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hotdilfs11 · 7 months

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Mafia Boss- Thomas Shelby x Reader pt 3

✩summary: The Shelby knew this girl when she was very little. However, when her mother passed away (at 16) everything changed and everyone drifted away from each other. Now after seven years Veronica is a mafia boss in her fathers business. Her father sent her to Birmingham on business, will this play off well?

✩pairings:girl named Veronica(POC) x Thomas Shelby

✩warnings: none

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I got out of the hot, steamy bathroom, leaving a trail of wet footprints going to my room. I sit at my makeup table, wrapped in my fluffy white robe. I started to moisturize and prep my face, then started to put some makeup on. I do my signature look that I always do for parties. I did a dark smoky eye with a wing, and then I lined my lips with black as I started to put on dark red lipstick. I blended my lips together so my lips could look like a dark Gothic red. I start with my hair, doing something very simple to it.

I looked behind one of the doors in my room to see two dresses on the hook. One said Ambrose and the other said dad in cursive, and of course I picked Ambrose’s dress because he knows how I dress and how I like my clothes to be fitted. I placed the black zip-up bag on my king-sized bed, and as I laid it down, I started to zip the black bag down, revealing a long, elegant, off-the-shoulder silky black dress that also matched two pairs of black gloves that came up my arms. As I put on the dress, I felt the nice silky material sliding up my curves. As it was fully on my body, I zip up the dress, and the fabric started to hug every curve on my body, making me feel prestigious and elegant. I slip on the black silky gloves to go with it and then put on my simple black heels. I get a black clutch, and then I walk out the door as my two bodyguards follow me out of the room.

It took at least 50 minuted to get to Tommys house. As we start to pull up to his driveway, I look out the window to see his gorgeous house. He had expensive cars parked along his concrete driveway as for his house its a brick house with huge windows and a black design going along the roofing of the house. His house was lit up as we entered it, parking right in front of the long, sleek oval door.

My heart started racing. I felt like I couldn’t breath for a minute. I was so nervous to see them after seven years. The door swung open to reveal the entrance to the house. I was unsure about going into this house; I didn’t feel strong enough, but I had to be; that's part of the job. "Are you okay, madam?” Dante said to me in concern, reaching out his hand.

I took a deep breath and said, “Yes, I’m fine, Dante." I took his hand as he guided me out of the car. I see people standing outside giving me stares as two six-foot-tall body guards stand behind me, following my every move. I enter the Peaky Blinders house, greeted by a maid. ”Hello, miss, everyone is in the ballroom; I’ll take you there," she says tiredly. I nodded my head and started following her to the ballroom.

As I entered the room, my eyes lit up. It was so beautiful in the ballroom, which I'd never seen before. There's a bar, a stage, and a place where people are sitting and dancing. It amazed me for some odd reason.

I start to scan the room looking for Tommy, and then I finally spot him. He looks smug, with jet-black hair and a black suit; he has a medium build and steel blue eyes. He was sitting by the bar, drinking whisky and smoking by himself. He looks much older now, with a rough, traumatized look. He doesn’t look as happy anymore, and now I’m kind of regretting saying yes to my father. To think of it, I regret not saying no to my father when he took me away from here. My guilt started to crept in about everything that went down, but I have to be calm.

”Let's go, gentlemen," I say nonchalantly to my bodyguards as I start to walk up to Thomas Shelby. As I sit at the bar, my bodyguards hold back a little bit, trying to blend in with the crowd a little bit. The waiter comes up to me and asks what I want to drink.

”Bourbon, please,” I mouthed.

As the waiter gave me my drink, Tommy gave me a quick glance and continued to drink his drink, not even halfway recognizing me.

I look at Tommy with a grin on my face and say, "Thomas fucking Shelby, you got old mate."

He looked at me in confusion as I looked away from him swiftly. I took a little sip of it as the cold, hard liquid slid down my throat, feeling a burning sensation.

Tommy says as he squints his eyes, Excuse me?"

I looked at him and smiled, saying, "Hello to you too, Tommy."

"Bloody hell, Ronnie?" He says as he blinks rapidly, "You’ve changed a lot."

"You did too, Tommy. How are you?"

"I’m fine. When did you get here?” He has a deep, husky English accent.

Um, just yesterday, I said to him as I looked deep into his eyes, unable to get out of this trance.

He smiled, wow... Uh, why are you here?"

I chuckled and looked away from him, taking another sip of my drink. "Uh, I... not under good circumstances."

"What are the circumstances, love? He looked at her with concern. I couldn’t look at him at all, and I couldn't put my words together to begin to tell him the main reason I’m here. I still feel guilty and slightly selfish about this whole situation. Without warning, Tommy gently lifts up my chin with the tip of his index finger and middle finger, making me look at him. “Ronnie, what is it?"

"If I knew it was you, I wouldn't have been here, but my father was being coy and never told me.” I look down at my drink in guilt, snatching Tommy's hand away. ”Veronica, look at me," he demanded. I looked at him in worry, still trying to collect my words.

"What is it?" he says.

I sigh, “Ok, look, Tommy, I know you're the leader of Peaky Blinders. I just found out today.” I keep a strong look on my face.

He paused for a moment, rubbing his face. Okay?"

"My father and I want business with you, so you work for me and you get paid. I try to say it confidently.

He looked at me and thought for a minute.

"Can we discuss this somewhere else, Tommy?"

”Uh, yeah, I need to get the others, then we can go in my office," he says bluntly. He gets off the stool and walks away in a quick motion. I see him walk up to the other Shelbys. John, Arthur, and Polly all look over at me, but I look away quickly, feeling guilty about this whole situation.

As I’m drinking the rest of my drink, Tommy comes up to me and says, “Ok, come on, we're going to go in my office and you can go into more detail, yeah?"

Ok," I say with a mean look.

As I got up and started walking with Tommy by my side, I felt a slight pressure form on my back. I look down and realize it's Tommy's hand on my back, and as we got closer to his office, his hand started to move lower and lower down my back. I lost my breath trying not to show Tommy how nervous I am. I missed him graciously and how he was always touchy with me or how protective he was, but when I left, I learned how to protect myself.

"Right this way," he says as I walk into this dark, mysterious office. The lights were kind of dim, and the whole office had a dark brown undertone to it.

"Hey V," someone said in a deep voice. I was confused by that one voice until I realized that only one person in this world calls me V, and that's John Shelby. I reached out my hand to greet John, amazed at how he looked. Then my eyes started to wander around the room to see Polly and Arthur.

”Hey" Poll said with tears in her eyes, reaching her arms, feeling vulnerable, at the moment I ran into her arms, missing the feeling that Polly was like another mother to me, I turned to Arthur and smiled as he collided into me.

I stand back, looking at Tommy, putting a mean look on my face, knowing I’m only here to talk business. I try not to show vulnerability; instead, I insert dominance as I start to walk over to Thomas desk. “Ok, so let's talk business,” I demanded.

Thomas followed me and sat at his desk, looking up at me. "So what’s this offer?"

I turn to him and say, “You'll be working for me, doing tasks, doing certain jobs for me. When I tell you to do something, you do it; that's how you get paid.” I said as I crossed my arms.

"So we're basically like a fucking lap dog," John says with an aggressive tone. I look at John and say, “Honestly, you are; however, you're going to be making money out of it. Now that I've looked at your history with everyone you worked with, I can tell you didn’t make shit.”

Thomas concern raises, "How do you know that?"

”It's not your business to know; your business is to work under me and get paid. Now if you do a job for me, you’ll get paid two days after. “I say, Make eye contact with everyone in the room.

"How much?" Polly looked at me.

"One hundred and ninety thousand dollars, and if the job is serious, then a quarter of a million dollars."

"Fucking hell," Arthur said with his rustic accent.

”However, I’m giving you this warning now if you want to work with me." I put my hands on the desk, leaning towards everyone in the room.

"You fuck me over, I come for you, you understand? “I said this with a cold look on my face, looking down at everyone, especially Tommy. "I want loyalty and fucking commitment. yeah?" I’m still looking dead into Tommy's eyes as he starts to nod at what I just said to him.

I start to look at Tommy's desk, finding a notepad and a pen scribbling down something. "Now meet me at 4 p.m. at The Garrison, yeah? the one you guys own?” I said this as I gave the notepad to Tommy. He looked at me with a gleaming expression, surprised by my dominance. He doesn't remember me like this; none of them do.

"How do you know that?" Tommy said as he suspected something of me.

"Because I do," I say in a quick response.

”Guys, will you excuse us? I want to talk to Miss Hawthorne alone, please," he says, demanding everyone out of the room.

I took Polly's seat and crossed my legs, looking into Thomas eyes. "Why are you acting like this? I don-.”

I cut him off mid-sentence. "Because I have too, you should understand this, Tommy." I sigh. “Look, Tommy, this is my job; I cannot give you guys special treatment.” I stand up, walking over to Tommy's desk.

"Now, you make your decision now or tomorrow." He stands up, looks me dead in the eyes, and says, "Tomorrow will do, Ronnie."

I nodded to him while walking away. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked towards the door. I twist the nob and open the door to see two of my bodyguards guarding Tommy's office. ”Let's go, gentlemen," I say to my bodyguards as I walk away from his office.

