#please tell me that you like my oc i'm so fragile about him

[pynkgothicka]

Inspired by one of your reblogged posts..

I really want to see dark! misogynistic Jason Todd with a somewhat innocent! girlfriend. He was so sweet to her until they started dating; Now he just can't be bothered with her. He consults his friends about it on COD, or some other incel hangout, and they advise him to put reader in her place.

He comes home one day to reader laying in bed on her phone and he just can't seem to control himself. He's spewing out degrading thoughts, about how he's just so sweet to her and all she can do is complain, and not even be grateful that Jason's using his precious time to breed and lay his claim her needy cunt. Using and absolutely destroying her like the plaything she is.

(also, can i be 🐢 anon? i feel like I'll be returning to you for a while.. i love ur work!)

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Pairing - Dark! Misogynistic! Incel! Jason Todd x Innocent! Girlfriend! AFAB! Reader

Featuring - Rest of the Batboys

Tags and Warnings - Incel behavior, noncon, name calling, misogyny, medication, gaslighting, degrading, abuse, violence against oc/reader

Authors Note - Back tew my roots!!!! And ofc I would love to finally have anons!! Also sorry this took eons-

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! These depictions don't pertain to reality. This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

Jason watched you in your shared small apartment. He couldn't figure out what went wrong between the two of you. It started whenever he moved in. Jason was never so used to having somewhere there 24/7.

You were just so needy and particular.

“Jason? Baby… what do you want for dinner tonight?” You ask coming to sit by him. Your hands ran over his arm and kissing at his visable scars. Jason pulled away from you, the feeling making his skin tingle.

He watched as your face fell and you sigh before getting up and grabbing your purse. “I'm going grab something to eat tonight. Please remember to take your medicine.” You say heading to the door and leaving.

“I don't need them.” Jason replied quickly looking at you as you straightened up the living room before leaving. “I told you about reminding me to do shit.”

Jason watched as you just sighed again. “I tell you because I want you to be better baby. I don't want to keep doing things alone, I just want us to be better.” You said doting once again, keeping your sweet nature with Jason. But he only saw that as pity and he hated it. He hissed before rolling his eyes and getting up, the couch going back by his sheer strength. “I don't care what's for dinner. Just get out.”

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“I don't know what to do with her. She's just so fucking annoying.” Jason rambles into his microphone. He was playing COD with some online friends. One of his friends, N1ghtVV1ng laughs into his own mic.

“Well what is she doing huh? My girl treats me just right, and even allows me to fuck whenever I want.” He taunts. Jason rolled his eyes at his friends comments. “And she's so tight, god I trained her right.”

“Dude that's so gross.” RedRobinYum, another one of his friends said.

“Well, she just keeps bothering me. Then whenever I try to ask for something she just reminds me to take my meds.” Jason sneered. “Its the same shit, all these dumb questions. I just want her to stay with me and not bug me.”

“Well have you tried putting her in her place? Show her what you want from her.” DamitheBest says. Jason hummed at that suggestion.

“She's just so fragile, I'm afraid she might bre-”

“Get that shit out of your mind now.” Dami says. “Show her who's the boss before she does. Women will kick you to the curb and leave you for someone who'll tolerate that shit they pull.”

“Literally don't listen to these freaks, sit down and talk to her.” RedRobin chimes in. “With any relationship just talk it out, trust me I do that with my partner and we just talk everything out.”

Jason could hear Dami make a buzzer noise that almost broke his mic. “Nope, don't listen to him. Red, he's gotta put his foot down. Cut out any disobedience from his girl.”

Jason looked down at that, the thought of hurting you almost sickeningly turned him on. Dami was right and had always been. Jason just needed to man up and confront you.

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“What are you doing?”

You turn around from your spot on the bed too see Jason, standing in the doorway. You smile before getting back on your phone, his voice making you feel better that he's still around.

Yet majority of the time, Jasons voice always brought you a sense of worry and hurt. Worrying so much for and about him made you into someone who barely cared for yourself. It was always Jason, and everything you did was for him.

“Nothing really, I'm just kind of bored.” You reply. Jason stares at you, face blank. His eyes leered at your body as you just so casually laid down. Almost as if just waiting for you to say something. Anything.

“Your not going to bug me to take my meds?” Jason practically spat out. You turned around moving to where you sat on the bed. “Not gonna ask me to take out the trash, help around the apartment?

You furrow your brows. “What? Why are you talking to me like that?” You asked looking at him. “I- What did I do?”

“You dont like it when someone stands against you?” He replied completely ignoring your question. Everything about Jason's words and demeanor frightened you. It was like he genuinely hated you.

You stood up walking towards him slowly. “Jay… it's okay. I think you're having a episode…” You say keeping your voice low. Jason's chest came up and down as he kept getting more and more enraged. You reached out a hand to touch his arm, but Jason pushed you away. Your lower back hit the vanity you both built when you moved in.

“You think I'm having a episode?! Of course you do, you don't just think I'm pissed?” He replied moving to tower over you. You put a hand on the vanity to stand back up. Your chest heaved as your lungs tried to keep up with your heart. You pushed past him leaving through the bedroom door.

Back burning, you looked for your keys. “I'm done with this, all I want is what's best for you. But you've treated me like shit, and I'm done with it.” You said seeing reaching for your keys.

But they were picked up and thrown across the room.

Jason pushed your head against your kitchen island. You groaned out and began to thrash around. Jason snarled at you, keeping you detained.

Hr laughed in your face and seemingly just waited for you to calm down. “I like it when your quiet.” He said leaning down to kiss the back of your head. Your breathing shuddered as you began to cry quietly. Jason reveled in your weakness a hand resting on the back of your neck, the other on your back.

“What did I do Jason … What did I do so wrong…?” You said, your words breaking with your own tears.

“Get on my nerves… I'm such a good boyfriend, yet all you do is complain. I'm sick of that, so I'm going to change it.” Then you feel Jason's arm brush against you as he reached for the kitchen scissors. “Stay still, unless you want to get hurt. I could care either less.” He said as he took the scissors to your shirt. Cutting down the fabric, leaving you exposed as you chose not to wear a bra.

Starting to kick at Jason again, flipping around to try and get away. That attempt was failed, as Jason took your throat in hand, slamming your head back onto the counter. Your vision blurred on impact as he took off your shirt completely. The impact made you dizzy and start to become unaware. Jason saw that, and quickly took advantage of it, kissing at your neck.

He was going to get himself off.

It was what you owed him.

His kisses trailed down to your stomach, tongue dipping into every dip in your skin. You let out dazed cries as tears poured down your cheek. “You've always been so gorgeous. Don't you see how good you could have it?” Jason commented quietly as he pulled down your sweatpants along with your panties. He blew on your cunt, watching just how wet you became at his actions. “Do I have to keep beating you for you to keep still.”

Biting at your bottom lip to hold back tears you shake your head. He smiled as you shivered from his breathing. Jason pushed his head into your cunt, lapping at your exposed pussy. You bit at your bottom lip, trying to stay quiet. You couldn't give him that satisfaction, just once you wanted to be stronger than what you actually were. But Jason knew you, his hand coming down on your ass, making you yelp out. “Stop that, I want to hear you.” He said into your cunt as he continued to eat you out.

But Jason is Jason.

And Jason is selfish.

He only eats you out close enough to make you cum. He pulls away with the bottom half of of his face coated in your juices. You grabbed at the counter top, full on sobbing. “Please… Jay. Stop we can ta-” Jason's hand came crashing down next to your head, the sound of tile making you cry out more.

“You had your chance. You had multiple chances to talk, but you didn't. So now I'm putting you in your place.” He said, ignoring any protests you had. You could hear him undo his pants, the taunting noise of his zipper making your cries only louder. A dribble of spit hits your cunt, Jason's palm coming down to rub at your cunt. “Now shhh, while you take this dick.”

You let out a yell as Jason pushes his length all the way into you. He sits there, breathing heavy and labored.

His eyes stayed fixated on your pussy, swallowing his cock. He pulled out then pushed back in, your walls clamping on his length. His groans were deep as he took no time for you to adjust, fucking into you. Your body shook and shuddered as he held you down, using you for his own pleasure.

“You're so pretty like this,” Jason said his body pounding into your own. You continued to whimper under him, feeling your body become weak. His hand tangled in the mess he had made of your hair, using his strength to pull you up. “You need to be like this all the time, then I wouldn't have to deal with a bitch for a girlfriend.” He snickered into your ear. He said it like it was a threat, or a suggestion you couldn't turn down.

So you nodded in agreeance, his smile turning wicked as he fucked into you. You could feel his hips stutter as he reached his peak. Jason's hand moved to your clit as he rubbed at your bud. “You better cum with me or I'll keep raping this cunt.” That quickly snapped you back to reaily. The realization of needing to end the abuse he put you through, you tried feeling pleasure from the trauma he was putting you through.

Then you feel it. The feeling of you cumming alongside your cunt getting filled. You let out a choked gasp, Jason groaning as he filled you to the brim. His hand grabbed at your ass as he hissed. He pulled out watching as a dribbles of his cum dropped from your abused cunt. He quickly pushed it back into you with two thick fingers. Jason snickered before pulling up his boxers, leaving his jeans on the ground.

“Clean up in here, I'm getting back on the game.”

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[codemiracle]

Can you please tell me the backstory of the ocs...they are so gorgeous omg...thank u !!!...

My first ask... omg....!! (tries to seem calm about it) Thank u for asking!!! I'm glad you like them :((<3 The backstory of my ocs is still mostly a wip even to me (i change my mind often about things, especially when my mind fixates on different topics) But I can tell you more about the two ocs in this post here. tw: mentions of death, stalking, unhealthy behavior, dark stuff overall, and mentions of self-harm on Yuuta's part. (All of the images used here are CGs for the game.)

Yuuta is a deeply troubled person. His mother died when he was very young and he's been dealing with the loss of literally his only parental figure since (his father is literally the leader of a pyramid scheme cult and doesn't know about his existence) He despises how fragile humans can be and since then he tries to understand his own mortality through inflicting pain upon his own body. His mother died due to an illness he also has, an illness that causes parts of his body to suddenly get badly bruised or bleed without warning, his blood is really thin so stopping bleeding is hard for him too. He eventually finds some escape from his solitude exploring his darker side by meeting the MC (the character you control in the game) He gets deeply obsessed with them since he finds that inflicting pain on them (don't worry it's all consensual) is more relieving than doing it to himself. He loves the feeling of power it gives him, the feeling of a life hanging in between his fingers. And this time he won't let go so easily. He might be a little bit of a sharp-tongued person and sometimes can seem pretty harsh with people and even the MC, but it's due to the fear of losing someone again. When he really really gets into you he won't let you go, that's for sure. He can't let go of someone again.

Yotsuya it's quite the opposite of Yuuta, he doesn't hide his true feelings behind a mask of hatred and coldness, instead, he's a more shy but polite person, much more pleasant to be around tbh. But don't let that fool you. He has his own inner turmoil too. He's been following the MC for a while now (for unknown reasons) and seems pretty fixated on them, taking the same train as them after work, trying to make small talk as they bump into each other in conveniently the same places. He's always stressed from work, often you can find him just crying outside his workplace while he smokes (like in the drawing) or standing eerily quiet in the dark of night in the middle of the street. Not much is now about Yotsuya, but the fact he truly despises cheaters, often making remarks about cheating culture and hating on people who cheat on their partners. He seems to know the MC from somewhere else but refuses to say where they met the first time. Doesn't seem to have any connections or family, living alone in some simple apartment. I can't tell you much about him because I want you to discover who the "True" Yotsuya is (that's the point of his route.) But I can tell you, this guy isn't anything like it seems, he's quite the opposite of his sweet and shy persona when he's inside his home. That's his place, his playing field so to speak. He's no longer the meek office worker, but his true self.

Sorry, that was so much text.... and I feel like I didn't say anything interesting... feel free to ask if you need to know anything else!

<3

[luckytiggertalia]

Named, but Nameless

1.2k homelander x reader, sfw, fluff, headcanons about his birth name, a canon conversation between my oc and homelander written in an x reader format, she/her reader

Gaining such a strong connection with another human, after Madelyn, was something Homelander was convinced would never happen again nor would he ever try again. The fragility of human life and the strength of a supe never mixed well. Like water and oil, so close and yet always separate. Life and love didn't care about that, though. Life and love were the reciprocating shakers, vibrating and agitating the oil and water until they were as incorporated as possible. 

His couch was the shaker, and his knee was doing the shaking, bouncing up and down in rhythmic thumps. The foreign feeling of tightness in his chest overwhelmed him. He was a God. Why the hell was he feeling all these human emotions? What reason did he have to be so anxious? Beside him was nothing more than his mortal. He was stronger than her. He was braver than her. He could do anything and everything she couldn't. So why couldn't he respond to one simple question?

"Answer me.. please. Are you okay?" she said after concluding that he would stay silent. Her voice was laced with worry, with her brows knitted together. "Homelander?"

His supe name rolled off her tongue so deliciously, despite the name being admittedly bulky. Her voice carried that name through his every vein and artery, but the tightness in his chest remained. That was his name. He was Homelander. And yet, after gaining such a connection to her, the name felt… wrong. Perhaps it was the cliché of superheroes to have secret identities. Starlight had one, "Annie" they called her. Black Noir did, too, "Earving". Was his name worthy of being a secret identity?

"Homelander?" she repeated, speaking more sternly. She reached out to him, placing her hand over his bouncing knee, knowing all too well that she couldn't still it.

"John.." he said, his voice hushed.

"John?" she repeated.

Homelander grimaced, hearing her say it. This was a mistake. He said it too impulsively, and now it was too late to take it back. 

"J.. John. It's my birth name. Use it. If you want, I mean." The uncertainty in his voice made him sick. He sounded so pathetic, so unsure, so human. 

