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thenovelartist · 4 years

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Her White Knight

It’s been 87 years... XD

This is a Secret Santa gift for @saijspellhart ! Hope you enjoy the MariBlanc (and that I did it justice) :D

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Marinette knew this marriage was strictly political. She knew a princess’ job was to marry for the protection or political gain for their kingdom.

Or, in the case of Princess Chloe Bourgeois, her job was trying to pull the wool over her fiancé’s eyes.

In these marriages, it did not matter if the soon-to-be husband would be twice her age, no matter how desperately uncomfortable that made said princess. It had made Chloe uncomfortable, just as it made Marinette uncomfortable. However, unlike Chloe who had the power to manipulate whoever she chose, Marinette didn’t have much of a choice than to suck it up and bear it.

After traveling for days on end, she and her entourage had finally arrived at the castle, her new home. A pit of dread formed in her gut. However, she didn’t have a choice but to smile and march forward to the castle entrance, where several servants were waiting for her but not the man she had been sent to marry.

“Princess Chloe,” one of the men said, stepping forward before bowing before her. “We are so pleased you have arrived safely. Allow us to show you about the castle.”

She agreed, following the man as he led her around the place. It was beautiful, to be sure, but it didn’t make the uneasiness in her gut go away.

Eventually, the tour did come to an end in a meeting room upstairs, where her future husband happened to be. The butler introduced her as she walked into the room, then bowed and left her alone and unchaperoned with the man in front of her.

Her heart was racing so fast with nerves, and it didn’t help that the man silently stared her down with cold eyes and a stony expression.

“I remember your father commenting how chatty you were,” he eventually said.

Had King Andre said as much about Chloe? Marinette took a deep breath, hoping to settle some of the panic rising up in her. “Only with people I know well.”

His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, Marinette thought that he knew. How, she wasn’t sure. He’d never seen Chloe before now, so he wouldn’t know what she looked like. But she felt stripped bare by that cold, calculating gaze of his. And she couldn’t help but feel that if he hadn’t figured her out already, he would soon enough.

Crash!

Marinette whipped around at the sound of the shattered window, her heart pounding in fright. But in the next moment, someone grabbed her hand, yanking her back against them and putting a knife to her throat. She gasped at the sudden touch of a blade along her neck, panic making the world already start to disappear.

“Silence or I’ll kill her.”

The roar in her ears and beating in her chest only increased at the growly voice by her ear.

“Who are you?” King Gabriel asked, seemingly unfazed by the fact a man was about to kill her right before his eyes.

The man scoffed, squeezing her tighter to the point she couldn’t hold back a scared squeak. “Of course you don’t recognize me,” he snarled. “I can’t say I’m surprised. Let’s just say this: Lady Emilie, second daughter of a duke. Do you remember her?”

King Gabriel’s eyes narrowed.

“No words to say about the woman whose life you ruined?”

Again, no response.

“Pathetic,” he spat in disgust. “So, just like you ruined hers and destroyed mine before you even knew of my existence, I’m here to finally repay the favor.”

The king didn’t even flinch. “And just how does a pathetic, no name bastard plan to do that?”

A growl rose up in the man’s throat as he pressed the knife closer to Marinette’s neck. “Considering you made me a bastard, you know part of my name. But I won’t grace you with my Christian one. However, you’ll want a name to curse when I make your life a living hell. So, from this day forth, you may curse the day Chat Blanc ever came into your life.”

In an instant, the man covered her face with a handkerchief, making it very hard to breathe. With every breath, she inhaled something that was both sweet and sour. A vile mix that made her gut churn.

“Bit by bit, I will destroy all the things you find valuable,” her captor spat, “since I doubt you have the ability to regard anything as precious.”

Her vision was beginning to blur, and her head was beginning to get light.

“And I’ll start with her.”

She tried her best to fight it, but it was no use, she couldn’t get away. Her gut was sinking faster than a stone in water. Was she going to die?

“And you think you’ll get away with this in my castle?” King Gabriel challenged.

The last thing Marinette heard before the world turned black was the man behind her chuckling, a dark, terrifying sound. “Watch me.”

…

Back at his hideaway, Adrien pulled the unconscious girl off the saddle, cradling her carefully in his arms as he marched towards his hideaway house. Marinette. The one love of his life. He’d been on his way to deliver his warning to King Gabriel when he saw her step out of the carriage.

He’d had to do a double take because, at first, he knew that couldn’t have been her. She wasn’t a princess. Yet, the resemblance was uncanny. So, he stalked her as she was shown around the castle. And the more he saw, the more convinced he was that this was his precious Marinette. How she had ended up in that position, he had no clue, but he was bound and determined to get her out of it.

So as much as he hated to scare her as he had, holding a knife to her throat and kidnapping her, he hadn’t had much of a choice.

The small house on the corner of his late mother’s family’s property only had a single room and a single bed. He laid the still unconscious Marinette on it before starting up a fire in the fire place. Fall was in full swing, and the nights were growing colder. Adrien was fine with it being a little chilly, but he wanted Marinette to be comfortable. She never did like the cold.

Once that was complete, he pulled some blankets over her. Once that was settled, he left to put his horse away properly. Hopefully, he’d return to her side before she woke up. He’d already scared her once; he didn’t want her to awake only to panic without him there to explain everything.

…

When Marinette awoke, she felt sick to her stomach. She closed her eyes tightly, fighting against the swirling in her stomach. Her head was spinning, too, making her want to do nothing but fall back asleep.

But… hadn’t something happened? She wasn’t in her own bed at her own home. Something had smelled funny…

She tried to force herself to open her eyes, only for them to slam shut when the light was too much.

“Shh.”

Long, lazy circles were being drawn on her back soothing her, coaxing her back into sleep.

“You don’t have to force yourself up,” a calm, sweet voice said. “Rest.”

And she nearly did just that. Until her mind started putting things together. Like the fact she didn’t recognize the voice. Or that she realized that she’d been traveling to meet the man that would become her husband.

Or that she’d been kidnapped.

Groggily, she opened her eyes, blinking them several times in order to focus them. She caught sight of a person sitting beside her on the bed, rubbing her back and shoulders.

“You’re awake?” the gentle voice asked. “Don’t force yourself. Sleep if you want.”

She looked up at the man’s face, spying a mess of blonde hair and a sweet smile paired with a gentle gaze. He looked so familiar. So… familiar…

“Adrien?” Her voice was dry and raspy, but it was enough for that smile to brighten even further.

“You know, when we parted and you told me that I was welcome to abscond with you when I was able to, this was not how I pictured it going.”

Her mind processed his words, taking a moment to fully register in her head. She scoffed, though she couldn’t resist smiling. “I didn’t mean it literally.”

He chuckled, reaching for a pitcher that was on the bedside table. He poured her a cup while she struggled to sit up. He helped her the rest of the way before offering her the cup. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to drug you. I know that it can leave your throat dry.”

She took the cup and drank, only getting half of it down before her stomach protested her drinking any more. She set it down on the table by the bed.

“But you couldn’t imagine my surprise when the ‘princess’ showed up,” he continued. “And all I saw… was the woman I had sworn I would marry walking up to be the king’s bride. So, if you wouldn’t mind, I’m desperate to hear an explanation.”

The soft look in his eyes had shifted, a blazing fire in them now. That smile was gone, along with any gentleness in his expression. But it didn’t worry her. After having grown up with this man, after having fallen in love with him, she knew that any anger inside him was not aimed at her. She also knew how to calm him down.

Actually, as far as she knew, she might be the only one who’s ever succeeded in calming him down. “You remember that we parted because I was one of the maids sent with your aunt when she happened to marry into the royal family of the closest kingdom.”

He nodded. “I never understood why you had to go,” he said with a snarl.

“I never did, either, but I couldn’t exactly protest.”

“You should have let me abscond with you then.”

“Adrien,” she cooed, taking his jaw in her hands. Instantly, she felt him melt into her touch. “You knew why I couldn’t let you do that. You were still in training to become a royal knight, and you did not need any distraction of me being your wife at that time.”

“I could have made it work.”

“Just because you could have didn’t mean you should have.”

“But then you wouldn’t have left!” he protested. “And you could have stayed put where I could have kept an eye on you, and you wouldn’t—”

“Adrien,” she gently interrupted, cutting off his impassioned rant. She rubbed his cheeks with her thumbs, hoping to calm him down some more. Slowly, he relaxed back into her hands. “Be reasonable.”

“I am,” he muttered.

“No, you’re not, and you know it.”

His gaze fell away as he let loose a frustrated growl.

She chuckled. “It wasn’t ideal, but us parting the way we did was better than me agreeing to your impulsive marriage proposal.”

“How is three years of torture better than—”

“Because it would have put more stress on both of us, and you know it.”

“But—”

“Adrien.”

He pouted.

Marinette grinned, rubbing her thumbs in soothing circles on his cheeks again. “Always so impulsive,” she affectionately murmured.

He grunted but didn’t protest.

With a sigh, she continued her story. “As for why I ended up pretending to be a princess, well… it certainly wasn’t my idea.”

“Never would have guessed,” he sarcastically spat.

“I had a man I wanted to marry already,” she said, leaning her face closer to his. “I didn’t want to marry a king twice my age. But on that same note, neither did Princess Chloe. When her father told her that she was to marry King Gabriel, she refused. Then she was the one who came up with the idea to send someone as a replacement for her.”

“And that someone was you?”

Marinette cringed. “Princess Chloe hated me from the moment I came to the castle. She was probably thrilled to put this task on me.”

Adrien growled, sliding even closer to her so he could pull her into his arms.

The suddenness of his actions shocked her, but soon enough, she was melting into his embrace. And after a moment of just sitting there in his arms, she started crying, clinging to his shirt as though her life depended on it. When was the last time she’d held him? Three years? She’d been fifteen when she’d been forced to separate from him. Now, she was a fully-grown woman.

No matter how it was put, she hadn’t held him for far too long, especially considering that she’d loved him more than anything. And still did.

He clung to her, too. His own body wracking as he teared up, too. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered.

