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thechaoticfanartist · 6 months

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Missing You

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No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary: Grim and Ahsoka are alone. They long to be with each other again, and for the past that can never be again.

Character(s): Grim Kennet (OC), Ahsoka Tano

Relationship(s): Grim Kennet / Ahsoka Tano

Additional Tags: Past Relationship(s), Mutual Pining, Post-Order 66, Yearning, Grim is called Rue, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending

Note: For @occreatorexchange prompt bingo fill "mutual pining"

Read On A03

Ahsoka was alone. She was used to this now - too used to it.

She had been alone since she had been cast out from her own Order and family. They had offered for her to come back, but after the betrayal she had faced she could never return. Nobody had been at her side except for her Master - he was dead now.

Even her own girlfriend had turned her back on her. She had believed her, and knew she was innocnet but she never fought back. She always felt betrayed by that notion.

Now though, Ahsoka understood why Grim had not fought to prove she was innocent. Now Ahsoka understood why Grim let her be expelled from the Jedi Order and did not tell her to come back when she walked away.

Grim had known about the betrayal to come. She had known that the Jedi would be killed. She had wanted to protect her, even if it came at the cost of their relationship.

She thought back to the last time she had seen her. The last time she had held her, and was able to feel her warmth. Grim had told her to leave because she couldn’t bear to say goodbye. She had sent her away with tears in her eyes.

The Jedi were killed only three days later. Grim was likely among them.

She had known what awaited her, what awaited both of them, what awaited the galaxy. That’s why she didn’t want to say goodbye. She knew it would be her last.

Tears began to spring into her eyes. She tried hard not to think of the past. She tried to avoid thinking about what had happened. She tried to busy herself with work, no matter if that was repairing things or fighting the Empire. She did not think about Grim.

But now she did.

During The Clone Wars, Grim had been able to let her forget about the war. With her they were able to be themselves. They were able to be kids, and forget their worries, and responsibilities, and all the horrible things that were happening in the galaxy.

They loved each other. Ahsoka loved her no less when she learned that once she was just a character for her girlfriend. She had told her that it made her no less real.

Ahsoka had never felt the way she felt for Grim, for anyone else. She’s had crushes on other girls, but not in the way that she once had a crush on Grim. For awhile she had fallen in love with another, but it was while she was hidden and Kaedeen would never understand the way that Grim did. The way Grim would.

If she was still around. But she wasn’t.

Ahsoka longed for Grim. She wanted to hold her again. She wanted to feel her warmth, and lie with her as they used to. She wanted to be with her and pretend the war didn’t exist again - just for a moment.

But she knew that could never be. Grim was dead. She had to be, for Ahsoka knew Grim. If Grim was alive she would be here. She would be fighting in this Rebellion. She was never one to stand by when people suffered. She always fought for what she believed, even when it almost killed her. She always fought against evil, she fought for the light in the galaxy. Grim had sacrificed her entire life, her universe, to save this one.

If Grim was alive she would be here.

Grim was dead. So were their Masters. Anakin would be here if he was alive. Obi-Wan would be here if he was alive. They would be together again. She knew them; none of them could stand for what the Empire did. So they had all perished in the Purge.

And Grim had known that would happen. It was why she had asked her to go without a goodbye. She couldn’t stand it. She knew - and Ahsoka was aware that she had given up everything to stop it.

Ahsoka fought on for her. Grim had given up everything to save the galaxy from this future she had known would happen, only to fail and lose everything including her life. She knew, Grim wouldn’t have given up on this galaxy, and so she fought in her memory.

Rue sat alone. She was slowly getting used to being that way, but that didn’t mean she still didn’t miss people. She had so many people who she had lost.

She watched as people talked and laughed and passed her by. She was at a table with her food, her mask was pulled down to her neck. She sat with her left side facing the wall, so that the scar on her face didn’t show. She knew that it would give her away, here on Naboo, she could not get away with it.

Absently she thought of how the restaurant she was at would have made for a great date. I should take Ahsoka here. She mused, with a quiet smile on her face.

Then the smile fell. She looked down at her food instead. She hadn’t seen Ahsoka since they had parted ways in the last days of The Clone Wars. Order 66 had taken place only three days later.

That was four years ago.

She didn’t even know where Ahsoka was. She could have guessed for the first two years, she knew exactly where she had gone into hiding. Except, Grim had gone into hiding as well, and she could not have chased after her.

Now she had no idea where she was. She wouldn’t be able to know where she was, not for years to come.

The last thing she had told her was to go so she wouldn’t have to say goodbye. Oh how she longed for Ahsoka to be by her side now.

Rue knew that Ahsoka would believe she was dead. She knew that she believed the same to be true for their Masters. She wondered if that changed things for her. Has she moved on? They had let each other go before - they had broken up in the past. They had away from each other twice. Rue would not blame her if she had.

Even if someday they reunited, Grim doubted she could be with her anymore. As much as she longed for her to be by her side, to hold her, to lay her head on her chest and just listen to her heartbeat and know she was alive and that this was real. Not a dream, or fiction, or pretend. That they were together.

