hawthornehoe

[hawthornehoe]

chapter two (ghosts in my guitar)

tw for: anti-alien schtick, bullying

synopsis: our protagonist is alone in the hub, until doctor owen harper comes to work. its been a year since he joined, and he really doesn't like our alien protagonist.

word count: about 1.2k

2005. blue fingers strum at a brown and blonde wood acoustic guitar, humming along absentmindedly to a melody early in the morn. he laid back on a couch on the main floor of the hub, strumming away. it seems the lizard is something of an amateur musician. it's early, far too early for anyone besides him and jack to be in the hub for work. he continues to hum and strum on the strings of his guitar, eyelids closed. he thinks he hears the elevator come down, but that can't be right. the only person who would be in the hub this early is ianto jones— but even then, it's a saturday, ianto comes in at eleven in the morning on saturdays. 

the alien's eyes shot open as he stared at the man coming down the elevator. its… owen? owen never comes in this early, especially on saturdays. theotan moved the guitar out of his lap, and he messed with the collar of his shirt. he didn't want to be seen looking like a slob in front of his coworker. he gulped softly, staring up towards the elevator. owen waved down at him, smiling softly. "why are you here this early? on a saturday, no less," theotan questioned, head tilted softly as his abnormal lizard-like eyelids blinked slowly over his neon green eyes. owen had to suppress a shudder, for he hadn't really gotten used to that yet.

"couldn't sleep," the disgruntled doctor mumbled, going to the autopsy theater to go back to examining a dead weevil they had found the thursday prior— and to escape the blue man. theotan followed him, head tilted, "why?" he questioned. owen slammed his hands down on the stainless steel surgical cart, knocking it over, "god, do your people not know the meaning of body language? go away, freak!" owen shouted, glaring at him. theotan's shoulders fell, feeling utterly well.. rejected. he had been attempting to make friends with the new guy for well, since the day he joined. "i-i'm sorry- i just wanted to well, know, to see if there was a way i could help-" he was cut off. " you could never be able to help me! just go away!" owen shouted. 

loud boot steps were heard, and they were coming quickly. they were in a hurry, and both owen and theotan knew who was coming. "what's going on in here?" boomed the captain, hands stuck in the pockets of his long military coat. "uh- nothing, jack. i was just asking theotan to leave so i could continue my autopsy," owen explained with a nervous laugh. theotan looked away, nodding, "yeah, i was about to go back down to my quarters," the blue lizard man nodded with a gulp, heading up the stairs of the autopsy theater, passing jack with an unintentional bump to the shoulder. once theotan was gone, jack spoke up. 

he pointed at owen down in the theater, and he spoke, his voice a threatening and grim tone, "never speak to him like that, got it? he is one of us. he's been here as long as me, okay? call him a freak one more time, and you lose your job, got it?''jack glared down at him. owen rolled his eyes and saluted jack, "yep, got it, boss.'jack turned around, his coat tails whipping behind him as he briskly walked to the elevator. he got in it, pressing the bright red number five to go to the fifth sublevel— a floor entirely dedicated to theotan's living. it was hot, like the fiery pits of hell— just like his home planet. it was an environment that he thrived in. it adjusted the temperature based on what life form was on the floor. if a human were to step foot, it would lower to a comfortable twenty-four degrees celsius. but if an immortal or lithosan were to step foot, it would stay a blazing eighty-seven degrees celsius. 

as jack stepped a foot into the floor, he had to remove his coat as he began to sweat. the floor didn't have a lot of square footage, so it was easy to find theotan in. it was a small room lined with pictures of his home— pictures taken from his mind and printed out using machines. it was a beautiful place. he missed it. he missed lithos. "you and ianto are my only friends, jack," theotan spoke, sounding sad. "don't say that— you have owen and toshiko," jack frowned. theotan laughed softly, "don't kid yourself. you see how owen treats me, and toshiko sees me as nothing but an alien," theotan rolled his eyes. 