“I’ve missed you, too,” she returned tearfully. She hadn’t realized just how much until now when she was finally back in his arms.

And he didn’t seem too keen on letting her go.

That was fine by her.

After a little while of just holding him and being held, she couldn’t help but ask the question that had been nagging her. “Adrien.”

“Hmm?”

“You… you basically kidnapped me from the castle.”

“Yes.”

“Why? I mean… I understand why you pulled me away but… couldn’t you have taken me another way? You’re a member of the royal knights, aren’t you?”

Adrien tensed in her arms, slowly pulling away.

Which only caused her to worry. “Adrien?”

“I’m not part of the royal knights any longer.”

Marinette’s eyes widened. “What? What do you mean?”

Adrien sighed but didn’t speak.

Marinette’s brow furrowed in worry.

“A lot of things happened when you left,” he eventually answered. “Including me growing tired of my status as a bastard child.” When he looked to her again, his gaze was icy cold and rock hard. There was no warmth in them at all. “It never leaves you, you know. It’s like bearing the devil’s mark. Once people find out, they mark you as the lowest of the low.”

Her heart broke at his words, ones woven with anger and bitterness.

“Mother always told me to ignore them. And so did you. You… you were the only person that actually treated me like a normal human. Not like a disgrace.”

“I’ve said it once,” she said, reaching out to cradle his cheek again, and he happily leaned into her touch, “And I’ll say it again: the fact that you were born out of wedlock is not your fault. It’s not fair for you to be saddled with that derogatory title.”

His eyes softened for a moment. “I wanted to believe you when you said that you weren’t the only one who believed that, but… that was my mistake.”

Something painful clenched in her gut. “Adrien—”

“I got more injuries from my teachers and squad-mates than in training or in combat.”

It felt like she’d just been hit in the chest because the air in her lungs disappeared in an instant. “Oh, Adrien.”

“And then my father—no, the man who sired me…”

Marinette blinked. “Your father—”

“He doesn’t deserve the term!” he snapped.

“Sorry, sorry,” she appeased. “I just… I didn’t know that you learned who he was. Your mom never told you, even though it was clear she knew.”

“He wanted her as his lover, then abandoned her when she was pregnant with me.” He growled. “But what did he expect to happen?” he shouted angrily. “Sleep with a healthy woman long enough and of course she’ll bear a child! He’s not innocent here. How dare he leave my mother to fend for herself!”

Marinette knew there was no breaking into his ranting. She could only hold his cheeks in her hands, drawing him forward enough to rest her forehead on his. She felt some of the tension leave his body.

“He could have married her,” he said, voice now weak. “Should have married her. Why did he leave us?”

His broken words wrecked Marinette’s heart. “I don’t know,” she said. “Only he knows that.”

Slowly, in that moment of silence, the words he’d spat at the king before he’d kidnapped her came back to mind. “Adrien. Your father… is he—?”

“The king?” he finished. “Yes. And no one I worked for or trained with insulted me more than him.”

“So, when you said you were going to strip him of everything…?”

His eyes locked on her. “It’s not just because he was cruel to me,” he clarified. “You know the state of the kingdom. It hasn’t changed since you left.”

She frowned. Yes, she did know the state of the kingdom. It was in a rough place for the common folk.

“His harassment was just the final straw,” Adrien finished. He then pulled away and his eyes grew hard. “And you won’t stop me, Marinette. I’ve made up my mind on this. I will see it through to completion.”

As she looked into those green eyes of his, she saw the fire blazing within them. She wasn’t sure how much she should push, or even if she could. “I’m just… hesitant.”

“You’re not the one making this decision, so whether your hesitant or not doesn’t matter.”

“For your safety.”

He scoffed, his smile bitter. “I’m a knight. My safety was never guaranteed.”

“It’s worse now.”

She was glad that bitter smirk fell away. “It doesn’t matter. What has to be done has to be done.”

She bit her lip, unsure just what she could say.

He glared at her. “Marinette, I know that look in your eyes.” He then took her chin, in his hands so ensure she couldn’t turn her gaze away from his. “There is nothing you can say that will convince me otherwise.”

“So I’m expected to just roll over as you impulsively—”

“It’s not impulsive,” he curtly interrupted. “Not this time. I’ve thought this out. I’ve planned it. I’m just doing what has to be done. For the sake of this kingdom, and that is overthrowing the current king.”

She sighed as she listened to his impassioned rant, unsure of what to say. “And you’ll take over for him, I assume.”

There was a flash of something in Adrien’s eyes, something that left them duller than before, like he’d cut off his soul from her. And that’s when she realized, that flash had been hurt. “Don’t you dare think I’m petty enough to try to take his throne for selfish reasons.”

“Oh, no, no,” she quickly assured, realizing just how her words had been misinterpreted. “I’m not. Not for a second. That’s not like you.”

“The fact I’m related to him by blood is of no matter to me,” he continued. “I’m doing this for the betterment of the kingdom, not because I care for the throne.”

“I know,” she promised, taking hold of his hands and squeezing them tightly. “I know you. I know that you’re not like that. I’m just worried for you and all the weight you’re shouldering.”

That fiercely cold gaze of his warmed, as though an ice had thawed out. Seems she navigated the hurt she’d inadvertently given him. “Trust me, Marinette. I have to do this. For you and me and everyone else in the kingdom.”

“Okay,” she relented. “Okay.”

…

Three days, she’d been living with Adrien in this small little house. She recognized it as the house on the corner of his mother’s parents’ property. After all, he did abscond with her here once before and almost convince her to stay with him.

He’d also kissed her more heavily that night than he ever had before.

Blushing hard, she shook her head to try to rid herself of the memory. Thankfully, he wasn’t here to catch her embarrassment. He was out again at the moment. There was a pattern during the day where he left for hours at a time, always returning before dinner but never telling her what he was up to, claiming it was for her safety. He admitted to talking to friends—that she assumed meant comrades or people he was working with, at least; she severely doubted he was doing all this alone—or writing letters, but that was all he divulged.

Everything about the two of them seemed new and fresh, like she was navigating a whole different relationship as opposed to the one they were in three years ago.

But then again, they weren’t the people they were three years ago.

That didn’t mean she loved him less. Every day they spent together reminded her more and more of just why she had fallen in love with him in the first place. Now, she just loved him differently from the way she did back then. Three days was enough to prove that he was still Adrien at his core, but unfortunately, as she’d learned, he was shattered. He’d always had a wild, reckless, impulsive edge to him. It was one of the things she’d loved about him. She’d nick-named him Chat Noir because of it, because he was like a cat: curious and always getting into trouble. He’d embraced the name, but only after she agreed to be his Lucky Ladybug.

But now… Chat Blanc…

She learned he called himself that because he was ready to wipe clean the slate of this kingdom and start over. He wanted nothing more than to overthrow the corrupt king and all the black-hearted soldiers who had done nothing but harass and abuse him. Abuse that had turned him from the boy she’d once known to a man who was crafty and calculating and constantly skeptical.

She couldn’t help but wonder if she could have stopped his transformation, but she couldn’t turn back time, meaning all she could do was to be here for him. And it worked, too. She noticed that no matter what feral state he marched into the house in, a touch from her could take the edge off the wild look in his eye.

The door opened, and Marinette spun around to face him. His posture was rigid, his shoulders set square, and his mouth tugged into a frown, just as he usually was when he returned from being out all day. So, just as she usually did, she shot him a smile. “Welcome home,” she whispered as she reached out to embrace him.

Instantly, he melted into her touch, practically collapsing against her before he had the good sense to embrace her back. “I love you,” he mumbled into her shoulder.

“And I love you,” she quietly returned.

This only caused him to grab on to her tighter, like she was his lifeline and he was a dying man clinging to it. It only made him worry for him more.

“Are you doing okay?” she asked, stroking his hair soothingly.

“I have you with me,” he said. “That’s all that matters.”

She felt her cheeks warm at his admission.

“One day, I’ll make you a queen,” he said. “And I’ll give you the world.”

“I don’t need the world,” she countered. “I just want you.”

“But I want to give you everything,” he said, his body tensing as he stressed his point. “You deserve it.”

She scoffed. “I don’t deserve—”

“Yes, you do,” he quickly interrupted. “You very much do.”

She sighed. “Adrien, just be careful in the process. I much prefer to have you in one piece than you tearing yourself to pieces in order to give me something. You are the treasure. Not anything else.”

His arms tightened around her, but she barely noticed, not when his lips found the spot where her neck met her shoulders. She gasped in surprise as he laid a long, lingering kiss there. “And that’s why I’ll give you everything,” he whispered against her skin, making her shiver. He then pulled away just so that he could see her face, but his embrace never loosened. “Because no one else thinks of me as highly as you do. So mark my words, I will make you a queen. All you have to do is marry me.”

Her heart was pounding at his previous action, but her mind was still lucid enough to process his words. This again. Ever since she came, he’d been begging for her to marry him. She’d always paused him with a “Are you sure this is good timing, Adrien?”, uncertain about a lot of things. They’d only just reunited and he had so much to deal with at the moment, but she could see it wasn’t stopping him from repeatedly asking for her hand. “Why are you so insistent?”

His eyes narrowed, the green orbs growing cold. “Why shouldn’t I be?”

“Because you have a lot on your plate right now.”

He shrugged. “Marry now, marry later; what difference does it make? I severely doubt there will be a time where I think I don’t want to marry you, so why not now?”

She sighed. “You’ve always been persistent.”

“And what’s wrong with that?” he challenged. “I love you, Marinette. I always have and always will. I want to be able to come home to you as my wife. Is that too much to ask?”

After a moment of thought, she shook her head. It came as no surprise to her why he was so persistent on the marriage issue: he was born out of wedlock, after all. She remembered that first night that he’d kissed her so heavily back when they were young that she was worried about how much he wanted of her, particularly since she felt terrified to give him everything. But he had assured her that he wouldn’t. Out of respect for her, of course, but he also said he would never take the risk of making a child out of wedlock. “I’ll never saddle my own children with the derogatory title I’m damned to carry.”

