orphanage found out about it, and tried to prevent it. Right Hand Man was able to escape, but he had abandoned his brother, how had dripped and fallen, unable to escape the caretakers. He cried and yelled out for him to come back, but he never did, and Kenzo lost his voice.

After bringing him back to the orphanage, he was sent to the mines to die, but against all odds, Kenzo survives every sickness and the horrible treatment of the caretakers and their leaders, and began to grow at size and strength. At a very young age, Kenzo was already the tallest and the strongest in the entire mines, and had taken it upon himself to protect the other children, taking their punishments and helping them wherever he could.

But that protection resulted in the death of a caretaker, which made the others and the leader furious. He was taken away, punished horribly, and completely driven from his sanity, becoming the perfect weapon and tool. But he regained his sanity, and began to protect the children again, now working against the caretakers.

After years of torture, abuse, starvation and emotional torment, the orphanage had gotten problems, and had to get rid of the evidence, which meant blowing the mines up, killing the children down there. Only three of them survived, and one of them was Kenzo, who became the only survivor as the other ones died of the horrible injuries they had to suffer from the explosion.

One entire year, he spent his days alone down there in the mines between boulders and corpses before he was found by a bunch of soldiers. After he was contained, he was brought into a hospital where he was locked away to heal.

After a few days, two certain men named Dmitri Johannes Petrov and Grigori Olyat heard of this man, and soon came to get him, wanting him to work as some kind of special guard. After realizing that he had nowhere else to go than the closed asylum, he accepted. Since then, he lived at “The Wall”.

It, however, has taken very long for him to even let himself be seen, and reacted very violently to everyone, but eventually, he began to warm up to Dmitri and Grigori.

Headcanons:

Kenzo:

- Kenzo likes to be alone, but he is found around Grigori and/or Dmitri sometimes.

- Kenzo is obviously blind on his right eye, but his left one has an excellent vision, and nothing gets past him.

- His age, nationality and surname are unknown, but they do know his first name. How? I don’t know.

- He’s the tallest. He and his brother are incredibly tall and muscular, but he would often stand in a hunched position to make himself smaller when he's scared.

- He’s often found hiding in the dark area of “The Wall”. If you see a shadow-like person standing in the dimly lit halls staring at you, that’s him.

- His special stare creeps many people out, even Dmitri and Grigori. No matter how many times they see it, it sends shivers down their spines every time. It’s especially creepy when he’s standing in the darkness.

- He only does it when he feels threatened or when he’s aggressive, though.

- He’s very muscular, but also very skinny. If he takes his shirt off, you can count his rips with ease.

- He doesn’t eat often, and when he does, it’s only a small amount of food. His stomach is messed up after years of starving.

- Kenzo has earned himself the name “Creepy Redhead” or “Quiet Redhead”. He doesn’t mind. Anything is better than the names the caretakers at the orphanage called him.

- Kenzo actually has breathing problems. It’s a consequence of the explosion damaging his lungs. He hasn’t told anyone about it yet and the doctors didn’t see it because he awoke before they could treat him fully. Dmitri and Grigori know something is wrong though.

- He also is heavily Claustrophobic. Try to lock him up and you will regret it. It’s questionable how he manages to hide in the vents though…

- He has many social disorders that he will probably never get healed from.

- He’s incredibly aggressive towards new people. It’s likely for them to get killed when they try to escape or interact with him in any way.

- His hair is long, like…really long. It reaches down to his knees. He doesn’t see the necessity to cut it.

- He doesn’t have a home on his own. He lives at “The Wall” because he feels most comfortable there. Dmitri tried to take him home once, but that didn’t go very well.

- He is a very light sleeper. The smallest noise will wake him up.

- He is a master in climbing, hiding, and sneaking. He had to do those things in the mine or in the orphanage and he had enough time to practice them. Dmitri often finds him in places where he is not supposed to be.

- He actually loves music and does have a great talent to sing, but he has lost the will to put it to use, and so he prefers to just listen.

- He likes to draw. It’s some sort of therapy to him to deal with everything that happened in his life and not to go completely insane. They are really detailed and beautiful, but he doesn’t like showing them. Only Grigori, Dmitri, and the head of the medical staff, Dr. Virginia(OC) are allowed to see them. It’s a way of communicating without forcing him to talk.

- He doesn’t know about his brother being a part of the Toppat Clan yet.

- He does have the same accent as his brother.

Grigori Olyat:

- Grigori’s a very talented fighter and is able to kick ass with ease. Mess with him and you’re either dead or in the hospital.

- He’s very proud to be “The Wall”’s second in command, even though he doesn’t show it, and does everything so it would stay that way.

- He is actually a very calm person, and no one can anger him very easily

- He has quite a sweet tooth. He loves cake and any kind of sweets, but he keeps those urges under control because he has to stay in shape to work at “The Wall” (He does eat cake or some other dessert in his lunch break, though. XD)

- He’s very skilled with a gun, and only rarely misses his target. You shouldn’t try and provoke him too much or you may have a bullet wound.

- He wasn’t born in Canada, he lived in Russia when he was a child, but he moved there when he got a job at “The Wall”.

- Grigori is fifty-one years old and has been working at “The Wall” for thirty, soon thirty-one years, so he got there when he was quite young. Not much was expected from him, but he proved them all wrong by becoming the warden’s right hand man in five years.

- He actually has curly hair, but he brushes it back.

- He actually has a tragic past. He was beaten by his parents once in a while, so he knows a part of the pain Kenzo goes through, a reason why he felt so sorry when he first saw this bundle of misery.

- Next to Dmitri, he’s the first person Kenzo ever spoke to after he was abandoned. He was so shocked that he didn't even respond.

- He has something hidden under his shirt that he treassures greatly.

Dmitri Johannes Petrov:

- Dmitri’s a very serious man and doesn’t take pranks well, but he doesn’t mind a joke if it comes from Grigori or Kenzo once in a while. Sometimes, he’ll even chuckle.

- He’s quite tall, not as tall as Kenzo, but taller than Grigori.

- He works a lot, and I mean a lot. He has made himself an office at home where he could do the leftover paperwork. He doesn’t like it when his work is unfinished, like at all. Sometimes, he even stays up the whole night. His temper is more than awful the next day.

- He might be one of the oldest people in “The Wall”, but don’t underestimate him. He can easily kick your ass and bend himself in ways many young people can’t. He might be old, but he’s in perfect shape.

- Dmitri is a full-blooded Russian, but he moved to Canada when he was a little child. He never stopped speaking Russian though and didn’t even bother to get rid of his accent. He thinks it’s a part of him.

- His family was very cold, affection was unknown for him for a very long time, so he might not be the best to come to when someone needs comfort. He does try his best though when someone does.

- He smokes sometimes to calm his nerves.

- He isn’t that much of a drinker, but he doesn’t decline one after a busy day. He also has a very high tolerance for alcohol, which means it takes a while for him to get drunk.

- He has been the warden of “The Wall” for fifty years and has ruled the complex with an iron discipline since the day he has taken over. After the outbreak, the hot-headed old man did even more to secure “The Wall”. Say hello to an electric fence.

- He’s a hothead and gets furious very easily. Don’t take it too far, he is very skilled with weapons.

- He carries a dagger around all the time. It’s hidden under his shirt, and he has easy access to it. It’s very well taken care of.

- He’s one of the first people Kenzo ever talked to and honestly prides himself for getting the trust of such a broken soul.

- Just like Grigori, he has something hidden under his shirt that he treassures greatly.

(That’s all I’ve got for now. More might be added over time)

#dmitri johannes petrov #dmitri petrov #henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin series #grigori olyat #oc #kenzo #Twin Brother At The Wall AU #Headcannons #rules

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shadow-assassin-blix · 5 years ago

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It’s a Grey Area

Chapter 2:

A/N: ‘Italics’ are thoughts. Warnings? Swear word or two?? Skywalker bashing. OC’s not a fan. Its a bit sad? Talk of parents dying, if thats a warning??

Gif is from @gif-hunts-for-you bless you for your Jessica Lowndes gif sets

It took another 3 hours to finish sorting and doing the inventory, after which Blix sent Amber and Bre on home. There were not many patients in the Med Bay currently, so the night rounds would be quick. Blix was finishing up some paperwork, when she heard someone sigh quietly, near the door. She looked up to see who came in.

“Ben? Come in. What’s-“ Blix began to ask, before noticing the blood dripping from his arm. “Come here. Let me see.” She held out her hands.

He stepped forward and mumbled, “It’s not a big deal, it’s just annoying.”

“Uh huh. Let me be the judge of that,” She stated as she gently rolled up his sleeve. There was a large scrape running along his forearm, that was slowly bleeding and covered in dirt.

“How did this happen?” She asked as she examined it to see how deep it went.

“Luke. Training. He threw me into some trees,” He murmured.

She sighed deeply and began to disinfect it with some pads, before spraying it with Bacta. As she worked, she felt a prod in her mind. Like something was trying to break through her mental barriers.

“Ben, you are lurking without a permit. Get out of my head,” She lightly admonished not looking up at him.

“My apologies. Force of habit,” He replied.

“Mh. One that you need to get rid of. You want to get to know someone, try talking to them. Ask questions. That sort of thing. No one likes their minds being probed, and if you ever did that to Commander Dameron again, no one would stop him from beating your face in,” She remarked as she finally turned to look at him.

“Noted. There’s a lot of mystery surrounding you doctor. No one seems to know your background, nor do you seem to interact with anyone beyond your work. Why is that?” He questioned starring at her intensely, curiosity shining.

“I am not here to make friends. I am here to heal. That’s it. May I give you some advice though, in relation to this?” she gestured to his nearly healed arm. “Just because Luke is your uncle, and sort of your teacher, doesn’t mean you have to constantly take his beatings. I’ve seen your powers. You are strong. Don’t let him get away with this shit, just because you feel like you need to be punished for crimes that you have made amends for with your mother. Forgive yourself and take a damn stand. I didn’t take you for a coward nor do I see a child. An ass, maybe, but not a quitter.”

His face showed no emotion, though his eyes showed some surprise. His only response was to simply pull his arm from her grasp before walking out without another word.

Blix sighed as she cleaned up the mess and then made her way back to her room, her shift over for now. Her room was simplistic, a bed in the center of the room, a small kitchen to the right, refresher, and closet to the left. She had a small desk to work at; books, journals, and scrolls lying everywhere.

She quietly showered and changed into some sweats and a shirt. She thought about making herself something to eat but didn’t have the energy to do so. She laid in bed, starring at the ceiling, wondering to herself, ‘Why did I agree to come here? What exactly is my purpose?’

She thought she knew when she went to med school. Help people, no matter who they are or where they come from and heal them. Now, that purpose, while still important, was fading slowly; an emptiness began to fill her chest and mind. A hole that she pondered over late into the hours, which usually only led to her sleeping for a spell.

She’s not quite sure when she fell asleep, she just knows when she woke up it was about 6am and someone was knocking on her door. She stands up, exhausted to the core, but growing annoyed with constant knocking.

“I’m coming!” She yelled as she walked/wobbled over to the door.

She flings it open to see an officer standing there. “Yes? What is it?”

“The General requests to see you in the Command Center, Dr. Blix,” He informed. “I am to escort you once you are dressed.”

“Joy. Give me like 5 minutes,” Blix replied sarcastically. She closed the door and turned around to go get some get some clothes on. She pulled on some black cargo pants, and a green shirt followed by a long grey cardigan. She threw on some socks and her boots and grabbed her keycard on her way out.

She reopened the door and stepped out with a sigh. The officer then proceeded to lead her to the command center, never once saying another word to her.

As she stepped up to the center, she saw General Organa, Luke stood off to the side with Rey & Ben, and Poe nearby with Finn & Chewy. She heard a small beep and felt a bump to her leg. She looked down to see a familiar orange and white droid who began to beep happily at her attention.