That couldn’t be. That could never be again. Grim had tried to kill her Master - her brother. She would have to lie to her, because she knew Anakin was alive and that he had betrayed them. How could she look Ahsoka in the eyes, after what her and Obi-Wan did to someone so close to her? Would she ever understand? Would she ever forgive her?

Rue had spent three years lying to Ben about what had become of Anakin. That he lived through what they had done to him. She had left her father behind because she could lie to him no longer, but still couldn’t tell him the truth, even knowing one day he would learn.

She could not do that again, especially to her. It would break her heart beyond repair.

She longed for Ahsoka. She wanted her by her side, right now. But if she was, what could she say? How could she say it? She couldn’t even say goodbye.

She didn’t know what to say. She was choked with tears that came to life in her eyes. She couldn’t even say her name. She just stared up at her, into her gentle eyes. Tears filled those too.

Ahsoka felt the air leave her as she saw a ghost. Grim was dead. She could have sworn she was dead. Her name found its way onto her lips. “Grim?” She asked, and it was barely above a whisper. She could not believe it.

“Ahsoka,” she gasped. Her voice had summoned her own.

Before she knew what she was doing she ran to her and wrapped her in her arms. Feeling the warmth of her body against her own. She layed her head on her chest and heard her heart, felt her breathe. She was alive. She was real.

Ahsoka returned the embrace as tears began to roll down her cheeks. “I thought you were dead,” she said quietly.

“I knew you would,” she laughed gently. She looked up at her.

Their eyes met.

Ahsoka smiled and laughed, “of course you did.”

She leaned down and their lips touched.

They were no longer alone.

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heresthefanfiction · 11 months

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Lex and Tim do some press work for Emily. Tim has too much fun with it for his own good.

More under the cut.

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#lex murphy #tim murphy #jurassic park fanfic #jurassic world fanfic #jurassic world oc #jurassic edit #jurassic park oc #jurassic park fanfiction #dr. emily grant #the grant foundation #made by me

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negative-speedforce · 7 months

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for @occreatorexchange's bingo

For the prompt: Dark Fic

Featuring: My Star Trek OC Marie Kaneyama

CW: Medical Torture (referenced), Possession

Marie didn't know how long she had been laying there.

Her spine felt like it was on fire from where the drones had attached the cybernetic interface to her body, her chest had been cut open and her organs rummaged around in, and she couldn't feel her hand beyond the wrist, though when she tried to move her fingers, they reacted with a metallic 'clink'.

She didn't know what was going to happen to her. Most drones were assimilated into the hive mind within minutes, according to her research, but yet she remained an individual, albeit one who was currently flayed alive.

She was sure that the nanotechnology in her bloodstream was the only thing allowing her to think clearly through the pain. She could almost feel the tiny machines moving through her, altering her body from the inside out to service the Collective. They slowly numbed the pain, too slowly for Marie's preference, but it was better to suffer than to completely lose herself.

There was no chance she would ever see Qiara again. Either her mind would be taken from her, her consciousness eradicated by the Collective, or her she would die there on the table from blood loss, organ failure, or her body rejecting one of the implants that the drones had put inside her.

Vaguely, she heard footsteps coming down the hall. While she knew it was likely some drone coming to put her out of her misery in one way or another, some small part of her still held out hope. Maybe, somehow, someone had come to save her- no. She had allowed the Borg to take her to save her shipmates, and it was too damaged to come and find her.

Then, she saw her. She had seen pictures of the strange-looking woman before, in her history classes, but nothing could prepare her for the visceral fear that The Queen's presence filled her with.

She was tall, nearly as tall as Marie herself, her eyes were like pits of tar, soulless and effortlessly calm. Her skin was like that of a corpse, delicate trails of nanotechnology threading under her skin. Marie wondered if she looked like that now, but having her ribcage opened for the entire Collective to see occupied most of her thoughts at the moment.

"You're her. The Queen." Marie's voice was hoarse from the screams she'd made when the Borg ripped her open. "I thought Janeway took care of you."

"We adapted." The Queen replied. "Do you know why you are here?"

"Yeah, you guys like assimilating people and turning them into drones. I've heard it all before." Marie replied, managing to force a bit of sarcasm through her fear.

"Your willpower is stronger than any drone I have ever assimilated." The Queen ran a cold, metallic fingertip up Marie's jaw. "Romulan and human- such an ornery mix. You've been able to resist the Collective for almost two hours now. We can hear all your thoughts, but you can't hear ours. It's fascinating. Like that Qiara girl. You have such a fascination with her. Your thoughts are so preoccupied with her. Maybe we'll assimilate her, too."

"You keep your grubby hands off her!" Marie struggled against her restraints. She froze, watching in horror as the nanoprobes closed her chest wound, leaving a glimmering silver scar in its place. "...what are you doing to me?"

"This vessel has become old, and weak." The Queen replied. "With a willpower like yours, we could achieve perfection. You are going to become my next vessel. Resistance is futile."

"Do what you want, but I'm not going down without a fight." Marie bluffed, knowing she couldn't do anything to stop The Queen. "So spare yourself the trouble and find someone else."

"The most difficult endeavors are always the most rewarding." The Queen replied, stabbing tiny tubules into the implant connected to Marie's spine.