She didn't speak, instead just trying to read his expression. The silence sickened him. Was she judging him for his name? Was the name too simple or boring for her? He had never exactly told a partner his real name. They always seemed to just find out, whether by accident or by snooping. He had hoped being the one to tell this lover his name would feel liberating. Oh, how wrong he was. This felt suffocating. This felt like his identity was being forced upon him. This felt like that damned cage he was kept in as a child. John. John Doe. Named, but nameless. A science experiment with no sense of self. Only pain. Torment. Abuse. 

"Do you want me to call you that?" her voice rang out, presumably noticing how uncomfortably he stirred from her silence. 

He opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it again. Her knowing and using his assigned name was supposed to be the next step, and yet he wanted to say "no". Needed to say "no". 

"It's okay if you don't want me to, baby. I'm okay with just calling you Homelander."

His brow furrowed as he groaned, slamming his hands on the couch and forcing himself to his feet.

"No! No, you aren't… you aren't fucking getting it!" Homelander paced, his hand up near his mouth as he chewed on the leather of his crimson glove. "It isn't enough. 'Homelander' isn't enough! Everyone calls me that… Everyone uses that name. It's not special!" He hardly knew if he was making any sense to her. He wasn't even making any sense to himself. He knew he had no reason to get upset or frustrated because of something as trivial as a name, and yet he couldn't help it. He felt like a child. 

"Sweetheart, hey. It's alright. Let me try and understand, okay? Come here," she beckoned, arms opened and inviting. 

His teeth sunk harshly into the leather, his pacing slowing down as he glanced toward her. He stood still before going to reclaim his spot beside her, leaning into her warmth with his nose pressing into her neck. 

"Alright… So no 'John', and 'Homelander' isn't special enough. We could go with a nickname? I've used 'Homie' in the past. How about that one?"

The vibrations of her throat and the sound of her calmly beating heart soothed his unease. Always a problem solver, this one. The world would be damned if she ever couldn't find a solution to something.

"No… I like 'Homie', but it's still not special enough. I… I guess I want something more private. Just for us."

"Ah, I see." 

Silence again, but this time he knew she was just thinking. He didn't speak either, curious to see what his partner would come up with. She often surprised him with her ideas and suggestions and he hoped she would surprise him here, too. 

She broke the silence, "How about… Johnny? It is close to ‘John’, but far enough away to be special, and private, of course.”

The corner of his lip quirked in surprise. "Johnny?" he repeated, lifting his head off her shoulder. He had to fight back the smile forcing its way onto his lips. 

"Yeah! Johnny. I think it's cute, personally."

Homelander bit the inside of his cheek, averting his eyes all while turning his head away from her. That smile won and sat plastered across his lips. Hearing her say it again made a warmth blossom from his chest and spread to his every extremity. He could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks. It wasn't any spectacular nickname at all, rather common really, and yet it sat with him. The tightness and anxiety he had felt was quickly forgotten. 

"I mean, we can try it," he said with an attempt at sounding indifferent. He leaned back against the couch, head still turned away from her.

His response earned a small laugh from her, "We'll try it, then." He heard her leaning closer and saw her hand coming around out of his peripheral. Soft and tender, her hands held his face as if he were a fragile, porcelain doll. She turned his head to look at her, her eyes filled with nothing but affection and love for him. They stared deep into the blues of his own. Instinctively, his head leaned deeper into her hold, lips centimeters away from her palm.

"I love you, Johnny…" 

That…

It rolled off her tongue, her lips… It glided through the air like a feather. His eyes grew wider and softer, lips parting as he took it all in. Her voice echoed throughout his psyche. He latched onto the soundwaves, never wanting to forget how beautiful her words sounded. His mind felt numb and he felt a high he’d never experienced before. He felt lightheaded in the best way possible. All that combined with the softness and love in her eyes made him feel as if he would faint right in her arms. He leaned deeper into her touch, reaching a hand up to press hers harder into his cheek. He kissed her palm, lips smiling against her skin. 

I love you, Johnny…

"I love you too, my darling…"

[dickarchivist]

Hello!

I am obsessed with your OC Clone squad. Thanks for sharing them with us!

You said you’re taking requests so I’m sliding in with one 👀

I’m taking from the same delicious NSFW prompt list @dystopicjumpsuit used!

The prompt is “Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.” with Ghost. He seems so sweet and deeply caring. With his cybernetic eyes perhaps eye contact is important to him/his partner???

Do with this as you please, no pressure! 💕

Thanks @starrylothcat for the fic request!! I'm so excited to deliver, and for my sweet boy Ghost too 😭

I Will Know You Forever, Even In Darkness

Clone OC Ghost × fem!Reader (civilian mechanic) (new relationship)

Word count: 2860

🔞Minors DNI🔞

Prompt: “Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.”

Summary: After a scare on a mission, your new sweetheart's in recovery at the hospital. When you're finally allowed in to see him, you make up for lost time.

Contents and Warnings: fluff and smut the ultimate combo, bit of angst at the beginning, PiV sex, mentions of eye trauma (nothing graphic), yearning good lord the yearning this man does for you. Happy ending, pinky promise.

Author Notes: This fic takes place directly after the mission that causes Ghost to lose his eyes and get his prosthetics. No actual eye trauma is described in detail, it's only stated that he lost them from acid splash, and he's given cybernetics as a replacement.

Small cameo of others in Grave Squad, the jedi of the 404th, and even smaller cameo/mention of two other sw OCs I've made over the years.

Sorry this one's so long, but also not sorry at all because I think it's really good.

When The Crypt lands in the hanger, you're absolutely thrilled. Ghost and his brothers were home at last. You set down your tools and twll your assistant you'd be back in a second, to which they roll their eyes with a smile, "Boyfriend's back huh?"

"Shush," you giggle, and start toward the ship with glee. But the closer you gwt, the more your smile fades

Wraith is out first, Specter and Banshee carrying a stretcher after him, "Careful! He's fragile, don't jostle him, I just got his vitals stable again!"

Guilt bubbles in your stomach as you hope and hope that the clone on the stretch was Phantom. You wouldn't wish for any of them to be hurt, but please. Please, anyone but--

"Ghost's gonna be fine," Phantom stretcha as he gets out of the ship, play wrestling with Wraith in a bad attempt to lighten the worried media's mood, "You saved his face, I'm sure he'll thank you for that when he wakes up."

"If he wakes up, Tommy!" Wraith spits at his brother, poking his finger hard into his chest, "Like I said, he's fragile, we can't be too cautious! I don't know the extent, he could die for all-"

"Wraith." Specter's voice cuts like a knife. He had noticed you when you'd arrived, and knew all the talk wasn't helping your anxiety.

"He's... he's not going to die, right?" There's a tremble in your voice, your hands are gripping the front of your jump suit so tight its almost hard to breathe, "He can't, he's- please..."

Phantom pushes his brothers along, the stretcher jostling just enough that Ghost's arm falls limp from it, and the cry that comes from you is mournful enough to make the hanger fall silent.

Wraith tries to comfort you, but his anxious yammering only proves to make things worse. Phantom catches your shoulders, then pulls you into a hug, "Hey, hey Mesh'la, it's fine. It's fine, Cap's been in worse spots than this. His name is Ghost, not Dead Guy, right? Afterlife can't get him, he's stuck here with us. Take a breath, okay, it'll be fine. He'll be fine."

His brothers keep you up to date while you aren't allowed in to see Ghost. He's lost both his eyes. They tell you he was heroic, only thinking about the lives of the people he was protecting during the battle. Wraith later confides in you that he believes it was his fault, that if he hadn't forgotten his helmet, Ghost wouldn't have given him his. Ghost's eyes wouldn't have been lost. You want to be angry, but you know them too well at this point.

"Rai, you didn't take his helmet off him. You didn't throw the acid. You didn't do anything malicious... Specter said you kept him alive, it was your quick actions that saved him. Stop calling yourself Ghost's attacker, he'd hate to hear that..."

Wraith nods, but doesn't say anything else, just goes back to Ghost's hospital room to do his best in helping his brother. You get the feeling that Wraith isn't going to belive it's not his fault until Ghost tells him that himself.

On the fifth day, you hear a voice you don't recognize.

"I don't care, no one is going to replace Captain Ghost." There's a few garbled words, then the voice came back, more forceful, "Ghost, not CT-1313." There's another pause before you hear a snarl, "HIS NAME IS GHOST!"

There's hushed murmers, then the voice speaks again, "Good, now that we're clear that this is a man and not a number: you'll give him new eyes. Yes, I do mean that. I do not care what it costs you, he's an irreplaceable asset to the 404th, and I will not have him decommissioned when the best course of action is to replace what he's lost."

You don't realize how close you've gotten to the door until it a little girl grabs your hand, "It's not polite to easedrop... it's fun to do though."

You'd seen her once before, Ghost called her "Vod'ika", and you aren't sure if that's her name or not. She's got her ear pressed to the door, and she giggles, "Oooh, Master Dax is angry, he's using his little voice."

"Master-" when the door opens, a yellow zebrak in jedi robes stands before you. His bright blue eyes catch you, then the little girl behind you.

His glare turns to a funny face immediately. Hands beside his head flaired out, tongue sticking out, eyes crossed. It makes you laugh for the first time in days. "Good!" The zebrak booms, holding your shoulders, "We like happy. Happy means hope, and what's wrong with a little hope right? You must be this "Cyare" Ghostie has been muttering about in his sleep, I know all his brothers, and none of them have that moniker, Athena there is "Cyar'ika", so Cyare must be you!"

You know that word, you heard it often when you were a mandalorian foundling as a child. Beloved. Your face blooms with blush, and you look down at the kid behind you, then back to the man, "uh... y-yeah, I guess so."

"Good, good good good, excellent, good!" He puts his arm around your shoulders, leading you away from the door you'd been camped in front of since Ghost was admitted, "Listen Cyare, Ghost's gonna be fine, Wraith and another clone, I don't know if you know him, Repeat, they'll be preforming Ghost's surgery. Why you ask? Because I don't trust those smug asses with my boys!" His laugh booms again, and you can't help your giggle either, "Now, Re is from my previous Padawan, now a master, so proud. Re is from Annika's battalion, the 418th, let me tell you..."

Master Dax talks your ear off for hours. But it takes your mind off of the situation, and before you know it, Specter is collecting you from the enthusiastic jedi, "Buir, shut it. C'mon, Ghost's up, he wants to see you."

You wave to Dax and Athena, thanking them for spending the day with you. As you walk the now familiar path to Ghost's room, you find that your pace moves quicker the closer you get. Specter chuckles at your side, "Just run, we told the staff to let you in."

"Thanks," you manage before sprinting away. You're running so fast the doors don't part for you at one point and you slam directly into them, eliciting uproarious laughter from a few of the clones lucky enough to see the disaster. It takes a lot of patience to slow down enough for the automatic doors, but eventually you're where you need to be.

Wraith is waiting inside Ghost's room for you. He's fidgeting more than normal, and when he sees you, his speech goes into over drive, "Okay keep in mind I'm not perfect I did my best and he's my brother so of course I did my very very best for him and Repeat was a huge help please don't be mad at-"

"Wraith," Ghost's voice sends your heartbeat further into overdrive, "Shut up before she thinks you killed me." There's humor... stars you're so happy to hear that light chuckle, "C'mere Cyare, I want the first thing I see to be you."

Before you go to his side, you stop at Wraith, kissing his cheek lightly, "Thanks for brining him back to me..."

"Y-yep." As Wraith stumbles out of the room holding his cheek, you cross to Ghost.

Your hand finds his, and immediately his head turns to you with a smile, "There she is, my heart. Rai said the bandages could come off a few hours after surgery. Told him I wanted you to be there for it, hope that's alright."

You don't say anything. You climb into the bed with him, your arms wrapping around him, tangling your legs together as best you can with the blanket over him. Ghost kisses the top of your head as you settle in, rubbing your back, "I'm alright..."

"I know."

"If I'm not handsome anymore, you can always date Phantom, he hits on you enough to where I think he might be serious." He chuckles, but when you don't, he stops. Ghost's hand finds your cheek, and brings you to look at him, even though he can't see you yet, "Hey. I'm not going anywhere, alright? I'm alive, and I want to see you... please Cyare, let me see you."

You move on him, straddling his hips, thankful for his eyes being the only injury this time. You hold his face gently, and he steals a kiss to your palm, making you blush. "Ghost..?"

"Hm?"

"It's not just your looks, you know that, right? It's you. Even if you're still blind, or your face is weird, I'd still want to be with you... Phantom's gross anyway, not made of boyfriend material like you." When he laughs this time, so do you. Hope, you think, a little hope is good.

Careful, so much so you're holding your breath, you begin to take off Ghost's bandages. His eyes are closed underneath, and you cover your mouth for a moment. It's like a mask of scars tissue, still gently pink from the acid. When he flutters his eyes open, white irises meet yours, and you can help but cry. Tears stream down your face, and Ghost looks almost dejected before you croak, "You're okay..."

Ghost lets out a breath of relief, his new eyes focusing on you, "I was hoping to see you smile, but I'll take happy tears too. They are happy, right?"

"Yes!" You burst, bouncing in his lap a little with the laugh, reaching for him again as you go to kiss him.

Ghost gives an appreciative "mmm~" as your lips find his. He puts his hands on your hips, one leaving its post rather quickly and rubbing across the small of your back and side. He's surprised when you deepen the kiss, and you feel his length move under you as your tongue slides over his. He chuckles when you part, and looks up at you with new eyes, "Careful there Cyare, I'm getting excited."

"Is... is that a bad thing?" You bite your bottom lip a little and deliberately roll your hips on him this time, "I... I missed you, and these last few days, I couldn't stop thinking about... a-about how I don't want to be without you."

Ghost throbs against you, but you get the feeling it wasn't because of your movements on him, rather your words. You keep rolling your hips on him, wanting to feel him yourself, "For a moment I thought you were gone, and I realized I didn't get to tell you how I feel-"

"Stop," he holds you still, his hands finding yours, "Don't say it. N-not unless you mean it, got that? Don't say it because you feel like you have to."