“Hello Beebee. I’m good, how are you?” She quietly asked him, as she gave his head a pat, a small smile on her face. He began to beep his response when a voice cleared their throat loudly stopping it. Her smile froze and quickly disappeared as she straightened up and gave her attention to Leia.

“I am sorry to have awaken you so early doctor, but it has come to my attention that you have never been on a field mission before. Which I found strange when I first heard of it and had to confirm it myself. That changes today,” Leia informed her.

“Come to your attention, you say?” She repeated as she turned her head slowly to Poe, anger and betrayal laced her features, as she glared at him. He had the decency to flinch and look away, as he shuffled behind Finn to avoid her gaze.

“Listen. General. I am a doctor. Not a soldier, a fighter, or a pilot. I am a doctor; I belong in the med bay not out galivanting across the universe. So, you can take whatever mission you are about to shove into my arms, elsewhere. I am not doing it,” She declared and turned away, intending to leave.

“Blix,” Came Admiral Holdo’s voice.

She growled and turned around swiftly, and angrily answered, “Yes Amilyn? What? Let me guess. You once again want to bring up how ‘my parents wouldn’t have approved of my behaviors.’ How if they were alive, they ‘would have been disappointed with how I am reacting’ and that I ‘need to respect my superiors, especially one as admired as her?’ Right?”

Before Holdo could even answer, Blix continued, “Newsflash. They are dead. My father died long before I was even born, on a planet that was blown to smithereens by the Deathstar. My mother died long before I even turned 10.”

Many in the room shifted uncomfortably at this information and Leia stepped forward cautiously, and interjected, “I understand that you have lost a lot in this war, but so have others. I empathize with your pain, I sincerely do. Everyone else understands that the only way to find peace is to fight for it. They fight because they have hope in a better future. They-“

“Save the speech. I am sure it’s quite inspiring to everyone else, but I was raised to be a politician just like you Princess,” Blix interrupted, emphasizing Leia’s previous title through gritted teeth. “I know when I am being fed a line. ‘Rebellions were built on hope?’ You mean rebellions were built on the blood spilt and the dead bodies of the hundreds of thousands of people that died because of YOUR family.”

There were many gasps heard but Blix no longer cared.

“You tell me you understand but, how could you? When your family is the reason why I, hell, why half the galaxy doesn’t exist anymore! Your father reigned terror and death for decades, and you expect me to just, what? Forgive and forget what he took from me? Or forget that it was your idiot brother who tried to attack and kill your son. The son that then turned to the dark side and helped the First Order come to fruition. You and your family are a plague,” She snarled, before turning and exiting the room.

She stormed out of the base and could feel herself lose control. Her mind was raced, adrenaline surged through her as rage continue to bubble in her chest. She took a shaky breath trying to regain control over herself. Her hands shook as a tingling sensation worked through her fingers. Her teeth gritted, and gnawed on her lip as she tried to desperately calm down

She made her way out to the surrounding forest, and eventually found the familiar winding path that she had created in her time here. She followed it for several minutes before it opened out to a small field of flowers. She began to pace frantically up and down, but the rage refused to die down. Taking deeps breaths didn’t work. She couldn’t concentrate long enough to count.

There was only one thing she could do. She turned to a large boulder and raised her hand out to it. She felt a surge of energy as the Force surrounded her and as she clenched her hand closed, the boulder exploded into many pieces.

The energy released left her slightly drained. She was breathing heavy as she stood there. She collapsed to her knees; head bowed, exhausted. Her vision swam a bit and she could feel tears build up.

“Now, what exactly did that boulder do to you?” a warm voice asked.

Blix jerked her head into the direction of the voice, “Grandfather?”

A pale, ghostly blue figure, a Force Ghost, stood there in her small sanctuary. He moved to sit before her and gave her a soft smile.

“What are you doing here? Not that I’m not happy to see you, but you don’t often appear before me,” she quietly inquired.

“Your rage could be felt even amongst the dead. My dear heart, why are you doing this to yourself?” He gently questioned.

“Not quite sure I know what you mean,” Blix replied, not making eye contact with him.

“Don’t play coy. You know what I mean. You have been holding a part of yourself back for years. You have built this wall to hide who you really are. Your soul is tearing itself apart as you deny your destiny,” He chastised.

“Destiny? What destiny? My destiny to wind up dead for being within the same star system as a Skywalker?” Blix scoffed, her eyes rolling.

With a small sigh, he reached out and flicked her on the nose. She blinked rapidly and slowly reached up to cover her nose as it lightly throbbed with pain. ‘Ow.’

“Enough of that. You were destined to be a Jedi. Your powers cannot be held back anymore. There will come a time when you will have to use them, and those walls will come crashing down. Stop fighting who you are meant to be. Your soul and mind are at war with one another. That void you keep feeling? The restless nights? That is your power trying to break free. It is only going to get worse unless you start accepting it.” He urged her, trying to get her to see reason.

“I just..” She struggled to articulate her feelings. There was so much she wanted to say to the man she only knew from his journals and had only seen in her dreams. Tears formed again and fell down her cheeks. She hastily wiped them away not wanting him to see.

“I know. Time was cruelly stolen from us. There are many things I wish I could have taught you personally, but you have done so well on your own. You were destined for greatness. Are you going to continue to fade away in obscurity or are you going to be the Jedi you were meant to be?” He questioned, pressing a kiss to her forehead before fading away.

Blix sighed heavily. She sat there for an hour maybe two, mulling things over in mind, before she got up. The rage had died down and the world slowly came back into focus, and the sounds of the forest grounded her. All that could be heard was the wind rustling leaves, birds chirping. Off in the distance, she could hear the flight deck come to life as pilots fired up their ships for takeoff or engineers began their work.

She made her way back out of the forest, and over to the flight decks. She could see Poe and Chewie were getting the Falcon ready. She took a deep breath, and as much as she didn’t want to, she swallowed her pride and move toward them.

She stood before them, cleared her throat, and inquired, “Ahem. So. What’s this mission about?”

Poe, upon hearing her voice, stopped in his tracks, and looked at her stunned. After a moment, a smile broke out on his face. “Get on board, and I’ll tell ya on the way, gorgeous.”

She smiled back softly and greeted Chewie as she walked up the ramp, the two of them following behind a moment later. Chewie walked into the cockpit to get the ship fired up, as Poe stood next to her. She bit her lip as she tried to figure out what to say to him. Should she explain? Should she apologize?

Poe stopped her train of thoughts when he reached out and grabbed hold of her hand. She tried to focus on what he was telling her and not on how warm his hand felt, or the small callouses that gently soothed over her own hand. ‘Such different lives we’ve lived.’ She thought.

“We are going to meet up with a possible informant who may have intel on the First Orders next plan of action,” he quickly informed. “You and I are going to pretend to be a couple while there so as not to raise suspicion. Simple mission. Very easy. I promise nothing will happen.”

She nodded her head, and as she stared at him, she knew he wanted to remark on what happened earlier. He sighed and looked down for a second and rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand. He eventually looked up and gazed into her eyes.

“Listen, I’m not going to ask you about the stuff you said this morning, unless you feel comfortable about it. I do want to say. I am sorry for going behind your back and requesting you for this mission, without talking to you first. That was a dick move, and I hope you can forgive me,” He apologized.

She bit her lip for a moment, and with a nod replied, “Apology is noted. Acceptance is pending.”

He pouted for a second, before it switched to a smirk and he stepped closer to say something else, but Chewie roared that the Falcon was ready to go and that they needed to leave soon.

“To be continued?” she offered with a small smile.

His smile was the only answer she needed, and they headed toward the cockpit. Poe sat in the co-pilot seat, she in the seat behind him, and seconds later they were off.

It took about an hour to get to Cantonica, headed toward a town a few miles outside of Canto Bight. As soon as we landed, Poe stood up and said, “Come with me.”

She followed him over to one of the sitting areas. Blix took off her cardigan and threw it on the table to cool down a bit, as he opened a draw and withdrew a spare blaster. He turned to her and held it out for her to take.

“Um. What’s this for?” Blix hesitantly asked, stepping back a bit.

“For you. For your own protection,” He answered still holding it out to her.

“I.. I’ve never used a blaster before Poe. I..I’m not sure this is a good idea,” She admitted, shaking her head and rubbing her arm anxiously.

Poe smiled softly, “It is only for emergencies. In case we get separated. I just want to be sure that you are armed in the off chance that we run into trouble. Just point and shoot. I don’t suspect trouble, but I would rather be assured that you are safe and armed.”

He turned back to the drawer and pulled out a belt with a holster attached to it. He placed the blaster into the holster before he turned back around to her. “May I?” he politely asked gesturing to her.

Blix shifted for a moment, still not quite sure of this but she knew that there was a possibility that it could go wrong. She nodded and held her breath as Poe stepped forward, leaning over her slightly as he wrapped the belt around her. He quickly secured it to her asking, “Is this too tight?”

“No, its fine,” She responded. “Tell me, does it clash with my outfit?”

He huffed out a laugh at her question and stepped back to fully examine her. “Looks perfect on you. Shall we get going?” He asked as he grabbed his own blaster.

As they stepped onto the ramp leading out, the heat of the planet hitting them immediately, Poe stopped and turned to her slightly.

“Also. Out here, you follow my lead. This isn’t the med bay, and I am your commanding officer. Got it?” He firmly demanded.

The sudden shift in personality caused Blix to blink in surprise, because suddenly he wasn’t Poe Dameron, flirty flyboy. He had switched to Commander Dameron, respected officer of the Rebellion. She felt the need to tease him a bit, “Got it… Commander.”

They moved forward and began to make their way to the meet, a shady cantina. Blix slowly moved closer to Poe and muttered, “Put your arm around me, we’re meant to be a couple, yeah?”

He casually wrapped his arm her shoulders and she tucked herself into his side, arm wrapped around him, her thumb hooked into one of his belt loops, to rest.

After a few minutes they arrived at the cantina and were making their way to an empty table. As they took a seat side by side, Poe informed her that they were looking for human, who goes by the name Crixus. They had arrived early, and ordered drinks to not raise suspicion, sipping at them lightly.

A moment of silence had passed when Poe commented without looking at her, “So an orphan eh? Didn’t really see that one coming.”

She chuckled, somewhat bitterly. “Yeah. My mother was an ambassador who made a lot of enemies really quickly. She uh.. was killed by a bounty hunter. I wasn’t there, I was…elsewhere. I was about to turn eight. My mother never really spoke much about my father, all I know is he died on Scarif. I haven’t had the stomach to look her stuff and find out more,” She explained, finding a spot on the table, suddenly fascinating.

“Scarif? Like. Rogue One? He was a part of that? Wow!” He said amazed before adding, solemnly “I lost my mother when I was eight. Dad’s still around but I haven’t really seen him much since I joined the cause. I keep her close to my heart though.” He tugged at the chain of the necklace he wore.

“That ring is your mother’s? I always wondered but I never felt right asking about it,” She admitted, looking at him, as she bit her lip.

“Yeah. I plan to one day give it to the girl I want to marry,” Poe revealed. “I have a fairly good idea who I want to marry eventually. I just can’t seem to figure out if she feels the same way about me.”

She looked away, not really wanting to hear him describe who it is he clearly had feelings for and went with a simple, “Oh?”

“Yeah. She’s stubborn, and beautiful. Keeps refusing my dates and cites regulation at me. Though last time she didn’t do that, and it gave me hope that she is interested.” He continued offhandedly.

A smile slowly appears on her face, alongside a blush that she tried to hide. He gently cupped her face and turned her to look him in the eyes. “I’m going to guess by that pretty smile and lovely blush I see that that’s a yes?”