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astralaffairs · 1 year

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voltaire to versace 04 | thomas jefferson

title: voltaire to versace 04

pairing: professor!thomas jefferson x reader

words: 7.4k

warnings: this one is chill just like sexual tension. sorry ive been gone for two years lol

desc: from francis bacon to foucault, descartes to dante, your political philosophy seminar doesn’t promise to be a blowout — and yet, one mysterious stranger and a risqué evening later, your burberry-clad professor gives you the feeling it won’t be quite the snoozefest you’d expected.

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SHE STILL FINISHED grading the first round of essays for Thomas, but she dropped them off at the faculty mailboxes that Sunday afternoon — she couldn't face him at that point. On Monday, she gravitated back to her seat at the rear of his lecture hall. She did the same on Wednesday.

Her responses to his emails and his texts were short and to-the-point. He needed her to grade the recent papers from his International Security class? Sure, but she was busy during his office hours; any chance he could leave them in his mailbox so she could pick them up the next morning? Thanks, that'd be great. He wanted her to work with him on laying out the rubric for an essay? No problem. She'd set up a shared Google Doc right away.

It was a week after Y/N had last spoken to Thomas that Dolley was over his apartment that weekend with James. She was smug when she came home to Y/N.

"Thomas is looking for you," she said mildly, and Y/N glanced up from her laptop on the couch with a skeptical gaze.

"And what, exactly, makes you say that?"

"He asked me to tell you."

Y/N's eyebrows shot up. "Wait, seriously?"

"Mhm." Dolley's smile was self-pleased. "He was home when I was over, and he said he needed to talk to you."

"Thanks for letting me know." Y/N's voice was tense as she looked back to the paper she was writing, and Dolley took a seat beside her with a glass of water.

"Can I ask why that might be?"

"No clue."

"So are you going to talk to him?"

"I have class with him Monday. I'll see him then."

"Y/N." She gave her a deadpanned look, and Y/N looked tired when she met her eyes. "Did something happen? You haven't mentioned his name even once all this week."

"No, everything's fine," Y/N assured her, but Dolley looked less than convinced.

"Then why do you look so unhappy right now, dear?"

"What? I don't," she replied defensively, and Dolley raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"How daft do you think I am?" she asked, folding her arms after she put her glass on their coffee table. "You can deny wanting to sleep with him all you'd like, but I know how much you like Thomas. It isn't exactly subtle. So what happened with you two?"

Y/N sighed, rubbing the side of her nose. "It's not really that big of a deal. I'm probably blowing it out of proportion, but he drove me home from the party at their apartment last weekend, and..."

"And?"

"And I came onto him." She was wincing at even the memory. "I was drunk, though, and he knew that, but it was so stupid. I'm still kind of mortified, so I've been dodging his attempts to talk to me. I don't know how I'm supposed to face him."

Dolley took a deep breath, eyeing Y/N where she sat with her head in her hands, her laptop closed on her lap. "Well, he clearly wants you to talk to him, so I'm sure he didn't think it was quite so bad."

"But I'm gonna be an anxious wreck the next time I have to talk to him," she groaned.

"You're his TA and his student," Dolley pointed out. "You can't avoid him forever."

"I'm not trying to," Y/N said. "But… y'know. I can still put it off for a little while. Midterms are only a week away, and then it's spring break. If I can make it that far, I don't have to talk to him until fourth quarter."

"You're being ridiculous."

“I’m being practical,” she replied, “besides, it’s only two weeks till break. The only time I’m gonna need to talk to him is when I turn in my midterm.”

Dolley snorted. “I’d wish you luck, but this one’s a lost cause, dear.”

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IN THE END, Dolley was right. He hardly let her get away with it for more than a week.

"Y/N, can I have a word?"

She cringed.

It was 6 PM on Wednesday; the rest of her class was filing out of the lecture hall, but she paused where she stood in the row second to last. She'd already turned to leave. She shifted on her feet as she turned to Thomas, pulled her bag further up her shoulder, but when she saw him standing at the front of the room, arms folded and brow creased as he watched her, she couldn't meet his eyes.

Her classmates shot her curious looks as they left — Thomas never asked students to stay after class. If something was wrong, he sent them emails, he asked them to come to his office hours, he’d even used Twitter messages to reach people before, but he never publicly asked someone to hang back. She’d learned that it was against his ethos as a professor; he’d told her a story or two of his college days that made her understand why.

However, as much attention as this anomaly in his behavior drew, she had a feeling she knew why he wanted a word with her. She slumped back into her chair beside the aisle until everyone else was gone, and finally, the door fell shut, echoed through the hall, and she approached Thomas's desk with a looming sense of dread. He glanced up from packing his bag.

"Hey."

"Hey." Her voice was hesitant. "You couldn't have just approached me after the class got out?"

"In my defense," he started, "you haven't been makin' yourself all that easy to find. Everything okay lately?"

He was watching her expectantly, an eyebrow raised, and she folded her arms. "Yeah. Just fine."

"Then lemme rephrase that." Then, he turned fully toward her, his bag pulled shut and pushed aside. He frowned. "Why've you been avoiding me?"

Her eyebrows shot up. "What? I'm not."

"Yes, you are." The words left no room for negotiation, and she sighed. "And I mean, 's your prerogative. You've still been comin' through as a TA, so I'm not about to try and criticize you, but can I at least get an explanation?"

He looked pretty frustrated for someone who wasn't about to try and criticize her.

"You're not that oblivious," she said. "I have a feeling you know why."

Several moments passed in a tense silence. He was eyeing her tentatively, unmoving, and she couldn't meet his scrutinizing gaze, shifting on her feet. Finally, he sighed.

"The party?"

"Got it in one."

To her surprise, he let out a dry huff of laughter. "To be honest, I'm surprised you even remember that."

"I kinda wish I didn't."

Thomas offered her a reluctant smile. "I hear that. But..." He hesitated. "Which part of that night’s still bothering you?”

Y/N furrowed her brow, looking back up toward him. "Seriously?”

She figured it was obvious. Trying to seduce your professor while well-past drunk seemed like a clear, egregious issue, and she wasn’t quite sure why he was playing dumb.

"After all that time you spent avoidin’ me, you've gotta know what I'm talkin' about. C'mon." She stared at him blankly for another moment, and finally, he sighed. "Nevermind. I'm sorry about what happened then. We don't have to keep discussin' it if you don't wanna."

"No, hang on, what are you sorry for?" she asked, disbelief clear in her voice, and he raised an eyebrow. She hesitated before she went on, "I... I'm sorry for coming onto you like that. It was really stupid, and I know I crossed a line, but that's all my own fault; I don't—"

"You were drunk. Don't feel bad about it," he said reasonably. She was searching his apologetic expression as he spoke; she couldn't fathom why he looked guilty. Had something happened that she didn't remember?

"But why are you apologizing?" she asked softly, creasing her forehead. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"I got real close to doin' something I shouldn't, though," he said, carding a hand through his curls. "I shouldn't have let it get that far. 'Specially not when you were drunk. I got too close to crossing that line."

"Too close to..." Y/N repeated, trailing off with her brow furrowed, but that was when it hit her. Had she not been so mortified by her own actions, she realized, she'd have been dwelling instead on the way his hands had tightened around her waist, how he'd pulled her into himself with a bruising grip when she tugged at his hair. That evening, she'd convinced herself he was going to spend the night. "Oh."

"Yeah." He swallowed hard, hands tucked into his pockets. "So, 'm sorry. I should've shut that down, and I get why you've been keepin' your distance."

"No, no, relax." She dismissed his apology with a flippant wave of her hand. "I was in the wrong. You were trying to be considerate."

"You're givin' me too much credit," he sighed, and a flicker of a smile graced her lips.

"I wouldn't say that," she argued, and she hesitated, cocked a brow before adding, "Unless, of course, you had an ulterior motive for insisting on taking me home in the middle of the night?"

His eyes widened. "Oh! Jesus, no, I swear, I didn't— I wouldn't..." As an amused grin split Y/N's controlled expression, though, he trailed off, squinting at her. "You're just messin' with me, aren't you?"

“Maybe,” she answered mildly, giving an innocent shrug. He scowled. “But, really, Thomas, it’s fine. We can forget it ever happened, okay?”

He watched her warily as she offered him a tense smile. He wasn't sure it was fine, and quite frankly, he knew he'd have a hard time forgetting it ever happened — he felt like there was more left to say.

But as his pause stretched on, as she raised her eyebrows at his uncharacteristic silence, he didn't have the words.

"You sure?" was all he finally said.

"Yeah."

“Alright.” He eyed her for another moment, wary, before he pulled his bag up onto his shoulder. "That’s good. I… guess I'll see you around. Good luck with midterms, Y/N."

She didn't miss the final, unreadable once-over he gave her before starting up the stairs out of the lecture hall. She didn't go after him.

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WHAT FOLLOWED WAS midterms week, which came and went without much pomp or circumstance. She didn't see much of Thomas that week after finishing with his test, which was more intentional than she’d like to have admitted. On Friday night, she finished grading the papers he'd delegated to her, but she just left them in his mailbox.

When Saturday afternoon rolled around, she was perched on the couch in her apartment flipping through the same Netflix suggestions she'd been seeing for the past hour. She'd had an incredibly relaxed day, and she assumed it would stay as such until Dolley came bursting in with a wide grin.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Where are you coming from looking so excited?"

"James's."

"Ah." No further questions were necessary, but when Dolley circled around to stand right between Y/N and the television, it was clear something more was up — something Y/N had no interest in finding out about. "Do you mind? I was watching that."