You recognize the look of fear in his eyes, of rejection, pain from a love once spurned. You're not each others firsts, but you do know one thing, you want him to be your last firsts. You put your hands on Ghost's and guide them to your heart. It beats fast against his palms, much as his does on yours when you reach out to him. You mirror each other's moves, one hand each going to hold your cheeks. His thumb rubs your cheekbone, eyes locked with yours, "Cyare..."

"Kar'taylir darasuum." The mandalorians who found you, became your family, they had taught you this phrase when you left them. With how Ghost's eyes soften at you, you know he understands them too. You repeat them to him all the same, beginning to rock on him again, "I will know you forever, Ghost."

Ghost repeats them back to you, his hand guiding your face to his for another kiss. It's slow and lingering, when you pull back, he's smiling so warmly, lips gently parted with soft breath, "I will know you forever, even in darkness."

Ghost's eyes roam down between you, and blush finally shows on his face, "Cyare, if we don't do something about these clothes, I might throw a fit."

You're both giggling as you fumble with your clothes. Soft stolen kisses, small gasps of appreciation, little stories of "What's this scar from?" And kissed freckles. When you're standing beside Ghost's hospital bed fully bare to him, he looks at you with so much adoration. His hand reaches for yours, and you're guided back to his lap. He's bigger than you thought, his length hard in your hand. "Wow..."

"I could say the same," Ghost chuckles and puts his hands on your hips, eyes on your slick folds before slowly working up to your eyes again, "Never seen such a beautiful body before."

You bite your lip as you move against him, running his length through your folds to slick him. The groan he makes joins yours as you toy his tip against your clit. Ghost smiles up at you, hands holding your breasts, circling your nipples with his thumbs, "Stars you feel great already... Cyare, mmm~"

Your eyes flutter closed as you take him into your waiting walls, "Ghost..."

“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby," when he speaks, it's so soft, so breathy and light, you're not sure if you heard it or thought it. You look down at him, and he already looks love drunk. Eyes half lidded, his hands move down to your hips again and pull you further onto him. You moan, bracing on his chest, and he groans with delight, "That's right baby, eyes on me... I want to see you."

"Ghost... kriff, s-so full," your eyes stay on his as you start to move on his lap, taking him fully each time you lower back down. You start slow, easing yourself through the burn of the initial stretch, but soon you're at an even pace. The sticky wet sound of his length moving in and out of you fills the room with your tandem breathing.

His hands hold you tight, hips bucking up into you as you bounce on his length. His eyes flicker between yours, your breasts bouncing, and the way he glides in and out of you with such easy. You whine for him, hands balling in his chest hair, clenching around his length, "Feels so good, Ghost, s-stars." When his fingers slide to your clit, you cry out for him with an arch of your back, "Ghost! Ah!"

"D-dont look away," his other hand holds your face, thumb running over your bottom lip before you take it in your mouth and suck. Ghost's eyes widen a little, his hips stuttering before the pace quickens, "Oh kriff..."

You release his thumb and lock eyes with him again, "I'm close, do-don't stop, don't stop, Ghost, oh-" a whine releases from your lips as he rubs your clit faster, eyelashes flutter but you keep your eyes open, closer and closer to the edge, "Ghost, oh, oh baby, oh Ghost!"

"S-stay with me baby, come on, s-so close, so--" he grunts, his hips snap up into your walls in an intense build of pressure before he sits up off the bed with a cry of your name, spending himself inside you without restraint.

His wild bucks and intense attention to your clit were enough to get you to the edge, but feeling him fill you with his spend, it sends you over into ecstasy. You collect his lips in a kiss as you orgasm, body clenching around his length and shuttering with aftershocks of pleasure. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you come down, and as Ghost holds you close, kissing your neck and shoulder, you feel so warm and safe.

Small drops of warmth hit your shoulder, and for a moment concern holds your body still. Was he hurt? You pull away to see Ghost's face, and to your surprise, tears are filling his new eyes, falling down his cheeks. You hold his face gently, wiping the tears from his unmarked skin, Careful of the sensitive scarring, "Ghost... what's wrong baby?"

"Nothing," he laughs a soft cry, kissing your lips just once, "I'm... overwhelmed. Spent the last month thinking of this, the last week needing to see you, just one more time, and..." He chuckles, feeling silly, kissing you again, "I can't believe this is real."

Your heart flutters, how is he this sweet? You press a delicate kiss to his forehead as you ease the both of you down. You nestle under his chin, still full of him, not willing to let that feeling end yet, "It's real, I promise."

After a few minutes of silence, Ghost rubbing your back in soothing circles, you're nearly asleep when you hear him again, "Did you mean it...?"

"Hm...?"

"You love me?"

You press a sleepy kiss to his jaw, "I love you, Ghost."

His heart picks up, you can feel it against your own, and it has you smiling. Ghost gives you a little squeeze, going back to rubbing your warm skin, "I love you too, Cyare."

[solosikoasgf]

nothing like loving you ,

prologue pairing: solo sikoa x oc (nariah 'riah' perry) themes: found family, slight enemies to lovers? major forbidden lovers, angst, slowburn, solo splintering off/questioning his place in the bloodline author's note: mini-ish prologue to kickstart - just a look into both of their perspectives/point of views. no current taglist but let me know if you'd like to be on one for when chapter one drops!

riah

match days are always a blur - and having solo at my place the night before made it even more so. it's become almost too easy to forget my responsibilities when he's around, and it's even easier to let myself slip - knowing that i'm not supposed to be involved with him at all. it's the number one rule for anybody at wwe - let alone somebody like me who spends the most time with talent while i film content.

never get involved with talent.

so instead of riding into work together, solo and i are forced to part late in the night, goodbyes that should take a minute taking far too long when he pulls me close, nips my ear to make me laugh, hums low during hugs and breathes me in. kisses me again and again and again, each one varying in intensity until i don't want him to leave anymore, but knowing neither of us really have a choice.

never would i thought that the usually quiet and intimidating solo sikoa would be telling me jokes, calling me late at night, and handling me with such fragility, like he was scared i could fall apart at any moment.

a gentle squeeze on my hip brings my attention back to him, his forehead pressed to mine, trying to pull my body closer to him, as if there were any room between us. "you have to go." i smile, nuzzling my nose against his, my hands resting on his chest.

"not yet."

"solo..." my tone is warning, but i'm not really trying to let him go either. it's just easier when he's here with me - his arms wrapped around me at night, his soft (and sometimes loud) snores after he nods off, how he's always up before i am and has my morning coffee ready for me before i finish brushing my teeth.

the more time we spend together, the more qualities that i see in him that make this harder and harder to break off. considerate, kind, thoughtful, funny.....nothing i would have been able to see before. and though we both know this isn't supposed to last, we aren't supposed to be doing this, every time i turn around he's right next to me. texting me the second he enters my mind, watching me from across a room before i realize he's even there.

i have to ask myself how far i'm willing to go, how much am i willing to risk for something that might not last? for something that could essentially ruin my career?

a vibration against my thigh brings us back into the moment, and i give his firm chest a soft pat and gently push back - with some resistance of his arm pulling me right back.

i laugh, reaching down to push him off. "enough. i know that's probably your brothers. you can only be at the 'gym' for so long. we'll see each other tomorrow, okay? go." solo's eyes don't waver though, somewhere between yearning and understanding, so i take his face between my hands, peppering his face with as many kisses as i can manage until i can hear him chuckle, squeezing me tight for a final time.

"aight, aight, i hear you. i'm about to go." he mumbles, ending my attack with a final firm kiss to my lips, and then a softer one to my forehead, pausing for a moment. i can hear him taking deep breaths, like he's trying to remember this moment. "make sure to set your alarm so you're on time tomorrow, yeah?"

"yes sir."

he finally pulls back, pulling the hood over his head before grasping my hand one last time, pressing a kiss to the back and flashing a smile that i've grown all to fond of. "i'll text you in the mornin'."

"mhmm." i wave him off to the door.

he stops short, faltering for a second. "riah...i-"

my heart stops for half a second. "yeah?"

please don't say it.

"nevermind. sleep well."

"text me when you get back?"

"always."

— solo,

it's so strange how riah sees me. not just looks at me - but sees me. it's damn near uncomfortable that such deep brown eyes look past my exterior and into my soul every damn time - and it gets harder to stay away, and harder to say no when i want to be close to her. and no matter how far i push her away from me so i can focus, she just seems to pull herself even closer, until i can't get rid of her.

what if i hurt her?

what if my role is the reason life gets hard for her? roman doesn't give a shit about repercussions - if she's in the way, she'll be removed. and she don't deserve that. she don't deserve to be anywhere near this family - she deserves to be where she can be loved right, and i don't know if i can give that to her. and that hurts more than having her with me.

even now, while we do run through for the night, i'm more focused on what she's doing across the arena rather than putting my mind in the right place for my own match tonight. though she's tucked in behind the commentator's table, i can still see her talking with the rest of the content team, and i can't keep myself from watching, from scanning around her, more concerned about her safety than anything else.

i don't want her anywhere near this place anymore - wanting to keep her tucked next to me, in her room, doors closed to the world.

all i can think about is the mornings i get to wake up next to her, how she always finds herself pressed against me. soft brown skin that glows in the sunlight - how she wears my shirts to bed. how she wraps her arms around me when i make breakfast, nestles her face into my back. how she surprises me each day with some long winded coffee order that she's obsessed with that week. the bright and mischievous way her eyes glow, how sexy and soft they turn when she only has eyes for me in a packed room.

almost like she can feel that i'm thinking about her, her head rises from the table, and we lock eyes across the arena - as soon as she thinks nobody's looking, she flashes a bright, toothy smile, showing off her bloodline shirt with a wrinkle of her nose. i see a flash of something cross her face, most likely in reaction to my own. worry? but she masks it with a look of reassurance, patting her hand across her heart before pointing to me subtly - my heart is for you.

i try and muster up the most encouraging smile i can manage, light nod while turning my attention back to the stagehands directing me, noticing roman's eyes locked on me, traveling over to riah. i shrug, shake my head, act as if it's nothing. but i can't get rid of the bad taste in my mouth.

[twoidiotwriters1]

The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: The girls are (kinda not) fighting!! -Danny Words: 2,174 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Nothing/Sad N Stuff' -by Lizzie McAlpine

LXII: I'm Being So Normal About This

Ara's so used to not being noticed unless she wants to, that it catches her off guard when people move out of her way mumbling apologies without her having to utter a word. 

"This is my boy, Chuck!" Hedge's voice catches her attention and Ara makes her way to look at the tiny newborn the satyr is holding. 

Clarisse notices Ara the moment she's close enough and lets out a chortle, pulling her into a rough hug. "Everyone, look how tall Birdy has gotten!"

Ara blushes like crazy. Hedge places his son in her arms, she's never held anything this fragile. "He's... cute," Ara chokes, giving him a fleeting but genuine smile.

"Strategus, glad to see you're awake," Chiron appears, handing her a goblet. "Just in time for our toast." Ara stands in front of the crowd, Nico comes out of nowhere and places her gold laurel wreath on her head with a mocking smile. "Out of every tragedy," Chiron begins, "comes new strength. Today, we thank the gods for this victory. To the gods!" 

The crowd echoes that with little feeling. 

"And to new friends!"

"TO NEW FRIENDS!"

Her mentor gestures at Ara and she moves onward, carrying the confidence she gained while proving her worth in all the ways imaginable. Everyone cheers and hollers her name like viewers in a coliseum, and she would know, she fought in the best one. 

It doesn't do anything to fill the void in her chest.

Ara smiles at the demigods before her. "Thank you for fighting for what you love. Without you, I wouldn't've been able to protect this place," she raises her goblet. "What I told you last year, I repeat to our Roman family: I will be here for you, always. The future's brighter than it's ever been."

Everyone drinks to that, and Ara gulps down the content in her goblet hoping it'll take away the bittersweet taste on her tongue.

"Tomorrow, we Romans must return home. We appreciate your hospitality, especially since we almost killed you—"

"You almost got killed," Annabeth corrects playfully.

"Whatever, Chase."

The campers nudge each other and joke around. Ara is standing next to Nico, watching the scene unfold with a vague grin.

"Anyway," Frank adds. "Reyna and I agree this marks a new era of friendship between the camps."

"That's right. For hundreds of years, the gods tried to separate us to keep us from fighting. But there's a better kind of peace—cooperation."

"Are you sure your mom is a war goddess?" Piper calls from the audience.

"Yes, McLean. I still intend to fight a lot of battles. But from now on we fight together!"

Everyone cheers so loud Frank has to shut them up. "You'll all be welcome at Camp Jupiter. We've come to an agreement with Chiron and Ara: a free exchange between the camps—weekend visits, training programmes and, of course, emergency aid in times of need—"

"And parties?"

"Hear, hear!" Connor says happily. Ara notices he's got an arm around Lily's shoulders and Lily is terribly stiff but blushing and smiling. Both of them are glowing silver.

"That goes without saying. We Romans invented parties." Reyna jokes.

"Oh my gods." Ara grasps Nico's arm and whispers excitedly. "Oh my gods! Lily and Connor—"

Nico smirks. "Happened right after the battle. Lily pushed her way through looking like she was about to stab Connor, and before he even knew what was happening, Lily kissed him. It still kind of looked like she was hoping to kill him that way."

"Please, tell me I didn't—"

"The lake still awaits," Nico replies with dark joy. "I wanted to wait until you were conscious."

"Leo's right," Ara looks at him with gratitude. "You are one of my best friends."

Before Nico can react to that, Reyna pulls him forward, taking Ara and the boy by surprise. 

"We had one home," she smiles. "Now we have two."

Reyna hugs him so tightly that Ara covers her mouth waiting for an explosion... but nothing happens. 

She celebrates with the rest, then pouts. "Man, when do I get a hug?" 

Everyone gets up to leave but she whistles again, catching their attention. The girl grins wickedly. "I'd like you to take part in a tradition we Greeks love..." she stands before Lily and Connor. "And it only happens when two campers get together after years of driving their General nuts."