"they just have to.. warm up to you?" jack spoke, unsure of his words as he sat down on the floor next to theotan. the blue man laughed softly as he leaned against jack, who placed a soft kiss to his forehead, "i'll talk to both of them, alright? they need to accept that you've been here longer, and you aren't going anywhere," jack assured him, before standing up. he checked his nonexistent watch, making a realization noise, "everyone else should be here soon. there was rift activity, we need to check it out. all of us. including you," jack laughed, thumping theotan on the forehead, eliciting a laugh. 

the activity was only a weevil. nothing too special or difficult, but it did take them six hours to catch it. in their efforts to catch it, theotan was knocked to the ground on his arm, and he knocked his cloaking regulator about. see, he does not naturally have a human form, so he has to use a cloaking regulator that was the doctor's invention. it's been on the fritz for the longest of time but now? it was finally broken. theotan sat in the vault, watching their new weevil friend— who he affectionately named gotan (a lithosan name meaning big headed)— and he was sitting backwards on a folding chair. "gotan, i can't believe you broke my regulator, now i can't even go on missions," the alien grumbled. 

he stood from his chair, dragging it towards the closet next to the elevator. he jumped when it opened, and out stepped owen, who sighed in relief. "i was-" he panted, "i was looking for you." he spoke softly. theotan tilted his head softly. he watched owen dig in his pants pocket, and he pulled out a necklace with a glass opening in the front, and a green crystal inside. the necklace was a flaming heart, "don't look to deep into it, it was the only one i could find that would open," owen spoke, grumpily. "i heard from jack about your regulator being on the fritz, so i started making you one. i'm just a doctor so it's not the best. and now that that one is finally broken, here, and i'm sorry for this morning," he said quickly and grumpily while shoving it into theotan's scaly hands. as he pulled his hands back, his skin caught on one of the scales, slicing it open slightly and ripping the scale off in the process.

theotan gasped in pain as the scale went flying, and he clutched his hand to his chest. owen gasped, and he stepped back, "i'm so sorry!" he shouted, and then theotan began to laugh as he picked up the scale, watching it crumble in his hands, "you should have seen your face!" he laughed, holding his stomach, "i'm shedding. it was already loose— and stuck. so thanks," he laughed. owen glared at him, his eyebrow twitching, "you bitch."

#owen harper #captain jack harkness #doctor who #fanfiction #gay #gay pride #jack harkness #toshiko sato #gwen cooper #ianto jones #angst

[hawthornehoe]

chapter one (sucker for pain)

tw for: slight violence mention

synopsis: our protagonist found a gauntlet in the hands of a wannabe gang and retrieves it, returning to headquarters and meeting the new team member.

word count: about 1.1k

2004. the year of love. oh, who are we kidding. its theotan gar'lok, the last surviving lithosan, the only love he's ever gonna get is from fellow immortal, jack harkness, who's been starting to get on his nerves after being in close quarters for what seems like decades. well, he's gotten somewhat of a break from the incredulous captain. somewhat. it's not a welcome break, he'd sure tell you that.

he's chained, beaten and bloody in a basement somewhere in cardiff. but, the wounds heal as fast as they come. the technology these roadmen have is.. extraterrestrial. the technology they're beating him with, to be exact. it's some sort of gauntlet, that's silver in color, with gold embellishments. looks ancient, but alien nonetheless. and it hurts like a bitch too. theotan coughs, blood spitting onto the concrete down at his feet.

"kiss my big blue ass," theotan laughed, confusing his kidnappers, but they keep with their beatings. the kidnapped torchwood agent realizes they aren't getting tired any time soon, so he sighs softly, leaning his head back against the brick wall of the basement. "well.. it's been fun," he tells his kidnappers as he twists the cuffs on his wrists, breaking them, startling his kidnappers. "i really must take this, friends," he smiles, grabbing the gauntlet clad fist that's about to connect with his face.