It was like being adrift in the ocean. Suddenly, the Collective was there, loud in her mind. She tried to resist, but she could feel herself being pulled ever lower under the cacophony of voices that had invaded her brain. She clawed for the surface, for some semblance of control, but it wasn't enough.

The voice that was Dr. Marie Kaneyama vanished into the hive mind, leaving her body fresh for the taking. The Queen's body collapsed with a resonant 'clank', the restraints on Marie's body pulling away for the new Queen to rise.

"We told you, Marie." The Queen tested out her new body, moving its fingers and rolling its shoulders as she stood up. "Resistance was futile."

#oc shit #revan writes #marie kaneyama #star trek oc #oc creator bingo #borg assimilation! yay!

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come-along-pond · 6 months

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notes: My second box for the @occreatorexchange prompt bingo. This is my first full published smut so uh, please be kind. We can thank @curious-kittens-ocs, @astarionbae and @endless-oc-creations for dealing with my complaining and begging for peer review.

warnings: NSFW. Swearing, kissing, fingering, p in v, no protection, kitchen sex, titty sucking, edging, scratching and leaving marks. Bruce says 'good girl' because I'm a slut. IF YOU HATE THE WORD TITS DON’T READ.

Isabella Wayne (OC) x Bruce Wayne: MaleDom

AO3 VERSION

“Harls I love you, I do, but I can not listen to the same story for the fifth time,” Isabella Wayne is standing outside her apartment, keys in one hand, her mobile in the other, pressed to her ear. Harley had been talking her ear off nonstop ever since she’d left the Grocery Store - ‘Gotham’s a scary place Izzie, you gotta stay safe’, she didn’t realise the irony in that.

Bella pushes open her door, not expecting to see the lights already on, she has a moment of panic before she sees a familiar silhouette leaning on her kitchen counter.

She doesn’t acknowledge him, merely continuing to listen to the woman on the other side of the phone, and placing her shopping bag on the kitchen island, she starts to unpack and places two wine bottles down, the figure picks one up and inspects it, almost disgusted by the cheap alcohol.

“As entertaining as you are darling, I’m going to go drown myself in the bath with a bottle of wine,”

“You’re so rich,” she can feel Harley’s eye roll.

“Bye,” Isabella sings her farewells and hangs up, placing her phone on the counter, “I thought you of all people would be against breaking and entering,”

“I didn’t break anything, just entered,” Isabella’s husband shrugs “Who was that,” he gestures to her phone

“Oh don’t be jealous Brucie, she’s just a friend,” Bella winks and Bruce sighs

“Isabella-“

“You keep enough tabs on me Bruce, you could find out very easily,” she grumbles, opening the fridge to put away her small carton of milk.

“I thought maybe I’d give you a chance to be honest for once,” that stung, he knew it did and Bella turns away from him.

“Am I not allowed friends? Am I supposed to be imprisoned in my apartment, only seeing you and business associates, you don’t even look at me properly anymore,”

“I do,” he says firmly, but there’s something underlying like it’s something to be ashamed of “I’m sorry…” This happened a lot, he’d come over, and they’d bite at each other until someone cracked Bella sighs and joins him by the counter, crossing her arms and mirroring his position.

A moment passes, then another.

“It was Harley,”

“I know,” of course he did

“Why are you here Bruce?” Isabella asks, she looks up at the taller man, his jaw was as sharp as ever, but his stubble had grown past his old limit.

It takes him a minute to respond, battling with his thoughts, he tries to remember Isabella before Belle Reve, her kind eyes and calm demeanour, they were honest with each other then, or so he thought.

“I missed you,” he admits, placing his palms behind him.

“Me too,” she says quietly, looking right up at him, she places her hand on top of his and finally he turns to look at her, to properly look at her.

He isn’t sure how to feel about what he finds: she was still her with long blonde hair and determined brown eyes. She was still her.

He thinks maybe his life would be easier if she wasn’t.

“I still love you,”

“I know, me too,” with her response, Bruce cups his wife’s cheeks and pulls her in for a kiss. She responds instantly, moaning when he spins her around and pushes her against the kitchen island, his hands slip down her back and into her jeans, grabbing at the flesh of her ass while she grabs his arms for support.

“Bedroom?” she asks breathlessly, god he’d barely touched her and she needed him, in her defence, it’d been over a year since they’d been together.

Bruce pulls back, and looks her in the eyes “Are you sure?” she nods “Words sweetheart,”

“Fuck. Yes, yes I want this,” she breaths out and Bruce smirks, hoisting her up onto the counter, she grins into his neck, peppering kisses down it, she kicks off her heels and nudges his leg “Shoes, Bruce,” he reluctantly sighs, but pauses to slip out of them “You’re not running my flooring,” she says casually while slipping off her shirt.

“You’re so dramatic,” he kisses her again, nibbling at her lip while his large hands grope at her tits through her bra, As Isabella moans, her own hands run down to unbutton her jeans, but he stops her, grabbing her hands tightly “My job,” Bella grins and removes her hands, placing them on the counter behind her

“Want me to lay back as well?” she teases, but Bruce merely pushes her down, causing her to laugh he unzips her trousers and gently instructs her to lift herself up so he can shimmy them down, she complies and hears the gentle thud of the denim on the ground.