Lily's face gets redder and Connor's matches it with little effort. "I'm gonna kill you," the black-haired girl whispers lividly.

"I know." Ara looks at Annabeth with a huge smile on her face. "Let's take these lovebirds for a swim!"

Half of the crowd knows what's happening and the other is there to have fun. They follow Ara and her friends to the lake and watch Lily and Connor get tossed into the water unceremoniously. Ara claps loudly and then ushers the onlookers away. 

"Good job, everyone! Now go to bed! Malcolm—! Oh, thanks man," she grabs the towels he's brought for the couple.

Lily, Nico, and Connor are the only ones left. The short girl snatches her towel angrily and Connor quietly dries himself, but he's doing a terrible job of hiding how pleased he feels about all this.

"Boys, can you give us a minute?" Ara asks politely.

They hesitate. Nico frowns. "Are you gonna fight?"

"No," Ara rolls her eyes. "I just need to have a talk with my best friend... if that's okay with her?"

Lily nods curtly. Connor hangs his towel over one shoulder and takes Lily's, then pauses, unsure of how to make his exit. Ara smirks, ready to tease him endlessly.

"Oh, you want to kiss her goodnight? Just pretend like we're not here," she covers her eyes and sings loudly, turning her back on them for good measure and pulling Nico in the same direction. 

Ten seconds later, someone punches her really hard and Ara hisses, clutching her arm. "Dude! I got taller but your punches didn't stop being deadly..."

"You were so vain already, but now you've got longer legs and toned muscles? Ugh, you need to be sedated," Lily complains, crossing her arms grumpily.

Ara chuckles and stands upright, placing her hands on her hips and taking a good look at Lily—making a show of how she has to look down to see her properly. "You know, it feels like I haven't seen you in ages."

"I feel the same way."

Ara nods, a knowing smile on her face. "You have my figurine."

Lily's hand jumps to her right pocket. "How did you..."

"I saw it. You were talking to Connor on the hill," Ara points over her shoulder. "We should talk."

"Ara—"

She lifts a hand to silence her. "I'll explain. Come on."

The girls walk back to the Big House, then Ara goes to her room and searches through her closet, carefully pulling out something from the back and holding it with so much reverence it makes it seem like it will fall apart if handled otherwise.

"You recognize this?"

Lily glances between the hoodie and Ara's face speechless. "That's... how?"

"I've had it since my fourteenth birthday," Ara smiles wistfully. "Mike lent it to me and then I never gave it back..." she sighs shortly, shaking her head. "I kissed him that night."

"You what?" Lily squeaks.

"I'll explain on the way."

Most campers are calling it a day by now, but it's still not curfew, so Lily and Ara walk around without being threatened to get eaten by the harpies. Pollo approaches, strolling behind them lazily while Ara tells Lily the whole story.

"But... that means he didn't turn you down?"

"That's beside the point." They reach the campfire, always burning. "I ran away from him. It was never the same."

Ara looks at the hoodie and then passes it to Lily. Her friend stares at it and connects the dots. "It wasn't you trying to move on, it was the opposite... you couldn't deal with your unfinished business."

Ara nods in a composed manner. "When love is ignored, it rots. My feelings for Mike put me off balance for an entire year—he haunted me, and I stomped on every milestone Leo and I had because I couldn't let myself be happy knowing I'd robbed Michael of it."

"And now Leo is gone," Lily mumbles deep in thought, caressing the hoodie. "And we're back to square one."

"No, it's different." Ara presses her palm on the fabric. "I've made my peace."

"And what are we doing now?" Lily asks, knowing her friend isn't done.

"Mike's funeral rites." Pollo bumps into her and she reaches up to scratch him. "We burned a shroud for his cabin... but this is for us." Lily squeezes her hand, shaking a bit while she waits. "Michael did so much for me, and when I say a part of my heart belongs to him, I don't even say it romantically—He gave away his life for us willingly, and I didn't know how to handle it..."

Lily hugs Michael's hoodie and nods, hastily drying a tear. "He was my brother when I had no one. He never asked me to be who I wasn't and only pressured me when he knew I could be a thousand times better. People like him come... just twice in a lifetime." Lily looks at her with an intent gaze. 

The girls hold up the hoodie, lock eyes, and prepare. "What now?" Ara asks hoarsely. "Goodbye is too final and also too late, sorry is inadequate, and thank you is overdone..."

Lily tries to find the words. "My nonna used to say life lasted enough for each human to understand its value, that's why no one lives the same. I think he learned everything he had to and there was nothing left for him once that was done... Michael, I'll never forget our time together, your spirit will always tie our family."

"Mike," Ara speaks tearily, a mixture of longing and bitter peace stirring in her heart. "I'll always wonder... maybe one day I'll get to ask questions."

The girls move slowly, risking getting burned, and they place the hoodie in the fire. Ara hugs Lily sideways, leaning her head on top of the girl's. Pollo leans closer too, and the girls stroke his mane.

"Things are about to change again," Ara warns quietly.

"Nothing ever happens the same way twice," Lily responds wisely. "That's how we know we're growing."

Ara hums, leaning into her friend's hair. "You don't have to move on and leave Michael behind if you don't want to. The whole trip I yapped about him to everyone, even Leo... it is easier said than done."

Lily lets out a short teary chuckle. "Perhaps I should try to move on, Queen B... It's been a year. But I can't promise anything."

"It has been a year," Ara nods emphatically, rubbing the back of her neck. "Too many things happened. I'm not the Ara that lost her Michael... But I am the one that lost Leo," she takes a shaky breath. "My soulmate."

Lily wraps her arms around her waist loosely. "I gave him such a hard time... I knew he was harmless, I just didn't like him because he was making you laugh more than Mike and I ever did."

"Don't feel bad," Ara dries her tears. "He hated you just as much."

"Why are we involving Nico in this?"

"Because—!" The door opens abruptly and Nico faces them, looking sleep-deprived and grumpy. 

"Do you two ever stop being annoying?"

"You okay?" Jason eyes him with concern. "You look—"

"Fine," Nico snaps at him. Then he speaks in a controlled tone. "If you're looking for Hazel, she's still asleep."

Jason shakes his head. "We're looking for you. Ara called for a meeting, she has something important to share with us..."

Ara nods, looking over her shoulder. "And I need the Romans to hear it, so if we could just hurry..."

"It was strange to see them here, Camp Jupiter," Jason says with a little smile, his mind somewhere else. "Now it'll be strange not seeing them."

"Do you regret not going with them?" Nico asks.

"A little," he pushes his glasses up, Ara still doesn't get used to how he looks. "But I'll be going back and forth between the camps a lot. I have some shrines to build."

Nico frowns. "I heard the Senate plans to elect you Pontifex Maximus—that's what this is about?"

"I don't care about the title so much," Jason replies humbly. "I do care about making sure the gods are remembered. I don't want them fighting out of jealousy any more, or taking out their frustrations on demigods."

"They're gods," Nico raises a brow. "That's their nature."

"That's what I told him," Ara mumbles.

"I can try to make it better," Jason gives them a look. "I guess Leo would say I'm acting like a mechanic, doing preventative maintenance."

The mention triggers Ara into rambling. "So you'll definitely agree with what I have to say at today's meeting! I'm telling you—"

"Ara!" Will calls over. 

Nico's soul light flashes so fast, that she doesn't get to see its color, but the girl is certain that's what she saw. 

"The group leaves in thirty minutes!"

"Going!" Ara turns to the boys. "Please be on my side?"

Jason and Nico share a look. "Why us?"

Ara turns around pouting, making her way to the Big House with both boys following her tail. "Everyone else will claim I'm biased."

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[onlyswan]

Hi art! ♡♡♡

I wanted to stop by to wish you a happy new year 🎆 and thank you for existing and for writing so many powerful stories. the small (but not that small hehe) community you've gathered on your blog feels very safe and loving and i like to think that's a product of the person who runs it.

you've given me hope that a type of love exists beyond the prominent common negative situations relationships can have that is prevalent today, and that maintaining a healthy and respectful relationship is attainable. (and never to settle. :D)

you are obviously a very beautiful person and i truly wish you find everything you hope for this coming year, and that love encompasses all aspects of your life because you deserve it. even if every day might not be a good day, hopefully, you will have peace and fun and the good will heavily outweigh the bad.

you're lovely and i feel lucky to have stumbled upon you and your blog this last year. i tend to stray away from having interactions with people online, but i feel like you're the type of person that everyone wants to know more about and be friends with so it was hard not to want to write to you hehe. (because i don't usually jump at the idea of online interactions and i've never written to an author before, i get a little scared sometimes that i sound crazy when i praise you so please tell me if i ever go overboard T^T)

i really appreciated your small new year's post and that you wrote it's ok to bring the past with you into the new year. i struggled a little this year, and i feel like in past years i always said i'd forget about it all. but this year i feel content holding all of 2023 with me and using the experience to grow and heal over the course of 2024. life is fragile but can also feel very intense, so having your writing after a long day and the rest of the good things i've been lucky enough to have, helped me to feel like it's all a little more worth it.

i've also just enjoyed reading all the interactions you've done with the asks and everything, so thank you for that and replying to me as well! i can't tell you how excited i was when i opened your master list and saw my little moon emoji right there ❀⸜(˶´ ˘ `˶)⸝❀

overall, thank you for everything this year, and wishing you the best for what's to come! also sorry i always write so much :') i'm definitely not the best at writing and wording things but i hope i'm at least able to get the idea across

i love you and all the sweet people who have written on this blog because oh my god it's so cute seeing all the anon emojis !!!

feels great to be a part of something so sweet (also highly enjoying watching the fight for oc right now, rooting for all the anons but also jk? i feel so bad, i might have to side with him 🤭)

anyway, that's it! happy 2024 and best wishes for this year~ ♡

-🌙

my lovely, lovely moon anonie 🥺 being greeted by the most heartwarming message after a long day is so comforting. thank you so much for the kind wishes; for recognizing the messages i try to send through my writings; and most importantly, for seeing me as a person through it all <3 i’m honored that despite not normally interacting online, you’re here with me in my little corner of the internet and you’ve taken the time to write this message 🥺 please don’t worry about going overboard at all bcs i appreciate you so much and i feel your sincerity <3 i hope you have the most wonderful year and you receive all your heart desires 🩵 i love you too!

also highly enjoying watching the fight for oc right now, rooting for all the anons but also jk? i feel so bad, i might have to side with him 🤭

lmaooo it’s been entertaining like this wasn’t in my bingo card at all 😭 omg jungkook we finally found you an ally !!!!!

[vanishedangels]

Clan of Warriors

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Summary: While rebuilding Mandalore, Mand'alor Din Djarin is questioned by his people because of his beliefs and origins. In the dawn of a civil war, the council resolves that The Mand'alor must join in marriage with someone close to Bo-Katan Kryze. He’s forced to marry Koska Reeves and accept a loveless union. In the meantime, Din is having a secret relationship with his son’s Master, Jedi Luke Skywalker, his dream of having his own clan of warriors is about to fade away.

Pairing: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker

Characters: Din Djarin, Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Leia Organa, Cara Dune, Koska Reeves, Bo-Katan Kryze, Axe Woves, OC, Peli Motto, Fennec Shand, Boba Fett, Paz Vizsla, Owen Lars, Beru Whitesun, Han Solo, Chewbacca, Wedge Antilles.

Rating: Explicit (+18)

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence. Explicit Smut.

Tags: Canon Compliant, Post Season 2 Finale, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Friends To Lovers, Fluff, Angst, Demisexual Din Djarin, Top Luke Skywalker, Bottom Din Djarin, Top Din Djarin, Bottom Luke Skywalker, Protective Din Djarin, BAMF Luke Skywalker, Adorable Baby Yoda, Sassy Leia Organa, Gai Bal Manda, Blindfolds, Sub Din Undertones, Fantasies, Jealous Luke, Keldabe Kiss, Smut, Jealous Din, Dirty Talk, Face Reveal.

Chapters: 35/?

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"I'm leaving Mandalore tomorrow." Luke said taking Din by surprise.

"What?"

"If being here makes you feel confused, if my presence casts doubt on your duties as Mand'alor, then I'm leaving." Luke explained and he was staring down, like he was trying to avoid Din's eyes. He looked so fragile, so helpless, in a way Din never saw him before. Something clicked in his mind making him realize that this was as painful for Luke as it was for Din.

Chapter 35: Perseverance

Din's fingers tightened against the nape of Luke's neck, still holding him still, still not believing his cyare's words.

He swallowed hard "Luke." He said his name again as his heart jumped into his throat "You can't tell me something like that and just walk away." He nodded still boring into his blue eyes. "You can't tell me I'm the love of your life and leave." He added through gritted teeth as his brown eyes filled with unshed tears.

"Please, Din, try to understand." Luke curled his hands around his biceps "And I'm giving you my answer now." He said pulling back a little "I won't give up on you, on us, so you're going to marry her and come back to me whenever you want, I'll be waiting for you."

Din's heart was thudding frantically "You're making your choice now only because I'm telling you I rejected this marriage." He grimaced "You're running away, you don't want commitment."

As Luke's lips parted Din let go of him, releasing him completely and standing up, the Jedi's eyes fixed on his face, Din stared at him feeling completely torn apart, he couldn't believe how much he adored Luke and at the same time he was feeling betrayed and, slowly, the wound in his heart was growing bigger and deeper.

"I won't marry her and that's final." Din added, curling his hands into fists.

Luke sighed, frowning and tilting his head "Please, stop it, I told you, we're talking about Grogu's future here. Din, please." He said as he rose to his feet and he wrapped his hands around Din's fists. It felt right, Luke's hands, so pleasant and soothing around his angry fists, felt right, but he didn't feel the same about little Jedi's words.

"We are Grogu's future, you and me. We're a clan. The three of us." He retorted holding his gaze.

"And I promise that won't change, I'm still training him, I'm still caring about him, and I'm still loving you, but you need to do what is right."