Before she could answer, someone loudly sat down across from them. They pulled away from each other and looked to see a human male, with dirty blonde hair, and multiple scars running along his face sitting there.

“Crixus?” Poe asked to confirm his identity.

He nodded and as they began to speak, Blix couldn’t help but to feel a nagging sensation inside her head. Something was off, something was wrong. As she examined the man before them, she slowly heard it. It was faint, and she had to focus to fully hear it. It was a beeping noise. A rapid beeping. Like that of a-

“Poe,” She interrupted. “Stop talking to him. Who sent you?”

“I don’t know what yer talkin ‘bout lady. No one sent me,” Crixus denied.

“Oh really?” She pondered mockingly, before she made her move.

She reached over, grabbed his head with both of her hands and slammed it down onto the table, hard. He was knocked unconscious, and she pushed at Poe to get out of the seat, urgently.

“Wh-what the hell was that? He was about to give us valuable information!” He protested as they both stood up and she leaned over Crixus.

She reached around into Crixus’ pockets and after a moment, she found it. A fob.

“He’s a bounty hunter, and we’re the bounty. We have to go now!” She exclaimed, as she dropped the fob on the ground and stomped on it to break it.

Poe grabbed her hand, and they made their way out of the cantina. They went a different route back to the Falcon. It led them down a path to an open market area, that quickly filled with stormtroopers, who recognized them immediately, and began to fire upon them.

Poe shoved into her an alleyway and he took to the opposite side, occasionally taking shots at the troopers.

“’A simple mission’ you said. ‘An easy mission’ you said. ‘Shouldn’t run into any trouble,’” She yelled over at him.

“I know! I’ll make it up to you!” He promised as he took a few more shots.

They were quickly being outnumbered. Poe was a good shot, but more and more were appearing. Her thoughts ran rampant, as she tried to figure out how to get them out of this. A plan that would get them to safety. A gust of wind blew, carrying a whisper, “You know what to do.”

‘Really hitting this on the nose, eh gramps?’

She straightened up, closed her eyes trying to focus and muttered to herself once, “I am one with the Force, the Force is with me.”

When she reopened them, she could feel the Force surrounding her, the energy crackling. She stepped out and walked toward the open market; ignoring Poe’s attempts to gain her attention.

As she stepped out, multiple troopers fired their blasters at the same time. She raised her hands, in front of her face, stopping them midair. They hovered for a mere moment before she threw her arms forward, sending the shots backwards into the troopers. As they fell, she threw her right hand out to her left, and then to her right, knocking those troopers back into walls and various objects.

The coast was clear, for now. She leaned forward, her hands on her knees, exhausted. Her energy drained, and she felt a bit lightheaded. Poe, at some point, walked up next to her and stared at her in awe.

She stood up, ignoring how tired she felt, and said, “C’mon. The Falcon isn’t far, and I don’t want to wait for more to appear, or for these guys to wake up.”

She began to walk away but she only got a few feet before she realized Poe wasn’t following. He was still standing there, gaping.

“You’re… you’re a Jedi?” He wondered.

“I don’t know what you are talking about. Let’s go,” she said turning back around, striding away.

Poe ran to catch up to her, and inquired, “You’re really just going to ignore my question? Blix? C’mon, you gotta explain that to me?”

They were finally getting near the launchpad that held the falcon, but stormtroopers were marching their way. They stopped short, and Blix uttered a small, “Fuck.”

He looked at her, then pushed her to a nearby wall. “Kiss me.”

“What?” She spluttered.

“Public displays of affection make people uncomfortable. So. Kiss. Me.” Poe demanded through gritted teeth, as the troopers got closer to them.

She quickly leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. Blix wrapped her arms around his neck, as his found her waist, before pulling her closer. She couldn’t deny the butterflies that had built in her stomach and were fluttering chaotically. He made her feel warm and safe within his embrace.

The stormtroopers passed but they failed to notice it, far too wrapped up into each other for the moment. It wasn’t until they pulled apart, gasping for breath, that they realized they were free to move on.

She pulled away from him so they could finally begin their hasty walk to the Falcon. As they rushed back on, Poe yelled for Chewie to get on the gunners, as the ramp closed.

Poe has her follow him into cockpit and shoved her over to the co-pilot seat. He pointed out which switches and buttons to hit to fire the ship up as they heard the familiar roar of TIE-Fighters entering the atmosphere. They took off but the path had a squadron of TIEs coming straight for them.

Poe dodged them left and right, trying to help Chewie line up shots to take them out. Several went down quickly but there was still a couple on their tail. They were flying out over canyons, and Blix vaguely recognized the area, and a terrible idea came to mind.

“Poe. I have an idea but it’s a little crazy,” she hesitantly informed.

“I have been told my middle name is crazy, so let’s hear it doll. Preferably before we are shot out of the sky,” He grunted as they were hit.

“See that crevice there? Dive into it.” She commanded pointing to a crevice that was coming up to them on their left.

He followed her directions, straight into a crevice that was only just barely wide enough for the falcon to fit through. They heard a couple of crashing noises from above, but they still had one TIE on them.

The narrow canyon, had them dodging rock formations left and right, and he yelled at her, “My trust in you is waning a bit, what the hell does this open up to?” As the falcon scraped several times along the wall.

“You’ll see. Go for that large opening,” She replied with a wince, pointing slightly to their right.

He does and as they breakthrough they enter an underground city of sorts, full of bright lights and towers everywhere. There was only one path, that she confirmed he needed to follow. The path was somewhat narrow but allowed enough space to dodge hits.

“Blix. Please do not tell me we need to go down that,” He asked worried, as he looked ahead.

“That” was a dark tunnel, that was named the Tunnel of Death (and labeled on the wall in bright lights), that they were swiftly coming upon.

“Yep. Just.. listen to me when I tell you to start pulling up, because it’s a straight drop, that suddenly curves,” Blix advised with a grimace. “Chewie! Buckle up, this is going to be rough!” She yelled toward the back, as she too buckled in, Poe following.

As they dropped down into the hole, they are plunged into absolute darkness. Blix was quietly counting to herself how long it had been since they began their descent. ‘1, 2,3, 4, 5,6.’

“Poe. Start Pulling up,” She told him as her mental countdown got to 7 seconds

He does so, and as they continued to straighten back out; they hear a final crash as the TIE flew directly into the ground. They soon saw cracks of light as they made their way to the exit, and finally flew back out into the open air. They flew until they had left Cantonica’s atmosphere, before jumping into hyperspace.

Once we were safe in hyperspace, Poe turned to her questions written on his face.

She smiled sheepishly, as she rubbed the back of her neck. “So. Did I ever tell you I was a bit of a wild child?”

He threw his head back and laughed, which caused her to laugh as well. As he sobered up, he replied, “No. Failed to mention that tidbit. What was that and how the hell do you know about it?”

“It’s an old pod racetrack. The entrance is back in the middle of Canto Bight, but I heard that there were secret entrances in the canyons. So, I was kinda going off my memory, hence why I said it was little crazy.” Blix confessed with a smile. “My mother used to tell me that while I looked like her, I had my father’s personality. His tendency to be super serious with a side of devil-may-care. I fell in love with podracing when I was like 4? And my best friend’s father was a mechanic, so we built a podracer. My first race I came in second place.”

Poe shook his head in amazement. “You are a mystery wrapped in an enigma,” He began and with sudden realization continued, “That’s. That’s where you were, when your mom died, isnt it? The “elsewhere?””

She nodded her head, with a sad sigh. “She uh.. wasn’t thrilled by new hobby, but she supported it. Said if I’m going to lose, do so spectacularly, and win as often as possible. I was in Kergans, it was a huge race. 19 other competitors, a huge purse as the prize. I was one of the last 5 pods to survive in total, the regular champ was an asshole who liked to cheat and play dirty. He got his comeuppance, when I knock him into a wall, and he lost an engine. My victory lap when I crossed the finish in first was cut short when I was informed that she had been killed on her way to watch me. Never raced again after that,” Blix divulged, leaning back into her chair, staring at the ceiling.

“Then Holdo’s family took you in?” Poe connected.

“Yep. Amilyn was alright living with. Her mother…not so much,” Blix trailed off.

“What? What was she like? Though, knowing the admiral I assume she was not great,” He admitted with a frown.

Blix sighed heavily, “Maureen. She uh. Didn’t care for frivolity. She made sure that I became a ‘proper young lady.’ She practically beat into my head that love was a fairytale and happy endings were not real. Marriages were meant to move power around and change alliances. Dating was not in the cards. Only courting with potential suitors.”

She rolled her eyes heavily at the memories of Maureen scolding her.

“Which.. is why I have been difficult every time you ask me out. I just.. I was conditioned to not accept potential romantic dalliances. I. She. Its difficult for me to get over that. I am trying to move past it, just.. be patient with me please?” she quietly pleaded struggling to explain, as she looked over at him.

He smiled softly. “I’ll wait however long you need me to,” he promised.

“I am sorry if I often seem cold or detached as well. I’m not trying to act bitchy or hoity toity. I just grew up with a hard woman who believed in all things rational and refused to acknowledge anything that suggested emotion,” She apologized her shoulders dropping.

His reply was immediate, “Apology is noted. Acceptance pending.”

She shook her head with chuckle, as he referred to their earlier conversation.

“So… that’s explained. You going to tell me about the Jedi thing?” He queried an eyebrow raised.

“I still have no idea what you are talking about,“ Blix replied standing up. ‘That is not a conversation I want to have with anyone honestly.’

He sighed annoyed at her dismissal of his question again and goes for instead “Okay. Then how about the kiss?”

“What about it?” Blix asked as she got to the doorway of the cockpit.

“What did you think about it?” Poe clarified turning his chair to follow her movements.

She thought about it for a moment, jokingly humming in contemplation, before she responded, “It was good.”

“Good? Just good? What do you mean by that!?” He spluttered not expecting that response.

“Yeah. Good. I’m sure the next one will be better,” She hinted with a smile as she skipped out.

Chewie made his way inside, and Poe hears her apologize for the bumpy ride she led them on. He responded in kind, gently roaring that it was okay.

As Chewie took his seat in the copilot, Poe stared out into the hallway for a moment longer, still processing what just happened.

“Next time?” he whispered. He nods his head several times before he turned back around to face the front. “I’m going to marry that woman. I’m going to marry her, she will tell me all her secrets, and I will die a happy man. It’s going to happen. Yeah.” He muttered to himself as he focused on the controls.

As they dropped out of hyperspace, they informed base that they were about to land. The moment the Falcon was on the ground, Blix made her way off. Poe followed after her, sensing she was going to try and make a quick getaway.

“Hey- wait a minute!” He called out grabbing her arm, stopping her. “Seriously though. You can use the Force? Why are you trying to hide this?”

“Poe. Stop. We are not talking about this,” Blix scolded glancing around, hoping no one heard him.

She pulled her arm away and walked away from him. Poe was determined though- he was going to get her to talk to him. He chased after once more and grabbed her hand again.

“I just- I don’t understand! You have this power and you’re not using it!?” He beseeched looking her in the eyes, searching for an answer.

Blix huffed and held her hand to up to his face and gently waved it, as she commanded softly, “You did not see anything.”

He stared blankly at her and repeated, “I did not se- Wait!” He blinked and shook his head violently. “Did you just… try to Jedi mind wipe???” He asked confused but excited.

Blix groaned loudly and clenched her fist at her failed attempt to use the Mind Trick, swearing softly as she turned and tried to once again walk away.

He ran after her and as he reached out to grab her arm once more, she turned to him suddenly and angrily growled out, “Poe. If you grab at me one more time, I will hurt you.”

“Oh? You going to use the Force and push me away?” He teased and held his arms out, waiting.

“No. I’ll just do this,” She stated seconds before she threw a punch out, hitting him in the stomach.