"what the hell?" the roadman scoffs, a welsh accent peeking through as his fist is grabbed. theotan smiles softly, and twists, hearing a loud and satisfying crack from the roadman's wrist. his kidnapper cries out, crumpling to the floor. "that was… surprisingly easy. huh," he shrugs softly, pulling the alien gauntlet off of his kidnapper's wrist. he sighs, seeing the cuff rings still on his wrists, with broken chains dangling from the inner portion.

along the inner portion of his wrist is a small, dark birthmark in the shape of a flame. he stared at it for a second, being reminded of home. lithos, a planet far, far away that he can never go back to. he misses home. he looked back up, figuring out a way to sneak out of the small country house. he stood flush against the wall, listening. he heard voices, voices of the other men who had kidnapped him, and then they dwindled out, and he heard a door close. they had gone.

he had his chance to escape. he slowly made his way upstairs and out the door. he had come here, following a scan of alien technology, and he found it. with the gauntlet in his hands, and that gauntlet was in the hands of some wannabe gang from the streets of cardiff. he sighed, wandering a few hundred feet away from the country house, and he came to a pile of leaves. he moved them, uncovering his bike. he was a few miles outside cardiff central, so he couldn't exactly walk, now could he?

he moved the bike upright, and patted it for good luck, a habit he always had since the day he got it. he climbed onto the bike, and he started it. theotan sighed, looking up towards the stars, before placing the gauntlet in his lap, and he leaned over the bike to protect it. he pulled from the driveway and onto the country road heading back to cardiff. sure, he didn't wear a helmet, but he was immortal, but it didn't matter at all. since he couldn't die.

it was just under an hour when he reached the car park near the teleportation area to the torchwood headquarters underground. he chained his bike to the fences of the car park, locking it. he held the gauntlet in his arms, walking briskly to the park nearby. his boots clacked on the sidewalk, and he walked with purpose. he was confident, and didn't have a care in the world. people turned heads as he passed by. not because he was odd looking, but because of how he presented. he could walk into a room and take over operations with just a few words and with little to no protest.

he stepped onto the emblem, signifying the torchwood headquarters entrance, and a beam of blue came over him, and he was inside, descending on an elevator into the enormous headquarters below. an ancient pterodactyl flew overhead, guarding the institution. down below, he saw ianto jones rushing about, and bringing a coffee to a certain man in a long military coat— jack harkness— and a man who he had only seen in pictures but didn't know his name, and that man looked astonished at the sight of the massive interior. as theotan descended, his cloaking reverted back to his original form, because of the jammers inside of the headquarters.

his skin was an eye catching ocean blue, and he had scales on his neck, sides of his face, and his hands. his ears were pointed, and he reached into his mouth to remove the flattened teeth caps from his sharpened teeth. the new man stared as theotan walked past and mounted the gauntlet on a stand, sighing as he looked proud. he waltzed over to the new man and jack, kissing the captain on the cheek, "who's this?" he asked, curious.

"this is doctor owen harper. he's new. i hope he stays," jack laughed softly, patting the astonished man on the shoulder. ianto rushed over, and theotan patted him on the front side of his shoulder, "ianto, get me a cup of that special brew you make- and add whiskey, please and thank you," he smiled, and ianto beamed, "yes, right away, theo," he responded. theotan briskly walked away to a turned off computer, and used the reflection in the screen to remove his brown contacts, revealing his neon green lizard-like eyes. he blinked, eyelids moving horizontally like a lizard's.

owen, who had been watching, yelped, and he jumped backwards when theotan blinked. the shapeshifter looked over, and gave him a wink— albeit a rather odd wink— and then retreated to his quarters deep on the fifth level. owen looked over to jack, who was watching theotan walk off with adoration in his eyes, and he spoke, "t-that man! he's-" he was cut off. "blue? yeah, and a damn fine shade of blue he is," jack sighed in adoration.