"And you think this is right? Have you considered that Koska is forced to marry a man she doesn't love?" Din asked making Luke gasp. "Yeah, you're so eager to step away that you didn't consider that she's sacrificing her own happiness to please the protesters and the council. And let me explain this to you, I won't marry her because she thinks the same. That this is wrong."

Din walked away completely overwhelmed trying to escape the situation, trying to escape the pain, as his chest heaved thinking that this was the end. His stomach churned at the thought of Luke choosing to keep a secret relationship when there was still a better option right in front of him. He felt rejected and affronted, even ashamed, he opened his heart and Luke shattered him emotionally just by saying "But I can't."

"Please, Din, wait." A strong but gentle hand grabbing his own making him come to a halt. He squeezed his eyes shut when he felt his cyare's arms encircling him from behind, Luke's soft lips pressed on the skin of his neck "I love you." He whispered in his ear sending shivers down Din's spine. Din turned around not able to pull away, knowing that he would always be a slave to his love, completely devoted to Luke. How could he resist those words falling from the lips of the man he loved?

He looked into his blue eyes, so sincere and full of love and he cupped Luke's face pulling him into a kiss. Luke let out a gasp that Din swallowed eagerly as the blonde's hands found his dark curls while kissing him back. The kiss deepened very quickly and Din was channelling his anger by pinning Luke against the wall and abusing his lips and neck pressing his body against him so hard that the Jedi was rolling his eyes pleading for more.

His fingers threading desperately through Din's hair while Din's lips traced a line along the column of his neck, the dimple in his chin and all the way up finally capturing his plump lips, already red and swollen, between his own. Din stopped kissing him breaking apart, looking into his eyes, Luke looked gorgeous, with his hair disheveled and his cheeks painted in pink, even the tip of his nose was blushing "I'm not doing it. Marry me, Luke." He insisted taken aback by the Jedi.

Luke's eyes blazed with sadness "I promised you nothing will change." They were both panting and their chests rose and fell with rapid breaths synchronized.

"That's your final say?" Din asked breathlessly.

"Don't treat me like I'm in charge here, it took everything in me not to say yes to your proposal." Luke sighed and Din could see tears shimmering in his eyes. "I want you as much as you want me, Din, please, don't think about us. Not now."

Din withdrew his hands from Luke's waist and started taking a few steps back.

"I'm leaving Mandalore tomorrow." Luke said taking Din by surprise.

"What?"

"If being here makes you feel confused, if my presence casts doubt on your duties as Mand'alor, then I'm leaving." Luke explained and he was staring down, like he was trying to avoid Din's eyes. He looked so fragile, so helpless, in a way Din never saw him before. Something clicked in his mind making him realize that this was as painful for Luke as it was for Din.

Warmth bloomed in Din's chest and he couldn't feel anger anymore, it was replaced by a different emotion, maybe acceptance, urging him to hold Luke in his arms to soothe him, to protect him and making him feel safe.

He closed the distance between them as Luke was staring at him with round eyes, finally wrapping his arms around his cyare and kissing the top of his head as Luke's hands found his pauldrons, bringing him close to bury his face in his neck.

"I'll miss you, cyar'ika." Din said in a low-pitched voice and his heartbeat sped up when he became aware of Luke's muffled gasps against his skin.

"I'll be waiting for you, Din." He managed to say rubbing his face against Din's jaw and blinking back tears.

Din's heart broke into pieces.

~

"Luke says he's leaving. I won't let him." Din said to a perplexed Paz. "May I come in?" He asked swaying on his feet as his vod moved aside letting him step into his bedroom.

Din sat down on the small couch across from Paz' bed looking around "I've never been in your room before."

Paz nodded pulling a chair and sitting in front of him "I know, not as fancy as yours. But wait, you said kih jetii is leaving." He hunched forward as Din nodded at him.

"I won't marry Koska. I'm talking to Shrune. The wedding is off." He blurted out and he could notice the way his friend's shoulders relaxed all of a sudden.

"Are you sure?" Paz asked and Din hummed. "Why?"

"I'm in love with someone else." Din answered feeling a little embarrassed, this was the first time he said it out loud and although it felt stupendous and fascinating he was very aware that this was Paz, the man would never let him live that down.

To Din's surprise Paz just sighed leaning back in his chair, crossing his arms over his massive chest "Kih jetii, huh?" He inquired making Din blush behind the secrecy of his helmet. "Don't worry, I always knew that the jetii had you wrapped around his little finger. It's okay, vod."

"I need your help if something went wrong."

Paz nodded "Count on me."

They went silent for a while.

"I'm in love too." Paz said, visor fixed on Din's face, arms still crossed, almost defensively. "Maybe she told you something already." He added and Din squirmed in the couch. Paz chuckled "I can tell you know, Djarin."

Din ducked his head, his fingers twitching against his thighs "I'm aware."

That made Paz sighed relieved, he uncrossed his arms "I know I can be a little annoying hitting on your jetii, but it's just a reflex, or some shit like that, I can't help it, he's cute and hot, uh, sorry, well, you know. But I'm in love with Koska, and she's the one for me."

"And you didn't say a word." Din leaned forward "Why you didn't speak out against the council's demand?"

He shrugged letting out a long sigh "This is the way."

"Not anymore." Din retorted raising his eyebrows under his helmet. "I wish the Armorer were here."

"Me too." Paz said under his breath "She would be part of the council as well and this shit wouldn't be happening."

"No, it's just-" He propped his elbows on the armrests "I've been removing my helmet." He said sheepishly seeing the way Paz' shoulders tensed up again. "In front of Grogu and Luke. All the time. I'm a mandalorian no more." He added under his breath.

"I don't know, Djarin." He looked around "We've been sharing our days with them, those who don't walk the way, and maybe-" He gave a half shrug "Maybe there's not only one way."

Din's pulse was pounding in his ears, he nodded at Paz feeling welcomed and somehow reassured.

"So, kih jetii, huh?" He asked playfully and Din could tell by picking up at the cadence of his speech that a sultry smile was plastered on his face.

"Vod, focus. I need to ask you something." He pointed his forefinger at him.

~

Paz was standing before Luke, Din was standing right beside his little Jedi holding Grogu in his arms. "I'm the one taking you off planet, Jetii." The man said tilting his head down in order to stare right in those blue eyes.

"Him?" Luke asked giving Din the side-eye.

"I trust him with my life." Din reassured him.

Little Jedi sighed nodding.

"Alright Jetii, prepare yourself, we're leaving tomorrow night."

"Tomorrow night?" Luke almost yelled, his broken voice making Din's stomach flip. "Oh, no, no. I need to leave by morning." He shifted his gaze between the two men in beskar armour.

Paz leaned forward "Jetii, I'm busy till then." Din was pointedly staring at Luke, expectant. "Just chill a little, enjoy the day training the kid, or-" He moved his helmet towards Din "Else." He added and Din could tell he was enjoying teasing him without even saying anything that could incriminate Din. He was thankful his vod didn't give him away, he would have died on the spot if Luke discovered that he revealed their secret to Paz.

Din walked Paz out of his chamber and turned around trying to assess Luke's reaction. Little Jedi was frozen, just standing there, staring at him with a blank expression on his face. He started walking in his direction as Grogu was digging his little claws in his arms, urging him to put him on the ground. Din obliged and baby walked away and into his own room, leaving them alone.

"Is it that bad? To spend one last day with us?" Din asked quietly, his heart wrenching in his chest.

The blonde Jedi squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head "It's nothing like that!" He opened his beautiful blue eyes, boring into Din's soul and now Din was desperate to hold him and never let him go. "A whole day, Din. I don't think you understand how hard it is for me. I'm not that strong." Din could tell the way Luke's hands clenched and his heart broke into pieces.

Even when he was only trying to buy some time until he talk to the council, he didn't considered that he could hurt Luke in the process. And now seeing him so on edge, struggling with his own feelings towards Din, realization hit him as something unpleasant crept up on him. Was he being selfish? Was he manipulating Luke without even being conscious about it? His blood ran cold thinking that he was lying to his cyare by keeping his plan from him. Luke looked at him with eyes full of tenderness as he placed his gloved hand on the cheek of Din's helmet, caressing the slopes reverently and Din leaned into his touch, closing his eyes, sighing deeply, his heart fluttering in his chest. He slowly opened his eyes when he felt a soft push against his helmet, realizing that Luke was pressing his forehead against his own. Guilt taking him over as he watched Luke leaving his chamber, if little Jedi wanted to spend the night away from him, he wouldn't push.

Tomorrow, love. I'm fixing this tomorrow. He thought staring at the closed door, he brushed his fingers against his helmet, right where Luke caressed him, he stood there for a while, head hanging down. Tomorrow, cyare.

[asterhaze]

Author Ask Tag Game

Thank you @doublegoblin for the tag here! And also @gummybugg for tagging me here!

(1) What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?

That we are what we make of ourselves, despite our traumas, despite our gifts, and despite our faults. That there are things that people do that are unforgivable, even if they are forced. Also, that true love is patient, kind, and understanding despite its awesome fragility.

I chose these themes because I think they're realistic, they're lessons that are easy to swallow, and that don't need to be pushed in people's faces to be understood. I don't want to spell things out but I also just want to tell a story, so if this ends up not being the real main lesson then I hope you all still like it.

(2) What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?

I studied Romanian and European fashion from the 1850's to the 1870's. Then I studied American (United States) fashion from then on until I was familiar. I studied history, slang, folklore, LGBT history, etc. As far as what my world looks like, its a cross between where I grew up in a state somewhere along the Missipiipii-fuck Mississippi river and living in Florida but make it gloomy.

(3) What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, help readers grow as a person?

Glen is trying to become himself again after visiting the horrific and disgusting Tiletsu Clan. There he is confronted with a question that someone asked him long ago: If vampires are just more powerful humans, aren't they more dangerous? And conversely, if humans are just weak vampires, are they worth keeping safe?

As a writer, I want to tell a good story where all of the characters (except the Tiletsu and friends) are morally grey, make bad decisions that they thought were good ones, and have to grow up despite having plenty of time to do so. While trauma causes many reactions, I read a lot where the reaction is to forget everything. My experience is that I can't forget anything at all and I wanted to explore that in my writing.

(4) How many chapters is your story going to have?

About thirty chapters. The outline of Masterpiece is 70 pages long, granted it is an okay-detailed outline, with 33 parts currently. So please expect 33-40 chapters.

(5) Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

Original Content 100%. There isn't anything wrong with fanfiction at all, but I love my original characters and the worlds I build, and I'm not a big enough or cool enough fan of anything to write fanfiction.

I plan to post the first 5 chapters of Masterpiece here on Tumblr, over at Wattpad, and Ao3. Smaller novellas and the entire story will be published with a limited print run at first and the eBook somewhere that I haven't decided yet for purchasing. Starry Skies and Like Minds will follow this same process, but Henrietta and Apocalyptic Cat Lady (Working Title) are web series!

You'll be able to find more information after my website is up and running!

(6) When and why did you start writing?

I started writing when I was 11 and did collaborative writing roleplays with other people my age. Eventually, I became a big enough fan of Star Trek (Kelvin Universe) that I did a massive fanfiction with my friend that lasted years. I made many OCs, had whole stories, had lots of adventures, and then when I went to college it died. One of those OCs will be reborn into Starry Skies and Like Minds whenever I decide to write it and share it here!

(7) Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers of Tumblr do you follow?

My blog is under a year old and I have less than 100 followers, it's just the name of the game. When I posted my first piece of writing, absolutely no one found it for a while despite ABCDEFG. What helped me the most when it comes to finding mutuals that actually interact with you is to find "Looking for Writeblr" posts and go through the replies. Check every blog. Start interacting, that's why my intro post has a "Please, I promise I'm just an idiot and really like you blog" disclaimer because I do, genuinely, like a lot of stuff on other people's blogs. That is how I found the great and powerful @doublegoblin @mthollowell-writes @pinkchaosstories and @gummybugg who tag me and make my life great.

Thank you all for tagging me in everything, you make my life a joy.

[theallenshorefangirl]

ISM OC Tape (Updated Version)

Zoe's Tape Intro (Before the Accident)

Desmond Was in his chair clasping onto his clipboard,clicking his pen as Allen walked out.Desmond hear a thud before Zoe walked in."Oh Zoe are you ok?" She nods as her purple and black hued scarf that was wrapped around her face and shivered."I'm just…ugh…mmh…yeah cold." She sat down in the chaise lounge. Desmond clicks the tape recorder.