She was exposed now, her dark blue underwear on show for him to see, and his hands run down her thighs “Is this the set I bought you?” When Isabella goes to remind him that there was a point in her life where she exclusively wore underwear from him, she feels him swipe between her folds, collecting what had leaked through already, she thanks god he doesn't comment on how quickly he got her worked up. It takes him a while to move up her legs, massaging her ankles, and bringing his lips to her knees, slowly kissing up her thigh.

“Bruce..” she moans out

“Mhm?” he continues his actions, leaving a light hickey on her thigh

“Touch something…please,” she’s breathless, feeling her slick pool in her underwear

“I’ve got to warm you up darling,” he squeezes her thighs, one hand reaches up to her bra and slips under it, squeezing her right boob, causing her to sigh in relief, the other hand easily slips off her underwear, leaving her almost fully exposed. He gently cups her whilst his right thumb flicks at her breast, Bella gasps sharply, but it quickly turns into a moan when he starts to slowly circle her clit.

“Bruce please,” she groans, she felt like she was on fire, her slick was starting to get uncomfortable, and she just needed something, some friction. Thankfully, Bruce listens to her, and his middle finger slips inside her, slowly moving in and out.

“God you’re still so tight,” he picks up the pace, and Isabella arches her back

“More,” she moans out

“Have you forgotten who’s in charge here?” he says sharply, pulling his finger out, leaving her empty again, Bella wants to kick him, but she sits up, his hands both on her thighs.

“Please,” she adds, he smirks, and soon she’s back lying on the table, two fingers now inside her, slowly speeding up.

“Good girl,” he praises, and she lets out a damn near pornographic moan “Gonna take me so well later,” she starts to babble, mixing his name in with’ pleases’ while his thumb continues to circle her sensitive nub.

“Fuck..Fuck, fuck!” She’s close, she moans loudly, arching her back, her core tightens and she wants to both squirm away from Bruce and force him to go faster, leaving her a screaming mess. She feels it near and then…

Nothing.

He’d pulled his fingers out and left her just on the edge of her release.

“Oh you ass,” she sighs, breathing heavily, Bruce grabs her calves roughly, pulling her down the island before leaning over her so they’re face to face.

“What was that?” he asks, hiding a smirk

“Asshole,” she says boldly and he lets out a breathy laugh, his hand finding her core again, fingers filling her suddenly.

“Fuck!” he doesn’t give her time to warm up this time, moving in and out with two fingers and with such a speed Bella can hardly compute it, all she can do is swear loudly. She doesn’t know what to do with her hands, putting them above her head whilst her legs pull Bruce closer as she nears her end again “I’m close…don’t, don’t you dare-” she’s so nearly there, her heels digging into Bruce’s back, she can see his hard-on but knows he has the self-control not to take her right there, god she hated that right now.

Again, his hands leave her just as she nearly falls over the edge, tears are forming now, but god she loved it, he knew she did.

Isabella doesn’t say anything, only putting her hand down, gesturing for Bruce to hold it, he does and she squeezes it tightly “You okay?” he asks, and she just lets out a breathy giggle.

“If you let me cum I’ll be much better,”

He tuts softly “C’mon, sit up,” she does as she’s told and he scoops her up in his arms, she screeches and grabs on behind his neck, giggling as he carries her to the bedroom.

The apartment had been nearly abandoned since Isabella had moved in with Bruce all those years ago, it was used as an office for her, somewhere to go when the Cabin was too far away, and she needed a break from work. Now, it’s become her permanent residence again, she’d been picked up from Bella Reve in a simple Range Rover and driven here, not to her home with Bruce, to a dusty apartment with no one to speak to.

Slowly, Bella had started to redecorate, and the bedroom hadn’t been touched yet, with cream walls and a collection of musky-smelling candles on her dresser.

Bruce lays his wife down on her bed, hovering over her to press soft kisses to her lips, he was gentler now, and Bella couldn’t help but wonder if the guilt of leaving her had kicked in, she really wasn’t good at not being sad these days, and that still applied during sex apparently.

She runs her fingers through his hair and he starts to kiss down her jaw, he bites at her neck and she moans, scratching at his scalp. That got his attention and he pulled back, lifting his tight black t-shirt over his head, revealing his abs.

Isabella shamelessly checks him out, biting her lip and grinning, she sits up and grabs the back of his head, connecting their lips suddenly and pulling him back down with her, her hands roaming over his chest, this makes him moan and she smiles into the kiss, her hands reaching his belt and undoing it. He lets her do it, his own hands moving to her back, unhooking her bra, his lips unlock with hers and starts to suck at her left boob, whilst his right hand fondles the other one, his left-hand sneaks down to her opening, collecting the slick once again. He inserts his fingers for the fourth time, this time moving slowly to match his pace on her tits.

It doesn’t take long to get Bella to the edge again, he’d worked her up so much - denying her an orgasm twice, and looking far too hot while doing it. She tries not to show that she’s about to cum this time, but her moans become more high pitched and her grip on his hair tightens. Bruce slithers up her next, whispering in her ear

“Come on baby, let go,” that does it, her walls clench around his fingers and she pulls at his hair.

