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Belong (1.5: Rewind) | MYG

Pairing: Yoongi x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: exes-to-lovers-to-exes-to-lovers; actress!OC x basketball coach!Yoongi; summer romance; “long” distance relationship; parallel timelines; angst, fluff, smut

Chapter (Series) Warnings: foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption & passing out, family drama, sport injury; dreams & moving away; implied depression; basketball and acting talk; 2014 and 2022 Yoongi; shy and nonchalant cocky whipped Yoongi; kissing; explicit sexual content (specific warnings stated per chapter (18+)

Chapter Word count: 5k

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Status: Complete

Series summary: Being an actor has always been your dream. Pursuing it meant many things - leaving the town where you grew up, distancing yourself from your family that had fallen apart, and saying goodbye to the man who made you feel what home was like. When you decide to finally return after being away for so long, you meet Min Yoongi again, and you’re reminded of the summer romance from 8 years ago with the college basketball superstar whose broken dream pushed you away. As you find yourself spending time with him, you’re left to wonder if love changes, if it gives second chances, or if it’s just another illusion that will hurt the both of you the second time around.

Listen to: You Found Me First by Jake Etheridge; Alone with you by Canyon City || Playlist 🎶

8 years ago

Yoongi is not a stranger to loud sounds.

His brother, Geumjae, is a fan of rock music and used to play it all day, everyday when they were growing up. Yoongi would fall asleep to the sound of drums and electric guitar and gritty vocals of whatever band that the older man was into.

Yoongi’s dad runs an antique shop, a business that was passed down from his elders and which was expanded into furniture restoration. He’d spend his free time there, watching his father use all types of hand and electric tools to scrape, saw, and sand different pieces until the finished product was up to his standards.

It may seem a bit odd but he thinks it’s one reason why he got into sports. He’d watched them as a kid and was amused by the cheers and the grunts that could be heard in the arena and through the TV. There was so much energy and so much excitement, as if those motivated the players even more, injecting in them adrenaline that pushed them, that made them hungrier, that made them succeed.

He understood it during his first pickup basketball game in the neighborhood park when he was 10 years old. A couple of the older boys invited him over to play and the audience, which consisted mostly of the kids from school and some adults hanging around, were hooting, yelling, and praising them once the score got close.

It was electric. Yoongi didn’t always smile but he couldn’t stop himself from doing so after he made the winning basket - a lucky shot, really, but he liked to call it the shot of destiny. There was nothing like it, and he always carries that experience with him. He refers to it as the pivotal moment in his life where he fell in love with basketball, as he told the university newspaper when they interviewed him the other week. It made him think of the possibilities, of the extent of his talent, and the overwhelming joy he could get from going to that court and giving his all to win a game.

He smiles just thinking about it now, as he warms up for the first match of the summer league. It’s off-season for the university teams but this conference is where some other schools and amateur teams compete. He’s unfamiliar with the players but that’s what makes it exciting.

He knows they know him, though. He made national news when he became the youngest MVP at 19. That was 2 years ago when he was a sophomore, but his local fans continued to grow. He was never one for attention but he won’t shy away from it if it’s about his talent. To make it to the professional league, people need to know his name. And he knows that’s not a problem.

“There goes the ‘sweet assassin’ Min Yoongi with a fadeaway jumper and it’s nothing but net!” Jungkook hoots, imitating a commentator as he watches his captain from the sidelines.

“He gets the steal and takes the step back-3!” Yells Namjoon this time. “You don’t leave the ‘sweet assassin’ open like that!”

Yoongi chuckles as he walks towards his teammates. “Stop it. The moniker sucks,” he says, wiping away his sweat.

“You’ve had that since freshman year and you’re complaining now?” Namjoon chuckles.

“It’s cringey.” Yoongi frowns.

“It’s brilliant!” Jungkook disagrees. “I mean, the school paper article revealed your online pseud is ‘suga’ because that’s how much you revere yourself and your shooting guard position and the sports dudes ran with it, gave you a nickname, and it stuck. That’s impact. And it’s pretty cool. The ‘golden boy’ makes me sound like an idol or something.”

Yoongi and Namjoon laugh but insist that the name fits the younger man. He is pretty good at everything.

“I still think the ‘god of destruction’ is the best,” Yoongi remarks, referring to Namjoon, who got the name after the few times that he’d detached the ring from the board after a dunk. “It’s so intimidating.”

The 3 men proceed to tease each other, and Yoongi likes the carefree vibe of off-season games. Though his team still takes it seriously - they’d recently won the university conference so they don’t want to slack - they also want to play with less of the pressure than they normally do. It’s good for camaraderie and better for the start of summer. They want to enjoy and have fun while making a statement through their wins.

Yoongi instructs both men to continue warming up as he passes Namjoon the ball. All of them head to the court to shoot and as the captain, Yoongi looks around to make sure all his teammates are present and are preparing for the game. It’s not a big one but somehow, the locals have come to enjoy the summer league. It’s free and it’s good entertainment, and so the buzz in the gym is enough to get him excited.

The spectators are settling down. He stands by the sidelines and sees familiar faces. There’s a bunch of kids from school and some that he’s met during pickup games. There are neighbors, too, and even that one kid he remembers from high school who’s friends with Jungkook, the one who spilled juice all over his notebook and then cried so Yoongi never spoke to him again for fear that he’d make the younger man upset. The guy’s studying in Seoul now, if he’s not mistaken.

Yoongi’s eyes travel to the person sitting next to him and he swears something goes wrong with his ears because the sounds in the gym suddenly disappear. For a moment, he can’t hear anything. That same instance, everything blurs. Except for the girl with the yellow scarf on her hair, sitting next to Taehyung - he remembers his name now - her crinkled eyes and stunningly sweet smile rendering him speechless.

Being some local basketball superstar means that Yoongi gets attention, and that includes from women who are somehow attracted to his calm, quite nonchalant personality that’s tinged with the right amount of arrogance when he’s on the court. He’s not a stranger to their efforts to get noticed. He’s noticed them, in fact, but not enough to get him interested. It’s rare though for someone else to catch his eyes. But that woman though… that’s someone he’s definitely interested in.

He’s never seen her before. She’s probably from another town, or someone that Taehyung met in Seoul or something. Somehow the idea of her being foreign excites him. If she’s never heard of him, she will now. And she—

The ball hitting Yoongi’s jaw surprises him, causing him to jerk back and find the person who probably embarrassed him in front of the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. He’s not surprised to find Seungkwan rushing to him, apologizing and falling to his knees, saying that he called the captain’s name and threw the ball, thinking it would be caught.

But when Yoongi looks at the woman, she has her eyes elsewhere. He sighs in relief, telling Seungkwan that it’s okay, but when he looks towards the benches again, she’s now looking at him.

He swears his heart stops. But it’s not like him to show it.

He holds her gaze for a while, liking the effect it seems to have on her as she shyly smiles and tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear. But for his sake he really hopes she’d look away.

The coach calls for the team to huddle and Yoongi’s the one who has to break the moment, turning his back to run to the sidelines. He looks in her direction again and smirks to give her something to think about and maybe cheer about, and the bite of her lip says he definitely did.

“Is it possible to get an orgasm from just looking at someone?” You ask your best friend Taehyung. “Or like, when you both look at each other and there’s that tension you feel and you just… get turned on?”

“I literally just spoke to someone for a minute and you just eye-fucked somebody?” He gasps. “You’re quite something.”

“Hey, you’re the one who told me to scout the players and tell you who I find cute so you can introduce me to them,” you shrug. “I just did what you asked. He just happened to be looking at me when I found him. And shit did he look at me.”

“Who is it?”

“Number 3.”

Taehyung chokes on his drink. “Seriously? That’s who you eye-fucked? Out of all the guys on the basketball team, you choose the Captain Min?!”

“The who?” You say. “Ah, right. His jersey said Min. I was kinda focused on… uh, other things.”

“Okay, woman. Behave. We’re in a public place,” Taehyung reprimands you. “Also, I’m serious. He’s the one who caught your attention? Jersey number 3? Dark hair, white headband?”

“Yeah, the one listening to the coach with his tongue dragging through his teeth,” you say, eyes on the group of guys in a huddle. “Yeah, definitely him.”

The man in question seems to be listening intently but his eyes shift to you briefly and you feel that tightness somewhere - your heart, you think, and you swallow. Hard. You don’t know if he saw it but he smirks at you again so there’s a high chance he did.

Taehyung sighs and you turn to him.

“Why do you sound so scandalized?” You ask.

“I’m not!” He defends. “I guess I was just expecting you to like someone like number 7.”

You search for the man in question. Nice build, boyish looks.

“Yeah, he’s cute,” you say. “But not my type.”

“Or number 1.”

Much more built. He’s like a baby giant.

“I like his dimples,” you answer. “And he looks so soft, I want to protect him.”

“There you go,” Taehyung smiles.

“But I want to be protected,” you counter. “And small build guy number 3 there looks like he will. He’s gonna scare the losers away and tell them to fuck off and then I’ll let him fu—”

“Okay, ___, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he glares at you.

“What’s wrong though? Is he an asshole? Do people not like him?” You badger your best friend.

“No, it’s not that. People revere him around here, actually,” Taehyung explains. “And well, girls try to get with him but he doesn’t really pay them any mind.”

“Does he eye-fuck them? If not, then I think I’m his exception,” you argue.

“You make a good point. So maybe I don’t need to introduce you to him. Maybe he’s just gonna introduce himself!”

“That’s not what you told me, Tae,” you frown. “You said, I point a guy and then you introduce me.”

“I didn’t think you’d choose him!”

“Hey, did he bully you in high school? Is that why? Because if it is, then screw him! No one messes with my best friend.”

“It’s not that! Everyone likes Yoongi. They just don’t wanna mess with him, including me. And I… well,” he trails. “I accidentally spilled my juice all over his notebook once and he looked at me like he wasn’t affected but that made it even scarier. And then he just never talked to me after.”

You groan in frustration. You would think that based on Taehyung’s reaction, the man is some jerk or untouchable being. He just happens to have a perpetually disinterested face and that’s honestly something you like. He seems like the type with a no-nonsense attitude and you’re quite the same. Most times, at least. There’s definitely something to explore there.

You watch intently as he carries the ball, skillfully dribbling it and evading his opponents. He makes a smooth shot to the elation of the crowd, and unlike his teammates who grunt and make some form of over-exaggerated gesture, this man merely smirks, perhaps to himself, as he runs backwards to get to the other end of the court. It’s incredibly sexy, you think, how his seemingly quiet nature hides something a little cocky underneath, especially since he’s got something to show. You’re not the most knowledgeable at the sport but you can easily tell he’s good at it.

“So, you’re gonna introduce me, right?” You turn to Taehyung during a timeout.

“Uh, I think you can perfectly do that yourself,” he chuckles awkwardly. “I mean, you’re good with people.”

“Tae, you’re such a wimp. You said you’d introduce me to whoever I choose!”

“We’re not doing this again,” he groans. “Look, we’re going to Jungkook’s place after, okay? Yoongi likes to drink after a game so he’ll definitely be there. I’ll make the guys introduce you to him. And I can’t promise anything because from what I heard, he’s never made a move on anyone and the ones who make a move on him get turned down so… good luck, I guess.”

You scowl at your best friend. This is the first time he’s ever bailed on you, considering he’s your hype man all the time. When you first entered university, you were both a bit intimidated by all the big city and international kids but he got out of his shell first and then pushed you to do the same. They bore good fruits, insofar as you enjoying yourself and then getting a boyfriend, even if it didn’t last long.

But this isn’t your territory, even if you were raised here. There’s not much of the city that feels like home. You barely kept in touch with your high school friends, too, mostly because you spent more time at drama class, and so you don’t have control or leverage here. It also just so happens that the guy you’re interested in isn’t the friendliest even if you think he’s being a tease. You’re up for the challenge, though.

“Well, thanks for the encouragement,” you roll your eyes. “But a guy with soft features like that doesn't look all that hard and intimidating to me. I bet he’s a softie deep down.”

“Soft features? Are we talking about the same guy? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile.”

“Tae, we made eye contact. It’s like a blink-and-you'll-miss-it type of softness. Or maybe you just don’t look at him long enough,” you explain.

“I definitely don’t.”

“Well then in that case, Mr. “I don’t care about shit” might be all caring and sweet on the inside,” you hum, as you eye him again and catch him asking his teammate if he’s okay. “I’m here long enough to find out.”

Jungkook’s apartment is close to the university, in an alley near the bars and other student accommodations. It’s spacious even with his gaming computer and weights, and he’d set up the living and dining room area to accommodate the guests. You look around the place and think it’s much bigger than the one you and Taehyung share, and you know why post-game hangouts take place here.

Your best friend said a couple of the guys from the team and a few of their friends usually come over to drink. You can tell, by the way Jungkook is the perfect host, keeping the table with snacks and drinks stacked and by the way he converses with you - charm and cheekiness combined.

He really is cute. He’s got a sparkle in his eyes and an innocent smile, and you can tell that’s part of his appeal. But you’ve got your eyes set on someone, someone who just happens to not be here.

You look around once more and wonder where he is, and just as you’re about to ask Taehyung, the man you’ve been looking for enters. He’s in knee-ripped black jeans and an oversized cream t-shirt with a baseball cap on. You feel your throat dry immediately and your eyes follow him as he walks towards the table and opens himself a bottle of beer.

You hear your name being called and you turn to one of the guys next to you who’s asking what you’re taking up in university. You’d forgotten about the conversation you’re in, as you immediately get sucked into the presence of jersey number 3, who’s now relaxedly leaning against the wall, looking around himself. He catches your eyes once more and you so badly want to just go up to him but you admit that you like this - him watching you from afar as you talk to someone who isn’t him.

“I’m taking up acting and film,” you say. “I really want to become an actor.”

“Well, you have the looks for it,” Jungkook comments.

“You think so?” You flash a smile, playing along.

“Yeah. A lot of us do,” he smirks.

A couple of the guys laugh but nod in agreement.

Not that you intended to be flirty with these men and get their attention, but the cute top and hair scarf outfit you put on was a good idea. Even the other girls seem amused by you. You just wonder if someone else is.

“You guys are quite charming, aren’t you?” You giggle.

“Of course we are. This is how we welcome people in our group,” Jungkook smiles. “How long are you here for again?”

“The entire summer,” you say. “Enough time to be charmed by you?”

You aim to tease, really, especially when Jungkook blushes. You don’t actually have any intention with him but a part of you was maybe hoping that it would ignite something in the man you’re really interested in. You’d like to think so, as you turn to him again and see his hardened gaze. It’s like he’s assessing you, trying to read you. It makes you a bit exposed but you like it. Whatever this thing you’re both doing, it’s exciting, something you didn’t expect about coming home since you left for college 2 years ago.

“Oh my god, this is like watching my friends flirt with my sister,” Taehyung whines. “Please stop.”

You all laugh and he claims it’s a little awkward, but he does say he’s quite protective, warning anyone who wants to win you over.

You all go back to chatting around until Jungkook, like the good host that he is, announces that it’s time to play and get batshit drunk.