(Tape 1) "Alright Zoe how about you tell me about how your sleeping has been" "It's just not good,I've been seeing something lurking at the corner of my eyes and when I go to check nothing is there,and I seen men in suits just like Allen has and well its very bad." the nervous tapping of what sounded like her shoe could be heard from the tape and a nervous and shaking sigh. "And I could see a man with red irises with them and he looked me dead in the eyes and he seemed to mouth your next or something." (End of Tape 1)

(Tape 2) "How about we run a rorschach test.Do you know how they work?" "Yeah,you show me a ink blob and I say whatever it is and then you will probably call me crazy and then send me away." She stood up pacing the floor. "No,I won't,may we just run through the test…please." Desmond sounded concerned.(End of Tape 2)

(Tape 3) "Ok first one,what comes to mind?" "Umm a man yelling at a kid" Desmond nods and shows another. "A group of people laughing at someone." Zoe sounded like she was on the verge of tears."Deep breaths,only a few more." She nods.He shows her the next one and oddly it looked like one he showed Allen only more detailed."A man being pulled into a bottomless pit." Desmond nods and shows the last one."It looks like there's stars in the back with a woman and tears falling from the eyes with a weird mouth and dripping jacket of some kind?It's making me feel nauseous and…..kinda umm…yeah." (End of Tape 3)

(Tape 4) "Interesting,well you got through it.I see you said something about men in black? Allen mentioned them too.And I don't know about the other one you said,but I believe I saw almost the same thing here or there." She clutched her knees to her chest crying"Is everything alright?" She ran out of the room and the tape clicked off.(End of Tape 4)

⚠️ Abuse,drinking,mentioning of death and other dark and heavy topics ⚠️

(Tape fragment 1st session 1/5)

"Oh hello you must be new to Milton Haven." "Y…yes I am." Desmond clicked his pen and scribbled down on a piece of fresh paper."What's your name,date of birth you know all that,I want to know all about new patients and how I can help them." "Oh ... .I'm ... .Zoe or Z I'm 18 I'm a March 25 born kid and kinda…well." "Go on, I'm listening,I'm here to help.Tell me about your past and why you came to Milton" (End of fragment tape 1)

(Tape Fragment 1st Session 2/5)

"Well I was raised with my parents, my mother worked with pharmaceutical prescriptions and my father is a truck driver…..and well It was a nice time till the seams came undone like a fragile doll." Desmond wrote down on the clipboard."And one night my mother passed and I called grandma and we held a funeral for her ... .and when my father came home he went right to the bar and came home badly drunk ...." Zoe sniffled.(End of Fragment Tape 2)

(Tape Fragment 1st Session 3/5)

"He had a broken bottle and he slashed my my arm…he left a good cut too,I was gonna called the ambulance,there was a lot of blood or so I thought I could see through my….m..my tears and well he dragged me to my room and he locked me in there." Desmond looked terrified and very worried."That must have been really hard,did you get help?" "Yeah…..but I had to wait till he left again….." She sobbed and sniffled "When my mother was alive he was happy and now ... .its gone!? All gone…" (End of Fragment Tape 3)

(Tape Fragment 1st session ⅘)

"He would go through this never ending cycle and I'd sleep with the lights on in fear of him sitting in the dark,and then I started not sleeping and then I seen movement of something not there and my grandparents took me to the doctors like twice and well said I was fine just bad case of sleep insomnia and deprived and depression they said.And then they would take me home and he would be there…..ANGRY." She scooted herself back in the chair sobbing,burring her head into her knees."It must have been very terrible living there wasn't it." She nodded "And he would yell at me saying it's my fault my mother's dead,I couldn't do anything if it was a heartattack and a stroke at once what do you want me to do!? I was only 10 when it happened and he was out busy taking loads out in the middle of God knows where!?" She sounded stressed and panicked.(End of Fragment Tape 4)

(Tape Fragment 1st Session 5/5)

"So who brought you to Milton? If I may ask?" She huffed and sniffled."I did it myself!I was done with my fathers shit…of his yelling and screaming mad drunk at me for something I couldn't really do much about….." "How did you get here?" "Few days ago I packed my things,took some money from my little plastic vault I had owned and some from my dad's wallet,bought a bus ticket and I arrived here.I was done with his shit…." "Are you staying with anybody? Or in a safe place to rest?" She nodded "Yeah with the local lighthouse keeper in a spare room he cleaned up for me and said I can stay….I said I can help and get a job at the shopping place that opened up ... .and maybe learn a thing or to at his job at night." "Oh Mr Shore,and Homa Mart if I'm not mistaken.I see your in a rough patch right now,maybe after a few more sessions we can work things out slowly.I promise I'll do everything that I can to help you.Alright." "I hope you can,I really hope you can." (End of Fragment Tape 5)

(Ending Tape Night of Accident)

(Tape 1) "You've reached the office of Dr.Desmond Wales please leave a message after the tone [Beep] "Desmond….Desmond!? Damn it,something bad is happening I can feel it,Allen went to his house to try and rest an I see them,the men in black!?Allen is in one of the rooms I can see a lantern on down there." She struggled to talk with her panicked tone in her voice (End of Tape 1)

(Tape 2) "They are close,those men in black and I see….Him…Max Nygaard,I have a afternoon sitting job and I know his kid Maddison Nygaard and Virginia's brother Freddy Ruhl….no time for that they have cameras and they have something in the back of their truck?" She was heavily breathing….panicking.(End of Tape 2)

(Tape 3) "The guy with the red eyes I thought I saw too!?" She he took a sharp deep breath."Allen and I saw a list for a shipment that wasn't scheduled and then the lights at the lighthouse just stopped.He went to go check and I tried to p…po…power back on the lighthouse ... .Wait, something is happening……" A loud explosion could be heard and the line went quiet. (End of Tape 3)

(Tape 4) a gasp and hyperventilating could be heard and the name "Allen" could be heard as the line went dead from the blackout.Desmond looked down at the last recording that was near the dark midnight sky like sea that had glowing stars in the water that was mesmerizing.He could feel and picture her fear and sadness that night and he began to cry kneeling at the last tape recording by the sparkling door.He felt his heart was torn out like he failed her,like he could feel the pain she felt.After about a hour he got up and left through the door.(End Of Tape)

Her file and what seemed to be two tarrot cards and her kitsune plush were near her files on the file cabinet. Instead of the shelf, one was the sun tarrot with Allen's Shade form on it, and the other was the Moon tarrot with Sorrow her shadow form on the card and the kitune plushie was her weighted therapeutic plush.He doesn't know if she's safe or not but he's hopes she's alright and safe.

[chronicbeans]

Thank you very much for taking my request can I please ask for platonic yandere akechi

With a kianna darling and where he goes to visit the hospital just find a girl being rushed to the emergency room because of blood loss and injuries and when he finds out she has no family

he decides to adopt her but over time he becomes protective over her and scared that something might happen to her because of her small frame

She's also an OC of mine you can find more information about her here on my page on Tumblr

Alright! Let's go! Kianna belongs to the lovely @nunezs-stuff !

Platonic Yamdere Akechi x Kianna (OC)

TW: Overprotective Behavior, Obsessive Behavior, Hospital Settings, Blood Loss, Self-Harm, Stabbing Mention, Monitoring

Akechi has never considered himself the type to truly get close to people. He can pretend very well, but faking it until he makes it hasn't worked for him. However, on this fateful day, it all changes.

He enters the hospital, with the intentions of visiting a victim of a crime that got rushed in recently. The man had, apparently, gotten stabbed by his wife. While waiting for permission to visit, however, Akechi hears yelling from down the hall.

"CODE OMEGA! SEVERE BLEEDING OF THE ARMS, LEGS, AND PORTIONS OF THE FACE! BLOOD BANK TO ROOM 106 WITH 5 TO 6 UNITS OF RED BLOOD CELLS AND-"

He looks over just in time to see a group of doctors, nurses, and EMTs sprinting past him, pushing a stretcher carrying a young girl. Her arms and face are covered in variety of bandages, with blood seeming to seep through some of them. A pair of empty brown eyes seem to make their way over to him just before she passes through a hall, out of sight.

Room 106. Whoever she is, she's going to room 106. He knows that that is a room in the emergency department, where his victim is being kept. Without thinking, he requests to be able to visit room 106 if she stabilizes, saying that he wants to question if she has been a victim of a crime.

After meeting with the man he intended to visit, Akechi begins to make his exit from the hospital, only to be stopped by a doctor. The doctor's eyes seem filled with concern as he says "The patient in room 106 has become stable. I heard that you wished to meet with her. If you get any information on what has happened to her, please let the proper authorities know."

Next thing he knows, he's sitting right by the bed of the girl he saw rushed by him. She looks rather young to be in such poor condition, especially without any family visiting. Her eyes trail over to him, just like before, as she says "I'm Kianna. I don't have anything to tell you." Akechi forces a grin, saying "Well, Kianna, I am Goro Akechi. I'm a detective. I just want to know if you were a victim of a crime. It might be related to one of the other cases I am working-" "I wasn't. I did this."

He freezes up. That was a rather... blunt answer. This is the first time in such a long time that he's felt genuinely shocked by something. He once again looks around the room, even more concerned about the lack of family or parents in the room. "Do your parents know about this...? Or maybe other family members?"

"I don't have any family."

He sighs, trying to think of a solution. He feels off. He hasn't felt this need to protect someone in such a long time. This girl, however... Kianna has brought up such a desire. A desire to protect her. Protect her from others. Protect her from Shido. Protect her from herself.

He sits up in his seat, straightening out his posture, before asking "How about I take you in? Before you reject my offer, let me explain."

Over the next few months, he adjusts to having this girl in his life. He treats her like she is the little sister he's always had, despite that not being the case. No more harm has come to her so far, under his watch. Things are still wrong, however.

She is so small and fragile.

She might hurt herself, again.

What if someone else hurts her?

He's famous, so everybody probably knows about her, now.

What is someone else hurts her?

It all happens in a flash. Cameras around his house, not to protect him, but to protect Kianna. Both inside and outside the house. He watches them through his phone while he is away, making sure no one comes in while he is away, or that Kianna leaves. She isn't allowed outside unless he is nearby. If she left while he was away, he would go into a full-blown panic.

Kianna isn't allowed to answer the doors, either. If a package is delivered or somebody simply visits, Akechi will answer it. What if someone hurts her? He's seen crimes committed at the front doors of a victim's home! It isn't uncommon! No knives are allowed near her. What if she hurts herself? It's happened before- that's how they met, for goodness sake! No forks, either. Only sporks or spoons. Forks are too dangerous. He'll cook everything! Stoves and ovens are too dangerous!

He's going to keep Kianna safe, no matter what, be it from others or herself.

[skzoologist]

I'm glad you enjoyed the pieces I wrote 😭💕

I had to give her a somewhat happy ending for at least one of the ideas 😭 I love angst but only doing angst and no fluff hurts too much 😓

I think the single paragraph of dialogue in 3b was probably my favorite line out of all the stuff I ended writing last night just because of the impact it made as the only dialogue in the piece ^^

Also, ORV OC doc? I'm interested 👀👀

-🐹

Ofc, they were good, my dear 🐹 anonnie!

Ah, see? That is where we differ, I don't hesitate writing pure angst lol But I get you, truly.

Yes, it was really good! A very important part in the whole thing :D

Uh, hm, lemme see. You can have this lil part, as a treat:

Nevertheless, they stuck together like glue even after the inevitable catastrophe happened. The older one protected the younger, while the younger one felt incapable. He thought he could finally be worth something, he could become someone, especially with how things have been going thanks to his ‘The ways of survival' copy. So the fighting kicked up a notch, to such a degree that even the other party members became worried and involved.

What he didn’t notice was that he was already someone. A precious younger brother, a family, a friend. The reason for Kyu’s life, why he hadn’t given up yet.

After that fateful fight, they split apart.

The younger doing his own work with his team, the older going on his own way, now alone. Abandoned.

But he only smiled as he left, as he was saying his goodbyes. Such a beautiful, yet fragile expression, his eyes losing their usual bright light.

Dokja would only regret this decision later on, how he didn’t stop his beloved brother even though he noticed his dimmed eyes and the smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Because the next time their paths would meet would be the last -for a long time-. The older one of course, kept an eye on his beloved brother, even after all this. He protected him from afar, sometimes even getting caught in the act by a team member, never mentioning it to Dokja, knowing what happened between the two. Kyu was on good terms with the others after all, being the big brother of the group. They all loved him, grew attached to him too soon, too deep.

The older brother even met Joonghyuk a few times, maybe even too much to be considered a coincidence. Especially since the man saw something in him ever since their first meeting and desperately wanted to recruit him into his own team. He considered it, but knowing he wouldn’t be able to protect his little brother if he were to join, he declined politely every time.

But he couldn’t run from that fateful day that way. Maybe if he was in the sun fish's team, but not like this.

When he saw Dokja in a hopeless situation, his body acted on its own. Even if anybody was near him, they couldn’t stop him. With his powers activated, he made his way to his younger brother like rushing water released from its dam, only to take a deadly blow in his place.

Organs destroyed, blood flowing, his eyes met identical abyssal ones.

His lips drew on a gentle smile, his slowly numbing, rigid fingers twitched, then made their way to a shocked face, caressing the pale skin underneath wide eyes.

The world around them blurred together, the loud noises stopped reaching his ears. Sometime, while he was lost in those obsidian orbs, the weight in his chest lightened, making way for the crimson painted waterworks to escape.

“Dokja, you haven’t changed a bit in my eyes. You’re still my cute little brother who covered behind my legs at the sight of strangers-He groaned a bit, hacking up the liquid that prevented him from breathing properly. -Even as a grown up you remained just as dear to me. So please, believe me when I tell you that you are important- A desperate wheeze ripped from his lungs- You have people who care about you. They see you for who you are. You are enough, Dokja… Now I know what you are thinking, how you are. But don’t– He had to stop for a second to catch his breath, his eyes unfocusing every few seconds. -… Don’t ever sacrifice yourself for others, like some hero. That is not what this world or the others need… You might save their lives, their bodies, but you’ll only leave anguish behind... How ironic, me telling you this in such a situation.. Cough ”

“Wait no, Hyung s-stop talking! I can–” “Sshhhh, it’s okay. Big brother is here. They can’t hurt you anymore.” - he made sushing motions, his hands sloppily caressing Dokja’s hair, as if they were kids again.

His head fell onto the younger one’s -when did they get to the ground?-, their identical midnight locks intertwining seamlessly into one bundle of hair, soaking up the dripping droplets from the murky sky. His hands had no more power in them to support themselves anymore, so they uselessly fell onto the ground.

He could hear sounds still, but as if a wad of cotton was stuck in his ears, he couldn’t make any sense of it no matter how hard he tried. His face felt wet; was he or the heavens the cause of it? His eyes could not make anything out of the world anymore, so he found it easier to just close them.

He was tired anyway.

So tired.

He worked so hard all his life, he could get a little rest, no? Just this once.

He was so cold, but now, a gentle warmth spread all over his body.

The harrowing ache left his chest as well, along with the agonizing headache.

His wheezing slowly stopped as he found no energy to try and take air into his vermillion covered lungs, his airways filled with thick liquid.

His time has come, and with the last cognitive power of his mind, he understood it.

He smiled.