He leaned over and grabbed at his stomach as the pain (and shock) swept through him. She then dropped down and swung her leg out to sweep his legs out from under him. As he landed on the ground, she stood back up, dusted herself off, and headed to her room. She locked herself into her room and stayed there for the rest of the day, collapsed onto her bed, and passing out as the day’s event hit her.

As Poe laid on the ground, gasping for air, and trying to blink away the pain, Finn slowly moved over to him. Finn squatted down and asked, “Do I want to know what that was about?”

Poe propped himself up onto his elbows and looked at Poe with a dazed smile, and commented, “Finn. I’ve met my future wife.”

“Your future wife just knocked you on your ass. How do you feel about that?” Finn teased as he held his hand out for Poe to take to help him back up.

“Strangely alright,” Poe replied with a smirk, as he took Finn’s hand and got up with his help.

Rey stepped forward as well, confusion written on her face. “I’ll tell ya later. In private. I have to go to the mission brief. We’ll meet up at my place for dinner, it’s a doozy. Hell, I’m still wrappin my head around it,” Poe requested as he looked at them both.

His thoughts were scrambled, ‘Orphan. Podracer. Jedi. Podracer. Jedi. She likes me back but isn’t used to affection. Jedi. The kiss. Jedi.’ As he gave the mention brief, he left out her powers and the kiss, and told Leia that she did well under pressure, and if weren’t for her recognizing the sound of the fob, they would probably be dead. Though that did beg the question.

“Why was a bounty hunter sent after us? Very few people knew about this mission, and it was only planned a day ago. So why were they after us?” Poe inquired lowly to Leia, so no one else could hear.

“Those are very good questions Commander. Questions that need to be answered. Fast. Figure it out Commander,” Leia ordered quietly.

Poe nodded his head in affirmation and began to review who all knew about this mission, retracing his steps since this mission came to them. It was going to be a long night for the Commander.

#poe dameron x oc #chapter 2 #this wound up being #6.4k #how???#I...#this was not the plan #but here we are #star wars #poe dameron #original character #fix it au

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Black Eyes & Bloodlust - Chapter 14

My Masterlist

Black Eyes & Bloodlust Masterlist

Summary: Dean has never met his Omega, never even thought there could be one waiting for him–but she’s out there, and they’re connected in ways they could never have imagined.

Characters: DeanxReader, Sam, Cass, a few OC’s

Warnings: Eventual smut so typical A/B/O warnings, Slow burn (and I mean it. SLOW BURN GUYS.) Language, depictions of mental illness, Gore and Violence, (Warnings will apply to all chapters just to cover all the bases.)

Word Count: ~5,100

A/N: I love you guys. All of you. 🖤 SO SO SO sorry this took so long, but thank you to everyone who held out hope for me lol

Unbeta’d for reasons, if you find mistakes that irk you bad enough feel free to message me :)

Enjoy!

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Your whimpers started the moment Dean closed the door behind him, and he knew it was your body succumbing to the heat boiling in your blood. Being surrounded by his scent, coupled with whatever Castiel had done, made it inevitable. He was physically and mentally feeling every jolt from your system as your body cried out for him, but his groin was receiving the worst of it.

He’d resolved not to take you unless your body started to fail because he wanted you aware and coherent during the act, but with every clench of his gut he could feel the tether of his control rasping thinner. His Alpha was chomping at the bit, fuelled by the Mark and ravenous for the feast of Omega lying so helpless and ripe for the taking.

Being out of the room hadn’t helped at all. Instead, the only thing he could think about was your spiking scent, so thick in the air he’d smelled you halfway from the car and ten times worse when he closed the door behind him. He was worried about other Alphas being drawn over, and even though he knew once they scented him they’d turn tail, it still made him anxious. He wasn’t in a state to leave another Alpha alive if it came to a confrontation.

He shut the hotel latch at the top of the door, just in case.

Dean knew there were things he should be doing; plans he should be making and enacting to clean up the aftermath of your little spree, but you were wrapping around him so completely he was drowning. Dean needed you to wake up before he lost control. Between the heat simmering under his own skin and the unreadable waves of emotion roiling inside his head, there was no telling how long either of you had left before things took a dangerous turn.

Dean’s cock felt like stone as he adjusted his pants to pull it against his abdomen, tucking the swollen head uncomfortably behind his belt because there was nowhere else for it to go. Every inhale had his throat constricting, even as he distracted himself with rearranging the room until he had the keyboard set close enough to the bed that he could sit and play while still feeling your presence. The dark energy swirling around your aura matched his own, and keeping close so they could meld made him feel calmer. Made it easier to control the urges firing through his system from all directions.

Going to the car had been the kind of torture that rivaled a few things Dean had experienced in hell; the perceived loss of you making something dark clench in his chest despite knowing exactly where you were. Dean didn’t like it, and he didn’t know what to do with it aside from hitting something, so he put the feeling away, tucking it safely into the back of his mind with the hope that they’d figure everything out before he had to examine it too closely. One thing at a time, he told himself. Gotta wake the girl up first.

The girl.

My girl.

Every doubt rose up then, and he shook away the tear that threatened to fall. He’d faced so many things with Sam by his side, but this was something they’d never really talked about. You were going to change everything for both of them. He wasn’t sure he could handle it without fucking it up. Or fucking you up worse...

Dean thought’d he’d done enough damage, he didn’t see how keeping you instead of sending you back to your normal life would benefit anyone, least of all, you.

His eyes flicked to where you lay uncovered but still clothed, blanket strewn about your feet and eyes twitching under the lids. You whimpered again as he shifted for a better look at your face before he forced himself to turn back around.

Blood was everywhere; layers of it caked under your nails, half dried tracks smeared up your arms, freshly dripping, almost black, patterns of macabre decoration splattered across your face.

Your hazy reflection wavered in the mirror, grinning viciously as black eyes followed every movement of your tongue over your crimson fingers.

You cringed inwardly, disgusted with yourself and more than a little confused. You were trapped again.

Not trapped, a soft voice, almost feminine in quality, whispered. Set free. This is the reality of your kind. Humans. This is your truth.

The mirror shimmered, twisting until you were straddling the first Omega’s chest; you hadn’t bothered to learn her name. Asphalt dug through your pants as you kept her arms pinned to her ribs, the tiny, jagged, rocks poking painfully at your knees through your jeans. The girl was screaming, begging to be let go as you smoothly cut at her, sailing the razor thin blade through her creamy flesh like a hot knife through butter. You could feel your mouth moving, but the words weren’t forming. It was like watching an old silent film as she writhed, and you talked without making a sound. Her mouth gaped open into a red, bloody, hole of pain as she took her last shuddering breath. The moment the light left her eyes you knew she was free. Her pupils caught your attention as you looked over your handiwork, deciding what to do next.

She didn’t feel...done.

The slick, wet, red rolled off the silver blade as you tapped it thoughtfully on your leg, letting your subconscious lead the way. You hummed in satisfaction when you realized the answer was staring you right in the face.

With a snicker you leaned forward, intending on plucking her eyelids right off, but halfway there her head snapped up, her glossy eyes honed in on you. Her pupils swelled quickly and sucked you in, toppling you head-first into a black river that swallowed you down and spiked poison through your veins that burned like hellfire.

Every kick of your feet was useless, every gasp for air only earning mouthfuls of sludge.

Swathed in the darkness, you could see everything; feel everything. Every moment of pain in your life was laid bare then shoved back inside you until it was all that existed. Like being flayed alive, the pain was so icy-hot that the drowning stopped so the fire inside could grow.

Things you’d never experienced worked their way to the surface, bubbling thick against the film of your own pain before breaking through, nasty pockets of inky black tar and when they popped, everything went white.

Thick, heavy claws ripped into your chest, digging in right at the center to snatch that white-hot ball between giant teeth like serrated blades; hellhound; grief so deep it twisted everything in your gut so tight it felt like you’d never breathe again; Sammy, Bobby; guilt so heavy it crushed your bones and minced any bit of happiness with pangs like boulders to the chest; Jo, Ellen, Ash, Dad, Pamela, Hell; wide hooks digging into every soft spot, slowly tightening until tension rips them away, taking mangled chunks of you along for the ride; Alistair.

You wanted to vomit, but when your mouth opened you felt the scream in your throat.

After ten minutes of staring at the keys and physically restraining himself from climbing into the bed, Dean couldn’t take it anymore. Your whimpers sounded so helpless, and every few seconds you tossed over, curling and uncurling into a ball with your arms thrown across your stomach. Every time you moved the air stirred, making his nose twitch and an unwilling rumble form in his chest. There had to be something wrong. It’s been so long…

He had to touch you.

Dean told himself it was just to check your fever, and he was thankful he did.

He hissed as his hand came away from your forehead hot, your skin even more heated and slick than it had been when he laid you down. It was then he noticed the darkened circle of wetness you’d soaked into the bed, and panic rose in his throat.

OmegaOmegaOmega, his subconscious chanted as he jumped off the bed, but Dean forced himself through the sludge. Omegas...What do i know about Omegas? Help. Have to help. There had to be something.

Every bit of knowledge he knew was rattling around in his head was suddenly gone, like something had taken that box of memories and replaced it with a sign that said Knots help Omegas.

The Mark had flared to life the second his skin connected with yours, and he saw the truth. Your body was failing. He was going to have to knot you.

Of every scenario he’d imagined and planned for, this had not been one of them.

There has to be another way. There’s always another way.

As best as he could, he tried to remember the basics of what he’d learned about Omegas in middle school.

Normally he would just ask Sam if he didn’t know something, but just the thought of his brother set his blood boiling, and his brain was hyper-focused, so it was time for the next best thing. Dean sat cautiously down on the edge of the bed and pulled out his phone to start researching.

The sludge was slowly turning to tar as you kicked and fought fruitlessly. The sinking feeling was literal as you slid deeper, the nasty slick of tar caressing every piece of you, but then something changed.

A jolt ran from head to toe, snapping your eyes open and your feet to the ground. Your flailing weight brought you the rest of the way down, dropping you like a stone into a bed that made your stomach twist.

“And how are we feeling today?” Dr Mara questioned from your bedside. Her voice was deeper than you remembered, her face charred and twisted when you turned to look. Her cracked lips stretched into a wide grin.

What the hell are you? You were asking the words, but they still wouldn’t come, and then she was responding but her mouth wasn’t moving and nothing was making sense.

Skin contact. Knots. Dean’s cock throbbed heavily as his eyes skimmed over article after article. It all came down to connection. “Fuck,” Dean whispered into the darkness, absently palming himself. He couldn’t take it any longer and finally removed his pants. Just the pants, he told himself. Just so it doesn’t hurt so bad.

Another way. Another connection, his coherent brain demanded, and like an answered prayer it came to him.

Play.

Your fingers were burning, and you were sitting at your piano. You knew it was the day you’d lost control. The day everything had really started to go nuts, but instead of the smell of home, there was only Dean. The Alpha was all around you, and even in the dream your body clenched.

Dean fiddled with the first notes as his phone started playing.

He watched you carefully as he let it play through once, pleased with how you calmed. When your breathing evened out Dean restarted the song, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It was difficult ignoring the way his cock throbbed and his chest tightened painfully with your scent burning through his nose, but he managed. This was best. He let his twitching fingers do the work, operating on muscle memory, so his mind was free focus on you.

He’d thought it would be hard to remember, but with the music playing in one ear and your steady but labored breathing in the other, he let himself go, quickly getting lost in the storm of rage, and lust, that had been cooking inside for far too long. Heat flared on his arm when his phone went quiet, but Dean didn’t stop playing. He couldn’t have opened his eyes if he’d wanted to, his fingers pressing harder and faster against the only thing connecting him to you in the moment.