You all gather around in the middle and play number games, something you’re good at. You mostly survive, needing only to take 3 shots that don’t really make a dent in your system. Then you play a card game, which you also do well in, and it gets the group cheering for you to your delight.

You constantly look towards the couch where Yoongi stays, as he’s the only person who doesn’t join the games. Taehyung says the man isn’t into them and no one really forces him. You see the times he smirks though, especially whenever you survive. You'd like to think he’s secretly cheering you on and it oddly makes your heart race. For all the eye-fucking, the milliseconds where his look softens gets you feeling all giddy.

By the 6th game, some of the guys have loosened up more than the others. They’re laughing more, teasing more, flirting with you a little more directly, and they’re at least funny and not that disrespectful. You laugh and tease along and you really could go on doing more of these games, until Jungkook suggests to play spin-the-bottle.

The rules are simple - one person spins the bottle and whoever it lands on will be the one they’ll kiss.

“We’re too old for this,” Namjoon claims, even as he sits himself in the circle you all form.

“We never are,” Jungkook chuckles. “Plus, we’ve got a good number of guys and girls in here,” he says. “It’ll be fun.”

You take your seat on the circle right next to Taehyung and you look over at the couch again, biting your lip and cocking your eyebrow this time, as if daring Yoongi to join, given that the guys say that he absolutely hates participating in this.

Not tonight apparently, as he walks over and nudges Namjoon with his foot.

“Oh, so now you’re playing?” The big man laughs. “I wonder what made you decide to finally join us.”

Yoongi sits down across from you, unbothered once more.

He just shrugs. “I was getting bored watching you guys be terrible at the games.”

The group laughs before they begin. Of all the nights when you wish the spin-the-bottle gods were on your side, you wish it was tonight.

The bottle thankfully misses you for the first 4 times. When it’s your turn, you position it in the direction that you mentally calculated would land on Yoongi with the force you put in.

It’s quite nerve wracking, not knowing if this would work, but as the bottle slows down and the desire for it to point towards him heightens, you start to think that if this fails, you’re gonna have to just survive it and then find another way to get your chance at kissing him.

And then it stops. Right in between him and Namjoon. Your heart breaks a little as you compare the distance, especially as the other people whisper the name of the man it’s pointed towards.

“Hmm,” Taehyung says, “the bottle’s closer to—”

“Me,” Yoongi says, surprising everyone. “The bottle’s closer to me.”

His eyes are locked on you and no one dares to challenge the man, especially with how firm he sounds as he claims himself as the chosen one.

“By all means, go ahead and kiss, then,” Jungkook states, surprise and amusement laced on his face.

Yoongi, instead of scooting to the middle like everyone had done, stands up and reaches out for your hand. You take it and come face to face with him - finally, and you’re speechless as you stare back at him. There’s this certainty and desire in his eyes, you’d like to think. It’s captivating and it’s making you feel hot and definitely turned on.

“Do you mind doing it in the kitchen?” He asks you. “I don’t really want them to have a front row view.”

“I don’t mind,” you say, trying to sound calm.

He takes your hand again and walks ahead to the kitchen nearby. You’re still visible but like he wanted, there’s enough distance for the others not to have a close up look of your kiss.

Yoongi leads you to stand by the counter, finally able to get a clear look at you. He’s been wanting this since hours ago and he couldn’t wait to get the chance to get you alone. You’ve been surrounded by all the guys since he arrived and well, he doesn’t blame them. You’re stunning and charming and you have this sparkle in your eyes when you talk about acting. He’d had enough of just watching from the couch and catching your eyes because yes, he’d noticed you glance at him and he liked that, liked that even if you had everyone else’s attention, you seemed to only want to get his.

He honestly hates this game. It got him in precarious situations the few times that he indulged the guys by playing and at one point, he just stopped joining. He couldn’t pass up on this, though, not when there’d be a chance to kiss you. If you didn’t get paired up together, he’d still find a way. But he didn’t want anyone else to have the chance, so he took his. And well, maybe sort of cheated.

“So…” you start. “The bottle was definitely closer to Namjoon, you know? Anyone could tell.”

“I know,” he hums. “I could tell you wanted it to be me, though. And I really wanted it to be me.”

“Well in that case, what are you waiting for? Seems like the audience is getting impatient,” you giggle, prompting him to turn towards the living room where the entire group is anxiously anticipating when you’d both just make out.

“I don’t really care about them,” he says, walking closer to you then caging you by the counter. “I mean, I was hoping this wouldn’t be a quick one.”

Your thighs clench in reflex. He still has a bit of that teasing smirk on but he also looks quite serious, as if there’s a chance you’d turn him down, as if you haven’t been gazing at each other since the game.

Licking then biting your lips, you smile. “I don’t do quick kisses.”

“That’s good,” he smiles now, eyeing your lips. “Neither do I.”

He dives in right away and your eyes close the moment you feel his lips against yours, soft and electrifying as you expected. He starts slowly, loosely, giving you a chance to pull away if you want. But you don’t, craving for him instead as you try to keep him against you longer.

It becomes his cue to deepen the kiss and that’s when you feel the warmth of his breath and then, the warmth of his tongue, seeking entrance that you too quickly give. You feel him smile against you and you fall into it even more. Lips melding onto his, you savor every bit of him that you can taste. There’s bitterness from the beer but it’s a taste you could easily be addicted to. It’s him, after all, and he’s just as good as you imagined.

It’s a little daring for you, you could admit that. You’ve gone to parties and flirted around, kissed guys for fun and then walked away. You’ve never made out with someone right as you met them, though, and especially without even getting a proper conversation in. But Yoongi is captivating in a lot of ways and the way he tastes definitely doesn’t disappoint.

Just as you’re about to think of other things that would definitely make you even wetter, you feel his hand cup your cheek and he keeps it there, not so much to direct you where he wants but… to caress you, to savor you, especially as he keeps his steady pace.

He’s not rushing. He’s not asking for more, as his other hand remains clenched on the counter and his hip remains distanced from yours. He’s just going, feeling all that he can feel with this kiss and humming his satisfaction.

It’s your hands that can’t control themselves, as you grip his shirt and try to get him closer.

He does, but only for a while.

He pulls away and watches you open your eyes. There’s only a hint of disappointment in them. Perhaps like him, you just let yourself enjoy that moment. And it was a damn good one. You tasted sweet from the cocktail you had and there’s this comfort in the way your lips feltl against his. It’s quite addictive, and he applauds himself for not pushing to do more.

He thumbs your cheek one last time before his hand descends to cover yours that’s now gripping the counter.

“I’m Yoongi, by the way,” he smiles.

You burst in laughter and your head leans on his chest.

Cute, he thinks.

“And I’m ___,” you reply. “It’s nice to meet you. Finally.”

“You’ve been waiting for this, huh?” He cocks an eyebrow.

If this were any other cocky, self-absorbed guy, you wouldn’t indulge him. But that kiss alone told you that this man is so gentle, and you’d quite like to be a little vulnerable with him.

“Embarrassingly, I have. I saw you at the game and thought you were pretty hot,” you chuckle. “I asked Tae to introduce me to you.”

“Hmm,” Yoongi hums. “You wanna know what’s embarrassing? I saw you in the crowd and I couldn’t look away. I got hit by the ball because I didn’t hear my teammate calling me.”

The way your cheeks warm is immediate. How can he turn you on and then make you feel all giddy?

“That’s… pretty cute,” you giggle. “And not embarrassing at all.”

“I’d still prefer it if you don’t tell anyone.”

“Not a single soul,” you promise, smiling cheekily.

God, he’s so weak for your smile. How did he go about all 21 years of his life without this?

“Are you done?!” Jungkook yells from the other room. “We’ve been waiting on what’s gonna happen after you two made out like you’re the only ones in this place.”

The laughter tells you they’re just teasing.

“Well, we didn’t ask you to wait,” Yoongi turns back to tell them. “We could’ve gone on much longer.”

He turns to you questioningly. “If you want.”

“That’s an option,” you chuckle. “Or we can get out of here and figure it out?”

“Anything in mind?” He asks, standing up straight now.

You want to kiss him and straddle him and tear his shirt off and so much more. But you decide you want to start with the gentleness first. You think that if you look long enough, you’ll see it behind the nonchalance and unreadable expressions. Somehow you just know that whether it’s daring things like kissing an almost-stranger or talking about anything or gazing at each other’s eyes, Yoongi would be up for it. You’re here for the summer and you have time. And you definitely want to take your time with this one.

“Would you like to grab some coffee?” You look up at him, hoping he’s thinking the same.

“Just coffee?” He teasingly smiles.

“Yes, Yoongi. Just coffee.”

He nods and takes your hand. He walks with you to the living room where everyone is staring at both of you with a mix of shock and amusement. No one looks disappointed, though, and even Taehyung is wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“We’re going to a cafe,” Yoongi announces. “And for the record, this is the last time I’m ever playing this game.”

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STARS ALIGNED — # CHAPTER ONE !

#DESC. you followed the one cold star that you weren’t told to. your parents has always told you to follow your destiny and fate but the more you heard it, the more you travelled off of your future.

#PAIRS. aquamarine hoshino x gender neutral! reader. slight fem! oc x gender neutral! reader.

#WARNINGS. violence, murder, manipulation, swearing, suggestive themes, dark themes, yandere themes, etc.

#DESPAIROTS NOTE. i started this series in school ,,, 😭 also this chapter wont have a lot of info abt the hoshino siblings or mentions of them but as it progresses, they will appear as i have a project due friday. also its short lmfao.

WHEN LIFE HAS BEEN forcing everything on you, it has bound for you to be driven to manipulation and greed. you were the most desperate person for fame and someone to know who you actually are.

the form of 4stros made you shape a persona that only fans and friends would know, no one actually knew who you were and what your intentions were. to be fair, all you wanted was fame and revenge.

you wanted to kill the person who ruined you, who destroyed your childhood life. you were forced to grow up because of them and your brain was forced to create another personality.

besides the trauma you dealt with, 4stros has grown into a popular idol group. people inspired to be like the group, especially you.

[name] was the leader with multiple fans and love letters with to many creepy stalkers in other, dark places but for some reason, they didn’t get bothered by them.

[name] was an idol and actor, a real life prodigy in action. but who knows, they might use that to their advantage.

maybe help a boy who’s the child of ai hoshino, a popular idol. would they use them too, maybe the two would toy with eachother? who knows, this is your story, not mine.

[NAME] HAD MULTIPLE PEOPLE look down on them when they were younger due to being claimed “weird”, it didn’t bothered them, most things didn’t bother them besides when people actually know them.

“[name] san? you there?” yashiro queried, pink eyes dotting at their leader. [name] smiled at them with a nod, “yes, yashiro chan?” they replied with a tone that would mame fans swoon. yashiro giggled and pecked their cheek before jumping up.

oka opened the door, hair cut and tied into a ponytail with a book that had all their songs, haru and juno were behind her aswell. “juno chan!” yashiro called out and hugged the women, who blushed and mumbled as she hugged back.

[name] walked up to them after waving, “oka chan~ are you done with the new song?” they were quite close to the lyricists face, light red on her cheek as she nodded at the leader who smiled.

“yes, i have.” oka answered with an emotionless tone, the 5 friends have been together since younger days and they’ve all helped eachother through their hardships.

they’ve been 4stro for a 2 years (this is the 3rd year) and this song is for their anniversary, X/XX/2023.

fans all over the place has been waiting for this day to come, expressing their gratitude for them and their excitement all over the 4stro’s fanpage. the anniversary has sky rocketed because of st4rs, the fandoms name.

[name] gave a few instructions before their mother knocked on the door, “[name] san? are — oh! you guys are here! i just wanted to remind you guys that you have school!” their mother reminded quickly and waved at the four friends.

“thanks ma!” [name] gritted in between their teeth, pulling their bag up as the five friends left for school, not before hiding themselves into they got there.

even though getting to school was hard, the amount of times paparazzi has noticed them and tried to invade their life was harder.

especially being classmates with creeps too . . .

“juno chan!” yashiro dragged out the ‘chan’, having juno push yashiro away from her with an annoyed look, the idol group already in class. “yashiro san! leave me alone!” juno whined, clearly enjoying the way yashiro laughed.

haru lightly chuckled whilst oka watched intently before looking back down at her phone, [name] sighed and laid their head down on their desk, peoples mutters being the only thing they heard.

“oh, [name] san!” a familiar girl’s voice rang through their ears, like a gunshot, kana arima stood beside their desk, a smile plastered on her voice.

[name] sat up, their face changing from a scowl to a fake smile, “kana chan!” kana winked at them as [name] just sat there, the same smiled plastered onto their face.

“pleasure seeing you again.”

“pleasures all mine, [name] san.” the two conversed, the classmates just watching with res pigment on their cheeks, having multiple idols in the same room as them.

“you did your hair?” kana asked, pointing at the dyed streaks in [name]’s hair, they lead nodding with a bright smile, having someone to notice at their school.

“i did, kana chan! thank you for noticing.” kana just smiled with closed eyes back at the doll like idol, who’s face returned to a scowl for a second before the teacher came in.

obviously the scowl was noticeably from their friends as they were aware of [name]’s greed and hatred for others, they didn’t point it out since they were all selfish.

they weren’t good people.

and lying to themselves got them nowhere—unlike [name], who admits things are just the way they are.

juno was the most envious, yashiro was the laziest, oka was the most saddest, haru had the most pride, and [name] was the most greediest.

they couldn’t help it. everyone was a horrible person and the more you lie about it, the more ignorant you are. [name] couldn’t help it but feel rage because of them.

“do you remember ruby and aquamarine hoshino?” them. oh them, how could [name] forget them! [name] hated them and their mother, they couldn’t stand the two of them.

“yes, why?” kana grinned before sitting down, not explaining why she had asked. the thought dwelled into their mind, remembering the times that they had seen them.

you met them by visiting a studio where kana was acting at, and surprisingly the hoshino twins were there. “ah! is this one of your friends, kana chan?” you walked up to them with a smile.

ruby blinked at you before smiling, “i love your eyes!” she complimented you, giving a red tint on your cheek. “o - oh, um, thank you…?” “ruby hoshino!”

“and that’s my brother, aquamarine hoshino but most of us call him aqua!” runy answered with cheerfulness that you wish you had.

“nice meeting you, ruby chan, aqua kun. i’m [name] [lastname], the child of hima [lastname], the famous singer, pleasure.”

a dark glint was in your eyes and a smirk plastered on your face, sometimes you wished you could rewatch the face aqua made when he saw you change your personality.

it was delightful to never see them again as they made your blood boil, you couldn’t help it. they were naive people, and you hated naive people.

#kaz’s books. 🔭#000. stars aligned !#oshi no ko fanfic #oshi no ko x reader #oshi no ko #aquamarine hoshino fanfic #aqua hoshino x reader #aquamarine hoshino x reader #aquamarine hoshino #ruby hoshino #kana arima #akane kurokawa #project sekai au #miyako saitou #ai hoshino #ocs

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15 Lines of Dialogue Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Tagged by @thevikingwoman thank you!

These are from a wip and it’s Gwyn from dragons dogma 2. Putting below the cut for length.

1. “A senseless request when you are all that consumes my thoughts now.”

