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The O'Murchadha-Mutheru Kids: Conduit, Sira and Bori

Because I can't draw for shit, and I'm too scared to...... Have some bios of Asya's main kids. Along with some cringey Picrews to help with visualizing them..... ART IS HARD, OK?! ;A;

| Conduit (The Eldest of all the kids- Adopted by Asya) |

~ Brief Description ~

He/Him pronouns. Gay/Achillean orientation.

Voice Claim: Hanta Sero- My Hero Academia (Japanese voice) Singing voice: Stratovarius

His full mortal name is Natori Siwatu O'Murchadha-Mutheru. He prefers to be called Conduit due to the comfort the nickname brings, though his adoptive mother Asya usually calls him "Little Bird", which is what his first name actually means.

Conduit is a curse-made Gargoyle just like Fort Max (link here if you need a visual reference), but while Conduit should turn into stone during the day, the crystals that grow along his back and wings (sometimes his arms, legs and tail, if he uses his powers too much) are shards of moonstones that save him from the curse's stone-form effect. They are what prevents his ability to speak from being stolen and keeps his head and chest from becoming fully gargoyle in appearance, aside from his horns and fangs, and allow him to be active during the day and night.

If the moonstone shards are all removed, the grey scales will creep further up his human skin and he will become a statue at dawn, which will continue until a new crystal patch grows on his back again. But if he cannot regrow the crystals at all before the end of a week.... he will become a full gargoyle and lose his human side forever.

The appearance of his human side only consists of his light tan skin on his upper-torso area and head. But, from his shoulders to his hands, his hips to his feet, his tail and his wings down along his back... Conduit has dark grey scales befitting a gargoyle. He also has scraggly blonde hair and baby blue eyes, with short, straight-arching, dark grey horns. He got his scar across his face long before he met Asya, when he was a feral child struggling to survive against the Deep Dweller sirens constantly attacking him.

Those constant attacks from the Deep Dwellers are the reason why Conduit has a fear of going into the ocean and of sirens, other than Elbent, Ferrous or Indi. Starstrike (@dimorphodon-x's OC) does unnerve him for this reason, but also because of his infamous stare reminding him of a Deep Dweller, but Conduit instinctually masks his fear and does his best to not react to it around him, to ensure he isn't rude or hurtful towards Strike. (He's a very polite little man, even in the face of his PTSD, ok?!)

He quickly grew to reach 8 feet tall by the time he turned 19, making him a full foot taller than Verglaust. But for a while, he was considered the shortest on the ship due purely to his malnourishment, so as soon as he gained some pounds and healthy chonkiness, he quickly gained muscle and size thanks to the healthier lifestyle and care Asya and the gang gave him... Making both Conduit AND Asya late bloomers that gained their growth spurt at the same stage in their life.

He's around 27 years old by the time he arrives at Joka Ardhi, making him the oldest kid on the ship by six years. Once Ferrous becomes captain of the ship, Conduit will take over his father's role as the Immortal Sun's main doctor, helping Nicole even after her retirement.

Overall.... Conduit's a very good boy, kind-hearted, well mannered, and always eager to help. Also very protective of his siblings, especially his sister Sira and Bori.

~ Backstory ~

Asya and her two husbands had spent only five years living on the Immortal Sun, when they came across an island full of pearlescent shards of moonstone crystals, with some growing as tall as trees in towering clusters. Upon landing on the island to investigate, the crew found a cave full of different veins of crystals, a majority of which were magical in nature and could therefore be used for medical or practical purposes. And with Asya's childhood being spent studying the magic of crystals, as is commonly used in Jokani culture, they began to mine for them and bringing back barrels worth of them, a majority of which could be sold for a great fortune.

During their excavation adventure, Asya stumbled across a hut made of palm leaves and crystal shards, as well as a crowd of Deep Dweller sirens flocking at the shore of the hut. There, being pulled down by the sirens and frantically trying to escape their bloodthirsty hunt, was a young boy. A gargoyle somehow moving about in daylight, and being pulled down under the water by the Deep Dwellers. Without even a moment to hesitate, Asya jumped into the water and fought off the sirens, before she pulled the boy to shore and helped him catch his breath.

Weak, malnourished, riddled with injuries, old scars and crystals just like the ones on this island covering his back and wings, the boy looked to be no older than seven, but by his gargoyle features and face, Asya knew he was physically older but was too weak to develop into his teen body properly. And despite her feeling the sting of trauma from a child she previously rescued long before she met her husbands (a purple Dragonkin toddler she named Hyacinth who died at the hands of his captors despite her best efforts to save him).... Asya chose right there and then to take this boy in and raise him to be stronger, healthier and adored, to never face his struggles in life alone ever again.

After checking to be absolutely certain that he was the only one on this island, Asya marched right back to the ship with the boy in her arms, and without even looking back or saying a word to anyone she passed by, despite the obvious confusion and questions of the crew and her captain, Asya brought the boy below deck and nursed him back to health, making him the first child on board the Immortal Sun. The moment he regained consciousness, the child began to act defensively feral, hissing and swatting at anyone who dared come near him, with the only real way to treat his wounds being to wait until he was asleep or wait for him to trust Asya, Nicole or Kevin to touch him while he was too exhausted to fight back, and only then could they fully patch him up. Not even Max during his nightly rounds brought the fellow gargoyle any comfort, but no matter who came and went out of the cage room... Asya was always there, spending every moment she could by his side, patiently waiting for him to lower his guard and simply spoke to him with a soft, maternal voice to soothe his worries, oftentimes calling him "Little bird" affectionately, all without realizing just how suddenly she was adopting the role of a mother.

Four months later, the now healed up and less frightened boy finally began to explore the ship, curious yet timid but in a way a child should be. No longer did he show his feral side, but still he preferred to walk on all fours and move or act like a beast, not that Asya minded as she encouraged him while also showing him how to rely on his hind legs (a secret she had yet to reveal to the crew about her own childhood habit of walking on all fours and learning to transition onto her paws). And after another month, he finally began to speak but with very few words, like a toddler learning how to grasp the concept of speech. It was, however, more than enough to learn his story...

Of how he lived with his human father and mother, a Primus fisherman and a Unicronian weaver, on a tiny ship that relied on the sea for all they needed. Of how the ship suddenly crashed on a small island that was home to a mage, and how the mage angrily cursed Conduit, the only survivor, for stealing from his trash for food, and thus cursed him to bear the appearance of a true beast scavenging to survive. The moment the curse took form, it went rogue from the boy's fear, trauma and anguish, and thus the island became completely surrounded by crystals born of his body and power, killing the mage with it on accident. And since then, the boy grew up surviving on his own, until he was attacked yet again by the same Deep Dwellers who caused his family's ship to crash and killed his parents.

Since that faithful day, Asya has since taken him under her wing and raised him with all her love and praise, and with a healthier lifestyle he immediately shot up in size and grew physically stronger and bigger as a result, reaching well above Ferrous's height when he reached twelve years old, while the gargoyle child was twenty and already surpassed the average human height easily. Nowadays, rather than going by the name Asya chose for him in place of the one he can no longer remember from his parents, he usually goes by Conduit, in reference to his crystals being conduits of the elements.

~ Appearance ~

Present day Conduit (during the timeline of One Last Wish) is a 27 year old cursed Gargoyle who stands at 8 feet tall, with a wingspan of 7 feet. He has light tan skin with more human features than gargoyle ones, with his wings, entire lower torso down to his digitigrade legs and tail, and his hands up to just below the elbows, all being grey like a gargoyle. From the middle of back and the arms up to the thumb of his wings are all covered in small moonstone clusters, which aid in his ability to stay unfrozen during the day and grant him his powers over the sky-based elements (air, heat, water and lightning). He also has short, scraggly, golden blonde hair and blue eyes, nearly the same hue as his adoptive mother's, a large scar right across the bridge of his nose and under his eyes, and short, straight, grey horns.

Clothing wise, Conduit normally just wears grey, baggy shorts or haram pants, due to the sheer thick size of his digitigrade legs, and a sleeveless yellow top that must have no buttons due to how large and beefy he is naturally as an adult. More often than not, he's usually shirtless when he doesn't feel like struggling with his clothes.

When he uses his powers, the crystals glow the colour of what element he uses (red for heat, light blue for air, yellow for lightning, sapphire blue for water) and he can use up to two elements at a time. However, the more or longer he uses his powers, the more the crystals grow along his body, which mainly gather along his back and wings. But if he uses them too often during a battle, they'll begin to creep more and more along his body, starting with his spine area on his back, down to his tail, and then along his arms and the back of his legs. The more crystals that grow, the more unstable his powers become, until he'll start losing control entirely and lighting or heat begin to spout from his crystals and body against his will. The only way to stop this is to break the crystals off and bring them down to a minimum amount at least on his wing tips.

Growing and trimming the crystals always cause him pain since they pierce through his flesh and grow directly from his bones, but Asya's white fire always helps to soothe it a little during their removal.

~ Personality ~

Conduit is a very sweet, empathetic, kind and patient gentleman, and the older he becomes, the more polite and patient he ends up being through experience and age. Even as a man in his late 20s, he's still the kind of person who helps anyone and everyone, even animals... With such an example being his habit of picking up snails when on land, and putting them in the grass or somewhere safe and hidden to keep them safe from a human path. Despite him understanding that he lives a safe life, however, he always excessively worries about his parents due to their collective trauma. And despite Asya's best efforts in making sure Conduit lives a good and happy life, he still worries about his Mama's wellbeing every time she plays the role of the hero for her family. This has resulted in him developing constant nightmares and insomnia.

... Which led to him becoming close with Blue Heron, Max and his adoptive father, Verglaust, when they're all out and about during the night. Once he becomes a doctor, Conduit will grow even closer to Max and Blue Heron, considering them his uncles.

| Sira (Second child of Asya, Third born on the ship- Biological Daughter of Asya and Kevin) |

~ Brief Description ~

She/Her, Lesbian/Sapphic - Asexual

Voice Claim: Yasha- Critical Role Campaign 2 (she IS mute and literally has no means of talking vocally... but Indi does find a crystal that can grant her one, so this is what she would sound like, after a long while of training to relearn how to speak) Singing voice: Lethabo Mello

Her full name is Sira Citrine O'Murchadha-Mutheru, but like most on the ship, she gained a "pirate" name later on in life, based on her assassin skills and lack of voice... Whisper.

Sira is the shortest of all the kids, with her being just two inches taller than her adoptive mother, Elbent, and only reaching below her closest friend Divot's nose when facing them. On average, she can only reach below the chest of the majority of the Immortal Sun's crew, and can very easily sit on Solclave and Verglaust's shoulder without feeling heavy on them, even as an adult, mostly thanks to her lanky build.

She's known as the "smartest" kid on the ship, due to her analytical and quick-thinking nature, so she usually always knows what to do to solve a problem. She inherited her high intelligence and beauty (alongside her height) from her father, but learned her fighting skills and wit from her mother and Uncle Blue Heron. However, she's often considered a know-it-all due to this, and is often teased when she tries to infodump any exciting new thing she's learned.

On that note, she also inherited her Mama Asya's autism (as well as the Mutheru aquiline nose), which only adds to her struggles due to her being born mute and becoming more reclusive as she grew up. She often hides in high places hidden from view to read and stay away from everyone, mostly due to her being so frequently ignored because of her mutism or teased for her book-smarts but lack of knowledge on how to properly express her emotions. This developed into her "cold and stoic" reputation and masking method, even though she is an emotional and highly empathetic person thanks to Asya teaching her and Divot comforting her.

Sira is one of the only two Dragonkin of Asya's lineage living on the Immortal Sun, after Asya and her poly-fam move to Joka Ardhi. But despite Asya being a Ruby breed of Dragonkin, Sira and her younger brother Bori are both Opal Dragonkin, due to them both not being Sun Blessed or bearing the traits of their mother's pedigree. This is because specific conditions must be met in order for a Ruby Dragonkin to be born, and thereafter are considered their own species or breed. (But without these conditions tampering with Asya's firstborn or any child afterwards, every child born of Asya's blood are therefore all Opal Dragonkin (But only Njeri, Asya and Elbent's child, is a Ruby Dragonkin like Asya, since they were born on Joka Ardhi, and has since become the only one of Asya's species to be born during her reign as Dragon Queen)).

Divot (@cuppajj's OC, the child of Drillburst and Fort Max) is the only one who can truly understand Sira on a personal level. For even with them learning how to fluently use sign language, Divot has always been able to "read" and deeply understand Sira since they were kids, and as they grew up together to become warriors and wiser people as a whole, Divot can now read her body language just as clearly as her hand sign. To Divot, Sira can speak a thousand words with just a mere shrug, or say all that she needs to say with just a glance or glare. Deep down, Sira considers Divot her soulmate, thanks to their deep understanding of the mute Dragonkin, and deep down she feels drawn to them in a certain way~

~ Backstory ~

After the troubling birth of Elbent's second-born daughter Indicolite (in which Asya aided in the delivery, but when she was born blue and deathly still, she used the forbidden Soul Fire magic and gave up a piece of her soul to revive Indi), Asya immediately knew deep down that she yearned to bear a child of her own. The baby blues hit even stronger the moment she held the crying and lively newborn siren in her arms, now bearing a tiny shard of Asya's soul for the rest of her life.

There was just one problem with her wish... She was still stuck with the remnant parts of a man, despite her hormone replacement therapy granting her the physique of a woman.

So, it was decided, after much discussion and argument between Asya, Kevin, and Elbent, that until a more permanent solution could be found, they would craft a potion to temporarily grant Asya the full form of a woman, with her first love, Kevin, being chosen as the sire of this child. And for the first few months of her pregnancy, despite all the sickness and aches she felt... Asya finally felt whole. The dysphoria was gone, for the first time in her life, and Asya had never felt so happy since that day.

But the joy did not last... For when she reached only her seventh month, Asya began to bleed and knew something was wrong. The baby was coming. And she knew, despite the constant reassurance she gave to her spouses through her agony... She was dying. The potion was wearing off too soon, and Asya's body was reverting to its old state, with her womb slowly disappearing and the labor now starting to tear Asya apart from the inside.

Working quickly and efficiently, they finally delivered a healthy baby girl, but... Asya couldn't wake up. And while the newborn never cried her first breath, the screams that echoed from Elbent rang across the ship marked the event for all to remember for the rest of their lives, as her spouses soon ran in to witness Elbent slowly turning feral with grief, as she held her dead wife. Kevin and Conduit quickly worked together to patch Asya up and used Conduit's electricity to shock her back to life. And even though it worked... the new mother remained sleeping, too weak to wake up or even move. And upon checking on the premature infant, Nicole discovered why she was so eerily quiet....

The baby was born without a voice. Not even a voice box could be found in the newborn's throat, despite her having everything else she needed to breathe, drink, eat and live without any issues.

So, when Asya finally healed and came out of her coma a month later, the new parents worked during Asya's bed rest to learn sign language and form a curriculum for their mute daughter and all their kids and the crew of the ship to learn, in order to grant their youngest child the right to communicate as she grew. And as she did grow up strong but silent, Asya finally figured out a name for her now three month old, based purely on the appearance she inherited...

Sira, after her late grandmother, Gasira Mutheru, and Citrine for her middle name, after Apophis's daughter, the dragon who was meant to become the next Dragon Queen were it not for the Founders.

....... Growing up on the ship soon became a challenge all on its own for Sira, as without a voice or a clear way to communicate, the young Dragonkin was easily ignored due to how chaotic and loud everyone else was, despite their love and care for her. So, instead of trying to stand out to be seen, Sira opted to simply hide and be patient, wait for her turn for attention to get the things she needed, or simply go to Solclave, Blue Heron, Hawk or, more frequently, Divot for help.

Her visits to Divot and Drill to get away from the frantic lifestyle of her family grew more and more common, even more so when Sira became fully fluent in hand sign alongside her parents, her brothers and sister, and of course Divot, the only person quiet enough to listen to Sira who aided in helping her learn. Now with a more visual way of communicating beyond being dragged around, pointing and writing to show Sira's needs, the blue Dragonkin and the child of the bard quickly became a common sight around the ship, as they grew into mischievous teenagers and eventually witty young adults, masters in the ways of a warrior and seafaring pirates.

Mastering her icy blue flames and the ballet-like grace of her steel barbed whip, a weapon she hides as a belt under her sash while her leather corset protects her skin, Sira grew up into a formidable warrior due to the speed of her attacks and the range of both her fire magic and her weapon. However, Sira's greatest strength lies in her stealth and silence, alongside her quick wit and the trust she has in Divot.

~ Appearance ~

As she grew and neared her pre-teens, Sira looked almost entirely human during this phase of her childhood development, were it not for her sky blue hands and feet (aside from her soles and palms, which were the normal pale brown befitting a person of colour) alongside the very tiny stumps for horns hidden in her afro of dreadlocks. But as she reached her mid-teen years, she developed the traits befitting a blue Opal Dragonkin, with clawed draconic feet upon scaly legs, sharp clawed hands and fangs, a long tail with a short black tuft of fur at the tip, and short, slightly curved, gazelle-like horns. She hated this form of puberty since Dragonkin grow their scales through pimples, just like a human teenager with acne, but are extremely itchy as they emerge and become scales along the skin, which is also oily to help the scales develop into strong, vibrant and hard armour... but it stinks like rotting fish, unfortunately for Sira.

Fashion wise, Sira wears dusty-pastel blue, shoulderless blouses with long draping sleeves, all of them being made of silk or any soft fabrics she can find due to her finding cotton and linen too rough for her comfort. This is normally paired up with simple navy or dark blue pants that only reach her knees, to accommodate for her digitigrade legs, held up by a scarf belt Asya weaved for her 18th birthday, made of dark green and yellow cashmere... The colours of her crush, Divot, which she started wearing as a belt on the day Divot explained their pronouns to show her support for her She/They friend. (Yes, Asya knows this, and she excitedly ships them... She already has a golden cow statuette ready to give to Drillburst, as it is Jokani tradition for a parent or partner to give the family of the betrothed a cow as their dowry) And due to her constant reading, Sira developed bad eyesight and at the age of 12, earning her rectangular glasses that she cannot take off for anything other than baths and sleeping.

Sira inherited her mother's ebony skin tone, but due to her half-black genes, she's just one hue lighter than Asya but is still MUCH darker than Blue Heron. Alongside the Jokani completion, Sira also inherited her mother's long curls, and so keeping in her half-Jokani tradition and for easier hair maintenance, Sira has skinny and tight box braids that only reach below her chin and jaw, styled in a side-swept bob, with a few colourful beads to decorate the very ends of some of her braids in the colours of her parents:

Orange for Asya, Red for Kevin, Dark Blue for Brynjolf, Sky Blue for Elbent, and Emerald Green for Verglaust.

Two pairs are on the first two braids framing her face, to represent all four parents evenly, and two more pairs are on either side of her ears....... And yes, when it's windy, they do tend to whack her glasses.

~ Personality ~

Due to her growing up surrounded by loud, energetic and constantly busy family members, and an even louder ship full of crewmates constantly arguing, bantering, singing and fighting monsters of the sea or other pirates, Sira grew up feeling invisible for most of her life, finding comfort in books and solitude. But because of this lifestyle, she never felt the need to be emotionally expressive to make up for her lack of a voice, for who would even see her expressions or emotions when no one can hear her or remember to look her way?

As such, Sira doesn't speak, or rather sign, as much as she'd like to, simply because she rarely has much to say knowing she would just end up being talked over or not given attention in order to communicate at all, due to her mutism and her need to have someone who knows hand sign to speak to. So, when she does hold a conversation with someone, she often has a chilling and stoic aura around her, almost like an inability to use any of her emotions, which surprisingly aids in showing just how intelligent she can be.

However, Sira is actually very shy and introverted, and oftentimes finds herself acting rather awkward in most social situations due to her solitary lifestyle. This is where Divot comes in as her saving grace and her advocate.... For without them, Sira would be even more antisocial and outright afraid to even approach people, due to the huge barrier her disability causes.

When she's with Divot, Sira is much more expressive, relaxed and happy, to the point that no one on the entire ship, other than her parents, have ever seen her smile without Divot being there. It's gotten to the point, now that they are all older and have formed their adult lives on the ship, that every time Divot enters the room, Sira immediately brightens up and her fire magic flares due to her magic being fueled by her emotions and her literal heart. They usually show up as a smoke-filled sigh that comes out in the shape of a heart, or her tail tip catching fire suddenly. Divot has yet to realize this, much to Sira's relief in her hope of revealing her fiery heart's desire to them one day~

| Bori (Third child of Asya, Last child born on the ship to Elbent's family- Son of Asya and Verglaust) |

(Art belongs to PammyJammy117 on Twitter... I'm just using it as a placeholder cause HE EERIE LOOKS JUST LIKE VERGLAUST AND ASYA BUT WHITEWASHED, LIKE DAYUM)

He/Him, Pansexual

Voice Claim- Lon'qu from Fire Emblem Heroes Singing Voice: Rengoku's part in this... Bori would most likely sing this with Flora (Nicole's daughter) for a karaoke night of drunken fun.... but also I just really like this song ;3;

His full name is Borealis Kaito O'Murchadha-Mutheru, and instead of gaining a badass pirate name like the rest of his family... his appearance and the teasing from his much older siblings led to him earning the nickname "Panda". But, when he's finally treated more seriously, he bears the proud moniker of his name, Bori, after the adoptive albino Dunefarer that Asya considered her true father in her past.

His usual reaction to being called Panda is to immediately snap/spin to the one who called him that (usually just his siblings) and yell at the top of his voice "YOU..... Shut your face!!" and then just as suddenly return to whatever he was doing, including speaking at a calmer and quieter tone, as if it never happened. It's become an inside joke to the O'Murchadha-Mutheru siblings, to see just how far away they can be to see how loud Bori's voice can get.

Bori became the strongest person on the ship, in order to inherit his father's role as the protector of the Immortal Sun. And thanks to the crystal magic Asya discovered during her battle against her father, Bori soon gained the ability to transform into a 35 foot long white Lindwyrm.

Because he's the youngest on the ship, Bori was half raised on Joka Ardhi until he was around 20 years old, when he felt ready to live on the Immortal Sun away from his parents. During his time on land, he discovered his orientation and became a bit of a playboy amongst the Jokani. He did meet and eventually fall for a Dragonkin transwoman with lavender scales named Djamila, whom he visits once a year when the ship returns to Joka Ardhi for their annual family meeting to keep in touch. He hopes one day to bring her with him for the year to see the world beyond the southern kingdom's shores.... and marry her~

Should anything happen to Njeri or her future heirs when they becomes the next Dragon Monarch after Asya, Bori has given his consent to come back to Joka Ardhi and step in as a "stand-in" Dragon Lord until a suitable heir can replace him, be it his own children or someone he feels can bear the mantle of the crown. So, despite his Opal Dragonkin birth and his lack of coronation as crown prince, Bori is a real prince, and a cautionary heir apparent to the Throne of Crimson Sands. And should he actually become Dragon Lord, none would dare to oppose him due to his strength and kindness.

~ Backstory ~

Once again, the baby blues hit a now fully transitioned intersex Asya, only this time she was more severely warned by her husbands and wife that she cannot, under any circumstances, carry a child. Not until they were truly sure of her body being capable of undergoing such a taxing event and survive.

So, a deal was struck... Kevin would carry the child by undergoing an upgraded and longer lasting gender-bending potion, and through a mix of science and meticulous magical aid, a piece of Asya's DNA (her "seed") was altered to ensure she was the biological mother of the child. And, with Verglaust chosen as the sire, Kevin would henceforth be their gender-bent surrogate to the very first Half-Fauna dragon-hybrid, that being a half Desert Lindwyrm Dragon - half Sea Dragon.

Despite their worries of Kevin possibly facing body dysphoria and pain from carrying a child, let alone one bearing a plethora of sturdy genes (of both an increased dragon bloodline instead of a half human one, and Verglaust's dominant giant-size gene), Kevin had no issues and instead experienced a surprisingly pleasant pregnancy and birth... At the result of him realizing that he was genderfluid and loved appearing as masculine or as feminine as he felt each day, to the point that he and Elbent now have daily arguments over her dresses that he steals borrows.

When the baby was born, there was no question on what to name him, especially after the shock wore off from the fact that the infant's ebony skin had white Dragonkin traits. The white scales of his Dragonkin features would soon lead to his parents deciding on the name Borealis, after Asya's father figure who often wore a white wolf pelt to cover his pale, albino skin.

However, because of his literal "black and white" appearance, as well as his early growth spurt making him as tall as Elbent by the time he was ten, his siblings and most of the crew started calling him "Panda". This, however, would be a name that he'd greatly benefit from as it perfectly described him in personality too... For when the day came that his parents decided to leave the Immortal Sun and live in Joka Ardhi, bringing Bori with them after consent was given to let him be raised by his parents until he was ready to return to the ship, many of his now adult aged siblings were given the roles of their parents, be it by the child's choice or inherited by birthright.

And so, Bori grew up for half his life in the royal palace of Joka Ardhi, a designated prince by blood as he grew in both size and power, while also growing up hearing the tales of his parents' heroic deeds during their decades at sea. And as he grew to be just as big as his father, Bori was inspired by him and so chose to inherit the role of the "guardian" of the ship, once he was old enough and felt ready to leave. During his final month in preparation for his departure, his mother Asya revealed to him the secret of her family, of how she won the war against her father for the crown... The crystals that bore the ability to change a dragon from before the Founder's War into humans could also allow humans bearing their blood to turn into titan sized dragons.

Immediately, Bori took his chance to fully embrace the old mantle of his father and gained the ability to turn into a giant Lindwyrm at will, just like his mother could, but one capable of rapid speeds through both air and sea thanks to his inherited White and Yellow fire magic allowing him to hop and glide through the air, while his father's sea dragon genes allowed him to swim faster than the wind... Even though he requires a potion to grant him gills.

~ Appearance ~

Bori is the only one so far to be JUST as tall as Solclave once he's fully grown, all thanks to his father's tall genes and his mother's Dragonkin size boosting genes adding onto it. It certainly doesn't help that he's also huge in a physical way, due to his training to tone his growing body and prepare it for his chosen role as guardian of the ship, a mantle he eagerly wished to gain to honour both his father and maternal grandfather-by-choice.

As such, Bori usually wears armour that mostly consists of leather pants, metal knee pads and boots, leather straps crossed over his bare chest (that constantly creak with strain when he crosses his arms) that hold his twin sinmalayat swords at his hips, and a metal pauldron covering the entirety of each shoulder down to his bicep, one cut in the shape of a wolf skull, the other of a dragon.

...... He refuses to wear a shirt or coat.

Beyond that, he mostly inherited his father's looks, but he has his mother's ebony skin tone, though his is a bit lighter and towards a bronze hue. He also has central heterochromia, with his father's sunset-orange eyes being in the center while his mother's aquamarine-blue hue surround the rings of orange... And sometimes, when his eyes are half-lidded, they appear just like a golden sun on the sea horizon. He often wears his black, wavy curls half-up in a messy bun to hide them, while the rest of his hair reaches just past his shoulders, with three beads (green, orange and red for his father, mother and surrogate carrier) in a single row woven into the hair-tie, as is tradition of a Jokani child.

~ Personality ~

Upon first impressions, Bori appears stoic, intimidating and a terrifying presence to be near, which certainly fit his overshadowing appearance and height. However, once someone gets to truly talk to him without showing him any fear, Bori finally reveals his true personality...

A kind, mannerly, sweet and caring guy who tends to be rather sheepish and easily flustered at the simplest of compliments.

He is very playful with his siblings, since they rarely saw each other before he joined the crew once he was of age, and to make up for lost time they constantly prank each other. In turn, he is very protective of his older sister Sira, the only other Dragonkin on the ship, and the two form a close bond as they celebrate both sabbatic and religious traditions of their Jokani culture together, to honour their mother and family when they miss them.

And when the day comes that he finally brings his girlfriend on board, they celebrate their Jokani ways as a new family to help Djamila (often called Millie for short) settle in and enjoy her time on the ship... just as the crew did when Asya first came on board~

And to finish this off.... here's everyone's heights, with Asya (in her true Dragonkin form), Verglaust, Elbent, Kevin and Solclave for comparisons.

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ᴥ︎ᴥ︎—LEMME’ DO YA’ LIKE—AKARI ADACHI X CIEL WILREM—ᴥ︎ᴥ︎

Notes: Smut, shameless smut, second smut on this acc how we feelin, yes jiren is in here but not in the smut now leave me alone, are you happy now nana?, rough sex, angry sex, well akaris more angry and annoyed then anything, teasing, extensive flirting, indudenous, harem fighting, Ciel is a piece of fucking shit and i hope he dies, fucking outside , basically outdoor sex, fingering, lots of mentions of his hands and her hands ok, bondage, basically blindfloded, lots of bitting, fangs, teerh ok i like bitting, rings, hair pulling, slight mentions towards masochist akari okay, slight mententuons towards sadist ciel, ciel has a ego, praise kink, degrading, oh my god, smut with plot, no beta we die like akari, no penis in vaginia sex, eating out.