“Why do you want me so badly?” she asked. “That you’re so impatient to wait.”

His eyes darkened, a look he’d only had once before as far as she remembered. Her gut spun itself into knots instantly at the raw desire swimming in them. “I want you as my wife,” he said. “That does not change. You’re my greatest treasure, and I want to protect and provide for you. I want to give you the world. But…” He leaned forward so as to press a kiss to her forehead. She felt his nose rest on the crown of her head, not pulling away. “I am a man who currently happens to be living with a very beautiful woman who I love and adore with every ounce of my being. And my self-control is weaning.”

Blood positively rushed to her face. “Uhh…” Her voice had gotten very high pitched. “You… You want… me…” She couldn’t help it. Instantly, she buried her face in his neck.

He chuckled. “I’ll always respect your boundaries,” he purred, gently stroking her hair. “Trust me that much, but I want… want to know I’m allowed to touch you and hold you and kiss you freely and unrestrained. And eventually, when you’re ready, claim you as mine.”

His words shot jitters through her. And not bad ones, either. “Adrien…”

“But, in the end—” He forced her out of her hiding spot against his chest. “—I do want you as my wife, and all that entails. Not just the physical intimacy of it.” Again, he pressed a kiss to her forehead, then began a trail down her temple to her cheek. “So please, Marinette, be my wife.”

Her heart was racing wildly and her stomach was in knots she wasn’t sure would ever come untangled. He continued his ministrations, gently peppering her face with kisses.

And then when he pulled away to look her in the eye, her heart nearly shattered at his earnest expression. His eyes wide and raw, allowing her to see his soul within, past all the anger and pain he bore. One of a little boy who just wanted affection. Wanted someone to care for him. And she…

She had always wanted to be that person for him.

“Okay.”

His eyes lit up in excitement. “Is that a yes?”

She smiled, her heart thumping in her chest and butterflies flapping excitedly around in her stomach. “Yes.”

Instantly, he smashed his lips against hers, kissing them over and over and over again. Time seemed to stop as reality faded away, leaving only him and her together. Her knees were two steps from giving out on her as he stole her breath straight out of her chest time and time again.

How odd that when she was fifteen, this level of physical affection had her on edge, but now, it excited her to her very core.

Before she lost herself completely in the haze of bliss, brought on by his unending barrage of kisses to her lips and cheeks and neck, an assault that wouldn’t end even after he shoved her up against the nearest wall and began running his hands up and down her sides, she couldn’t help but think that the joy on his face that appeared the moment she’d said yes reminded her of the dorky kid she’d once known. The one she’d fallen in love with in the first place. He actually looked… happy.

I want to see you happy again, she thought as their session continued, Adrien flat out picking her up and carrying her to the bed, just like that time three years ago, only to continue pressing marks on the skin of her neck and collarbone. I want to see you as that curious Chat Noir and his bright, boisterous smile again. And if that means standing by Chat Blanc’s side for now and weathering through all the pain and suffering and anger, fighting it off with you, then I’ll gladly do it. Because more than anything,

I love you.

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elmidol · 4 years

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Consuming the Innocent (NSFW)

Three Blind Tooke Part One Resistance is Futile

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Warnings: noncon, threats, loss of virginity, mind control, lightsaber insertion

Three Blind Tooke Part One: Resistance is Futile

Chapter Two: Consuming the Innocent

Cold toes and the shivering night, Pull up the sheet and avoid a fright; It lives and breathes beneath the bed, Let it catch you, now you’re dead.

While you were still shackled, while his fingers remained in your mouth, his thumb pressing into the underside of your jaw, there entered a member of the First Order whose position you were uncertain of. Air rushed in and out of your nostrils as a strange coating was applied to your teeth; it felt as though there was rubber sealing them, and you became aware of the fact that you would not be able to bite—not yourself to end your life, and not the creature who had at last relinquished his hold of you. Kylo Ren took a step back as a sort of muzzle was secured around your face to prevent you from placing anything into your mouth to harm yourself in that manner. You pressed your teeth together in frustration and felt, for the first time, the rubber-like coating doing its work.

Next were your hands, upon which were placed mittens that were secured to new shackles. The chain of these shackles was draped behind your back and still limited your movement, but was more to prevent you from removing the mittens. You had very limited use of your hands now, of what you were able to grab and do. It was when you were in this state, essentially defenseless, that the creature took his leave of you. The First Order member undid the first set of shackles. He seized you by your upper arm, hoisting you up and practically dragging you away. You stumbled at almost each step, which jarred your body and caused pain to throb around your wound.

The man stripped you—literally cutting away your shirt and bra so that the shackles did not have to be removed—wet a cloth, and cleaned you in that manner. You fought off tears of shame, of embarrassment, as this occurred; but you said nothing, not wanting to give them the satisfaction. After you were cleaned, the First Order member held open a pair of underwear. It was black, which hardly surprised you. You stared at it for several seconds, wondering if you should protest, should make his job harder. But you hated the fact that you stood bare before him, and so you weakly lifted your leg and allowed him to pull the cloth over you. The other portion of your new attire was laughable; it almost appeared to be a dress—again, black—that lacked sleeves, and the man easily slipped it up your body. It hardly covered your chest. Any sudden movement threatened to cause it to slip—if you attempted to escape while wearing this, you would soon be exposed once more to your enemy.

They left your feet bare. The First Order member once again grabbed your upper arm. You felt his fingers digging into your flesh as he led you down the corridors and hallways of—you still were uncertain where you were. Not on a ship. A planet? Some random base? Your eyes darted here and there, taking in all that could be seen. You wanted to be able to provide the Resistance with something if you managed to devise a way to escape. The man thrust you into a room and closed the door, not even bothering to enter with you.

You stared at the door, your fingers twitching underneath the mittens and your tongue running for the umpteenth time along the seal around your teeth. You sniffed indignantly—then paused. You could smell food. You had not realized how hungry you were until that moment; your stomach grumbled, and you mentally cursed it for the noise. The next thing you noticed was that you had the strangest sensation that you were not alone in the room.

A new cage, but the same predator. Trapped with him for another time.

You turned slowly, trying to keep a brave face despite circumstances. His black figure was seated on a bed, beside which there was a tray of food. To the Kylo Ren’s left—to the right of the bed—stood a container that was nearly half the creature’s height. You could see the ashes therein; the thing was filled with them. It disgusted you, threatened to negate the hunger that was building inside of you.

“Those are the newest.” His first words to you since you had entered what you could only assume was his bedroom. You felt bile rising in your throat, and you feared you would vomit—feared it because of the muzzle on your face. Kylo Ren rose from his spot on the bed. He paused, which allowed ample time for you to take in his full height. The way he held himself, as though ready to spring yet at the same time he appeared almost relaxed. You were no threat to him, not in your current state. You blinked, dropped your eyes to the floor, and then lifted your gaze when the creature took a step towards the container. He dipped a gloved hand into the ashes. Your fingers threatened to curl underneath the mittens, to form fists with your hands—save your broken digit, which only throbbed.

His fingers drew lazy patterns in the remains of your fallen comrades. You tore your gaze away from what he was doing to search for something—anything—with which to strike him. Your efforts ceased, however, when he cupped his hand and entrapped some of the ashes. He stepped away from the canister, towards you, and you felt your limbs freezing. It was by no effort of his, by no manipulation of the Force, that rendered you immobile. It was not quite fear either. Simply a sick sense of anticipation, the knowledge of what he planned to do evident. When he was directly in front of you, the creature curled his fingers around the ashes, raised his arm and tilted his hand so that the remains trickled onto your head. You blinked your eyes, some of the ashes threatening to enter and irritate your orbs.

When half the ashes he had collected had descended onto you, Kylo Ren lowered his arm. His hand pressed against your collarbone, flattening and smearing the remains along your flesh as he trailed his limb across the length of your body to your shoulder. All the while he did not stop watching you.

“You wanted to join them,” he said, his tone indicating a sense of detachment. Kylo Ren shifted, stepping behind you whilst keeping his hand on your shoulder. You did what you could to not tremble at his touch. You were not afraid of him killing you—you would prefer that more than anything. But the contact was foreign to you. Only your allies had touched you, and even then it had never felt so…intimate, so invasive.

But, you reminded yourself, you would not let yourself be intimidated by him. You started to turn your head, watching him out of the corner of your eye. The gloved hand made its way along your skin to the side of your throat; all the while, ashes were smeared on your flesh. What had been the point of them cleaning you?—so that you could see more easily the blackened remains of your allies upon your flesh?

“Perhaps you should be fed…” Passive still, uncaring. You looked towards the tray of food. Nothing that would require much chewing, which hit you like a punch to the gut. You were being treated like an animal. Like some form of mild entertainment. You refused to allow these facts to break you in any way, shape or form. You lifted your chin, staring down your nose at the tray. Behind you, Kylo Ren chuckled. “Obstinate creature.” You felt him draw even closer to you, the metal of his mouthpiece hovering near your ear. “But, you are mistaken—I can take whatever I want.” He lifted a hand, causing you to flinch when it was placed in the air on the other side of your head. His fingers hooked, as though he were latching onto something—and you felt something in your mind, something digging and clawing its way into you as he sent tendrils of suffering through you. “Your willpower is no exception.”

You could feel him digging, searching. He was dragging up memories, the creature attempting to discover your every weakness. You sobbed in pain, however did what you could to throw up mental roadblocks. Walls. You imagined walls, thought of nothing else—until, in frustration, the monster behind you shifted and his body brushed yours. He latched immediately onto the coldness that gripped your heart.

“I see.” The clawing tendrils retreated as you swallowed down the bile that had risen in your throat. The hand lowered from your head, the creature’s limb resting on your thigh. You tensed at the contact. “You didn’t cry when you were bathed—how badly you wanted to.” You legs were locking in place. The hand parted the slit that ran up the length of half the material that covered you. Those leather fingers pinched the edge of the cloth, drawing it aside to expose the black panties. “You’ve been too afraid to even touch yourself.” You moved to catch his hand, yet found the chain stretched as far as it would go when your mittens were mere inches from his wrist. Kylo Ren chuckled again. Rather than touch you, as you had feared was his intention, the creature allowed the material to drop.