2. Ah, another pretty boy in distress. Shall I throw you over my shoulder then?”

3. “You can leave, if you wish. Know I would miss you dearly, if you choose that path, but my joy is brightest when you are defying what destiny has ordained for you.” She reaches up to tuck a stray hair behind his ear. “And you shine brightest when your actions are of your own volition.”

4. “Raise your hand against her again and I’ll wear your fingers as charms on a chain around my neck.”

5. “Now if I told you that, it would no longer be a well kept secret now, would it?”

6. “Do you three gossip about me as well while I am away?”

7. “Have you lost your senses?” She reels on him in the dark recesses of the dim lit halls, a draft sending a chill down her spine and raising the hairs on her neck. “Times such as these require playing the part of the feckless dullard. Either play the part with me or wait here.”

8. “No, it does not bother me that he takes Disa to his bed. In another world perhaps—“ She laughs. “I have always enjoyed a bit of sugar with my cream.”

9. “If this is my destiny,” she spits, fists balled in seething anger. “If this is only what I was made for in this world, then perhaps I should unmake this world.”

10. She hovers in the doorway, eyes fixated on the bandit leader. “You can milk him all day but I believe this billy goat is better repurposed for slaughter.”

11. “Fear grips my heart nearly every waking hour, but when we are yoked together, I know only courage.”

12. “Senseless from the moment I met you.” She tsks. “You are a fool to think my heart does not ache for you. Not just your touch but those words whispered and carried off by the winds during our midnight trysts.” She takes another brave step toward him. “I miss you and long for you. I did the night we met and even more so now.”

13. “Have you seen the view from here? How unfortunate to have been made arisen. I should have liked to have been made with wings.”

14. “I hear the brine calling and it sounds like it’s begging for supper,” she says and delivers an arrow to its eye.

15. “His objective is dubious at best but I admire him. Though I believe his thorough research methods could be used for better means, his spirit is unwavering in resolve.” She offers a wry grin. “And I’m not just saying that because he carries the same resolve in the bedroom.”

Tagging @ellstersmash @fangbangerghoul @lisa-and-shadow @myreia @staticpallour @a-cosmic-elf @roguelioness and anyone else who sees this and would like to do this for their oc (and no obligations of course)!

#15 lines of dialogue #bear writes #oc: Gwyn #dd2 #she is my life and my muse right now #thanks for the tag viking!#this one was really fun!

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html-nae · 10 months

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1610!Miles x fem!OC

Part 1 of the 1610!Miles x fem!OC

WC:1155

This is on a bus coming back from camp.

Miles was 16 and so was she.

Before Miles left for camp he imagined it would be him and three or four other dudes he hadn’t met yet.

Running around all summer, getting into trouble.

It turned out it would be him and just one girl.

Dior.

In their mind, they were still at camp as long as they were on the dull yellow bus and not at the pickup point where his dad would be waiting for him in his police uniform.

The bus was filled with kids in bright orange camp t-shirts that still smelled like pineneedles.

Miles liked her and she liked him, but Miles more-than-liked you.

He didn’t know if she did or didn’t feel the same way.

Dior never said anything, so he didn’t. And he hasn’t all summer.

He was content with enjoying the small miracle of a girl choosing to talk to him and choosing to do so again the next day and so on.

She was smart and funny and was willing to say something two or three times as stupid as Miles did if he was to say something dumb for a laugh.

Miles remembered the way her curly brown hair had a line running through it from where she put a tie to hold it up while it was still wet from her shower.

Back in the real world, they didn’t go to the same school.

Or maybe they did.

So in Miles’ mind. It was over for them.

Unless he said something.

There was no guaranteed success rate, but there was a guaranteed fail rate if he didn’t say something.

The sun was setting and the bus was starting to quiet down. Most kids choosing to sleep the rest of the ride there.

The two teens were talking in whispers about a tree they saw at a rest stop that looks like a kid sitting a couple seats in front of them. Dior giggles at another comparison Miles makes and his cheeks light up a dull red.

“Can I tell you something?”

Miles blurts out. It was too late for him to take anything back. Sure he could come up with something lame to say to cover up what he really wants to say, but there was a voice in the back of his head that was nagging him. Would Uncle Aaron think this would cool?

And all of a sudden the boy starts rambling, telling Dior what he really wanted. And he kept telling her. It all comes out of the afro-latino teen and it keeps coming.

Dior’s face is there and gone and there and gone as the bus passes underneath the orange lamps that line the sides of the highway. Her brown skin looked like it was glowing, and to Miles. It was.

Miles believes that after a point he’s just talking to lengthen the time where he lives in a world where Dior hasn’t answered him yet. And to his dismay, he uses the word destiny.

He couldn’t remember the context, he was too flustered to care.

After a while he’s out of stuff to say and Dior looks at him with a smile on her face, her cheeks a dull red.

“Okay.”

He didn’t know what she meant by Okay. But to him it seems positive.

Miles wanted to leave in order to not spoil the moment, but realization hit him when he remembered that there was nowhere to go and nowhere to sit. She was the only friend he had made at camp and he was also sitting by the window.

So he was trapped in a way.

He decided to lean his head against the window, not caring about flatting his hair in the process, and pretend like he fell asleep.

And before long he really is.

When he wakes up, the bus isn’t moving anymore.

The domed lights that line the center aisle are all on.

And Dior isn’t there.

The bus was parked in the parking lot of a church which happens to be the pickup point.

The bus is half empty.

In Miles’ mind, Dior was in her dad’s car. With her pack and things piled high in the trunk.

The girls in the back of the bus are shrieking and laughing and taking their time disembarking as Miles swings his long legs into the aisle to get off the bus.

One of the girls walks up and reaches his row.

Which used to be his and Dior’s row on their way off.

It’s Michelle.

A girl who got suspended from third grade for a week after throwing rocks at his head.

She stops and looks down at him, and her head is blasted from behind by the dome light, blinding Miles and making it hard to see her face.

But he saw her teasing smile.

“Destiny.”

She says.

Her and the girls clogging the aisles behind her all laugh as she leads them off the bus.

Miles sits there, almost taken aback at the sudden word.

Destiny.

Oh.

He didn’t know you were friends with them.

Miles finds his dad in the parking lot, standing in front of his police cruiser with a smile on his face.

Hesitantly, the Morales boy gets in the car and his dad starts the drive home.

And camp is over.

So is summer.

Even though there’s two weeks until school starts.

With a quick and small Hola to his mother, Miles walks past and shuts the door to his room with his sketchbook clutched tight in his hand.

His room looks the same as he left it, the same markers out on his desk and the same pair of Jordans are thrown around on the floor haphazardly disregarding any safety measures.

Miles sets his sketchbook on his desk and takes a seat in the small spinny chair that creaks any time there's pressure on the cushion seat.

The teen is quick to snatch his headphones off their post and swats off the dust that had built up in their months of not being used.

The sounds of pages being flipped filled the room, Miles looks almost desperate to get to a clean page to release all the emotions flowing through his mind.

He finally reaches what seems to be a clean page, and he almost sighs in relief as he reaches to grab a pencil to begin his sketch.

Then he pauses, the page isn’t fresh. It’s already been used.

By Dior.

(xxx)xxx-xxxx. I miss you already Miles. Text me when you see this <3 - Dior.

He scrambles to grab his phone and type in the skew of numbers that litter the page in front of him. His fingers type out his message cautiously before hitting send and throwing his phone onto his bed, scared to see what Dior might respond with.

Miles

You told them?

Delivered

#spider man #miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles #earth 42 miles x reader #miles x reader #spiderman x y/n #across the spiderverse #miles molares #gwen stacy #across the spider verse spoilers #spiderman #miles morales #miles x oc #spiderverse oc #into the spider verse

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bonsaiiiiiii-fics · 5 months

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Eggs

Is it destiny? Is it a coincidence? But especially, What should she do now that the person she has been looking for doesn’t exist anymore?

Words: 5300-ish

Genre: fluff, slice of life. a bit of angst too? cos memories and stuff…no trigger warnings mentionable.

Fandom: Thunderbirds are go!2015

Characters: boi, all of ‘em! We also have Lucille, and I sprinkled in some oc’s!

Special mention: thank you to @louthestarspeaker for lending me her Laurie, your girl has been an absolute delight to write!

This story is kinda weird, and I don’t know if there’s gonna be a continuation or not. I just had an idea, wrote it down and here we are! Nothing serious, just for fun/writing again/passing the time. Don’t @ me, if you read it and discover you don’t like it, leave it where it is and back tf away slowly. (just for precaution. moots i don’t wanna bite ur ass <3)

Ao3 link

"...Is it too late to back up now?" She asks timidly, grimacing and taking a small step away from the door. Gran Roca Ranch. At least that's what it says on the billboard at the entrance. "Probably she isn't even here anymore!"

"Nope." Laurie answers her first question, a haunting hand hovering on the door. "This is the time to act like that amazing, confident, person that you are, no ifs, ands or buts about it." She tries to fight her best friend when she gets a grip of her hand, forcing her to depart it from the door the farthest possible. "And you- ugh!, you won't know if you don't knock!" She grunts, noticing just how strong Quinn can be. Seriously, she eats tacos and smoothies all day, how the hell does she manage to keep it if she's as slim as a twig? Genes?

"Well I need a reinforcement taco before this!" Quinn forces through gritted teeth. "And what do you think I'm going to tell her, hey! I'm your donor baby and I'm here to flip your life upside down?" She rolls her eyes, adjusting her sunglasses. "What if she doesn't even want to see me?"

"If she left you her address in the envelope, then I think she wanted you to find her."

"Well, I'm not ready to find out just yet!"

"Not that you can help it, you know. You're screeching so loud I think all the neighborhood heard you." Laurie says, hands on her hips and a false innocent smile on her face, the plan morphed into her mind taking action. "And if she hasn't heard you before, she surely will hear this now!" And with that awful sentence she rings on the doorbell, doing what Quinn tried stopping her from doing until now.

The blonde girl, in return, starts by gawking at her with her eyes almost out of their sockets and a jaw so low you could store an entire cake inside her mouth, then punches her -not so lightly- on a shoulder, making Laurie gasp at the pain and the sudden movement. "Traitor!" She spits, just seconds before the door opens, revealing...

"Uh..." Kayo falters, taking in the scene in front of her very eyes upon opening the door. There's two women, soft blonde waves and some midnight black locs, arms tangled in each other, more like the blonde is trying to strangle her friend and the latter is trying to defend herself, both looking awkwardly at her. "Can I...help you?" She asks tentatively, her eyebrow raised, studying them intently. The blonde is holding an envelope in her hand, and now that she looks at her...the resemblance is dangerously familiar to someone...

"Uh!" Quinn gasps, detangling from her best friend and just smiling broadly, as if nothing happened. "Hi, my name is Quinn, and this is Laurie."

"Hi, Quinn and Laurie. So, what can I help you with?" Kayo repeats, her patience wearing thin. Who are these two strangers? This isn't pizza delivery! She mentally prays that it’s not another string of paparazzi striving to secure an interview, them being the first two of a long queue. Even if the Tracy’s like to be reserved about their whereabouts, the paps’ job is to unveil, tell and write as many tales as possible, and this requires some great investigative skills, for example finding Jeff Tracy’s old house. It’s not the first time paparazzi are at their door, and it certainly won’t be the last.

"Um," Quinn clears her throat, shifting from embarrassed to confident, again, that spark in her eye that looks dangerously familiar. Now that Kayo thinks about it, if Gordon was to have a female counterpart, Quinn would be embodying it. "I'm looking for Lucille Collins. Does she, um, live here?"

Now this leaves Kayo dumbfounded.

And with a lot of questions.

How does she know? Why is she looking for her? Could it be...?

"Um. Excuse me." Is all Kayo can say to excuse herself and close the door in their faces, now leaving both girls with a fish out of water face.

"What was that?" Quinn asks, her cordial smile still plastered on her face, but one eye twitching in incredulousness.

"I don't...know?" Laurie is smiling too, holding her still painful shoulder. They both look at each other, and this is the moment when Laurie knows Quinn's about to lose control.

"So who was it at the door? Did the pizza delivery read our minds before we could place the order?" Gordon asks smugly, a note of curiosity in his voice.

"That would be so dope!" Alan adds, leaning forward in his chair so his arms come to rest on his lap.

Kayo, however, doesn't seem to hear them as she clears her throat, ready to drop whatever bomb this is on them.

"Are you okay, Kayo? You look like you've seen a ghost." Virgil butts in, obviously concerned about her losing all the color in her face.

"There's two women at the door, they're looking for Mrs. Tracy, and I don’t mean Grandma." She says as neutrally as possible, not seeming to avoid massaging her arm awkwardly in the process. "What am I supposed to do?"

Nobody answers her, and the silence is so audible you can hear the indistinct chatting of the women still at the door, probably debating on whether to stay and just vanish from the premises from the heat of it.

"Huh." Jeff mutters, taking the situation in his own hands. "I think I know what this is about. Help me up, please." He asks no one in particular, Scott jumping up from his armchair like it's on fire, instantly by his father's side. "Thank you, son. Take me to the door."

"If we disappear silently, she probably won't even know we were there! We can say she just imagined it! Or that I'm the, uh, mailman?" Quinn tries, shrugging her shoulders in the process.

"I don't think she would believe you, you're not exactly dressed up as one." Laurie counters, eyeing her short romper.

"Gasp," she audibly gasps. "Are you trying to say I look ugly?"

"If the shoe fits." She winks at her bestie, earning a glare from her.

"I hate you."

"No you don't."

A sound near the front door, like a crane tapping on the floor, makes both straighten their backs up, standing like soldiers in wait for their general. Moments later, Jeff Tracy himself, accompanied by his son, opens the door, and the girls just...stare.

"Uh, Quinn? I think we got the wrong house..." Laurie recognizes immediately the man standing in front of her, seemingly unlike Quinn, that flashes him and his exact same, younger copy, her dimpled smile.

"Hiiiii!" She tries a more energetic approach. "I'm Quinn, and this is Laurie." She gestures to her bestie, who is looking mildly uncomfortable, deeming it necessary to introduce themselves again. "We're looking for-"

"I know." Jeff nods. "You must be her daughter. Co-"

"HUH!?" Scott gasps, involuntarily interrupting his dad who side looks at him. "What!? Her what??" He looks wide eyed at her, then at his dad, then back again at her.

She seems to ignore his apparent outburst. "Yeah, something like that. So, does she live here?" If there's one thing to know about Quinn Prescott is that she gets straight to the point. And eats tacos nonstop, apparently.

Jeff is silent, a pang of sadness visible on his face. "Come in." He replies to her question, stepping aside - and forcing Scott, as still as a statue, to do the same - and welcoming them in what used to be Luci's house. Scott disappears right back in, probably to warn everyone of the unexpected new visitor invading their home, or to prepare them psychologically for this, leaving the girls to let themselves in without too many ceremonies, Quinn taking off her paperboy hat and just holding it in her hand as Jeff slowly accompanies them to the living room, where everyone is gathered.