"Oh, please. No, you weren't," Dolley scoffed, but her eyes were alight despite her contrived annoyance.

"Well, I was going to," Y/N grumbled, and Dolley could only smile.

"You're going to want to hear what I have to say."

"Am I?"

"Certainly." Y/N raised an expectant brow when Dolley took a step closer to her. "Spring break just started."

"What else is new?"

"James's family has a home in the Outer Banks."

"Good for him." Y/N's responses were short as she tried to lean around Dolley, scrolling through the 'New to Netflix' category. Dolley groaned, rolled her eyes. Y/N's noises of protest went entirely ignored as Dolley pulled her remote from her hand, and she deadpanned as Dolley rested her hands on her shoulders, sitting down to straddle her lap on the couch. "Seriously?" Y/N whined.

"And we are going to the Outer Banks for spring break."

"I'm sorry, what?" She let out a dry laugh at the conviction in Dolley's voice. "Alright, maybe you're going to the Outer Banks over break, but last I checked, James and I aren't exactly on the level of road trip buddies."

"Please consider it. He told me I could invite you."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Yeah, because he likes you. Not because he wants me there."

"Oh, what does it matter?" she whined. "An invitation is an invitation. James just doesn't know you yet. I'm sure he'll come to love you."

"I don't care," Y/N groaned, shoving her off, and Dolley rolled off to sit beside her on the couch with a huff. "As much as I love you, I refuse to let your infatuation with James take over my social life."

"What social life?" Dolley scoffed. "I've already taken it over. Now I'm just adding James."

"Hey, I have other friends," Y/N said, but Dolley gave her a disbelieving look.

"Your professors and your study groups don't count."

"There's also the kid I see every day in the library," Y/N defended. "He's the only other one on the sixth floor."

"Do you even know his name?"

She hesitated. "That's not relevant."

"Darling," Dolley groaned, shifting onto her side to face Y/N. "Just come with me. It'll be fun. And I'm sure James is bringing Thomas; after all, they're roommates."

"That doesn't add to the appeal, Doll." Y/N wasn’t sure she trusted herself on a vacation spent with him in the Outer Banks, sleeping in the same house as him, trying not to stare at him shirtless on the beach. "I let you drag me to their apartment for a night, and it ended up sucking. I'm not gonna subject myself to that for a whole week."

"Ten days," Dolley corrected her.

"That's worse." Y/N’s huff was heavy, and as she raked a hand through her hair, Dolley wore a pout. “Besides, I can’t. I have that scholarship dinner thing, remember? I have to wine and dine all the donors.”

Dolley wrinkled her nose. “I forgot about those. I’ve always thought they were exploitative.”

“Oh, they are,” Y/N agreed, “but they’re giving me too much money for me to be able to complain. I can be their little academic Miss America for a night as long as they keep paying my tuition.”

Dolley hummed in acquiescence as Y/N returned to scrolling through her suggested shows on Netflix. “So it’s like a beauty pageant, but instead of hair extensions, you bring your resume.”

“Feels more like a strip club. I had to go to two at my old school, and it’s just putting on a show to get rich, wrinkled old men to throw us a few bucks. May as well wear a g-string and try to find myself a sugar daddy.”

“Mmh, let me know if any of your DILFs have pretty sons, alright?”

Y/N gave Dolley a skeptical look. “You’ve already got James; leave the rich legacy boys for me.”

“Sharing is caring.”

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ULTIMATELY, DOLLEY WENT to the Outer Banks without her. She left the next morning (but apparently couldn't leave without giving Y/N a serious tongue-lashing). And from there, Y/N was left to fend for herself.

The first couple days were fine. She ate the remainder of the groceries in the apartment. She watched seven seasons of Grey's Anatomy before deciding she hated all the characters. She cleaned out the fridge. She drank Dolley's nice red wine (with no plans to replace it). She organized her sock drawer.

Alright, so maybe she was going a little stir-crazy in Dolley's absence. So much for her having a social life outside of that apartment.

However, she didn't leave until she was clean out of food, bourbon, and episodes of SVU.

She was just around the corner from the nice CVS, though, so when she left, she didn't particularly expect to have any reason to look her best — if any of her classmates saw her in her pajama pants, it was far from her greatest concern.

She emerged with two white plastic bags, both stretching around the edges of the fruits of her pseudo-grocery run; the fact that she hadn't bought anything with nearly the nutritional value of actual fruit was beside the point. Regardless, she was feeling rather self-satisfied as she turned onto the sidewalk headed back to her apartment, arms weighed down with junk food, holding her CVS rewards card in the corner of her mouth, lips pressed into a thin line as she tried to re-organize her wallet — but apparently, she was too preoccupied to realize what was immediately in front of her as she took the next left.

"Woah, there."

She screeched as she ran directly into the man on the other side of the corner. As she stumbled backward, not managing to spare herself from falling on her ass, two of her grocery bags went tumbling to the ground; three split right through the bottom of the plastic, and as her pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream rolled to the feet of her accidental assailant, she let out a defeated groan.

She dropped her shoulders with an angry huff, and when the man before her leaned down to pick up the ice cream she'd spent the past week working up the energy to leave the house for, her gaze followed it up as he rose.

"Mint chip? Really?" When she caught sight of Thomas's amused expression, the exhaustion on her shoulders only compounded. He'd clearly been out running; he ran a hand through his curls, wiped the sweat from his brow as he popped out one of his earbuds. "You've got some awful taste, there."

"Of course, it's you," she grumbled. "Because I couldn't have been bulldozed by some stranger to, at least, spare myself the humiliation."

His smile was entertained as she dusted herself off, sparing what she could of her CVS haul, tucking her rewards card into her wallet and her pack of razor heads into her purse before she stood. "I think this belongs to you?"

"Yeah, yeah." The annoyance was clear in her voice when she looked up to see his outstretched hand, offering her back the ice cream, but (although she took the pint back immediately, as her priorities were still in order) that wasn't where her gaze stopped, instead trailing up his arm to his heaving (bare) chest and the earbuds hanging loosely from one of his ears. Her breath caught in her throat.

Sweat trailed down his torso to his abs, glistening in the mid-morning sunlight and drawing her eyes down to the waist of his sweatpants where they hung low on his hips. Her stare was only broken when he pulled his headphones out, wrapping them around his hand and yanking her gaze back up to his arms. The shift didn't help; instead, she couldn't break her wide-eyed, gawking stare from his biceps.

"Y/N?"

She was jolted back to earth with a start at the sound of his voice as he stuffed his earbuds into his pocket. His grin was broad, and her cheeks were on fire. "Shit, sorry, I, um—"

"Relax, it's fine," he said, tucking his phone in his pocket. "Need a hand with your, uh..." He picked up her extra-large jar of Nutella, "groceries?"

As he watched her expectantly, she swallowed hard, shaking her head with a tense smile. "No, no, that's fine," she assured him. "I wouldn't want to interrupt your run. I can manage."

He quirked a brow. "You sure? You're gonna have a hell of a time carryin' all of these on your own."

"I don't live far."

"I know," he said, and as she did her best to collect all her goods from the pavement around them, he did the same, "but there's no way you can get these all back by hand."

"I'll be alright," she said, her words taking on an undertone of annoyance (although it was ultimately born of her unease). Thomas didn't look so convinced.

"C'mon, just lemme help you out?" he reasoned with her, and as she tried to pull her purse shut around her two bags of mini tacos, balancing a package of laundry detergent pods on her lifted knee, she couldn't put up too much resistance. "You 'n I both know you need it."

Y/N pursed her lips. "Fine. Thank you."

Thomas raised an eyebrow. "Call me crazy, but you don't sound too grateful, now."

"Let's just go."

Though it took them a moment longer, between them, they did manage to balance all of her quasi-groceries in their arms, and Y/N nodded in the direction Thomas had been coming from. "My apartment is back this way."

"Yeah, I remember."

"Still?"

He shrugged. "I'm good with directions. And I've taken you back there twice, now."

"Right.” Against her will, the memories from those two separate nights began to surface in her mind, and she could feel her cheeks heating up. “How could I forget?”

Her tone was dry, uncomfortable, but to her relief, Thomas laughed it off.

"Someone's feelin' hostile today, huh?" he commented. Although she rolled her eyes, her face was burning; his presence had her on edge, reacting to even the smallest of his movements, and she was still trying to shake off how mortified she was from having run into him in the first place.

"Sorry. I'm just tired." He raised an eyebrow. "My sleep schedule's been all over the place without Dolley around to nag me about it."

"Oh, yeah, she's outta town with James, huh?" She hummed in confirmation. “Why didn’t you end up goin’ with ‘em? James told me he invited you.”

She huffed out a dry laugh. “Yeah, he invited me as an extension of Dolley because he wanted her there. I’m much happier alone in my apartment than stuck in the Outer Banks with people I hardly know.”

“Yeah, you ‘n me both.”

Y/N furrowed her brow. “I thought these were your friends that were going.”

He shrugged. “James ended up bringin’ a lotta grad students I’ve never met. Some undergrads in there, too. Would’ve been a shitty ten days, ‘specially once he let me know you weren’t comin’.”

“‘Especially once you knew I wasn’t coming’?” she echoed, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, don’t get ahead of yourself,” he replied. “I stayed behind ‘cause I knew I could pawn more papers off on you to grade.”

“Well, that is part of my charm,” she said frankly, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“That and the pajamas you’re always wearin’ around campus?”