Your meager sense of relief was short lived. His grip was like a vice on your upper arms, the darkly clothed Knight of Ren forcing you forward. Your knees hit against the edge of the mattress. You tried to shoved backwards against him, attempted to deadweight to stop him from accomplishing his task, and yet you were too weak to do anything more than prolong the time it took him to finish by, perhaps, five seconds. You were turned around and shoved down, your arms practically pinned to your sides as the chain was trapped under the weight of your body.

With your legs dangling over the side of the bed, you did what you could to kick at the creature. Kylo Ren had lowered himself into a crouch. He held up an arm, upon which your first feeble attempt to harm him hit. There was a soft sound of impact. He moved forward, his hands on your inner thighs, parting your legs as well as the material that had hid your panties from his view. The creature hovered above you, his visor pointed at the simple cloth that maintained the last shreds of your dignity. Slowly, as if drinking in the sounds of you hissing and growling in frustration, Kylo Ren lowered his head so that his mouthpiece rested against the front of your underwear. You froze instantly.

“I have no interest in touching you, Resistance scum,” he said. Your lips parted, your mouth falling open at the vibrations that traveled through the lower half of your body. You had never felt anything like it. Just as quickly, as though to prove his words true, Kylo Ren moved up the length of your body. You glared at him through the tears that had formed. “You will do as I say.”

“No,” you hissed out, your voice and words distorted the slightest bit by the seal around your teeth.

Kylo Ren raised a hand, the tips of his fingers on your face, near your eye. You hated the feel of leather on you. “You will do as I say.”

And something in you snapped, clicked. As though it only made sense for you to do whatever he willed. Something crawling into your brain, nudging you. “I will do as you say,” you repeated. Kylo Ren tilted his head to the side, observing you for a moment longer before he straightened himself. He stood there beside the bed, his legs between your parted limbs. The creature, your captor, withdrew the hilt of his weapon from its place at his belt. Turning it upside down, he considered you even longer.

Though your mind, under the creature’s control, was incapable of fully comprehending the abstract concept of time, it was able to feel that there was a sort of wavering. The hesitation was not on your part; you knew only that, for an unexplainable reason, your purpose was to bend to Kylo Ren’s will. Ah, your mind supplied—or was it his? His wavering, his hesitation. A mindless creature could commit more acts than a knowledgeable human, who understood the depth of what such actions would ultimately mean. All repercussions taken into consideration. It went far beyond the ends justifying the means. It delved into every tiny ripple that was created by the disturbance.

The considerations of potential ripples entered your mind, which could not understand why the thoughts were there at all. What purpose did they serve in terms of you obeying the master of your mind? He wants to know—he should know all. Something buried deep within you stirred. A small voice, nearly a whisper, that urged you to resist. You should fight against this, the voice demanded.

The waves of indecision from your captor dissipated. His will power pushed across your mind again; a thick fog that obscured any images you may have been able to conjure on your own. It drowned out the small voice of resistance.

Please and obey, a new voice purred. It had no face, however such an image would have been superfluous. What need did such a benevolent sound have for some visage that would never do it justice?

Humanity—empathy and compassion gave way to the necessity of control. And thus the creature spoke:

“You will desecrate yourself on my weapon.”

“I will desecrate myself on your weapon,” you said, almost robotically. At the same time, you started to sit up, somehow knowing that this was what he willed. You maneuvered yourself onto your knees, your legs still spread. Kylo Ren hooked two fingers into your panties, drawing them to the side and exposing your cunt. You were not aroused at all—not that he cared; it was not for your pleasure, rather for his own sick entertainment. To watch the Resistance crumble, observe your will, your resistance shattered.

He lined the tip of the hilt at your entrance. Your mind did not register the feel of the metal. Only his words were present; not the feelings your body should have experienced. His former command repeated itself in your brain, and you blindly obeyed. You lowered yourself onto the metal, so that it filled you up. Stretched you. Ripped you, your hymen. It was as you were raising yourself, the hilt slipping out of you, that Kylo Ren observed the blood of your virginity running down the metal. He said nothing. Not even as you plunged yourself back down onto the weapon.

“The Resistance is more willing than you let on.”

And all at once it was as though your very life was handed back over to you. It took your mind a moment to realize that you were a person; that what was happening to you was real. You screamed in agony, the pain coursing through your lower anatomy hitting you in full. As though you had been scalded and stabbed at the same time. You used your legs to push away, to raise yourself so that the metal left you. Falling backwards, you sobbed, twisting your body and curling up on yourself. Kylo Ren ran the fingers of his left hand along the hilt, smearing the blood—your blood. Without another word to you, he turned and strode away, presumably to clean the weapon so that its make was not compromised.

You breathed heavily as you lay on your side. It felt as though someone had split you in half. Tears spilled down your cheeks by the dozens. The greatest insult was not that he had ripped through your virginity with his weapon, the weapon that had killed countless allies; it was that he had tricked your mind into making you commit the atrocity.

“You must be desperate to do something so vile!” you spat out when Kylo Ren reentered the room. His lightsaber, cleaned, was in its rightful spot on his belt. “Pathetic, disgusting monster!”

By way of response the creature walked to the tray of food. You could still feel blood slipping out of you, some remaining in your panties, which were not completely on you correctly; some ran down your thigh and dripped onto the sheets. Kylo Ren lifted a small morsel of food, which he rolled around between his fingers. He smashed it, rolled it again, working the piece into an even smaller form. It would be able to slip past one of the open portions of the muzzle, you realized. Shaking your head, you attempted to turn your face so that he could not reach your mouth. Kylo Ren was not deterred. He seized you by the hair, tugging so that your neck snapped back enough to give him room to shove the piece into your mouth. You worked your tongue against the food. Despite the fact that you were salivating, that your stomach was churning in hunger just as much as it was disgust, you attempted to push the bite back through the muzzle with your tongue.

Kylo Ren grabbed your thigh, his thumb pushing into your flesh in a manner that you let you know a bruise was going to form. The throbbing in you from the breaking of your hymen returned in full. “Gnnn!”

“It would be wise to swallow.” You hastily obeyed, wanting to rid yourself of the pain, of his touch. His hand indeed left you in favor of preparing another piece.

“You’re depraved,” you ground out before more food was shoved into your mouth.

Kylo Ren set the back of his hand against your face; his knuckles brushed your cheek in what would be considered a soothing manner had it been anyone else touching you. “You want to kill me.”

“I will kill you,” you screamed after swallowing. You would have lunged for him, would have attempted to fight him in any capacity you could, if not for the throbbing between your legs. A breathy noise, as though he had scoffed at the idea. Or laughed at it. “I don’t fear you, you monster!”

“You fear—“ He paused, as though recalling his trip inside your mind. He waved a hand before your face. “Touch yourself.” Your hands dropped to your hips, parting the material and tracing through the blood. You rolled two fingers against your clit, dipped those digits to your entrance, and gathered both blood and the traces of your own juices that were forming. Kylo Ren watched you the entire time as you drew your fingers back to your clitoris and drew lazy circles around it. “A strange thing to fear,” he murmured.

Again were you handed back the faculties of your mind. You snatched your hands away from yourself, whipping them to your sides. You clenched your teeth and eyed that mask cautiously.

“You’re the first to fear it…” He almost sounded curious. “The first who had no reason to fear it.” Had being the operative word. You looked away in shame.

His fingers slipped into the material, this time aiming for the wound that had been tended to. The physicians had sealed the majority of the holes that had been created by the lightsaber. Yet there remained some damage, which would heal on its own. There would, of course, be scarring. The leather of his gloves against your healing wound caused you to tense up.

“You’re still willing to fight me.” It sickened you to know what he was hinting at; that your fallen allies had broken under lesser circumstances. They had likely wanted to die, not because it would prevent Kylo Ren from achieving sick satisfaction in their misery; but because they were afraid of him. You did not want to die because you were afraid of him. It was the former. It disgusted you that you were alive for his amusement. That you were in a position that was making it nearly impossible for you to attack him. Yet, because you were denied death, you would not give up so easily. You would find a way to harm him. You knew this was the reason the chain was secured behind your back; so that you could not attempt to use it against him.

He reached behind himself with the hand that was not set on your flesh; seizing up the cup, which had a straw protruding, he brought the drink towards your face. You pinched your lips closed. Kylo Ren cocked his head to the side, adding pressure with his thumb to your injury. Your mouth snapped open, a cry of pain leaving you as the straw was forced past your muzzle and into your mouth. Though you could not see the creature’s face, you were under the impression that he would do worse to you if you did not drink; that he would pinch your nose closed and pour the water down your throat so that you choked but were forced to swallow some. You abhorred that you saw no better choice than to temporarily humor him. Sealing your lips around the straw, you sucked up a small mouthful before the cup was dragged away.

Having grown bored with you, Kylo Ren called for a stormtrooper to return you to the small cell in which you had previously been kept. This time you were not chained to the table-like structure you recognized to be a bed. With your hands and mouth bound as they were, you were granted the liberty of moving about the tiny area. In one corner was a bucket, which you understood to be your toilet. You wrinkled your nose, yet within minutes you had no choice but to either use it or wet the panties you wore. That would result in either you sitting in your own urine or else being returned for another cloth bath. You sloppily wiped yourself with the toilet paper after you were done; the mittens inhibited your movements more than you liked.

The blood from your broken hymen had dried to your legs. The pain had not fully dissipated. Each time you moved a certain way, the throbbing and discomfort returned. Urinating had done nothing more than aggravate your sensitive flesh as well. Your stomach was burning in hunger; the small amount of food he had fed you had, if anything, only heightened your appetite.

But that was what he wanted, you realized in little time. The creature wanted you to beg him. You wouldn’t, especially not after what he had done to you—what he had made you do.