“Bruce..oh fuck!” she screams and her juices flood the bed, god it felt so good, he continues through it letting her ride her high.

Slowly, he removes himself from her and she complains at the lack of closeness, he kisses her softly before standing up and slipping off his slacks, then his boxers, Isabella watches his dick spring up, pre cum smeared over the tip, and she moans at the sight of it. It was as mouth-watering as she remembered, with a thick girth and decent length, her core clenches just at the sight of it. Bruce gets back on the bed, he kisses her again, and she chases his lips.

“You ready?” he checks and she nods “Wo-”

“Yes,” she doesn’t need him to finish the sentence “Fuck, please,” he smirks and pumps himself slowly, groaning at the feeling of his own hand, oh how he often imagined her manicured fingers around him instead of his own, how he remembered the tightening of her cunt around him.

Bruce slowly lowers himself down and inserts himself into Bella, she gasps ever so slightly, letting out a shaky hum and Bruce joins her.

“Taking me so well, fuck,” he bottoms out after the slow process, Bella lets him stay there for a moment as both of them relish in the tight stretch of her “Missed you,” he whispers into her ear and she shivers “so much, god,” his hips buck involuntarily and she gasps.

“You can move,” she greenlights and he pulls back before sharply re-entering, both gasp and slowly he picks up his pace, the bed shakes as he grunts

“Fuck…So perfect,”

Isabella grabs onto his biceps, her nails digging into the skin, the pain edges him on and Bruce keeps up the rough pace, his own grunts of pleasure mixing with Bella’s moans “Faster. Oh fuck, shit,” she feels the rope tighten in her stomach again, and she screams out “I’m close!”

“Just a little bit longer, come on, you can take it,” Bruce watches her tits jiggle with each of his thrusts “Come on,”

“I can’t-” she scratches down his arms “Gotta cum,” the pressure is too much, he’s so big, she’s so full “Please Bruce, let me - please, oh shit,”

“Let go, darling, come on,” with that, the dam breaks, and again, Bella moans loudly, arching her back, her hips jerk with the sensation and Bruce continues his thrusting, he tucks her hair behind her ear, kissing her as his own pleasure builds, her walls trying to milk him dry “Can I- shit,” he groans and Bella recognises the signs, her fingernails scratch at his scalp

“You can cum inside,” she explains and that's what makes him let go, his cum coating her walls. He rides out his own release and Bella continues to moan. Finally, he collapses on her, the heavyweight comforting.

Both lay there breathless for a few minutes, overwhelmed by the mix of emotions they’d both felt. Bella feels her eyes slip shut, and Bruce slowly stands up, his cock exiting her, she groans at the emptiness, and crosses her legs.

Bruce stands up and starts to walk away from the bed, Isabella looks up, just seeing his backside as he puts on his boxers.

“Don’t leave,” she says panicked, tears in her eyes, he looks almost offended but remembers the post bliss, vulnerable state she’s in and leans down to kiss her temple.

“I’m just getting a cloth sweetheart,” he reassures, and when he returns from the en-suite, he cleans her up, ending the night with her in his arms.

#bruce wayne smut #batfleck smut #bruce wayne x oc #bruce wayne fanfiction #batman smut #batman x oc #batman fanfiction #dceu fanfiction #oc: isabella wayne #ocx bingo #ocappreciation #ocapp #ochub #allaboutocs #my writing

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bardic-tales · 1 year

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Title: Halloween Hijinks

Pairing: Bianca || Sephiroth

Rating: General

Word Count: 332

Fandom: Final Fantasy

Warnings: AU: Canon divergent. Canon x OC

Summary: Bianca insists on offering high-quality treats for trick-or-treaters, while Sephiroth has a very different point of view.

Prompt Filled: “You can’t buy candy corn for trick or treaters! That’s the fruitcake of Halloween.”

Created for @occreatorexchange

Tags: @starryeyes2000 @residentdormouse @megandaisy9 @themaradwrites @prehistoric-creatures @arrthurpendragon

Halloween Hijinks

“You can’t buy candy corn for trick or treaters!” Bianca exclaimed, as she snatched the bowl of candy from Sephiroth’s hands. She clutched the bowl, not wanting to return it to Sephiroth and his bad candy. “That’s the fruitcake of Halloween!”

This was her first Halloween since fate transported her from Earth to Gaia, and it was her favorite holiday. The celebration was among the things that she missed most about her home world. She didn’t know why dressing up in a costume meant so much to her, but it did.

It’s the perfect night to be my true self. During Halloween, Bianca had no one demand of her to bind her wings or wear normal color contacts to hide the color of her eyes. She could simply exist in her skin and none would judge her. They’d simply compliment her realistic costume.

In exchange, Bianca loved to serve only the best treats to visiting trick or treaters. She was the house that gave out full-size candy bars, making sure that her home would be well-remembered by the kids.

“You doubt me?” Sephiroth stared at her and crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. His lips curled into a faint smile, which dissipated quickly and made Bianca wonder if it was even there. “It’s sweet and comes in three colors.”

Bianca’s ebony wings rested against her back as she stared down at the bowl of candy. The candy corn pieces seemed never-ending and kept appearing.