“Oh, come on, I’ve seen you when I was wearing pajamas once. That’s it.”

He hummed skeptically, and she glanced up at him as they walked. “I know you’re no math major, but addin’ today to the day you stormed into my office makes two days, not one.”

“Today doesn’t count,” she argued. “The plan was to go to CVS, go back home, and interact with nobody. Besides, you’re not even wearing a shirt, so it’s not like you have any room to judge.”

“At least you know that I own shirts, though.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“That you only own pajamas, sweetheart. Didn’t think I had to spell it out for you,” he said matter-of-factly, casting her a sidelong glance, and while his expression was playful, she could feel her cheeks flush.

“Oh, shut up; you know that isn’t true,” she defended. “Just because I’m partial to my sweatpants doesn’t mean I can’t dress up when need be. I have nice clothes.”

He eyed her skeptically. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

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IT TOOK THE pair of them just a few minutes to reach Y/N’s apartment building, but it took several more for them to actually make it up to her apartment. Trying to get the door unlocked without dropping anything was a fiasco — it ended in one of her mini Coke cans rolling down the hall, no doubt fated to explode the minute she opened it, and a bag of pizza rolls splitting open at the corner when she dropped it. Thomas had little sympathy for her complaints about them being exposed to carpet germs.

"Thank you for all the help." Y/N turned to Thomas with a sheepish smile when she finally put her groceries down. "Sorry for ruining your workout."

"Don't mention it." He dismissed her apology with a wave of his hand after he put the rest of her things down into the pile she'd started. "After all, you're tiring enough that it doesn't make a difference."

"Shut up." Despite her scowl, he snickered, and she rolled her eyes as she went to open her fridge. "I should put everything away so it doesn't go bad, but is there anything I can get you as a 'thank you'? A drink? Something to eat?"

"This just your way of askin' me to stay longer?" He raised a teasing eyebrow, but when she turned to him, her eyes were wide.

“Oh! No, no, I didn’t mean… I mean, you don’t have to, I just—”

“Woah, relax.” His voice held a trace of a laugh at the panic that was slowly dissipating from her gaze. “I was kiddin’, alright? Didn’t mean to rattle you like that.”

“I’m not rattled,” she defended, closing her fridge, and she could feel her cheeks heating up as he eyed her with disbelief. “I just felt like I owed you something for all the help. I know I kinda derailed your day."

"I told you, it wasn't a problem," he said mildly. “But, y’know, if you wanna pay me back, I’ve got a whole lot more papers that need gradin’.”

Her groan made him laugh. “God, please don’t make me regret becoming your TA. I have better things to do with my spring break.”

“Like what?”

“Like eating all the ice cream I just bought?” she said, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world, and he rolled his eyes.

“C’mon, if I give you the rubric, you really can’t multitask?”

She sighed. “Yeah, alright, if you really need the help. I’ll come to pick them up sometime this week if that works for you?”

“That’s just fine. I wasn’t plannin’ on going into my office, though, so you’ll have to swing by my apartment.” Her most vivid memories of the last time she’d been at his place flashed in her mind’s eye. “That okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, of course.” She cleared her throat when she realized how long her moment of hesitation had been. He creased his brow. “Just tell me what time you’ll be home. I won’t have any scheduling conflicts.”

“What, you don’t have any big parties on the calendar?” he asked, cracking a lopsided grin, and she let out the lightest of laughs, the sound quiet and forced. “You aren’t gonna find yourself gettin’ arrested when a professor calls the cops on your rager?”

“Nah, not this time,” she said. Her smile was stiff, and he pursed his lips as he watched her continue unpacking her groceries, bending down to tuck various packages into different cupboards.

“Good to know,” he replied. In the pause that followed, Y/N was aware of every twitch of every muscle in her body; she could feel his eyes on her as she moved through her space. “I’ll text you when I sort ‘em out, then.”

“Cool.” Her mouth was dry. She didn’t look his way.

“Alright.” The hum of the fridge had never sounded louder. They could hear footsteps on an adjacent floor of the building and the soft buzz of their AC unit. Y/N swallowed. His next words were cautious. “So, should I, uh, head on out, then?”

Her eyebrows jumped. When she turned her head to look at him, she realized he hadn’t moved from his spot. She shrugged hesitantly.

“I mean, it’s your call.” His gaze flitted away from her when she met his eyes. “If you have somewhere to be, I don’t wanna keep you. I can finish putting my food away.”

“Wouldn't wanna overstay my welcome is all. I dunno if I should be spendin’ any more time in your apartment than I need to.” His expression was nonchalant, uncaring, but his shoulders were tense. She could see the tendons in his upper arms twitching, and it was only then that she was reminded that he was, in fact, very shirtless in her kitchen.

He glanced back at her with tentative eyes.

“That might be smart.” She stood up to her full height, looking down at the counter before her. “It’s getting kinda late anyway. You should probably head back before it gets dark.”

It was nowhere near sundown, but the message was certainly received, and Thomas nodded. “‘Course. I’ll see myself out.”

“Thanks for the help with the groceries,” Y/N said softly, and he smiled.

“Anytime,” he said. “I’ll see you soon.”

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“WHAT CLASS GOT a multiple choice midterm?” The indignance in Y/N’s voice made Thomas laugh.

“The freshmen.”

They were at Thomas’s apartment. Dolley and James would still be gone on their road trip for five more days, though, and that left them living alone about a block away from each other. Y/N wasn’t sure she knew where they stood, but when she went to pick up the midterms Thomas needed her to grade, he first had to walk her through the rubric. Then she started asking questions, and they both ended up sitting; then Thomas returned to sipping his coffee, and Y/N started leafing through one of the papers with a pen, and it only made sense for her to stay.

At least, that was how she justified it to herself as she reached the end of her second hour parked on his couch.

“I swear to god, you coddle those freshmen,” she said, twirling her pen absentmindedly as she went through the answer key. She scowled. “And they’re still getting, like, 25% off.”

“See? I’ve gotta coddle ‘em,” he defended. “If I make that class any harder, I’m gonna have a full class of Fs on my record. Won’t be gettin’ tenure, that’s for sure.”

“If you treated them like they were competent, maybe they’d be forced to learn,” she suggested, and he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. When you finish grading ‘em, d’you mind calculating the curve for me?”

“This is curved?” Her tone bordered on genuine annoyance, but her dramatic reaction was only entertaining Thomas. “I’m gonna need another cup of coffee to get through this.”

“Now, this feels exploitive.”

“You don’t even pay me to TA,” she pointed out. “With the bullshit I put up with, you owe me a drink from that fancy espresso machine you have tucked away.”

“Aw, c’mon, is workin’ with me really so bad, sweetheart?” He plastered on a pout, but the casual term of endearment made her pulse jump. It didn’t feel so natural to hear him call her that anymore.

"Don't get me started," she said, but she knew how shaky she sounded. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice (and if he did, he didn't mention it).

“Alright, alright. I was just headed to get myself another, anyway.” He acquiesced easily, and she was all but relieved when he left the room, taking both their mugs with him.

She wanted there to be a way for her to shake off any of the nerves he always seemed to leave her with. It wasn’t right; it wasn’t fair — he was her professor. He used terms of endearment without a second thought. She needed to stop overthinking it, especially given that she’d heard him call both Maria and Angelica “darling” and “honey” on more than one occasion. “Sweetheart” seemed to be reserved for her, though.

Stop thinking like that.

She cringed as the observation surfaced. She knew she was reading into it, and her mind was running a mile a minute to try and replace the idea with something else, any kind of distraction. She decided to chalk it all up to the caffeine she’d been consuming en masse.

So maybe another latte wasn’t the greatest idea. She pushed herself off of his couch with a grunt.

All she wanted was a glass of water, so she didn't expect that there'd be any problem with her just barging into his kitchen since she was already at his place.

But she'd just turned into the kitchen's doorway, and Thomas wouldn't have minded it if she hadn't turned with the worst timing imaginable.

"Oh, fuck." She felt the coffee scalding her skin before she processed what'd happened. Her grimace was involuntary and pronounced as she stumbled away from him, pulling the back of her shirt as far away from her body as she could. "Shit, shit, shit, that's hot."

"Jesus, are you alright?" It wasn't until a split second later that she turned to see Thomas standing behind her, mortified and frantically going to set down his mugs so he could go to check on her.

But she only shook her head, doing her best to regulate her breathing, control her expression despite the searing pain across her upper back. “Shit, I—” Her voice broke off as she swallowed hard, far from concerned with being a considerate guest when she pushed past him into his kitchen. Thomas was frozen to the spot, watching her rush to the sink and frantically yanking off the nozzle of his sink to run cold water over her shoulder blade (she’d never been more grateful for his bougie interior design). Her focus was nowhere near him.

She had no clue how to treat a burn. However, she didn’t think twice before tearing her shirt off — it was searing her skin.

Her tunnel vision may have blinded her to the larger context of her panic (and for good reason, all things considered), but Thomas was stunned as he watched her strip off her button-down in the middle of his kitchen, run it under water to use it as a rag. She tucked it under her left bra strap so that she could press the cold cloth directly against the burn.

Thomas was gawking. When Y/N caught her breath, turning to him, she met his eyes, and— well, actually, she didn’t meet his eyes. His gaze was focused a good ten inches below her eyes, and she chose to conclude that he was staring at her chest because he was concerned about having burnt her with coffee. The fact that not even a drop of the scalding coffee had touched her chest was a nonissue.