Even when you were shivering as you laid on the hard bed, you refused to beg. You knew you should ask for a blanket lest you catch a cold. Or perhaps pneumonia. Stars, you prayed you would get sick. That you would catch some sort of infection the First Order physicians would be unable to cure. No such affliction arrived, however; the familiar stomping of boots echoed through the hallway outside the door. You squeezed your eyes closed, curling into a tighter ball then choking on a sob as pain rippled through your lower anatomy again. The girth of the lightsaber hilt had been anything but merciful.

The cell door opened and then shut just as suddenly. You could feel his presence in the small area with you. “You’re cold,” he observed as he closed the distance between the pair of you. His hand touched your shoulder, though you weren’t sure why he would do that—he was still wearing those gloves, so it wasn’t as though he could feel you.

“Don’t you fucking touch me,” you hissed, jerking your body away from his touch.

Kylo Ren’s hand, hovering near your shoulder since you had moved so that his grip on you faltered, found your throat. You stilled at the light amount of pressure that he applied. Staring up into that cold mask of his, you could feel his gaze glued to your face. There was a sudden pressure on your mind, a single word nestling itself and repeating over and over: submit.

No, your mind chanted, though you could not find the strength to speak the single syllable aloud. Could not fight against the creature’s will, which was forcing itself into you the same way it had before. Sweat was gathering on your body despite the cold; in fact, it worsened the chill that assaulted your body.

When his hand slipped from your neck to your shoulder, you said nothing. You were dragged up to your feet; your knees threatened to buckle as more pain shot through you. Crumpling, you found yourself pitching forward, your body hitting into his. He hardly seemed to care.

“Are you afraid?”

“Never of you!” you said through clenched teeth, gagging the next second as you fought through the discomfort.

“You fight so well.” The compliment did nothing other than make your stomach drop, especially when Kylo Ren lowered himself onto one knee before you. His arm snaked around your waist. You lifted a knee, using it to keep some distance between your body and his as he tugged you closer. “You don’t yet realize that you’ve already lost.”

“If I had already lost, you would have finished killing me,” you responded, looking down your nose at him through narrowed eyes. “I’ve no reason to fear a coward hiding behind a mask.”

“Perhaps you would be more afraid of what’s behind this mask,” Kylo Ren said levelly. He tugged you harder, which caused your knee to press uncomfortably against his armor before it was forced to give way. The mouthpiece of his helmet was, for a second time, pressed to your more intimate regions. This time the sorry excuse for clothing you had been given separated it from your panties. “A little tooke.”

“Is toxic to a rancor,” you returned, trying to ignore the vibrations that traveled through you. Pain threatened to give way to another sensation, which you had no desire to experience—not with this monster. Kylo Ren stood, his mask pressed against your body the entire way until he was able to hook the mouthpiece against the side of your neck. It was too intimate again—perhaps that was the sole reason he was acting this way. To get under your skin. His fingers toyed with the ashes he had previously smeared against your flesh.

“So easily crushed.” His hand slipped underneath the layers of black cloth, dipping into your underwear. You clenched your jaw to keep from saying anything; begging in any form would be handing him a victory. And so you endured the sensation of leather caressing your outer lips before teasing your clit. The pain fully gave way to a swirling sensation that settled in your lower belly before it pooled lower. Kylo Ren moved a single finger to your entrance, where your juices had started to drip out of you. You had to swallow repeatedly, put pressure on your tongue with the rubber capping on your teeth, to keep from crying.

“They send forth the naïve to destroy those they fear,” the creature said passively. There was a humming quality to his voice, as though perhaps he was in some way curious about you. Or perhaps it was simply the way he pondered how best to break you. “How often I expect more than the Resistance is capable of.” The finger at your entrance swiveled back at forth, the tip of it tapping against either side of your walls. The grip your teeth had on your tongue nearly faltered, however you managed to press down before the organ could be fully released.

He dragged your juices back to your clit and slowly traced out the letters of his name. You were breathing through your nose, the air going in and out of you with enough noise that he could definitely hear you. Not to mention the way your chest was starting to heave. Your knees wobbled. A seam of his glove added more to the pleasure he was lazily delivering—delivering only to show you that he could trick your body into doing whatever it was he so desired.

Your eyes darted up to the ceiling. “‘I have no interest in touching you, Resistance scum,’” you said, your voice quivering around the words he had spoken earlier. His finger paused. The metal at your throat shifted back momentarily then dug more tightly into your flesh. He resumed his actions, this time working his digit faster. “Ggg…” Your jaw dropped open, and you greedily, noisily panted in attempts to gather enough air for your lungs. Kylo Ren stepped behind you, keeping his face at your throat, yet now angling so that he could watch his own actions. Your eyes darted around the room. You tried to think of things—you were covered in your allies’ remains, you reminded yourself. This creature had—he raised his other hand, kneading your chest, adding a second finger to tease your clit—he had killed so many. Would be killing more until he was killed.

“So evasive…”

Then suddenly you were not alone in your mind any longer. You could feel him once more digging, knew he was devouring your every reaction to his toxic touch. Your body was throbbing with want for more, while mentally you were screaming for it to end. Yet that screaming stopped. You tried to hold back, even in your thoughts, any pleas that would otherwise form. You would not let him hear any of it.

Kylo Ren pinched your nipple through the cloth. You gasped then cursed yourself. He was rubbing your cunt with three fingers, back and forth. Sliding over your entrance then back to your clit. Over and over again, now rolling his hand. You squirmed, moving to retreat by taking a step back only to press more tightly into his body.

Images pressed into your mind. You on your knees, his cock halfway down your throat as he gripped onto the sides of your head. You shook your head, swallowing thickly so that you did not scream out the No! that was on the tip of your tongue, the no that was nearly erased by the word yes! when he flexed his wrist, the new angle proving to provide more stimulation. More images. Something hot and wet on your cunt; his breath. A tongue delving into you, the sound of him slurping up your juices. That tongue waggling about in a manner that had you bucking your hips up, pressing yourself more tightly against his face, a face that was still a mystery to you.

“N-yes!” You threw your head back, choking on a sob and moan as you spilled onto his hand. Kylo Ren caught you when your legs gave out as your first ever orgasm crashed over you. His hand did not stop moving; he milked it out for all it was worth. “F… D… Don’t touch me!” You tried to wrench yourself from his grasp the moment you came down from the high achieved by your release.

“And yet you crave my touch,” was his response, the words instantly bringing you to a stop when a moment before you had been trying to elbow him to no avail. “This…” Kylo Ren stroked your over-sensitive clit, causing your legs to buckle again. “…you now know how it feels…” He repeated the action. You sobbed, wanting to beg him to stop but not wanting to beg. The creature behind you smeared your juices along your inner thigh, mixing them with the blood that had dried there. “A simple touch and you crumble.”

“You haven’t won,” you managed between sobs. You shook your head. “You’re disgusting!…Loathsome!…Depraved! Damned pervert!”

“Pervert?” He chuckled, a sound you hated. Kylo Ren seized one of your mitten-clad hands, bringing it to the front of his pants. Even through all the layers you could feel him. “You have no affect on me, Resistance scum.” It disgusted yet at the same time shamed you to find he was not lying; touching you as he had had not seemed to arouse him in the least.

“Your actions are no less perverse,” you said, bending your wrist so that you were no longer touching him. “As though touching me isn’t in itself sexual—you monster.” This time he did not respond. Instead, Kylo Ren swept you up into his arms and carried you out of the cell. It hardly surprised you to find that he had brought you once more to his own living quarters. You were dropped unceremoniously onto the bed. Looking over your shoulder, you glowered at the sight of him punching in a code, which he hid with his body. The room was locked; the only way you could leave was if he willed it.

He returned to the bed, lying on his back as you scooted as far from him as you could without falling off the bed. The material had caught, dragging downwards so that it hardly came above your nipples. “Is this a welcoming gesture?” he taunted. Your cheeks flushed hot. More than ever you wished you had control of your hands; at least then you could reestablish some of your dignity as well as attempt to strangle him. Kylo Ren reached to the side, seizing the front of the poor attire and tugging down in a single movement. You could look at him no longer as your breasts were fully exposed. “Perhaps if you asked for mercy, you would be humored.”

Again did he want you to beg; and with the sweet lie that you would be shown mercy. “I will die before I submit to you,” you said, turning your back to him and rolling onto your side. You laid down on the bed, hating the fact that you were starting to cry.

Under the bed lies a monster; it likes to eat children, because people taste better when they’re—they call it innocent. If you place your foot upon the ground, you can feel his breath. That’s him drawing closer. You have to look under the bed quickly or lift your foot back up. Otherwise he’ll eat you.

It had been a tale told to you by a friend in childhood. Face your fears or else avoid them. Never let yourself be caught off-guard. You shifted, draping your leg over the side of the bed. You gripped onto the edge of the mattress while placing your foot upon the ground. You waited with bated breath.

Behind you, the creature trailed his hand along your spine.

Gloved fingers ventured down to where the material pooled under your breasts. If you sat up, the entire top would fall down to your hips. You closed your eyes, squeezing them shut as tightly as possible to where flashes of red threatened the edges of darkness. It was not the breath of the monster from your childhood that you felt. Nor was it Kylo Ren’s breath; his mask was covering that mouth. The mask that touched between your shoulder blades. In this close proximity, you could hear him breathing. You waited, wishing that breathing would stop.

If you yanked your foot back onto the bed, the monster should not have been able to touch you. But it was already lying with you—behind you, against you. Its body pressed more firmly against yours. You trembled.

How you despised that you were quivering in anticipation of his next actions. In disgust. Self-loathing. How could your body have reacted that way?

You were not entirely naïve, not as Kylo Ren had implied. Your training had allowed you to know that one’s own body was such a traitorous fiend. You could not allow him to break you that way. It was your mind he was after. Your willpower. Even when he was able to control you, he could not fully bend you to his will. The creature had been incapable of tearing from you the true secrets he desired.

He’ll consume you if you let him, your mind informed you. The voice that spoke was from when you had been younger; a small, terrified child. The same voice that had told your parents: It’s gonna eat me!

“You may be terrified.” You wanted to tell him that you were not. You were not! Yet if you spoke—what would actually slip past your lips when his finger skimmed along the edges of your sorry excuse for a dress? Your heart hiccupped in your chest as you waited. Always waiting. Ready to brace yourself against whatever act the creature committed. “If you could see behind my mask…you would be.”