Fliilipino and Korean translations:

“welcome, how are you?”, “Mubhay, Kamusta ka??”

“nadito ka?!”, “your here?!”

“oo sorry, hindi ko inaasahan na nandito ka..”, “yes sorry, i didn’t expect to see you here.”

“o, igeos-i-dangisn-eul-wihae- deo na-eungayo?”, “is this better for you?”

“ne, daedanhi gamsahabnida..uli jom dowa julsu-issu-eo?”, “yes, very much, thank you, can you help us?”

“Gaano nakakatuwa..” “how amusing..”

Akari stood with her compianon. Both of them had just got off of the ship they were stuck on. Jiren strectched and groaned as his bones cracked slightly.

“Uhm..Jiren, what’s our plan from now?” She asked him.

He looked towards her and tilted his head. His warmish brown and golden mixed eyes looked around. They were currently across from New Order and in the land of Elika. The ground was dusted with dirt even though it was wood.

Green trees, bushes, plants and other life overgrew the area. Vendors selling all sorts of things lined both sides of the walkway and called out to people getting off the ship.

“Huh..it’s so..green…” He mummbled, sweat-dropping.

The girl also sweat-dropped beside him.

‘You don’t say..’ She thought.

The pair looked at each other and the male smiled.

“So, I happen to have an old..aqquantince of mine..he should be here soon..” He explained, but by the tone of his voice, he didn’t seem too happy.

“Oh?..What’s he like??” The hetercromdia eyed girl asked, slightly curious.

The tan skin male sighed before huffing, a puff of hair coming out. It was rather comical.

“Ciel is…devlish, to say the least…he uhm..he’s a smooth talker and very mainuplative to say the least, Mage, all I ask is that your careful when you talk to him?..” Jiren asked the shorter.

Akari blinked before manging a small grin.

“You got i-!” She was about to finish but a males voice cut her off.

“Did someone say…devlish?” He asked, a lazily grin placed on his face.

Apprently his eyes were focused on Jiren’s because he still didn’t notice the girl.

“Ah, Jiren, good to see your faring well, though, it seems like you have a few bumps and bruises.” He welcomed before laughing.

The cat based male irked at this and was about to respond but the girl caught his eye. He looked at her and his eyes went wide a little, apprently surprised. Before they returned to there normal hodded nature.

“Oh! And you bring a pretty face in tow with you!..” He said, amused.

The white haired girl glanced at the brown haired male next to her before putting a small smile on her face. Ciel’s golden eyes seem fasanatied by her.

“So, your another poor person that Jiren convinced to come with him? How dissapointing. But someone as throughly gorgeous couldn’t have fallen for his willis, could you?” He condesendingly asked.

Akari blushed slightly, out of embrassment. She hated that he was basically making fun of the boy who had protected her for almost two years now.

Speaking of the male, he was scowling now.

“I..I uhm I’ve been with him for a while I don’t think-!!” She was cut off by the annoying male yet again.

“Oh, dear, I’ve heard people say that they know him when they’ve been with him for two years, three, and they all said the same thing..” He said, face mocking a sympathetic expression.

She pressed her lips into a straight line. Was this guy serious?

“Akari, do you have this sort of charming effect on every one?” Jiren finally spoke and nudged the girl beside him.

She only frowned and shot him a look.

Ciel watched the two interact, sure, the cat based male had a friendly aura around him. But he had never seen anybody interact so happily with him.

“In any case, it’s good to have a trusted guide around here, Ciel.” The brunette male said.

The black haired male narrowed his eyes at the tilte before fake laughing.

“Ahaha, Guide, Mercanary? Never. My work is better then that.” He replied, unamused.

The long haired girl smiled strainedly.

“Oh..? Then what’s your field of work now?” She asked.

He leaned a little closer to her, making her tense and look away. She flicked her eyes to the brown eyed male beside her nervously.

“I prefer to class myself as a wandrer, and I help people in need and want..” He simply explained.

She moved away and sighed under her breath. Did this guy lay down for a second?

Ciel merly smiled and tilted his head at her odd behavior.

“Say, where are you from exactly? You don’t look like someone from the other lands..?” He asked, curious.

The hetercromdia eyed girl tensed again and grinned nervously. A bead of sweat rolled down her cheek.

“Ah, erm..from the..New order lands..” She muttered.

He blinked a few times before ‘oh-‘ ing.

“Ah, that makes sense! You do look more simaliar to them then one from Jiren’s land.” He said.

The tan skinned other male glared at him and tugged Akari closer to him. She stumbled slightly before blushing slightly. He was acting..almost needy..

“Anyways, I’m sure your curious to know why I called you here. Well, we need guidence and help for hiding from something.” He explained, still frowning.

The ladder male hummed and glanced towards the brunette.

“Hiding from something? Oh, the Jiren I would know wouldn’t even consder hiding!” He said, slightly teasing.

Jiren narrowed his eyes at him.

“Well..uhm..it’s sort of needed..so..can you help us??” The long haired girl asked.

The black haired other male smiled and looked away for a second. He seemed to be thinking about something.

“Huh..well, if your not going to tell me what your on the run from, I don’t see why I should. Even if Jiren is a old friend of mine.” He said, raising an eyebrow cockily.

The other two scooted closer to another and Akari bit her lip nervously. She didn’t like talking about it, or even mentioning it.

“I..I don’t like to talk about it..” She spoke.

The tall male stared at her uncomfortably for a few seconds. Before he huffed and grinned slightly.

“Fine, I’ll get it out of you eventually. Anyways, since you two are looking to hide, I think it would be best if you were to get some..advice from someone..” He offered.

The other male raised a skeptic eyebrow and glanced between Akari and Ciel.

“Oh? Adivice from who?” He asked.

“I dobut you’ve heard of her, but her name is Lenevery Redbrook. She’s a healer mage but she knows a few good hiding places, and she’s also empathic.” He told them.

The hetercromdia eyed girl’s eyes widened. She blinked a few times before speaking.

“Lenevery? I know her, I didn’t show moved her though..” She mumbled.

The yellow eyed male hummed and eyed her in intrest.

“Oh, yes. Lenevery is quite popular, moreso for being a runaway noble.” He added on.

Jiren perked up at this and nudged the girl beside him.

“So your friends fugtive, now? Should’ve told me that.” He asked before scoffing.

The shorter of the duo frowned at this and was about to respond but the other male cut her off again.

“Anyhow, since it seems like you too aren’t..too aganist my help..what’s say we go and pay dear Lenevery a vist?” He asked, smiling.

The heterocromidia eyed girl eyed him wearly, glancing towards Jiren. He only looked away.

“Fine. Let’s go.” She said.

The ladder male seemed pleased as he tugged her closer to him by the sleeve slightly.

“Very well. But, make sure to stay close to me, Mage. Don’t want you getting lost, now.” He teasingly said.

Akari was annoyed at the nickname and glared at him slightly.

“I have a name. It’s Akari Adachi.” She said.

She could only see his annoying stupid grin as he slightly leaned over her.

“Pretty name, it suite you.” He replied.

She sweat-dropped at this and pressed her lips into a firm line. Meanwhile, Jiren pulled her back towards him.

“Can we just go already?” He asked, veom dripping off of his words.

The white haired girl sweated at this, it was honestly childish. Two guys were fighting over her..But eventually, she shrugged the brown eyed male off and followed after the already walking Ciel.

“mabuhay!! Kamusta ka??” A familar voice said as soon as the trio entered the tent.

The tan skinned male made baffled expression and nudged the other girl.

“Hey, you know what she’s saying?” He asked.

The girl didn’t answer as she looked towards the white haired girl with green highlights. Once they made eye contact, the other girl was taken aback.

“h-huh?! Akari, nandito ka?!” Lenevery stumbled out.

Ciel was mainly silent, he wanted to see the two interact. To get a feel for how close they were..

The said girl laughed nervously and replied back in Lenevery’s native tongue.

“oo sorry, hindi ko inaasahan na nandito ka..” She replied, slowly.

The slightly older girl perked up at this and changed languages.

“o, igeos-i-dangisn-eul-wihae- deo na-eungayo?” She asked the Korean girl.

Jiren shot Ciel a look and the other merly just shrugged in response. Meanwhile, she smiled in thankfulness and replied.

“ne, daedanhi gamsahabnida..uli jom dowa julsu-issu-eo?” She asked.

Ciel finally broke up the conversation in butted in.

“Sorry, but Jiren and me have no clue what you two are saying? How’s your english, Lenevery?” He asked, looking away slightly.

The olive colored girl laughed nervously before scouring her brain for the right terms and phrases to say in english.

“Oh..Ciel..it’s coming along..I am still..confused..at times but..I think I can have a minimal conversation..in english..” She slowly said.

Akari shot him a look, slightly annoyed. I mean, why? She could just translate for the two of them!

“Uh? You do know that we would’ve been just fine and I could’ve translated for you two?” She questioned, annoyance clear in her tone.

His golden eyes shifted over to her hetercromdic ones. He stared for a good amount before suddenly breaking it.

“Well of course, But I think this could be a good time for you to brush up on your english, right, Lenevery?” He asked the other.

She smiled nervously and nodded.

“Yes..I supose your right..a..anyways..Akari..you said you needed..erm..help??” She answered before focusing on the girl.

The said girl nodded and glanced towards her brunette friend. His eyes were trained on Lenevery and he observed her.

“Ah yes, we are looking somewhere to hide.. do you know anywhere we could go?” She asked, stepping a little closer out of nerves.

The ex-noble hummed and and tilted her head to the side. Her eyes became narrowed as she pondered.

“Hiding..hmm..well, I know a lot of..ehh..hiding places, as it were..but it depends on how far you want to go..” She mummbled slightly.

This cued the other male to speak up as he cleared his throat.

“Well, where are you best hiding places, Redbrook? Talk to me.” He asked, leaning his head aganist the back of the shelf he was leaning on and grinned.

The blue themed girl couldn’t help but turn red slightly. He knew he was attractive, that was it. And he used it way too often.

As for the older, she blinked a few times before smiling slightly.

“Oh..alright then..I have a..area that is pretty underground, underground in the unsavory type of way though. Most..people are punks down there..I guess..and then a place underneath the bordering docks for..the ship I’m assuming..you two got of..it’s pretty tight down there, though..and ehh..finally..there’s a band of rogues I know..don’t ask me..but erm..I know they would be willing to lead you somewhere..” She presented.

The cat based male closed his eyes and went over the optinons in his head. Ciel’s eyes were trained on Akari, though. While hers, were trained on the other male. He couldn’t help but feel annoyed.

“Oh, hey, Kari’. How does the first option sound? I know it sounds unsavory but you have me after all.” He asked, opening his eyes slightly and looking at her.

The long haired girl sweat-dropped slightly. I mean, sure, she didn’t want to end up getting beat up or robbed..

But her safety- no, Jiren’s and her safety was first.

“If you think that will keep us the safest then…I’ll agree..” She replied.

Ciel, of course, had the bright ideas to butt in.

“You sure? You seem..hesatient..Akari.” He pointed out.

The said girl didn’t look at him but still, her eye twitched.

“Yeah? Well, I can’t really help it.” She bluntly said.

He leered at her, amused. Honestly, no matter how innocent she might play. She could bury her way under your skin.

“Hey, if your certian then..we’ll go to the rogue area.” The brown eyed male said, leaning off of the shelf and getting a good look at his friends face.

She was now officaly annoyed. She accidentally glared at the male and replied.

“For the last time, I’m sure.” She hissed.

He sweat-dropped at the look and looked away. Meanwhile, Ciel’s famous grin placed itself on his face. This was good, if she was more annoyed at the other then him, he could use this.

“So?..Where are you guys..going?” Lenevery asked.

The blue themed girl sighed deeply before turning to her. Her face showing displeasement.

“The first one, rogue area.” She answered.

The other white haired girl looked taken aback at this answer but noded untheless.

“Oh..alright then..well, I have a person I can set you up with tommorow, meet them at the tavern a block from here…” She quickly said, clearly tired from talking in english.

Akari nodded and grabbed the brown haired male by his wrist and dragged him out, waving behind her. The other male followed after them soon enough. The now left alone girl slouched slightly and rested her cheek in her hand.

“Gaano nakakatuwa..” She mummbled.

Once they were outside of the shop, the white-nette still hadn’t let go of him.

“Oh? Getting hands with me, Sweetie?” Jiren asked, teasing her slightly.

She made a confused expression before glancing down and immeditally letting go of him. She scowled and turned a little red.

“Stop it. Honestly, this is so annoying..” She grumbled.

The male’s smile dissapeared slightly while from the corner of his eye, he could see Ciel look around at the small stores and vendors.

“What’s annoying?” He questioned, slightly concerened.

She scoffed and crossed her arms on her chest.

“All of this! Honestly, If I had never EVER tried to make my mother or teacher accomplished or proud then I-!” She started but was cut off.

Now, he was scowling and looking at her annoyed. Was she seriously blamming herself for what happened?!

“Look at me, Mage. I don’t know if this is because what happened back there or what happened that you’ve been spacing out lately, but listen to me. What happened with that blood mage and you is not your fault.” He frimly said, denying her.

The shorter widened her eyes at this and her mouth hung open slightly. She was about to reply but the other male walked back.

“Hey, you two!~ We done whispering and glaring at another now? Great! Let’s find somewhere to stay!~” He quickly said, placing a fake closed eyed smile on his face.

Both Akari and the tan skinned male shared a look.

“But..uhm..your staying with us??” She asked, sweat-dropping slightly.

The black-nette grinned and nodded. Before he leaned a little closer to her.

“Well, of course. We should stick together, plus, both of you are paying me an insane amount, might aswell make it worth your while, yes?” He asked, tilting his head slightly.

The male beside the white haired girl pulled her back slightly and glared at the former.

“Do you not get personal space??” He asked, eyes glaring down at him.

Ciel only laughed slightly before turning around and making a follow me motion. Akari and her friend shared a look before following after him.

The trio checked into a shabby looking hotel and the heterocromdia eyed girl was reading over a book. Her friend had already fallen asleep and she tried her best to stay quiet. She wondered if Ciel had fallen asleep yet.

But her thoughts were proven wrong when she heard someone quietly walk into the kitchen. But then, silence as the person looked towards her.

“Huh..your still awake, Akari?” Ciel asked, opening the cabinet and grabbing a bottle of medicine.

The said girl grimnaced and didn’t look at him. He sounded tired. He tilted his head back while dry swallowing one of the pills and made eye contact with her.

“Mm..what are you reading?..” He asked, slightly walking over to her.

She cringed and tried not to shift anxiously when he over the back of the couch and glanced at the cover of the book. He hummed and laughed slightly.

“Written in the stars? Seriously? A magic tomb? How much did you even pay for that?” He sarcastically asked, leaning back but not fully.

The girl’s eye twitched and she turned to him, shutting the book.

“It was from New Order, and I brought them with me to continue my magic training. They were books that my teacher gave me before I left.” She explained, still annoyed.

He, on the other hand, observed her face. She had a beauty mark under her right eye and her pale soft skin eaged him to touch it. He sighed under his breath and stood up fully.

“Your intresting, Mage. I can’t wait to see what happens with this..little adventure of ours..” He said before grabbing a water he had pulled out of the fridge and walking back to his room.

Akari paused for a second. There was something in his eyes when he looked at her. She couldn’t figure out what it was though.

“Ugh..whatever..” She mummbled before going back to reading her book.

She read over the tomb for a couple hours before yawning and closing it. She put it on the couch and walked to her and Jiren’s room. Yes, they shared a bed and room, so what?

“Mm..” She heard him mummble when she entered the bed next to him.

She nervously shuffled away from her and on the opposite side, creating space between them. She glanced behind her only to see him inching towards her.

“You’re warm..c’mere..” He half-asleeply mummbled, tugging her closer by the waist.

She blushed violently when she basically had his arms wrapped around her waist. She tried not to make to much of a fuss, but a shiver ran down her spine when his breath fanned aganist the back of her neck.

“…ack..!..” She yelped when he leaned even closer and his breath tickled a spefic senstive spot on the back of her neck.

She shut her eyes forceably and eventually, she relaxed fell asleep.

“Good morning, you two? Sleep well?” The familar voice of Ciel asked.

The white-nette and brunette both looked at him amused. She blushed and immeditaly went to go make coffee. The other male only grinned cockily at the other.

“Yep, something along those lines..” He vaguely said.

The black-nette blinked, confused. Why were they both acting like that? If they had done something scandalous, he thinks he would’ve heard, Akari seemed like the vocal type.

“Did something happen??” He bluntly asked, eyes flicking between the two.

The girl embrassingly poured the coffee into her mug loudly, trying to divert the question. She seemed intent on not looking at him.

“Of course not!! Ahaha, wh..what would make you think..that?..” She nervously asked.

He only narrowed his eyes in thought. Something had to happen, there was no way it didn’t. But..

“Nevermind. Let’s get ready to head out.” He dissmissed the topic.

Akari blinked before agreeing and changing into her normal color pallate. She doned a white and blue shirt with a white skirt. Her thighs had white thigh highs and basic blue and white shoes. Her hair was in it’s two classic low pigtails and her messenger bag was across her waist.

“Hey, you look cute.” The golden eyed male said.

She flinched at the complamient and smiled nervously.

“Ah, thank you..” She replied.

She looked out the window and saw a piece of white hair and red eyes. She immeditally seized and looked away. She also shuffled out of frame so the other people in the across window couldn’t see her.

The male who was standing next to her tilted his head.

“Is something wrong?” He asked.

The girl only flinched before sighing deeply under her breath. She looked and him before glancing away.

“No..it’s nothing I just..thought I saw something..” She mummbled.

Next, the brown eyed male stumbled out of the room and walked over. He glanced between his friend and the other male.

“What’s goin’ on?” He asked.

The long haired girl shook her head before smiling at him.

“Nothing, it’s nothing. Let’s go..” She said, dissmissing.

And with that, the group exited the hotel and once the exited, a girl with cotton candy pink hair was standing outside. She had star clips in it and a cute aesthetic to her.

“Ah, hello there! You must be the people Len’ told me to meet, yes? Your heading to the rogue downbelow, yeah?” They asked.

Everyone in the group was taken aback by the girls happy personality. She looked nothing like a rogue, her face free of scars. I mean, she did have a large bandage on her cheek, but she seemed adorable.

“Oh..yes and yeah..if you don’t mind me asking, what’s your name?” The other girl asked.

The other smiled with her eyes closed and introduced herself.

“The name’s Chyou Yang! ☼ I’m basically the person who trades information and leads people in directions for what materials they look for! I also guide people down below, of course!~” She sparkly said.

The former smiled at her and introduced herself.

“My name is Akari Adachi, it’s nice to meet you.” She formally said.

Chyou grinned and laughed slightly before leaning forward with her hands infront of her.

“Hey, now that we know each other, let’s go! Also, be careful to not stumble into any dark alles, just a warning!~” She said, before making a follow me motion.

The trio followed after them and they eventually landed at a hatch. They were in the greenish-yellow grass, sort out of the city.

“Is this where we..get in..?” Jiren asked, sweat-dropping slightly.

The pink-nette nodded their head and with a flourish of their hand, pink magic flew through it and opened the hatch. She blinked before making a gesture to climb down the tight ladder and space.

Akari shared a look toward Jiren and he sighed. He stook a foot on the first ladder step and glanced up at the two others.

“If I die, I’m so haunting you, Akari.” He comically said

“Yeah, okay.” She scoffed.

He grinned slightly before focusing on the steps and climbed down. Ciel went down next and he glanced at the heterocromdia eyed girl before sighing and climbing down aswell. Now, only she was left.

“Well, looks like your next, Adachi!” The bubbly other said.

The said girl peered into the area, not seeing anything at the bottom. She sweat-dropped slightly and turned to the other girl.

“Just confriming, this WILL take us to the undeground, right?” She questioned, slightly anxious.

The grey eyed girl tilted her head, confused. But then perked up and nodded.

“Well, of course? Do I seem like the lying type?” She asked, whining slightly.

The white-nette flinched at this and shook her head before waving her hands around in a apologetic motion.

“No,no,no! I didn’t mean it like that! Sorry..sorry I’ll just go now..” She apologized before carefully placing her hands on the one bar and her feet on the one below it.

Chyou smiled down at her and waved at her slightly before closing the hatch. The girl jolted and was almost shrouded in complete darkness. She started to panic but calmed down and contuined to focus and squint at the bars so she didn’t miss one and plument down.

She eventually looked down and saw light and ground peaking through. She climbed down more and the ladder stopped so she had no choice but to jump down. She grimnaced before letting go of the ladder and jumping down.

She landed on her butt and ‘oof’-ed from the impact. She looked around, spotting Ciel and her male friend not far away. She walked over, dusting off the dirt from the ground she landed on.

“Well, isn’t this just adorable.” Ciel sarcastically remarked.

The blue themed girl paused and looked around. Meanacing looking people glanced at the group, and some stared. A few were talking to vendors that were lined up aganist the dirt road. Signs with rusty looking lights hanged above shabby buildings.

People talked and walked with others, smiling at one another.

“Huh…” The white haired girl said.

The male beside her nudged her to get her attention. She perked up and blinked at him.

“Hey, let’s look around, yeah?” He asked.

She nodded and he pulled her to walk beside him. The black haired male narrowed his eyes at the two but didn’t say anything.

People stared at Akari as she carefully walked beside her friend. Some turned to one another and whispered.

“Hey, she’s really cute, isn’t she?” One mummbled.

“Hell yeah! Look at her hair..it’s so soft looking..”

“You think she came down here for a reason?”

“Maybe to hide? I dunno’ know..”

She sweated at the eyes on her and the cat based male frowned.

“Hey, you okay, Akari?” He asked.

She looked at him and smiled in a reassuring manner.

“Yep, I’m okay!” She replied.

The group walked until a stranger grabbed Akari by the sleeve. She jolted strongly and panicked slightly.

“Heyyy! Pretty girl, come over with us!”

She felt a pit of dread fill up in a stomach. She glanced over at both of the males, they stopped in their tracks and looked at the person holding her.

“Hey. Let go of me!” She yanked herself out of the person’s hold and quickly rushed over to the others.

The trio didn’t even glance back as they contuined on. Akari was still shaken from that so she remained quiet.

After around three hours, it was dimmer in the underground. She assumed it was beinging to become night as some parents ran into their houses with their kids.

“There doesn’t seem to be any hotels down here..should we buy tent and staying outside suppiles from a vender??” The golden eyed male finally spoke.

Both Jiren and the shorter seemed to agree and the girl handed over a sack of gold coins.

“Here. This should be enough.” She said, placing in it his hand.

He glanced at it before looking at her and looking away. He walked over to the vendor who was selling the things they needed.

“Hey, are you okay? I’m sorry about earlier.” The brown eyed male next to her inquried.

She flinched slightly before turning to face him.

“Huh? Oh um..yes I’m fine..” She muttered.

He looked concerned and reached his hand to play with a piece of her white hair that had fallen out of one of pigtails. He looked at it as he messed with it.

“Does that happen often for you?” He asked.

She paled and moved back from his touch. His hand retracted and frowned even more. He was about to open his mouth but a bag of gold was throwen at Akari, making her distracted as she caught it.

“God, they tried to haggle all of the gold you had. You should be happy I was able to calm them down to a reasonable price.” The golden eyed male returned and shuffled as he carried the suppiles.

“Oh..alright..let’s find somewhere to settle down, then?” She paused before asking him.

He glanced between Jiren and her raised a eyebrow before shaking his head.

“Yeah, c’mon, follow me.” He said, shrugging slightly and walking.

The two followed after him, Jiren side glancing Akari. She refused to make eye contact. After a little more walking, they found an area that was barely busy and no one was around. The tall male set the supplies down and turned to the other two.

“So? Let’s set up camp.” He unimpressly said.

The white-nette only started on the fire and once the logs were in place, she shut one of her eyes and waved her fingers. And, a small flame turned into a strudy fire.

Meanwhile, Ciel and the other male were working on a tent. The golden eyed one was putting one of the studs into the ground but he glanced over at his former friend.

“Hey, Jiren, just a question but, how long have you known Akari?” He asked.

The said male paused and frowned. He eyed the male in suspisceon.

“Why? Why does it matter to you?” He asked, slight annoyance dripping off of the question.

The ladder only looked amused at this as he smiled. He knew that the swine liked the girl, it was so obvious.

“Just curious, that’s all.” He replied.

The brunette glanced over at the girl. She was sitting down by the fire, staring at it. She seemed to be deep in thought.

“..Two years..happy?” He answered, eyes not leaving the figure.

“Very.” Ciel simply answered before going back to working.

He would be lying if he said he didn’t want Akari. She was just so intresting in his eyes. And she had so much innonce that he could just corrupt simply by-

His train of thought was cut off by the other male standing up and dusting off his hands.

“Well, there’s the two tents. I’m going over to the fire she made.” And he did just that.

The mage flinched when her friend sat down next her lazily. He glanced over at her before looking at the fire.

“..Sorry about earlier, Mage. I was just worried about you..” He apologized akwardly.

The said girl blinked before smiling akwardly and looking away. Her eyes found Ciel and he glanced over his shoulder and grinned at her. She turned a little red and looked away.

You don’t..like..him..do you?” He asked her, something in his voice.

She looked back over at Jiren and frowned. Her eyebrows furrowed.

“Huh? Of course not. I only met him yesterday..” She said.

He looked away and made a face. Meanwhile, Akari thought he was being werid.

“Are you okay? Your being..strange..” She asked, concerned.

He, all of sudden, stood up and looked at the ground. She frowned deeper at this, not understanding what was wrong.

“Sorry, I uh, I’m just gonna’ go to bed early, goodnight.” He fastly said before walking towards the tents and quickly getting inside his and zipping it closed.

Akari bit her lip and stared at tent before glancing back towards the fire. She inched awah from it, noticing how close she was.

“Hey, you two get into a couples quarel?” The other male asked.

“No..I don’t..” She trailed off and glanced at him.

His apperance was slightly more woren down. She only now noticied how pretty he actually was. His hair was messier and his hands was splayed out, showing off his long fingers that had rings on them.

She wondered how they would look tangeled in her hair- jesus!! Was she seriously like this right now?! Get a hold of yourself, Adachi!

“Hellooo??” He called out, snapping his fingers infront of her face.

She flinched back and blinked a few times. She blushed in embrassment before clearing her throat.

“Ah, sorry..what where you saying?” She asked.

He grinned and leaned a little closer to her. She dug her hands into the ground benth her.

“Has Jiren confessed yet?” He inquried.

The hetercromdia eyed girl startled in confusion. Confess what? Love? Or something else??

“What? Like his everlasting love for me or something?” She sarcastically asked back.

Ciel smiled and nodded. She sweat-dropped and she blinked owishly.

“Are you serious?! Of course not! I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even like me like that!” She said.

The black-nette stared at her and leaned a little closer. Now he was practically breathing down her neck.

“Oh..so your the dense type then??” He mummbled.

Her eyes shakily stared into his since it seemed like she couldn’t look anywhere else.

“What are you doing?” She shakily asked.

“Would be dense if I kissed you right now? Hm?” He asked.

She sweat-droped and her eyes scrunched up. She wasn’t aganist it, but it seemed wrong. I mean, what if her friend found them?

“But Jiren-!” She started but was cut off.

“This isn’t about him..now answer me.” He hissed before whispering and leaning even closer.

“….No, I wouldn’t because I know what it means..” She answered.

He laughed before connecting their lips. She slightly jolted at the move but relaxed into it soon enough. She felt her hands slip slightly but she quickly propped them up more.

He gave more into the kiss and grabbed the back of her head. She ‘mmf’-ed before kissing back slightly. After a minute or two, he pulled away for air.

“Hah…jesus, what are you made out of?..” He breathed out, marveled by her.

Akari panted and glanced towards the tent her friend was sleeping in. This was wrong, she knew that. But..

God! This was just getting on her fucking nerves! He acts all werid and then shuts himself away?? She just wants to understand him.

“Hey, what are you thinking about?” He asked, curious.

Her natural insinct was to reply with ‘nothing’. But she knew he wouldn’t believe that. She looked back towards him only to find him leaning closer again.

“..I don’t know..maybe about how your coming on so strongly.” She added, sass in her tone.

He only seemed amused by this as he grabbed her face with one hand and placed his other by her hip, almost caging her in. She felt her heart pick up pace at the motion.

“Is there a problem with me coming on strongly, sweethart?” He asked, smugly.

She flustered and nervously tried to look away. He grabbed her cheeks with one hand though and turned hef face back to him.

“What’s the matter??” He asked.

Oh no, he knew very much what he was doing. He was only messing with her. He leaned closer and almost connected their lips again but didn’t.

“..I..I don’t..” She stummbled.

He only grinned before leaning closer, sucessfuly connecting their lips again. She grunted when his hand tightened in her hair.

He teasingly licked the bottom of her lip before bitting it. She opened her mouth slightly in a flinch reflex.

“Mmf..” She slightly hissed when he slid his tongue in.