"Holy shmeesus!" Is the first thing she mutters to Laurie upon seeing all these people, wondering just now that maybe she got the wrong house. But if she did, the man living inside it wouldn't let them in, right? She's probably not home at the moment, yeah, that's it. One thing for sure, the room is loaded with people and every single one of them seem to be looking- no, gawking, at her. Expecting her to be joking about the matter. There's the woman that opened the door the first time, the man that opened it the second, 5 other men and a old lady. And not to mention this house is gigantic. Dam, egg mama's loaded!

Everyone is so still, the silence is so deafening, like they can't believe their eyes; she manages to get a sound from them all, a collective general gasp, after her sunglass lenses fade back to clear, not sensing any sunlight inside, revealing her warm brown eyes.

"It's uncanny." Scott mutters, breaking the silence.

"It's mom." Virgil backs him up, just gaping at her. She shares his same eyes, and, well, mom's. Come to think about it, she is mom, just a different smile, skin tone, and some round glasses added.

"What is this, dad?" Scott confronts their dad, wanting, needing, to know more. A perfect stranger, with the same appearance as their mother, comes at their door, searches for her, and apparently she's her daughter? And seemingly, Jeff knows about it all.

Jeff in reply looks at Quinn, holding out a hand towards her as if to show she's there. "Want to do the honors?"

She nods, taking in a deep breath. "So...I'm Lucille's donor baby, and I'm invading your lives!" She jokes, to then immediately facepalm, followed by a nervous chuckle from Laurie, accompanied by a head shake. "Hehe, sorry...I always joke when I'm nervous, I don't know why I do that." She first scratches her jaw, then behind her ear, handing Jeff the envelope she carried until now, covering her lap with her checkered white and brown hat. "But that's about it. The address listed in her description was this one."

"Yeah, I know who you are already." Despite this statement, he still opens the envelope, suddenly invaded by his eldest three sons that read over his shoulder too, reading indeed his late wife's name, but another as well. "I just didn't think you'd even show up, even if she hoped to see you."

"She does?" She smiles, her dimples showing. She unconsciously side glances at Laurie, which shoots her a timid thumbs up.

"She did." He corrects her, the pain in his words leading her to lose the dimples she shares with Scott.

"Um, care to explain for those who can't understand the situation?" Alan butts in, knowing the heaviness of the situation but now how to decipher it.

"Yeah, like, we just got mom's clone and then what?" Gordon counters.

Just when she wants to speak, Jeff looks again at her, prodding her silently to explain herself. It's her situation, and she gets to take it into her own hands as she wants.

"So, from what my parents told me, they weren't able to conceive, so they picked out donors from both sides; Lucille was my egg donor, while Clinton was my sperm donor. I don't really know anything about them, my parents told me about it just recently and recommended that I speak personally with them first, but without them I wouldn't exist, so...ta-daaa!" She slightly enlarges her hands, waving her open hands up and down.

"Well, you surely took your time." Jeff comments sarcastically, loosening her stiff shoulders a little.

"That's cool! Is it something like out of a lab?" Alan asks, earning a side glare from Virgil.

"Egg and sperm donors have existed for a long time, you know?" The second eldest points out to him in a scolding tone.

"I didn't know about the egg ones, Virg!"

"Me either Virg! We're not all medical like you." Gordon, as always, speaks as if he and Allie are the same.

"Pardon my sons," this sentence from Jeff seems to override their sons'. "They're just curious about you, she never spoke to them about you."

"How to blame her?" Grandma says, laughing gently. "She didn't expect the gal to even show up. She just did a good deed." She gets up, sitting on an armrest of the armchair Virgil sat back on, patting gently his shoulder.

"That she did." Jeff looks at her, drinks her in with those silver eyes of his. Yep, she's Lucille's spitting image: long blonde hair, chocolate brown eyes, same nose, same lips. The only thing changing is a golden skin tone, complimenting perfectly her eyes and hair and making her look like a golden ember, and the way she smiles; even if she has Luci's lips and dimples, she smiles differently, a charming and 'I'm sexy and I know it' kind of smile instead of Luci's warm and harmless one. "You look a lot like her." He says after a long while, in which she seems content basking in the attention. She knows she's beautiful, she probably has an overly big ego, and the fact this family is feeding it is rather nice to her.

"Yeah, Laurie says I'm her spitting image. Uh, from the pictures I found in the envelope."

"I'm sorry, but you won't be able to see her anytime, I'm afraid." He says.

She doesn't seem to read between the lines. "Oh, yeah, I totally get it! She has another family now, not that I was her family before, but I get it, no worries. Just tell her I've been here." She gets up, dusting absent-mindedly her dress and hat.

"No, you don't get it." Jeff is finding all the strength in himself to say the words long dreaded in the Tracy household. "She passed some time ago." He lets out after a long, painful, sigh.

"Oh." She mutters, to then plop back down. "Can I ask for how long?"

"Almost 20 years."

She gets silent, a lot of thoughts whirling in her brain, but she pushes them aside for her to think about them later. "I'm sorry for your loss."

"I'm sorry too." He raises his eyes to look at her. "She wanted to meet you, she really did."

"Well...I wouldn't be me if I didn't keep my always being late rap, right?" She tries to crack a joke, earning a cheeky smile from everyone, even a tiny laugh from the tinies.

"Oh, preach!" Laurie exclaims, happy that her friend finally noticed.

"So, what is it you do in life, Quinn?" Jeff changes subject after she so helpfully contributed in raising the spirits back up; unfortunately, Lucille has always been a tough topic to talk about after her passing, and probably this is just what they needed now that they're all back together.

"Oh, I just got into college, Columbia."

"Ah, Ivy League! Impressive! Major?"

"Programming."

"I see. Well, I wish you best of luck on your journey."

"Thank you, um, Mr..." She just now realizes she never properly caught his name, nor the others'; it sure looks like a wide family, though.

"Oh! We didn't introduce ourselves, sorry! We were just so caught by everything..." He immediately apologizes, getting up not without any help from his second eldest. "I'm Jeff Tracy." Once in front of Quinn, who just got up too, he extends his hand for her to shake it, and notices she has a very tight grip, too.

"Huh, Tracy you say?" Quinn is silent for a second, an eyebrow raised to try and remember when she heard that name before, while Laurie, once her suspicions (that weren't so suspicious) got confirmed, draws in a shaky breath, not understanding why in the Heavens her bestie doesn't realize how lucky she is to even breathe the same expensive air as these business tycoons. And, yeah, International Rescue themselves. "I like it. I assume you are- uh, were..."

"Yeah, her husband. These are our kids. Boys?" He calls out for them to get up and present themselves, to which they oblige dutifully.

Scott is the first one to present himself, his grip somewhat strong, but not menacing. He saw the description, everything true to the minimal detail, and the fact she's their mom's spitting image contributes greatly to the cause, as if she was cloned, and their dad seems to know and support of this situation; however, he still doesn't know if she's lying, faking it all, and found sensible information, touched a nerve who could bring them down, his Commander brain gearing up for action. He, alas, has complete faith in dad, and in John, who didn't go unnoticed by Scott as he briefly excused himself to go to the bathroom, secretly fulfilling the eldest' order to run a background check on her. He notices her firm grip too, complete with the fact she either doesn't seem to care, or is oblivious to the pinning, calculating stare he's giving her, flashing him a taste of his own medicine, killer dimples. Yep, truly mom's child.

The next in line is Virgil, who takes her hand softly and shakes it gently, and she swears he's like massaging it or something, because she finds instantly relief from a throbbing she didn't even notice until it passed, truly magical. They both get lost in the eyes they both share the color of, mom's color, and both wonder how one could be a spitting image of the other. Virgil is calm, trusting, not wanting to start any rumors or thoughts, just trusting what the person in front of him is saying. Like, how could she lie with those eyes? He swears he's looking at mom who came back to life and waltzed back into their lives.

Gordon pops up next, and damn! If she thought to be Lucille's spitting image, from that little description pic, then this man is taking it up a notch! Same features, different gender. It's almost frightening. Gordon, on the other hand, is totally unaffected by any negative thoughts and emotions, just excited to hear about this new, strange thing, egg donation, and the fact that a new sibling is added to their family, even if she's just a half-sibling. It's still something from mom, and everything from mom is precious right now.

Alan is quick in presenting himself with a fist bump, a gesture that Quinn loves gladly, evolving it into a weird bro hand salute Alan seems to be on board with, professionalism not necessary right now. After all, if she’s in college right now…same as him! They’re college buddies!

Last but not least brother, John, shaking briefly her hand and directing a hidden thumbs up at Scott, who nods and exhales briefly, his worries dissolving temporarily.

Kayo is up, her way of shaking hands translated into shoving a tablet into Quinn's face, that shrugs and places her thumb on it, more than calm about the fact that they can't get money from her as she's broker than a broken record, having invested her last savings in...tacos. Kayo swiftly nods, and Quinn just shrugs, before she gets presented to the next person.

A sweet old lady, who seems very spirited. “Hello, gal! Well, I’ll be damned, you’re her spitting image!” This makes Quinn crack a wide smile, the girl identical in her biological mother even in these simple gestures. "I'm Sally, but you can call me Grandma. I'm the boys' grandmother and Jeff's mother. It's nice you finally joined us." To unknot her nerves, Grandma gently squeezes Quinn's shoulder, to which the girl looks at her warmly. This woman, this part of her newfound family, has this capacity to melt her worries and insecurities away in a way...familiar to her, like it's been done to her since she was born.

"Don't blame her too much, she has this knack for always showing up late." Laurie butts in the conversation after being presented too to the boys, daring to see if a joke can fix up the mood.

"I call it being fashionably late." Quinn replies, swooshing a strand of hair behind her shoulder smugly.

Grandma laughs heartily. "I know a thing or two about it. Between us, but...your mother was always fashionably late too." She confesses to the girls, Quinn gaping a little.

"See?" She triumphantly points out. "It's all in the genes!"

Laurie laughs too, looking at her bestie. “Don’t give her excuses now, or it’ll get to her head!”

Quinn is about to counterattack with a not too ladylike answer, when another voice joins in the conversation again. "Clinton Smith?" She turns to look at Jeff, which looks at the envelope then at her.

“Oh, yeah, that’s my donor dad. Or at least that’s all I know about him, I haven’t visited him yet.” She replies, looking somewhere else with a bitter smile, that doesn’t go unnoticed by Jeff.

“Is he…unavailable too?” He tries this word, not having enough guts built up to say that word, that nefarious word he wishes he never had to say to describe his wife.

“Actually…I don’t know?” She replies questionably back, scratching her neck in the process. “I haven’t been able to find him at all. Either he vanished, or he doesn’t want to be found, or…yeah.”

“Doesn’t want to be found…why is that?” Jeff asks back, trying to understand more from that situation; maybe he can help, he can ‘rescue’ her if she wants to.

“Well, there’s his name, but no address. But I suppose if he didn’t want to be found, then he wouldn’t have wanted his name to be added to that document, because it’s supposed to be for me to read once I came of age.” She plops down to her previous seat, crossing her arms with a focused frown painted on her face, the upper lip touching her nose septum, her dimples visible and her eyes looking upwards, painting Lucille’s face with an almost childish and exaggerated undertone. “I know I’m very late in searching for them since I got the documents, but if you don’t want your child to know anything about you, then…you cancel everything they might know about you, right?”

“I don’t know exactly, it never happened to me…” He replies ironically, earning a broad smile from his boys, a sign that they had a father from the start that cared about them and loved them deeply. “But if you want to get to know him, we can help you out.”

She widens her eyes slightly. “Really? You don’t have to…”

“Yeah, of course! Family is important, and if you want to know exactly who both of your biological parents are it’s perfectly normal! I just happen to know a detective that can help you out on this, that is if you accept our help.” He states tentatively, knowing he doesn’t have any ‘power’ over her, despite her being Lucille’s first child and only daughter, her only female lineage, making her very precious; but at the same time he knows that he can’t force her to be a part of their lives just because she’s family by blood, she has another adoptive family that love her and raised her to be the woman she is now. The decision to be a Tracy must belong to Quinn and Quinn only. “And, of course, I’ll tell you more about your biological mother as well.”

“Well…” Quinn takes it all in, pondering deeply which answer she should give in return and moving her gaze to the floor. She knows that if she replies positively, this means she’ll come in contact with part of her biological family again, but she also knows that this decision is totally up to her, just like before when Jeff allowed her to explain who she was and why she was connected with this family. The question is, does she want to be part of this family? She already has another one, the one that has been there with her from the start, waiting for her at home. Can she replace them so easily? Being part of more than a family at once, even her biological dad’s side, is it possible? Does it mean that if she chooses to do this, she’ll have to leave her ‘old’ family behind, or can she rotate between one family and the other on random days?

“I’m sorry…” She finally comes up with an answer. “...but I have to think about it. This thing about Lucille has been a huge blow for me, and I’m not saying this because she…well, passed, but I think it would have been a blow even if today I would’ve gotten to talk to her. I received the document just recently…and…you guys…”

“Don’t apologize at all, Quinn, it’s understandable.” This is the first time that man calls her by her name. it’s…strange. “You have yet to elaborate all of this, and we’re here when, if, you’ll be ready to talk to us again.”

“Thank you.” Quinn smiles fondly at Jeff, and for the first time since she smiled at him, it seems like Lucille is smiling at him again after 19 long years where the world has been deprived of his wife’s warm and innocent smile. Another person notices, and where Jeff forces himself to keep the tears in, Virgil can’t manage to, a single, lonely, tear leaving a trail down his cheek but a happy smile painted on his chiseled face, Scott and John reaching out to place a hand on each of his shoulders, sharing the same emotion he’s feeling in seeing that smile, happy that they got the wish to see their mother’s smile one last time, even if it’s not their mother that’s in front of them right now. She captivated with that dimpled smile of hers everyone in the room, not just Jeff and his second eldest, and she doesn’t even notice it, how similar but how different she is from her biological mother. She glimmers with that smile.

“So…I’ll go home now, I think I already spent too much of your time.”

“Believe me,” Jeff starts, raising himself up to his feet and prompting his eldest and Quinn to do the same. “This time has been very well spent.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for dinner?” Alan, surprisingly, asks, like it’s not the first time he makes this question. Surprisingly, because he doesn’t feel the same way as his brothers and dad; sure, he saw mom’s photos, but she unfortunately doesn’t have the same place in his heart like it does for everyone else of them, since he didn’t have the opportunity to grow up with her, leaving the surprisingly vivid picture of her with an eerie heaviness over it, almost as if, everytime he looks at his mom, it’s like he’s worshiping a Goddess. It used to be like this with his dad too, before he returned from the deserted and secluded place he was left in for all these years, just after mom’s death…for as long as he can remember before things changed, his dad disappeared, his mom left them, and he was essentially an orphan growing up with his brothers, under Scott’s guardianship over nothing more than a toddler. But now that he looks at things under another perspective…it’s bad to say, but she also will never get the chance to meet her, didn’t get the chance to grow up with her either, and will always look at her photo to remember where she came from…they’re similar, if not the same, in this. Maybe they can help each other.

“Yeah, we have pizza!” Gordon butts in too, visibly perturbed by her departure.

“If you remember to place the call to order it.” John points out like usual with a raised eyebrow, earning an eye roll from his younger pufferfish sibling.

“I’d love to, but my parents are waiting for me at home.” Quinn turns towards Jeff, as if to seek some approbation from the Commander Supreme. “Another time, maybe?”