And there the monster felt silent—but it did not leave you.

[Fleeting caresses in the depths of night, Comes the creature that leaves you terrified; So small and scared, don’t you cry nor plea— Those noises only fill the creature with glee.]

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Ghost Of a Chance. Chapter 1

A Ghost of a Chance!: The Ghost Queen's Slaughter!

~Amity Park- Three years ago~

The town of Amity Park, a town tied to the paranormal. Ghosts from other dimensions have invaded the living plane of existence time and time again. Most are just relatively normal people. While others are, for lack of a better term Supervillains. Because of the influx of evil ghosts, one young hero fought to keep the peace.

Danny Fenton was just fourteen when his parents built a very strange machine. The Ghost Portal, It was designed to view a world unseen. During its test run, it failed to activate and it was left to collect dust in its parent's lab.

One day on a dare from his friends made him put on a Jumpsuit and go inside it. "I still think this is a REALLY bad idea, Sam! Have you ever even seen The Fly?" Danny tells her before he accidentally presses the On button, activating the portal with him inside with the help of this horrifyingly dangerous design flaw. With a bright green glow, Danny's screams in agony. His friend Tucker holds Sam back when she tries to run in and get Danny out. "NO STOP IT'S TOO DANGEROUS!!" Tucker screams at her.

"LET ME GO TUCKER If We Don't DO ANYTHING DANNY IS GOING TO DIE!!" Sam screams as she kicks Tucker in the stomach. He drops to the floor with the wind knocked out of him. A changed Danny stumbles out, staggered by the experience. His black hair is now snow white and his blue eyes now glowing green. The white/Black jumpsuit had its colors inverted.

After that Life changing day, Danny gained the abilities of a ghost. While learning his new abilities became a hero. At one point even saved the earth with every ghost he ever fought.

~Three years Later~

After fighting ghosts for three whole years, Amity Park has had ghosts become an everyday part of life. With Danny becoming a literal symbol of Ghost and Humans working well together, Ghost has been given rights as citizens. Some of Danny's old enemies gave up antagonizing humans and got real jobs.

Sidney Poindexter got his GED and became an Anti-bully activist. He actively reduced bullying in schools by telling kids how he took his own life because of it.

The Hothead Ember Mclain made it big as a legitimate performer with a record deal. She may even be going platinum soon.

Hell, even The Box Ghost got a job with FedEx.

One day, Danny was out buying new college prep books when he spotted another one of his old enemies in the coffee shop, looking depressed. Desiree the wishing ghost is waiting for her coffee, dressed in a suit. She appears worried about something, checking her watch.

"Oh boy this can't be good." He mumbled to himself, trying not to draw her attention. He starts to feel sorry when she pays for her coffee. A heartbroken Desiree just stares blankly at her phone. Soon she spots him in the distance and politely waves while grinding her teeth. "Fantastic, My date stands me up and now I have to deal with the Phantom boy!"

"Oh man, I'm so going to regret this later." He awkwardly waves back at her before gesturing to her he is leaving. Danny walks away with a sigh of relief. "Talk about awkward running into a former enemy!" Without paying attention he bumps into Desiree. "Ahem!"

Danny would have jumped in shock if his Ghost Sense didn't already let him know she was right in front of him. Desiree looks down at him with her arms crossed. "What do you want, Phantom?" An enraged scowl on her face before she notices the books in his hand. "Oh, you didn't come for me!" She calms down a bit and even laughs. "Forgive me, I've not been in the best of moods."

Danny laughs, nearly dropping his books. "I was just as surprised to see you, Desiree! I almost went ghost like the old days out of habit." The former adversaries laugh at the whole situation. "So how are you, Desiree? By the get up I'm assuming you've gone legit like a lot of other ghosts."

"Yes I passed the bar exam and I'm now a lawyer." She clarifies with pride written on her face. "I happened to order two coffees and my date decided not to show up, care to join me?"

Both of them return to the coffee shop and have a friendly conversation, like the hostilities of their past is now gone."Your date sounds like a real dumbass to stand you up. So you chose to be a lawyer? I have to admit I never saw that one coming. The Box Ghost working at FedEx I saw a mile away, but this takes me by surprise." The ghost boy admits to her.

"In the last three years, I've tried many different jobs but being a Lawyer had the most appeal, so I committed to law school. Getting a GED was the First real challenge because the last time I had a formal education was two-thousand years ago. " She points at Danny's books while taking a sip. "So how about you Phantom? You look like you are getting serious in your studies in these peaceful times."

"I want to be an astronaut one day and with the lack of Ghost fighting, I've had more time to study for it. Good riddance too, I never really liked all the non-stop fighting anyway. Like the first time we fought, You kicked my butt big time before I made a wish."

"I hope one day my wishes can come true," Desiree mumbled to herself with some regret. "The one thing I can never have."

"Your own Kingdom if I remember that gypsy's story right." Danny muses out loud. Desiree shakes her head with a sad look on her face.

"That was just a superficial legend, not the real story. What I really wish for is something I never had."

~Fenton labs~

Four years after Danny got his powers from the ghost portal, the constant battles always took their toll on him every time but he always bounced back. From the Box ghost to the former ghost King, he always came back stronger. However, he might have his hands full this time. His many enemies began the unthinkable. They somehow found a way to make his ability to feel the incoming presence of another ghost useless. Under the command of the new Ghost Queen, they went after his friends and family one by one.

Wave after wave of the Ghost Queen's minions worn the now eighteen-year-old ghost boy down. Soon he was overpowered by her most fearsome henchmen, Beaten to the point he could not fight back.

He is on his knees in a Burning laboratory as his two most powerful foes looming above him. The Fright Knight, the spirit of Halloween and an evil older copy of himself from another timeline called Dark Danny. "Games over kid it's been over before it even began!" His evil parallel self-boast. Dark Danny lifts Danny by the neck, strangling his younger self while charging up a blast in his other hand. Danny is too beaten and bloody to fight back. "Time to DIE!!"

Danny almost gets blasted through the stomach before the Fright Knight cuts Dark Danny's arm off. "Her Highness the Queen ordered us to bring him to her alive!!" The Knight snarls at his partner. An enraged Dark Danny throws a swing before the Fright Knight has a blast aimed at his head. "And I've been given the freedom to eliminate you if I see fit!"

Dark Danny stops baring his teeth at the knight and regains his cool. "You know, I liked it better when you served me in my timeline." He drops Danny and reattaches his arm.

A terrified Danny tries to crawl away but is too gravely injured to get far. "D-Danny?" His sister Jazz is buried under rubble, in tears and reaching out to him as she bleeds out. Dark Danny picks Jazz up off the ground by the hair. A sadistic smirk on his face as he looks down at Danny. "Hello sis, miss me?" Jazz spits blood in his face as a last act of defiance. "Go To Hell!"

"You're already here Jazz, and you are about to meet the devil herself?" He puts her in an ectoplasmic bubble along with Danny. "Lucky for you, she did say to bring at least one living family member."

He waves his hand to make a Ghost Portal.

~Ghost Zone~

The two villains enter it, on the other side is a massive palace in the Ghost Zone. Various ghosts and humans on their knees in the throne room. A ghostly servant blows a horn, "Presenting The new Ghost Queen! Her Highness Queen..." A tall busty woman with an hourglass figure walks down a dark corridor, her red eyes shine in the darkness before she enters the light. Her skin is brown with glowing veins marks all over her arms, veins that change between red blue yellow and green. "...Desiree!"

The (Former) Wishing Ghost sets on her new throne, giving Danny a lustful leer. "Bring him closer and release him." She orders her henchmen, her eyes never leaving the ghost boy. Dark Danny makes his Ecto-Bubble vanish, he kicks his younger counterpart towards the foot of Desiree's throne. The barely conscious Danny can't keep his eyes open as The Ghost Queen gingerly caresses his face. "And I had this grand speech planned and you deliver him to me almost dead!?"

Dark Danny laughs smugly with fangs before a look of rage takes over him. He is looking at his hand as he is being removed from existence in green fire. "We had a deal! I give you what you want, you give me what I want!", He screams.

Desiree picks Danny up bridal style, her expression is cold as she glares at Dark Danny. "Your results are unsatisfactory, enjoy existing no more." Dark Danny disappears, vanishing within the flames.

~Hours later~

Danny wakes up in a large bed with all his injuries healed. "Where am I?!" He gets out of the bed only to fall on his face, his legs feel like jelly. "Oh great, I'm in enemy territory and I can't walk or go ghost!" Arms wrap around him as a pair of soft lips kissed him on the cheek. He spots the Ring of Rage on her finger. He sees Desiree's new look like she is almost human again. The flaming crown of her head gives him a clue, much to his horror.

"The numbness will subside in time, but you need to rest," Desiree whispers into his ear, her embrace getting tighter when Danny struggles to get loose. "Desiree, is this really you? What did you do to yourself!?"

She puts him back in the bed. Danny then remembers Jazz was with him. "Jazz, what did you do to her?!", He shouts at her.

"Healed up and resting in another room. As for what I did to myself..." She puts her right hand up to Danny so he can see the glowing Ring. "...I transcended beyond a ghost or my original humanity, with the power of the former ghost king's ring and crown."

Danny looks at her with abstract terror. "You took those from him?! Do you have any idea what those can do?! If your not careful you can destroy the whole ghost zone and the earth along with it!"

"Worth the risk, I am making an empire, one where ghosts and Humans can be equals. I'm just about finished all I need now is..." Queen Desiree forces him down onto the bed, She Kisses Danny while holding him down. She moans loudly, forcing her tongue down his thought. "...a king to rule beside me!~"

All Danny can say is a flat, "W-What the fuck!? Those things are making you crazy!" His eyes were wide with shock and confusion. "What does this have to do with me anyway?!"

Desiree while still on top smiles warmly, laying next to him. "It's Very simple Danny.~" Her voice is sweet, yet has an undertone of insanity. "You and I marry then rule a glorious empire as Husband and Wife."