“Candy corn doesn’t taste sweet,” Bianca went to the metal cupboard, opened it, and retrieve several packages of full-sized Shinra Caramel Fusion, Peanut Blast, and Marshmallow Delight. “It tastes like sadness and tears.”

“Sadness and tears?” Sephiroth tilted his head. “But candy corn tastes sweet. It’s the quintessential Halloween candy.”

“And fruitcake is the quintessential Christmas food. Yet no one likes to receive fruitcake, and no one likes to receive candy corn. I think you are the only one who likes candy corn — and, of course, old people.”

#oc: bianca moore - ff #character: sephiroth #ocx-tober #writblr fan fiction #final fantasy fanfiction #au: canon divergent #oc x canon #final fantasy 7 #fd: final fantasy #fantasy world collide #flash fiction: fwc #flash fiction: fwc - ff #fwc

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fattybattysblog · 5 months

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OC Creator Bingo - Idiots in Love

Next up on the OCX Bingo is "Idiots in Love"! This time, I'm gonna use this one to introduce BG3 Saph to my AO3 account. And I get to do some stuff with Gale <3

We only have 1 left! I hope I can get into the smut mood for the last one!

This event was held by @occreatorexchange, make sure you follow them to catch OC events!

Grace in Battle

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

OC Involved: Saphira Nightingale (BG3 Era)

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dream-beyond-the-fantasy · 10 months

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Thank you @themaradwrites and @munstysmind for hosting the @occreatorexchange Prompt-oween Halloween Prompt Challenge. You gave me the chance to write for a month and a half, find my creativity again, and explore my OCs, including newer ones like Molly Yates and Violet Evans. I know I stalled out on the last few prompts, but one day, I do plan to write them.

Thank you for the lovely moodboard of my Cobra Kai OC, Alyssa Riley Morgan-Parker!

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munstysmind · 9 months

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It’s officially Christmas here in Australia!!

Merry Christmas @chickensarentcheap

I hope you like your @occreatorexchange gift for Tyler and Esme 🙂

#occreatorexchange #ocxmas #ocx Christmas #fic gift exchange #tyler and esme series

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shrinkthisviolet · 6 months

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OCX Prompt Bingo — Missing Scenes

Fandom: The Flash

Pairing: Morgan & Thawne, Barry & Morgan (implied)

Characters: Morgan Wells (OC), Eobard Thawne/Harrison Wells (“Eowells”)

Thanks so much to @occreatorexchange for hosting this event! Anyone who wants to participate should head over to this post and fill out the form 💞

Summary:

“You see,” he murmured, “there are some people who use terrifying forces for good. And when it comes to lightning…well, there’s one hero that comes to mind. A hero with lightning in his eyes and coursing through his veins…a hero as quick as a blink, trailing lightning wherever he went.”

“A…hero?”

“Indeed. The lightning gave this hero the power to do good—to be fast, to be brave…the best there ever was.”

6-year-old Morgan has feared thunderstorms for a while. Eowells thinks he finally has a permanent cure.

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thechaoticfanartist · 7 months

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Before The Storm

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No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary: Chancellor Palpatine has been captured by General Grievous. As Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi rush to his rescue, Grim Kennet fears for the outcome. She knows more than anyone how much rests on the upcoming battle.

Character(s): Grim Kennet (OC), Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi

Relationship(s): Grim Kennet & Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Grim Kennet

Additional Tags: Missing Scene, Pre-Star Wars: Revenge Of The Sith, Hurt/Comfort,

Note: For @occreatorexchange prompt bingo fill "missing scenes"

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Palpatine had been captured. Revenge of the Sith had begun.

Well, not yet. They were still on their way to Coruscant. But knowing that this was the beginning of the end was enough for Grim.

While Obi-Wan and Anakin discussed battle plans and strategy to rescue the Chancellor, Grim went off on her own to find a space where she wouldn’t bother anyone. Finding this place she ignited her lightsaber beginning to train. She didn’t work on more simple moves either, she practiced some of the most complex moves she knew of.

This had become a standard routine. Whenever Grim was stressed she would lose herself in lightsaber practice. It had become part of how she had quickly learned and become skilled with her lightsaber combat, even enough to hold her own against Sith Lords, even if she had lost those fights. Although these training sessions often left her exhausted and overworked.

Grim had always dealt with anxiety for the future. She knew what was to come and did everything in her power to change the events. Except now Revenge of the Sith had started and she didn’t know if she had changed anything for it, and it might be too late to do so now.

Obi-Wan and Anakin were discussing a plan when they noticed that Grim was not with them. Obi-Wan frowned remembering how worried Grim had looked when he had told her the news. She was always worried about something, but he had never seen her as worried as she had been then.

“Have you seen Grim?” Obi-Wan asked Anakin.

“I think I saw her run off to be alone somewhere,” Anakin admitted.

He sighed. She was training again. He had noticed that it had become a coping strategy for her when she was stressed, although he had tried to get her to take up meditating more instead. She would not listen to him and continued to overwork herself to distract herself. “I should probably talk with her,” said Obi-Wan. He did not need his Padawan to overwork herself right before a battle.

“I’ll go with you, Grim has seemed to be stressed a lot lately,” said Anakin.