He nods, waiting for his two youngest sons’ faint oh’s to dissipate before speaking again. “We are more than happy to welcome you again. You can take my contact or one of my sons’, so that you can have your way of reaching out when you’re ready to.” He offers, glancing at his sons that all nod.

“Yeah, that would be a great idea. I hope you won’t mind if I take my time in…”

“Ah, no worries! We’re more than happy to help.” Jeff replies while he scribbles something on a paper, probably his comm link or his number; once he’s finished, instead of passing it to Quinn he raises it somewhere on his right, Virgil taking the paper and scribbling something on it too. “Once you’re ready, reach out to us, here’s our contacts.” Once the paper is in Jeff’s hands again, after it being passed through some brothers, he hands it over to Quinn, who takes it gladly, folding it and tucking it into her romper’s pockets.

“Well, then, I’ll leave you to your dinner. Thank you for everything, and it’s been a pleasure meeting you.” Quinn bows her head slightly, smiling warmly to everyone.

“It’s a pleasure for us too, and it was nice meeting you too, Laurie.”

“Are you living far from here? Do you need one of us to accompany you?” Virgil asks, his ever caring spirit always present.

Quinn shoots a quick glance to Laurie, which in the meantime has almost teleported to her side; in exchange, Laurie raises her eyebrows and glances to the side, Quinn responding to her by shrugging slightly, and this ‘conversation’ goes on for a bit, all the while Virgil looks confused at them, then at his father.

“It’s a girl’s way of communicating, boys. You wouldn’t know.” Grandma intercepts the question marks in Virgil’s mind, talking to everyone.

“Well,” Quinn’s voice makes them all turn towards her and her bestie, who is smiling. “She’s coming back home with me, and we live just here across the neighborhood, so we’ll manage on our own, thank you anyways.”

“Perfect then. We hope to see you soon again, and I wish you good luck again on your journey. Please say hi to Bentley from me, and tell her I’m sorry I didn’t get to visit her and Charlie.” The procession has finally arrived at the door, escorting warmly their newfound family member out.

Quinn smiles as a sign of gratitude, before dropping her jaw to the floor and widen her eyes. “You know my parents?”

“Of course! Me and Luci have known them for a very long time now, we’ve been to school together, but we lost contact after we started working and had our children.”

“Oh…!” Quinn replies, then looks at the floor and smiles. “Sure, I’ll let them know.” She looks at Jeff with that smile on again. That warm smile that makes her dangerously familiar in his eyes.

“Well then, thank you for coming by. It was truly needed.”

“You’re kidding me? Thank you for having me!”

Once they finish bidding their farewells and the door closes, making them depart from the ranch, she turns towards her bestie, her smile radiant. “Girl, that was…”

“I’d say it was a success, but you didn’t find your mom.” Laurie counters, matching her newfound speed towards Quinn’s home. “Why are we running?”

“Well, but my parents are supposed to know her well, and I have all these step-brothers. And…oh, don’t brag.”

“We have no reason for running!” Laurie hisses, out of breath, her long locs whirling in the wind. “They can help you find your biological father too. Maybe you have some brothers or sisters from there too.”

“Well…” They both pant profusely, finally arriving at their destination; Quinn also lets out a deep sigh. “I don’t know…I gotta talk to my parents. I want to know them, but…having them in my life…ugh! I need tacos.”

“Nu-huh. We’re home now and we’re eating what your parents made. Stop spending your life savings on tacos, bestie.” Laurie ushers Quinn towards the entrance door, forcing the latter to get the keys out to open it with another deep sigh. “And if talking with your parents is what you need…just, think about it. They are pretty important after all.”

“Hm?” Quinn says after greeting her parents loudly, announcing them she’s back home. “They’re just my biological half-brothers and their dad. Yeah, they’re important, but-” “Girl,” Laurie interrupts her with a serious face, making Quinn furrow her eyebrows in confusion. “You have no idea who they are, do you?”

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The Forest Calls

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Authors Note: No one asked for this angst. Song for this chapter is Would That I by Hozier.

You were digging in the greenhouse of Nevermore Academy when the voice came to you. The same voice of the same woman from all those years ago, The forest calls. It’s time to come home.

Long ago, you gave up battling the destiny that the forest bestowed upon you. You took a deep breath, pushing yourself up off the ground. You couldn’t deny that getting around wasn’t as easy as it used to be. Forty years you spent as the greenhouse keeper and botany professor at Nevermore. You didn’t realize today would be your last day.

You left the gardening tools in the sink and wandered up to the library where the retired headmistress would certainly be reading a book. You both spent so many years at Nevermore that Larissa Weems found it hard to fully retire. Rather she kept up the library in her golden years.

You smile as you see her tall form resting in an arm chair. Glasses rested on the bridge of her nose as her eyes scanned the pages of a book in her hands. You watched her for a moment, appreciating all the beauty she still held. Her eyes caught you staring, as they usually did, “Hello, troublemaker.”

“Hi, hon.” You smile, making your way to the armchair opposite her. You settle into it and grin wide at your wife as you always did, “Good day?”

“Always. And you?” She asks, eyes still resting on the pages of her book.

“I might go for a walk. The forest is calling.”

Your words gather her attention and a smile tugs at the corners of her lips. That was such a Fern thing for you to say, “Okay, honey. Be back for dinner.”

“I love you, my sequoia.”

“I love you, my Fern.”

———

You never came back.

Rowan was the one to find you. She fell to her knees when she found you, weeping by your body. She hated this part of immortality- losing those who she had always been destined to outlive. Your body lay surrounded by the Council of 12 Cedars, cushioned by soft sphagnum moss. Truly, you would have never wanted a different grave.

Larissa was beside herself. Larissa would have told anyone that she would pass first. She didn’t find it fair that you should be the one to go first when she was a decade older. It was hard for loneliness to find her, however. For Violet and Althea would never allow loneliness to befall their beloved mother.

Violet had been living in London, raising your grandchildren there with her husband, another shapeshifter. She had three boys. Those boys were Larissa and your reasons for breathing. They had been impossibly adored by the two of you with pictures of them or their art hanging in every corner of the house. Vi had a successful career in fashion and was just as sweet and thoughtful as she was as a girl.

Althea, who now went by Al, lived in Wisconsin running the old family farm. She lived with your father who was still alive at 97. She had taken many pages from Auntie Rowan’s book and remained untethered as your fearless, spitfire of a daughter. Her passion remained in farming and while she didn’t have your powers, she continued your tradition of helping all the local farmers.

———

Your funeral was a large affair, attended by many of your wonderful students from the years past. More importantly, your original Advanced Botany class was in attendance. Enid, Wednesday, Bianca, Eugene, Yoko, Ajax, and Xavier had their own special reunion with Larissa, just to share how special it was getting to see your relationship unfold with Larissa in front of them. The Addams Clan was also in attendance, you would have loved to have seen them in all their wonderful strangeness.

Both of your daughters spoke at your funeral. Their words were filled with love and admiration for the life you led.

Just as Rowan had at your first funeral all those years ago, she sat right by Larissa in the front row, arm-in-arm. They comforted one another now as they did then. Their hands gripped one another and Rowan even cried in front of her, giving Larissa one of her most treasured memories of when the vampire first cried before her. Never would they have believed that their friendship could have ever been forged from you coming to Nevermore.

As the funeral ended, Larissa stood there, a daughter on each arm. They each laid a water lily on your grave and Larissa couldn’t help but smile when she thought of some of your last words, “The forest called her home.”

#stately sequoia #larissa weems #gwendoline christie #wednesday netflix #fanfic #oneshot #larissa weems x oc #the cedars have eyes #violet and rose #larissa weems angst #angst #fern rogers #ferissa

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Pillars of salt, pillars of sand: Aegon x oc (aemond x oc) Chapter 8: Of Wives and Kings

CONCEPT: You were once a princess, now you are Aemond's prisoner. You are taken to King's Landing to bend the knee to Aegon

WARNINGS FOR READING: This fanfiction is dark. It will contain themes as: Non-con, dub-con, dom/sub themes, murder, torture, blood, graphic descriptions of sex, graphic descriptions of murder and graphic description of torture. As well as animal abuse, war crimes, genocide, massmurder, sadism, power-abuse and incestious relationships, as well as mentions of pregancy, abortion and childloss Warnings will be updated as the fic goes on.

Footsteps approach you and your aunt as you turn your head.

Ser Criston Cole approaches, his white cloak swirling behind him. You gulp as you take in his grumpy expression and his deep sighs before he approaches his queen and you. He does not need to say it. He is here for you to fetch you for the King.

Helaena looks at your wrists and abruptly releases you, as if she burned herself. She is clearly shocked and terrified that she was capable of that. Ser Criston bows before his queen. ‘’My Queen.’’

The way he speaks of her is full of respect and servitude. Servitude he would never grant your mother. You do your best to learn as much as possible about your enemies as you can. Ser Criston Cole is a devoted enemy. Cruel if need be. If he had silver hair, one would consider him a son of Maegor. ‘’Princess.’’ His voice is firm and the title stings as poison on his tongue and lips.

You nod, respectfully and wipe your tears away. You will not have your enemies laugh at your misery. ‘’Ser Criston.’’ Your mother taught you that handling insults with grace and poise is better than any insult you can throw at someone.

‘’My Queen, your grace…’’ Helaena hums before walking back into the keep, smiling broadly, yet she keeps scratching her head. There is blood on her fingers. She is an oddball perhaps. Who would not be? Perhaps you will be just like her when you are married to Aegon.

You watch as your aunt heads to her chambers, to the staircase. See Criston speaks softly reminding you of your destiny. ‘’His grace the king wants your presence in the throne room.’’ You rather not see him again today. Or any of the Greens. Helaena's grief seems genuine. But she is the only one. The others are celebrating.

You rather spend the remainder of the day in the gardens, before being led into a dungeon cell to spend the night. ‘’Tell his grace I am not feeling well, and have decided to take a moment of rest in the gardens. Surely after all that his brother put me through he can sympathize.’’ You lean in closer. ‘’I am not a fool. You taught Aemond well. You understand, that if you have a hand into something as this again, you won’t have hands left?’’

At first the commander is furious with your threats. But then he becomes amused that you, a timid little lady, is insulting and threatening him, a big strong soldier. ‘’What happened to the bastard-’’ Cole laughs, correcting himself when you glare.

‘’To Prince Lucerys, was a tragedy bound to happen. Yet I had no part in it. The boy lacked discipline and proper manners. You and all of Rhaenyra’s childrens do. I hope his grace the King can teach you some proper manners. I will look forward to do the day you are nothing but a shell, a corpse of the person you used to be, haunting these halls you once were comfortable enough to call home.’’ You tremble with anger after he is done speaking.

He straightens his back and his fortitude returns, as does his heart that beats for his duty. ‘’I was ordered to bring you there, my lady. One way or another.’’ He is threatening you now. You cross your arms over your belly and glance at him, your brows raised.

You raise your chin the way you've seen your mother do dozens of times. Calm and with poise. ‘’I am a princess, not a lady.’’ You remind him kindly. ‘’Regardless, you should not speak to me in this way.’’

A shadow falls over both of you as someone approaches. The birds stop singing, or the sound just fades to nothing. You watch as Aemond Targaryen struts into the garden. ‘’Aegon is getting impatient.’’ He announces when he has finally slithered his way over to you and is standing in front of you. He nods to the doors and waits for you to raise as a obedient little dog.

Cole is furious that Aemond dares to make him seem as if he's incapable of collecting the hostage himself. ‘’I am working on it.’’ He says to his pupil.

Aemond shrugs as an answer and you see the first cracks between the two of them begin. ‘’Not fast enough. Aegon wants to see her. Now.’’ He says to Cole.

He smiles down at your tears and curled dark locks. ‘’Lady Strong. It appears you have trouble adjusting to your new reality.’’ He speaks, making his voice a little lower and lower, almost a soft purr. He grabs your right wrist and pulls you up from the bench.

‘’When our king demands your presence, as his wife it is your duty to attend to him. Whatever he may wish, whatever he may take.’’ The moment the last word leaves his lips, you are overcome with terrible images of Aegon having his way with you. Aemond notices your fear and his smile only grows, pleased with your terror. You rip your wrist from his grip and glare at him.

You were never touched before and you doubt that Aegon will have the patience for a maiden. You won't enjoy yourself. You won't be ready for any of it.

Your uncle smiles leaning in even closer. ‘’Will you go, Lady Strong? Or shall I perhaps discuss a punishment with the king?'’ He has a sick smirk on his lips and it mirrors the one he wore when he killed your brother. ‘’I always thought you and your siblings were a little too wild. Perhaps discipline will help you become a better version of yourself. A more likable version befitting a princess.’’ You briefly entertain the thought of kicking him between his legs again.

You know that Aegon is an idiot and that Aemond is smart enough to convince his brother that you need punishment if he wishes so. He can make your life hell if he wishes so. Yet you show yourself not afraid. A fool's move, perhaps. But that is all you have left. ‘’Did it make you your better version, when your father beat the daylight out of your other eye?’’

Briefly his good eye narrows, as he tries to calculate who possibly could have had the audacity to tell you what happened to him. Until he looks at the gardens and reminds himself that his sister was here, moments ago. You hope he won't kill or hurt her for this. ‘’Ah. You have talked with my sister. Well, two can play that game. For now….’’ He smiles down at you. You huff and turn.

The moment your back is turned to his front, he grabs you by your hips and throws you over his shoulders. You squeak and kick helplessly against his back and slam with your hands on his shoulders. Anything to break free. ‘’Put me down! Aemond! This is treason! I don't want to marry him! I don't want to become his wife!’’ You scream, commanding him out of fear.

He is not only blind. He acts deaf as well, peacefully humming with a smile on his thin lips as he marches you in as a sack of vegetables he bought at the market. He puts you in front of the iron throne, where Aegon is still sitting, attending his stolen realms. With a dramatic bow, Aemond pays his respect. ‘’As you requested, one fresh traitor. Although…fresh…hm. I have my doubts.’’ His comment is greatly appreciated by various men, guards and servants alike who all grin or laugh as well as a few noble ladies.

You are enraged by their actions. Of course you are. It hurts to see how eager they are to stab you in your back. You force yourself to be strong and to ignore it. To turn off your feelings for now. If you don't…they might get the overhand.

You don't need their approval anyway. You know you never slept with anyone before and you know they only call you a whore because your mother had a relationship outside of her marriage.

King Aegon, second of his name, sinks back in his chair and sighs dramatically. ‘’Wonderful. I sent my King's guard to fetch you, only for my brother to show up and to bring you here, a second time today.’’ You are not disciplined or scolded for it however. You are surprised.

Ser Criston Cole has found the way back in as well, muttering to the king when he likely explains as to why he failed his mission. Aemond grins. ‘’She is here now. It seems that your princess has trouble listening to her better. She ignored Ser Criston and then myself.'’ Aemond waits expectantly and you feel the tension rise.

A King's order is not lightly. And a husband can punish his wife.

Aegon stares at you, as if asking you to confirm this. You do so by nodding, gulping and nervous about what he might do with you now. He thinks for a long time.