Well, not the only thing, but Dean was pretending he wouldn’t see a glowing red mark on his arm if he opened his eyes.

He felt it when your hands landed on the keys; smelled the musk when fresh sweat broke out over your skin, and heard your voice when it joined his playing. The sound had his head whipping around, only to be disappointed that you were singing the words in your sleep.

You looked curiously at your arm as sun from the window peeked through the curtains, perfectly highlighting the rash you’d had for as long as you could remember.

But I haven’t had it forever...what is that? For reasons unknown, seeing it was a strange comfort. It was a gentle reminder of something you couldn’t put your finger on, but the soft warmth it was pushing into your heart was getting warmer the longer you sang, building into a pain that stole your words and twisted them into sobs.

When you started crying, Dean pushed away from the keyboard so hard it rattled on the stand and almost toppled over. Fuck this. His remaining clothes were tossed away carelessly, but a flash of something he’d read shortly before crossed his mind.

With great restraint, Dean gathered the clothes he’d discarded and a few more shirts from his duffel and dropped them to the bed.

I can do this. Skin contact. Just skin. Dean huffed a huge breath, steeling himself for what came next. You were still singing, although at a mumble, as he ripped off your pajama pants, shirt, and against his better judgement: your panties, before climbing up and slotting himself against your side. The harsh racking of your chest calmed with the feel of his skin on yours just as he’d hoped, and he pulled the piles of cloth to bunch up around your other side. Ever so slowly your mumbles faded to soft whimpers, but the tears continued. You rolled into his chest, instinctively seeking out the combination of scent and warmth that felt safest. Dean allowed himself to reach an arm across you, his hand a solid presence on your spine as he pressed his lips close to your ear, trying hard not to rut his hard cock against your leg like a horny teenager as he scented you.

He was a fully grown Alpha, he could contain himself, but damn if it didn’t feel like the hardest thing he’d ever done. Dean’s voice felt like rocks grating in his dry throat when he finally growled out, “Omega.” Your body tightened in response, curling in and pressing closer. Dean took it as a good sign. “Been gone too long. Come back to me.”

Then he sang.

“Every road you take, will always lead you home.”

Dean’s voice echoed through your foggy mind, tugging at something in your chest and distracting you from the instrument before you.

Dean. The name brought a wave of excitement tinged with anxiety. Suddenly exhausted beyond belief and tired of the pain, you stood, almost collapsing with the sudden fatigue, to follow the crooning sound of his voice.

It sounded like he was coming from your room, so you let the sliver of light spilling from under the door into the hallway guide from the darkness you hadn’t realized you were still steeped in. Your feet felt like cement bricks as you trudged the span of your living room to the edge of the hallway, too sluggish to move any faster despite the rising sense of desperation.

My heat. Fuck. The thought shot across the frantic landscape of your mind, reminding you harshly of yet another thing you’d been avoiding. Possibly the most important thing.

A deadly thing. Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad, you mused.

A cramp rolled between your hips and you had to brace against the wall or risk falling into something worse. You had the surreal feeling that one wrong step would take you further down this rabbit hole instead of pulling you out.

Dean would pull you out.

Every motion felt like a heavy hand trying to wrench your tailbone out through your belly-button.

The hallway seemed long, but Dean was right there. You knew if you could just get to him, everything would be fine.

You could practically hear the promise of his soul calling out to you.

That was the light spilling out of your room when everything else was descending into the darkness, you realized distantly. His soul. “Omega.” The command seemed to pulse in your arm. Come back to him.

You wanted to, but you suddenly didn’t know if you could. Your feet grew heavier, and when you looked down, solid black boots of concrete were growing thicker around your ankles.

The darkness that connected you was also trying to pull you away from him, and you couldn’t understand why.

What the fuck is happening to me?

Closing your eyes to the quickly dimming hallway, you put one foot in front of the other, scratching and scraping the walls to help pull you along for what felt like 40 years until finally, blissfully, there was a doorknob in your hand.

“Dean?” The single croaked word brought Dean back to the moment after he’d drifted off, rutting his hips against your leg like he’d been trying not to. His eyes were laser focused as he stilled and pulled back just enough to see your face.

Your eyes were open, trained on his face, and he thanked whatever God there was that they weren’t black. They were the same perfect color that had been haunting him, although rimmed with red and watery from your tears. “Y/N,” he asked cautiously, his voice thick with obvious restraint, “that you in there?”

All you could do was nod, noticing dazedly the sheen of sweat covering him and the hard set line of his jaw before a cramp rolled through your stomach. The smell of him registered finally, scattering your wits before you’d gathered them. “Dean,” you whined, reaching out despite being pressed against him already, but he was already there. Effortlessly he was on you, rolling to press his body long and hard over yours and pushing away the sudden rush of emotion trying to assault you. Terror, lust, guilt...

“I’m here ‘Mega. You’re safe now.” He sounded so confident and his weight was so solid, so steady and so fucking real, you couldn’t help but believe him.

Without another thought you pressed your lips to his and wrapped your legs around his hips to grip him tightly. You realized you were both naked already and sighed happily into his mouth as his lips parted for you, letting you explore him before he took over. His body felt like heaven against your heated skin, every cell crying out for what only he could give you. “Alpha,” you moaned when he rutted the underside of his cock down your soaked slit, “Need you.”

“I know, ‘Mega,” he grunted, pulling back to get a good look at you. He couldn’t help the grin as you whined for him, feeling bereft.

“It’s so bad, Dean,” you groaned, pushing up for more, searching for anything to soothe the ache.

“Shh, I got you.” With your legs locked around him, Dean couldn’t do much, so he squeezed his hand between your bodies and rubbed quick, strong circles over your clit until your legs clamped tighter. He had your thighs and stomach quivering quickly, and unable to hold on they released, your legs falling to the bed helplessly. Taking advantage of the easier access he slid his hand down, thick fingers teasing at your entrance as his thumb took their place at the top of your swollen folds. Your back arched and liquid lust flooded your veins when he spoke. “That’s it ‘Mega.” he crooned encouragingly. “That’s my good girl,” you bucked your hips harder into his hand, his voice and fingers working to beckon your orgasm on. He dropped to one arm by your head, hovering his lips over yours while the other hand moved faster, sliding his thumb over your clit and pushing slightly inside your spasming entrance and holding them there until you wailed out your first orgasm.

“Fuck, Dean” you whispered as your hips relaxed down to the mattress, a gentle clench in your core and the fire still burning through your veins telling you that you weren’t anywhere near done. That didn’t seem to be a problem as Dean captured your mouth again. Without warning he plunged two fingers deep into your pussy, curling them upward in search of your spot and earning a surprised gasp from you that he consumed happily, his tongue reaching inside your mouth in search of your taste. Dean groaned as your wet heat swallowed his fingers eagerly, clenching and trying to pull him deeper. He’d only pumped them three times before you were ready to crest again, your fingers clawing at his back, his arms, his ribs, anything you could use to keep from coming apart at the seams. As his fingers slowed, your hands relaxed enough for him to feel comfortable with you touching him where he wanted it most.

“Grab my cock, ‘Mega. Feel how hard I am for you.” He jerked his fingers inside your pussy, finally finding your spot and making you squeal. “Think about how hard I’m gonna knot this sweet little Omega pussy.” With a sloppy nod you brought your lips back to his. You fought back a gasp, but it still came out as a gurgle, when your hand closed around the base of his cock.

The question of ‘will it fit?’ only had a moment to process before he was pulling his fingers from you. He scooped your slick along with them and used it to coat his cock before lining up with your twitching hole. The arm holding him up started to shake as he looked down at you for confirmation. After holding back for so long, he was surprised by his own resolve. If his Alpha had its way, you’d have been a hormonal wreck, awake or not, hours ago.

“Please,” you whined, rolling your hips until the head of his cock sank in. Unable to deny himself with you surrounding him so completely, Dean took the hint and pressed forward. Your eyes rolled as he easily slid deeper, slick easing the way for him to open you wider than you’d dreamed possible. Breath left your lungs in great heaves as you clutched at his shoulders, pleasure tingling through the pain until all that was left was a sense of completion that sang through your body.

“Fuck, ‘Mega, so tight,” Dean groaned, dropping his weight down to smother your mouth with is own as he bottomed out. He couldn’t get enough of how good you tasted. It was almost better than your smell.

“First--Alpha,” you managed through his kisses, squirming impatiently. With his chest pressed so close you felt the growl reverberate through you just before he started moving. The burn of his cock stretching you open faded quickly as his body slid down yours, and the first thrust had you seeing stars; the second, crying out his name.

Everything fell away as Dean was finally overcome by his rut, the Alpha in him demanding he take what was his by right. Sweat poured as he started a reckless pace, filling you over and over. The clash of his pelvis into your clit stole your pain and confusion, replacing it with heat, and love, and pleasure, that had you threatening to splinter into a million pieces. Dean’s knot started to swell, and you felt his sac tighten against your ass. He was grunting into your ear, whispering gibberish you were sure was supposed to be words, but it didn’t matter because everything in you was focused on the tightening coil in your gut.

Being with an Alpha was fulfilling; it felt right. So right, and you couldn’t believe you’d put it off for so long.

“Gonna knot you baby,” were the only words that registered before he was slamming inside harder than before, lodging his quickly thickening knot as deep as it would go just before it popped and triggered your orgasm. The careful decision not to mark you went out the window alongside his original plans to use a condom as your body locked up and your scent spiked. Dean’s teeth sank deep into your shoulder, pulling a scream from your already raw throat. His sweaty forehead was forced into the pillow as your arms and legs flexed around him, your walls shuddering and milking his cock until he was spilling inside you.

Dean felt the pangs in his arm at the same time you did, and his teeth dug deeper. His snarl was drowned out by your second scream as his cock throbbed heavily inside you, spurting more cum than your body could handle and pushing you higher and into another round of shivers as you felt it leak out around his knot.

He lay panting on top of you as he recovered, laving the bloody bite mark with his tongue to stop the bleeding and soothe the sharp ache he knew you would feel. A soft grunt from you made him realize he was probably crushing you, and with a small chuckle he rolled. His knot tugged against your entrance, making you moan until he wrapped his arms tightly around your back. The unfamiliar feeling of being so unbelievably stuffed sent a buzz tingling along behind the lingering vestiges of your orgasms, but mixed thoroughly with the throbbing at your neck. Dean kept you snug to his chest as finished the roll and settled back into the mattress with your body draped across his.

The beating of his heart echoed through your ear as you tried to catch your breath, the electric feel of his skin under yours not fading like you’d expected. Dean’s fingers combed through your matted hair, stopping for a moment on your forehead. You snuggled into the touch, but when he was satisfied you weren’t feverish he let his hand drop between your shoulderblades. You were disgruntled at the loss, but when his calloused fingers started to trace lazy circles across your skin you settled. You hummed softly, easily getting lost again in the buzz of...whatever was connecting you.

A mark is connecting you, your mind provided helpfully, but the full feeling where your body joined with Dean’s kept your mind fogged and let you push it away. Logic told you everything about this was wrong, but biology was telling you otherwise. His fingers now held a tether to your heart, and it seemed to beat in time with his movements now. Maybe it always had.

You turned your head until your chin rested in the dip between Dean’s pecs. When your eyes met, fresh heat bloomed. How was someone so perfectly beautiful so real?

How was that someone yours after all you’d done? Another round of slick gushed around him and mixed with his cum, trickling more out around his knot. His jaw dropped slightly with the feeling, and your hips wiggling prompted him to thrust up. He grinned at the way your eyes rolled before closing. His hands trailed further down your back until he could grab your ass in both hands and hold your hips down with unexpected strength.

You groaned when the action pressed your swollen clit down against him and he started to grind with slow, gentle motions. “Fuck, Dean,” you whispered, getting lost in the sensations before he released you.