She could feel him smile into the kiss and press further aganist her. She hated how her body reacted wanting. She didn’t want him.

“Ngh..!” She groaned, slightly breakingly when his one hand slid up her shirt.

Her shirt was only a white buttoned lose shirt, so it was easy for his hand to trail up her stomach. She shivered and he teasingly grabed her hip slightly before moving up more.

He broke away from the kiss and moved down to her neck. Now, Akari had very senstive areas, specfically high to her left ear, the neck space right below it. There was no way he could’ve found out, but then..

His mouth automatically graviated towards that area and he latched down on it.

“Hah!..~” She moaned but quickly covered her mouth.

Her eyes, half lidded shakily glanced over to Jiren’s tent. There was no sign that he was still awake, but she was still nervous.

Ciel got her attention back to him by bitting down on that spot teasingly. She winced before glaring at him slightly.

He only grinned before moving more and more down. Slowly working towards the undown part of her collar.

“Hah..s…wait..” She whimpered out.

By now, her eyes were slightly glazed over but her face was bathed red. She dug her nails into the shoulders of the male, making him wince slightly.

She was looking up at the cieling, or ‘sky’ but the sky was cut off from the underground. instead, all she saw was bleak grey cobble, high so she had room to breath.

“Hey, look at me.” He snapped at her, roughly pulling on her collar with his right hand.

She did what he asked and made eye contact with him. He immeditally hummed in satisfaction while his eyes glanced down at the buttons of her shirt. His right hand and fingers was messing with the first button.

“You wanna’ keep going?” He asked permisson, looking into her own eyes.

She resisted the urge to tilt her head up and look away because she was embrassed. She swallowed before nodding slightly.

The male laughed softly before his hands got to work undoing her buttons. It wasn’t rushed, and that made it all the more tense inducing.

Once her bottom button was undone, he swiftly undid only two of his top buttone. He was wearing a simple forn fitting white collar shirt with a black lose tie, simaliar to Akari’s.

“Do you like what you see or something?” He spoke, grinning.

She jolted when his one hand teasingly ran up her now loosely clothed back.

“Hm?” He taunted, tilting his head slightly.

She scowled and went to open her mouth but his hand fiddled with the clasp of her bra. She flushed red and pressed her lips into a straight line, trying not to give anything away.

“Hey, c’mon it’s okay! You can answer me.” He cooed, the clasp coming undone and his left hand grabbing her face comfortingly.

It was hard to find comfort in it though, as he looked amused. She yelped when his oddly cold hands pinched her one nipple. The hairs surrounding the air broke out in goosebumps.

“Ack!~” She moaned.

He only laughed slightly before throwing a lazy grin her way. This guy was either always amused or just smiled all the time.

She only scowled at him again. His other hand traveled to his own shirt and tugged at his tie slightly, making it come undown completly. His messed with it before his fingers that were meddling with her puffy breast kissed it goodbye.

Both of his quickly moved to her wrists and before she knew it, her wrists were bound together. She grumbled and tugged on the binding but to no use.

He only babied her, cooing at her like she was paethetic. His hands moved back to her hips and glided towards her lower waist, where her skirt hicked up.

Akari nervous bit her lip as she watched as his hands shuffled down her skirt lower and lower. It was embrassing, I mean, what if someone just happened to be walking by and see two middle aged people fucking?!

“Your so pretty..” Ciel mummbled.

She blushed even harder at the complament before his ringed hands grabbed her higher thighs and moved them apart slightly. Now, Akari wasn’t the most nourished person, some would probably even say malnourished.

Ever since she had gotten away from..HIM, whatever he had done to her, she had found it hard to gain weight. Which was odd, considering how many sweets she ate and such.

She squirmed slightly when the male rubbed circles on the two legs and leered slightly to look at her pussy. Of course, it was still clothed. But he could see how soaked she had gotten.

Was it so sick of him that he felt proud that he could get further then Jiren then this?

His golden eyes flicked up to her own blue and red ones. He noticed that her breath was shaky and her pupils were dialated.

“Wow, your just so despreate for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He said, veom slightly dripping off of every single word.

She refused to answer, mainly becuase of embrassment. She noticed how he seemed to glare at the lack of response so he pinched her hip, making her yelp.

“Ouch! Hey..!” She hissed.

“Answer me, then I’ll be nice..~” He mummbled, blinking at her ratherly innocently.

Her eyes narrowed at him, annoyed.

“..Your the one whose teasing me..” She whispered, looking down on him.

He frowned deeper and while his right hand with britting cold sliver rings on it dug into the flesh of her hip, the other slowly tugged at the bands of one side to her underwear.

“So that’s a yes, then?” He whispered.

She whimpered on insict slightly before toughly biting her lip. She nodded slightly and she could practically feel the smugness dripping off of him.

“Good..then..” He muttered, face slightly masked by his hair shadowing over his eyes slightly.

His hands simply slipped off her underwear, and before the girl knew it, his lips were on her private. She whimpered and her hands that were still tied tuged insintively.

“Now..just stay still for me, yeah?” He asked, not really expecting a response.

And with that, his teeth teasingly bit her outside of her pussy before his tongue circle around her bud. She hissed loudly through her teeth, trying to keep quiet.

The black-nette’s breath was calm, fanning aganist her clit slightly. She shut her eyes and her hands and fingers dug into the tie cloth.

His eyes still mainly focused on here until he down further and his tongue circled the outside of her dripping hole before he slowly inserted it.

“Ha!..W..Wait!~❤︎︎” She moaned, face becoming a mess quickly.

Compared to his ice cold hands, his tongue was hot. It basically heated her up from the inside and compared to the slightly chilly downdweller weather, she felt warm.

His tongue basically devoured and explored every last inch of her. She couldn’t keep it down anymore, not when he basically devoured her like a fucking madman.

“Ah.! Ngh!~❤︎︎” She moaned when he got more agressive.

He didn’t have the mind to shush her. So what if she was loud?? That just let more people know what was going on and who she loved more.

Ciel dipped his head even lower and one of his hands left her right hip. He carefully teased his long and cold fingers around the outside of her throbbing clit.

He was getting pussy drunk, he knew that. She just tasted sweet with a slight tange of sourness, it wasn’t bad, no. Well, of course he had tasted other people before but, Akari? Well, he thought the taste of her pussy suited her perfectly.

She tilted her head back and her wrists itched to be released. Her hande itched to run and pull on his hair, to give her more.

“Ngh!~ Ciel!~❤︎︎” She groaned out.

She was getting close, he knew that. Her body twitched and build up a satisfying rope of pleasure. And it was going to snap any second now.

His left hand, which was still placed on her hip roughly needed the flesh there. Oddly enough, it was slightly comforting.

That was, until his hand that was doing that moved to her frizzed up white hair and tugged it back harshly. She yelped and her eyes snapped to his.

His yellow eyes still hadn’t left her face and now they burned holes into hers. That only added on to the building pleasure in her stomach. It got to be more and more and more, until..

“Wait..wait..! Hah!~ I can’t..Ican’tIcan’t!.. Cumming!...Mmmh!!~❤︎︎” She practically begged before her body seized up and she cummed in his mouth.

She panted when all her fluids had stopped and glanced back towards the yellow eyed male. He had moved his face out and had one of his hands to wipe of his mouth slightly.

He glanced at her, pulling gaze away from her vaginia and to her again. His left hand untangeled itself in her hair and moved down to her overstimulated clit.

Her breath picked up again and she panicked slightly, looking at him. He quickly shushed her by moving his right hand to grab her cheek.

“Shhh, hey, hey, it’s okay darling..I’m just trying to make you feel good, just tell me to stop if you don’t want more..” He mummbled, smiling.

She hated how her rope immeditally repaired itself again at those words. She was so senstive but she wanted more..

“No..no..more please..” She pleaded, looking at him.

Ciel nodded and connected their lips again, eagerly wanting his tongue to dance with hers again. She ‘mmfed’ when he licked her bottom lip for entrence again. Untheless, she let him in.

Meanwhile, his hand was drifting closer and closer to her hole. It was already aching and throbbing with heat. The slightly lewd sounds that came from both of them made her tense slightly.

He pressed his still clothed body aganist her naked one as his two fingers slowly inserted into her hole. She groaned into his mouth before he rudely chewed it up and spit it out.

At first, his fingers moved slowly in and out. But then the more intense their making out got, the faster his fingers went.

“Ngh!~Mm!~” The white-nette moaned.

The black haired male smoothly added a third finger, stretching her further.

She kept trying to pull away from the kiss but his mouth followed after hers, catching smoothly. His long fingers were harsher and cruler now, making tears spark in her pretty eyes.

“Please..please..~” She whimpered.

Ciel grumbled slightly before going even harsher, if that was possible. She became enraptured and now kissed him back with equal fevor.

The movements became harsher and more despreate as he kept adding more and more pressure. The lewd sounds of her coming slowly undone filled the campsite. He bit her lip again, bruising it further.

She finally snapped again for the second time and her fingers dug harshly into his tie that still hadn’t came lose. She tossed her head back so she could sucessfully pull away and get some air.

“Fuck! Chirst..” She swore, breathing shallowly.

The male watched as she tried to collect herself. His fingers that were still inside her as she came down from her high pulled out and he marveled at the cum that coated them.

He stared at her as she tilted her head back down. Her eyes shakily looked at his as he slowly lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them. She immeditally tilted her head away and refused to look at him.

Once he was done, he untied her wrists and she slowly pulled them away from him and rubbed them. With a sigh, he gently handed her clothes back. He stumbled onto his feet and looked at her.

“I don’t think we should go any further, sorry hun’. See you tommrow morning, Akari..~” He half-assly apologized before walking back to his tent slightly shaken.

The still fucked up girl watched him as he climbed into his tent and zipped it up. Her mouth hung open slightly. Had that seriously just happen?!

Did Ciel seriously just fuck her up?! What would Jiren think?! Did he wake up?!!

The flustered girl quickly slid her shirt on, not bothering to put her bra or button it back up. She stumbled to her feet and almost collaspsed at the numbness inbetween her legs. She clumsly hicked her skirt up with her slightly dirty panties and rushily entered Jiren’s tent.

Yes, they shared a tent together. And that made the slight guilt she felt even worse. She carefully entered it and zipped it up quietly, and when she glanced behind her, she was happy to see he was fast asleep.

She stared at him for a minute before climbing into her futon. There was no way in hell she was going to risk waking him up, not now. She only was haunted by the scences of Ciel fucking her in her head over and over again.

She managed to fall asleep sooner or later. She could only fear what was going to happen in the morning.

The next morning, Akari had woken up earlier and changed fastly into a spare change of clothes she had in her bag. She subconsiusly kept fixing her collar so it wouldn’t show the hickies or bite marks the other male left.

“Oh..good morning, mage.” She heard her friend great, yawning slightly.

She tensed and turned to him nervously. His appreance was lazy, and his eyes were half-lidded with sleep.

“Oh..good morning, Jiren.” She greated him back, smiling nervously.

She just hoped her eye twitch wasn’t as noticeable as she thought it was.

His brown eyes showed confusion once the other male walked out of his tent, cracking his back and strecthing.

Speaking of the said male, he glanced between the two before grinning slyly. She felt her heart sink, no way he would tell him, right?

“Good morning, you two. You sleep well?” He asked, more targeted towards Akari then Jiren.

She stiffened slightly at his teasing tone before smiling smallely.

“Yep.” She simply said.

He raised an eyebrow before scretching his arms slightly. She could feel the male beside her frown slightly.

“Hey, Akari, can I bother you for a second, alone?” He worriedly asked.

The long haired girl wanted to throw up. No way he caught them. No fucking way.

“Oh, yeah uhm sure..” She muttered, following him away from the other male.

Once they were a good distance away, he leaned towards her in concern. She sweat-dropped and leaned away slightly.

“Did Ciel do anything to you??” He asked, worried.

The long haired girl perked up and this and shook her head violently.

“No!! Why?” She defended, playing innocent.

The male frowned and narrowed his eyes at her. He looked away for a second before shaking his slightly.

“Well then..nevermind..let’s just have fun today, okay?” He dissmissed before smiling with his eyes closed.

Akari stared at him, blushing slightly before blinking and looking away.

“Yeah! Go along, I’ll be there in a second.” She waved him off.

He only paused before nodding and walking back towards Ciel. Meanwhile, she slumped over slightly and sighed in relief.

It seemed like he didn’t figure it out, at least, not yet. So for now, it was the two’s scandal and secret.

[kyberconfessions]

No Matter Where You Go, I Will Find You. Part 4

Hello All! Sorry for the delay! My Hubby and I have had a busy month of July and I wasn’t able to keep to my schedule like I wanted too. Sorry about that. From Baseball games to Comic-Cons to Disney trips, we’ve been stupid busy. I am working furiously on the other chapters and hope to at least have some words on Cody soon! Y’all, not going to lie, the fact that there has been ZERO mention of him on The Bad Batch is killing me.

As Always:

This will eventually be a 18+ older fic and deals with anxiety, death, sex,  PTSD, murder, loss, found family, Order 66, and coming to terms. This is not just a fluff fic. It will very much be dealing with very dark and hard themes, so please, if that is something that can be too hard for you, don’t read.

Pairings: Rex x Reader x Cody (polyamory) I should say this is NOT a Rex x Cody fic. There will be ZERO Clonecest on this blog or story. Reader is a consensual relationship with Rex and with Cody. Yes they share, yes they will eventually have sex together, but Cody and Rex are NOT in a relationship nor will they be intimate.

Rating: 18+

TW: Death, Murder, infanticide, death of the Jedi, PTSD, Loss, Anxiety, eating disorders, sleep disorders, Order 66. I will add other things as I think about them

Part 4: It’s You.

You waited with your back to the door on Hondo's ship; another one was docked right outside, carrying the crew that had something either of you wanted. You took a deep breath, adjusting your blaster in your thigh holster and checking over your clothes before putting on your helmet. The base of it was a black Ubese helmet, edged with black dyed bantha hair and painted to resemble a Kaleesh skull in white.  The edges of the white skull were rimmed in a dark red and the faux eyes were painted an electric green, almost making them glow.The breather of the helmet was pointed down, tapering at the end and etched with designs reminiscent of a certain Kel Dor. Twin points also came down from the sides,  once again resembling a Kel Dor breather, but painted to look like the fangs of the Kaleesh skull. When you wore it, you were an incredibly fearsome sight to behold. 

Hondo had stepped out of the cockpit while brushing off his clothes, but when he saw you he went on and on in a poetic manner making you snort behind your mask, "Pretty Lady must you put on that horrid thing? How am I supposed to gaze upon your beautiful Visage? How am I to write songs of your shiny eyes if you insist on covering them? How am I to chant loudly into the heavens about the glory of your smile when all I see is that ugly thing staring back at me?" 

The sound that came out of the modulator was a loud crack of static. It wasn't lost on him though, and he waggled his brow at you, knowing he made you laugh.

"Hondo, one of these days I'm going to launch you out of an airlock. Then you'll be Wild Space's problem."

He laughed loudly, but before he could give a retort, the door-lock opened and the crew from the other ship began to board.

Immediately the hair on your neck stood up and your hackles raised. It was time to go into heartless bounty hunter mode, another mask that became easier and easier for you to put on.

Hondo noticed your posture change and went to greet whoever had come aboard, stepping in front of your turned back. Whether it was to hide his best and most terrifying asset or to put space between you and them for your sake, you never knew. You liked to think it was his way of still protecting you, even after all these years. It probably was.

"My friends! My friends! So good to see you again! Ezra Bridger! It has been too long!" 

You heard the cacophony of voices greeting him in a less than enthusiastic excitement. If these people were your friends, you would have laughed again. But you didn't have friends.     From the sound of it, there were four people behind you. Nothing difficult to take down, but not something you should be careless with. There was something off about one of them though, you couldn’t put your finger on it, but they were...familiar.

"Allow me for introductions! This tall, imposing creature behind me is my associate, bodyguard, smuggler, chief pilot, chief mechanic, artistic muse, platonic soulmate, oldest friend, and beautifully deadly bounty hunter, all rolled into one.  And this band of colorful characters are the crew of the infamous Ghost!" Hondo waved his hands in a grandiose manner between the group and your back; this was a well rehearsed situation that you both had done several times, though for whatever reason, he decided to over exaggerate your titles. Normally he would do the talking and you would scare the clientele. And if you had too, if they had something that you knew belonged to them, you'd kill them. Nothing would keep you from the last remnants of the ones you loved and lost.

"Ahh, Hondo? Does your associate have a name? Or talk? Are they even awake? Are they just going to stand there?" You heard a boy's voice, a cockiness only found in the young lacing every word. 

"Ezra." A woman, probably someone important, chastised the boy.

You waited for Hondo's signal for you to turn, but the door opened once more and you heard one more set of boots and something soft, furry, stepping across the steel. A voice spoke. A Lassat. Dangerous creatures, you had seen a few when you were still a young Padawan with your old Master. Before the war. Before they died. Back when your biggest concern was the eventual Trials. You knew a fight wasn't going to be easy and you hated the idea of killing an already dying race. But you would if you had too.

The Lassat male was arguing with someone about something, but you weren't paying attention.

Hondo touched your shoulder softly, your signal to turn. He had spent the time making pleasantries and lulling them into a false sense of comfort, probably. He could have been talking about the weather on Jakku for all you cared. You were more concerned about making sure the straps on your holsters were open, giving you easy access to draw.

Slowly you moved, letting them see just how dangerous you were, how in control of your body you were, how much they should fear the creature behind the helmet. But, you halted mid spin.

All of the blood drained from your face, your mouth went dry, your throat tightened up, and you were overcome with such anger and gut wrenching sorrow you thought you would snap.

The man that walked in with the Lessat was wearing HIS armor. The armor you had spent 15 years looking for.

You blanked. 

Somewhere there was yelling and cries to stop, but you couldn't make it out. Your head was spinning and it felt like there was cotton in your ears and as tunnel vision took over, everything knocked your senses for a loop. You didn’t realize you were doing it, but you grabbed both your blasters, turned fully, and pointed them at the man. Half the crew jumped out of the way, the others pointed their weapons at you, and Hondo tried to reason with both sides, standing with his back to you while the man had his own blasters trained on your head. Hondo quickly got out of the way of the four barrels, still trying to diffuse the situation. You couldn't understand what he was saying, everything sounded so dull and muted.

No, wait. Those weren't just any blasters. You would know those DC-17s anywhere. 

"HOW DARE YOU!"

 Someone was screaming. You couldn’t tell who it was or where it was coming from. It was garbled and cracking, a mechanical sound. It hurt your head. You just wanted everything to stop, just for a moment. But the world kept spinning and you felt like you were going to pass out any moment. You just wanted everything to be quiet, you needed to think, you just wanted a moment to figure out what was going on. Why was it so loud? Why did everything hurt? You just wanted everyone to just be still. Just be still, if only for a second. 

You could feel your breathing pick up, that tightening fear in your chest, that ache that gripped your heart and threatened to pull it from your body. ‘Just be quiet, please, please, be quiet. I can’t...I need to think, I need to think..’

"HOW DARE YOU WEAR HIS HELM!” More screaming,  “DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO HE WAS?! DO YOU?! HOW DARE YOU WEAR HIS ARMOR AS YOUR OWN! HOW DARE YOU STAND THERE AND KNOW NOTHING OF HIM!" Maker, the screaming was coming from you. You were yelling at him, venomous spit falling from your mouth, words meant to shame and kill. Your blasters were trained on his chest, fingers laying on the triggers. 

"TAKE IT OFF OR I WILL RIP IT FROM YOUR BROKEN CORPSE!"

You could feel something wet on your cheeks but you didn't know what it was or where it came from.  Did this man kill Rex?! Did he rip his beloved armor from his broken body? Did he leave him to rot in some cursed field? Or did he just take it from his already forgotten skeleton? Your heart beat a mile a minute, you were sweating and your whole body shook in anger, but your hands never wavered, blasters trained perfectly on the man. How dare this cretin dishonor Rex, dishonor his memory. 

"YOU WILL NEVER INSULT HIS MEMORY AGAIN! TAKE IT OFF!!"

You were panting and your modulator was straining under the volume of your voice.

No one lowered their weapons. No one spoke. No one moved a muscle. All that could be heard were your wheezing sobs through the helm.

 There was a beat. And then another. And then the man did something unexpected.

You just knew you were going to have to kill everyone. You just knew you were going to peel bloodied, beloved armor from some backwater nothing. 

But when he slowly lowered his arms, holstering the DC-17s, you faltered. Was he giving up so easily? Perhaps he didn't want bloodshed after all. Good. But it didn't make you lower yours. Nor did it make the others lower theirs.

Slowly, like he was trying to coax a scared lothcat, the man raised his open hands to the old helm covered in hatch marks with jaig eyes and pulled it off. 

First you saw weathered skin tanned from the sun, a white beard trimmed nicely, then a strong nose and finally golden eyes, eyes you had seen a million times before. Eyes that haunted you every time you went to sleep. Eyes you thought you would never see again.

When he had taken the helm completely off and tucked it under his arm, he spoke. And everything inside of you shattered.

"My name is Rex. Captain of 501st regiment in the Grand Army of the Republic. This is my armor that was issued to me almost 20 years ago. I don't know who you think I am, but I can assure you, this is my armor."

The others watched you, weapons trained. No one moved, no one spoke, no one breathed. You, on the other hand, felt everything rushing back at you full force. When he spoke, his voice was a punch to your gut, knocking the wind out of you, causing you to hyperventilate.  Your blasters, still trained on him, began to shake violently in your hands.

You were panting and your eyes blurred from all of the new tears. Panic rose high in your throat, cutting off your breathing. It can’t be. How could it be? He died. The Empire recorded him dying after Mandalore. You were there, you saw the absolute destruction. No one survived that.

Involuntarily you dropped your weapons and they clattered loudly to the durasteel ground, but your arms were still stretched out, still holding onto phantom guns. 

You inhaled sharply, your modulator cracking in a loud hiss. Slowly, trying to control the tremors that wracked your body, you moved your hands to your own helm and unlatched the buckles on the sides. There was another hiss as the airtight seals released the pressure and vented.

"What's going on..." the young boy started. "Hush, Ezra Bridger." Hondo cut him off, silencing him with a hand on his shoulder as you and Rex stared one another down.

You lifted your helm up and then let it fall to the floor, a loud clank shaking the silence between you all.

Rex sucked in a breath and released it in a harsh shudder, his mouth hanging open. "Mesh'la," he whispered; he could feel his knees giving out, causing him to stumble forward and push his way through his crew.

His eyes were as wide as saucers and glistening. Fat, heavy tears tracked down his face and fell into his beard as he reached shaking hands out to you. He paused for a moment, afraid that if he touched you, you would disappear like every dream before. But carefully his hands gripped your face, gently turning it side to side, taking in the scars and faint crows feet and wisps of grey hairs you now sported. Your age and harsh life showed, but you were still just as beautiful, just as ageless, just as perfect as he remembered. Still the same eyes that he dreamed of every night. 

You couldn’t breathe. It felt like all the air had been sucked out of your lungs and every nerve ending burned. You could hear your blood pumping in your ears, creating a painful rush like being thrown under the oceans. Every part of you felt like it was on fire. You couldn’t think, you couldn’t move. Slowly your shaking hands gripped his wrists and held him close. Your body tried to take a shuddering breath, but it only came out as a choked sob while you squeezed your eyes shut.

As the noise left you, Rex pulled you close, his mouth over taking yours in a passionate kiss, full of tongue and teeth. Your hands left his wrists and wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as he continued to hold your face.

"Rex. I thought....I thought you were...Rex," you whispered into his lips between kisses.

"I searched for you, Cyare. I looked everywhere. I thought you died. I thought Cody.."

Your breath hitched at his name, making Rex pull you impossibly closer. You both stood there, wrapped in eachothers arms, crying, kissing, whispering love to one another, completely oblivious to the others. 

You weren't sure if your knees failed you, or if it were his, but one of you fell to the floor, taking the other with them, still wrapped in each other, crying and holding on for dear life. 

The Twi'lek woman quietly ushered the others, a man and a Mandalorian girl, along with the boy and Lessat, out. Hondo followed behind, a smug smile on his face, ridiculously proud of himself, giving you both much needed privacy.

[djxrxn]

the mediator

part one

reader x din djarin, paz vizsla, boba fett

part one, part two, part three, epilogue

warnings: cursing, mentions of violence, mentions of criminal activity, maybe a crude reference or two

wordcount: 4.4k

summary: A friend on Nevarro offers you a well-paying job, but you realize you might have bitten off more than you can chew when a Mandalorian you wronged is on planet - and in between you and your next paycheck.

a/n: okay Uh hi so welcome to the mediator lol. i’ve started school for the fall semester, everything for me is online, and i’m an art major, so Everything Is On Fire. in terms of the blog, i’m working on quite a few things so if there’s something you were looking forwards to seeing, or like a request you submitted, i have seen it don’t worry, it will be written i promise!! i can’t prioritize it all rn because classes are pretty demanding, but in the spare time i have, a Lot is in the works so !! exciting!! this fic has three parts and an epilogue, which i’m working on now!! also i absolutely have to thank @jangofctts who has let me bother her about this fic for a Hot minute she’s pretty much the reason it’s written she was very extremely helpful and was the best set of second eyes i could ask for thank u so much i love you!!!! okay enjoy!!

Maker, you hated Nevarro.

The terrain was rocky and… empty. There were no settlements or major cities - you were so used to the bustle of planets in the Inner Rim. Wealthy elites with deep pockets, neon and electricity carving a place into the long nights - it was more home than anything else had ever been. But here? It was a volcanic wasteland, the hot and sticky air wavering around you as you trudged through the gravel, making your way slowly to the only inhabited area on this shithole of a backwater planet. This was not home, it wasn’t even familiar territory.

Arrey was lucky you were friends with her.

You weren’t even sure what Ives had wanted - all you had received was a vague transmission about a job that was sure to pay well, as long as you stayed calm, conducted yourself in a civil and calm manner, that sort of thing.

“But,” the transmission had crackled, the soft baritone of Ives’ voice echoing around your cockpit, “You are the best with this sort of thing, Coins. I have no doubts.”

You scoffed when you heard the nickname. You thought you had finally left it behind, but here was Ives, bringing up that stupid nickname she gave you. She only used it when she had a job for you that would require some... finessing. It was concerning, but the last good job you had was a few bond skippers. You were low on fuel, and you were starting to dip into emergency resources. Ives’ high risk jobs usually set you up for a few months at a time, as opposed to the normal pocket change you got on a bounty.

Whatever she had in store, you could handle for a few credits.

The sun was setting behind you as you laid eyes on the poor excuse for civilization ahead of you, the vibrant oranges and pinks you were used to being represented by a growing dark haze. The small settlement - a town, a territory, a place to rest your feet for a bit - was just as dry as the rest of the planet. There were no buildings that were taller than three stories, and only a handful of ships were docked in the outskirts of town.

It would be easier to enter through a small side entrance. The front of the town would be crowded, even so late in the evening, and if you were on Mandalorian business, it was best to be subtle. You were annoyed at how familiar you were with the layout of the small town, annoyed that you knew the best way to approach the job already - even an Inner City scam job would have to be more interesting than whatever shit Ives was about to have you up to.

You slipped between the space between the two buildings, worming your way through the alley. Not much activity on the streets - you were sure that this whole planet closed up shop at soon as the sun threatened to set.

A noise of disgust left your throat as you laid eyes on the small market ahead of you. It was so… quaint. Only a few jawas and merchants were loitering around still. Even if you wanted a quick coin, you were sure that they would be much smarter than to fall for any of your schemes. However many credits it would take to get back to the Inner Rim would all have to come from Ives.

The fob gave a soft pip as you passed a stand selling spare droid bits. Metal screws and circuit boards all strewn about, a tan R2 unit beeping and chirping behind the table - the Chagrian repairing the droid gave you a glare when you passed him, but you hadn’t even noticed.

You were staring down at your wrist - a small bounty fob had been stitched to an old bracer. Wires poked out of the side, and you hadn’t been sure that it still worked. But it gave another small pip, and you couldn’t help but smile.

How many years ago had Ives Arrey given you that bracer, telling you to stick close to her on your first job together? She was much more prepared for a dangerous situation - she was quick on her trigger, ready to start firing at the drop of a pin. You’re sure that the only reason you made it out alive on that heist was how fast she was able to dispose of the other members of your team.

The fob’s beeps grew quicker and quicker as you walked through the settlement. Its little shrieks bounced off the walls and buildings. You turned a corner, following the beeps, and two gloved hands stopped you from crashing into the person in front of you. A gasp tore its way out from your throat - your hand flew to your blaster on your thigh, ripping it out of the holster and -

“Hey,” a soft baritone echoed through a voice vocoder. It was smooth and calming, and it carried a heaviness to it, like an old dark lullaby. “Relax, relax, it’s just me.”

You blinked. It was your friend but this… this was not the Ives you remembered. Her armor was dark, and had color to it - it was hard to see it in the night, but it looked like a bright green accent around the pitch black of her owl-like visor. The longer you looked at her, the more you saw the deep green that covered all of her beskar.