“Do you know anything about treating burns?”

“Not…” He cleared his throat, redirecting his stare up to where her eyes actually were. “Not much. I— Holy shit, are you alright? God… lemme Google it. Hang on.” She tried to catch her breath as Thomas pulled out his phone, and the first thing he said was, “Alright, says you’ve gotta get rid of any clothes over the burn.” He glanced back up at her. “Looks like you’ve got that covered, though.”

“Yeah, I figured that one out for myself. Thanks.” Her tone was dry.

“Right.” Thomas cleared his throat. “You wanna use my shower to run it under cold water, then?”

She nodded frantically, grimacing as she pulled her damp shirt out from under her bra strap, holding that as far from her skin as she could without her bra coming off. “Please.”

It took just about all of Thomas’s willpower to keep his gaze north of her collarbones as he showed her where the bathroom was and told her how to work the shower. If any god happened to be real, he was fairly sure he was being tested that afternoon — and all because he didn’t feel like calculating the curve on his midterms. He could safely say that this was far more difficult.

He gave her a towel and some of his spare clothes to change into, but when she dug the Neosporin out of his medicine cabinet, he heard her call his name.

He knocked on the bathroom door. “Everything alright in there?”

“Yeah, I just…” Her voice was muffled as she trailed off. “I can’t reach the burn.”

“Oh.” He swallowed audibly, although Y/N was far enough that she couldn’t hear it. “D’you… need help?”

“Please.” Her voice was hesitant and nervous.

“Can… can I come in?”

“Yeah, just hang on a second.” There was a pause. Y/N didn't meet his eyes when she came to open the door; she held a towel over her bra-clad chest, one of the straps having slipped off the side of her left shoulder. "I, er… can't reach my back to bandage it. Can you… ?"

Thomas's eyes widened. "Oh, um, yeah. Yeah, I've got it."

"Thanks," she said quietly, and when she turned to the sink, passing him the ointment and gauze as she faced the mirror, she kept her hand towel held over her front. "Sorry about… all this."

"Why're you sorry?" The amusement in his voice eased the tension in her shoulders. "Sorry for gettin' coffee spilled on you? Sorry for havin' skin on your back?"

"Sorry for having burnable skin on my back," she corrected him, and he laughed.

"Yeah, alright, good point. If you weren't so damn flammable we wouldn't have this issue," he teased, but he pursed his lips. "In all seriousness, this one's on me. Wasn't watching where I was goin'; I was the one that ran right into you, not the other way around."

"Yeah, but I was in the way," Y/N pushed back, and Thomas raised a skeptical eyebrow, meeting her eyes in the mirror.

"You've gotta stop apologizing for things, sweetheart. Especially things that I think we both know weren't your fault." How frankly he spoke made her sigh, and in that moment, it felt as if she was back in the entrance of her apartment, clinging to him as he tried to keep himself from pulling her closer. She swallowed her pang of guilt. “Lemme know if this hurts, yeah?”

“Okay.” Her voice was small.

Neither of them spoke as he dabbed ointment onto her wound, and his gentle touch had a warmth filling her skin that had nothing to do with the burn. He stood within inches behind her. The air in his bathroom was tense; both of them were aware of every movement the other made, every brush of their skin against one another, and it took every ounce of her willpower to keep her eyes down, to keep from staring at him in the mirror. She glanced up to see him knitting his brow, concern in his gaze.

He placed the ointment back onto his sink, instead unraveling the gauze he held in his other hand.

"Pass me the medical tape?" The sound of his voice made her look up, meeting his eyes in the mirror. It took her a moment to process his words, but when she did, she broke his gaze immediately, clearing her throat and nodding as she reached for it and handed it back to him.

Her skin tingled as he laid the gauze softly over her wound, doing his best to give her skin room to breathe. She shivered as he taped it down by the sides. "Alright."

"You're done?"

He nodded and although his touch was tentative as he pressed the tape down to her back, it was firm. "Yeah, that should hold. Looks good."

"Okay," she said quietly, giving him a small smile. "Thank you."

When he finished, she expected him to take a step back, to let himself out of the bathroom so she could get dressed, and so she turned to him, anticipating that he'd move out of the way and she could retrieve her clothes from the bathroom floor. However, it was at the same time that she turned that he leaned forward to put the gauze back on the edge of the sink behind the ointment. They moved in synchrony, but it wasn't the synchrony either expected.

They were both far, far too afraid to move, then.

Thomas's hand was on the side of the sink, now to her right as she faced him, and with him leaning into her, between his arm beside her and the rest of his body in front of her, Y/N didn't have much of anywhere to go. Thomas, however, could've moved. He should've moved, too, and he knew that well. But when she turned to him, he found his face mere inches from hers. His nose brushed against her cheek, and with her having used his shower, with her wearing his spare clothes, he could smell the traces of his woody cologne mixing with a sugared scent he couldn't describe as anything other than her. She swallowed hard.

This felt familiar to both of them, by then. The proximity between them was all but second nature with how much time they spent together, with all the late hours in his office or her apartment. But this atmosphere was charged.

Every interaction between them had been measured and meticulous for months — while they had both been pushing boundaries, neither dared to cross them. But this? Neither of them had meant for this to happen. Neither had meant to make it so easy for them to simply fall into each other, but something about it seemed so natural, almost fateful.

Thomas was exercising every last drop of his willpower as he looked down at Y/N's wide eyes, her wet hair, her (his) pajama pants that were far too long for her. He tucked one of her damp locks behind her ear.

"We can't do this." Y/N's words were cautionary as Thomas's eyes wandered to her lips, but there was no feeling behind them. She didn't want him to stop.

"I know." His thumb traced her jaw, and he made no move to step away. He did know that what he was doing was wrong, but with how caught up he was in everything that was her, he was having trouble remembering why. "So stop me before I do something stupid."

She couldn't take a breath. Her voice was trembling.

"I don't think I want to."

He was hesitant to lean in toward her, but when he shifted forward, she met him halfway with every bit as much trepidation, and this kiss was nothing like the night they met. His touch was careful. His lips were slow, savoring the taste of her on his tongue. He held her as if his gentle touch would negate all the implications of their actions, all the damage this might cause.

Because this didn't feel like the illicit affair that Y/N knew it to be. This was Thomas, her friend, her coworker, her fleeting one-night stand, and she held him against her in an embrace like that of a lover, her arms looped around his neck as the side of her nose brushed against his. This was easy. This was natural.

But this was her professor.

"Stop." She pulled away from him, a hand on his chest as she struggled to catch her breath, and Thomas's gaze didn't read as dejection or hurt, but instead it came with an air of concern. The silence that followed her single word was excruciating.

"Y/N?" His voice was hoarse, but it was heavy with guilt. She didn't meet his eyes.

"I… I'm sorry, Thomas. I really…" She trailed off as he took a wary step back; she let out a breath of relief when he was no longer boxing her in against the counter, his hips no longer pinning hers back. "I need to go. I'm sorry."

She left the bathroom in a rush, grabbing her shirt from the floor and pulling it back over her head without a second thought. When she took off, he didn’t try to stop her.

#hamilton x reader #hamilton #thomas jefferson #thomas jefferson x reader #jefferson x reader #hamilton imagines #hamilton imagine #thomas jefferson imagine #thomas jefferson scenario #thomas jefferson scenarios #thomas jefferson smut #thomas jefferson fanfic #hamilton fic #hamilton x reader imagines

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racefortheironthrone · 1 month

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I have come to realize, I don't quite understand what a back-up story is? Like, do some comic issues just sometimes have too much space for the main story so they include another, smaller comic at the back?

No, it's usually the reverse: the creators have a story they like, but that's too short to make up a full comic, so they attach it as a bonus feature after the A-story.

To me, the acme of how to do backup stories are Chris Claremont's Classic X-Men. In an era before trade paperback and omnibus collections were common, in an era before there were digital comics libraries where you could access the entire back catalogue of entire companies on demand, Classic X-Men reprinted everything from the Roy Thomas/Neal Adams Silver Age through to the big hits of the first hundred or so issues of the Claremont run with edited captions and dialogue and interstitial panels and pages of new art.

However, Chris Claremont wasn't satisfied with tinkering around the edges, so the first 44 issues of Classic X-Men included backup stories by him and Ann Nocenti. These short (usually ~8 page) stories included a lot of "deleted scenes" - so you get to see how things that are alluded to but not shown in the main narrative, like the beginning of Logan and Jean's attraction in the immediate wake of Giant-Size #1, or Emma Frost's Hellfire Club scheming against Jason Wyngarde or Selene during the Dark Phoenix Saga, or Jean Grey wrestling with what it means to be the Phoenix with the help of Storm and Misty Knight, or why Nightcrawler stopped using his image inducer and came out of the closet as a mutant, etc. These scenes "danced between the raindrops" of canon, where they added richness and flavor to the main story without being essential reading.

But more and more, Claremont and Nocenti used these backup stories to fill out backstories through "period pieces." It is in these stories that we see Max Eisenhardt escape Auschwitz and tragically lose his daughter Anya, or go from being a Nazi hunter in South America to a mutant separatist terrorist when he learns the truth about Operation Paperclip. It is in these stories that we see Jean Grey's psychic powers awaken when she experiences the tragic death of her childhood friend Annie Richardson from inside Annie's mind, and how that shaped her understanding of life and death and what it means to be a mutant.