“She has. There’s been a lot on her mind I think, but she won’t talk to me about it. A lot like another Padawan I once had.”

Anakin rolled his eyes. “I was not that bad.”

“No,” agreed Obi-Wan. “You were worse.”

“Hey!”

The two Jedi found Grim and just as Obi-Wan had thought she was training to distract herself from her emotions. They stood there for a moment watching Grim before Obi-Wan decided to alert her of their presence. “Grim,” he said.

At her name she turned around and Obi-Wan and Anakin saw that she had been crying too. Grim deactivated her lightsaber and clipped it back to her belt before wiping away her tears. “Yes, Master?”

“Are you okay, Tiny?” Anakin asked her.

“Yep,” said Grim, sounding as stressed as she was.

“You don’t sound okay,” said Anakin.

“Are you stressed?” Obi-Wan asked.

“No, what gave you that idea?” Grim asked, rolling her eyes. She knew Obi-Wan could tell she was stressed, Anakin too.

Obi-Wan sighed. “Grim, we’re worried about you. You’ve been stressed a lot lately, Anakin and I have both noticed.”

“Well the Chancellor has just been captured by General Grievous of course I’m fucking stressed!” snapped Grim. “I bet the two of you are as well! I mean the entire future of the galaxy can depend on us and this mission! Am I not supposed to be stressed about that?”

“You’re allowed to feel however you want, but you shouldn’t overwork yourself,” Obi-Wan told her.

“And definitely not right before a mission like this,” Anakin agreed.

Grim sighed, frustrated and still so very stressed. “Maybe you’re right, but this- everything depends on us.”

“Not everything, Tiny. Just the whole Republic.”

“Oh yeah, no pressure at all. Just the entire Republic.” Grim rolled her eyes.

Anakin had no idea that everything really did boil down to this. All three of them. Their choices could change everything or keep it all the same, and the entire galaxy would feel the repercussions good or bad. Anakin’s choices most of all.

Anakin tried to give Grim a playful smile but he was worried too, and she understood.

“Maybe we should discuss this,” Obi-Wan suggested.

“Discuss what?” Grim asked.

“Our stress. You’re not the only one who is worried, Grim,” he said. “Maybe if all three of us talk about what we’re worried about-”

“No,” Grim and Anakin both said. Neither one of them were willing to share their concerns with the others.

Obi-Wan sighed, both his Padawans were so stubborn and they would never communicate with him when he tried to help them. “It was just a suggestion.”

“We should go over how we’re going to rescue the Chancellor again,” Anakin suggested.

“That’s hard to do when we don’t know what to expect,” Obi-Wan pointed out. “We’ve already gone over some plans-”

“Yeah, but Tiny wasn’t there. She should know the plans.”

“Kick Sep butt, save the day, get back home,” said Grim, rolling her eyes. “I know the plan, same as always isn’t it?”

“This is a rescue mission so the goal is to get the Chancellor back to Coruscant safely, not destroying as many droids as possible,” Obi-Wan reminded her.

“Who said I can’t do both? Whoever turns the most clankers into scrap wins.”

Anakin grinned, the challenge reminded him of old times with Ahsoka. He chuckled a little. “You sound like Snips, Tiny.”

Obi-Wan sighed. “She sounds like you, Anakin.”

Grim couldn’t help but laugh. “How dare you suggest I sound like Skywalker, Master.” She joked.

“What’s wrong with sounding like me?”

“Do you want a list?” Grim asked.

“Hey!”

Obi-Wan shook his head with a small smile. “You two seem to be in better spirits at least.”

Grim’s smile fell. “Oh no, far from it Master. Just trying to ignore it.”

“Well you can’t just ignore your fear, Padawan.”

“I know. I think I’m going to meditate now. Maybe you’re right and it will do better than just training.”

“I’m glad to see you taking my advice. Just don’t miss the mission briefing.”

Grim gave a lazy playful salute. “Of course not, General.”

Obi-Wan shook his head with a smile. He and Anakin left to prepare for the upcoming battle.

Grim sat down and crossed her legs. She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing first and then sinking into the Force.

Grim could see the light. She never truly saw the dark of the Force. She saw an absence of light. In the galaxy there was lots of light. Some brighter than others. On this very ship there was this.

The clones were there. Unique in the Force. Grim was able to tell each one of them apart.

Anakin was there. His light bright and dull at the same time whilst flickering in and out. On the edge of darkness, although the flickering was slow. More akin to seeing a visual of deep breathing with the pace. The Padawan wondered how long his light would last. If it was a dying flame she could not save.

Obi-Wan was there. His light was a beacon of it. He was the light. Bathed in it. To Grim it seemed as if the dark could never touch him. Obi-Wan was the brightest star in the galaxy to her. Matched only by Yoda who was as bright and strong as a sun.

Grim reached out further. Trying to reach towards where this battle was led. The feeling there was strange. There was the bright light of the Temple and all the people in it. The light of the regular people of the world. Then the missing void in the space above the planet. Most times there was light above the planet but Grim felt nothing…well almost nothing. She felt some of the living people in Grievous’ fleet as well as a little for Grievous himself. But the droids were nothing, and so were the Sith.