“You look… different,” you smiled.

“So do you,” she responded with a chuckle. “You changed your hair.”

After a shrug, you respond, “I was getting bored, but you look incredible - what, did they let you finally paint your armor?”

“Yeah, actually. I earned my signet,” she said. Ives gestured to her pauldron where a serpent was coiled up, baring its fangs.

“Wicked cool worm,” you teased, clicking off the fob around your wrist.

She punched your shoulder lightly. “Vexis,” Ives corrected. “It’s a Vexis, from Pasaana. Remember the job I took on Pasaana?”

“Yeah, yeah, I remember.” You rolled your eyes, but Ives huffed. Her visor tipped down in a Mandalorian glare.

“Hey,” she warned. Ives let out a little huff as you flashed a cheesy grin at her. “Maker help me, Coins ”

“Okay, okay.” You held your hands in surrender. “It’s a Vexus.”

“Remember that,” she said, turning on her heels and walking down the alleyway. It didn’t take much for you to keep up with her, her legs making smaller strides than yours did. Her cape fluttered around her ankles as she walked, and you couldn’t help but notice how Mandalorian she looked. She was…

She was intimidating.

“It’s a lot to take in, right?”

You nodded. She sighed and tugged on the edge of her glove. “Yeah, it’s still a lot for me too.”

“When did you get the upgrade?” The sun was completely gone, nothing but a small moon to show you how intricate the patterns on her armor was. Small leaves and vines had been engraved on her chest plate, a streak of yellow ran amongst every piece of beskar, and a small smear of red had been painted on under her signet.

“Actually, very recently,” she said. “A few days before, well, before you were needed.”

“Right, ” you hummed, “And that is...?”

Ives glanced over her shoulder “A very sensitive matter,” she whispered.

You huffed. Before you could even get out a comment, she continued, “That I will get to. I want to get a little bit closer.”

“Closer to?”

You were almost positive you could see her roll her eyes in the way her helmet tilted back and forth. “I’m going to need you to be a little more patient, please.”

“Ives, come on.” Your brow furrowed. You knew Ives to be careful, but this was being conservative with the details of your next paycheck. “And you’re being vague on purpose - just tell me-”

“I don’t want the wrong person overhearing,” she hissed.“ That’s all-”

“Well, well, well-” A Middle Rim accent sounded behind you, gentle and smooth. A long, armored arm crashed down onto your shoulders, and you were jerked back. “I thought I heard my favorite little criminal. I wasn’t aware that Coins stepped foot on planets that, what did you say again, ‘smelled like on fire ass’?”

You let out a small sigh of relief - you wrapped an arm around the willow torso you had been smushed up against. “Aw, Aeris, you know I couldn’t stay away from you for long.”

“Wow, I’m so honored you came all the way to see me.” You could hear the wicked smile coming through his vocal modulator. “But I know you don’t come to the Outer Rim unless you leave with heavier pockets.”

“You’re right.” It’s your turn to give a wicked smile. “I don’t.”

“So, who are you scamming this time?” He pinched your cheeks with his spare hand. “Stealing from children or widows?”

“Technically, Aeris she’s stealing from us,” Ives interjected. You gently punched his unarmored side, and he sagged on top of you with a dramatic groan.

“Mortally wounded,” he groaned. “And confused - how is she stealing from us?”

Ives paused, coming to a stand still - you almost tripped over Aeris’ feet as he mirrored her movements.

After a moment of silence, the only noise was the quiet night slowly coming to life around you, Aeris mumbled something in Mando’a under his breath after a moment, almost trying to fill the silence himself. When you looked up at his dark visor, he just shook his head.

You looked at Ives - her visor was pointed towards the ground, and she was picking at her glove again, tugging at the leather around her hands. You were familiar with these habits - you had seen Ives look at the ground and fidget with her hands hundreds of times before. She was carefully planning her next actions, quickly considering her options before she chose the best one.

She let out a low hum, and looked back at you.

“The leader of our Covert has given me authority to find a mediator to sort out a complication that arose on a job,” Ives said. “I’ve chosen you.”

You blinked. “Me?”

She gave a single nod.

“Sh-shouldn’t you find, I don’t know, maybe a Mandalorian mediator?”

“Our leader has explicitly forbidden any other Mandalorians interfering,” she explained calmly. “She wants unbiased and impartial help.”

“Even in negotiations?” You choked out.

“Oh, please,” Aeris chimed in, “Especially in negotiations. An outside perspective is supposed to be helpful.”

“Unbiased and extremely helpful, yes.” Ives added. “Come on, we’re almost there.”

“Okay, so I’m negotiating between a few Mando’s, what’s the catch?” You said, being tugged along by Aeris. Ives and Aeris both glanced at you for a moment before looking back to , neither bothering to voice what they were thinking until you continued.

“Why did you ask for me specifically?” You sighed. “And what’s the catch - if it were an easy negotiation, you could have contracted anybody in the Outer Rims.”

“Well, we do like a mediator with a sense of style,” Aeris said, nudging at Ives.

“Because I know you. I know what you’re capable of, and I know your specialties. You’re good with money, you’re good at finding a way to split it up-”

“Is this what this is about? You want me to split shares?” You groaned. “Maker, Ives, I could have done that anywhere, why did I have to come here-”

“It’s not as clean and simple as that,” she interjected. “There are three Mandalorians who need three even shares of a profit. The amount doesn’t split evenly, and all three are trying to argue that they deserve a larger portion of the credits that the others.”

You let out a short breath. “I still don’t see-”

“These Mandalorians are hostile, especially when there’s money involved.” She pointed at her signet, the Venus on her shoulder. “The Way mandates a base level of respect, but I’m afraid it’s not going to last for much longer - if someone doesn’t work this out, there’s a good chance it could get violent.”

“Let them fight it out, then. Whoever wins the fight, they get the credits - simple?” You suggested.

“Our leader has instructed us to further this out peacefully,” Ives shook her head, “As not to draw attention to us.”

“With those three di’kut, they’d start a whole galactic war over this shit, so it’d be best to keep things slightly subtle.”

“Don’t be an ass, Fenn,” Ives chided. She let out a sigh and didn’t speak for a moment, carefully chewing her next words slowly. “But Aeris has a point, they can be difficult-”

“See, there, I do have a point,” you didn’t have to see his face to know he had a smirk plastered across his face - you could practically see every emotion he felt through his arms, and his voice, and through the way he let little phrases of Mando’a out when he didn’t want anyone to know he was insulting them.

“Thank you, Aeris, it’s greatly appreciated.”

“These Mando’s really care this much about a job?” You mumbled. You apparently had a lot in common with them - you couldn’t say that you wouldn’t feel the same, but something wasn’t adding up.

Aeris shrugged. “Money goes a long way in the Outer Rim.”

“Maybe so, but how exactly did this job go down?” You asked. “I’m not really seeing an issue yet.

“I don’t know everything, but I know that Vizla and Djarin sort of bumped into each other on a quarry, which means they have to cute the profit in parts already,” he said, “But I have no idea where Fett came from, or how he got involved on the job-”

You let out a small choking noise, but Aeris continued on. “-So Djarin is pissed, naturally, because he’s out on cash, but if he thinks he can get away will all of the credits, he hasn’t met Vizsla.”

“Or Fett,” Ives added. “Which... Fett isn’t exactly known for letting money walk away.”

Aeris snorted. “Maker, Coins, you’re in for it.”

You felt like you’d been punched - the air in your lungs was stolen from you so quickly that it took you a moment to remember how to breathe in the first place. Your blood turned to ice. You felt fucking sick.

Fuck.

Fuck - fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

“I don't-”

Your mouth moved before you could fully think out the consequences of bowing out from the job. You would be out money, and time, and Maker, you were in the middle of fucking nowhere.

But if you took this job, you were pretty sure that the only thing you’d be walking away with was a hole in your chest from one of Fett’s rifles.

Or head. Or, fuck, probably both.

You cleared your throat. “I, uh, I don’t want this job.”

Ives snorted. “Alright, sure.”

You nudged Aeris off of you, and you planted your feet. You weren’t doing this, you couldn’t do this job.

“Ives, no. I- I can’t do this job- I won’t negotiate the shares, you’re on your own!”

Ives stopped. You hadn’t been aware that you were shouting, not until both Mandalorians turned to look at you. You swallowed - you could almost see the shock on their face through their helmets.

“We both know that you wasted too much money on fuel to turn around without something,” Ives said, her voice calm and steady. You wouldn’t expect Ives to actually shout back at you, but you couldn’t help the slightly guilt that tugged at you as she turned back around. “You need to work on your bluffing skills - quickly. They’re not gonna take any shit.”

“She’s right.” Aeris shook his head. “Since when are you bad at lying?”

They started walking again, boots stomping out a quick pattern, Aeris tugging you along by your arm, almost dragging you behind him, and you couldn’t fucking breath.

Boba Fett was cold and calculated. He was a fucking murderer - there was hardly job he didn’t follow through on, rarely a job he didn’t see finished. He took up a contract with the Empire, last official thing you heard, and then he disappeared for a few years.

Then, he reappeared, almost twice as ruthless.

You knew Fett - you only worked with him once, but you were close enough to hear the rumors that he had a personal vendetta against you. You knew that he was looking for blood, and you knew that if he was here on Nevarro, and if he knew you were here, you fucking knew you wouldn’t be leaving here alive.

“How often do you work with bounty hunters as notorious as our own Fett?” Aeris chimed, almost reading your mind.

“I- I think it's been a while,” you choked out. Your voice was trembling, they must have heard it. Aeris just cocked his head to the side, a sliver of moonlight catching on his black helmet. “But I guess it depends.”

“Depends?” He asked. “Oh, oh, of course. The money.”

His long arm curled around your neck, bringing your head closer to his torso. Aeris was limber and thin, but he was still capable of being dangerous. He was just as lethal as any other Mandalorian you were going to meet tonight.

“I almost forgot that you don’t do anything unless there’s a credit for you,” he said, his voice dripping with malice, the jab feeling like a threat. “Which, Arrey, why don’t you tell our friends here how much is at stake.”

Your stomach felt like it was twisting up into a knot. For the first time ever on a job, you didn’t even want to know about the credits - how much you were about to make, how much was being argued over it, none of it. You just wanted out.

Not that Ives would let you out, you supposed, but the less you knew-

“The bounty was for fifty-two million credits,” Ives answered. “Djarin said it was a high profile bond skipper - they had racked up thousands of millions of dollars-”

You didn’t hear the rest of Ive’s explanation. The only thing you could focus on was the rush of your blood. Your heartbeat was so loud in your own ears. The whole world faded away, slinking around you in a confusing sludge. The hot air was stifling you. It was too heavy, too thick. Your lungs couldn’t work with it, couldn’t filter through it - your chest felt light it might explode.

Fifty-two million credits.

You wanted to sleep. You wanted to close your eyes and let everything wash away. You could wake up on your ship, somewhere nice, somewhere you could get a nice breakfast. Maybe you could even find a good cup of caf. You could have a great day, and this whole shitty situation would be a distant nightmare.

Maker, you would kill to just wake up from all of this. If you fucked this up, forget Fett, you would have three Mandalorians on your ass. And if they were anything like Fett…

This was so far out of your realm of expertise. Even the job you worked with Fett was only for a couple of hundred-thousand credits. The most money you had ever worked for - acquired, earned, stolen, it didn’t matter. It was for one million credits. It was the job you met Ives on, the one where she saved your life, taught you how to rob a bank.

It was a pretty large heists for you - all you had known was petty theft and maybe a break-in, and even that was extremely rare. An old contact reached out to you, said he was trying to build up a team that wouldn’t mind cutting a few corners, and you certainly could look the other way for a few credits.

And so could Ives. You met her on Daxan IV - all grey beskar with chunks and bits missing. Old scraps of other armor had been fused into her chest plate, and her cuisses over her thigh was scraped and dented. The only pop of color was a dark green cowl that hung over her helmet, and even that was dark.

You remember making a snide comment about her bowcaster, and you remember her quietly throwing back something just as crude about how many layers you were wearing. At the end of the day, when the guns were pointed at you, that bowcaster had saved your life - Ives had saved you.

She was calm and collected in a firefight, but couldn’t handle the finessing and haggling that came with bounty hunting. You were a smooth talker, you were proud of that, but staying cool in a firefight…

You just had different priorities. Ives and you became a team, reaching out when the other needed a right hand woman for a job.

And you were grateful - Ives’ jobs were always well paying, but they normally came with a catch. One job she brought you along for was connected to the Rebellion, so the Imps were on your ass for months, one job was screwing up the numbers on a Hutt accountant’s book, one job was literally just fucking arson. There was always something - you didn’t think that there’d be something on this job, that maybe this would be the most straightforward job Ives gave you.

Well, here was the fucking catch - here were multiple fucking catches.

��Any other way you can raise the stakes, Arrey?” You snarked. Your voice sounded strained and high pitched. Maker, you wanted to at least appear like you knew what you were doing.

Ives cocked her head to the side. “Not that I can think of… Unless you have something to add, Aeris?”

You felt as he shrugged. “That’s more than I even knew.” He laughed - something short and dry, more out of cruelty than of pure humor. “Can’t wait to hear the deats when I get back.”

“Back?” You asked a little too quickly. You hadn’t seen either of them in quite a long while, and it would make you feel a lot better if they were right behind you for this entire mediation.

You could feel the little breath he let out, the small huff that made his chest expand. “Job off planet, Coins.”

You poked his unarmored sides, and leaned your head against him. “Try not to be a dumbass and get yourself killed, Fenn.”

He poked your cheek. “Only for you, chakaar.”

Ives gave him a nod as he removed his arm from you - his hand grazed your shoulder for a moment before he gave a nod back. Aeris tugged his hood over himself, the red streaks of his helmet disappearing beneath the dark wool. He turned the corner, and-

He was gone, and it was just Ives and you.

You waited a minute. Two, three, the minutes slugged along as you just waited.

“What did you do to Fett?” Ives asked quietly.

You blinked. “I- I’m sorry?”

“Aeris was too busy looking down your shirt to notice - or, maybe he didn’t even care, but you look…”

She studied you for a second, then shrugged. “You look scared as shit.”

Boba Fett had reached out to you - he needed an expendable worm who could steal, who could handle cutting corners, yadda yadda, what else was new? It was the same job description and employer type. The only thing that was different was that your boss was covered in beskar.

Job went south almost immediately. Another one of Boba’s associates sold him out to a New Republic squadron - Boba was busy handling that, but you had found the credits stashed in the lower haul, and you dipped.

Only one escape pod on the small vessel - you did feel a little bad, but it was Fett. He would probably be fine.

It was only a few days before you heard that he was looking for you.

He apparently wasn’t that serious about finding you. If he really was serious about it, you would’ve been hunted down and killed already. You head on a stake, your body on a pyre, that sort of thing. Maybe you weren’t Fett’s top priority, but you weren’t going to give him easy access to…

Well, you.

“We, uh, met on a job - like you and me, but, um,” you paused. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to tell her that you ratted out a member of her Covert - the last thing you needed, or wanted, was to cause an issue with Ives. “It didn’t go very well…”

Ives let out a low hum. “I assume you’re the reason for that?”

“Wh- me?” You let out a dramatic gasp. “I’m hurt - for your information, I am not the reason the job didn’t go as planned.”

“Oh? So what’s the reason for you being terrified at the mention of Boba?” Ives put a hand on her hip. When all you did was shrug, she clicked her tongue.

“Well, hopefully he’s forgotten what you’ve done to him by now.”

“Does he- is Fett the forgetful type?” You asked, a glimmer of hope appearing in this ridiculously shitty situation.

She shrugged and gestured to the door to your side - it was rather simple and weathered. “For your sake, I hope so.”

You let out a shaky breath. “Ives, I don’t know-”

“Coins, listen-”

She took a step towards you and gripped your shoulder. She rested her head against yours, and as you peered into the inky visor, you almost felt calm. Like maybe, you weren’t quite alone.

“Hit the fob if there’s trouble, just like always,” she said softly. “I’ll be right outside this door if you need anything, but Djarin and Vizsla should be a buffer between Fett and, uh… you.”

You placed your hand on top of hers and gave a small smile. “Thank you, Ives.”

“You’ll be fine,” she nodded. “Now, go in there, and get your paycheck.”

You nodded and you stepped towards the door. Ives tapped in a short string of numbers on the keypad. The door slid up, the cool air from inside seeping out to meet you - it was tempting, but you couldn’t forget what else was in the room besides air conditioning.

You peered into the room - and inside were three Mandalorians, whose helmets all turned to look at you.

[pynkhues]

7 for the intimacy prompt with Mick x Mary Pat?

Anon!!! You are my absolute favourite for requesting my favourite crack ship baby, haha.

This is set in the same ‘verse as Navigate a Broken Path, but you don’t have to have read that to read this. I hope you like it.

7. Kissing Scars.

-

Thing is, he’s waiting for her to ask.

Figures he and her have been doing this long enough now – whatever this is – for her to get her foothold in familiarity. Hell, she’s halfway there already, with the way she keeps apricot jelly (he just likes it is all) in the fridge door and the polish for his boots in the laundry.

Shit.

The way, every night, she keeps him a plate.

Figures they might not ever sit down and tell each other their life stories, but they’ve told each other enough – offered snapshots of memories like flipping through an album – stories of dead parents, exes, old grudges and new ones and Mick had answered and asked in equal measure.

Liked that nothing seemed to phase her.

He thinks she likes that nothing seems to phase him either.

(“You know what it smells like, don’t you?” she’d asked him one night, after a few too many beers. “The dead body of someone you love?”

Yeah, he’d thought. He knew what that smelt like.

Still.

He’d just held her hand.)

It’s why it surprises him, that’s all, that he can catch her gaze in the mirror when he gets ready to go out, see her tracing his scars – the ones across his arms, stomach, burrowed deep in his shoulder – can see her inhale, swallow, wet her lips, and still never hear the question.

Can hear the how? even as she says: “Pot roast for dinner?”

 *

 Mick inhales sharply as he pulls his shirt away from the wound, gritting his teeth when the fabric – damp with blood – sticks to the skin already starting to scab.

Across from him, Rio’s gaze flicks up, eyebrow raised – a silent a’ight? – and Mick just nods, getting his shirt the rest of the way off as Rio finishes soaking the small, folded towel in alcohol and passes it over for Mick to press to it.

Stings like all fuck, but Mick grunts through it, throat constricting, as he rests his ass back against one of the crates of liquor in the backroom of the bar. The air is stagnant here, damp almost to the touch, and cold from the Detroit winter outside holding to the stone walls and concrete floors inside. He shivers, and looks back at Rio, who’s still crouched on the floor, knuckles bruised and lip split. He fared okay. Better than Mick anyway, who didn’t even see the flash of silver before the knife was stuck into his gut.

Still, Mick’s had worse.

“You called your girl?” Rio asks, and Mick blinks, gaze re-focusing as the other man starts to unpack the kit they keep stashed back here to stitch him up. Mick swallows, looks down at his belly and pulls the towel away just enough to see it soaked red with blood.

“You called yours?”

Rio just snorts at that, grabbing one of the sealed packets of needles and tearing it open with his teeth.

��Nah, I ain’t the one who got stabbed, man.”

“You really saying that like you would if you were?”

He doesn’t reply to that.

 *

 He leaves it a few days before he goes back to her place, but he makes sure to text her so she knows. Tells her he’s on a job, and she texts him okay, she texts him good luck, she texts him Billy really wants you at his sixth grade concert next week, and then, later, I want you there too.

He wants to tell her he wouldn’t miss it, but he doesn’t know how, so instead he just shows up for dinner, and it means something – the way her face lights up, the way the boys yell, the way she had a plate waiting for him in the oven, even though she didn’t – couldn’t have known he was going to show up, but still.

It’s nice.

To feel wanted.

So they watch Monsters, Inc with the kids and he feeds the baby while she gets the boys to bed, and he nurses his movements in a way she doesn’t notice until they go to bed and he figures she’ll just look at it when he takes his shirt off to reveal the puckered stitches (Rio’s never been good at fiddly work like that) and the orchid-blue petals of bruises across his stomach, stark even against his tattoos.

And she does just stare, sitting on the bed in a loose tank and her underwear, her face open, her blue eyes so wide they look like marbles, and Mick should say something, should tell her it’s nothing, that this is what he does, and she knows that, only suddenly she opens her mouth and what comes out is:

“Sharks are mean this time of year.”

Mick blinks.

“What?”

Mary Pat just nods, pushing the blankets down to wriggle underneath them, her hands shaking just a little (just enough that he wouldn’t have noticed if he wasn’t getting familiar with her too).

“They’re just all - - all fangs,” she continues, voice pitching high, and she laughs, shakes her head more to herself than to him, and Mick slips his belt out of his pants, dropping it onto the dresser as he considers her.

“In Detroit?”

Mary Pat hums in affirmation.

“They’re taking over the River.”

“Ain’t it frozen over right now?”

“It’s a new species. They’re called - - Ice Sharks. Or so I’ve heard.”

“From who?”

“I don’t - - shouldn’t you be telling me?” she gestures at his belly, and Mick raises an eyebrow at her. “You’re the one who got in a fight with one.”

She offers it so matter of fact that it takes Mick a moment to catch up. To turn his look from her, half undressed, in her bed, tan sheets beneath her and patchwork quilt being tugged up her soft, bare legs, face set in certainty, and himself, still in his jeans, but otherwise naked, with no idea what the fuck is going on.

So.

He just asks it.

“What are we doing here?”

Through the walls, he can hear a pipe gargle. Can hear Benji snoring (kid’s got the lungs of a guy twice his size), and mattress springs whine as one of the kids rolls over, but in here, Mary Pat just looks back at him, shifts her weight a little, before she jerks her chin down at the barely-healed wound at his gut.

“You wanna talk about it?”

Which - -

Fuck.

“No.” He pauses, then adds stiffly: “It’s just work.”

Because it was. Because it was just another deal with just another guy who thought he could take more than he was owed, and it’s happened before and it’ll happen again, and Mick put a bullet in the guy’s head and it was over.

It is over.

He sighs, rubs a little at his chest, and suddenly, Mary Pat gets back up onto her knees, lifts her shirt up and pushes the top of her faded panties down. Mick blinks, gaze fixing, as she brushes down some of her wiry pubic hair to show a thin, puckered line.

“I had a C-Section with Andy,” she tells him. “You know you’re not supposed to lift your baby for six weeks after a C-Section otherwise you’ll scar? You know how many women aren’t going to pick up their babies for six weeks? I figure it’s a - - a work wound, right? That’s all it is. A part of the job.”

She inhales a little, cheeks flushed, but she still covers it with her hand, lets her shirt fall back down to cover her soft, pale belly, tries to make it look casual and Mick watches her fingers grope at herself, self-conscious, and before he can think anything of it, he says:

“You sure? It kinda looks like you were in a knife fight.”

The laugh is instant, and curls warm in Mick’s head, and she folds back down into the bed as she says:

“I’m guessing you’d know.”

He inhales sharply at that, looking at her, and he can’t figure out if she realizes it’s this one, if it’s what happened this time, or if she’s just figured that it’d be one of them. One of his scars. Wonders if she knows it’s the nick at his ear, or the one at his Achilles heel. Shit. Has she even seen that one? He wets his lips, and from the bed, Mary Pat just grins at him, her eyes a little dark, like she feels this too, but then she hums. The sound low.

“Actually it’s funny you should say that, I was in a knife fight once myself.”

Mick blinks, lip curled.

“Yeah?”

She nods, rolls her eyes up to the ceiling, wrinkles her nose.

“Lilli - - Lisa Bosw - - Bottom. Little Lisa Boss-Bottom. Yep. That was her name. We were at a carnival, and I had just gotten off a ferris wheel with this boy she kinda liked, and she just leapt right out at me. Unhinged. With a knife! There were rumours she was actually a werewolf.”

There’s something to the way she says it – like the lie’s sorta tumble rolling out of her, head over ass over feet, a way to it that makes his lips twitch, and Mick reaches for the buckle on his pants. Slips them off until he’s just in his underwear, before padding slowly towards the bed.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Mary Pat says, and she scoots across the bed to make room for him, lowering her voice when she adds: “You should see me the next full moon.”

She growls then, and then instantly looks embarrassed that she did it, closing her eyes, her cheeks flushing red, and Mick’s grin comes before he can stop it, finally climbing tenderly into bed beside her. Before he can think anymore of it, he sinks low across the mattress, pulls down the top of her panties, and looks at her c-section scar again, and says:

“You sure this ain’t from a bobcat?”

It’s her who laughs this time, her eyes opening, embarrassment still there but not quite running so deep maybe, and he presses his lips to the scar, feels the bristle of hair against his mouth, the bodily hitch of her breath. Then – a hand at his shoulder, calloused, working fingers smoothing over an old bullet hole scar, and fuck, it’s his breath that hitches then.

“I’m guessing this is from a - - a giant bee.”

“A giant bee,” he echoes, hand coming to palm at her too-soft hip as he starts to push his way back up the bed. “How giant?”

“Giant-giant,” she replies. “I heard they were engineering them in a lab in Portland to make crazy amounts of honey.”

It feels weird – how long the smile holds on his face, and his hand coasts up her side to gently grab her arm, hold it up so they can both see where she burnt herself on the iron last week.

“You get this volcano diving?”

She hums in affirmation, before saying: “To save a family of elephants.”

He can’t help it then, the bark of a laugh, but before it can bellow too loud, before he can think to stop it, Mary Pat’s leaning forwards, freeing her arm from his grip to curl it around his neck and kiss him. His laugh lost to the warmth of her mouth and the scratch of her fingers on the base of his skull.  

“I know what you do,” she breathes into his mouth. “I know who you are. Please don’t think - - don’t think you can’t come here after.”

The air is sucked out of his lungs, and he leans back just enough to look at her – at her blue eyes and her working scars and the way her gaze holds him, and he thinks I’m not supposed to get this but he just says okay.

[marshmallow-phd]

Heart of Thorns

Genre: Beauty and the Beast!AU, Romace, Angst

Paring: Tao x Reader

Inspired by: These moodboards created by @xui-n-soowillbethedeathofme (x) (x) and my absolute obsession with Beauty and the Beast

Summary: Lost in a forest during a storm, you find shelter in a crumbling castle that had been hidden away for years. The master of the house shut himself away, refusing to engage with the world. Too intrigued and running away from your own fears, you refuse to leave no matter how much he tells you to, wanting to try and find the heart within the beast.

Part One I Part Two I Part Three

**

Everyone knew the story of the man in the forest mansion. He’d once been the son of a prominent and just lord. The people of the land praised the lord’s name as he was always fair and practiced justice amongst all his subjects. It was a month of mourning when he passed away from sickness, but there were high hopes for his son to carry on his legacy. And at first, all was well.

But something happened that changed his heart.

A woman appeared; beautiful, alluring, and sweet. She captured his heart and they say he adored her, showering her in gifts of gold, jewels, and fine cloth. No one knows what happened for sure, only that the lord’s son went mad. There was a fire and the woman died. Most say that he started it with the intent of killing her.  

Soon after, the son turned out all the servants and secluded himself from the rest of the world. Whispers popped up that the woman he killed was a fairy or a nymph and for killing her he was cursed. Some say that he was now a beast, sporting fangs and claws where his human teeth and fingers once were. Others say he was now a creature of the night and stalked the forest when the moon is high for wandering prey.

No had seen the son or the castle where he supposedly lived in years. The excuse that the grandmothers gave was that the forest had grown too thick from the trees and vines for the castle to be found. Since the son had turned out all the servants and land workers after the fire and there was no one to keep the paths clear.

You didn’t believe a word of it. A man with fangs and claws hiding up in a castle to terrorize anyone who came too close was utter nonsense; a fairytale to scare the children and keep them within the town walls. Even if there were such a man, you hardly considered the possibility that he was cursed.

“It's only because you moved here a few months ago,” Mrs. Mooney crooned. As the wife of the town butcher, she was privy to all the gossip that passed by the family shop. She often stood outside, keeping the stall for the smaller scraps or animals they hadn’t managed to sell to the more prestigious customers. “But we older folk remember the little boy who used to run around here while his father conducted business. Spoiled little thing. Always had a pretty pony and the finest clothes. Stuck his nose up at playing with the other children just because they had dirt on their sleeves. Serves him right, what he got.”

“You don’t know what he deserved and what he didn’t,” another graying woman chimed in haughtily. Her dress, though still rough like a peasant’s, was much nicer than the other villagers. Silver curls spilled out from under a white bonnet. Her hands looked coarse from hard labor and her skin kissed for years under the sun. Crinkles stayed permanently in the corners of her eyes, letting you know that she did smile on occasion. You’d never seen her before when you came to the market, but Mrs. Mooney seemed to know her well.

“You would know better than anyone, Feifei,” Mrs. Mooney sneered.

Though now you were intrigued, Mrs. Mooney did not elaborate how the other woman would know anything about this make-believe man.