I would argue that these stories are essential reading, because they're often where Claremont (and Nocenti) found the emotional core of his characters, the motivational drives that make them who they are.

Alternatively, backup stories are where creators could take advantage of free "real estate" in anthology books, team-up books, and annuals to tell more fantastical and imaginative B-stories that wouldn't have fit within an overarching narrative. So we get weird stuff like Margali Szardos casting her adopted son Kurt Wagner into the literal Inferno of Dante Alighieri, or straight-edge Harlan County miner's son Sam Guthrie romantically abducted by an intergalactic cat burglar who also happens to be a cockney Joan Jett, and so on.

And that's what I like about backup stories - they're like miniature paintings, where the artists get to stretch their creative muscles free of the burden and pressure of the magnum opus.

#comics #comics meta #xmen #xmen meta #claremont run #chris claremont #ann nocenti

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egonspenglershusband · 3 months

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🩵🩵F/o List💜💜

Romantic F/os:

Arsène Lupin III (Lupin III)

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Jotaro Kujo (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

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Monkey King/Sun Wukong (Journey to The West/Lego Monkie Kid)

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Luigi (Mario Series)

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Gordon (Thomas and Friends)

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Hercules (TUGS)

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Lighting McQueen (Pixar Cars)

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Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner (X-Men)

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Beast/Hank McCoy (X-Men)

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Data Soong (Star Trek)

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Leonard 'Bones' McCoy (Star Trek: The Original Series)

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Egon Spengler (Ghostbusters/Real Ghostbusters)

Tag: 💚Nerds in Love🩵

Captain Barnacles (Octonauts)

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Russell Ziskey (Stripes)

Tag: 🪖My Soldier💚

SMG4 (Supermarioglitchy4)

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Poly Tag: 💙Guardians of My Heart💜

SMG3 (Supermarioglitchy4)

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Poly Tag: 💙Guardians of My Heart💜

Dante Hicks (Clerks)

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Familial F/os:

Bruno (Thomas and Friends: All Engines Go!) [Adopted Son]

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Ray Stantz (Ghostbusters/Real Ghostbusters) [Older Brother]

Tag: 👻Stantz Siblings🖌️

Slimer (Real Ghostbusters) ['Adopted' Son]

Tag: 🌭Goofy Ghost Son👻

Callie Spengler (Ghostbusters) [Step-Daughter]

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Trevor Spengler (Ghostbusters) [Grandson]

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Phoebe Spengler (Ghostbusters) [Granddaughter]

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Platonic F/os:

Peter Venkman (Ghostbusters/Real Ghostbusters)

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Winston Zeddemore (Ghostbusters/Real Ghostbusters)

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Tow Mater (Pixar Cars)

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Mario (Mario Series/Supermarioglitchy4)

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Meggy Spletzer (Supermarioglitchy4)

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Tari (Supermarioglitchy4)

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Melony (Supermarioglitchy4)

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reidwitchsblog · 6 months

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Shrine masterlist

Summary: Élide Cruz has lived a normal life so far. Going to church, grading papers, baking… that’s until a mysterious man appears wounded in her front yard.

Pairing: Brian Thomas or Timothy Wright or Tobias Erin Rogers x OC

Warning: 18+ content, mention of dead animals, religious themes, mention of people’s death, religious trauma, mentions of abuse, maybe the proxies are ooc, very brief mention of underware, wrong use of punctuation marks.

Author’s note: Hi!! So this is my very first fanfic and I was so excited when this idea came to my mind. I’ve been a fan of creepypastas since I was like 9 years old, and finally being a somewhat good writer, I was able to do this. I have big plans and I hope you enjoy it.

Author’s note 2: As you can tell, this is inspired by Dante Alighieri’s book “The Dinvine Comedy”, but the main inspiration comes form Hozier’s new album that is about the nine circles of hell (you should totally listen to it if you haven’t).

Author’s note 3: As you can see from the beginning, I’m still not a 100% sure of the final parter my girl Élide is going to have, so in the future I’m planning to make polls and ask you, yes, you, to help me choose. I already talked a lot, so let’s finish this.

CHAPTERS:

001. — Limbo — [Élide expects that today go as planned, doing groceries, showering, perhaps even cooking herself a nice meal. But what will she do when an unexpected visitor appears in her front porch?] (published)

002. — Lust — [When Élide helps a wounded stranger, the least she is expecting is some answers, but that seems harder than she initially thought] (published)

003. — Gluttony — (currently on it)

004. — Greed — (coming soon)

005. — Wrath — (coming soon)

006. — Heresy — (coming soon)

007. — Violence — (coming soon)

008. — Fraud — (coming soon)

009. — Treachery — (coming soon)

⋆｡°✩ — ©️ reidwitchsblog, 2023 - don’t repost, translate, copy, or claim.

#brian thomas #creepypasta #ticci toby #hoodie #marble hornets #masky and hoody #tim masky #mh tim wright #toby rogers #shrinefanfict

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rosareversa · 1 year

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Anselm Feuerbach Paolo and Francesca (1864) Oil on canvas, 137 x 99.5 cm Schackgalerie, Munich

Highlights from around the web 💫

✨ Anselm Feuerbach (1829–1880) was the leading classicist painter of the German 19th-century school. It has been said that “He was steeped in classic knowledge, and his figure compositions have the statuesque dignity and simplicity of Greek art.” [1]

✨ During his lifetime, Feuerbach studied under Thomas Couture in Paris, painted in Venice, Florence and Rome, and taught history painting at the Academy in Vienna. Familiar with ancient authors from an early age, Feuerbach repeatedly devoted himself to literary material. [2]

✨ The subject of this painting comes from Dante’s Divine Comedy, where, in Canto V of Inferno, Francesca and her brother-in-law Paolo tell the story of their forbidden love: one day, the two were reading the tale of Guinevere and Lancelot, the Arthurian characters who succumb to their love for each other and engage in an affair that leads to the fall of Camelot. As Paolo and Francesca learned “how love had mastered Lancelot … we went pale, as we caught each other’s glance.” Coming to the part of the story where Guinevere finally gives in to Lancelot’s love for her, Paolo “trembled to place his lips upon my mouth … That day we did not read another page.” [3] [4]

↪ Get this design on a notebook 🥀

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iron-actualwarlock · 2 years

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Dante x Thomas ❤❤❤

Thomas by @blueking00 😍

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ollieolliewrld · 2 months

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Update!

Hello guys! Thank you to all that have sent in requests most if not all should be out by the end of tomorrow <3

Besides requests here are the upcoming posts:

Genshin Men in Relationships (SFW)

DMC Men on Valentine's Day (SFW)

HSR Men on Valentine's Day (SFW)

Genshin Men on Valentine's Day (SFW)

DMC Men in Relationships (NSFW) 18+

HSR Men in Relationships (NSFW) 18+

Genshin Men in Relationships (NSFW) 18+

For the NSFW posts I will be writing with an afab reader in mind HOWEVER I would be over the moon to also write for amab and gender-neutral readers if there is an audience! Please do not be shy I want to accommodate EVERYONE <3

Also there will be a masterlist posted by the end of next week! I want to have a few posts out before I make that lol <3

#dmc x reader #nero x reader #dante x reader #vergil x reader #hsr x reader #genshin x reader #honkai star rail #blade x reader #argenti x reader #welt x reader #sampo x reader #zhongli x reader #thoma x reader #gepard x reader #wriothesley x reader

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Regresé del trabajo y en camión estuve pensando [milagro-] y tengo unos cuantos oc's solteros,por si quieren formar algún shipp conmigo

x/D

Aquí les dejó la lista mientras me voy a hacer de comer,si les interesa manden mensaje o ask y yo les responderé con mas detalles sobre el personaje -v-

Cabe aclarar qué son Oc's dentro de la historia de after adversity y dentro de el fandom de undertale

Biel- [ x!chara x lian ] 22-23 años

Skara-[x!chara x lian] 11-12 años

Daray- [X!friks x Alira] 24 años

Catriel- [hijo de AA! Metatton] 19 años

Naru- [hijo de AA!sans] 20 años

Magalí- [personaje original] 14 años

Fer- [AA! Grillby x AA! Mufett] 19 años

Sebastián-[personaje original] 17 años

Charls- [hijo de AA!grillby 19-20años]

Adrianne -[aprendiz de Nigthmare sans]

Hannah- [aprendiz de killer sans] 15 años

Akira-[aprendiz de shatare dream sans] 18 años

Shapira- [aprendiz de shatare dream sans] 14 años

Izar-[aprendiz de Ink sans] 18 años

Adamah-[ aprendiz de horror Sans] 18 años

Ash-[aprendiz de horror Sans]

Elian- -[aprendiz de horror Sans]

Adar-[aprendiz de Cross sans]

Noeh-[aprendiz de Dust Sans] 16 años

Luciel -[aprendiz de Dust Sans]

Azazel-[ aprendiz de Bill sans]