She couldn’t rescue Palpatine, saving him kills the Jedi. Grim knew this, but she also knew she couldn’t just directly kill the Chancellor in cold blood. Not only would that be treason it would reflect horribly on Obi-Wan and she couldn’t have that. But she couldn’t let him live either. She needed a way to be more discreet. She needed a plan.

The Padawan knew this mission was dangerous. With the right cover she could frame his death as an accident. She remembered the scene where Anakin and Palpatine were running through the empty elevator shaft before the ship was righted and they almost fell. If Grim could cause Palpatine to fall in that scene, well nobody would blame her.

It would be the perfect cover. She just had to wait.

Her plan relied on Palpatine’s for as much as she hated it. She just had to alter things. She could do that. She’s done it before.

She smiled a little. A plan in mind. She could save the Jedi. She had to. If she didn’t then everything she had done would be for nothing. She would not accept that.

Grim focused on the Force for a little longer. Keeping her mind on the light.

Her comm beeped. “Grim, you’re going to miss the briefing,” came Obi-Wan’s voice.

Grim’s eyes fluttered open. “Sorry Master, I’ll be there shortly.” She jumped up and ran to the war room, using the Force to boost her speed.

Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Cody were standing at the holotable waiting for her. Grim slid to a halt, before she hit the table. “I’m here.”

“That was fast,” said Obi-Wan.

“Didn’t want to miss it,” she replied. She went and stood in her usual spot between Obi-Wan and Cody.

“From what the Council has informed me, Chancellor Palpatine is somewhere aboard ‘The Invisible Hand,’ we should expect large resistance from the Separatist fleet.” Obi-Wan said.

“They will be trying to escape so we need to keep them above Coruscant until the Chancellor is safely rescued,” added Anakin.

Grievous wouldn’t be trying too hard to leave. Sidious and Dooku would make sure things worked out to keep them there. Grim, Obi-Wan, and Anakin were heading straight for a trap that only the Padawan was aware of. That’s when the thought occurred to her that Palpatine might have planned something for her as well. She was filled with dread for a moment. What would he have planned? He kept her alive for a reason. Unless that was too big of a risk now. She shook the idea out of her head. She couldn’t get distracted like this.

“Grim?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Hm?” Grim asked.

“You were lost in your thoughts.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“What’s bothering you this badly?” Anakin asked.

“Yeah kid, we’ve all seen you stressed before but never like this,” Cody added.

“A lot counts on us is all,” she said, waving away her concerned friends.

“And it has before, and yet you were never as worried as this,” Obi-Wan said.

Grim bit the inside of her cheek. They really had all noticed. “We know the war depends on this. The future of the galaxy is at stake here, I’m just worried about that. I’ll be fine.”

None of them look convinced.

She sighed. “It's just a lot, okay? I promise there's nothing else.”

“Padawan, may we talk privately for a moment?” He asked her.

She hesitated. “Okay,” she sighed.

They walked together to an empty place in the ship, Obi-Wan leading her with a hand behind her back, resting on her shoulder. Once he was sure they were alone he turned to her. His face was cast in a shadow that seemed to reflect the seriousness of the situation. “Have you seen this before? You knew exactly what happened before I told you,” he said.

She looked at the ground, rather than looking at Obi-Wan. She wanted to tell him, but her concern would only make him worry more if he knew that she was scared of what she had seen take place.

“Grim?”

“I don't want to talk about this, I'm sorry Master. Rescuing the Chancellor is far more important than my feelings anyways.”

“Just don't let those feelings distract you, or control you. You must have a clear mind.”

“I know, Master. I promise you, I won't let my fear get the better of me.”

He hesitated for a moment. “Very well, I trust you. Let's go back to the briefing now, shall we?”

“Of course, Master.”

They walked back to the war room of the ship, where Anakin and Cody were still at the holotable. They seemed to have been having a conversation when the two came back in.

Grim didn't actually bother to pay too much attention to the briefing. She already knew everything, and she knew more details than the others. She knew she should warn of the trap that Dooku had set, and yet she remained silent.

If they knew of Dooku’s hand in this, they would be prepared for him. There was the chance that if they were prepared then perhaps Obi-Wan would stand a better chance against him. As much as Grim cared for her Master, in order for her plan to succeed he would have to be unconscious for it to work.

Nobody would approve of her plan. It was treasonous after all, but it was for a good reason. They would understand that in time. She had to be as subtle as possible, Palpatine's death had to be framed as an accident.

She knew of the risk she was taking. Everything she had done since appearing in Star Wars had been a risk. Every choice she had ever made led her to this. Here and now.

When they exited out of hyperspace everything would matter. Everything she had done. Everything she never did. All of it would matter. Reaching Coruscant was the beginning of the end.

As the ship prepared to enter realspace, the three Jedi rushed to the hangar. Their fighters awaited them. The battle awaited them.

Fate waited for them.

#grim kennet #star wars #my oc #star wars oc #jedi oc #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #my writing #grim & obi wan & anakin #grim & anakin & obi wan #this was finished so quickly because this bingo prompt actually gave me inspiration to finish an old wip 😅#i hope that counts? otherwise i can totally make another fic for missing scenes #the chaos trio

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