“I know, ‘Mega,” he grumbled, “but I’m afraid we got some things to talk about before I fuck you again.We’re probably gonna be here a while.” You ground your hips down petulantly in disagreement, mewling low in your chest. You sat up slowly, ignoring his protests that you’d hurt yourself. Carefully, you slid back until you were seated upright, mounted on his cock with your legs on either side of his hips. The view was everything Dean could have imagined and more; he couldn’t have dreamt a sight as wonderful your body rising above him as he filled you from below, perfect breasts swaying in time with every movement. It took everything in Dean not to cry out at the pull of his knot inside your clenched walls and your nails digging hard into his chest as you adjusted to the deeper angle. He wanted to snatch your hips in his hands and knot fuck you, but you’d said…

Fuck, he realized, she said first Alpha. The thought had his cock twitching inside you all over again.

Dean’s body was a tension rod, hands fisting into the sheets and heels digging into the mattress as he remained ready to snap the moment you showed any sign of being really ready.

The slick your body couldn’t seem to stop producing was helping his case, easing the slide of your clit across the hair on his pelvis as you experimented with the different angles of your hips, despite being unable to move very far.

Your hands trailed down his chest, nails leaving white lines that flushed red after they passed. One hand continued the trail to your mound, sliding between your joined bodies to feel where his knot was locked inside you. Dean threw his head back into the pillow, slamming his eyes shut against the temptation. He felt your pussy clench around him as you seated your palm against your slit, your fingers sliding to either side of his cock and increasing the pressure. His hips jerked up involuntarily, making you squeak in surprise.

“Woah, Alpha,” you soothed, forcing your eyes to stay open and trained on the harsh lines of pleasure running across your mate’s face.

Holy shit. Mate. The marks on your neck and arm tingled in response. Dean’s hands came to rest on your hips, unable to refrain from touching you any longer. It was almost too much as you moved, your free hand guiding one of his to your breast. Dean’s eyes popped open and he went to work without prompting, his gaze eating up the way your nipples tightened to little buds under his ministrations. His fingers faltered when his eyes fell to your neck, where his mark lay.

He stilled, feeling like someone had thrown ice water over him. You whined and moved your hand faster, pushing yourself back to the peak in no time, never noticing his reaction. Your orgasm hit just as his knot softened, your walls fluttering and clenching around his oversensitive cock and making him release the cry of your name that he’d been holding back. He grabbed your tits so tight you knew there would be bruises.

The pain amplified your pleasure and you stayed over him, shoving down harder while shuddering and whimpering until the last waves faded.

When you opened your eyes you saw the blood trickling from his lip from where he’d bitten down and felt a flash of guilt.

Your pout as you slid off of him had to be the cutest thing he’d ever seen, and almost broke his resolve to talk everything out once he caught his breath.

Almost, but not quite.

Dean wanted to properly introduce himself. He couldn’t have you thinking he was just some knot-brained Alpha. “Time to talk now?” he groaned, rolling to his side so he could see and touch you.

“I guess so,” you mumbled with not entirely fake discontent. You put both hands under your cheek and watched him carefully, fully intending on letting him take the lead for the conversation. That’s what Alphas were for, after all. It was probably for the best too, because all you could think about was the thin trail of blood starting down his jaw and when he could knot you again. He’d found you and brought you here, he had to know something, but your mind was still buzzing happily and you could feel the heat licking under your skin, building back up quickly. You needed more.

“Um--well--” He started haltingly. All that Alpha confidence had left him all of a sudden. When you quirked a brow he chuckled and wiped a hand down his face. “This is awkward.”

“I dreamt you up, you knotted me, and your mark is on my neck, but now it’s awkward?” You couldn’t help but laugh at his expression, and then yourself. Your first full sentence to him was a smartass remark, and you couldn’t say you were surprised.

The ridiculousness of the last year of your life had your booming laughter quickly turning to tears. The playful smile was quickly gone from his face, and he leaned forward to capture your tear-stained lips into a kiss.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, Y/N,” he whispered against your lips.

“You keep saying that,” you mumbled back while returning his kiss.

“And I mean it.” He pulled away with a smile that was a little more composed than before. Dean cleared his throat importantly as he looked straight into your eyes with a sly smile. “Hello, Y/N. My name is Dean Winchester, and I’m your Alpha.”

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TFRB/TFRBA Headcanons

yes I decided to redesign it. Comment your favorite.

These are my AU, so don’t take them seriously. And these are my Headcanons!

Blades loves Anime, specifically MHA(My Hero Academia)

Hot Shot is good with dates, physics,geometry,and also BODMAS.

Hoist is an animal and nature lover.

Boulder is the tallest in human form.

Whirl loves doing gymnastics.

Blades is the shortest in human form.

The Bots and Recruits have special necklaces and earrings with Energon crystals so they can turn human.

Heatwave and Quickshadow are together(married)sparkmates.

Wedge loves to tease Hot Shot.

Chase is the fastest, and loves writing poems and stories.

Bumblebee is Blades’ best friend, and sees him as a brother.

Heatwave and Hot Shot see each other as father and son. In fact, Heatwave adopted Hot Shot.

Blurr is now a mentor at the academy, and his student is Snowflake(MY TFRBA oc)

Salvage makes new inventions with Frankie,Hoist and Doc Greene.

Medix is more mature and tries to go with the flow. But he does have autism and OCD. But he’s even funnier.

Hoist and Grimlock are buddies now.

Boulder is good with haircuts,he actually cut Blades’ hair for the first time.

Wedge tries to be tough,but he’s a big softie.

Chase is more funny, and he would sometimes let the recruits take breaks.

Blades adopts a human girl named Meg after he and the team had saved her from bad foster care. He and his wife Windblade also have their first child . A young female baby Autobot, they named her Arix.

The Rescue Bots and Recruits love playing games like Roblox, Minecraft and Gartic Phone.

Hot Shot and Whirl both have ADHD. Explains their optimism and energy.

Medix may have developed some love interests for Snowflake.

Blades is married to his soulmate and teammate,Windblade!

Blades has acrophobia and is timid most of the time.

Blurr goes through depression and sometimes isn’t sure if he was meant to be a Rescue Bot.

Whirl sees Chase as not only her idol, but as her dad and protector.

Cody would sometimes tell stories to the rescue bots.

Dani and Taylor started dating.

Chase is autistic.

Salvage is the second tallest in human form.

Quickshadow is the second shortest in human form.

Quickshadow loves spy movies and mystery films.

Blurr sings and writes his own songs and Salvage has known for a long time.

Heatwave enjoys watching rom-coms with Quickshadow.

In the future, Cody and Frankie get married.

Whirl and Hoist have feelings for each other.

There are tales about the Griffin Rock mermaid, and it’s real.

Sirena is the mermaid of Griffin Rock.

Dr Morocco once mind controlled Blades with a micro-chip to kill all the Rescue Bots and Recruits at the academy.

Heatwave and Blades are the only Rescue Bots married so far.

Hoist can be clumsy at times with his inventions.

Medix not only likes bats and dogs, but he’s a big softie for cats.

Heatwave can have a big soft spot for babies.(Robo-Baby set as an example)

Boulder likes watching earth romance movies.

The Burns family have necklaces with a bit of Energon crystals to have connections with the bots.

Blades once got near some sort of flower, it was actually a bush daisy, and he had an allergic reaction to them.

Hoist is allergic to pollen and peanuts.

Whirl loves watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine with Chase.(has to do with cops)

Chief Burns was Doc Greene’s best man in his wedding with Professor Ana Baranova.

Hotshot isn’t good at trying to not to laugh challenges.

Cody wants to be like his dad(Chief Burns), a police officer like him.

Snowflake(my RBA OC) is the shortest of the group, yet tries to be agile. But she’s more on the gentle and sweet caring side of her.

Hot Shot hugged Heatwave hard when there was an alligator or a crocodile near the academy. Hotshot is scared of big reptiles.

Wedge is still afraid of heights. He has developed acrophobia(fear of heights), just like Blades.

Bumblebee, Boulder, Graham, Quickshadow and Hot Shot know sign language.

Hot Shot is going through a bit of depression, and also tries to not feel sad when he thinks about his real parents and what happened to them.

Graham finally shared his feelings with Amy, and now they’re dating.

Blurr goes through depression after the loss of his parents a long time ago.

Hot Shot was an orphan. Until Heatwave adopted him as his son.

Hot Shot’s real parents were killed in a war. He had a caretaker.

Heatwave hates snakes. Any kind of snake. He has Ophidiophobia.

Hot Shot is allergic to four leaf clovers.(Curse you, clover. And they say you bring good luck. Well, you bring bad luck to Hot Shot!)They make him itchy and sneeze. And he’s also allergic to tree nuts, which make him itchy.

Quickshadow is a cat lover.

Blurr is a big softie for dogs. He used to have a dog that looked just like Servo.

Medix may have a tiny crush on Snowflake.

Ratchet and Perceptor have gotten along and worked on some math problems.

Both Chief Burns and Doc Greene were in the military, along with their wives. Their wives died in the military.

Blurr can’t trust himself to go anywhere alone. Except if he needs to be alone by himself at the race track to clear his mind.

It may take Blurr some time to trust some bot or anyone because of bad friendships. He thought those were friends, but they actually teased him.

Hoist is overcoming his fear of Dino-Bots slowly.

Wedge is slightly glossophobic.(fear of public speaking)

Since Medix and Ratchet are related… Medix sometimes throws wrenches when he’s upset. And would go:”Hot Shot. I needed that!”

Blades loses his office keys quite a bit… okay. Very often. Or, all the time. Fine! He loses his office keys all the time.

Salvage doesn’t have a mentee, but he doesn’t enjoy helping out Boulder in the garden. But he also likes making inventions with Hoist.

Snowflake knows how to translate any Arctic Animal language.

Blurr is a good babysitter. He once helped when the Rescue Bots turned into babies.(sparklings)

Hot Shot had an ex-girlfriend named Sunset Mist. She is now his enemy.

Hot Shot has bad memories of clowns. He’s now afraid of them.

Blades has freckles on his face and arms as a human. He’s the only one with freckles.

Hoist’s favorite colors are teal and light green

Hot Shot has two favorite colors, red and yellow.

In his wedding day, Blades’ best bot(best man) is his best friend, Bumblebee.

Optimus Prime is basically the father figure of the Rescue Bots and Team Prime.

The Recruits and Rescue Hots once fused together into hybrids when the Bubble Guppies visited.

As a human, Medix needs glasses like his uncle Ratchet.

Medix’s favorite colors are red and white.

Wedge’s favorite color is orange.

Windblade sees the Rescue Bot Recruits as her own children.

Salvage’s favorite game to do with the recruits is a treasure hunt.

Blades is shy, anxious, timid, and can gets stressed pretty easily.

Medix is good friends with Hot Shot. He sees Hot Shot as his older brother.

Servo has a super close relationship with High Tide. But with the recruits, it’s Hot Shot.

Blades is a fan of pop culture music. But he also enjoys K-pop. Like BLACKPINK.

Whirl’s favorite color is blue.

Blurr is a big softie for not only dogs, but for babies. He is also shown to be a pro at babysitting. Especially sparklings.

When he’s not always on the field or training, Hot Shot would draw on his sketchbook.

Heatwave has nunchucks.

Hot Shot has a special scrapbook and lucky cube for ever since he was just a little baby sparkling.

Blades, behind his rotors, he has katanas.

Hot Shot’s favorite TADC character is Pomni.

Boulder sees styling hair as art, painting. Being creative. Doing what he feels. Hair is like a canvas to him in a way to paint and make art.

Blades’ favorite anime character is Yuunagi Tsubasa from Hirogaru Sky! PrettyCure.