[aralezinspace]

Writeblr Positivity Tag

was tagged by both @chromehoplite and @hangfiretales and haven't really had Brain to write so fingers crossed this helps get the juices flowing again xD Under a cut cuz I kinda went off with the answers xD

1. What motivates you to write?

Rereading my favorite stories, certain movies- I forget what Tolkien called it, but just the urge to create after seeing something beautiful that someone else has created. Also telling stories as a sort of release for the feelings/vibes/sentiments that I just don't have space to experience in my every day life.

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

From one of Megan’s stories I’m starting to rework so it’s one cohesive thing and not a tumblr RP thread xD

The truth… Megan laced her fingers and leaned forward, resting her forearms on her thighs. Her hazel eyes stared without focus into the distance. How much of the truth to tell him, at least at this moment.

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

Guardian Megan Samuels. Both she and her order were created for/in the Doctor Who universe, but I'm tweaking some of the concepts for a potential OW. Writing her adventures got me through a really horrible period of my life.

Megan is the embodiment of one of my favorite tropes, "character is done with x but x isn't done with them (because they're good at it)." She was plucked from her life and remolded into a warrior, yet despite being hundreds of years old and seeing untold horros (time war) she hasn't succumbed to cynicism.

She's kind and self sacrificing almost to the point of martyrdom, very protective of the ones she cares about, "you said pick my battles, I'm picking all of them", the hardened exterior of a warrior hiding the fragile, broken, vulnerable, and somehow still kind and optimistic person underneath.

Fuck I miss writing her. Might be time to dust off her old stories...

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

The semi stressful feeling when the ideas and plot are forming faster than your fingers can type- and when the flow stops, going back and tweaking the whole ass story or scene that just popped into existence like Athena did to Zeus xD just watching the story unfold before you, sometimes in ways you didn't think it would

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

How I write action, specifically fights. Pacing it and varying the language so it's engaging but also realistic within the world of the story, and also the thoughts and feelings of the characters while they're fighting.

Also how I can almost always find the right/specific words to describe the vaguest of vibes and feelings, so that the ephemeral mess in my head is understandable (prob cuz I had to do that a lot to get people in my life to understand how I was experiencing the world)

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

Both the commiseration about how writing is wonderful and awful at the same time, and seeing normally eloquent writers have incoherent unhinged conversations about their blorbos xD

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

Sticky notes and a notebook. I have post-its in the back of my writing notebook with all my ideas/prompts so that if I want to write something but don't know what, I can pick one. also specifically those notebooks with folders in them, they're the unsung heros of writers who just accumulate scrap paper with notes and ideas and want to keep them with their writing notebook (aka me) xD

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

In the Doctor Who universe that Megan was originally created for, the Order of Guardians is formed of soldiers of different species from all over the universe, kind of like the Green Lantern corps but for Time Lords. Each Guardian is assigned a Time Lord to protect, how they go about that is their business (Megan is basically glued to the Doctor's hip, she gotta be xD), but their first loyalty is to Gallifrey. They are all enhanced to live as long as Time Lords but don't regenerate, they go through extensive training and schooling, are the elite fighting force of Gallifrey. Megan was the first human Guardian. I'm working on tweaking this whole concept for a potential OW, we'll see how it goes xD

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

Write what you want to write, no matter what it is. Go to your sources of motivation, whatever makes you want to get lost in the magic of storytelling. and remember, it's okay to step away for a bit and come back to it in a few days or weeks or however long- give your brain the space to rest.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters.

Both Chrome and Ama who are already tagged (such amazing writers and so supportive of my multi chap that I've been working on for 3 ish years now) but also @griever-bit-my-finger @honeybeezgobzzzzz @7-wonders @just-french-me-up @just-some-random-blogger @roguelov @cuckoo-on-a-string @peachesofteal @undiscovered-horizon @just-some-random-blogger All of these folks have multiple works that I've read multiple times, and I enjoy them just as much every reread as I did the first time (No pressure to do the questions just my undying love)

[ekacucumber]

Ninjagotober 2023

by @alastair-1205

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❀ Prompt: Companion

❀ Main characters: Sensei Garmadon, Yumi(OC), Zane

❀ Timeline: Between seasons 2 and 3

❀ Summary: Yumi has a hard time when she doesn't understand her purpose. She only embarks on the path of accepting her essence of the Dream Master.

❀ Word count: 547

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Yumi, as always, stays after the lesson for extra exercise. As children leave the territory of school, Sensei Garmadon sits down in front of her with reassuring smile.

"Are you ready?" he asks.

"I guess so..." she replies with a sigh.

Mentor's smile fades, his face turns serious.

"You guess? No, that's not the spirit. Is something bothering you?"

"N-no, Sensei, I'm ready," Yumi closes her eyes to get started.

"This won't do. I ask again: is something bothering you?"

Yumi is silent for a few seconds, hesitating and crumpling the edge of her shirt. "I... I just have a question."

"So?"

"Master... Why do we carry on? I mean, am I even needed as much as you assume? It's a peaceful time, and also Ninja are doing well on their own, I don't think I can be helpful... I'm afraid they don't really need the Dream Master."

Garmadon sighs heavily, as if about to say something important and at the same time difficult.

"Listen to me, Yumi. The peace is fragile. The least imbalance leads to consequences... And it's not only about Ninjago. It's also about a team which can be destroyed due to disagreement. Do you get this part?"

Yumi nods.

"Being a Dream Master is not about fighting alongside. It's about keeping the balance. Dream Masters used to be at the back and help Elemental Masters to recover after tough battles. They chose to use their powers to heal, not to fight. They were never warriors, but great companions."

Yumi looks at her mentor with slight perplexity. Everything Garmadon says about previous Dream Masters always seems something sublime and distant. She remains silent for a bit after the monologue's ending.

"So... Do you want to tell me that I should define myself as a companion?"

"You find your own answer to this question. If you want to think about it more, we can postpone your meditation classes until your mind is clear from uncertainty."

"... Yes, please."

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"Here!" Zane reaches out and lets Falcon sit on his forearm. "It's Falcon, my friend."

Yumi looks at Falcon with pure interest. She has never seen a bird so close.

"So, you became friends with a wild predatory bird?" She asks, trying to stroke him. Falcon sharply squeaks under her hand, but does not resist.

"Well, he was constructed to be my companion, so we have some kind of connection."

Hearing these words, Yumi finally realizes why the bird's head seems too smooth and the feathers too stiff. He's made of metal.

"Oh. That is... That's a great work. Looks very... Natural," she even forgets some words. Falcon squeaks again and soars to the sky.

Yumi can't help but think of the word "companion". It's just stuck in her head like a riddle she can't solve. What does it mean to be a companion? Is she a good companion? Will it make her a good Dream Master?..

"Something's wrong, Yumi?" Zane asks in a concerned voice. "You seem sad."

"Uh... No, I'm fine," she shakes the bad thoughts off. "I think you're lucky to have Falcon and the team by your side."

"That's true. It's really good." Yumi looks at Zane's smiling face and averts her eyes.

She's the only one who must search for the solution.

[jiabeewrites]

The Devil Doesn't Bargain

Pairing: Namor x OC

TW: ummmmm dc x marvel, she/her pronouns, slight violence(?), threats being made, possible sexual innuendos, loss of marvel universe... swearing? IF THERE'S MORE TELL MEEEE

A/N: ok look. i had too. SO HERE YA GO, fellow namor simps! (yes he's my new hyperfixation no i dont care go away) Also the rest of the MCU doesn't exist...just wakanda and that's about it.

MASTERLIST

Italics are Yucatec Mayan

Bold is Mando'a (translations at the bottom)

Blue is Atlantean

Normal is English

Italics and Bold is for emphasis

(I'm sorry if anything is incorrect! also dividers are made by the lovely @firefly-graphics)

A light was shining in his face.

He could feel it.

As he regained his senses, he realized that he was tied to a chair. In a room.

He rolled his eyes. Who did his captors think they were?

That train of thought immediately veered off course when he realized that maybe, this was one that he couldn't break out of.

"Tu'ux yanen?" He muttered to himself.

Where am I?

"Bejla'e', wáaj Ba'axten a diría le je'elo'?" An unknown voice pierced through the silence, almost jeering.

Now, why would I tell you that?

"You speak my language?" He asked.

"Of course I do."

"Who are you? Where am I?" He asked.

She merely laughed.

"Kaysh mirsh solus," she said, rolling her eyes and grinning.

He's an idiot.

"What does that mean?" He demanded.

All of a sudden her teasing demeanor turned to one of threat.

"Have care of how you speak," she hissed, eyes turning to orbs of fire.

Once the flames died down, she began to pace in front of him. She turned, and looked at him with a piercing gaze.

"Who are you?"

"My people call me K'uk'ulkan."

"The Feathered Serpent," She mused. "And your enemies?"

"Namor."

"Namor," she said, playing with the word on her tongue.

"I have told you who I am. I would like to know who you are," Namor said.

She turned to look at him, and for a moment, he had the impression that she was about to incinerate him.

"I have gone by many names," she said after a while. "I have been called Anqa, Firebird, Fenghuang, the names have...changed throughout history.

"But my people call me Eternity. It is what Creation decided to call me, and I have kept it throughout my existence."

"Eternity."

She smirked.

"Yes, Eternity, no matter how...what do the teenagers say these days...cringy? Yes, no matter how cringy it may sound, that is what my mother called me."

"What do your enemies call you?" Namor asked.

"They call me the Phoenix."

"So what are you going to do with me?" The Meso-american asked finally.

Eternity grinned.

"I'm going to make a deal with you."

"What is this deal?" Namor asked.

"Before I tell you, I need your word that you will not attempt to hurt or destroy me, my people, or the matters of the trade."

He let out a bark of laughter.

"You kidnap me and tie me up, which I will tell you, is not an easy feat, and expect me to not retaliate?" Namor asked incredulously.

"Yes," she said, "Or do you forget what I can do?"

Brushstrokes of red, yellow, and orange started to appear and dance across her fingertips, and slowly making their way across her hand.

He glared at her, then huffed in defeat.

"Fine."

She grinned, and unlocked the chains that bound him.

"Now, let's discuss matters, shall we? And please don't hurt my people. They are much more fragile than you or I."

"So he is the one who took the children," A man with blond hair boomed as the two deities walked into the room.

Eternity sighed.

"Orin, I'd prefer if you didn't attempt to intimidate our guest," she said.

The man shot her an annoyed look, then turned to glare at Namor.

"What is his name?" A man in all black asked.

"My enemies call me Namor."

"This is Batman, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Green Arrow, and the Flash. There are more, but they are occupied at the moment," Eternity said, introducing them.

"Ba'ax tuláakal a máak yaan u k'aaba'ob uts extravagantes?" Namor asked.

Do all your people have such extravagant names?

"Desafortunadamente, je'el. Ba'ale' chuunil laat'a'an utia'al u protección. Wa u yaalab le yóok'ol kaaba' supiera le jach, estarían ti' talamilo'ob."

Unfortunately, yes. But it's mostly for their protection. If the rest of the world knew who they truly were, they'd be in danger.

"What is he saying?" Wonder Woman asked.

"It is none of your concern," Eternity said, with a tad of guilt in her voice. "But onto the matters of the trade. You have someone I want. Actually, it's someones."

Namor looked as if he was deep in thought for a moment, and then realization crawled across his face.

"You mean the children who trespassed into my realm" He said, almost glaring at her.

"They were looking for their comrade. He is know as Aqualad," She said, and pulled up an image of him.

"I have not seen him," Namor said. "Just a group of six children."

"These children?" Batman asked, pulling up an image of Robin, Kid Flash, Artemis, Zatanna, Superboy, and Miss Martain.

"Yes," Namor said, frowning. He then turned to Eternity. "Olak invadieron in reino. Ma' je'el in ye'esik u in wíiniko'obo', k'a'abet a entender le je'elo'."

They nearly tresspassed into my kingdom. I cannot my people exposed, you must understand that.

She nodded.

"I understand, Namor, but we must get these children to safety-"

"If I hand those children over, where is the guarantee that they will not expose them?" He demanded. "And if A wíiniko'obo' decide they want to come along, what is the guarantee that they will not attack in wíiniko'obo'? I have a duty to protect them-"

(Your people/my people)

"And I have a duty to protect mine."

The two deities seemed to be locked into a staring contest.

"Haar'chak," she swore under her breath.

Damn it.

"Fine. Let me speak with the children. Wa ts'aik teech u t'aan u ma' expondrán u a wíiniko'obo', you let them go. If they don't, you are free to keep them under the surface for as long as you see fit."

(If they give you their word that they will not expose your people)

"You can't do that!" Green Arrow yelled.

"Those are our children!" The Flash yelled.

"Your children have trespassed upon my land. That does not go without consequence," Namor said threateningly.

"Our children didn't know of your laws. They can't be blamed," Batman said angrily.

"Just let me speak with them," Eternity said firmly.

"Fine," Namor said. "Ba'ale' ma' dañarás in kaajal. Ka wojeltik u je'el bix u loob wa violencia xu'ullsa'al leti'ob will mean war."

(But you will not harm my people. And know that any form of harm or violence against them)

She shook her head.

"I wish to avoid bloodshed."

"We shall see about that."

A/N:

LMAOOO YALL THOUGHT THAT THE DEVIL WAS NAMOR DIDNT YOU

NOPE NOPE ITS ETERNITY

(pt. 2 is here)

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Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Are you guys liking the story so far? Most of you are so quiet -Danny Words: 2,834 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'Another Believer' -by Rufus Wainwright

X. Just Because I Have Fashion Sense Doesn't Mean I Have Common Sense

I sit next to Percy and lean my head on his shoulder. "That nightmare you had," I say, referring to Annabeth being crushed by darkness. "You'll tell Chiron about it?"

"He'll say he's got a clue but he won't tell me," Percy states grumpily.

"You think Annabeth wants to join the hunt?" I make a face. "I can't imagine not being able to fall in love."

"Annabeth probably found that flyer on the ground and picked it up, you know she hates littering," He straightens in his place, looking right up at the Big House. "I got it."