#owen harper #captain jack harkness #doctor who #fanfiction #gay #gay pride #jack harkness #toshiko sato #gwen cooper #ianto jones #torchwood

[hawthornehoe]

immortality | owen harper

(masterlist)

abandoned by the doctor, theotan gar'lok has to fit into human society with jack harkness for well over 100 years. being an immortal alien shapeshifter, he has quite a difficult time fitting in because well- he doesn't age. after about 120 years in cardiff- and a full time employment with torchwood- they meet the disgruntled doctor, owen harper after his hiring at torchwood after the death of his fiance.

contains: jack harkness x oc content, oc x owen harper content, mentioned oc x the doctor content, angst, angst comfort, major character death, body horror, owen is in the closet, theotan is scared to love a human

immortality (the playlist on spotify)

immortality (on ao3)

masterlist

chapter one: sucker for pain (posted 7/10 at 2:57amCST)

chapter two: ghosts in my guitar (posted 7/12 at 10:08pmCST)

#owen harper #jack harkness #captain jack harkness #gwen torchwood #toshiko sato #ianto jones #the doctor #future #time travel #the whoverse #doctor who #fanfiction #gay men #gay #gay pride #bxb #mlm #bisexual #bi man #bi men exist #bi women #everyone is bisexual

[hawthornehoe]

theyre horny and then they just die. of horniness

torchwood is such a silly show until they all just fuckinf die

[hawthornehoe]

can't accept it | rick murray / craig manning (degrassi next generation)

pairing: rick murray x gn!reader / craig manning x gn!reader

synopsis: rick, your best friend since you were 9, was a bad person. he was abusive to everyone, except for you. he liked you. you saw his red flags, but you couldn't accept him. you were his only friend. everything came crashing down when rick brought a gun to school, shot someone, and then got shot himself. you began to realize everything that was wrong with him, and you confided in craig.

warnings: school shootings, abuse, manipulation, mental breakdowns, bullying

it was some sort of sick puppy love that was there from childhood. he manipulated them, but he did truly love them- they were the only person he didn't hate with a firey passion. they were the only person there for him as he was being bullied. they didn't think he deserved all the flack he received- because they didn't believe he put terri in that coma.

they only began to believe the day that rick brought a gun to school. their heart was in their throat as they saw the handgun shake in his slender hands, pointed at emma.

"rick, please, put it down. please, im right here. im right here for you. i know youre desperate and angry, please, just put it down, im right here for you. youre my best friend. please, i love you, rick. im right here for you. just put it down and youll be okay."

"i already shot someone, (name)."

those words still ring through their head a week later. his last words was him saying he'd shot someone already. jimmy, he shot jimmy. they stood in craig's yard, shakily typing away at the t9 numbers on their black nokia cellphone.

im in your yard. i need to talk to someone.

yeah, on my way out.

they shakily bit at their nails as they watched craig step out of his front door. his plaid pajama pants hung loosely on his shorts, and he tugged his black hoodie over his bare torso to escape the canada cold. he stepped down the steps, and he stepped into the dewey grass, shivering at the wetness on his bare feet. in a few seconds, he walked over to (name), a hand on their face.

"you look like shit. thinkin' about rick again?"

"the- the last think he ever said was my name, craig...the last thing he ever said-"

theu stifled a sob by covering their mouth with their hand, and they closed their eyes, tears beginnibg to escape. craig placed both hands on their cheeks, thumbs caressing at their cheekbones.

"he was crazy, (nickname), absolutely insane."

"shut up- shut up. he wasn't- he was just sick. he was sick."

"(name), he was gonna kill a bunch of people. maybe even you. you have to accept that."

"fuck! i know! i fucking know!"

they shoved him away, stepping back, and they sobbed softly. their hands balled into fists at their sides, and they fell to their knees in the dewey grass. they sobbed.

"i fucking know that. i just- he was good to me. he was my best friend. he never hurt me. he wouldn't have."

craig sat on the ground next to them, wrapping his arms around their shoulders, he pulled them into his chest, shushing them.