Meg is actually really close to her dad,Blades, and her aunt Dani.

Sideswipe may have started developing love feelings towards Strongarm, even if they’re complete opposite and argue most of the time.

Some of Blurr’s favorite songs are “Runaway, Baby” by Bruno Mars, “Rockstar” by LISA from BLACKPINK, “Shut Up and Drive” and “Breakin’ Dishes”, both songs by Rihanna, “Telephone” by Lady Gaga, and “Starships” by Nicki Minaj.

Blades’ favorite song is “Wings” by Little Mix.

Brushfire’s favorite Australian animal is the kangaroo.

Cody taught Hot Shot to make bracelets, and Hot Shot taught Scorch as well.

Chase, Blades, Medix,Ratchet and Strongarm are the only bots that are autistic.

Miko has ADHD.

Hot Shot’s favorite animal is a rhino.

Chase likes German Shepherds and poodles.

Medix and Hot Shot are like brothers with opposite personalities. Medix is the nerdy autistic, while Hot Shot is the extrovert with ADHD.

Whirl likes Maltese puppies.

Hot Shot’s favorite Disney movie is Wreck-It Ralph. And his favorite characters are Vanellope Von Schweetz, Fix-It Felix Jr and Wreck-It Ralph himself.

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fanfic-shiz · 8 years ago

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Fight or Flight (Indiana Jones)

Pairing: Indiana Jones/OC

A/N: This was so much fun haha I effing love Indiana Jones. Let me know what you think!

Warnings: Nothing crazy or wild in this one!

“It’s incredible.”

Sweat trickled down the back of my neck as I stood with my hands on my hips, gazing up at the vine covered temple. Nature had reclaimed most of the structure, roots twisting up and covering the doorways while moss clung to the faded, time-worn walls. My pulse was thrumming beneath my skin, my entire body prickling with the anticipation of what I might find waiting inside. There was something about stepping foot in a place no one else had for centuries. It was bit of a sacrilegious experience, a moment I kept stored in the back of my memory for safe keeping…Aztec civilizations in Mexico, pyramids rising from the sands in Egypt, ancient tunnels twisting and turning beneath all of Europe. Each stood out in my mind, the memories serving as my own personal treasure.

I took a step toward the crumbling staircase but didn’t get far before a strong hand wrapped around my wrist.

“Not so fast, doc.” Indiana’s gruff voice came from next to me.

I let out a groan and tugged my hand from his grip, swiveling toward him. He was gazing past me, up at the ancient temple. His hat was pulled low over his eyes, casting a shadow over the top half of his face. My eyes traveled down past the straight bridge of his nose and the scruff that covered his jaw, to his chest. Shirt wide open— as per usual. I felt my face turn hot and mentally shook myself. Why did he have this effect on me? A week in the jungle and I was looking at him like I’d never seen a man before.

I took a step back, just out of precaution. Being that close to him would most likely only lead to danger.

“What? You wanna check for booby traps first?” I asked, smirking.

He let out a noise that was somewhere between a snort and a laugh. He tugged his hat off, revealing the sweaty, untidy hair beneath it, and looked at me. “Sweetheart, we can joke about booby traps after you’ve been nearly skewered to death by a wall of spears or almost flattened by a run away boulder. Now come on, were losing the light and you’re not playing explorer in the dark.”

My eyebrows furrowed together and my lips parted to ask where the hell the runaway boulder came from, but he was already walking away. Leaving me to stare at his broad shoulders. A man of few words, Indiana Jones. I scowled a little at him. He was a pain in the ass, cocky and grumpy. But he and his crew (whom he’d insisted on handpicking himself) had gotten us this far. I cast one last longing look at the ancient structure. One more day of waiting couldn’t hurt.

I trailed reluctantly after my brooding guide, wondering if he knew this wasn’t my first rodeo. “You know,” I began as I caught up to him, falling into step. “I’ve been in the field plenty. Just because I have a phD doesn’t make me useless.”

It was his turn to raise his eyebrows. My stomach fluttered without my permission as he turned his eyes on me. Hazel, with flecks of green. Something I’d noticed on the plane ride out of the U.S. as he’d lectured me on all the ways we could die out in the jungle if I didn't do exactly as he said.

“I have a phD and I’m not useless either. You ever been this far in the jungle, though?” He asked.

I turned away from him, shrugging and trying to feign indifference even though I knew I had nowhere near the experience Indiana had. “No…but—“ He suddenly grabbed me around the waist, pulling me into his side before I could take another step. “Hey!” I protested, hands going to his chest in an attempt to push myself away from him.

“Quicksand. I just saved your ass.” He interrupted me, nodding toward the ground. I followed his gaze, feeling the sinking realization wash over me. Leave it to me to make myself out to be a total hypocrite…clearly I could talk the talk but not walk the walk. At least not this far out of my element.

I deflated a little, leaning into him. “Oh.”

It took another half a second for me to realize how close we were, his arm still wrapped tightly around my waist. I was pressed flush against him, hands on his chest. Our eyes locked and there was a heated kind of curiosity in his gaze that made me want to get closer and further away all at once. I was suddenly all too aware of the pressure of his palm against my lower back, and the muscles beneath his thin shirt.

I hurriedly pushed myself away, careful to steer clear of the quicksand. I pretended to be preoccupied smoothing the wrinkles from my shirt, but really I was trying to still my pulse and waiting for my cheeks to go back to their normal color. I did not need to get involved with a man like Indiana Jones, who was as unreliable as the Ohio weather from where I came from.

Indiana let out a sigh, and I saw him shaking his head as he walked away. “Stay close, alright?” He grunted.

I held back sigh, but made my feet move so I wouldn’t get left behind. I had no problem staying close to him…I just wasn’t sure how close I was willing to let myself get.

Sleep was impossible that night. Instead, I laid in my sleeping bag staring up at the towering tree tops. It was bizarre, to be so engulfed by nature. I would’ve loved more than anything to get a glimpse of what the night sky looked like where we were, so far removed from civilization. But listening to the sounds of the chirping of frogs, the nighttime cooing of birds, was enough to remind that I was lucky. Some people never even had the chance to leave the city.

I heard the sound of something rustling behind me and rolled over, propping myself up on my elbows to see Indy dropping down onto a log in front of the smoking fire. I had a perfect few of his side profile as he rolled his shirt sleeves up to reveal his tanned forearms and began poking at the fire with a stick in an attempt to get it going again.

I pulled my lower lip in between my teeth, knowing I should stay put. But he was like a magnet, drawing me in. I’d never met anyone like him, he was both whip smart and admiringly brave. I wondered if there was anything he was afraid of. Then again, he was also as stubborn as the day was long. I had a feeling getting him to change his mind about anything was like trying to change the direction of a river’s current.

I wriggled my way out of my sleeping bag, and stood, shoving my feet into my hiking boots before picking my way across the sleeping camp. I dropped down onto the log next to Indy, our shoulders brushing. If he was surprised to see me, he didn’t show it. Merely raised an eyebrow and offered me a flask. I took it without asking what it was, pressing the opening to my lips and tilting my head back. Whatever it was, whiskey maybe, burned all the way down the back of my throat. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and passed it back to him.

He grinned. “A girl who can handle her liquor. I like that.”

“I’m full of surprises,” The words came out much more flirty than I had intended. Maybe it was the dark, or the swig of liquid courage that made me suddenly so bold.

The hot embers in front of us began to catch on the dried wood, the fire slowly restarting as smoke curled into the air. Indy took another swig from the flask. “Oh yeah? What else?”

I thought for a moment, liking this game. “I’m a licensed pilot and I know how to scuba dive. I can also speak five languages, including two dead ones.”

“A pilot, huh?” Indy repeated, angling his body so he faced me. His hair was unkempt, like he’d been running his hand through it. Shirt still wide open, revealing the dark, curly chest hair underneath. I curled my fingers into a fist to resist from reaching out and pressing my palm to his bare chest.

“Mhm…” I beckoned for the flask by crooking my finger and he chuckled, a low, deep sound that warmed my blood almost as much as the whiskey. “Now tell me something about you, Indiana Jones?”

“I’m an open book, sweetheart.”

I already had my question in mind, but I doubted he would answer. Truthfully, or at all. “You’ve been all across the globe, and you’ve fought nazis, soldiers, possessed barbarians…so what is the infamous Indiana Jones really afraid of?”

He raised his eyebrows slowly, placing a hand on his thigh. I watched the shadows from the flames flicker across his face as he slowly licked his lips. “Would you believe me if I said nothing?”

I laughed. “Not even you are that inhuman.”

“I could be.” He murmured, a smirk toying with one side of his mouth and sending my heart into a frenzied rhythm. I snatched the flask from his hand again, hoping another swig would steady my runaway nerves.

“Oh come on, it’s just me. Who am I gonna tell?” I bumped his shoulder with mine and he rolled his eyes. “What is it, huh? Heights? Spiders? Sharks?”

He was silent for a long moment, but I knew I’d won when he finally let out a defeated sigh. “You breathe a word of this to anyone and I swear I’ll leave you stranded out here, with only the monkeys and wildebeests as company.”

I leaned toward him in anticipation. “Not a soul.” I mimed zipping my lips shut.

He looked amused before finally answering. “It’s another ’s’ word.”

I frowned, racking my brain. Spiders, sharks…I hit me and I sat up straight, glowing with victory. ”Snakes!”

“Why dontcha say it a little louder, doll! I don’t think the whole jungle heard you.” He said gruffly, looking almost bashful. It made him sweet. And slightly less intimidating to finally know there was something out there that made the great Dr. Jones a little weak-kneed. “And what about you, huh? What’re you afraid of?”

I shrugged. “Lots of things.” I gave him an elusive answer and shot a grin in his direction.

“Am I one of them?”

My eyes snapped to him in surprise, and that irritating smirk was back in place on his lips. My heart thudded a little too loudly. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m not.” He shrugged. “Maybe I’m just calling it like I see it…maybe you’re not afraid of me, but of how attracted you are to me.”

I gaped at him for a moment, his expression amused but eyes smoldering in my direction. “What…what are you on about, Jones?”

“Just making an observation, doc.” He began, his tone innocent and playful all at once. I found myself suddenly hypnotized, unable to move as he scooted closer to me. He picked up my hand in one of his much larger ones, and I could feel the calluses on his fingertips as he trailed his fingers up my arm to my shoulder and back down. “Goosebumps.” He said, and sure enough I felt the skin of my arms and back of my neck begin to tingle. Indy dropped my hand and moved his hands to cup my face, his thumb tracing the line of my cheekbone as his other hand slid down the column of my throat stopping to rest over my chest. “Increased heart rate.” His voice was mellowing into a husky whisper, and it was a wonder he couldn’t hear my pounding heart as well as feel it.

“Indy,” I whispered, my cheeks blazing.

“I’m not done yet.” He murmured. “But we can add flushed skin to the list.”

Still feeling very much like a deer frozen in the headlights, my breath caught in my throat as he leaned in. My eyes fluttered shut as I felt Indiana’s warm breath against my lips, and I wanted so badly to taste the whiskey I smelled on his breath. “Erratic breathing…and I’m willing to bet your stomach’s full of butterflies.”

He had no idea.

“Even if you refuse to admit it, your body’s telling me everything. Fight or flight. You’re either terrified of me, or you want me. Which one is it?” He spoke each word barely a breath away from my lips.

“Screw you, Indiana Jones. Smartass.” I found my voice again only to then close the distance between us, and crush my mouth against his own. Indy didn’t seem at all surprised by my response, which both irritated me and made me want him more. He cradled the back of my head, fingers tangled in my hair, his other hand moving to cup my cheek. I curled my own fingers around his shirt collar, drawing him closer. Desperate for more, for all of him.