He does not seem mad…

He is amused. He chuckles delighted, in a genuine matter. ‘’The princess is no fool. Of course she won't come with you. You killed her brother.’’ That is true. You are glad he seems a little considerate of your fear of Aemond. But perhaps he will wield this as a weapon from now on.

He lazily bends his right hand, backing you closer and closer. ‘’Come closer, my dear.’’ You know that that is supposed to be you. Your husband to be may speak of you how he wishes now. A king most of all.

You scoff. A dear? ‘’I am not your dear!’’ Aegon drops his hand and his kind act. ‘’Come closer, my whore.’’ Your eyes become a little bigger at that open insult as the surrounding court members laugh or chuckle. You must look so confused and disgusted. No one dared to call you that so publicly before.

You have the feeling that many only will use this insult from now on. Aegon takes notice of your worried expression. ‘’What? How do you wish to be called, then? You don't like it sweet, you don't like it sour. How am I to refer to you from now on?’’ He asks as if he's stupid.

You eye the crowd. You could demand him to call you princess. You could demand him to call you the daughter of Queen Rhaenyra. But you could also choose your life over death.

It is a terrible fate the gods picked out for you. You will be wedded and bedded by Aegon and be paraded around as his whore. You will be with child one day perhaps. His child.

You don't know how you can help your mother's cause from out here. This is the enemy's nest. Yet you have faith that someday, somehow, you'll find a way. You can not endure any of this without a reward.

Life is as a scale. The worse the days, the better the futures. That is what you must believe now of any time to survive. To keep sane and to keep going.

You don't like any of the nicknames as honeybee or sweetiepie. So you remind the king of your name instead. ‘’Maella will do.’’ You speak, shaking from the rebellion you are already plotting in the far distance. Despite you have nothing to plan it with, you feel dirty and as if they can take your head any moment.

Aegon nods, extending his hand to you once more. ‘’Come closer, my Maella.’’ He does not drop the word my. You hate it. Of course you do. Yet you extend your hand to the Kings and wait for him to grab hold of your hand. His hand feels warm as a dragon's breath.

He smiles at your obedience and your surrender. ‘’Good girl. I know, we have given you little reason to trust us.’’ That is an understatement. They killed your brother, stole your mother's throne and took your dragon.

You still hold his hand and your arm starts to hurt. You wish him to let go of your hand. He keeps talking blind to your pain. ‘’And as a princess, you were privileged and once above me in the ladder that holds the power.’’ You were. Your grandsire was once king. You were more likely to become a queen than Aegon was to become a king. And yet…You chuckle at the cruelty of the gods.

His eyes become cold and calculating and his smile dies a lonely death on his lips. ‘’But I am your king now. As well as your husband to be. It is expected of any subject that if I demand her presence, she will rush to my side. Especially if she is my wife.’’ He says, pulling you closer to him, dragging you to him.

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It might seem a bit of a sudden end, that is because this chapter too became too big it was around 4k and i like to keep it at 2k so no one gets overwelmed when reading my stories. The next chapter will be really bring out the true colours of the greens, and the chapter after that will be the very romantic wedding between maella and aegon xD

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sweeteastart · 9 months

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💫KHOCWEEK 2023💫

Day 1 - Instructions (2/2)

Sika

(She/Them)

Oh what would be my Khocweek without my sweet gurl Sika ?

Sika is new Keyblade master. She achieved this titled not without a fight as her fellow students either failed or unfortunately passed. Her grief is interrupted by the sudden crash of a boy on her isolated world. Sora will become unknowingly from this day forward the best and worst thing that ever happened to the teenager.

Whoah I'm so happy my girl is here again this year ahah love her so much !

Myrti

(She/her)

And here's my biggest surprise of them all : A New oc as appeared ! Well, Myrti isn't a new oc per say (she is about as old as Peche) however, this is my first KHOCWEEK with her ! Sooo I'm super excited ahah

Myrti was just another wielder in Daybreak Town. Just another kid doing their best to get through the lux collection in one piece. That was until she met them : Elrena and Lauriam. Three teenager, much like her, but that would change her fate forever. Not only did she join the dandelions, but by some ill fated destiny also the organisation. Even in their amnesic state, Myrti felt it. The connection. The echoes of an old feeling. The memory of long forgotten promises.

And that's it for today ! Again, I overdid it ahah but I can't help it ! The @khoc-week is my precious moment of the year and I'm ecstatic to celebrate it with everyone again in 2023 !! Thanks to the admins for their work and good luck to everyone ahah

#i may be very excited for this year ... ill also have less drawinf #drawing #life's thought but kh is stronger #soooo #ill probs will do 1 day-1 oc illustration for this uear #what about day 7 ?#hummm #we'll seee when we get there #kingdom hearts #kh #sweeteastart #dessin #dibujo #kh oc #original character #khocweek2023

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the-bad-batch-baroness · 8 months

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Helloooo I’m here for Gloss yet agaaaaiiiin, 🌹🏵️🍃🌸 (also I’ve brought more watercolors and ink pens for da boy 💙💙)

Kenzie, darling, you can come by for Gloss content anytime you want 😘

🌹 [ROSE] Does your OC believe in true love? Why?

Gloss is very practical. He doesn't believes in true love as portrayed by fantastical stories. True love to him is two people finding each other, falling in love, and then working the rest of their lives to be the best partner they can be for the other person. He doesn't believe that it just happens or it's destiny, but that it takes hard work and act of will.

🏵️ [ROSETTE] What flower symbolizes your OC best and why? What does the flower mean in floriography?

So, I'm pretty terrible at flower meaning and symbols, so I straight up looked up floriography and just picked the one I thought was best for Gloss. I think the Clematis symbolizes Gloss the best. Per the floriography page: it represents the beauty of mental strength. I think out of all of his brothers, Gloss has the highest mental fortitude. Another site described it as representing "mental beauty" and I think Gloss's mind is beautiful. He's incredibly smart and artistic, and I can only wonder what the inside of his imagination looks like.

🍃 [FALLEN LEAF] What's the darkest period of time your OC has been through?

Oof. The darkest period for Gloss was all of the events surrounding Chance's death. Besides the actual death of Chance being utterly devastating, he also had to watch Tungst beat Brett within an inch of his life, Drip try to kill himself, and Brett being wasted every moment of the day. The whole squad fell apart and he couldn't do anything about it. He withdrew and retreated the furthest he's ever gone into himself. He expressed his struggles through his art and it's some of the most devastating and horrific art he has ever drawn.

🌸 [CHERRY BLOSSOM] Does your OC believe in legends/myths?

Gloss enjoys the artistic side of legends and myths, but does not believe in their validity.

OC Interview Questions - Nature

#tbbb converses #oc: gloss #phoenix squad #clone oc #oc sunday #ofc sunday

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lonelylavenderluke · 2 years

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Son of my father. Son of my mother.

Morpheus x platonic!oc, mentioned Morpheus x Calliope x oc, mentioned Morpheus x reader

Warnings: angst, character death

Hope is who he was.

It's what his father would call him in the dead of night when even the moon couldn't scare away the small boys fears.

Lord Morpheus was besotted by his son. A final gift from his lover. The last thing they ever made before a curse put upon them by a jealous goddess killed them.

All the Endless remembered the day Hope was born.

Death had been there despite her best efforts to save her dying sister-in-law not even she could save them, she'd watched her brother clutching the screaming infant to him, the palace staff who'd been aiding the birth buzzing about. Some where crying, others ordering the rest about but in amongst it all stood her little brother cradling the crying child against his chest trying to sooth it whilst desperately avoiding looking at the corpse of the child's mother. "I'm so sorry Dream..." her voice was quiet as the room seemed to empty leaving the immortal Endless beings and a corpse. "Were they in pain?" the only thing he asked unshed tears welled in his eyes as he finally looked up at the body of his lover.

After the loss of Calliope and Orpheus both Dream and Goddess of Fortune, Tyche stayed away from many of the other gods. Betrayed by family, Tyche swore never to return to Olympus and instead devoted her time to aiding Morpheus in ruling the Dreaming, helping the mortals through guiding their dreams to show them fortunes within their lives. The Goddess's Hera and Artemis not long before before the death of the gods of Olympus cursed the young Goddess to die at child birth that even her own grasps of fortune could save her from. Morpheus was reluctant at the news of their child, he'd already lost a son now he faced losing another child and wife. Tyche had been upset by his reluctance, she held no care for the curse all she cared for was her child. "Have we not earned this one bit of joy Oneiros" she had once argued, sat upon his throne as if she had always belonged there, "but at what cost" he responded kneeling before sadness plaguing his very soul.

Desire arrived but hours after the birth of their nephew. Their twin Despair appearing beside them. Both twins walking in tandem of one another as they stepped through the gates into the throne room. The pair could feel the love and pain oozing from their older brother, as he sat upon his throne with his son in his arms, Lucienne standing tentatively at his side with Death hovering at his other. "Greetings brother" Despair was the first to speak, "Greetings sister" Desire followed on as Death and Lucienne turned their attentions onto the twins. "I hope we aren't to late to share our condolences" Desire smiled as Despair hovered closer to the steps wanting to see the infant within their siblings arms, "if you are only here to jest and make fun then leave... the both of you today is to celebrate and mourn" Death was harsh with her words, a surprise to both younger siblings. "No jesting, we only wish to see our new family member is all... we are deeply bereaved at the loss of sweet Tyche" Despair was the one to answer as Desire held their tongue knowing that it would be unwise to start something when Dream was like this. "Come closer then" Dreams deep voice broke through the tension as Despair darted up the stairs hovering in front staring contently at the small child in his fathers arms, "he is small" was her first thought. "Far too small, are you sure he is yours Dream" Desire poked at his brother seeing if he could goad some sort of reaction from him. Desire was forbidden from returning to the Dreaming for a long time after that day.

Destiny and Delirium were the next to visit. Destiny did not stay long only to pass on his blessing and a title for the new-born infant. The 'Prince of Hope'. Delirium stayed the longest other than Death. She adored the baby finding peace when holding him, Dream did not have the heart to turn the younger Endless away when she would visit. He found comfort in the sounds of his son and youngest sisters laughter echoing in his throne room, filling the silence left behind from his wife's own laughter.

Morpheus also found comfort in holding his son. Letting the boy sleep against his chest as he listened to the dreams that would come and speak of their own problems. He would carry the boy with him as he traversed the lands of the Dreaming doing his rounds as he visited his people. He never took his son near the nightmares. Despite being their creator he feared for his sons safety when near a nightmare, always enlisting Lucienne and Jessamy to watch over the boy as he went about working on his nightmares.

The child had been crying for what seemed like hours. Most of the palace staff steered away from where the king and his son were. Lucienne had tried offering some advice but instead was met with nothing but more tears. "You're only causing yourself more pain" the lord muttered pacing back and forth, "there is little benefit to all this noise" he almost huffed confused as to what could have caused so much distress for his son. Walking back into his chamber he sat on the end of his bed resting the child on his lap so that he could look down and check over the infant once more, nothing was out of the ordinary. Lifting the boy up he rested him against his chest offering comfort as best he could, "my sweet boy what is so upsetting " his voice was low and deep pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of his sons head. "Your mother would have been better at this... she would have known what you were feeling, what to do to make you feel better" Morpheus admitted quietly running his hand up and down the child's back trying to sooth the restless baby, "your mother was always better with others than I was" the pain of missing his wife gnawing away at him. He found that he could only speak about her to their child, it was too painful to talk about her to any of the others but he felt that it was his duty to his wife that their child knew of their mother. Lying down holding his son against him, the king of Dreams kept telling tales of his wife sharing his memories of her to try and sooth his son. When he'd finished reciting the time Tyche had taken to being a mortal actor for plays such as those written by William Shakespeare he'd noticed Hope had finally fallen to sleep eventually soothed by the sound of his fathers voice.

Any who walked in the realm of the Dreaming would see it's king and his shadow in the form of his child. The little boy growing happily under the protective gaze of his father, Hope was rarely seen away from his father, hands clasped onto his fathers cloak so that he wouldn't lose his way. He spent so many of his days either playing in the Fiddlers Green or curling up in the library be read the stories of the world. Wanting nothing more than to explore the waking world but only having the books as an escape. Morpheus however forbid his son to go to the waking, “mortals are not as they are in the books my sweet boy… there are those who would seek to use you and your gifts” he warned gently lifting the boy up to sit on his lap, brushing his hair from his eyes, “when here no harm will come to you as long as I say.. you are my son and the Prince of the Dreaming, all the Dreams and Nightmares are just as much yours to control as they are mine” he leaned closer as the small boy glanced around at the few castle staff that were bobbing in and out of the throne room. He reached out for his fathers ruby playing with it in his hands, Morpheus took it off and placed it around his sons neck instead. “One day a long time from now, you will have your own tools like I do to govern the Dreaming as I do now” he slowly explained watching as Hope studied the jewel with great delicacy, the boy seemed to look closely at the inscription on the gold of the jewel recognising the name that Lucienne had pointed out to him so often, “Mama” the toddler cooed running his fingers over the inscription. Of course how could Morpheus forget, the day his son had been born but his wife died he’d inscribed her name onto the gold of the ruby wanting to forever have a part of her with him where ever he went. “Yes little one it allows her to always be with us” he spoke softly as he watched his sons gentleness, that was one thing Morpheus believed little Hope had inherited from his mother was her gentleness. They stayed in silence Dream wrapping his arm to pull Hope closer as the little boy yawned still playing with the ruby, “one day I will take you to the waking but for now I want you to stay and keep growing happier and stronger” the king of dreams promised his child not knowing what the future held for them both.

“Papa” his sons voice called out over Lucienne’s warning, the Lord of the Dreaming was just leaving to go after a rouge nightmare, the little one had been reading in the library when he sensed his fathers preparations to leave. Morpheus turned back to look at his son who seemed to be struggling to run up all the stairs with his baby deer like legs, ml img away from his throne the king moved closer before kneeling down to his sons level as the child crashed into him wrapping his arms around his father. “Don’t go stay” the poor boy whimpered, he always cried when Dream left the Dreaming, the fear of him never coming home grew anxiously within the child, Morpheus hated leaving Hope wanting nothing more than to take the boy and lock themselves away in chamber so he could hold and shield his son from the dangers of the universe. “I cannot little one, I must leave to sort something out… I promise to be home soon” the ancient being promised pressing a kiss to the boys temple, “I miss you papa” the toddler snuffled clinging to his father.

Hope eventually let go. The last memory he has of his father was that of swirling clouds of sand. After that his father never came back. And soon after even Jessamy stopped returning. The memory of his father was all Hope was left with. He was still an infant in the eyes of the endless. Delirium visited once during the Dream Lords absence but left quickly when the little boy refused to play instead focused on trying to help Lucienne stop the chaos.

He eventually lost track of time. Slowly began forgetting what his father was like. He shadowed Lucienne for a decade before taking over, by then he'd grown as if he were a human, tired of being treated like the child he knew deep down that he was. Standing tall almost as if he were the reincarnation of his mother with hair like his father, those who remained took pity on the Orphaned Lord. All he had left were in what remained of the Dreaming. His endless Aunts and Uncles abandoned him at the first signs of fathers disappearance. With no one to guide him and no books left in the dreaming to teach him, Hope was left to hold together what remained of the Dreaming. Lucienne mourned the child her young lord had been, mourned that there was little that she could do to help the prince in his attempt at ruling. The boy held no ill will to her, reassuring her that her remaining at his side was all that he needed from her.