"hey, hey- its okay. itll take time. just know... im always here for you. im right here for you, (name)."

#header

[hawthornehoe]

i like the idea that synths rename themselves based on the letter in their classification. like H2-22 would be named like harry or something. and nick was probably N?-??. and Z1-14's new name would be like zeke or zane or something. X6-88, obviously xavier.

#synth #fallout 4 #rambling

[hawthornehoe]

@felvrs thank you for requesting!

grayson hawthorne x m!reader

what its like dating the heir apparent <3

he's deep in the closet while dating you, because its best to keep up appearences being who he is. and, he would rather who he loves be kept private from his life, because he knows how his family and the public can be.

he only comes out because you aren't allowed on the estate because you aren't family during the processing of his will. he protests: "he's as much family as her." "he has to stay. he has nowhere else." "he's not a threat." "i need him here, just incase i snap." before finally, "i love him. i need him here."

tobias probably knew of your relationship but didn't say anything. he was also relevant in your life because grayson had you around the House alot.

tobias was a #ally

when grayson accidentally came out, he wished his grandfather was alive to see him be his true self. his true self dedicated to outing avery as a con woman, and being public with the boy he loves.

he's not a big fan of pda. he's not a big fan of touch in general. his idea of cuddling at night is either back to back or hand holding while you sleep. and even the hand holding is going a little far with him.

[hawthornehoe]

hello! my name is vic!

this is my video game based writing account!

i am 16yrs old (but i will write smut)

you may request characters in my asks.

below, are the characters (with media) i write for.

i will write x reader content (mainly x m!reader and x nb!reader)

handsome jack ( bl2 / pre - sequel )

timothy lawrence ( pre - sequel / bl3 )

roland ( bl1 / bl2 / pre - sequel )

mordecai ( bl1 / bl2 / bl3 / tales from the borderlands / pre - sequel )

brick ( bl1 / bl2 / bl3 / tales from the borderlands / pre - sequel )

lilith ( bl1 / bl2 / bl3 / pre - sequel )

zer0 ( bl2 / bl3 / tales from the borderlands )

axton ( bl2 / bl3 / pre - sequel )

maya ( bl2 / bl3 )

wilhelm ( bl2 / pre - sequel )

rhys strongfork ( bl3 / tales from the borderlands )

zane flynt ( bl3 )

fl4k ( bl3 )

moze ( bl3 )

vaughn ( bl2 / bl3 / tales from the borderlands )

august ( tales from the borderlands )

max caulfield ( life is strange )

chloe price ( life is strange / life is strange : before the storm )

victoria chase ( life is strange )

nathan prescott ( life is strange )

shawn diaz ( life is strange 2 )

finn mcnamara ( life is strange 2 )

steph gringrich ( life is strange : before the storm / life is strange : true colors )

alex chen ( life is strange : true colors )

john hancock ( fallout 4 )

rj macready ( fallout 4 )

paladin danse ( fallout 4 )

grusha ( pokemon scarlet / pokemon violet )

larry ( pokemon scarlet / pokemon violet )

alistair ( dragon age: origins )

zevran aranai ( dragon age: origins )

king cailan ( dragon age: origins )

cassandra pentagast ( dragon age: inquisition )

cullen rutherford ( dragon age: inquisition )

solas ( dragon age: inquisition )

iron bull ( dragon age: inquisition )

cole ( dragon age: inqusition )

krem ( dragon age: inquisition )

grayson hawthorne (the inheritance games series)

jameson hawthorne (the inheritance games series)

will newman (five feet apart- book vers.)

augustus waters (the fault in our stars- book vers.)

nick carraway (the great gatsby- book vers.)

owen harper (doctor who) [ immortality : owen harper masterlist ]

#bl1 #bl2 #bl3 #tales from the borderlands #bl x reader #borderlands #borderlands 2 #borderlands 3 #the inheritance trilogy #the inheritance games #gay men #aesthetic #writing #booksbooksbooks #books & libraries #fanfic #fanfiction