"I'm a little young for you, don't you think? I only just turned eighteen." He asks Desiree with a sliver of fear.

"TIME OUT!!"

Time is frozen in place and when it starts Danny is gone. "Oh, no Worries Your of age now. Wait..." The Ghost Queen looks around the room before flinging into a rage. She fires a blast that destroys a wall. "Clockwork!"

Queen Desiree flies out so fast she makes a sonic boom.

~Clockwork's Realm~

Clockwork the master of time opens up a portal in time. A weakened and injured Danny has a Time medallion on him. "If you wish to Save all of the creation, go now!" The normally calm Master of time screams in panic.

Danny limps into the Time portal and in a flash of light is gone. "DANNY!!!" The Ghost Queen screams blows open the wall. *BOOM!* She conjures skeletal arms to bind Clockwork and depower him. "Clockwork Your queen has questions regarding her consort! Return him to me and I'll show you mercy and even forgive your crimes!"

"Danny is already gone and you can't get to him. You may be seemingly omnipotent with the power of the Ghost King but even You have no power over time!" Desiree blasts him into oblivion, leaving no trace of Clockwork. With a snap of her finger, The Fright Knight is Summoned.

"Follow Danny and bring him to me no matter the cost!"

"At once your majesty!" Her knight with his orders enters the portal.

Queen Desiree descends into maniacal laughter. "I will have you, Danny! Even if I have to rip apart time and space! So I wish it so shall it be!!"

#Danny Phantom #fanfic #hartfanart

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Reverse Role P2!

I have more developed spreadsheets and character builds ready. So now I feel confident in sharing a part 2 of my very special AU.

{TW: This talks about causes of death; I'm incredibly sorry if anyone is not able to handle it}

(This is very long, working on mobile sucks)

Pariah Dark is a wild child and more of the wild card than what Fright Knight is

Peter Moore grew up as another rich kid next door to Arthur, and cherished his bromance with him in his best friend's time of need. But he acts more of a frat boy when it comes to high school

Freshman year and he already gets in detention for reasons he doesn't even know. No bad grades, just bad conduct is all. Arthur usually has to keep him in check when it comes to keeping a low profile as a ghost superhero

Before his halfa beginning trying to save Arthur from a house fire, he went inside and his eye was slashed by the bearer of the sword protecting Arthur's body, and has a scar on his left eye, trailing down his face

Sidney Poindexter is alive and well in this alternative universe. Very intelligent and extremely smart, he could've been a scientist, but instead became a high school teacher to help the other kids out

He's young in this AU, as he was young in the show. Only 25 years old and he can kind of relate to the kids. It's mostly forms of science that are best with the students

Penelope; human biology, Damien; botany & biology, Nicolas; study of atoms & molecule studies, Amber; Study of sound and soundwaves, Jeremiah; Biology & genetic mutations, Braden; Marine Biology, and Arthur/Peter are good test students to use for an experiment

Although he can be strict sometimes, he still helps his students to the best of his ability

Youngblood is all grown up as well, and has a lot to show as mayor of Amity Park

Taylor Elizabeth, aged 28, good-looking, and wishing for the well-being of the next generation of hard working citizens of Amity Park. He got “youngblood” as a nickname bc he’s lived in Amity for almost all his life. He loves it here, even if it is weird with its ghostly residents

The kids call him Mayor Youngblood, cause it’s just fun to say. Taylor doesn’t mind, because they’re only kids, you only live once (right?)

Lunch Lady is your every day, average...well...lunch lady! She loves her job as a chef at school. And enjoys having her time spent with the kids that she’s come to know over the years.

Lucille Landerman, just like a mother hen, she dotes on the boys when they compliment on her cooking. She’s not just MEAT MEAT MEAT, and makes meals for kids with specific allergies. She looks at JJ like the sweet little boy she thinks he is, and he smiles awkwardly as she pats him on the shoulder

Sometimes, when no ones looking, she give extra dessert to Damien and Braden, and cookies to the rest of the kids.

And she’s no granny, let me tell you. When she was younger, she use to fight on rooftops and be super big for her age. But when a ghost or attacker tries to hurt the kids she feeds, you bet she’s gonna hit them with an iron skillet on the head

Box Ghost is the same as Lunch Lady, very caring and usual easy going with the kids, even if they are having a bad day, he'll pull out a pun or two to cheer anyone up

Bejamin Boxmore; early 40's, school janitor/custodian. He likes having Damien around, especially when he needs help with a heavy load of boxes coming and going into the supply closet. At the end of the day, he'll give the good-natured boy a little gift-wrapped box, usually with a trinket or a tiny flower pot as a thanks

And he's not at all going to deal with the tomfoolery of some ghost that wants to hurt the good students of Casper High, so he always carries at least a broom or a mop with him at all times

He has a little girl from a past marriage named Lucy; he adores her everytime she comes over to his house on the weekends

Siblings Dorothea and Aragon are always by each other's side, stuck to one another like glue. They have their backs covered, and defend anyone who can't defend themselves

Dorothy and Alexander Pendragon come groom a long line of royalty, and their wealth says so. Born twins, Alex usually takes the lead as the older twin, but Dorothy takes charge with a plan in mind. They've both known Penelope and Arthur for a long time, and became friends based on their hatred for being the rich kids on the block

Dorothy is extremely intelligent when it comes to engineering and technical difficulties, which makes her a good study partner

Alex is the bronze of the two, thinking mostly with his fists rather than with his head. Dorothy usually has to keep him from getting into trouble, and even then that doesn't help

They both came into their powers when they inherited strange matching medallions from two great grandparents, that were also twins. When they finally put them on, they couldn't handle the powers the jewels possessed, and their lives were forever changed

In their ghostly forms, they have a reptilian appearance reassembling a dragonborn child, but with wings and a tail. They have abilities the same as a ghost, with fire breathing and a dragon form

They're referred to as "The Dragon Twins" as they're forms look exactly the same, except Alex is black and white, and Dorothy is blue and green

Clockwork is a teenaged genius with the mental capacity between a child, a teenager and a 42 year old man. He's the top of his class and an intelligent young man

His ADHD can leave him acting like the total opposite of what he normally acts like. First a mature, composed 15 year old child genius, to an adrenaline junkie for a taste of fun and cotton candy

His coming-of-ghostly-status resulted from multiple gunshots in the legs, which were almost fatal if the angel of death had not intervened. He woke up in the hospital, paralyzed to the waist down, and being able to slow down time at will

The name "Clockwork" was strung together by JJ, who insisted his time controlling powers were amazing, and he needed a name to match such cool abilities

Nocturne is the weird kid from middle school that turned the hot guy that can literally SHAPESHIFT FROM BOY TO GIRL-HOW DOES HE DO IT???

He's also really laid back and goes with the flow of things. He's known more as a gentle giant bc of his height. But he also loves to help some of the shorter teachers out in case they can't reach anything

Nova Lewis is one of the few very mysterious kids in school. Nobody knows if he is a he, a she, a they??? It's confusing to everyone at school, but only Nova knows that

They're great friends with Charlie and are exceptionally great with the other kids too. Arthur and Peter welcomed him with bear hugs when they found another ally in the ghost half team. The girls love to take fashion advice from them based on their own style, and being that he's tall and lanky, he helps JJ with annything taller than 5'9"

How they came to be was really twisted and horrible. Nova's parents had been in a cult for years, hiding from him in secret, worshipping to one and only 'dreamer god' who would whisper sweet nothings to make the pain of reality go away. One day, in order to 'summon' his great god, there needed to be a sacrifice; someone who was young, and free, and had the most innocence

Bingo! Nova was taken and blindfolded, deep into the woods, on a starry night, when the moon was full, and brought into a circle of concrete with symbols on it. The deed was done, blood had been spilled from the mouth of the young child, but nothing happened. The followers left, leaving the body behind, when Nova gasped once more for life

The very next day he went to the police and filed an attempted cult killing by his parents, and they were arrested for attempted murder; now he lives with his aunt in Amity

Omg I am SO gonna do origin story comics because I love doing every single back story for these characters

#danny phantom #reverse role au #dp pariah dark #dp dorathea #sidney poindexter #dp youngblood #dp lunch lady #dp box ghost #dp aragon #dp clockwork #dp nocturne #I think I went into more depth with nocturne than anybody else #more depth more story I guess

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hispydamy618 · 3 years

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She-Ra and the Princesses of Power x Spaceling: Glitch in Space

Summary: After opening the portal, it tears a hole across the dimensions giving an entrance for the New York heroes: Utopix Jones, Georgine Wilson, Gabriel Rodriguez, Oliver Schmidt and Makena Jones, to fall right through. Together, they'll need to recreate the disaster that brought them to Etheria alongside the Princess' Rebellion in order to go back home and fix what was broken... but not before defeating the obstacles on the way.

Disclaimer: Contains spoilers for She-Ra’s season 3 finale and Spaceling’s issue 10-12 events.

(Thank you so much to @catlliecal for co-writing this with me!)

Masterlist: Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 (you're here!) // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7

Word Count: 3.6k

Check Spaceling out!

Chapter 3: For the Honor of Grayskull

The plan was set afoot. The princesses and the others had prepared themselves to go to the Horde and "borrow" the parts they needed to create the device for their new companions to go back home. Even Seahawk managed to tag along with Team B after begging them endlessly. Meanwhile, Team A continued to stay alert of any threats that might harass the others. Glimmer leaned against one of the structures, peeking her head near the edge to look for any soldiers. With a single snap, she made one of the soldiers trip with her glamorous sparkles.

"Now, stay alert. We don't wanna raise any suspicions yet." Adora spoke as quiet as she could, keeping her body low from anybody's sights.

"Again, why are you carrying that with you? Wouldn't it be... I don't know... incovenient?" Georgine pointed at the sword hanging on her back.

"Well, you have a weapon too!" Adora yelled in her whisper, pointing at the strange gadget in Georgine's hand connected to her tech armor.

"Can you please be quiet?" Bow's voice cracked under the pressure that they might get caught.