Fierce was the young Lord Hope, kept away the reaching hands of those like Lucifer who sort to steal what was his fathers. With what little power he knew to muster he forged a blade encrusted with Amazonite, 'the stone of hope' as mortals knew it as, in the presence of those that remained like Cain and Abel. He swore upon an oath to protect the Dreaming and all who resided and walked among it, swearing to never abandon those who stayed true to it. And so he stayed in the far reaches of the Dreaming wondering the dreams of those who could still dream. He never returned to the castle of his youth to much was felt there, pain that not even the soothing words of Lucienne could quell in the young gods mind. So he remained governing and caring for who stayed, watching over protecting his realm until he felt a disturbance in the realm, feeling a pull that lead him towards the home of Cain and Abel.

If he could remember his father then he would have felt his fathers return. Instead all he could think was that his home and its people could be in danger. He sensed Lucienne nearby, close to the unknown threat. His heart picked up, fear growing in his mind as he ran through the Dreaming, holding tightly onto the connection held between it and himself.

"Lucienne!" he shouted pulling his sword from its sheath reaching for the librarian who stood beside the dark figure. Cain and Abel stood by as well all seemed shocked yet unsurprised by the Princes actions. Long had those left in the dreaming known that Hope had forgotten his father Morpheus, the belief that the pain of his absence had been to much that his conscious mind had forgotten him to save the young boy from the pain. "Stand back" the boy hissed pulling the librarian behind him shielding Lucienne with himself his sword held high and aimed at the figure, Morpheus was all but stunned.

He knew that face. It was almost as if looking at the ghost of Tyche. His boy. His small son that had been begging him not to leave him that day. "Lord Hope" the brothers called out bowing their heads at the youngster, Morpheus watched at the snarl that had found purchase on his sons face. How he looked at him as if he were a stranger. "Hope please put down your blade" Lucienne ordered resting a hand gently on the boys shoulder as he looked back at his closest friend, "Lucienne a stranger stands before us, a possible threat to both you and the brothers and you ask me to put down my blade and leave us defenceless" the young lord growled unhappy at the order. The only thing stopping him from snapping at the woman was the trust in which he had in her. "My dear lord this is no stranger to the dreaming" she was soft in the way she spoke, spending so long with the boy had allowed for her to learn how to calm the young man in front of her. "Lord Morpheus has returned, my prince" Abel called out a hush fell over them as Hope struggled to deal with what was said. Anger and hurt but also glee brewed within him, he had waited so long for his fathers return but at what cost.

"Hope" Morpheus called to his son, wishing for the boy to meet his eyes, "my son" the words were a plead to the child he'd left behind. The blade was lowered but not put away. “I am no one but the Lady Tyche’s son” the young lord said, tears welling in his eyes. Morpheus felt betrayal fester inside of him, how dare his own blood turn against him. But then he understood, he’d promised to be by his sons side, to guide the young boy into his powers and now. Now his son stood before him nearly a grown man. Had his absence forced his son to change so.

“So, did you find out what you were looking for?” Hope was sat at the end of the walk way, staring down at the rippling nightmares and dreams below him, “I must leave for London” Morpheus said aloud Lucienne watching from behind as the pair stared at one another, “so I’ll watch the realm for another hundred years then” the younger hissed with venom on his tongue. Morpheus stared at his son unsure as to approach the subject of his absence. “I want you to come with” the request startled Hope. He looked at his father with unease, “the man who left would never have allowed me to the Dreaming” the statement was meant harm more than it did, instead Morpheus nodded. “Trust me if there was any other way I would travel alone.” The old god responded, Hope knew not to look a gift horse in the mouth, he didn’t know this man but knew that if he helped then his home might be saved.

“For my sake please take a raven, my prince” Lucienne pleaded taking hold of the youngers hand, her pleads had fallen onto deaf ears with his father but the youngster nodded, “please send one for us Lucienne” the request was quiet but heard before the boy followed after the Endless being into the waking world.

#tom sturridge #the sandman #morpheus #original character #Morpheus x platonic!oc #morpheus x reader #the sandman netflix

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Stories I want to base Ever After High OCs off (an ever growing list)

Hans My Hedgehog (One of my favourite ‘obscure’ fairytales. Already decided her name would be Hannah M. Hedgehog. To fit the design aesthetic of eah she wouldn’t literally have the upper body of a hedgehog and the lower body of a human, she’d be more of a hybrid. She’s a rebel because she rejects her destiny of becoming fully human at the end of the story and embraces her hedgehog side.)

Boy Who Cried Wolf (See my last reblog. Lies a lot but because of their destiny no one tends to believe them anyways. Also accidentally right a lot. Not lying maliciously just doing it for shits and giggles)

The Frog Princess (Because I think it’d be funny for there to be two royals who turn into frogs but are completely unrelated to each other. Also there’s so many variants of this story from region to region that it’d be fun to write this girl)

Speaking of, The Frog Prince (Specifically the daughter of the princess from the tale and the son of the prince’s gayass servant. Princess Girl does not want to be Hopper’s princess but is slightly willing to enact the version where she gets to throw Frog Hopper at a wall instead of kissing him. Dislikes frogs a bit but plays it up as a seething hatred to scare Hopper. Kind of a bitch if you couldn’t tell. Sporty girl. The servant boy is 100% in love with Hopper, like father-like son, and has the iron bands around his heart. Maybe he could be Hopper’s real true love :x)

Pinocchio (Daughters of The Coachman and Mangiafuoco, and niece of Lampwick. The Coachman’s daughter has a pet donkey that everyone thinks is a turned boy, but nope it’s just a regular donkey. She’s a rebel because she doesn’t want to go down the route of her father. Mangiafuoco’s daughter is scary and off-putting, but actually a genuinely nice girl. Would love to perform onstage but she has stage fright and is just so shy in general, so she resorts to puppet theatre instead. Always uses a hand puppet to talk through. Lampwick’s niece is a rebel because she’d rather not turn into a donkey thank you very much. Low-key resented Cedar up until Legacy Day because she believed if Cedar didn’t exist she wouldn’t need to turn into a donkey. Now they’re on better terms since Cedar decided she’d become human in her own way)

The Wolf and the Seven Young Goats (Youngest son of the youngest goat. Really I just like people with goat features. He’d feel tense around Ramona, even though he’s pretty sure she’s probably not the wolf from his story)

Puss In Boats (Daughter of Puss In Boots. Would probably be able to transform between an animal and human form like Bunny Blanc. Doesn’t really align herself with Royal or Rebel, but has slipped into thoughts like ‘if I can make someone else royalty, why can’t I make myself royalty?’)

The Prince and The Pauper (It’s not a fairytale but the books included King Lear’s daughter so I feel like I’m free to do this. I just think designing two boys that look identical would be fun)

Mwindo (One of my favourite tales because of how entertainingly OP Mwindo is. I imagine that his son would be equally as OP and like half of the student population is scared of him. But that fear often gets subsided because he’s not that keen on using his powers like his dad was)

Commedia dell’arte (Not a story but kids based on the stock characters could be fun. They probably wouldn’t attend Ever After High since they wouldn’t have actual destinies, they’d attend another high school. I had the idea of Cedar doubling as the Burattino stock character, and it developed into all the stock characters being based on different dolls/toys, ie Pierrot being a rag doll, Pulcinella being a wind-up toy, etc. Really I just want Cedar to have people who could understand her whole ‘Am I even real’ situation better, is that too much to ask?!)

Two miscellaneous additions that don’t actually align to specific stories; a Warrior Princess and a Forest Witch. (The Warrior Princess is, obviously, the daughter of a warrior king. My idea for her story is that it’s an ancient epic that is so old it has lost its exact name, having been repeated so many times. Also, her reason for following her destiny is less ‘we have to or we all disappear’ and more ‘I have to so I can prove myself worthy’. Her warrior kingdom’s society is very different from Ever After’s society, which she learnt the hard way. She feels awkward hanging out with the other princesses because of cultural differences, and she doesn’t like hanging out with boys because they tend to underestimate her. She was only supposed to attend for Legacy year so that she could sign the Book of Legends because Milton Grimm would not stop bugging her father about it, but she decided to stay after the shit show that happened on Legacy day. I didn’t base the Forest Witch of a specific fairy tale because goddamn it there are too many witches living in the forests in these tales for me to choose just one. In universe she probably has a specific destiny, or a few, I just haven’t chosen it yet. Very closed off from others. Actually lives in the Enchanted Forest with her mother. She also likes archery but how much of her skill is genuine and is magic is up to debate)

The Devil (He appears in a lot of fairytales. The OC is a girl who is clearly the daughter of the devil, but it’s never said so no one actually knows it. Every time someone asks about her destiny she’s like ‘it’s nothing important don’t worry about it :)’)

#hello eah fandom I like fairy tales and folk stories #rotomtalks #ever after high #ever after high oc #hans my hedgehog #the boy who cried wolf #the frog princess #the frog prince #iron henry #pinocchio #mangiafuoco #lampwick #the wolf and the seven young goats #puss in boots #the prince and the pauper #mwindo epic #commedia dell'arte

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capricorn-writer-kawaii · 9 months

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Our Hero Academy

Chapter 3 - Aizawa's Warning

Prev. Chapter

Pairing: Shota Aizawa x female OC

Genre: Shota Aizawa X female OC fluff, angst, high school romance, friends to lovers

Words: 2k

Summary: 15 years ago, Eraser Head was starting his hero studies with his best friends Hizashi and Oboro. Contrary to what people think, his teenage years in the U.A. were bright and lovely, filled with the laughter of his best friends and his girlfriend's unconditional love. What happened over the years? What changed him into a gloomy sensei?

Extra note: You can totally picture Y/N in the OC female name, it's just that it'd be cute to read Aizawa calling her pet names. 🤍

Chapter 3 - Aizawa's Warning

Soon, the group started to establish their own traditions, such as always having lunch together on the roof or spending breaks under the huge U.A. fruit trees, from where they occasionally got something to eat. Generally, while Oboro insisted on collecting fruit from the trees, Aizawa napped in the comfort of the grass, next to Hizashi and Kaori, who enjoyed playing cards. Even more common was to listen when Oboro fell from the trees, and when Kaori found out that Hizashi was cheating on her. Such fuss woke Aizawa up, and just by his grunts, the rest knew they had awakened the beast, for his bad temper lasted for some hours.

Also, another activity they absolutely loved doing together was having picnics. When they could, they would take the subway and go to remote mountains where they could not only spend the day together but where they could train in peace. Their picnic days always started the same, Aizawa would leave his house earlier than everyone else, he would meet Kaori to buy a few things and then they would pick up Hizashi and Oboro. Hizashi always waited for them outside his house with the same exaggerated emotion as always. Then, the three of them had to get Oboro out of bed and push him into the shower. The boy just couldn't get up on time EVER.

The ride on the subway was quite an experience, starting with Hizashi never realizing how loud he was playing music and ending up drawing the attention of everyone around him once he started singing. Oboro behaved exactly like a little kid and kept asking how long it would take to get to their destiny. Meanwhile, Kaori was fascinated looking out the window for the first ten minutes, then she fell asleep. Aizawa was the only one who acted normally, because even though he didn't admit it, he kept an eye on everyone.

"Oboro, stop doing that, you're going to get hurt," Aizawa warned with his arms crossed and a serious look. Oboro had been rocking on his seat all the way. "Dude, are you listening to me? There's a loose screw." Of course, he wasn't listening, he was too busy hitting Hizashi with his shoulder every time he wobbled. "Oboro, you're going to..." Aizawa fell silent as he felt a light weight on his shoulder.

Fearing to move abruptly, the young hero slightly tilted his head and found Kaori's cheek resting comfortably on his shoulder. His body froze, his only reaction was his ears turning a deep red.

Once Hizashi and Oboro witnessed such a scene, they did not hide their giggling. Nevertheless, they did not dare say a word, Aizawa had only needed to give them a terrifying gaze to warn them not to even think of it.

All the way, Shota didn't move, he was trapped in the delicious scent of Kaori's hair. Her long pink hair gave off an aroma that Aizawa couldn't quite put his finger on, as it was incredibly captivating. His brain was focused to the end on deciphering such a smell and, without realizing it, he soon did nothing but enjoy that floral sweetness. Yes, that's what she smelled like, wildflowers, which, no matter how wild they were, managed to calm him down.

When the subway stopped, the sound of people getting off woke Kaori up, and realizing that had fallen asleep on Aizawa's shoulder, nearly fainted from embarrassment. The girl literally jumped up like a spring while apologizing.

"Shota, I'm so sorry! I swear I didn't notice, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable!"

"That's fine, you just slept for a couple of minutes." He answered taking their things from their seats and evading the girl's gaze.

Aizawa and Oboro looked at each other and remained silent, they knew their friend was lying just to avoid Kaori dying out of anxiety. And while Oboro help Aizawa with all the things, Kaori grabbed Hizashi’s sleeve and talked barely audible.

"Was it really just a couple of minutes?"

"You heard him!" Hizashi answered winking at her.

The only way Kaori managed to forget what had happened was when they arrived at their destination and Oboro asked her to help him with a defense technique. Hizashi and Aizawa also trained for a while, but hunger won, and they ended up sitting down to eat while their friends continued practicing.

Sniggering, Hizashi grabbed a sandwich from his friend's hand. "Hey! That was mine, you already ate yours.” Aizawa claimed.

“You had it in your hand for almost three minutes, you missed your chance. But I don't blame you, I too would rather see the girl I like than eat."

"What are you talking about?" He didn't realize it until Hizashi said it, he had been staring at Kaori for a while.

“By the way, I think it's adorable of you to go pick her up every time we go out. Who'd have thought that you were so gallant?”

"What do you mean? I just do it so I can help her to buy our groceries. You don't know how to distinguish between bread and rice, and if it were up to Oboro, we wouldn't eat anything."

"Kaori could buy them alone, or we could buy everything when we're all together..." Hizashi finished with a mischievous smile, especially when he saw the blush on his friend’s cheeks. "Bro, it's okay, chill. She's stunning; besides, I think she also likes..."

"Hold your tongue," Aizawa ordered.

"But I'm just trying to help you! Look, why don't you ask her out? I know you're shy, but..."

"Hizashi, are you listening to the STUPIDITY you're saying?"

"But..."

"Don't talk nonsense" He warned opening a jelly drink.

"Maybe if I sing a romantic song on your behalf, she..."

"Enough!"

Hizashi knew that he had managed to exhaust his friend's patience as soon as the locks of black hair stood up exposing Aizawa's menacing face. Furthermore, his canceling activated and prevented Hizashi's voice to rise. Fortunately for the blonde, Oboro and Kaori were already closing in on them, forcing Aizawa to calm himself.

"Fuck! I can't even breathe properly of how exhausted I am" Oboro exclaimed as he laid on the grass. “I swear to god you have more stamina than All Might, Kari!”