“That tongue will get you into trouble someday, Johanna.” Adjusting the basket hanging from the crook of her arm, the old woman spared no glance at the meat as she walked away.

Mrs. Mooney clicked her tongue. With a shake of her head, she turned back to you. “So, milady, do plan on any wares today?”

“No, my father already sent Claudette earlier this week,” you said. The smell of the meat was starting to get to you, but you tried your best to keep it off your face. “I simply came down to escape the confinements of home.”

A huff pushed past her lips. “Oh, yes. I’m sure that large stone house must be suffocating.”

Though lashing out would have been easy, you bit your tongue. This butcher’s wife didn’t know your history. She didn’t know that compared to your previous home in the city, this new place was a shack.

It was your mother’s inheritance that kept you, your siblings, and your father afloat. The home, bought long ago by your grandfather who was now passed, was a honeymoon paradise for your parents. After your mother died giving birth to you, the house was locked up to be a refuge only to spiders and rodents since your father couldn’t bear visiting the place alone. He’d poured himself into his work, curating business as he brought investors and merchants together. When a major client lost his ships at sea, one of his managers took off with most of the assets and funds, leaving debts and loans in their place. To pay off the leeches, most of your possessions had to be auctioned off and the home that had sheltered you since childhood was sold to a new family.

Life away from the bustling city wasn’t too awful. You didn’t have to worry about being run over by a carriage since most of the residents here couldn’t afford one. Everyone seemed to know everyone, which was both intriguing to you while also a little bothersome. At first your family, being new, was the center of all the gossip. Rumors of your father or brother gambling the fortune away or you and your sister having scandalized the family and caused you all to hide away ran rampant. Eventually, the mill settled down and you were left in peace. Some of the villagers still gave side eyed glances, but you’d learned to brush them off.

Thinking it was time to head back home, you said goodbye to the butcher’s wife and followed the brown dirt street beyond the wall that surrounded the town until the scenery turned to fields of wildflowers and small farms. You took a right at the fork, already seeing the two-story country home come into view. The tan brick was a bit faded from the sun and thick vines grew up the sides and around the windows. A small garden grew out in front. There was a fairytale essence to the home that made you love it more. In the back, Claudette would be hanging the laundry to dry in the subtle breeze. Father was most likely in his study, shuffling through papers and letters to find a way out of this place. Cosette was probably lying on the old couch in the front parlor, constantly fanning herself as she whined of the woes she was forced to live through. Your brother, Lu, would be sitting on a log, writing in his journal when he was supposed to be chopping wood.

Cosette was right where you had guessed she was. As soon as you walked through the door, she jumped up and hurried to you with her skirt crumbled in her hand.

“Where have you been?” she screeched, her dark hair pulled back into an intricately braided bun. You tried not to be annoyed. She must have had Claudette do her hair when both of them were supposed to be helping with the washing. “Father has news that he’s been dying to share with us, but he refused to divulge what it is until you were here.”

You rolled your eyes at your sister’s impatience. “Surely, you must have known I would have been home eventually.”

She “hmphed” at you before whirling dramatically and stomping off towards your father’s study. You followed her slowly, your stomach swishing with nerves.

Truth be told, you didn’t mind it out here. The country was a great deal quieter than the city, the air cleaner too. The greatest unexpected gift, however, was how often you saw your dear father. As a child, you had to savor every dinner, every private concert in your living room, and the short moments you were able to spend with him in between his travels or meetings. Claudette never carried as she was more invested in the connections she was making with the other well-to-do families and Lu was often tagging along with your father as the eldest and heir apparent. Now the four of you felt more like a family. If you were, by some miracle or fashion, to go back to the city, routine would fall back into its previous structure and you would be alone again.

Lu surprised you by already being in the room when you entered, seated in a corner with a hardened look on his face. It was strangely out of place given his boyish looks often kept his expression soft. Your father looked up from the papers that were neatly piled up on the desk. “Aw, (y/n)! You’re back from town. Did you have a nice walk?”

“Yes, I did,” you aswered cautiously. “The market was full today.” Your eyes flicked towards Cosette, who had taken the only other chair, continuing to fan herself even though the temperature wasn’t anywhere near that drastic. “I heard you wanted to see us all together?”

“Yes! Yes! Um.” Your father looked around, perhaps to see if there was another place for you to sit. As there was none, he went on. “I received a letter from Lu’s old friend, Lin Gao.” Lu perked up at the mention of Gao. None of you had seen him since you came here, thinking that he, like the others, had abandoned you all when the money was lost. Now, that didn’t seem to be the case. “He has worked with several connections and can bring us back into good standing with society. He’s even convinced a few merchants and investors to allow me to broker deals again.” Your father cleared his throat. “There is, however, one condition.”

“What is that, Father?” Lu asked.

“He asked for (y/n)’s hand in marriage.”

The quietest gasp escaped your lips. Gao wanted… to marry you?

As the baby sister, you tended to follow your brother and his friends around, begging for attention and often they obliged you, as long as the setting was appropriate for a child. All of his friends had treated you as their own sister, equally protecting and caring. You’d never suspected them to have thoughts that led into the contrary as you’d grown up.

Lu’s eyes landed on you for a split second, studying your face enough. “Did he say (y/n) specifically?”

“Yes, why (y/n)?” Cosette scoffed. “I would be more than willing.”

“He specifically asked for (y/n)’s hand.”

Cosette closed her fan with a snap. “Well, then. Arrange the wedding so we can get out of this dumpy town.”

But wait. Did you not get a say in this?

Your father leaned back in his chair with a sigh. “The help from Gao would be tremendous. But I will not force anything on to any of you. (Y/n),” he looked at you with conflict in his eyes, “if you do not wish to marry Gao, I will send him a letter politely declining the offer. I can find other means on my own.”

He was giving you a way out, if you so wished. But you couldn’t deny the help this would bring for all of you.

“Can I think about it?” you asked in a quiet voice.

“Yes, of course.”

“What do you mean, think about it?” Cosette nearly flew out of her seat. “What is there to think about? If we are to get our fortune back, then (y/n) must marry him. I would in a heartbeat if he had asked for me.”

“But he didn’t ask for you,” Lu said.

Your father insisted. “Let your sister think about it. To force this upon her would break my heart. I will not have her live unhappily.”

“And what about me! Why should I live unhappily?”

“Enough!” Your father stood to his feet and he slammed his fist down on the desk. You flinched at the noise the collision created. Rare was it for your father to get upset like this. He was usually very levelheaded. “I am still head of this household and you will accept my decision. Now, go!”

With a stomp of her foot, Cosette stormed out of the room like a spoiled child told that she couldn't have a piece of candy. Eyes trained down on the floor, you quietly excused yourself and went upstairs to your room.

Your favorite place in the house was your room, the smallest besides Claudine’s on the first floor. But the trade for it was the reading crook by the window, overlooking the garden. You liked the isolation you could feel when you sat on the bench, knees pulled up close to your chest as your skirts fell over the side. The window was cold as you laid your forehead against the glass. A breeze was moving through, swaying the leaves in the trees and rattling the vines against the stone walls of the house.

What would living with Gao be like? You had never thought of your brother’s friend in a romantic light. Would there be any romance between the two of you? Or would you be condemned to a loveless marriage like so many other girls? Could you live like that?

You had no answers at the moment. You weren’t sure if you would ever have an answer. But a compromise was coming to the forefront of your mind. You didn’t have to say yes right away. Maybe you could meet with Gao, get to know him more, in a different way that how you knew him before. And, if you decided that he was not the kind of man you wanted to spend your life with, if there was no possibility of love between the two of you, perhaps you could convince him to help your father anyway, for sake of his friendship with Lu.

You pictured Gao’s face in your mind, willing yourself to love it. But all that did was churn your stomach.

**

Your father had sent the letter asking if a visit to the city would be possible for you. Gao’s reply came back quicker than expected: yes. He made all the arrangements; he hired the carriage, sent money so you could rest in an inn for a night before arriving in town the next day. Barely a week had gone by since you were first told of this offer and now you were traveling by yourself for the first time in your life.

Cloak wrapped tightly over your shoulders, you kissed your father goodbye on the cheek. Tears were swelling behind your eyes, but you refused to let him see them.

“Be on your best behavior,” he teased. You were the last out of the three to get into trouble. “Write to me as soon as you arrive. Alright?”

“Of course,” you smiled.

Lu patted your shoulder. When you were a child, he showed you affection freely, but now that you were grown, he’d become a bit awkward when other people were watching. Cosette didn’t say a word. She simply fanned herself at a quick rate as smirk rested on her lips. All she carried about was getting back to high society, to the parties and the searching for a husband who possessed a fortune large enough to keep her satisfied.

Your father glanced up at the sky. “Better go now, my dear. The clouds are growing darker. I want you at that inn before the storm comes through.”

“The only way to do that is to go through the forest,” the driver commented from atop the carriage.

Your father seemed unnerved by that observation but gave no protest. “I will wait to hear from you.”

You gave one last kiss to his stubbled cheek. “Goodbye, father. Take care of him, Lu. Will you?”

“Naturally,” Lu said with a chuckle.

You merely nodded to Cosette before stepping into the carriage. The cabby lurched forward and you allowed the small smile that had been straining on your lips to fall away. Anxiety settled in your stomach. You wanted to have a positive outlook on this whole thing. It was better to possibly marry a friend of the family rather than a complete stranger twenty years your senior.

Unclasping the hook that held your cloak together, you let the soft fabric fall behind you on the seat. The literal weight off your shoulders helped you to breathe easier. You closed your eyes and leaned back. There was still a long journey until you would arrive back in a city that you hadn’t seen in months, although it felt more like years. That was another life to you, a past self. One you had been okay with letting go. And now you were uneasily walking back into its arms.

The ground shook, rattling the walls of the carriage. You pushed the curtain out of the way and peaked out the window. Flashes of lightning so bright that not even the thick trees of the forest could keep them back splintered across the sky. The storm had come quicker than anticipated. Raindrops splattered against the dirt floor, starting out slow then growing in pace. Soon it was impossible to see more than five steps in front of you.

The wind grew untamable. The carriage rocked from side to side, the thin wheels ricketing against the strain. A bolt of lightning screamed too close for comfort. The horse reared back in fright as the carriage passed by a ravine. It was all too much. The carriage toppled over, falling down the side of the ravine. You were tossed around the cabby like a rock between a group of children. When the falling finally stopped, you let out a cry of relief. A second cry left your lips, this time for the driver. But no reply came.

The carriage had landed on its side, but thankfully, it had another door to escape through. You clasped the cloak around your shoulders once more and pulled up the hood before pushing the door open and climbing out.

You were soaked as soon as you stepped out of the carriage. The driver was gone. You didn’t know if he was dead or if he had ran away. The horse, the poor thing, didn’t move or whine. Water was slowly rising in the creek from the rushing rain. You had to get out of here. With what little strength you had, you managed to climb back up the side of the hill. A chill froze your fingers and chattered your teeth. You walked in the opposite way that you thought the carriage was heading. Getting back to your home was your only hope. You had never been in these woods and the sky was too dark to tell directions from the sun. The rain was pouring down harder. Each step you took grew weaker. An unseen tree root stuck out of the ground, catching your foot. Shock ran up your arms as you tried to catch yourself when you fell. You couldn’t go anymore. You were too cold, too tired. So you lied there in the mud, wishing for a miracle. The rain soon came to a stop, but you were still too exhausted to push yourself up. Your eyes grew tired. Finally, the lids closed. The sound of horse hooves against the mud grew near, but you couldn't be sure if it was real or simply your imagination clinging to hope.

“We can’t just leave her here, Xao.”

“But what would the master think if we showed up with her?”

“So, you would leave her to die?”

“No, of course not!”

“Then we take her with us! The castle is big enough that he would never even have to know.”

“I guess you’re right.”

Someone lifted you up from the ground, but before you could discover who it was, you lost consciousness completely.

**

You weren’t sure what woke you up. It could have been the splitting headache that pounded at your skull. Or it could have been the shouting coming from the other side of the door.

“Get her OUT of here!”

“My lord, please, see reason. The poor child was dying in that storm.”

“I don’t care. She’s alive now, so get her out!”

“But she’s still sick. The poor thing has a fever. She’s been sweating all night.”

“I do not want her here. No one is to come here, you know that!”

“Let me take care of her. Once she’s on her feet again, I’ll take her back into town.”

“Fine!”

Heavy foot stomps echoed off the floor. One side of the double doors opened and inside stepped the old woman from the market.

You?

“You’re awake,” she sighed. “I can only imagine what had woken you up.” In her hands was a silver tray of different morsels and a tea kettle slowly letting out a flow of steam. Seeing you struggle to sit up, she hurried to set the tray down on the nightstand and help you. “Don’t overexert yourself, miss. You’re not fully recovered from that awful storm yet. You’ve been asleep for two days now.”

Two days! Your father must have been losing his mind when he never received word that you had arrived in town. A coughing fit of your own started up. The old woman gave you a glass of water to calm your throat before adjusting the pillows behind your head. You took in the bedroom that you were housed in. The light gray drapes that hung from the bedposts were old and a little faded but still made from an expensive velvet fabric. The blanket that covered you was soft and warm and smelled of lavender. Cosette would squeal at the size of this place. It was even bigger than her room at the old house in the city.

“Where am I?”

The old woman’s hands stopped before she could pull out the warming pan from the foot of the bed. “You're at the lord’s estate.”

You frowned. “What lord?” As far as you were aware, the closet lord was at least several days ride from town. And you doubted he would have allowed a room to go untouched like this one obviously was.

Sadness fell upon the old woman’s face. “He’s a good man. A good man with a tragic past.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, the old woman folded her hands and laid them in her lap. “Do you remember the story Mrs. Mooney was telling you at the market?” You nodded. “This is his home.”

“He… exists?”

“Yes. Though the awful rumors….” She shook her head. “Anyway, yes. But his lordship isn’t accustomed to visitors. I apologize for what you might have heard.”

Perhaps it was the fever, but your curiosity was now out of your control. “Why doesn’t he want anyone here?”

The old woman stood up. “Never you mind. We’ll get you back on your feet and then Mr. Chan will take you back into town.” She poured a fresh cup of tea, handing it to you carefully.

“Do I have to go back to town?”

“We don’t really have a choice, dear. You heard the master.” She eyed you as you sipped on the warm, caramel colored tea. “What is it? Why don’t you want to go back to town?”

You finished off the tea before explaining. “My family wants me to get married, to help the financial situation. At first, I thought I was willing to at least try, to see that man again and find out if I could love him. But… now I’m grateful for the storm.”

“If you don’t wish to marry him, why not say so?”

“Because if my father never restores his reputation and our family falls further into ruin, it will be all my fault.”

The old woman shook her head. “You poor thing. That’s too much weight to bear.” She let out a long sigh. “Try to eat and then get more rest. Your eyes look heavy. We’ll see if we can’t delay your being cured by a few more days.” She headed for the door. After opening on side, she halfway turned back around. “I’m Mrs. Chan, by the way. If you need anything, pull on the cord by the bed. I’ll hear the bell and come to you. Now, rest.”

As soon as the door closed and you were alone again, you felt the weight of your lids growing. Reaching over to the tray, you tore off a piece of the bun and chewed on it slowly. Eventually, you nodded off into a dreamless sleep.

**

Over the next several days, you passed between peaceful sleeps and uncomfortable awareness. Your fever broke on day two, but you still felt weak. Mrs. Chan checked up on you often, keeping you well fed and making sure there was a fresh pitcher of water or tea for you to drink. When you stopped sleeping as much, she brought you a book to occupy your time. But you read through the comedic romance quickly. A tingling was coursing up and down your legs. They needed to move, to be used. You’d been lying in bed for so long you weren’t sure if they even worked properly anymore.

Earlier, Mrs. Chan had stopped by to say she was going into town to pick a few things up at the market. Mr. Chan was to be out on the grounds so if you needed anything it would have to wait for her return.

Curiosity was a dangerous thing. On one hand, you could find nothing of interest in this ancient castle. On the other hand, you could find yourself in the absolute wrong place and have yourself thrown out into the cold before Mrs. Chan could come back and rescue you.

Silly. All of it was. A little walk wouldn’t do any harm. You would make sure to stay near your room and if you heard footsteps, you would run back here in an instant.

With your feet bare and the nightgown Mrs. Chan had given you made of a thinner material, you were a bit cold as you left the comfort of the blankets. But you pushed forth with your curiosity. This grand room was all you had seen of your haven. You wanted to know more about the home of the lord whose memory haunted the village. You stuck your head out first, looking down the hall from either side. It was empty save for the polished suits of armor that lined the sides, sitting between old portraits previous tenants. As quietly as you could, you closed the bedroom door behind you and softly stepped further into the hall. Through the long space you made your way, glancing at every painting as you passed. Some had chipped paint while others’ frames had dulled over the years, but each one was still magnificent, the subject stunningly beautiful in their own unique ways. You weren’t sure if it was the magic of the artist or if the family was truly blessed in that manner.

Every so often you would peer into a room when the door was unlocked. Most of them were bedrooms or small studies. By the collection of dust gathered on most of the furniture, they hadn’t been used in quiet a while. Soon, the hall took a turn, spilling out into the Grand Hall where the other hallways met. You started to go right when a set of double doors down a shorter hallway in the other direction caught your eye. They were bigger than any of the other doors you had seen so far. You hurried to that one instead, intrigued by what might be behind it. Barely able to get it open with your weak arms, you squeezed through the space and stumbled inside. Then you gasped.

When Mrs. Chan had described the library to you, she had said that the family had a fair collection of books. You might have to clarify with her what a “fair amount” really meant.

The library was housed in the back most tower, the shelves built into the walls and going higher than your eyes could see. Ladders made of wood and metal were attached to the spaces between the shelves. They moved freely from side to side to put any book within reach. As a child, you thought your father had the biggest collection of books by any one person in the world. How silly you were. This place could hold twenty of your father’s old library. You whirled around and around, taking in every detail. It was like a fairy tale.

You stepped closer to the wall and ran your hand over the leather bindings. It had been so long since you’d been able to take in the smell of old books. You had only been able to save two of your favorite novels from the auction. They were currently hidden under your bed. If Cosette ever got a whiff of them, she’d sell them to pay for a new dress. As you made your way around the library, you spotted another door, one that nearly blended in with the shelves. Feeling brave from your latest discovery, you tried the handle. It turned with ease. You pulled the door towards you. Sunlight spilled into the library. The secondary room was mostly empty – save for one object. A piano.

Bang!

The door shut in your face, startling you backwards. You stumbled into something hard. Turning to see what it was, you gasped in fright

A tall, dark hair man with the left half of his face covered in a white mask glared at you.

“What are you doing in here!” he shouted, face glowing red with fury.

“I-I-I’m sor-sorry,” you stutter as you scurried back. The door to the room stopped you from going any further. You were trapped with no way to escape. “I didn’t mean to-”

“You were supposed to say in your room,” he continued to bellow, not concerned at all with your fear. “Stay away from this room! Go!”

That last command was enough to send you running, passing the man and leaving the library. You hurried to the Great Hall, to get back to your room as quickly as possible. Looking back over your shoulder, you checked to see if he was coming after you. The hallway was empty behind you. Once safely back in your room, you scurried under your covers as if they would protect you from the masked man.

**

Mrs. Chan gave no indication that she was aware of your little adventure. If the masked man – the lord of this castle, you presumed – had told her, surely you would have been thrown out by now. She did, however, seem upset about something.

“Is everything alright?” you asked before she could leave the room with your empty food tray.

“Oh, it’s nothing I want to trouble you with, dear,” Mrs. Chan said.

You smiled at her. “I’ve been told I’m a very good listener.”

A second went by and then Mrs. Chan sighed. “It’s just the master. He wasn’t been sleeping well. He’s been wondering through the west wing lately and I’m worried about him.”

The west wing? That was where you were headed before the library stole your attention. “What’s in the west wing?”

“Nothing of importance,” Mrs. Chan snapped. It was a harsher tone that you were used to. You lowered your gaze remorsefully. “Oh, dear. I’ve upset you. Don’t worry about and try to get more rest. You need color back in your cheeks.” She left the room, blowing out the lamp before shutting the door and leaving you in darkness.

You woke a few hours later to a loud bang. At first you thought of ignoring it. Then the thought of something happening to Mrs. Chan came into your mind.

Throwing a blanket around your shoulders, you carefully relit the lamp and stepped out into the hallway.

“Hello?” you called out softly. Another bang answered you. It was faint, not coming from this hallway. You followed it, occasionally calling out again. No human ever replied.

You passed through the Great Hall and into the west wing. You should learned, really, from your earlier excursion. But the thought of someone being trouble refused to let you turn back. Now that you were closer to the source, a soft moaning could be heard among the silence. You pressed your ear from door to door, trying to see if it was coming from behind one of them. It was the door on the very end that held back the sound. With enough moonlight coming from the wide window at the end of the hall to see by, you put the oil lamp down on the floor out of the way and went inside.

Even in the darkness, you could see the smoke and soot stained walls. The remnants of a bed stood in the middle of the wood. Hanging behind it was a portrait of a beautiful woman with golden hair and rich brown eyes that stuck out even with half of the painting burned and curled.  

“What are you doing in here!”

You gasped as the lord of the castle stepped out of the shadows. His mask was gone, but he kept the left side of his face covered with his hand. In his other hand was a small torch. With its light you could see the scars on the back of his hand, the tight and lifted skin usually caused by fire. You said nothing, too stunned to find words.

Dropping his left hand, he reached out and grabbed you by the wrist. The scars on his face were now partially visible, but still mostly hidden in shadow and by the locks of hair that had fallen. From what you could see, they matched the scars visible on his hand. “I asked you why you are here!”

“I’m sorry!” Your voice came out in squeaks, fear running you cold despite the proximity of the flame. “I heard noises. I thought someone might be in trouble.”

He sneered at your answer. “If you’re well enough to walk around then GET. OUT!” He practically threw you out of the room.

You landed on your knees but didn’t stay there for long. You scrambled up to your feet and took off down the hall, leaving the oil lamp behind. The nightgown caught on your foot in your haste as you passed the staircase. You went tumbling down the marble stairs, a scream piercing your throat. You couldn’t stop no matter how you tried. When the bottom of the staircase finally came, you were out cold.

[strawberry--bride]

🚼 sharon x yuma please

send me a 🚼 and a ship I’ll use a doll-maker to design what I think a child between our two muses would look like

// Oh! This one came out of nowhere but sure! I’ll try my best! uwu

@yuma-mukami Tagging you just for fun, since it’s Yuma related. :P

Name: Mukami Yuuki 

--> Written as 勇気 with the characters for ‘courage’. 

Gender: Male

Trivia: 

~> Just as much of a foodie as his parents. Eats about twice as much as other children his age.

~> His favorite vegetable is tomato.

~> He loves helping his dad in the garden so he has slightly tanned skin.

~> Has yet to grow his fangs (I don’t know how genetics work in the DL universe, but I feel like it might be possible for a ‘human’ child to be born between a regular human and a former-human/current-Vampire??)

[commander-rahrah]

prompt 49 for Adrian x MC ✨

Thank you @k-nazario for the prompt and for your patience! I’ve been trying to balance finishing these prompts and the newest update of Residency (and other life stuff). I hope you enjoy it!

Prompt #49: Giving them a tight hug that makes them lose their breath. (It gets to the prompt in the end -- I just REALLY needed to explore more of Adrian’s feelings from the beginning of Bloodbound III) 

Ship: Adrian Raines x f!MC Astra Del Roso - the first time I’ve posted for them! 

Word Count: 740 words

Rated: T (Mentions of blood?)

Prompt is from 50-item-writing-prompts which can be found here!

Light trickled in through the small gap in the blinds. They hadn’t been pulled to block the sunlight — but instead to block the view of the chaos outside.

Adrian was standing in his penthouse — his hands in his pockets as he watched Astra from afar.

She had just finished freshening up — the washroom door ajar, steam still lingering in the room. She was studying herself in the mirror — tucking a piece of wavy hair behind her ear.

It was an adjustment. He knew that. He still remembered what it felt like.

But that’s not what he was thinking of right now. Memories flashed through his mind.

Warm blood seeping into his suit, his hands covered in it as he held her in his arms — pulling her into him tighter. That very suit — stained with her blood— sitting in a trash bag at the bottom of the stairs.

His pale hands trembling, holding her against him — his voice croaking as he tried to keep her with him. Feeling the crack in his chest — the physical pain of his heart breaking as she whispered that she didn’t want to go. Her dark eyes fluttering closed —  her body going limp as he finally vocalized how he felt about her. How he had always felt about her — but was too afraid to say it before. Afraid of the implications, of what it would mean for them. But as he watched her slipped away he realized what an absolute fool he had been.

The howl that came out of Lily as she watched her friend lay limply in her arms. Jax’s anger — punching into the wooden floorboards, his teeth bared. Kamilah standing stone-faced — her hands balled up fists at her side.

The desperation that came through him — Lily begging in his ear. Do it, Adrian. Please. Please!!! Sinking his fangs into her — doing the very thing they had always fought about before. But he couldn’t do it — he couldn’t bear to not have her with him. He had gone two hundred years without her before  — he couldn’t live for a second longer without her.

And he waited.

And waited.

And waited.

It took a lot — for them to convince him it wasn’t going to work. That it didn’t save her. It was Lily who broke him. Telling him that they needed to say goodbye, to let her be at peace finally.

He wouldn’t leave her. He sat in front of that grave — that makeshift, half-hazard grave. Wanting to give her so much more. Wanting so desperately to be with her. To just end it. Even once Kamilah finally convinced him to leave  — he would still return to visit.

And then he saw her.

The thick dirt underneath her fingernails — from digging herself out of her own coffin. The crazed, confused look in her eyes — piercing red eyes — when he stopped her from hunting that woman.

Then her brown eyes — her beautiful brown eyes looking at Adrian, searching for answers as she woke up in his office. Her eyebrows furrowing as she processed being dead for four days. As she processed being one of them. A lump forming in his throat as she apologized to them — to him for what she put him through. As if he hadn’t changed her life forever — vampire or not. As if he wasn’t to blame for all of this.

And now they were here. Standing in his penthouse — two vampires.

Adrian was so lost in his thoughts and memories that he hadn’t noticed Astra approach him. She was so much quieter now — the sounds of her footsteps were almost non-existent on the hardwood. He would have to get used to that.

His light eyes stared down at her — studying her. She was so striking — she had always been.

Her pink lips spread into a small smile, as their eyes met. Her tan arms wrapped around her torso self-consciously.

Swallowing hard, Adrian wrapped his arms around her in one fluid motion — drawing her into his chest. He felt hot tears form in the corners of his eyes — she was here. She was here and real. Everything else be damned. Everything else they would figure out.

His breath hitched as he felt her wrap her arms around his torso — hugging him back tighter. Leaning down, Adrian touched his forehead to Astra’s — relishing in the quiet moment. The reeling thoughts in his mind stopping — if only for this moment.   _____________________________________________________________________

If you would like to read more of my writing +please feel free to check out my Open Heart fic Residency! It is about my MC Jordynne Holland x Bryce Lahela x Ethan Ramsey or more of my prompts here! _______________________________________________________________________

[strangerthroned]

Rebel With A Cause: Chapter 3

Rebel With A Cause

Sweet Pea x OC (Emma Carter)

Warnings: Emma has very cynical humor so don’t take it too seriously! Also, this is likely going to have some sexual content towards the end so if that’s not your thing I apologize!

About: The summer before one’s senior year in highschool was big. If not one of the most important summers of a young adult’s life. This proved no different in Riverdale. After all of the Gryphons & Gargoyle and gang drama, the town of Riverdale was ready for a quiet summer. However, the incoming senior class of Riverdale had other plans. Sweet Pea, a member of the Southside Serpents, in particular, as the disappearance of his best friend, Fangs, continued to play on his mind, He was determined to raise as much hell as possible to find him. With an unsuspecting Emma Carter falling into Sweet Pea’s life, she helps him through the loss of his best friend. Through investigation and, at times, use of force, Emma and Sweet Pea begin to find that all the drama Riverdale had to offer wasn’t that bad at each other’s side.

After the fight Emma and Gina had shared, Emma was in no mood to be around anyone. So, she sat at home for the rest of the weekend working on anything to distract her. She had found herself in the garage of her home working on motorcycles her dad was hoping to fix up in their free time. 

She had made solid progress by the time that Monday came around. She had woken with a newfound sense of commitment to not having the worst summer of her life. Working on the bikes gave her the opportunity to let out the steam that Gina had so kindly helped contribute to. 

The bikes were exactly what she needed to do to get her mind off of what was going on. Riverdale’s drama was proving to seep into her own life and it was pretty exhausting for Emma. 

So, Emma sat idly at the front desk waiting for something to happen that wasn’t overly boring for her, but not too exciting that she was going to get wrapped up in anything she didn’t want a part in. However, Monday proved to be an incredibly slow day for the shop. Solitaire flicked across her computer as she stacked the cards, mindlessly clicking.

God, she really needed to find something better to do at work. 

Maybe she could start reading for fun? 