His kiss was somehow both rough and soft at the same time, which seemed just right for the type of man he was. Rugged adventurer, intellectual scholar, all rolled up into one strong, tall drink of water. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth, reminding me who was still in control. He tasted bittersweet, just like that whiskey.

Not to be outdone, I maneuvered myself into his lap. He let out a grunt of surprise, but didn’t stop me as I straddled his waist, one leg on either side of his hips. He wrapped his arms around my waist, securing me there. I could feel the heat of the fire against my back, but it was nothing compared to the way Indy’s fingers seemed to burn me everywhere he touched.

It couldn’t have lasted long, though maybe it’d been minutes, or hours. I didn’t know. But when we finally parted, we were both out of breath and staring at the other in amazed curiosity. I waited for Indy to say something smart-alecky or sarcastic, but was surprised when nothing came. I pressed my palms flat against his chest and felt the erratic rhythm of his heart. I bit back a smile.

“Looks like I’m not the only one with an increased heart rate.”

At that he did smile, tightening his hold on my waist and pressing a kiss to my chin. “Maybe I’m scared of you too.”

I rolled my eyes, toying with the hem of his shirt. I could feel his eyes on me, watching me in that appraising way he sometimes looked at a rare artifact. “What are we doing? I told myself I wouldn’t do this you know.”

“What? Get involved with another archeologist?” He asked. And there it was, that sarcasm.

“No, dummy. With you.” I said, grinning despite myself.

Indy grinned back, eyes glinting like he was about to embark on some sort of new, wild adventure. Which I supposed, maybe starting something with Indiana Jones, could be labeled as. “Too late, doc.”

And with that, he kissed me again.

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master-thief-gray-shadow · 8 years ago

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1-51 answer all of them

Already answered a handful, so I’ll just do the rest.

What was the first fandom you got involved in? Naruto. I didn’t actually post any fanfic, but I read loads and I did write some stuff.

What is your latest fandom? Little Witch Academia. I haven’t written anything for it, but I might someday.

What is the best fandom you’ve ever been involved in? Either the Touhou or Kancolle fandom. The fans I met were great people, and both fandoms have some very good fanworks.

Do you regret getting involved in any fandoms? I regret my entire Naruto phase. Also RWBY, a little.

Which fandoms have your written fanfiction for? Naruto, Pokemon, Star Wars, Harry Potter (this was all in the same fic, mind you), Fullmetal Alchemist, Touhou, and Love Live. Only my LL fanfics have been published, though.

List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in. PokeShipping, SasuSaku (it was before Sasuke became an irredeemable cuntwaffle, okay?), AlMei, KaiMei, SoKai, MeiSaku, KyouSaya, Arkos, UmiNico, and DiaMaru. That’s not all the fandoms I’ve been in, but I don’t have OTPs in every fandom.

List your NoTPs from each fandom you’ve been in. SasuNaru, PuppyShipping, Sora/Riku, ReiMari, KyouMami, Lancaster. Most of these I’m okay with now, at some point I chilled out and stopped caring about what other people shipped. Lancaster still sends me into fits of rage, though.

How did you get involved in your latest fandom? A friend showed me Little Witch Academia and I liked it.

What are the best things about your current fandom? I’ve met some great people here. Not that this fandom doesn’t have its fair share of awful people, but I’m glad to know some of the good ones.

Is there a fandom you read fic from but don’t write in? Yes. Touhou, Little Witch Academia, Kancolle…

Who is your current OTP? UmiNico!

Who is your current OT3? NozoUmiNico!

Any NoTPs? LANCASTER

Go on, who are your BroTPs? UmiMaki, Eli optional.

Is there an obscure ship which you love? Uh, yeah! UmiNico!

Are their any popular ships in your fandom which you dislike? NozoEli. It’s not a bad ship by any means and I do sometimes read fic for it, but I’ve come to associate it with certain things I don’t like. That, and the fact that every goddamn AU in this fandom seems to involve it in some way has made me kind of sick of it.

Who was your first OTP and are they still your favourite? SasuSaku. And if you want the answer to the second question, just ask me what I think of Sasuke.

What ship have you written the most about? UmiNico or KotoUmi, depending on what you count.

Is there a ship which you wished you could get behind, but you just don’t feel them? HonoUmi. I can absolutely see why people would ship it, and I would also like to be able to appreciate it, but for some reason it just doesn’t do it for me.

Any ships which you surprised yourself by liking? Well I kinda started shipping UmiNico as a joke, so…

What was the first fanfic you ever wrote? Boulder Walls, an epic crossover of Naruto, Pokemon, Harry Potter, and Star Wars that involved Itachi having pictures of naked girls in his room, Ginny getting molested in her sleep, Brock hitting on Bastilla, and other random and stupid things.

Is there anything you regret writing? Yes. The aforementioned Boulder Walls, as well as Naruto’s Retarded Adventure. Please don’t ask about that one.

Name a fic you’ve written that you’re especially fond of & explain why you like it. The Best House Party, while not the best thing I’ve written, is probably my favorite, because it involves Best Girl getting gangbanged by 2nd and tied-for-3rd best girls.

Do you have a beta reader? Why/Why not? Nope. Never cared to get one.

What inspires you to write? Partially a hunger for glory, partially a desire to show my vision to the world, mostly because it’s a talent I have that I would like to grow.

What’s the nicest thing someone has ever said about your writing? “Je t'aime de tout mon coeur Gray.” - @mykhii on Sensation

Do you listen to music when you write or does music inspire you? If so, which band or genre of music does it for you? I don’t so much listen to music when I write as listen to noise. It doesn’t matter what it is, music, a Let’s Play, a TV show, The Dr. Rabbit Revival Collab, doesn’t matter, just has to be noise.

Do you write oneshots, multi-chapter fics or huuuuuge epics? I want to write huge epics, but I haven’t mastered the art of commitment yet so I write oneshots.

What’s the word count on your longest fic? 4904

Do you write drabbles? If so, what do you normally write them about? I’ve written a few drabbles. They’re mostly about being really deeply in love with someone.

What’s your favourite genre to write? Uh, smut?

First person or third person - what do you write in and why? Third person. First person is only good if the piece is short and introspective, otherwise it just places a lot of limitations on what you can say in the prose.

Do you use established canon characters or do you create OCs? I’ve created OCs, but I’ve never written about them. I prefer to work with canon characters when possible.

What is you greatest strength as a writer? I think I’m good at describing feeling. Maybe.

What do you struggle the most with in your writing? Not rushing. I think a lot of my stuff has a kind of rushed feel to it and I don’t like it.

List and link to 5 fanfics you are currently reading:

The Cure by okapifeathers

Paradiso by okapifeathers

Caged Bird by FurFurKanga

Midnight’s Luck by Lrihgo

水曜日の月 by Lrihgo

List and link to 5 fanfiction authors who are amazing:

@zippyzapmeister, @nui-the-super-lesbian, @jstonedd, @mackinmacki, @saberin

Is there anyone in your fandom who really inspires you? Bonnie, really. She’s great, and sometimes I think she might be better than me.

What ship do you feel needs more attention? UmiNico, duh.

What is your all time favourite fanfic? Reimu Fights the Bad Guys of Adrkness, which is like a cross between Half Life: Full Life Consequences and Touhou.

If someone was to read one of your fanfics, which fic would you recommend to them and why? Sweeter than Chocolate, because that’s my favorite fluffy fic I’ve written and I’d like someone to descend slowly into futa hell.

Archive Of Our Own, Fanfiction.net or Tumblr - where do you prefer to post and why? While reviewers on FF.net tend to say more, the site itself is kind of shitty and there are a lot of problem users. I like how AO3′s rules are basically that you can post anything you want as long as you tag it properly, which means that you don’t get groups like Eliminator telling you that you’ve violated the community guidelines like they actually have any sort of power. And Tumblr? I only post on Tumblr out of a sense of obligation. Fuck this site.

Do you leave reviews when you read fanfiction? Why/Why not? Sometimes. Depends on my mood.

Do you care if people comment/reblog your writing? Why/why not? I would like comments/reblogs, but I like to think I’m above begging.

How did you get into reading and/or writing fanfiction? One day I just found FF.net. That’s it. It was that simple.

Rant or Gush about one thing you love or hate in the world of fanfiction! Go! There are…certain authors in the LL fandom, not naming names, who write things that everyone seems to love. But when I try to read their stuff, I don’t like it. And yet everywhere I go people are showering their fics with praise. Part of me wants to believe that everyone in this fandom just has shit taste, but I know that’s not true, so I wonder if I’m missing something in these fics.

#ask

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joesbrownusa · 8 years ago

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Silver Pick

Price: $69000

2 contiguous mining claims located behind locked gate. Montana paradise mostly surrounded by forest service land. Great spot for hunting cabin, trees, meadow. Property is approximately one mile southwest of Park Lake and just 15 miles from Helena, Montana. Elk and deer frequent the area.

6 Bearpaw Trl

Price: $389900

Fabulous home! Spacious, lots of upgrades including kitchen flooring and windows. Newer gas hot water boiler and gas water heater. Main floor utilities, formal dining, covered entertainment sized deck, gas fireplace, double garage , plus a separate studio/shop. Currently being used as a pottery studio. Wooded lot with privacy. Property borders a 6 acre no build zone park! County maintained roads, natural gas, community water system. and Clancy school!

15 Clancy Creek Rd

Price: $189000

There have been many updates to this very cute home in Clancy right across from the school. Also included in this house are a tankless hot water heater and a reverse osmosis water system.

2 Grouse Ct

Price: $650000

Welcome Home! You will enjoy coming home to this beautifully designed and finished house. There are granite counter tops throughout, alder cabinets throughout, solid alder trim, walnut and slate tile floors. The rooms are spacious and the master suite is a must see with a massive walk-in closet and custom slate walk-in shower. All this set in old growth pine trees in an exclusive development! Call today to schedule your personal showing!

126 Travis Creek Rd

Price: $249900

Bring your hammer and your creative mind to this beautiful mountain location. The cabin is started with many positive attributes. Plumbing and water heater installed but needs hooked up, septic installed, power ran to the cabin, main floor wired. Pick up where this project left off and make an amazing get away! Garage, storage shed and great cabin on your own private 12.38 acres!

2 Mule Trl

Price: $420000

20 Ac. with Exceptional View of Helena Valley, Home May Need a little TLC but well worth the investment for view, wildlife and privacy.

3 Heritage Ct

Price: $284000

21 Painted Sky Rd

Price: $120000

These five beautiful acres present a grand building site. Travis Creek runs through a good mix of open space and mature pine. Driveway and shop are already in place and ready to go.

17 Hidden Valley Dr

Price: $310000

Single Family Home for sale by owner in Clancy, MT 59634. Come inside and experience the openness and beautiful views. Trees, boulders and a great location in Forest Park Estates. Situated on 1.51 acres, this 4096 sq. ft. home has 5 bedrooms, 3.5 baths, 2 family rooms, utility/storage room, laundry room, detached 2 car heated/insulated garage, storage shed, and RV parking space. Recent basement remodel added 2 bedrooms. You’ll love the views from the windows that surround the living and dining room area. Open concept kitchen, dining and living room. There is a fireplace in the mast er bedroom, insert fireplace in main living room, and gas stove in the downstairs family room. There are wonderful built-in cabinets and drawers in three of the bedrooms. The house has a clay tile roof, UG sprinklers, and security shutters for privacy/protection. Community water system.

49 Maggie Hill Rd

Price: $266798

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22 Stoney Brook Dr

Price: $250000

Welcome home to this beautiful single level condo, in a private neighborhood! The spacious 2 bedroom, 2 ½ bath, 1200+ SQ feet home gives you plenty of space. The patio is perfect for those summer months, and the two car attached garage is a wonder during the winter months. Want to know what your next home could be? Call us today to schedule your personal showing!

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