Gostel- [hija de Bill sans-creacion] 15-16 años

Leviathan-[ personaje original] 16 años

Ozul- [personaje original] 15 años

Aimee-[AA! Mufett x AA! Grillby] 15 años

Alessa- [personaje original] 14 años

Corentin-[aprendiz de pasive Nigthmare] 14-15 años

Kaser-[aprendiz de dream sans] 15-16 años

Annelise-[hija del medio de X!tale Gaster] 16 años

Akina- [hija menor de X!tale gaster] 13 años

Sominus-[hija de swap chara x swap pappyrus] 14 años

Lennon-[Fresh!Sans x Fresh!Frisk] 15 años

Gabriel-[Fresh!Sans x Fresh!Frisk] 18 años

Violet [drawing frisk x Ink sans] 15 años

Luke-[chariel] 18 años

Arline -[Chariel] 10 años

Seline-[frans undertale] 15 años

Noah-[horror sans x Aliza] 18 años

Charlotte-[underlust Frans] 20 años

Thomas-[underlust Frans] 16 años

Ivy- [underlust Frans] 16 años

Arche-[outertale Frans] 18 años

Ariel-[chans] 20 años

Deyanira-[chans]17 años

Haru-[killer sans x pf frisk] 23 años

Kane-[killer sans x pf frisk] 17 años

Demián-[Il'Flowey x Kristof] 16 años

Santiago-[Kris x Sans deltarune] 19 años

Edam-[Kris x Sans deltarune]

Adora-[Alice x Asara]

Ace-[underwasp frans] 17 años

Finn-[UT!Chara x FP!Frisk] 17 años

Kelly-[swapfell Chans] 16 años

Nael-[swapfell Chans] 19 años

Antón-[aprendiz de ragnatale Gaster] 23 años

Archer-[aprendiz de Ragnatale sans] 14 años

Elliot-[FP!Frisk x Horror!Frisk] 24 años

Emmett-[FP!Frisk x Horror!Frisk] 16 años

Cole-[swapfell Frans] 17 Años

Colton-[underworl Frans]

Keir-[killertale chans] 16 años

Kiara-[Reapertale Frans] 25 años

Sierra-[Reapertale chans] 18 años

Hadria-[Birdtale Frans] 15 años

Adira-[ killer sans x pf frisk] 19 años años

Diana-[aprendiz de Pandora] 12 años

Alex-[hijo de Pandora] 18 años

Nesta-[aprendiz y hija de chara] 21 años

Nesris-[witchtale Frans] 17 años

Cordelia-[error sans x core Frisk] 14 años

Evans-[error sans x core Frisk] 19 años

Ella [flowerfell Frans] 18 años

Andará-[Gz tale Frans] 18 años

Mike-[Gz tale frans] 13 años

Camila-[storysift chans]

Rubí [Underkepp chans]

Esmeralda-[Underkepp Frans]

Aki-[aprendiz de VHS sans] 19-20 años

Filip-[aprendiz de Hate Sans] 19 años

Ximena-[aprendiz de sciencetale sans] 20 años

Mateo-[aprendiz de Gtart sans] 12 años

Diego-[aprendiz de pappyrus] 10 años

Eric-[chans fellswap] 20 años

Ava-[fellswap Frans] 16 años

Regina-[fellswap chariel] 21 años

Dante-[fellswap chariel] 18 años

Valeria-[aprendiz de fellswap Gaster] 22 años

Soru-[aprendiz de Fellswap grillby]

Aeron-[ hijo de fellswap grillby x fellswap Mufett]

Corvin-[bluetale charisk] 20 años

Almaric-[ bluetale Frans] 17 años

Alvera-[bluetale papara] 15-16 años

Emeraude-[underpray Frans] 21 años

Lanira-[underpray Frans] 16 años

Aria-[underpray papara]

Jasper-[underpray Chans]

Agnes-[Twistedtale chans]

Aisllin-[Twistedtale pappara] 20 años

Antón-[Twistedtale chans] 17 años

Knox- [Twistedtale Frans] 19 años

Tadeu-[applefell frans] 19 años

Rhavi-[applefell chariel] 20 años

Theo-[chronotale frans] 25 años

Allína-[chronotale Chariel] 15 años

Runna- [aprenzis de prisma frisk] 18 años

Liraz-[outerfell Frans] 20 años

Draca-[outerfell Frans] 16 años

Juke- [outerfell Chariel] 18 años

Egann-[fellswap red frans] 20 años

Edhann- [outerfell frans] 19 años

Kiran-[fellswap red chans] 17 años

Inaki-[underswapp frans] 22 años

Agata-[aprendiz de player Underplayer ] 20 años

Sack- [Underplayer sans x player] 17-18 años

Sasha-[Underplayer Frisk x pleyer] 14 años

Ana-[Underplayer chara x player] 18 años

Scarlet-[ asylimtale frans]

Scorpia (sharay)-[hardtale Frans]

Amet-[hija de color sans]

Emit-[hijo? Aprendiz? de othertale chara]

Gaspar- [demitale frans] 19 años

Peter-[demitale chariel] 17 años

Remus-[Goretale Charisk] 20 años

Joaquín-[altertale frans] 19 años

Octavian-[apocalypsetale frans] 20 años

Cassian-[altertale chariel] 19 años

Desmon-[altertale soriel] 23 años

Seren-[aprendiz de Code frisk] 17 años

Leo-[aprendiz de wiki sans]19-20 años

Lin-[storyfell Frans] 19 años

Ardean-[storyfell Charisk]16 años

Caldey-[storyfell Chariel] 14 años

Boise-[silenttale frans] 17 años

Sylvie-[silenttale chans] 20 años

Adair-[silenttale chariel] 15 años

Aílen-[alterworld frans] 23 años

Dalia-[underlust chans] 21 años

Calisto- [underlust chans] 18 años

Jimmie-[underlust chans] 16 años

Liz-[aprendiz de lastbreath sans] 18 años

Luz-[Quantumtale Frans] 20 años

Cirene-[Quantumtale Chans] 17 años

Medea-[Quantumtale Chariel]19 años

Isle-[Quantumtale Frans]15 años

Pandora-[negatale frans] 21 años

Penélope-[negatale chariel] 11 años

Cleta-[negatale Chans] 18 años

Darek-[negatale frans] 17 años

Odette-[negatale frans] 18

Verónica-[negatale frans] 11-12 años

Helena-[aprendiz de Betty glichtale] 22 años

Iyad-[glichtale Chariel] 23 años

Adonis-[GZtale Chariel]22 años

Alec- [GZtale frans] 17 años

Molly-[GZtale chans] 19 años

Lucia-[echotale frans] 23 años

Camilo-[echotale frans]18 años

Amelia-[futuretale] frans 12 años

Emira-[futuretale chans] 18 años

Haley-[futuretale Chariel]19 años

Valet- [futuretale frans] 21 año

Arturia-[Kriss x Sussy deltarune] 20 años

Denis-[kriss x Sussy deltarune] 16 años

Eyén-[fusiontale frans?]25 años

Meyer-[fusiontale frans?] 18 años

Emili-[tatatale frans]10 años

sunny-[hijo de dream sans] 27 años

Zareth-[tatatale chans] 16 años

Casandra-[zombitale frans] 19 años

Osiel-[zombitale frans 22 años]