Emma laughed humorlessly at her own thoughts, knowing full-well that she wasn’t about to pick up a book. She enjoyed reading, but her concentration level was little to nothing. 

Wasn’t summer supposed to be fun? So far, Emma had proved to herself that was an absolute lie. Fun was the exact opposite of what Emma had been dealing with. Work was boring, Gina and her were in an argument, and she had yet to even find something worth her time. 

Summer was anything but fun. 

The front door opened, forcing Emma’s eyes from the screen. She saw a pale boy with jet-black hair walk through the door with a pretty blonde girl. She recognized them both from Riverdale, but couldn’t quite place their names. 

She truly was an anti-social weirdo. She’d never realized how few people she’d spent the time to learn the name of. 

“Hello,” the girl greeted her, a bright smile on her face. She had a tight ponytail in her hair that looked like it was painful. She was also wearing far too much pastel that made Emma want to shield her eyes. She looked odd next to the dark-haired boy next to her. He had a leather jacket on, which Emma could only assume was gang related. Beyond that, he was wearing a grey hat that looked like a crown on the sides. For a nice summer day, he looked like he was living in the dead of winter. 

She had a stifle a chuckle on that. 

“Hi, how can i help you?” Emma asked, trying her hardest to get better at this whole “customer service” thing. She was beginning to find that asking what they wanted got them out of her hair a lot quicker. 

“Uh, looking for Sweet Pea. is he here?” the guy asked. “I’m a friend of his and he’s fixing up my bike.”

Emma nodded her head, “I’ll call into the shop for him.” 

Emma grabbed the phone and made the announcement over the shop speaker that someone was there for Sweet Pea. She heard some commotion and, quickly, the door from the shop was opened to reveal the tall Serpent. 

“Jughead, what’s up man?” Sweet Pea said, hugging the other guy. Ah, so Jughead was his name. What the hell kind of name was that? Emma had thought Sweet Pea was a weird name. But, Jughead? They had to be kidding. 

“Not much, just checking up on the bike. Betty, here, would also love to check it out. She’s convinced she could fix it,” Jughead responded, winking at the blonde next to him. 

Sweet Pea chuckled, shaking his head at the couple, “Almost done, man. You guys can go check it out if you want. The guys are taking a lunch break so feel free.” 

Betty and Jughead thanked him, walking hand in hand, heading back into the shop leaving Sweet Pea and Emma alone in the lobby. She watched as they leaved, remembering seeing them in the halls of Riverdale High. 

“Cute couple,” Emma said, grimacing at the words. She’d never been one that liked couples, mostly due to the excessive PDA and lovey dove-y shit.

Sweet Pea grinned at Emma. That same cocky smile she’d grown used to. He had become one of the few people she sort of tolerated. Sure, he was annoying as hell, but he had a way about himself that Emma respected. He wasn’t trying to prove anything. 

“Oh, just the cutest,” he laughed, leaning across the desk in front of her. His uniform was half on, with a grey tank top covering his chest and the arms of the uniform wrapped around his waist. His muscles poked through and Emma couldn’t help but take a peek. His tan skin flexed with each toned muscle and it was borderline drool-worthy if Emma wasn’t who she was.

Emma gave him a solid eye roll and turned back to her computer, closing out of her game of Solitaire. 

“So, Emma, what are you doing this Thursday?” he asked her, quirking up his eyebrow. 

“Um, probably going to a huge party or something. I have a stocked social calendar,” Emma said to Sweet Pea, her voice dripping in sarcasm. Sweet Pea’s cocky smile returned at her comment, smiling at her.

“Well, how would you feel about going to a little bar-b-que with some of my friends? You could use some social interaction. I mean, you’re basically a recluse,” he said to her. 

Emma scoffed, “I am so not a recluse. I just don’t like the company of anyone who is my age. That’s not reclusive, just selective.” 

A chuckle erupted from Sweet Pea’s throat and he stood up from the counter, turning towards the shop, “We’ll leave after work, recluse.” 

With that, he was in the shop leaving Emma in shock. 

What the hell had just happened? Emma had never thought her acquaintance-ship with Sweet Pea would move outside of work and now she was going to BBQ with the guy? 

Damn, she was truly bored. 

~

The week flew by, with Thursday arriving much faster than Emma would have liked. She had gone back and forth with this whole “BBQ” thing and had decided multiple times she’d fake an illness or claim that she was dying. 

But she knew Sweet Pea. He’d never buy it. So, she’d accepted her fate.

BBQ it was. 

She contemplated inviting Gina and burying the hatchet. However, she could see her friend’s reaction now. A snort and a look of disgust. Emma, frankly, was not in the mood to deal with her friend’s attitude so the invite was out. 

Emma found herself being more thoughtful in the morning as she picked an outfit out and it disgusted her. Who the hell was she trying to impress? 

Not Sweet Pea that was for sure. Yet, she still wore her nicer “mom” jeans and a tank top. Even brushing a few swipes of mascara on her lashes. 

Who was this person? Because it sure as hell was not Emma. 

To Emma’s sadness, work flew by, forcing her to come to terms with the fact that she was about to attend a social event with her peers. She had thought her dad was going to faint when he heard her plans for the evening. But the happy smile on her face was enough to force Emma to go without too many complaints. 

As the shop guys closed up, Sweet Pea found himself standing in front of the front desk. 

“Ready?” he asked, wiping his hands on his uniform. He had some motor-oil on his shirt and arms, but other than that he didn’t look too worse for wear. 

“No,” Emma said, refusing to stand up. “I don’t think I can go, Sweet Pea. You know, big rager tonight and everything.”

Sweet Pea ignored her words and walked around behind the desk, grabbing Emma’s hands and pulling her up with ease, “Come on, kid. It’ll be fun.”

With those words, she was out of the front door, following behind him. He gestured to his bike and motioned for her to put the helmet on. She did and climbed behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. 

The contact was a lot and Emma wasn’t sure how she felt about it, but she valued her safety and knew it was the best way to ride the motorcycle. So, without further complaint they drove off, Emma’s hair blowing in the wind as her and Sweet Pea drove off. 

The sights of the Southside raced past them as they drove towards the farther side of town. She figured they’d be going to the quarry as it was a well-known “Serpent hangout”. So, Emma couldn’t help but assume that was where they were headed. 

Unsurprisingly, they finally stopped there, with Sweet Pea slowing down and parking next to another group of motorcycles. Sweet Pea helped Emma off the motorcycle, taking the helmet from her.

“Welcome to the quarry,” Sweet Pea said to her, the typical cocky smirk written all over his phase. 

It was basically a huge hole. Nothing too exciting, but Emma could see various bodies down below, all surrounding something that was smoking. A grill she could presume. There was also turquoise blue water that looked refreshing. She saw people running around inside of the water, splashes coming from everywhere. 

“Huh, so this is what gang members do on their days off. Not what I expected,” Emma commented, running a hand through her hair and adjusting her tank top. Sweet Pea chuckled at her words.

“We’re more than meets the eye, Cup,” he said to her, winking. 

Emma rolled her eyes, “Say the nickname one more time, Sweet Pea. I fucking dare you.”

He ignored her threat and grabbed a bag out of his seat. He motioned for them to start climbing down the rocky edges to meet up with the rest of the group.

All of Emma’s anxieties came into fruition at this very moment. What the hell had she gotten herself into? She was the last person that should be at a “get together” with a gang, yet here she was. On full display with a very member of that gang. 

She stopped midway, with Sweet Pea falling ahead of her until he noticed his lack of company. She was shaking her head and looking far too stressed for her own good. 

“Emma, come on, it’ll be fun. Plus, your dad would really appreciate if you got out of the house for once in your life,” Sweet Pea said, turning around and facing her. His hands were on his hips and he looked exasperated. 

“What, did my dad pay you to hang out with me?” Emma snarled, mirroring his stance. She knew she was being difficult, but she couldn’t help but be completely anxious and uncomfortable with what she’s about to do. 

Sweet Pea sighed, “I’m not gonna force you to hang out with me, Cup. But you could actually have fun with us, believe it or not.”

With that, he turned around and continued his climb down. Without another word, Emma’s legs began to drag her down, following in step with Sweet Pea. 

Emma could hardly believe herself but, for some odd reason, she trusted Sweet Pea. 

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Alright, relate yours OCs or ship to my fav album songs Taylor Swift: Tim McGraw, Cold As You, Picture To Burn, Should’ve Said No Fearless: White Horse, Tell Me Why, Forever & Always Speak Now: Speak Now, Sparks Fly, Back To December, The Story Of Us, Better Than Revenge Red: Red, Treacherous, WANEGBT, The Last Time, All Too Well, I Almost Do 1989: Style, Wildest Dreams, New Romantics Rep: End Game, IDSB, Getaway Car, DWOHT, KOMH Lover: Cruel Summer, The Man, MA&THP, Cornelia Street, London Boy

Tim McGraw: ooof okay this is totally Fallon Parris Jones and Reggie Mantle?  Actually their second first time (first time after they said ‘I love you’ and were dating not fwb lmao) was entirely based around this song!!

But when you think "Tim McGraw"/I hope you think my favourite song/The one we danced to all night long/The moon like a spotlight on the lake/When you think happiness/I hope you think "that little black dress"/Think of my head on your chest/And my old faded blue jeans

Cold As You: Aaliya Andrews x Graham Frank

You have a way of coming easily to me/And when you take, you take the very best of me/So I start a fight 'cause I need to feel somethin'/And you do what you want 'cause I'm not what you wanted

You put up the walls and paint them all a shade of gray/And I stood there loving you, and wished them all away/And you come away with a great little story/Of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you

Picture To Burn: ngl also Fallon Parris Jones but Fallon and Sweet Pea!  Which I hate because I hate being mean to my beloved son but that’s just how their relationship went?

So watch me strike a match/On all my wasted time/As far as I'm concerned you're/Just another picture to burn/There's no time for tears/I'm just sitting here/Planning my revenge/There's nothing stopping me/From going out with all of your best friends

or worst enemies as the case may be

Should’ve Said No: Roxie Flores x Noah Puckerman

You should've said no, you should've gone home/You should've thought twice before you let it all go/You should've know that word, bout what you did with her/Would get back to me

I can't resist, before you go, tell me this/Was it worth it/Was she worth this

White Horse: Lucy and Alexander Pierce

Cause I'm not your princess, this ain't a fairytale/I'm gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well/This is a big world, that was a small town/There in my rear view mirror disappearing now

And also Aaliya Andrews x Graham Frank & Delaney Carlyle x Reggie Mantle/Chuck Clayton

I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale/I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet/Lead her up the stairwell/This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town/I was a dreamer before you went and let me down/Now it's too late for you/And your white horse, to come around

Tell Me Why: Carmen Rivera x Jackson Whittemore

And I need you like a heartbeat/But you know you got a mean streak/Makes me run for cover when you're around/And here's to you and your temper/Yes, I remember what you said last night/And I know that you see what you're doing to me/Tell me why

Forever & Always: Charlie Dugan x Flash Thompson

And I stare at the phone, he still hasn't called/And then you feel so low you cant feel nothing at all/And you flashback to when he said forever and always

Speak Now: Ooof Jennifer Andrews x FP Jones

This is surely not what you thought it would be/I lose myself in a daydream/Where I stand and say/"Don't say yes, run away now/I'll meet you when you're out/Of the church at the back door/Don't wait or say a single vow/You need to hear me out"/And they said, "speak now"

Sparks Fly: Alexis Argent x Lydia Martin x Scott McCall!!

Drop everything now/Meet me in the pouring rain/Kiss me on the sidewalk/Take away the pain/Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile

ALSO Kit Conrad x Hope Mikaelson

The way you move is like a full on rainstorm/And I'm a house of cards/You're the kind of reckless that should send me running/But I kinda know that I won't get far

Back To December: Angela DeSantos x Veronica Lodge

I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile, so good to me, so right/And how you held me in your arms that September night/The first time you ever saw me cry/Maybe this is wishful thinking/Probably mindless dreaming/But if we loved again I swear I'd love you right

The Story Of Us: Juliet Capes x Fangs Fogarty

I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us/How we met and the sparks flew instantly/People would say, "they're the lucky ones"/I used to know my place was a spot next to you/Now I'm searching the room for an empty seat/Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on

Better Than Revenge: Amethyst Andrews, wrt Betty and Cheryl

Betty - 

I'm just another thing for you to roll your eyes at honey/You might have him, but haven't you heard/I'm just another thing for you to roll your eyes at honey/You might have him, but I'll always get the last word

Cheryl -

She looks at life like it's a party and she's on the list/She looks at me like I'm a trend and she's so over it/I think her ever present frown is a little troubling/And, she thinks I'm psycho/Cause I like to rhyme her name with things, but/Sophistication isn't what you wear, or who you know/Or pushing people down to get you where you wanna go/Oh they didn't teach you that in prep school/So it's up to me/But no amount of vintage dresses gives you dignity

Red: Ophelia Dane x Ben Hargreeves

Losing him was blue like I'd never known/Missing him was dark grey, all alone/Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met/But loving him was red

Treacherous: Ashley Wilson x Percy Jackson

And I just think you should, think you should know/That nothing safe is worth the drive

WANEGBT: Percy Flowers x Brett Talbot

I remember when we broke up, the first time/Saying, "This is it, I've had enough"/Cause like we hadn't seen each other in a month/When you, said you, needed space (what?)

The Last Time: Carmen Rivera x Lydia Martin

This is the last time I'm asking you this/Put my name at the top of your list/This is the last time I'm asking you why/You break my heart in the blink of an eye

All Too Well: Also Fallon x Sweet Pea ouch

And I know it's long gone and/That magic's not here no more/And I might be okay/But I'm not fine at all

I Almost Do: Luna Hale x Isaac Lahey

I bet/You think I either moved on or hate you/Cause each time you reach out there's no reply/I bet/It never ever occurred to you/That I can't say "Hello" to you/And risk another goodbye

Style: ooh Anastasia Andrews x Jughead Jones

You've got that long hair slick back, white t-shirt/And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt

and also Amethyst Andrews x Sweet Pea

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye/And I got that red lip, classic thing that you like/And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

Wildest Dreams: Ariel Blossom x Malachai

He's so tall, and handsome as hell/He's so bad but he does it so well/I can see the end as it begins, my one condition is/Say you'll remember me/Standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset babe

and Cathy x Bill x Stan

Say you'll see me again even if it's just in your wildest dreams

New Romantics: Amara Caro & Percy Flowers!!!  

Baby, we're the new romantics/Come on, come along with me/Heart break is the national anthem/We sing it proudly/We are too busy dancing/To get knocked off our feet/Baby, we're the new romantics/The best people in life are free

And Arianne Martin!!

Cause, baby, I could build a castle/Out of all the bricks they threw at me/And every day is like a battle/But every night with us is like a dream

End Game: Amethyst Andrews x Sweet Pea 100%

Reputation precedes me, they told you I'm crazy/I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me/And I can't let you go, your hand print's on my soul/It's like your eyes are liquor, it's like your body is gold/You've been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks/So here's the truth from my red lipsI wanna be your endgame

also Stevie Cooper x Joaquin DeSantos

I got issues and chips on both of my shoulders/Reputation precedes me, in rumors I'm knee deep/The truth is it's easier to ignore it, believe me

IDSB: Arianne Martin 

I can feel the flames on my skin/Crimson red paint on my lips/If a man talks shit, then I owe him nothing/I don't regret it one bit, 'cause he had it coming

and also Katarina Aliano

They're burning all the witches, even if you aren't one/So light me up

and Amethyst Andrew

I never trust a narcissist/But they love me/So I play 'em like a violin/And I make it look oh so easy

This is how the world works/You gotta leave before you get left

Getaway Car: April King x Diego Hargreeves

It was the best of times, the worst of crimes/I struck a match/And blew your mind, but I didn't mean it/And you didn't see it/The ties were black, the lies were white/And shades of grey in candlelight

Percy Flowers x Scott McCall (x Brett Talbot)

I wanted to leave him/I needed a reason

DWOHT: Amethyst Andrews x Sweet Pea

I’m a mess, but I’m the mess that you wanted

My love had been frozen/Deep blue, but you painted me golden/Oh, and you held me close/Oh, how was I to know

Abigayle Whittemore x Allison Argent x Scott McCall

I could’ve spent forever with your hands in my pockets/Picture of your face in an invisible locket/You said there was nothing in the world that could stop it

Adrienne Argent x Liam Dunbar

I'd kiss you as the lights went out/Swaying as the room burned down/I'd hold you as the water rushes in/If I could dance with you again

KOMH: Amethyst Andrews x Sweet Pea

Is this the end of all the endings?/My broken bones are mending/With all these nights we’re spending/Up on the roof with a school girl crush/Drinking beer out of plastic cups/Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff

I made up my mind, I’m better off being alone

Avalon Le Fay x Jay

And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for/King of my heart, body and soul

Camila Nelson x Steve Harrington

Your love is a secret/I’m hoping, dreaming, dying to keep/Change my priorities/The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury

Cruel Summer: Aaliya Andrews x Jason Blossom

And I snuck in through the garden gate/Every night that summer just to seal my fate

and Amethyst Andrews x Sweet Pea

And I scream, “For whatever it’s worth/I love you, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?”

The Man: AMETHYST FUCKING ANDREWS YALL

I’d be a fearless leader/I’d be an alpha type

I’m so sick of running as fast as I can/Wondering if I’d get there quicker if I was a man 

They’d paint me out to be bad/So, it’s okay that I’m mad

MA&THP: Amethyst Andrews x Sweet Pea

It’s you and me, that’s my whole world/They whisper in the hallway, “She’s a bad, bad girl”

No cameras catch my muffled cries/I counted days, I counted miles/To see you there, to see you there/And now the storm is coming

You know I adore you, I’m crazier for you/Than I was at 16, lost in a film scene

Beverly Mantle & Reggie Mantle

We’re so sad, we paint the town blue/Voted most likely to run away with you

My team is losing, battered and bruising/I see the high fives between the bad guys/Leave with my head hung, you are the only one/Who seems to care

American stories burning before me/I’m feeling helpless, the damsels are depressed

Beverly Mantle x Fangs x Sweet Pea (in Inescapable Secrets)

Waving homecoming queens, marching band playing/I’m lost in the lights/American glory faded before me

Now I’m feeling hopeless, ripped up my prom dress/Running through rose thorns, I saw the scoreboard/And ran for my life

No cameras catch my pageant smile/I counted days, I counted miles/To see you there

It’s you and me, that’s my whole world/They whisper in the hallway, “She’s a bad, bad girl”/The whole school is rolling fake dice/You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes

Cornelia Street: Selena McCall x Derek Hale

And I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends/I’d never walk Cornelia Street again/That’s the kind of heartbreak time could never mend/I’d never walk Cornelia Street again

Adrienne Argent x Liam Dunbar

Windows swung right open, autumn air/Jacket 'round my shoulders is yours

London Boy: Alissara Baratheon x Oberyn Martell

But something happened, I heard him laughing/I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent/They say home is where the heart is/But that’s not where mine lives

Send me a song and I’ll tell you which OC(s) it fits best

[eburneanteen-blog]

Witch of the Sea | Prologue

Chapter Summary ⟶ The story begins with a certain pirate crew listening to a innocent fairytale, unaware of the lurking truths behind the words.

Pairings ⟶ Various x Reader.

Setting ⟶ After Enies Lobby.

Author’s Note ⟶ Yohohoho! I’m obsessed with One Piece now and there aren’t enough Various/Reader fics so I’m here to fix that thru my crappy fics!

A single candle was lit in the middle of the room, exuding a small ball of light amidst the ghostly darkness. A woman curled her fingers around the cylinder of wax, bringing it up to her chest as the flames shone brightly against her tanned face and dark ebony hair. With a devious smirk curling her lips, she spoke.

“Somewhere in the Grand Line,” Nico Robin began in hushed tones yet gaining the utmost attention of her crew mates. Some of them stared at her with wide eyes, while the others were trembling to the bone. She continued, “There’s an island, naked to the average human’s eye. This island was said to be filled with—”

“Meat?” Luffy inquired, drool staining the corner of his mouth.

Chopper rapidly blinked as he slammed his two hooves down the table, moving forward with each second. “Or could it be an animal kingdom? Filled with colorful birds and reindeers with blue-noses just like me? Is it? Is it? Tell me!”

Robin sent the precious doctor a soft smile. She shook her head and resumed the story. “This island was inhabited by sirens. Sirens were—”

The story was interrupted by a cook consumed by the hurricane of love. With hearts in his eyes, Sanji practically screeched in everyone’s ears, “The most beautiful living creatures in the whole entire sea! With glorious bodies made to be cherished! And—”

Zoro scowled as he bonked the stupid love cook in the head. “Shut up! Let the woman finish her damn story so I can finally go to sleep.”

“Though I. . . I don’t real. . . really mind if you. . . if you didn’t finish your sto. . . story, Robin. . .” Usopp commented. His skin was ghastly white and his nails were chipped from the excessive biting. The great warrior of the sea was on the verge of passing out.

Robin nodded with a hum, slightly irked with the multiple distractions. “Sirens were different from mermaids. While mermaids were beautiful and friendly, sirens were out for sailors’ blood. They craved for it. Sirens would perch themselves atop a rock whenever a pirate ship would pass by and sing a lullaby. Drawn to the melodic voices, the pirates would near the edge of their ships to hear more of the serene song. The sound would consume their minds so much that they would fall into the water without knowing it.”

Then Robin stood up, causing her crewmates to flinch in surprise and fear. Her eyes narrowed knowingly as the corner of her mouth tipped upwards. “Once immersed in the water, the sirens would drag the pirates to the deepest part of the ocean where they would never see the sunlight again. The last thing they felt before dying was the sharp fangs of the sirens digging into their flesh.”

“But it didn’t end there.” Robin eyed the people in front of her, resisting the terrible urge to laugh at their current state. The cook was paralyzed in his spot, the swordsman held no emotion in his face, the captain had his mouth agape and his eyes widened, the navigator had tears streaming down her fair-skinned face whilst she uttered prayers of protection, the sniper and the doctor were huddled together in a corner as they both shivered violently, and the cyborg shipwright kept blinking like a madman.

“One siren who went by the name of Corraessa didn’t agree with the ways of her sisters. She believed that humans and sirens could coexist together peacefully, just as mermen and humans did. She fought hard for the sides of the humans, truly believing that violence and murder was not the way to live in the ocean.” Robin paused for a moment to catch her breath.

Chopper sighed in what could be described as relief. He wiped away the sweat on his furry head. “Phew. We get a happy ending.”

“Shh!” Nami quickly turned to him and covered his mouth. “Don’t jinx it! Knowing Robin, we only had a one percent chance of getting a happy ending and you might have just ruined it!”

Chopper gasped. “Oh, no!”

Robin had to restrain herself from sprinting to the adorable reindeer and hugging the life out of him. But she fought the urge and stayed planted on her spot. “One day, Corraessa swam to the edge of the shore, unaware that there was a camp of warriors nearby. A swordsman named Akinari spotted her. And to the siren’s surprise, he was only mesmerized. As the days passed, the two met each other on the beach shore regularly without fail, their souls connected tied by a string of fate. It wasn’t long until they got married in secret.”

Zoro scoffed. “Didn’t know you were the romance type.”

Nami squealed. “So we are getting a happy ending?”

Usopp let out a heavy breath. “Thank goodness. I thought I was going to have nightmares tonight.”

“But,” Robin began.

“Eh?!” Chopper pouted. “I really wanted a happy ending.”

Nami sighed. “She is Robin, after all. Can’t trust a happy ending with this girl’s story.”

Robin grimaced. “The two’s secret was eventually found out by their respective people. Akinari was sentenced to death. The image of his head rolling down the floor was imbedded in the siren’s mind. As for Corraessa’s punishment, she was stripped of her magnificent scales and was forced to leave the island that held the great bewitched lake. But nobody accounted for one thing.”

“What is it?” The Straw Hats asked in unison. Some in shaky voices and some in excited tones.

“The child growing inside of Corraessa.”

Cue the shocked gasps of the crew.

Robin cleared her throat. “Sirens were the descendants of the Sea Witch. Blessed with inhumane speed, strength, and healing. The child of Corraessa had the blood of a renowned samurai who had the ability to summon weapons out of thin air. On that note, the child was a natural born fighter. Corraessa, now blinded by her hatred for the humans for killing her husband, taught the child how to fight and kill so she would not meet the same fate as her late father.”

“And up to this very day, the child was said to be roaming the ocean with an unquenchable thirst for blood. Her mission was to hunt down every single human that was on the day of her father’s death.” Robin blew the light away from the candle. “The end.”

Sanji flicked the light on, revealing the clean and pristine dining room where they all gathered. He blew a puff of smoke. “Alright. That’s enough stories for tonight. We need to find land tomorrow since an idiot captain ate all that’s left.”

“Oi!” Luffy grumbled with his arms crossed.

Zoro stood up from his seat and made his way to the door, a light yawn escaping his lips. “G’night.”

“Hey! Wait!” Usopp scrambled to his feet. Once near, he wrapped his arms around the green-haired swordsman’s neck and clung onto the guy like a koala with shaky limbs. “Don’t leave me, Zoro!”

The two disappeared outside with a series of curses and pleads of mercy.

Franky also excused himself as he headed to the mens’ chambers. “Superrr story tonight, Robin!”

Robin waved him goodbye. “Thanks.”

Chopper followed the cyborg as fast as his little legs could take him. He smiled at the archaeologist before exiting the room. “I loved the story tonight, Robin! Thank you! Goodnight, everyone!”

A light blush tainted Robin’s cheeks. She replied with a smile. “Thank you. Goodnight as well.”

Nami made a beeline for the door in long, angry strides. Then she turned to the other woman with a glare. “Oi! Next story better be happy! And don’t complain when I cuddle you when I get nightmares later! Otherwise I’ll add another 10,000 berries to your tab!”

Robin nodded. “Certainly, Miss Navigator.”

Sanji quickly followed after the orange-haired girl, his body resembling a noodle. “Goodnight, Robin-chwan! Sweet dreams, Nami-swan!”

Luffy stretched out his limbs. He thanked Robin for the story. But as his foot stepped outside, he paused and faced her again.

“Say, Robin, what was the name of the child? Of Corraessa and Akinari?”

Robin didn’t hesitate to answer. “[Y/N]. Her name was [Y/N].”

[smolstrawberrychara]

Klance Au Month - Day 11 - Historical

18th century love letters.

Penny For Your Thoughts

At a London Coffeehouse in the 18th century, Keith is a writer for the local newspaper. He takes tip-offs from the public in the form of scrolled up paper in a lion's jaw. Only, today, he gets more than he's bargained for.

Getting to his feet, Keith cleared his throat, ready to read their latest tip-off. Then his breath fell short.

This wasn’t? He couldn’t? Keith’s cheeks flamed. The quiet around him suddenly became achingly so as he processed what he was supposed to be reading aloud.

Dearest Keith, your words are as fine as that behind you so gracefully hide beneath the tail of your handsome silken coat. From afar, my admiration will eternally shine. X

“So?” Shiro urged, leaning closer, “what does it say?”

Read here, or on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17745950

Keith’s head felt like a balloon, vision swirly and messing completely if he moved too fast. The floor also seemed to be moving, avoiding him like the deck of a ship. He stumbled forward, stomach slamming into the bench. He grinned, congratulating himself on getting exactly were he wanted to be. Climbing over the seat, he wiggled into a comfy position on the stark wood. In front of him, the server was collecting cups, snuffing out the candles balanced on the empty tables as he went.

The server. He was a tall man, with tanned skin and unruly brown hair. He swept through the coffeehouse with practiced ease, even when the walls were bowing outwards with the number of patrons. He laughed it off, yelling out opinions and adding titbits to the conversation. He always seemed to know the right thing to say.

“You,” Keith began, throwing an arm across the table to grab his attention. The server jumped, turning to face Keith with the barest hint of amusement. “You m’st be, like. THE most nintelli- inetla-SMARTEST person in this roooom.”

Keith grinned to himself, satisfied with turning out that perfect sentence. The server raised the slightest eyebrow, making a point of shining his gaze across the entire shop before sending it back to Keith. He couldn’t help preening when it did, sitting a little taller.

“Well, there is only you and I here, so I would hasten to agree.”

Keith felt his cheeks warm, and he curled his elbow in to rest his head against it.

“Mnnhow come,” Keith said, stretching in place. He was so very tired today but the reason why seemed to be evading him. “How come, d’you never join in?”

The server shrugged, “I join in plenty.”

Keith frowned, poking at a dip in the wood. “Not mines, you don’t.”

The server smiled, crossing his elbows against the table top and leaning forward. His lips were crooked, eyes sparkling above them. Keith’s heart raced.

“Okay, here’s an idea.” He said, smirk unwavering, “I’ll leave a message in the lion’s head for you to read tomorrow.”

Keith sprang up, nodding eagerly.

“But it’ll be just for you, so no sharing.” He continued with a wink. It made Keith’s stomach swoop. He watched as the server swayed back through the house, grabbing paper and a quill at the desk. His tongue poked between his lips as he wrote, eye flickering back to Keith’s before an undeniable grin pulled onto his cheeks.