That sweet way of calling her caused Aizawa to blush even more and Kaori to laugh. It had all started a few weeks ago when Aizawa misspelled her name in their group chat. However, their friends roasted him so much that in the end, Hizashi and Oboro only referred to the girl under that name.

“You could be more resistant if you trained more instead of sleeping till late.” Kaori replied messing up his hair, every time she did that, her friend’s hair looked exactly like a cloud. However, when the girl sat next to Aizawa, she forgot about Oboro’s hair. “Shota! Your eyes are really irritated! Didn't you bring the drops? Don't worry, I have ones over here."

At that moment, nothing could make Hizashi make a sound, angering his friend again was far from his plans; yet, Oboro smiled ridiculously, as he was the first to say that he found it really cute how Kaori cared for them, especially for Aizawa. She was always watching if he slept, if he ate enough, and if his eyes didn't hurt him. Her protective nature led Kaori to always carry a bottle of eye drops in case Shota forgot his. It was crystal clear that she had a soft spot for him, the only one who did not realize it was Aizawa himself.

"Kaori, I'm fine, don't worry." He said, trying not to meet her eyes. He had avoided looking at her since they got off the train, and now more because of Hizashi's comment.

“Don't be stubborn. Come, let me do it."

"I already told you it's nothing."

"Shota!"

"Okay, okay."

"What's going on with you today? How am I gonna apply them if you're sitting down? Come here." Kaori stretched out her legs and motioned for him to rest his head on her thighs. Hizashi had never tried harder not to say something reckless like at that moment, and not only him, Oboro had to stuff his mouth with food to keep from mocking Aizawa's red ears. "Feeling better?" Kaori asked smiling at him after having applied the eye drops.

"Yes, thanks."

That day Aizawa didn't stay on her legs waiting for the burning to subside while enjoying her warm touch on his face. He was so bothered by Hizashi's words, that the guy got up again and sat in a different place, away from her. Yet, Kaori was not surprised by her friend's behavior, nor did she consider it rude, she knew that Aizawa acted exactly like a surly cat from time to time.

After a while, the four of them lay down on the grass. They were trying to get some rest from their last training. Just one week ago they needed to take the temporary license test, and it was so demanding that they were still drained.

Focused on a cloud, the group noticed how its rounded shape changed into a phallic one. Almost immediately they heard Oboro giggling.

"Why do you always have to be like this?" Hizashi asked.

“What's the point of me being able to manipulate the clouds if I don't do something funny? But since all of you are so boring, I’m gonna do something else. For Hizashi, this... ” Oboro got to make the cloud take the shape of a microphone. "For Kari... this" The cloud turned into a group of stars because everyone knew how much she liked starry nights. "And finally, for our quiet Shota, this." Oboro transformed the cloud into a cat but left one of Kaori's little stars next to the animal, something clearly intentional, not only Hizashi was rooting for their friends to be together.

“A kitten playing with a star?” Kaori asked.

"A kitten admiring a star." Oboro specified.

“If he only lifted his paw, he could reach it.” Hizashi mentioned.

Kaori was about to mention something else when a variation in the atmosphere made her jump up while warning her friends that something was wrong. "There was an explosion nearby."

"What? How do you know it?" Oboro asked starting to pick up everything quickly.

“The soil’s charged with a different energy. It was a big explosion.” She said really worried.

"Wait," Aizawa said taking her arm. “If there was an accident, we have to seek help, we can't get involved.”

"There may be wounded people."

“Let the pro heroes handle it. The U.A .hasn't even given us the provisional licenses yet. The fact that we've passed the exam doesn't authorize us to act.”

"We're too far from the city, Shota, no one's coming that fast." Oboro said.

“There has to be someone who’s actually prepared to handle this situation, we’re NOT.”

"Shota, this isn't the time to doubt, we have to work," Hizashi said.

However, Aizawa wasn't trying to stop his friends because he doubted his abilities, this time it wasn't about that. The three of them were too impulsive, they had shown it in training and classes. Even their professors had scolded them several times and made it very clear that they needed to start thinking better or they would end up hurting themselves or other victims. Fortunately, the group counted on Aizawa, for he had saved them in numerous ocassuibs from making huge mistakes during the training.

For four hero apprentices who had barely been in the academy for six months to throw themselves into a danger zone like that one would be a terrible idea. They could even represent more risks for the wounded. The U.A. teachers had told them from the beginning that if they weren't trained to do something, they must stay out of it for both the victims and themselves. Though, making them see reason was not always an easy task for Shota.

"If we want to help these people, let's seek help quickly."

"There's no time."

"Kaori!" Stopped the boy holding her with his trapping weapon. “Did you forget what happened during the license test?”

“Shota, this is different. Actual people are suffering, this isn't a drill.” She answered releasing herself from his grip.

"That's what I'm telling you! This isn't a test, we aren't in the U.A! If you guys get hurt, what will we do? We don't have Recovery Girl near us. Besides, those people need doctors, let's focus on bringing aid to them. If a bomb exploded, they probably can't ask for help, there's no way for the people in the city to know what's going on down here."

A second explosion shook the ground so hard that the guys nearly fell. Aizawa knew perfectly well that what they had to do was seek help, but it was impossible to contain the other three.

"Shit!" Aizawa exclaimed seeing that they were running in the direction of the town. His first reaction was to go after them, no way would he leave them alone, much less knowing they were capable of risking themselves as long as they could save a person.

Amid the chaos, the group did not take anything, not even their cell phones. That day there were many bad decisions made one after another, but they would only realize it later, since that would be their first encounter with danger, their first true lesson in heroism.

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Heya! I hope you're having a great day 😊

I just wanted to drop and say that I might have a recommendation for a slight(?) yandere!

I just got Heart fragment, an otome game, and did Kay's route and got all of his endings and bad endings ( I would recommend a guide to make sure you get all of them because as far as I know there's no ending list in-game that tells you if you've done all of them)

He doesn't really show the stalking/killing aspect but he's *very* clingy and depending on what you choose, he can become very dependent on the Mc.

At least his 4th bad ending definitely has yandere vibes in my opinion so I wanted to throw this recommendation out there for anyone that might be interested!

I'd also be interested to hear your thoughts on the matter and if Kay could be classified as a (slight) yandere ^^

Oof, sorry it took be so long to write this one. I actually have been playing this game since I was on the plane back from Hawaii, so you know this game is rather long. I played through all of Kay's routes and most of Clive's (I'm missing like two bad endings), so I think I have a pretty solid idea about what's going on so far. This game is really impressive not only in terms of story but also in terms of artwork, assets and everything- it's no wonder this game had a couple kickstarters! In terms of Kay, I can see where the light yandere idea comes from, especially in his 4th bad ending. His route actually reminds me quite a bit of Yeonho's in certain ways, so I will be comparing the two to give a better idea of how they are similar.

Heart Fragment is about a high school student named Xani living with their father. Their mother died when they were young because of an experiment they were doing . Xani idolizes their mother and dislikes their father because he abandoned them when they were younger, causing them to have a rift in their relationship. At school, Xani meets with their friend Shannon, and gets an optional assignment for writing about their family's history. Curious, Xani starts to look up their mother and father on the internet and discovers the project their mother was working on. The project she was working on was a way for humans to evolve in a way and gain stronger organs, but the test subjects went rogue. They called these experiments mutants. After talkin with their dad, Xani finds out that they too are a mutant and actually have some sort of power, which we later find out is being able to see people's "hearts" or "auras". We are soon introduced to Kay, a blind boy that Xani's father knows and the two become friends as he comes in at night to talk to them. We learn that Kay lost his eyesight when he was young, during a fire as well as a bit more about how Xani's powers work and their mom's work. After some dates and some haunting dreams, Kay suddenly goes missing and tries to go look for them, only to be stabbed by Jasper, a guy that both Kay and their dad warned them about.

They wake up in the hospital and meet a skittish boy named Clive (whom they met jogging around). After this traumatizing event, Xani's dad decides to move them out to live with their former babysitter, Lana to keep them safe from another attack by Jasper. They find out that Clive also is nearby and they try to get along (in Kay's route, Xani is more or less pretty suspicious about Clive). Xani gets a dream from a being named Shay, who asks Xani to find the "fragments" of Kay, usually depicted as feathers, which they find in various places. Upon finding all of them Shay explains who exactly Clive, Jasper and Kay are. (It's a little confusing so bare with me.) The three used to be one person, with Jasper gaining the role of the aggregator, believing that it's his destiny to kill Xani. Meanwhile, Clive, is more of an empty husk and used to be called Jasper (or was it Jasper that used to be called Clive, I can't remember.) Kay is more or less an OC that Clive and Jasper made when they were kids and Xani has the option to bring Kay back by sacrificing Clive and Jasper. Unknowingly, they do this by bringing the fragments to both Jasper and Clive while talking in the forest, which merges them together into Kay. This time however, Kay has lost pretty much all of his memories, and relies on Xani to help him gain them back.

After forgetting his memory, Xani tries their best to help Kay gain his memories back. Kay is very nervous around Xani and Lana, starting to depend on Xani's likes and dislikes to mask his own. One day he goes into the forest and talks about his memories and admitting he doesn't want to exist and that he really is nothing. Lana gives Kay and Xani tickets to Xani's favorite band, Fragmented Hearts. Xani is very excited and hopes that Kay will enjoy it, however because it's very loud, Kay seems uncomfortable, but forces himself to like it for Xani's take. Kay continues to feel like a burden to Xani and felt afraid about the fact that he might hurt Xani. He panics with the voices of Clive and Jasper in his head, panicking and screaming, telling Xani to leave. He gets angry that Jasper is in his head, and remembering different memories. Xani's dad comes in for a visit and Kay clings onto Xani, believing that they might come to the conclusion that he's too much and throw him away. As the two go towards the forest the next day, Kay's outbursts become more frequent, until eventually he breaks a vase that Xani made for Lana when they were small and starts to freak out. Xani calms Kay down and tells Lana who is pretty chill about the entire accident. Kay ends up favoriting all of Xani's StarxSocial posts in one day and at night, and during the night Kay starts to freak out and runs into the forest and Xani follows suit. Kay runs to a hut in the woods and gets scared because of all the memories flooded in his head. They end up staying at the hut for the night and come back. Xani runs downstairs after hearing something fall and upon running back upstairs sees a man named Teryl (who is sort of Jasper's aid) kidnapping Kay. Xani is able to find Teryl in the hut they slept in at night. Teryl is under the impression that Xani had somehow killed Jasper, however, Kay is able to knock Teryl out and escape. Kay finally agrees to therapy.

In the good ending, Kay gets better due to therapy, but doesn't ever remember his memories, choosing instead to become his own person and happily being with Xani.

In the best ending, Kay goes to therapy and goes to Shannon's graduation party with Xani. He starts to listen to audio books like he used to and while dancing with Xani regains his memories.

I just wanted to start off by saying that Heart Fragment is really well made for a visual novel, and is probably even on par with a lot of Japanese Otome games in terms of refined style and artwork. Not only are you able to choose between two art styles for sprites and CGs (Two! It's pretty impressive considering how many characters/cgs there are/ will be) but you can also choose to have a romantic/platonic route, as well as the gender of your protagonist (the male is missing a couple of cgs but it's still pretty good). There's also animated segments between segments as well as an intro sequence created. It keeps up with its theme of Little Red Riding Hood with Clive being little Red, Jasper being the wolf and Kay being... I guess the grandma, I'm not really sure. Considering it's free and only two routes are out so far, it's very impressive.

Xani as a main character (they kind of reminds me of @everykissbeginswithkai's Onyx in both personality and appearance, at least the female version) is rather cynical though they do become more positive as the route continues (in both Kay and Clive's route). In Kay's route (at least the way I played), Xani is very bitter towards their dad pushing him away and insulting him, which I feel like is very childish, especially since we learn that he only pushed them away in an attempt to protect them. It's true that he is very wishy washy in revealing information on mutants, but it's in the attempt to protect Xani. It's really dependent on the choices since in Clive's route, Xani was much more open with what her dad says and it makes their relationship much more open, but it did bother me how Xani acts towards their dad despite him doing his best. They have a bit of a direct and snarky attitude at times, but they can be genuine with themselves and having that kind of personality really helps the dynamics of characters.

In terms of Kay as a yandere, I was a bit confused meeting him first because as I learned more about him my thought was "Huh? He's the yandere?" but after he loses his memory is where it all clicks together. After Kay loses his memory, he becomes really clingy and anxious, kind of like a dog with separation anxiety, and as a result clings onto Xani as much as possible. Kay in concept is more or less an imaginary character, and it seems like Kay, Clive and Jasper are all connected to Xani in some way. When he gains amnesia, he becomes attached to Xani because they are the only only one who knows who he is like. As a result, he tries to force himself to like the same things Xani does (the breakfast food they have, as well as the band Fragmented Hearts), gets afraid when he accidentally does something that could cause either Xani or Shannon trouble (like breaking the vase Xani made for Shannon) to the point of almost having a breakdown. There's also the moment where he goes to like all of Xani's posts suddenly and feels bad that he's not tall if Xani tells him they like taller guys. That's not to say he's never happy, in fact for the most part he seems really happy to be able to share experiences with Xani that he had before having amnesia, but he is really anxious that Xani will throw him away and he feels as if he's a burdened them in some way.

As I stated in the beginning, Yeonho from Nameless and Kay actually do share lot of similarities. For one both of them have some form of abandonment issue that makes them cling onto the MC and their arcs end with them being able to let them go and become a more independent person. They both have a tendency to force themselves into liking something the MC lines (for Yeonho it was forcing himself to have fun at the carnival while for Kay it was forcing him to have fun at the Fragmented Hearts Concert) as well as panic when something bad happens (Yeonho asking the MC to rip his heart out in one scene if it makes her happy and Kay freaking out when breaking a vase and telling them to just kick him out because he's a burden) and even both get sick from going out and getting soaked, confused when the MC saves a poor soul like them (at least in some of Kay's endings). They both have pretty low self esteem for different reasons, with Yeonho's stemming from his previous owner and Kay's coming from his lack of memories and identity. Yeonho is much more jealous than Kay is since Kay is more or less pretty okay with the people Xani interacts with whereas Yeonho ignores everyone except the MC.

In Kay's bad ending, specifically his fourth bad ending, you have to choose choices that both make Kay depend on Xani more and lowers his self esteem as well as lie to him. In this ending, after Kay knocks out Teryl, he regains powers that Jasper has. He seems distraught as he can tell that Xani has been lying to him and promises to be better, to be everything that Xani wants. It's a bit ambiguous what exactly he does to Xani, but its clear that he doesn't let them go.

Clive’s route is rather cute as well. His route gives more information on what’s happening in the plot, specifically about Clive and Jaspers past. While Kay is like a dog with separation anxiety, Clive is more similar to a skittish cat. He can be a bit nervous about things but he has a rather cynical outlook on things. I think Clive’s route is overall better in terms of story and romance but I think that Kay’s is better in terms of angst. They both have pretty good routes so if you have time I’d recommend playing both.

Everytime @yandere-daze sends me an ask or comments on reblogs I feel like I’m hanging out with the popular kids, haha. This game is really good and I can’t wait for the next couple routes because both Shannon and Lana deserve it.

#yandere #yandere boy #male yandere #asks #recommendation #heart fragment

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