Darice-[cupidotale frans] 20 años

Enrique[cupidotale papara] 21 años

Inari-[overtale frans] 24 años

Osvaldo-[overtale chans] 23 años

Kaela-[overtale Chariel] 20 años

Gustavo-[haventale chans] 16 años

Nara-[haventale frans]19 años

Harvey-[haventale Chariel] 20 años

Eris-[fellswap papara]21 años

Fred-[fellswap frans]18 años

Hela-[aprendiz de flower child]20 años

Edwar-[aprendiz de 201x] 22 años

Lizbeth-[hija de 201x] 19 años

Arthur-[nextale charisk] 20 años

Luzbel-[nextale chans] 19 años

Circe-[nextale frans] 20 años

Houston-[undervirus frans] 27 años

Jemisha-[undervirus frans] 18 años

Josué-[undervirus chans] 16 años

Nimue-[undervirus Chariel] 19 años

Mia-[undertomp frans] 25 años

Will-[undertomp frans]17 años

Willow-[foundlingtale frans] 20 años

Marcoantonio (Marco) -[foundlingtale frans] 15-16 años

Andriud-[fallen stars frans] 13 años

Helsey-[fallen stars chans] 19-20 años

Niah-[taoyuan-tale frans] 23 años

Tom-[taoyuan-tale frans] 14 años

Deyanira-[taoyuan-tale Chariel] 12 años

Dayan-[underfail hija de Pandora x frask] 20 años

Kristofer-[katanatale frans] 18 años

María-[mafiatale chans] 23 años

Fanny-[mafiatale frans] 19 años

Noemil-[mafiatale frans] 18 años

Carlos-[mafiatale frans] 26 años

Tesla-[mafiatale Chans] 17 años

Teodora-[personaje original] 20 años

Cassidy-[Dancetale frans] 26 años

Nain-[Dancetale frans] 15 años

Emma y Richard-[rossetale frans] 19 años

Tamara-[Kitten x chara rossetale]23 años

Annette-[rossetale Charisk] 20 años

Connie-[rossetale Chans] 16 años

Norman-[hijo mayor de X! Mufett x X! frisk]- 22 años

Alma-[hija menor de X! Mufett x X! Frisk] 20 años

Ben-[aprendiz de crecent sans] 13 años

Merlina-[ aprendiz de merciles Sans] 10 años

Brenda-[ aprendiz de caff Sans] 11 años

pain-[aprendí de fading light sans] 9 años

Fallen-[epictale frans] 23 años

Darkness-[ultratale frans] 23 años

Misfortune-[aprendiz de ultratale sans] 19 años

Night-[aprendiz,hijo? De Xtale chara (Cross chara)] 23 años

Amber-[epictale frans] 16 años

Marcy-[hija, hermana(?) de fell palette] 19 años

Diego-[aprendiz de faltal error] 18 años

Celeste-[aprendiz de epictale Gaster] 23 años

Elis-[aprendiz de epictale Gaster] 17 años

Bedelía-[aprendiz de error 404 sans] 25 años

Rodrigo-[aprendiz de error 404 sans] 18 años

Aysel-[aprendiz de Epictale chara] 20 años

Miray-[aprendiz de geno sans] 18 años

Ābaddon-[aprendiz de epictale sans] 20 años

Hadian-[flowerfell frans] 19 años

Tana-[outerhorror Alizans] 23 años

Paymon-[hija mayor de error sans] 24 años

Nicolás-[hijo menor de error sans] 19 años

Gael- [aprendiz de Reaper sans] 21 años

Tiana- [ultratale chans] 15 años

Alessa-[liderl del convento del alma desinterés] 27 años

Christopher-[líder del convento del alma del miedo] 26 años

Bianca-[personaje original after Adversity] 16 años

Julián-[personaje original after Adversity] 18 años

Lucie-[líder del convento del alma del engaño] 29 años

Iker-[Iker-[oceantale frans] 18 años

Laura-[líder del convento del alma de la justicia] 28 años

Alejandro-[aprendiz de oceantale Gaster] 24 años

Mayra-[ragnatale Frisriel] 17 años

Damián-[aprendiz de omnipoten sans] 20 años

Marianne-[Frisriel undertale ] 18 años

Elio-[personaje original after Adversity]14 años

Camille-[negativetale frans] 10 años

Lancuyen-[horrorswap Chans] 23 años

Olivia-[horrorswap Chans] 16 años

Lander-[horrorswap pappyrus x Frisk] 19 años

Leonardo-[Birdtale chans] 18 años

Kimberly- [Birdtale Chariel] 20 años

Elenor-[inverted fate frans] 24-25 años

Paulet-[inverted fate frans] 16-17 años

Blair-[aprendiz de toriel] 24 años

Ángela-[aprendiz de storyshift Frisk] 18 años

butterfly-[aprendiz de Candy!sans] 13 años

Elda-[aprendiz de Insanity sans] 23 años

Libia-[aprendiz de StarCross] 16 años

Dione-[aprendiz de StarCross] 18 años

Katia-[aprendiz de swap pappyrus] 20 años

Ofelia-[aprendis de swapDreamtale dream] 24 años

Circón-[aprendiz de swapDreamtale Nigthmare] 17 años

Tea-[aprendiz de fresh sans] 20 años

Olen-[aprendiz de alpha sans] 18 años

Ginebra-[aprendiz de solan sans] 23 años

Saba-[aprendiz de beattale sans] 23 años

Narion-[aprendiz de Quantumtale Gaster] 19 años

Paula- [mistale frans] 18 años

Denisia- [mistale frans] 15 años

Héctor - [aprendiz de mistale Gaster] 16 años

Eder- [mistale Frisriel] 16 años

Uriel- [Littletale frans] 10 años

Juan carlos- [Littletale frans] 15 años

Ivana- [error!sans x error Frisk] 24 años

Roming-[error!sans x error Frisk] 19 años

Claudia- [Dreamtale frans] 13 años

Noe Pablo-[Dreamtale frans] 16 años

Yaquelín- [Dreamtale chans] 14 años

cotton- [aprendiz de hacker Frisk] 22 años

Kel- [hacker sans x hacker Frisk] 17 años

Bahari- [undertomp chans] 25 años

Mauren- [undertomp chans] 15 años

Megan-[undertomp frans] 28 años

Shopie- [undertomp frans] 23 años

Isabella - [undertomp frans] 16 años

Casdmus- [undertomp frans] 16 años

Grecia- [aprendiz de freaktale chara y Frisk]

Chiara-[ Matestale Chariel] 18 años

Malcom-[Matestale Chariel] 16 años años

Myrte-[Matestale frans] 19 años

Ezra-[Matestale frans] 16 años

Aradia- [Matestale frans] 14 años

Lewis-[aprendiz hijo? De Matestale gaster] 19 años

Dorian- [copitale Frans] 22 años

Nicholas- [copitale frans] 18 años

Astartea- [copitale Frans] 15 años

Laël-[copitale frans] 15 años

Galena- [aprendiz de copitale Frisk] 17 años

Yanaël- [horrorshifft aprendiz de chara]

Jeno- [PSB underfell frans] 18 años

Eleodoro-[PSB underfell frans] 15 años

Millicent- [hugletale frans] 19 años

Addae- [hugletale frans] 15 años

Maeve- [hugletale frans] 15 años

Antilef- [hugletale Chariel] 20 años

Kia-[hugletale Chariel] 15 años

Elijah-[hugletale Chariel] 18 años

Flaviô- [deltaswap krusie] 14 años

Donato-[deltaswap krusie] 17 añosBrigitte-[deltafell krusie] 20 años

Piero-[deltafell krusie] 16 años

Fuyu-[Kris x yevil deltatale] 19 años

Deneb-[horrorrune krusie] 18 años

Jalle--[horrorrune Kris x sans] 21 años

Rasmus-[freaktale charisk x Sans] 20 años

Lumine- [freaktale charisk x Sans] 16 años

Caillech-[freaktale charisk x Sans] 16 años

Massismo- hijo de Lancer (sin shipp)

Alfredo- hijo de Lancer (sin shipp)

Eri- [lockfell frans] 10 años

Wilder-[lockfell frans] 16 años

Whisp-[lockfell frans] 16 años

Winter-[lockfell frans] 20 años

Wood-[badtale frans] 27 años

Bee- [badtale frans] 19 años

Blair- [badtale frans] 15 años

Berry-[badtale chans] 26 años

Aeris-[badtale chans] 13 años

Jacy-[kingdom of the crystal sky frans] 24 años

Artemis- [kingdom of the crystal sky frans] 20 años

Kale-[kingdom of the crystal sky frans] 16 años

Luan-[wardtale frans] 25 años

Ronja-[wardtale frans] 16 años

Selma-[artificialtale frans] 25 años

Liselote- [artificialtale frans] 18 años

Flynn-[artificialtale frans] 14 años

Ethalie- [soulwartale frans] 24 años

Rune-[soulwartale frans] 18 años

Neeve- [dauxtale frans] 18 años

Luisa- [dauxtale frans] 14 años

Luise- [dauxtale frans] 14 años

Louisa- [dauxtale frans] 14 años

Bleir- [mystreettale frans] 20 años

Fayi- [mystreettale frans] 18 años

Rory-[mystreettale frans] 16 años

Emery-[mystreettale frans] 16 años

Tanisha- [badtale frans au] 24 años

Lee- [badtale frans au] 18 años

Bryant- [badtale frans au] 24 años

Zachariah-[badtale frans au] 15 años

Ollie- [Check and mate frans] 1o años

Brendan- [Check and mate frans] 15 años

Beverly- [Check and mate frans] 18 años

Jade-[Check and mate frans] 15 años

Stacy-[ Midnight Sans x Frisk] 12 años

Dwayne [ Midnight Sans x Frisk] 16 años

Denise-[Hacker! Frisk x

Anti-Virus! Sans] 15 años

Tami-[Bypass Time frans] 18 años

Evelyn-[Bypass Time frans] 16 años

Grady-[Bypass Time frans]16 años

Emil-[Foretold frans] 20 años

Timmy-[Foretold frans] 19 años

Grady-[Undergate frans] 19 años

Avery-[Undergate frans] 17 años

Elinor--[Undergate frans] 15 años

Rosie-[Undergate frans] 12 años

Judy-[Fated au frans] 21 años

Merle-[Fated au frans] 18 años

Elvis-[Fated au frans] 16 años

Reed-[Fated au frans] 13 años

Keven-[Underlab au frans] 22 años

Wade-[Underlab au frans]18 años

Clyde-[Underlab au frans] 15 años

Ahmed-[Sleeptale frans]

Trey-[Sleeptale frans] 18 años

Maude-[Sleeptale frans] 16 años

Hollie-[Sleeptale frans] 12 años

Forrest- [glimertale frans] 20 años

Mildren- [glimertale frans] 18 años

Vernon-[ glimertale frans] 18 años

mittens- [glimertale frans] 16 años

Weldon-[anxietytale frans] 19 años

Kinan- [anxietytale frans] 15 años

Teka- [aprendiz de off Frisk] 15 años

Darius-[ aprendiz de off Frisk] 17-18 años

Chauncey-[undercare frans] 19 años

Sallie-[undercare frans] 16 años

Regina- [aprendiz de Sword Frisk] 15 años

Robin- [aprendiz de Sword Frisk] 19 años

Kaleo- [aprendiz de Royaltale chara]

Kaled- [aprendiz de Royaltale Frisk]

Coco- [freendomtale frans] 14 años

Ina- [freendomtale frans] 18 años

Abderrahmane (Mane) -[Overescape frans] 22 años

Afrodisio- [Overescape frans] 19 años

Aina- [Overescape frans] 19 años

Akela-[Overescape frans] 15 años

Hollow- [hijo de nigthmare] 19 años

Mind- [hijo de nigthmare] 19 años

Ya saben si les interesa manden ask o mensaje del oc con el qué quieran hacer el shipp y yo les mando la información del personaje más detallada

#ask #yueart #au undertale #my oc's #undertale #fanchilds #fanchildrens #apprentices #after adversity

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