Then he was passing Keith once again and tucking the paper under the sharp fangs of the golden lion bust. Keith lunged forward, knee smacking into the bench and stopping him in his tracks.

The server tutted, shaking his head.

“Tomorrow.” He said, wagging a finger at Keith, “it’ll come quicker if you go home and sleep now.”

Keith bit his lip. On the one hand, the letter was here now. On the other, he’d given his word. And Keith was a man of words. So, straightening the thick fabric of his jackets, he got to his feet, standing tall.

“Then I’shall go.” He announced with a nod. The walk across the shop seemed to take longer than usual and someone had clearly moved the tables from their rightful positions as Keith found himself knocking heads with a fair few. But somehow, he’d managed. And the twinkling laughter behind him was a good source of motivation to keep walking.

~*~

Squeezing through the crowd, Keith dodged elbows and narrowly missed smacking his hip into the thick corner or one of the wooden tables. The coffeehouse was always buzzing but mid-morning was when conversation really seemed most rampant. Cups slammed against benches, voices roared. Men threw themselves over tables, so caught up in passionate debate they were. Blacksmiths fresh from the forge, cheeks still red and clothes ashen sat side by side with seasoned travellers, fresh from the oceans, cheeks burned red and clothes adorned with the many jewels of their labour.

Keith felt the familiar buzz in his veins. It was just like that first day. With just one penny he’d found in the gutter he had bought himself into a whole new world. He wasn’t ignored - kicked to the kerb and treated like a dog. He was someone. With an opinion. A view. He could tell people the injustices of their city, the toils of its people and the crimes committed under their very noses. And people listened. And they spoke back. Keith had gained a power that day. And with his long-learned ability to blend into the background, it became legendary. He used his skill to learn more of the world and spread that knowledge like wild fire.

Soon he was not only spreading gossip, but news and political debate. He’d pointed out the number of orphans on the roads and suddenly there were food packages delivered to the children. And not long later, Shiro recruited him to his newspaper team. The man took a young Keith under his wing, taught him to read and write and stake his point so that no-one could ignore it. Now, Keith afforded a small apartment down the back roads of London and a steady income, working alongside Shiro to write the coffeehouse newspaper.

Keith shuffled along the bench, down to his seat alongside the golden lion bust. This was his favourite part of his job. The lion’s mouth was carved open, teeth forming a cage for paper to be slipped in. Anyone in the coffeehouse could give them their stories, could share their thoughts, their news. It was exhilarating.

Grabbing the latest instalment, Keith threw his coat tail out before landing in the seat next to Shiro.

“Alright Keith!” Matthew Holt whooped, rubbing his hands together and leaning in. He was a frequent at the coffee house - a well to-do young man studying at Oxford. Keith thought he wouldn’t like him much - with that kind of background he was destined to live a life of luxury, abusing any common street urchin he saw. But then Keith discovered him sneaking his sister into the male dominated world and he instantly changed his mind. Matt’s intentions were pure, his desire to level the playing field, make knowledge available to anyone who wanted it, was a plight Keith admired. Matt had Keith calling endless defences, angling his shoulders in defiance as he stared down pompous professors who believed knowledge was only for the elite.

“How’s the head?”

Keith rolled his eyes. The whole reason he’d had all that ale was that he was too busy investigating their latest pocket connoisseur to come in for coffee. It was a sore-head or incurable disease from contaminated water.

“Fine.” He said firmly.

“That must mean he’s still drunk!” Matt hooted, falling over the man next to him. Laughter burst out around him and Keith couldn’t help the twinge of a smirk against his lips.  

“Let’s hear the latest then.” Shiro said, nudging his ribs with an elbow. He took a swig of his coffee before wincing at the bitter taste. Another secret Keith had learned: Shiro was not a fan of the stuff his life was built around.

Keith unrolled the scroll as Shiro hushed the table. Getting to his feet, Keith cleared his throat, ready to read their latest tip-off. Then his breath fell short.

This wasn’t? He couldn’t? Keith’s cheeks flamed. The quiet around him suddenly became achingly so as he processed what he was supposed to be reading aloud.

Dearest Keith, your words are as fine as that behind you so gracefully hide beneath the tail of your handsome silken coat. From afar, my admiration will eternally shine.

X

“So?” Shiro urged, leaning closer, “what does it say?”

Keith blinked at him. Then around at the entire table. Everyone was staring, fingers squeezing around their full cups. Familiar faces. Unfamiliar ones. Eyes boring into Keith. Matt tilted his head ever so slightly. He stretched, eyes turning down and Keith quickly squished the paper to his chest.

“It’s the Shipping Report.”

A groan erupted. Across the table, people were quick to voice their grievances until the buzz was effervescent once again. Keith quickly sat down hurting his ‘fine behind’ in the process. Blood rushed to his face. What was happening? Was it a mistake? A love letter mis-delivered? But then he was mentioned by name. He quickly drank his coffee, swallowing down the jittering in his stomach.

“Well that was disappointing.” Shiro sighed. All Keith could manage was a nod, gulping more coffee. It slid down a little too fast and then he was choking.

Shiro slammed a hand over his back, probably doing more damage than any good with his brute strength.

“Are you okay?” Matt asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Yep!” Keith squeaked. It was probably just a one-off joke to spite Keith.

~*~

It was not a one off.

The next day, as Keith read off their news clippings there was another stuffing between the mess of paper and ink.

Shipping Report? How romantic. Pray tell me the details of those ships that made your face light up like a lamp. Were their sails at half mast, or dare I say, full? I could return your kindness with a secret of my own.

X

Keith’s face exploded once again, lucky enough to have returned his drink to its place before his choke spilt the coffee everywhere.

“Something funny, my friend?” Shiro asked. Keith fought for words. He couldn’t show him the very personal albeit crass, note. But what could he say? All words were evading him.

“Just, uhh…”

“Top up, anyone?”

Keith jumped at the voice, the server ducking between them to pour drinks. Keith’s whole body sighed in relied. Thank goodness for that interruption. He fell into his seat, nearly panting with the effort of hiding his emotions. Quickly, he slipped the note into his pocket, and moved on with his reports.

~*~

The notes didn’t stop there. They kept coming, thick and fast, and Keith was beginning to get concerned he was being silently mocked.

You are a disaster waiting to occur, sweetest Keith. I shall have to end my letters with a tip-off or I fear you shall combust! O, how I long to caress one of those flaming cheeks in the warmth of my palm.

X

Mr Avery has been smuggling rum on the Thames

 My dear Keith, I admire the confidence in which you hold yourself. You accuse with such conviction I fear if I told you a lie it would come true. I could watch you debate for eternity.

X

Mrs Spry sews flowers into the seams of her husband’s coat

 O Keith! Your story on the wolves of London made me swoon. It is a wonder how those sharp features of yours can hide such blinding kindness. Run away with me. We’ll take the dogs from the streets and run down the sands of Scarborough, hand in hand. Lead a revolution with me.

X

The Apothecary forgets which herbs are for which treatment

 Keith shuddered. Because, as much as he told himself these notes were all a harmless joke, his heart skipped at the words. His very own article mentioned. His stomach spiked with joy. He prided himself in his work, uncovering the down trodden and bringing light to their lives. If another person felt the same as him for those poor abandoned dogs, he wanted to meet them with all his heart. But Keith quickly stamped the thought down with fear. If this really was a joke, then Keith wanted no more part in it. His stomach was doing twists all over the place and he felt as if on a very thin ledge, one breath of wind away from falling. Falling where, he wasn’t sure. And if there was going to be no-one there to catch him, he wanted to know now. So, once his friends had left the shop, Keith ripped off a notelet and scrawled a reply.

Do you mock me, sir?

It was simple and unimaginative. But if this indeed was a joke, he wasn’t about to waste his time on sonnets. Keith’s heart raced. Maybe he could write sonnets? Taking a deep breath Keith shoved the paper under the lion before he could let the floodgates open. He could only hope it would meet its intended recipient.

~*~

Keith felt nervous as he re-entered the coffee house the next day. What if he never received another word again? Obviously, he would be thankful the joke was over. Or at least, should be. So why was his stomach doing turns like a fish slowly being encased by a net?

He lifted out the day’s letters, noticing his own had gone. He flicked through the tips offs, eyes only for that familiar script. His heart soared when he found it.

Heavens no, my Keith! The only desire I harbour is to connect to your heart with the words I dare not speak. My dearest, if uncomfortable my love makes you, burn my quill and spill my ink, for I only write to please you.

X

Mr Lampert carries a knife around town

Keith’s stomach fizzed warmly. And the feeling travelled all the way up his body and into his cheeks. They tightened under his eyes.

“What’s got you so happy?”

Keith jumped at Matt’s words. He quickly angled the paper away from his prying eyes. These were his words now. And he wasn’t about to share them.

“Mr Lampert carries knife.” He said bluntly.

Matt narrowed his eyes, brows tilting in confusion. “And that makes you laugh?”

Keith’s stomach fell into his feet. Maybe he should do more thinking instead of talking? He really always had preferred writing.

“Doesn’t matter,” he said quickly, before redirecting their conversation. “What are your thoughts on the new market stall?”

“The one selling foreign books?” Matt asked, before sighing to himself, “I only wish I could read them.”

The buzz was back and soon the team were all scrawling out their articles with the same reckless abandon as always. Shiro was sent running to the print press and it was quiet once again. So, Keith peeled away another scrap of paper and wrote a letter.

Stranger, tho stranger only to my form, I cherish your words. Burn not your quill, unless your intention is to carve our names into the wood of this very table, for I wish to learn yours.

Your most gracious, Keith

Mr Shirogane has no taste for coffee

~*~

Waiting for reply was like waiting for a storm. It could not be predicted and certainly not prescribed. It was as mysterious as the stranger Keith had found himself unwittingly yearning for. He squeezed through the shop although it seemed easier these days. He was arriving earlier and earlier, too eager to wait for his letters. Sliding into his seat, Keith slipped his fingers into the lion’s mouth and fished out the paper. Leaning into the wall, he was relieved to find one for him.  

O my, Keith, a kindly reply after so long! I shall have to keep this paper tucked close to my heart. Your request is noble, tho I shall have to deny. For when you discover who I am, I fear you will cease to write.

X

The daughter of Mrs Cortez is planning a trip to Gretna Green

Keith frowned, rereading the words. Why on Earth would a name put him off? He thought he should write as much. And so, began a back and forth that only made his heart squeeze tighter. Written words simply were not enough anymore. He wanted to meet this ridiculous man.

Keith started spending longer in the Coffeehouse, watching the passers-by as he dreamed of his golden-quilled admirer. Even after their paper was published and Shiro was long gone, Keith remained. Who was he? The stranger behind the letters. Did he frequent this very table? He certainly knew of Keith’s work. And he was well-learned of the gossip crossing the streets.

“Oi! Server!”

Keith jolted. Behind him a patron was standing on his table. Pot-bellied and pig-faced, his words sent spit flying across the shop.

“My drink is empty!”

“Good sir,” The server called back, calm as ever, even as his eyes shot danger to the man, “I’ll be right with you!”

The man groaned loudly, landing back in his chair with a huff. Keith glared at him.

“Do you have reason as to being so rude?”

The man scoffed. “He’s just a server.”

“A human none the less.” Keith corrected with venom.

“A human with a job-”

“Is still a human.” Keith corrected, swinging his feet around the bench.

“Quit starting arguments, street urchin.” The man sneered with satisfaction. Clearly, he believed it to be the last word. Keith had other ideas.

“If you didn’t want an argument, you shouldn’t have come to a coffeehouse.”

The man growled. “Know your place boy.”

“My place is wherever I put myself.” Keith said with defiance, raising to his feet. The man followed suit, throwing his chest at Keith’s.

“You wanna put your face under my fist.”

“Sirs,” came a level next to them, ice cold. “This is a coffeehouse not an inn.”

The server stood beside them, full jug of coffee in his hands and head raised high. “Keep your debate civilised or take it elsewhere.”

Keith nodded, but the server wasn’t watching. His glare was holding the other man down until he slunk back into his seat. Then he curtly poured his drink before leaning over Keith.

“Thank you.” He whispered, before leaning back and sending him a wink. It burned through Keith like a torch being lit. And there was something about it. It was almost as if the expression was familiar. But that would be impossible. Keith had never spoken to the server before. No matter how many times he saw the man speak with the rest of their patrons, he avoided Keith like he was diseased. Keith had given up catching his eye long ago. But now his heart was galloping against his will. And as quickly as the server had appeared, he was waltzing away. Keith helpless to just watch.

~*~

Keith had mastered the art of blending into the background and thus had learned that once someone noticed, they didn't stop noticing. And now, he'd broken the spell, Keith couldn't stop noticing the man serving the drinks.

The feeling was only amplified as he read his daily letter.

My only Keith, your passion is a burning fire that ignites me. But I am unafraid. Any fire you set is one I wish to join, courageous and determined. You light the way to a life I long to be a part of. And perhaps, I may. See, I have caught one of your sparks and I am fostering it to become my very own.

X

The server’s name is Lance

The information. It was so different. Not a piece of gossip from the corner of a napkin but a solid fact. It felt like a clue. The flickering orange light beckoning one towards the last candle in a dark home. It made Keith’s nerves stand on end.

“You seem distracted.” Shiro stated. Keith hadn’t meant to drift off again. His articles were usually written in half this time. But he just couldn’t stop thinking about the letter. And the clue. Eyes continually wondering to the tanned skin server.

“Something on your mind?” Shiro asked, nudging his arm.

Keith stopped himself before he could nod. How much could he reveal without ruining their whole secret exchange? He didn’t want to share the letter. It was too personal. But he was so stuck. Keith feared he was missing something important. That the letter contained an intended cue that could lead him down a diamond encrusted path, but without it he’d just end up at a dead-end. Keith decided on a roundabout question to satisfy both problems. “If someone tells you somebody else’s name, what do they mean?”

Shiro frowned, looking at Keith a second longer. Keith said no more and Shiro sighed, before mulling over the question.

“I’d say they’d want you to talk to them.”

Keith nodded, eyes flickering over to the server. He was dodging stray elbows, effortlessly hopping over legs kicked out between benches and laughing along to another conversation. He was so at home here. Part of the furnishings. Maybe Keith could give talking to him a go? He frequented the coffeehouse so often, it really seemed strange that they hadn’t spoken before.

~*~

As the coffeehouse filtered out, Keith stayed put. And soon, the streetlamps were lit, and the bustle of the street markets was giving way to coats pulled tight and heads ducked low.

“Lance!” Keith called before he could chicken out. The server jolted, eyes wide as he turned around. Keith hadn’t meant to scare him and guilt immediately tumbled through his stomach. He bowed his head shyly. “Sorry. It’s just, you must gain a lot of knowledge here right?”

The man nodded, unwrapping his cleaning cloth and twisting the fabric between his fingers.

“And you see lots of people.”

Again, the man nodded, “sure.”

Keith felt the action a little awkward. He’d seen the server many times before. He was a happy person, loud and unrestricted. Keith liked watching him. He had a lightness to his feet, an air of dignity despite being treated like a rat by some of the patrons. He was strong. Confident. He had an innate ability to brush off the worst of comments, moving along like water. Ever the professional he wouldn’t yell like Keith, and yet still found a way to put people in their place. Keith admired that. So, he couldn’t help noticing that this particular behaviour was strange. Even so, Keith had a mission and powered on.

“Have you seen who leaves the messages in the lion’s head?”

Lance’s eyes briefly washed with shock before he quickly swept it away under a smirk, leaning up on the counter.

“Now that would be telling.”

“So you know?”

Lance hummed, sending a sly eye over to the lion.

“The lion’s there for anonymity. It would be unethical to divulge that information.”

Keith sunk back in his seat. Lance was right. Secrecy was how this system worked. If they broke that even just once, the whole system would lose its integrity.

“You seem disappointed? Why’s that?”

Keith blinked back at the server, lips parted. Why? Because he was so close to finding his mysterious admirer. The wordsmith who made his stomach warm with just a few sentences. He shook his head. The man’s secrecy should be respected.

“No reason.” Keith said quietly, removing himself from the bench. Stuffing his hands in his pockets he left the shop.

~*~

Keith hadn’t planned to leave for the Coffeehouse so early. He’d just had a rough night sleep and as a result had given up trying. Cutting some bread and cheese for breakfast, he’d watched the sunrise by the dock before heading up. A cloaked figure headed up to the door ahead of him, pressing a key into the lock. Keith hung back. It would be rude to enter during set up. So, he slunk across the street to watch the window inconspicuously. That’s when he noticed the figure remove some paper from behind the front desk. He watched as they grabbed one of the candlesticks and headed straight to Keith’s seat. They bent down, orange flickering over the gleaming golden lion. Keith chest tightened. His paper lover.

Keith raced across the street before he could stop himself. Throwing the door open, he came to an abrupt stop as the figure turned around. Cloak falling free, the man gaped at Keith. Tan skin, a mess of brown hair and perfect pink lips. Keith recognised him instantly.

“Lance.” He stammered. “You’re my-?”

And then the shock dissipated. Warmth spread through Keith’s veins, face softening with the flow. Lance was his secret admirer. Wonderful, radiant Lance. Keith was only too happy to give him his heart along with his words. His whole being. He ventured across the room.

“Why did you write letters?” Keith asked, stepping into his space. “You could have spoken to me.”

Lance glanced away, then back again, before staring at the floor and sucking on his lips.

“You don’t remember do you?”

Remember what? Keith bent down to catch his eye, shaking his head. Lance sighed, cheeks turning the faintest bit red.

“You asked me to.”

Keith blinked. When? He was pretty sure he’d recall such a bold act.

“When you were drunk.” Lance elaborated. “I wrote it to tease you, thinking you’d remember. But you didn’t.”

Keith’s memory of the day was blurry at best. He remembered the morning after much more clearly, though the details of his vomit could have gone a miss. But the drunken mess beforehand? It slowly formed in his brain, but it was swirly, like he was watching from underwater.

“And you looked so funny when you read it, all red-faced and flustered! I had to send more.”

Lance bowed his head in shame. “And when I realised you had no recollection of the event, I took advantage of being just an ink stain on paper. It was just so liberating. I was always too scared to speak to you in person. This way I could tell you how I felt and all those embarrassing things…”

He trailed off and now his whole face was red. Keith’s fingers twitched at his sides. He understood that second letter now. There was nothing more enticing than the red of shy skin. He wanted to touch it, taste it, kiss it. His stomach suddenly filled with overwhelming longing.

“Look.” Lance said sharply, raising his head with those steel eyes Keith couldn’t stop watching from across the room. Now they were on him and his heart raced. “It was inappropriate and I am sorry. I will not disturb your patronage any longer with my unwanted feelings.”

Keith shook his head, fighting a smile. If there was anything Keith wanted more, it was for his patronage to be disturbed. Lance’s feelings weren’t just wanted, Keith needed them. He had a face for the words now and the two collected together in his heart, pushing it forward with desire. He wanted all of Lance’s words, written and spoken. He wanted to flirt between drinks, support his arguments and have his icy demeanour by his side when he was about to lose control.

Stepping forward, Keith reached out and cupped Lance’s cheek. It was warm and soft and leaning into him.

“I’ll forgive your inappropriateness.” Keith said softly, “If you’ll forgive mine.”

Then he leaned forward, close enough to feel Lance’s hot breath across his lips. He met his eye, awaiting response and Lance’s turning to sparkling curves. Then lips were on his and Keith gave himself to them. The kiss was soft but raw. Passion growing like the warmth unfurling in his chest. When they parted, Keith felt a little giddy - tipsy from their touch. Lance smiled widely, every inch of his face soft and Keith melted all over again. He giggled, pressing in another peck for good measure.

“Let’s go for a walk. After your shift.” He said, bringing his hand down to clutch Lance’s. The other nodded, squeezing back.

“Sure.”

[lokikingofasgardslover713]

Finding Life Pt. 3

Masterlist

Finding Life Masterlist

Pairing: Brunnhilde x Luna - Skrull OFC

Warnings: Mentions of an attempt at suicide and forcing others to help carry out the act.

Summary: OFC is a Skrull that exposes herself in order to save the Avengers while on a mission out in space. Luna regains consciousness on the ship after she released a virus that forces skrulls to return to themselves, I explain it in the story slightly. Luna and the team are still on the ship and are in orbit around the earth. The team is reassuring the threat is taken care of before returning as well as helping Luna get calmed down, seeing as she hasn't been her natural self in decades for fear of being taken into custody. Brunnhilde and Luna have an established relationship.

A/N: Ok, so apparently I am choosing to ignore some parts of Endgame and hold to others.

Words: +1,600

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“We had to sedate her,” the tech began as the Valkyrie entered into the observation room outside of the small infirmary. The green skinned woman in the infirmary curled up in the lush armchair dozing as she gripped tight to the blanket wrapped around her and an IV stand behind the chair.

“Why,” The Valkyrie spoke up as she stepped next to the tech, Steve was in the room along with Tony, Thor and Carol. Tony turned to the tanned warrior and she immediately noted his black eye along with how beat up Steve was as well.

“Luna panicked, tried to force us to kill her because she is convinced we were going to imprison her,” Tony spoke up as he met the Valkyries gaze.

The warrior paused; this made no sense. “Where did you find her? I had been attempting to track her down and let her know it was ok. She had left her…”

“In the hangar about to jettison herself into the sun,” Steve huffed out, not meeting her gaze for a moment before finally looking up for Brunnhilde to note the gash across his nose.

“She-. I don’t understand, why would we,” the tanned warrior began, looking between the five that were in the room. “She sacrificed years of covert operations to save us from rogue Skrulls that were headed towards earth. Can she shift? Is she even a she,” the Valkyrie asked, still confused about her lover that was sedated and green. It rambled in the warriors head if the woman, the Skrull was still in love with her, especially after the note Brunnhilde had found attesting to the love Luna had showed her over the past year. Telling the tanned warrior, she did truly love her and apologizing for breaking her trust.

“That’s the beauty of the virus the Kree invented,” the tech began to explain. “It paralyzes the gland that helps them to phase into anyone. In the process it forces them to revert to true form, meaning down to molecular level to what they were at birth. Luna was female thus she returned to female. The only thing that has technically changed is her skin tone.”

“But she has hair, Skrull don’t..,” Brunnhilde began still just as bewildered. The warrior was trying her best to keep a stoic appearance but had a feeling they were seeing through it.

“She’s only half Skrull hence the black hair,” Carol finally spoke up. “From what I can understand she was born on Tera, her mother a Skrull and her father Kree. I’m surprised Luna isn't blue due to Kree genetics being so dominant.” The blond woman finished as she looked over at the Valkyrie.

“But-. I still don’t understand why she panicked,” the tanned warrior spoke up, meeting Carol’s gaze before looking back to the Skrull curled on the chair.  

“It was once intergalactic law that if it was found out that a Kree bred with an inferior species then both parents as well as the result were to be taken to Hala,” Carol explained preparing to say more but was stopped by the Valkyrie.

“No need to elaborate, I can guess what would happen. The Kree no longer have a foothold. There is nowhere or no one to take her to. It's an old law,” Brunnhilde spoke up.

“Luna doesn’t know that. It was outlawed but some rebel bands still practice. More than likely she would be forced into a breeding project. I don’t blame her I would have panicked to,” Carol spoke as they looked into the room the moment another tech entered to place something into the IV drip that hung over the skrulls head.

“What are they giving her,” Steve asked.

“Something to keep her calm when she wakes,” the tech spoke up.

“The virus; how long until it runs its course and she can shift again,” Thor now asked, it was a question they all wanted answered but hadn't dared to ask.

“I’m not entirely sure,” the tech began looking at Carol. The newest Captain looking troubled at what she was about to say.

“I know it wears off. I had been told it takes a month to run its course but the Skrull we used it on never survived that long,” Carol hushed and looked away.

“Is it alright if I go sit with her,” Brunnhilde began hinting to the Skrull. The monitors on their side of the glass showed the green woman was waking.  

“Sure. Be prepared in case she panics. It has been several decades since she has donned her skrull form, so it is a shock for her still,” the tech admitted, turning to show Brunnhilde out of the room they were in and to the infirmary.

The room was quiet but for Luna’s steady breathing. The monitors running silent along with the IV drip thanks to all the technology. Thankfully the chair it appeared Luna had curled up in was large enough for the Valkyrie to perch on the edge next to her.

The warrior noted the oil black hair hiding Luna’s features as if she was ashamed of them. The tech told her Luna hadn’t taken well to waking up in her Skrull form but that was due to how long she had kept it. It would pass once she grew accustomed to it.

Leaning forward, Brunnhilde couldn’t help but to brush the ebony strands out of the Skrull’s face and behind a pointed ear. Unconsciously Luna tried to draw away, but it was no use. Bright purple eyes opening to slits enough for Brunnhilde to note the bright gold starburst surrounding the iris.

“I’m not mad,” the warrior breathed out not sure if the other heard. Calloused hand caressing along soft pale green cheek, tracing the purple freckles along her jaw before pausing at leaf green lips. “It’s alright baby. You don’t have to fear me. Any of us. You’re safe.”

The blanket moved slightly, it appeared Luna was moving her hands. The Valkyrie continuing to caress over the others jaw, the warrior shifting forward to look at the nasty cut over green brow. Thor had admitted to cold cocking the Skrull to take her out of the fight before she walked into the room.

Luna’s features contorted for a moment and a sigh passed green lips as a tanned thumb passed over them, the flesh feeling as soft as she remembered. This time the Skrulls legs shifted under the heavy blanket and it appeared she tried to straighten.

“Wake up easy. I don’t want them having to put you back out,” Brunnhilde spoke quietly, noting her eyes move back and forth.  

“You’re on a spacecraft outside the earth's atmosphere. You saved us from a Skrull take over but at your expense,” the warrior explained calmly the moment Luna opened her eyes to take in the tanned woman before her. Without hesitation Brunnhilde reached into the blanket to take Luna’s hand, tangling tanned fingers with green, the nails still covered in purple polish.

“It’s alright baby. I’m not mad. I need you to stay calm for me,” Brunnhilde continued as she stole a glance to a monitor, noting the Skrull’s heart rate elevate and heard someone outside the door. “Luna,” the warrior began, purple eyes going wide.

Immediately the Skrull tried to tug away only for Brunnhilde to get to her own feet to assure Luna knew she wasn't being kept in the chair; but Brunnhilde refused to release her hand. Though it appeared Luna wasn’t getting up or what they had given her wasn’t allowing her to act too violently.

Finally shaking from the Valkyries grasp Luna looked her over nervously, trying to bury further in the chair and flinging the blanket to the floor. Pale green skin littered in patterns of purple freckles on display since she was only clothed in a tank top and cotton shorts. Hand going to the IV in her arm but didn’t dare mess with it.  

The memory of the last time she had tugged the needle free led to her being sedated. Again.

“Why aren’t you screaming at me,” Luna nervously panted, eyeing the warrior who slowly took a seat back in the chair next to her.

“Should I? I mean; I should be screaming at you for trying to kill yourself, but not for this,” Brunnhilde smiled and hinted to the green skin. A tanned hand even daring to reach forward and caress along a pale green forearm. Luna was frozen to the spot.

“I never told you what I was. I’m going to be used as a test subject aren’t I,” her voice shivered. The Skrull still refused to believe it was this easy to be forgiven, especially after the tales her parents had told her before they were found out.

“No. And I’m only upset you felt the need to hide this from me for fear of someone turning you in,” Brunnhilde smiled, reaching to caress over the bruised eye socket earning a hiss before trailing it to purple speckled cheek.

“I’m going to kick Thor’s ass for hurting you,” the warrior laughed as Luna leaned into the touch.

“To be fair I did jump on Tony and give him a black eye before Thor pulled me off,” Luna smiled to show fangs. The Valkyrie smirking at the fact she had gotten a hit in on Tony.

“Doesn't matter. He’s still getting his ass beat for hurting my girl,” Brunnhilde smiled leaning forward to press her lips to Luna’s.

“Don’t ever hide this. Your beautiful like this,�� the Valkyrie spoke across her lips the moment they released, and Luna relaxed into the chair. The Skrull nodded with the sentiment in the statement.

“How about you let me hold you,” the warrior spoke softly, another careful nod had the tanned warrior maneuvering to sit behind Luna. Slowly Luna turned sorely to her side in order to lay her head between the warriors breasts, tanned fingers lacing into ebony locks to massage over her scalp.

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[ Reto Valentine ] Explicación

Mi internet ha muerto otra vez pero logré publicar la última imagen que tenía lista desde el 25 de febrero por el Wi-Fi estuvo hecho un asco esas semanas y luego vino el apagón en Venezuela que realmente arruinó todos mis planes de, por primera vez, hacer un reto completo. Pero nunca es tarde, y cumplí aunque casi un mes después. Igualmente me encuentro satisfecha con el resultado y lo que hice, ¿Entonces qué es esto? Una explicación de las ediciones que hice porque deseo que se comprenda el significado detrás de cada una.