Percy takes me to see the oracle, is my first time meeting her, and I'm torn between awe and terror. You're supposed to be granted a quest in order to get a prophecy, and Percy has none. I'm not expecting her to respond, but I ask anyway to support Percy. Then I freak out when I hear her voice.

Percy's already leaving, talking as if I were following him down the stairs, but I approach the oracle. "What?" I inch closer.

Percy hears my voice, still upstairs, and stops. He calls after me but I don't reply. I lean down in front of the mummy, her whispers are impossible to comprehend from where I am, so I support one hand on the back of her chair and put my ear right next to her mouth.

"...Beware arae."

"What are you doing?" Percy's voice startles me and I scream a little. 

"I-I'm looking at her dress!" I quickly recover and rush past him. "Great quality!"

I don't know if Percy can tell I'm lying. I also don't know why the oracle addressed me by my real name.

Ara has visited enough magical shops to know they're never fun.

"Guys..." Jason steps out of the elevator. "You've got to see this."

"This is not Macy's," Piper breathes.

The stained window ceiling is beautiful, everything looks fragile and Ara's crow brain buzzes with excitement. She wants to look around, but at the same time, she knows that shiny things are the first to kill you.

Leo gets closer to the railing. "Check it out!"

"Coach Hedge!" Piper gasps. "We've got to get down there."

"May I help you find something?" A woman asks behind them, making them jump. "I'm so happy to see new customers. How may I help you?"

"Um..." Jason pauses. "Is this your store?"

"I found it abandoned, you know," she replies with a pleasant smile. "I understand so many stores are, these days. I decided it would make the perfect place. I love collecting tasteful objects, helping people, and offering quality goods at a reasonable price. So this seemed a good... how do you say... first acquisition in this country."

Ara has a gigantic list of beings that have tried to trick her and her brother into buying stuff at a reasonable price. A reasonable price means turning into guinea pigs or giving away your own parents.

"So you're new to America?" Jason asks. 

"I am... new. I am the Princess of Colchis. My friends call me Your Highness. Now, what are you looking for?"

"Jason..." Piper mutters reluctantly.

"Um, right. Actually, Your Highness..." he points to the first floor. "That's our friend down there, Gleeson Hedge. The satyr. Could we... have him back, please?"

"Of course! I would love to show you my inventory. First, may I know your names?"

Ara's second lesson to a rookie: When a strange lady, who looks like the evil queen from Snow White, asks for your name, make sure you lie.

"This is Piper," Jason answers innocently. "This is Leo, that's Ara. I'm Jason."

The woman's face shifts into a nightmarish sight for a second, then goes back to normal just as quickly. "Jason. What an interesting name... I think we'll have to make a special deal for you. Come, children. Let's go shopping." 

I pull out juice boxes, cookies, and gummy bears out of my bag as I step into the forges. "You won't believe the day I had..."

Beckendorf looks up smirking and raises his voice. "Everyone, Ara brought snacks!"

If I know anything about the Cabin Nine kids, is that food is the way to their hearts. They drop what they're doing and surround me like hungry ducks. Beckendorf sits me on top of a workbench so I can look at them as I talk.

"I disarmed Lily today!" I announce proudly.

"Congrats, Birdy," Nyssa replies politely, digging into a bag of gummy bears.

"If Nico and I work hard, they'll let us try with real swords!"

"What if we make you a sword?" Beckendorf suggests.

I ponder this, but it doesn't sit right with me. Percy and Annabeth got their weapons from someone else, someone they looked up to. I have to earn mine the same way. "It'll come when it has to."

"What's your schedule for tomorrow?" Jake asks.

I pull out a crumbled-up piece of paper from my pocket. "Lunch. Sword training, the lava wall..."

"What? But you've never used the lava wall," Nyssa stops eating to look right at me.

"I know!" I smile big. "Isn't that great?"

"We'll make you a fireproof onesie," Beckendorf suggests with a straight face.

The boys have gone stupid thanks to Medea, but as long as Piper's watching over them, they'll be fine. Ara backtracks slowly, but just as she's turning to the stairs, the woman raises her voice.

"Where do you think you're going?"

The girl stares at her blankly. "Bathroom?"

"Nice try, Ara Jackson," the woman gives her a creepy smile. "You're not going anywhere without my permission. If you want to live, that is."

"You'll try to kill us anyway," she frowns, not surprised that this lady knows her name. "What's the difference if I speed up the process?"

"Ara!" Piper mutters in alarm.

"It's alright, watch this," Ara turns to Leo and Jason, putting all of her power into words. "Boys, for the next half hour, you can't hear anything unless we scream at you."

The boys speak at the same time. "What?"

"Don't listen to her!" The woman sneers.

"What?" Leo asks a little louder.

Ara chuckles. "That'll buy us time."

"Let's speed up your death, Jackson, since you're so eager to get it," Medea's eyes glow red as she snaps her fingers. 

Ara gets transported back to the top floor, sword in hand. She doesn't remember drawing it out. The elevator doors open and something growls inside of it: the Nemean lion steps out, huge and and ready to kill her. 

"Di immortalis," Ara's stomach twists in dread.

She drops to the ground when the lion leaps at her, making the creature crash against a couple of mannequins. Downstairs she hears Piper shouting, Medea's voice echoes around the building.

 "Good luck slowing him down, Daughter of Olympus!"

"Not cool!" She yells back. "That thing was dead, the hunters killed it!"

"Was, half-blood, you said it!" Medea laughs. "Death no longer rules us, young hero. Thanks to my patron, I am flesh and blood again!"

Ara remembers Percy's time fighting the lion, he had help, and right now her team is three stories below and two-thirds of it is temporarily deaf. Then she wonders... does she have to fight it?

The rules that apply to Percy don't have to apply to her. Ara runs across counters and corridors, she grabs a bottle she spotted before in the perfume section, and as she races she tosses all sorts of things in the creature's path, then slides down a handrail, and grabs one of the living fur coats.

Ara presses the Alpha engrained on the hilt of her sword to turn it back into a compass. When the lion jumps over the staircase, the girl pours the bottle of perfume she grabbed moments prior over her head, then stands on her tiptoes to look bigger and opens her arms, the fur coat wrapping her small frame.

"I'm a cub!"

The lion freezes and tilts his head. 

"Meow," she would feel stupid if this weren't a life-or-death situation. The lion sniffs and purrs, nuzzling against her face and licking her hair as if bathing her. "Ugh!" Ara grimaces. "Uh—meow!"

The screaming downstairs increases, it appears Medea shouted loud enough to control the boys. "Stop!" Piper's unable to put enough charm into her voice, she's too scared. Ara has to go back and help them, half of their time has run out already.

"Let them go, Piper," Medea presses. "I'm doing you a favor. Let it happen now, and it will make your choice so much easier. Enceladus will be pleased. You could have your father back today!" 

"Okay... uh... listen," Ara holds the lion's face. "You'll cooperate 'cause you're a good boy, right?" The lion rubs his muzzle against her cheek, it feels like pressing her face on sandpaper. "Good boy!" Ara climbs on top of him and takes off the fur coat. It's like riding a Mrs. O'Leary covered in spiky wire, but she's wearing thick jeans, so she'll survive. The girl holds onto the mane. "Let's go!"

The lion hops toward the staircase, at the bottom of the mall Ara can see the fight has escalated but now Leo and Jason are fighting together instead of each other. Medea gets to the second floor at the same time Ara does. 

"How—?" 

The lion slams Medea against the potions table, pinning her to the ground that's now covered in strange liquids. 

"Fool!" The woman chokes out. "Do you have any idea what so many potions will do when mixed?"

"I'm guessing they'll go boom?" Ara looks down at her. "That's kinda my thing." She kicks the lion's side with her heel. "Go ahead, boy."

The creature leans forward to rip off Medea's head, then Festus crashes through the ceiling, and during the split second that takes place, the woman stabs the lion's mouth with broken glass. He whimpers and backs away, rolling over in pain. 

Piper runs up to the scene and pulls out Ara from under the creature, ripping her jeans and scratching her leg in the process. Medea doesn't get up, she has several pieces of glass on her arms and face and her legs are in a weird position, clearly broken.

Ara examines the lion and sees his toe beans are raw after getting in contact with the mixed potions. The more powerful, the weaker their soft spots, like an Achilles curse. He's dying. 

Ara draws out her sword. "Piper, leave." The girl obeys, but only because Ara uses charmspeak. When Piper jumps the railing she gets caught by Jason and Leo, who are riding Festus' back. Ara helps the Nemean lion the only way she can. 

If she had more time and resources, and if they weren't traveling on a flying dragon, maybe she'd nurse him back to health, but that's not an option. The lion leaves his pelt behind and Ara puts it on, it turns into a cloak as she does.

"This won't be the last time you kill an innocent!" Medea snarls, her skin is now blistering. "You cannot escape your curse!"

Ara puts her sword away, not bothering to look back. "Tell Gaea she's next."

She jumps off the railing and grabs onto one of the cages Festus is carrying as he goes up. Once they're out of reach, the mall explodes.

"I still think we should've asked for help," Lily says.

"No, we're going to show everyone," I lift the sword with difficulty. "We're heroes too!"

"Yeah!" Nico exclaims just as excited.

Lily sighs like she's already exhausted. Her eyes land on a boy walking by and she fixes her posture, calling him over. "Michael Yew!"

Michael isn't a big deal, but people know him for his temper. He's never afraid to pick fights with older campers even though he's Lily's height and Percy's age, so he's a perfect guy for us to train with. 

He looks at Lily reluctantly, to be addressed by her is always a little unnerving. Also, he remembers her from last year's Capture the Flag. 

"Hi..." The boy notices our swords. "Who are you planning to kill now?"

"We're not killing anyone yet, we're training," Lily explains casually.

Nico gets too antsy and starts without us, driving the sword into a dummy with wild energy.

"Training?" Mike crosses his arms. "Athena, Aphrodite, and Hermes don't have sword training at the same time."

"Aphrodites never attend their lessons so the instructor rarely shows up," I shrug. "Nico can do whatever he wants 'cause he's unclaimed, and Lily's using her missing-sister card. She's so sad she can't focus on her lessons."

"I'm falling apart," Lily nods with zero feeling.

Michael clasps his hands together. "Well, you seem to be having fun, so I'm—"

"What are you doing?" Chiron's voice startles us.

Nico's sword cuts across his thigh and makes him bleed, Chiron takes the sword away and snatches mine too as I run up to them.

"Michael, help!" Lily seizes his wrist.

"This is why you shouldn't train unsupervised!" He barks at us.

Michael wants to keep us away from the infirmary so we don't stress out the rest of his siblings, so he takes us to the Big House. 

"I was meant to give Will his first lesson anyway," he sighs, lifting up Nico with difficulty. "If you're just starting, you need to learn without the swords."

"I've trained with Percy before!" I argue.

Michael isn't having it. "I won't have you as a frequent patient!"

Lily tries to follow us but Chiron gets in her way. "Miss Saggio, you should be with your siblings. Go."

There is no room for discussion, Lily groans and turns around. Michael is now scolding Nico because he can't stop squirming. "You won't get better with a wrongly balanced weapon—until you find one that's right, you'll use sticks."

"But Percy always trained with real swords!" I pout.

"What if Bianca needs my help?" Nico and I share a look, his eyes are brimming with tears. 

"If it's an emergency, you won't even register the difference between wood and the real deal," Michael rolls his eyes. "Everyone knows you three are wild little beasts and I'm not teaching you to kill until you learn to control your impulses."

I frown. "Why are you adding Lily to it? She did nothing wrong!"

"She has terrible posture when using a bow!" He snaps, it seems he's been thinking about that one. "If you insist on threatening people's safety by training together, I'll make sure no one gets hurt."

I'm a little stunned at his reply. "Wait... so you'll help us?"

"Michael?" 

Will Solace is standing on the front steps of the Big House's entrance, looking at us with curiosity. Michael Yew walks forward with Nico in his arms, his tone changes when he talks to his ten-year-old brother. 

"Will, go prep the stuff, alright?"

Nico whimpers. "I don't like doctors."

I catch up and hold his hand. "It's okay, these are cool doctors."

Hanging from a cage is good for introspection, and Ara's got a lot on her mind. However, after what feels like merely an hour, Festus makes a funny noise and then plummets down. 

Ara holds onto the cages, her hands hurting from the cold and the effort. She doesn't allow herself to question if this is how she'll die, because really, the sky is the only safe place left for demigods right now. If they can't make it there, then it's game over. 

"You cannot escape the curse."  

What was Medea talking about? Ara isn't cursed!

"Hang tight, Ara!" Leo shouts. "Emergency landing!" 

The boy pilots Festus to the backyard of a mansion, but the moment they reach the limits something blasts Festus straight on the chest. He drops the cages on impact, and Ara doesn't want every organ in her body to burst if she ends up beneath the cage's weight, so she lets go, rolling away just like Percy taught her.

The snow softens her fall as well as her new cloak and the oversized jacket, but the air still gets pushed out of her lungs, and she takes a moment to recover. When she sits up her neck stings, probably pulled a muscle or two, but she can feel all her limbs, and most importantly, her heart's still beating.

She hears voices and then sobbing. Ara tenses and her mind goes to Leo, he was riding Festus when the dragon was blasted out of existence. She looks back to see the absolute carnage that Festus ended up in and all of the emotions she's been bottling up burst out at once. 

Ara doubles over, pushing out the food she ate just a few hours ago. The girl gets up on shaky legs and then searches the area looking for her dino bag. When she finds it, the worn-out T-rex is missing a leg, an eye, and stuffing is coming out of its head. Considering what just happened to Festus, it feels like a bad joke.

Jason and Piper are comforting Leo on the opposite side of the garden. Jason sees her and approaches, but before he can ask she waves a hand dismissively. 

"How's Leo?" Ara sees the boy taking apart Festus's head, then the object then goes up into the sky and vanishes. She moves Jason out of the way. "Hey! We could've—!" 

Leo's expression is heartbreaking and it freezes her in place. "Talked to my dad," he speaks hoarsely. "He says hi."

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