SHIP NO REAL

Katrina y Luca fueron los primeros personajes que creé para Impeto Oscuro (Cuando ni siquiera se llamaba Impeto Oscuro, era simplemente Trinidad de Almas), pero en aquel tiempo la primera versión de esta historia y los personajes, sabía que hacía falta algo, porque se suponía que Katrina y Luca estaban comprometidos pero no se querían, o algo así, había demasiado roce entre ellos y eso es más gracioso aún. Era una relación completa de odio-amor Y por ello, quería que hubiese un triángulo amoroso con un rival, porque cuando leía libros sabía que eso era super popular, y así nació Leonardo. En aquel entonces, era notable la diferencia entre Leonardo y Luca, donde uno era más atento con Katrina y no la veía como una molestia. 

Todo eso cambió, claramente. Esas primeras versiones de estos personajes quedaron en el pasado, o al menos la relación entre ellos. Sinceramente Leonardo es el único que conserva su esencia original sin cambio alguno, mientras Katrina y Luca han evolucionado para ser lo que tengo ahorita, y los amo de esa manera, especialmente su relación. Así que algún día hablaré de los cambios de ellos, en el futuro, cuando lo recuerde.

Ajá, pero, ¿Qué onda con el Leonardo y Katrina como ship no real? Pues ese detalle lo mantuve, especialmente porque siempre tuve presente lo siguiente. Leonardo es el alma gemela de Katrina, mientras Luca es el amor de su vida. Que él fuese su alma gemela no significa que deban estar juntos, simplemente que surgieron de un mismo núcleo, y toda eso que me da pereza explicar ahorita y que creo está en la trama de Impeto Oscuro: Lazos. Aunque lo de Lazos es otra cosa porque cambié muchos detalles tras enviar la trama, salu2. 

Entonces, siempre les he tenido cariño por lo que ellos representaban, especialmente tras desarrollar a los personajes. Es cierto que como amigos son maravillosos y los amo, pero hay cierta tensión entre ellos a través de la historia que nadie lo puede negar, y siempre corren los rumores que si Luca no existiera, probablemente ellos estuvieran juntos. 

Es cierto que no son polos opuestos totalmente, pero se complementan demasiado bien y él es el tipo de persona que se la pasa retando a Katrina, tratando que ella expanda sus horizontes y nunca se cierre a una idea, porque en cuanto se conocieron, parecía que llevasen años y pudieron congeniar bastante bien. Por eso Leonardo comprendió a Katrina, quien necesitaba eso tras toda la actitud de la cual ella se regodeaba en todo momento, su fuerza, su superioridad, la Katrina orgullosa. Él sabía que había debilidades en su persona, y como miembros de la misma Hermandad, sabía lo que ella estaba sufrimiento. Para Leonardo, Katrina siempre fue un libro abierto a pesar que nadie se diera cuenta y solo él. Claramente se enamoró de la rubia, pero ella nunca tuvo ojos para él de otra manera, a pesar que sí lo consideró, pero en su corazón solo había lugar para una persona y se aferraba a lo que sentía por el pelinegro. 

El escrito claramente pertenece a la novela, cuando algún día la finalice, pero esa parte está presente. 

Y la canción es Dust & Gold, que escuché hace bastante cuando me replanteé toda la historia y me di cuenta lo mucho que pegaba con ellos, especialmente Katrina y Leonardo, que siempre tuve en mente que eran los protagonistas. Obviamente no iba a desaprovechar la oportunidad e igualmente me faltó más partes.

“Depende de ti y de mí, en esta fría habitación, olvidando porqué morimos. Solo dime qué cambiar... No lo puedo sentir más. ¿Por qué estamos tan incompletos? Depende de mí y de ti, en esta fría calle, olvidando porque vivimos”. 

Eso me recordó tanto a ellos, a su situación, a lo que vivieron, a lo que viven y vivirán. Especialmente porque sé que el ¿Por qué estamos incompletos? Es una frase que pronuncia Katrina en una de sus crisis por su sangre, y Leonardo estaba para ella. 

Hay demasiado de ellos dos que me gustan, pero siempre supe que no estaban destinados a estar juntos, y es una verdadera lástima porque siempre les vi tanto potencial y los amo juntos, pero no, porque hasta yo misma vengo para joderme mis propias ships y soltarme “Tu ship no es real” 

La otra opción de ship no real era Katrina x Haneul, pero esta es la ship no real suprema que tuve que apartar esta ship yuri. También pensé hacer una de las ships no reales de Ace, pero las olvidé y preferí enfocarme en una sola trilogía, siendo Trinidad y no Testamento. 

SHIP REAL

Siempre pensé que Baek Ho era un personaje complicado... Y aún no cambio de opinión, porque a veces dudo que pueda estar a la altura de su complejidad, especialmente cuando todo está en mi mente y dudo de ello. De todas formas, a pesar de mi reciente descubrimiento que plasmé en este reto, sigo considerando que él es una caja de sorpresas que no puedo saber a ciencia cierta cómo puede amar y si existe la posibilidad que lo haga con otra persona. Porque sí, lo que descubrí era que él podía enamorarse de Fang.

Fang nació recientemente, durante mi tiempo libre de estar desarrollando la familia Lu porque es bastante extensa, ¿Por qué? Porque puedo. Y les di unas características que me gustaban bastante, ¿Por qué? Porque puedo. Asimismo, mientras desarrollaba a la muchacha, un foco se prendió en mi cabeza y quedé como el pikachu impactado, y luego me perturbé por esa idea que no tenía ni pies ni cabeza... Al inicio, porque luego me di cuenta del potencial que había detrás de ella.

Fang no puede ver colores, no los distingue, para ella es blanco y negro, excepto que tiene la peculiaridad de ver el rojo. Solo ese color. Y allí, dándome cuenta que ella era la chica que no los podía ver, la idea de shippearla con el muchacho cuya vida se resumía en ver colores en los demás. ¿Acaso no se trata de una buena ship? Y polos opuestos, porque tengo algo con ese tipo de ships que me pueden totalmente, porque se complementan, y eso es demasiado bonito para mí. Vivan los clichés. 

Baek Ho ve el color de las auras de las personas, al menos así es en la novela, ya en su adaptación en la vida real es algo psicológico bastante cool, a mí me encanta ese detalle de él. Es serio, callado, solitario, y otros adjetivos que lo hacen ser un hombre distante. Y luego está Fang, que es una explosión de alegría y quizá mi Lu más alegre hasta el momento y cuya vida no gira alrededor de ser soldado, así que la adoro demasiado que es mi beba, y la beba de los Lu, es toda una beba que merece demasiado amor. Igualmente, como todos en esa familia, fue entrenada para luchar y sigue siendo bastante buena, lo lleva en la sangre, y solo lo aclaro porque puedo, porque quiero. Porque quiero usarla, bai con todo.

Entonces... La verdad todo queda bien explicado en el escrito de ese aesthetic porque es su primer encuentro. Fang es brillante para Baek Ho, ella es insistente impulsiva, y crece en él ese sentimiento de cuidarla en todo momento antes que se haga daño, además, después le hizo la promesa que él vería colores por ella. Es una de las partes más bonitas que me llenan del alma, porque se comienza a apreciar cómo él se abre a otra persona, porque el amor es mágico y pudo con ello. Ni siquiera Katrina pudo lograrlo, a pesar que Baek Ho la admira y respeta, así que se ve el cambio de Trinidad de Almas a Trinidad de Sombras, y todo se debió a la introducción del nuevo personaje: Fang Lu. Que cambió su vida, y la llenó de más color aunque ella no pudiese verlo.

Las canción es Colors de Day6 porque sabía que pegaba un montón con esto y adoro la letra demasiado que no podía dejar pasar la oportunidad de usarla para esta ship repentina que se ganó un lugar en mi corazón porque es una de mis favoritas a pesar que es demasiado reciente pero es hermosa. No sé, saber que creé a alguien que él pudiese amar cuando jamás busqué hacerlo porque siempre tuve miedo que él perdiese el interés, debido que existe esa posibilidad pero con Fang eso no va a pasar y puedo estar tranquila.

Otras opciones de ship que tenía aquí era Robin y Evans, bastante peculiares que hubiese sido bonito hablar sobre su relación, Zess (Garnet) y Leonardo, porque oye, él también tiene una ship real a pesar de lo arriba así como Katrina y Luca. También había pensado hacerla sobre otra trilogía (Tentación) con Mitchell y Sunshine, la ship más adorable que puede existir en el mundo mundial. 

FRIENDSHIP

Por alguna razón aquí me volví un ocho porque tenía varias opciones y también pensé de otra historias, pero recordé que estaba basándome en Trinidad, y me quedé pensando en qué podría haber puesto aquí. Así es como llegué a colocar a la Hermandad Grecorromana. Y bueno, no podía ponerlos a todos porque son demasiados así que puse a los principales y que sé que sí son amigos. Katrina es bastante unida con Zess y Evans, mientras Leonardo lo es con Robin y Evans. Por ello, surgieron muchas cosas de este grupito pero hay un lazo de amistad entre ellos bastante fuerte, porque no están relacionados entre sí pero son familia, se consideran de esa manera. 

El texto también explica muy bien qué onda con ellos, a pesar de cierto detalle. ¿Por qué los puse? ¿Solo porque eran importantes? Pfft... Sí. Pero bah, Zess y Evans son amigos de la infancia de Katrina, así que son super importantes para ella. Todos tienen una amistad con alguno, como Evans y Leonardo donde el primero le ha creado muchas herramientas que el otro necesitaba. Leonardo y Robin porque han tenido que realizar misiones juntos, y que ella despertó la curiosidad de él por cierto detalle que algún día diré pero me encanta mantenerlo en secreto a pesar que no es un secreto en la historia, salu2. 

No tengo bastante qué decir, y no puse canción, porque me hizo más ilusión de poner de quienes eran hijos, ¡Pero detalle! Los simbolos que representan a cada uno sí los puedo explicar. Zess o Garnet, hija de Jupiter, tiene unas garras porque es conocida como la Tigresa de la Tormenta. Leonardo pertenece a la división de Exploradores, por eso las gafas. Robin es una Fantasía, otra división que se encarga más de asuntos mágicos específicos, así que en nuestro idioma, la brujería y por eso un caldero con una poción, porque es lo suyo. Evans es herrero, sin más ni menos, realmente representa a quien le dio su sangre. Y Katrina... Pensé en ponerle la lanza, pero como no me gustó ninguna que pillé, puse algo más que la representa: un iceberg, siempre hay más de lo que ves en ella, y es su elemento. Sí, sí, todos ven a Katrina como fuego pero hay una explicación en la novela por la cual Katrina es hielo, que otro día explicaré. O no. Probablemente no.

¿Qué otras opciones tenía? Ace y Deuce, pero es otra trilogía. Joelle y Katrina. Luca y olvide el nombre de su amiga, siempre la olvido, siempre, pero esa chica que es parte de su equipo. Y otros que ahora mismo no recuerdo porque al final me hizo ilusión hacer esta.

Espero repetir esto el año que viene porque fue super interesante pero hacerlo con Testamento, la historia de Ace (Y otros personajes, pero él es el más conocido, así que esperemos el año para ello, saludos)

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The Silent Serpent Part 1

Chapter 1 - South Side High

Sweetpea x OC

Part 1

Warnings: maybe a lil bit a violence but that’s life for you.

Word count: quite a bit.

The picture is mine and I did, in fact, create it. And umm if you didn't notice it can kind of only be used for my story because it has the title of the book and my name in it Sooooooo......

I also did not create Riverdale but some people get salty about not making that clear. However, I did create the character of Maeble Mikaelson/ Forgarty and all the relationships she forms. So. Yeh.

Yes her name is Maeble Mikaelson. For a bit of context, her mothers maiden name is Mary Mikaelson and her Fathers name was Fish Forgarty  (It's complicated), She prefers to use Forgarty as her last name because to put it lightly she hates her mother with a passion…

She doesn’t remember her father because he was given life in prison when she was still a baby. We might see more of him in the future though...

I’m still new to the whole Tumblr thing so just give a chance and hopefully, I will figure it out. 

Car pollution and second-hand smoke filled Maeble Forgartys lungs as she and fangs pulled into South Side High car park. It hadn’t been the first time she had been here even though this was the first time she was actually attending the school.

Maeble spent every summer she could remember on the south side. Her father, who was brothers with fangs’ dad, was a serpent so she knew the majority of the people she saw here. Her mother didn’t really approve of gang lifestyle and shipped her off to England where she attended a prestigious school for ‘Troubled Young Ladies’. Maeble laughed to herself every time that place happened to come up in conversation because she was hardly a rebellious child. She was quite the opposite actually as she didn’t even like socializing, let alone cause any trouble.

Fangs jumped off of the bike and gave Mae a huge grin. She, in return, gave him an eye roll.

“Why are you happy?, if anything I’m going to embarrass you…” She said sliding off a taking a wary glance at her immediate surroundings. Looking to the school she noticed the hoards of students around the entrance, taking turns in tormenting the people who attempted to make their way inside. To her left, she spotted the large row of motorbikes, a line in which they were also sat. Fangs noticed this and smirked with pride.

“Can’t I just be happy that the closest thing I have to a sister is going to be going to the same school as me?” Fangs continued to smile to the point it was starting to make mae feel uneasy. Almost like he was planning something.

“Shut up, Do all of these bikes belong to serpents?” Maeble questioned with a bit of amazement, already knowing the answer.

“Yeh, but this one,” he said and patted the bike they had just ridden in on. “Is the coolest” he stated. Maeble raised her eyebrows and nodded her head. “I dunno Fangs, that one is pretty impressive.” mae said and began to walk to one that had caught her eye. It was completely black except the sliver handlebars and rims of the wheels.

“You would fucking say that wouldn’t you?” Fangs huffed in defeat. “That’s Peas”. Maeble and Sweet Pea had met a few years back when she came to stay with her aunt and fangs for the summer when she was nine. He had immediately taken a liking to her and it quickly became obvious that he wanted to make her life as hard as possible.

Death by cheesy pickup lines…

So whenever she came to stay in the future Maeble would do anything in her power to stay away from him. Not in a cruel way, just as a way of self-preservation for his influence.

Mae’s eyes widened with annoyance “Well, in that case, you’re right, your old, rusty piece of crap is the coolest.” Fangs smiled with satisfaction not letting her words hit him too hard. He Swung his tanned muscled arm around her pale shoulders and guided her towards the entrance of the school. As they walked up the steps of South Side High she could feel the burning glare of at least half of the student body as they quickly ascended. Once they were through the doors Fangs removed his arm and took Mae’s bag and deposited it into a little grey tray and continued to guide her through the metal detector. On the other side, Fangs grabbed the bag again and handed to her

“Well, that was quite the experience.” She mumbled sarcastically (Sounding extremely Britsh making her cringe), pushing her thick, blonde coils of hair out of her face and back into place. Maeble’s hair had always been unruly, but it was only recently that she had become hyper-aware of what it was doing. Mae grabbed a black hairband for her wrist that was already cutting off the circulation to her hand. She attempted to grab all of her wavy curls with one hand and successfully managed a half decent messy bun with minimal effort. Smiling at her self she looked up to see what fangs were doing.

“That was a sight…” he grinned at her playfully.

Maeble rolled her eyes and jabbed him in the ribs. “ you have No idea how much practice and still was needed to pull that off, dear, sweet, baby cousin.” Fangs started to walk away without any explanation. Only looking back to see if she was following. When he saw that she wasn’t he quickly made a hand gesture and she casually followed, trying not to look threatened as a row of greasy Goulies hit their fists against the battered lockers and wolf whistled in her direction. “FRESH MEAT” A voice boomed and echoed through the corridor as almost everyone stopped what they were doing to look. Fangs came to meet her halfway and swung his arm over her shoulder again, glaring at everyone who dared make eye contact with him.

“She’s spoken for, shes with the Serpents” Fangs shouted and they continued around a corner until they were out of sight. 

“Shit, Shit. Shit. Fuck” Fangs rambled as his pace slowed, pulling his free hand through his gelled hair. He looked panicked, not his usual state. Fangs had always had a laid-back demeanour, even when he was being scolded. The Serpent institution was an absolute breeze for him.

“What?” Mae asked, genuinely confused and only slightly insulted that she was being treated like today's entertainment.

“Well, darling Cousin. I pretty much just told the whole school you have aligned yourself with us, which puts an even bigger target on your back that if were still a sheep… so it's not great.“ he said.rubbing the back of his head

Suddenly an ear-piercing ringing noise filled the already bustling halls and everyone started to file into the designated classroom. “ Shit, where the fuck is…” Mae Paused to pull her class schedule from her black denim jean pocket. “ B10? History, I think?” Mae looked up, either hoping that Fangs would be in the same class or at least he would be close by.

Fangs’ bad mood jumped off of his face and an evil grin appeared. “Ohhh, unlucky… Soz Cuz, looks like you have Mr Stevens, or over wise know as ‘Brass Balls’”.

“I’m not even gonna ask” Mae sighed and followed Fangs into the classroom. He motioned for her to enter and as soon as she did her bright blue eyes locked with a certain tall Serpent she was hoping to avoid like the plague. He smiled a sickly sweet grin and Maeble turned oh her heal and left, bumping into a hard chest just outside of the room.

“Fangs!” She exclaimed as she hit him lightly. “You arse. You knew he was in there didn’t you?”.

Fangs pretended to look innocent but Maeble knew they had set is up. Those assholes, she thought. Fangs spun her around and pushed her back into the classroom. “I had no idea he would be here, honest, scouts honour, And you cant be skipping on the first day, you're giving the serpents a bad name,” he muttered as he quickly ran back out of the room smirking, leaving her to stand awkwardly at the front. Maeble’s eyes scanned the room hoping to find a seat that was as far away from Sweet Pea as possible. She found one relatively close to the front and as soon as she sat she hear her name being called out from the back.

“Mae Mike? Is that you?” Maeble smiled recognising the voice and the nickname instantly. She turned in her seat to see Toni grinning wildly.

“Toni, God Damned, Topaz!” Toni jumped out of her seat and ran to the front of the classroom, engulfing mae with a soft hug. When they broke apart Mae took the time to see how much her best and only friend had changed over the past year. Toni had defiantly grown into her body, looking absolutely stunning in a black pair of waist-high shorts and a red flannel shirt tied off around her hips. Her long wavy hair was somehow longer and sporting pink stripes that highlighted the structure of her slender face.

“ What the hell are you doing here?” she asked, kicking the kid out of the seat in front of me so she could face me.

“I moved in with Fangs Last weekend… Mum was getting to be a bit much and I got kicked out of the third boarding school she sent me to…”  Mae said, smiling when she saw the impact her words had on Toni’s face.

Toni stood up and held her hand out, offering it for Mae to take.

“wha-?” Maeble started but she was yanked out of her seat and being dragged to the back of the classroom, to where the Serpents sat, to where SP sat. “you can’t sit down there, you’re an honorary Serpent, which means No Ghoulies” mae was confused but she noticed Toni’s line of gaze no longer matched hers. Mae followed it to see a slim, bleach blonde girl twiddling a piece of her hair in between her fingers as she flirted with a boy who was sat in front of her. The boy, that was, being Sweet Pea was straddling his seat so he could face her. “Scram Brit” Toni finished, glaring at the girl until she finally collected her stuff and strutted her the seat Mae was just sat in. Mae slid uncomfortably into the warm seat, feeling Sweet peas eyes gaze over her facial features. He didn’t turn around, but then again Mae didn’t think he would.

“Female Forgarty, always a pleasure,” He said as he leaned in even closer, so he could rest his elbows on the table.

“Not for me.” Mae rolled her eyes, Let the torture begin, She thought.  

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REALLY  LONG  CHARACTER  SURVEY.       RULES. repost ,   don’t  reblog !    tag 10 !  good  luck !       TAGGED.   @cupido-periculosa

BASICS.  FULL  NAME :  Ayla Belle Sinclaire  NICKNAME :   Little bird, kizim (Ishak), La-La (niece and nephew)  AGE :  20  BIRTHDAY :  April 16, 1996  ETHNIC  GROUP :   Black/Creole/Turkish  NATIONALITY :  American  LANGUAGE / S :  English, New Orleans dialect of Creole, Haitian Creole, Turkish, French, and some Spanish  SEXUAL  ORIENTATION :  Pansexual  ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION :  Panromatic  RELATIONSHIP  STATUS : Single in general  CLASS :  Middle Class  HOME  TOWN / AREA :   New Orleans, LA  CURRENT  HOME :   Restored home in the Garden District (family home), separate small flat in the 9th ward  PROFESSION :   Florist/ Dancer

PHYSICAL.  HAIR :  Dark brown, nearly black, lightened at the ends by the sun, kinky curly, thick   EYES :  Amber  NOSE :   Soft, rounded, slightly upturned   FACE :   Delicate and soft, with high cheekbones. Heart shaped with a slightly angular jaw. Freckles across her nose and the high points of her face  LIPS :   Full, pink, slightly upturned in a grin at all time  COMPLEXION :   A medium darker tone, slightly golden with a tan, freckles on her shoulders and chest  BLEMISHES :   Often has a few bruises from work and just in general klutziness  SCARS :  A few here and there from surgeries. Nothing so stark or severe they would be noticed at first glance  TATTOOS :  Quite a few. Mostly floral in theme. A white ink piece of various flowers woven together on the inside of her right arm. A large piece in bright pink on her left shoulder of azaleas. A garter tattoo of soft blue roses backed by white lace and pastel green leaves around her left thigh. A single gladiolus blossom on her ribs, near her chest, in a soft white   HEIGHT : 4′11  WEIGHT : 115 pounds.  BUILD :   Curvy, but toned from dancing and being active. Still soft, overall  FEATURES :  Overly expressive eyes. Even if she manages to keep her expression from giving everything away- her eyes betray her every thought. Always smiling.   ALLERGIES : None USUAL  HAIR  STYLE :   wild and untamed, often with flowers braided into it. She will play with it often, braiding it or pulling it back in varying degrees  USUAL  FACE  LOOK :  Friendly, soft, kind and open  USUAL  CLOTHING :   Flower child, fairy look. Often wearing billowy clothing and faded jeans. Gypsy skirts and mid drift tops. Often in bright or pastel colors

PSYCHOLOGY.  FEAR / S : Loss, loneliness, thunder  ASPIRATION / S :   To join a dance company. But she really is content with her life. Overall, she just wants to be happy  POSITIVE  TRAITS :   Kind and understanding, she easily makes friends. Is quick to love and care for others. Sympathetic to all- her family jokes she’d find sympathy for the devil. Loyal to those she care for and unconditional in her love. Optimistic even in the darkest of times. Innocent despite the world.  NEGATIVE  TRAITS : Overly trusting and too forgiving. Often neglects her own emotions and wants. Bottles up any negative emotion until she explodes. Manic in her focuses, often neglecting others and herself if she falls into her “thrall”. Unable to keep her mouth shut when she is upset, often saying things she should not  MBTI :ENFP Extraverted 59%   -   41% Introverted Intuitive 28%   -   72% Observant Thinking 31%   -  69% Feeling (x)  ZODIAC :   Aries  TEMPERAMENT :  Sanguine    SOUL  TYPE / S :   Caregiver/ Spiritualist  ANIMALS :   Rabbit- gentle, cute, faithful, passionate, impatient   VICE  HABIT / S :   Uncertain, prone to overworking and neglecting her own needs  FAITH :  Definitely believes in spirits and a spiritual realm but it is difficult for her to define her belief as one thing  GHOSTS ? :  Yes  AFTERLIFE ? :   Yes  REINCARNATION ? :  Yes  ALIENS ? : Yes  POLITICAL  ALIGNMENT :   Independent  ECONOMIC  PREFERENCE :  Relatively uncaring  SOCIOPOLITICAL  POSITION :  She doesn’t know what to even say to this if that gives you an answer   EDUCATION  LEVEL :   She has some college under her belt but ultimately, her passions lead her. She has little want to get a degree. 

FAMILY.  FATHER :   (biological) Kamil Demir- sperm donor, never met  MOTHER :  Tiana Sinclaire  SIBLINGS :   (known) Theo Demir, Maria De La Cruz, Caspian De La Cruz- Half Siblings through her father. Evangeline Sinclaire, Ishak Sinclaire, and Jean-Luc Sinclaire (twin)  EXTENDED  FAMILY :  Two nieces and a nephew, Grandma and Grandpa (both deceased)  NAME  MEANING / S : Ayla means “halo of light around the moon”. Sinclaire is taken from a surname meaning “pure, illustrious,  renowned”.  HISTORICAL  CONNECTION ? :   Current incarnation of an oracle type being known as “The Scribe”. Historically used by immortals to know the future, overall she’s uncertain of the connection. She just knows everything. Past, present, future- at least to some extent. 

FAVOURITES.  BOOK :   A large collection of mythology   MOVIE :  Her heart says “Princess Bride”, her mind says “Labyrinth”  5  SONGS :   Alessa Cara- Wild Things, The Beatles- Blackbird, Dream a little Dream of me- Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong,  Childish Gambino- Not Going Back, Walk the Moon- Shut up and Dance  DEITY :    Complicated  HOLIDAY :   Christmas  MONTH :   May SEASON :   Spring  PLACE :   Her gardens, the beach, the pond by her grandpa’s plantation home WEATHER :   Sun Showers SOUND :  The wind through the branches of a weeping willow, laughter of those she cares for, birds singing, the soft playing of old jazz.  SCENT / S :   sunlight and fresh rain, the first blossoms of wild flowers, the spicy scent of her mother’s cooking, the comfort of old leather, the hint of the ocean and the damp of the bayou  TASTE / S :   fresh fruits, teas of all kinds, spicy food  FEEL / S :   Fingertips idly tracing over her skin, having her hair played with, grass against her bare feet, the sun on her skin  ANIMAL / S :   Dogs, cats, birds  NUMBER :   Nope  COLOUR :  Lilac

EXTRA.  TALENTS :  Dancing, cooking and baking, flower arrangement, can carry quite the tune, and sewing BAD  AT :   sports, driving (god never let her drive)  TURN  ONS :  nothing quite defined but lovemaking is what she would be more prone to. perhaps some control taken from her- in more of a pampering way.   TURN  OFFS :    Bloody play, harm, bondage   HOBBIES :   reading, gardening, collecting a small stash of books  AESTHETIC  TAGS :  sweet summer child  GPOY  QUOTES :  “She’s known sadness, and it has made her kind.”  

FC INFO.  MAIN  FC / S : Ashley Moore.  ALT  FC / S :   I guess Aaleeyah Petty, but that is more for body type  OLDER  FC / S :   N/A    YOUNGER  FC / S :   N/A   VOICE  CLAIM / S :  Ciara Renee, not perfect but it is hard to find someone with the accent Ayla has  

MUN QUESTIONS.    Q1 :   if  you  could  write  your  character  your  way  in  their  own  movie ,   what  would  it  be  called ,  what  style  would  it  be  filmed  in ,  and  what  would  it  be  about ?        

  A1 :  I think if it would be anything from Ayla, it would just be her view on the event’s of @fangs-and-lace ‘s story. Get more of her emotions and thoughts. As for film and such, I have no idea    Q2 :   what  would  their  soundtrack / score  sound  like ?          

A2 : Love scores from movies, old jazz, and upbeat pop       Q3 :   why  did  you  start  writing  this  character ?          

A3 : I wish I could say that I just created her because I loved the thought of her, but I didn’t. An old rp partner had a ship with her mother muse and literally gave me a ton of kids to figure out how to write for. 

     Q4 :   what  first  attracted  you  to  this  character ?        

A4:   See above. But honestly, something about her just kept calling to me to develop her. And boy, did she go through a lot before we got to this point.       Q5 :   describe  the  biggest  thing  you  dislike  about  your  muse.      

 A5 :  I honestly love Ayla. She is such a sweet muse, an honestly caring muse. So much of her is so genuine. My only issue is getting in her headspace. She is someone who knows the future but does little to focus on it. She has been hurt just by the circumstances of her life, but still remains kind. It is so hard to slip into her perspective sometimes  Q6 :   what  do  you  have  in  common  with  your  muse ?          

A6 :   Unconditional love. If we love you, we truly love you. We will be ride or die.  Q7 :   how  does  your  muse  feel  about  you ?        

A7 :  She loves me, but is concerned about me. I’m not the best to myself and I often ignore my own health issues and such  Q8 :   what  characters  does  your  muse  have  interesting  interactions  with ?      

A8 :  Lord... of course, she adores any interactions with @fangs-and-lace. Positively loves @xviperinae, even enjoys talking to @shadowofawolfandman. @cupido-periculosa and @refusedtobow / @md-vampire-hunter are others she is excited to know better. She really does enjoy every interaction she’s had, and honestly loves talking to everyone

 Q9 :   what  gives  you  inspiration  to  write  your  muse ?        

A9 : Honestly? I like writing Ayla when I feel down or upset. She truly makes me feel better  Q10 :   how  long  did  this  take  you  to  complete ?        

Q10 : 2 hours, give or take