Some Horde guards passed near them, getting knocked out within seconds by the four trespassers. While they were at it, Oliver, Mermista, Seahawk, and Gabriel were trying their best to infiltrate the Fright Zone's junkyard, filled with Hordak's failed experiments.

"So, what are we exactly looking for?" Seahawk glanced around as he followed the two closely.

“Well, the basics. But also for a conductor that can retain the power that created the portal and the power source for the device itself.” Oliver spoke in a soft tone as they walked along the gray zone.

“Yeah, uh, do we have to pretend to know what that is?” Mermista crossed her arms, expressing her annoyance.

“Oh my goodness! I still can't believe we’re in a different dimension, in a mission, with a water princess!” Gabriel spun around happily.

Mermista rolled her eyes at his excited statement, gripping her arms as she walked near the dirty-blond-haired guy who continued to find the materials he needed among the piled trash. Gabriel even dared to dive in an enormous pile just to find what his dear friend needed. Some rummaging later and they had found what they needed.

“It’s an isolated conductor. It’ll be more than enough to power up the portal.” Oliver held the conductor, analyzing it to make sure that it wasn't too damaged.

“Will you be able to use it?” Gabriel jumped out of the pile without any difficulty.

Oliver nodded, smiling at the fact that the plan went smooth... mostly.

A Horde soldier passed by, noticing the three intruders. “Hey!” They pointed their weapon at them, attempting to shoot them until Mermista pushed them away with a massive wave of water.

“Go. And run. Now.” Mermista have had it.

“Absolutely!” Gabriel grabbed Oliver’s hand, running away with him as Oliver held onto a wagon’s handle filled with the materials.

“Yes! Adventure!” Seahawk ran behind them, pulling his glowing sword around to defend the two from any danger.

The wagon’s wheel would squeak across the rocky ground, letting Team A know of their distance... but also letting everyone know of their presence. A screen appeared on Catra’s pad, letting her know of the unexpected ambush. She let out a soft growl upon the announcement, throwing the pad to the floor causing it to crack a little. She knew of only one person that’d dared to come back to the Fright Zone after a massive disaster. But she wasn't too impressed. Her sharp nail pressed her badge to communicate with Scorpia. “Scorpia! Send number 36 to the field! I have a good feeling about this.” A smirk appeared across her lips as an idea appeared in her head.

The alarms blared around the Fright Zone, coloring all of its surroundings with a menacing red tone. Adora stood up, similarly alarmed by the sound. “They found them! We need to rescue them!”

Georgine groaned at her sudden reaction, grabbing her by the collar of her red jacket. “What are you NOT telling me, Adora? Is there something more dangerous in here than Shadow Weaver?”

“Hey, Adora.”

“You could say that.” Adora angrily frowned once she noticed Catra.

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“Have they called back?” Frosta asked Utopix who hadn't gotten a response from Team A, or basically Georgine, for a while now.

“N-No... Something must have gone wrong.” Utopix placed the pad aside, wondering what to do. “W-We have to go and help them!”

“But Georgine wanted you to stay here.” Perfuma caressed his shoulder as she tried to reason with him.

“She’d be devastated if something happened to you.” Makena added to the argument.

“I-I can't leave her there... If something happens to all of them, if something happens to Georgine...” his hand wiped his tears away, trying to not let the thought of it consume him.

“I’ll go with you!” Swift Wind spread his wings gloriously.

“No! I-I have to do this alone!” Utopix stomped his foot.

“Only if you want to get yourself killed, child.”

The princesses, Swift Wind, and Utopix looked at Shadow Weaver who entered the room, accompanied by two Moon guards. She approached Utopix, but stood at a safe distance to avoid the princesses from going bizarre.

“The Fright Zone can be quite conspicuous for someone like you.” Shadow Weaver’s unseen feet dragged around the room as she kept on speaking to him. “It’s a shame that your dear lover doesn't seem to trust Adora with her... big secret.” her eyes narrowed at her last words.

“S-Secret?” Utopix backed away as his thoughts stirred around his head. “A-Adora would never-”

“If you don't want your friends to get captured, then I suggest you move quickly. Only few people have managed to survive the Horde’s harsh punishments.”

“Utopix, she’s lying!” Perfuma shouted.

“Yeah! Adora and the others have managed to come in and out of that place multiple times!” Swift Wind added, speaking in a firm tone.

“Plus, it’s not like they’ll go there if they hadn't gone there before!” Frosta crossed her arms in anger.

“...but we haven't.” Utopix lowered his head, letting the tears flow down his face.

“Utopix... Please.” Makena’s hand held his, rubbing it with her thumb to convince him to stay. “Don't do this.”

“I-I have to... I can't leave her.”

Shadow Weaver seemed to smirk under her maroon mask. It’s not that she cared about their new visitors, but she couldn't afford any more.. obstacles between her and what she wanted: Adora. After Utopix wiped his tears once again, he ran to the balcony, attempting to flee the castle.

“Utopix!” The four ran towards Utopix, Swift Wind managed to catch up as his snout pushed him back and onto his back, taking off from the balcony and towards the Fright Zone. The princesses leaned against the balcony’s fence, out of breath.

“He’ll be fine.” Perfuma’s hand laid on Makena’s shoulder who exhaled in defeat.

Meanwhile, the white horse was having a hard time with the robot mounting him. “S-Swift Wind! I told you to leave me alone!” his hands gripped onto his rainbow-like hair for dear life as he watched the high altitude they were at.

“No way! If you're going to rescue Georgia-”

“Georgie!”

“If you're going to rescue Georgine, you’ll need all the help you can get!” Swift Wind swung his hair around once again.

Utopix sighed in defeat, silently letting Swift Wind accompany him, despite the fact that he tagged himself along.

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“Y’know, Adora. I really thought you'd be smart enough to not come back to the Fright Zone after...” her eyes took her up and down, making Adora growl. “...your little incident. Yet here you are. And why? To get another beating?”

“I wasn't the one who pulled the switch and you know it!” Adora grabbed the sword from her back, swinging it around in order to intimidate the one facing them.

“Aw... Wanna pull a trick on me, princess? I have one too.” Catra smirked, whistling in a specific tone to release her surprise.

The four stood against their backs, awaiting for the announced ambush. The footsteps of said surprise grew stronger and managed to tackle Georgine, scratching her cheek deliberately. Her hand ran along the wound, seeing the slight marks of blood on her fingers as she let out a soft groan.

“Georgine!” Adora yelled as she too got pushed down by the stranger.

Glimmer gasped and tried to shoot the unrecognizable figure that kept on rummaging through the shadows before attacking. Once her targets failed, she was punched multiple times by the maroon-haired individual, revealing himself to the light. And so did Bow, who attempted a similar strategy, failing on the process... Otu had easily the four onto the ground after acquiring new technology and updates from the Horde.

“You...” Georgine’s voice quivered as she got up.

Otu then stood up near Catra like a proud pet that had fetched his stick. Catra softly chuckled upon the four being horribly defeated. “Ah, come on, Adora. I almost feel sorry seeing you like this. Almost.” Her fingers snapped, ordering Otu to attack them once again, but it hadn't been a success this time. Utopix had hit his counterpart on the face, creating a similar wound that he had given Georgine earlier. Otu lowly growled at the attack, but his eyes widened at the sight of seeing Utopix mounting Swift Wind, arriving like a literal knight in a noble steed.

“Uto!” Georgine weakly shouted.

“Georgie!” Utopix got off Swift Wind’s back to hug her. “A-Are you okay?”

“Why are you here!? I told you to stay!” Georgine caressed his cheek, contradicting her reaction.

“I-I...” Utopix lowered his head before getting interrupted by the mad cat.

“Ugh! What is this!? I don't have all day!” Catra snapped her fingers again as Otu’s hand reached the ground in order to make it shake... hesitantly. “Well... What are you waiting for?” Catra demanded.

Otu’s hand trembled as his eyes met Utopix’s. He knew something was wrong. Something was going to happen to him. To his friends. But Catra’s voice ordered him once again, making the ground split apart to let the five fall right through. Team B witnessed devastatingly, escaping in one of the Horde’s transport ships to alert the others.

“Adora!” Swift Wind yelled as he flew around, fleeing the scene as Otu tried to shoot him down.

Couple of seconds later and there they were. Starting to get crushed by the debris above them.

“G-Glimmer... Are you okay?” Bow coughed after inhaling the thin dust forming around them.

“W-Well... That could've gone better.” Glimmer managed to speak despite the weight on her chest.

“G-Georgie...” Utopix’s body let out some sparks from his scratches as the heavy debris maintained its weight over him.

“UTO!” Georgine kept on struggling under the debris, making it more harder for her to breath.

“Stop! You're going to make it collapse over us!” Adora shouted.

“No! I’m not going to stop!”

“Why can't you just listen to me!?

The others were shocked at Adora’s state of anger as they quietly listened to the two. Not like they had any other choice.

“And why can't you tell me what’s going on!? We are all gonna die right now because of your lies!”

Adora’s eyes widened at her statement. It hadn't been days since what happened with the portal and she was already carrying the guilt of someone else’s death. “...fine.”

Georgine was equally shocked by her statement.

“You want me to tell you what's going on? Then I will.” Adora reached for the sword that had thankfully fallen near her. “But you have to trust me... please.”

Georgine’s eyes glanced at the debris beginning to collapse beneath them. Her options were limited: either trust whatever plan Adora had in her mind... or reveal something under her sleeve. But her concern was still on Utopix. She needed to get him out... by whatever means necessary. “Adora...” her eyes were filled with tears, but she closed them, allowing them to run free. Her hand reached for hers. “I’m.. sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too.”

After they exchanged a quick smile, a blinding light had filled the darkness embracing the narrow space. And then, there it was.

“For the Honor of Grayskull!”

Two vessels surrounded by light escaped the debris, carrying their weakened companions with them. Once they were free, they landed on an area free from the soldiers or any threat. Georgine contemplated the hero glowing in front of her: the distilling blond hair flowing around elegantly, the golden plates on her extremities, and how the questioning sword finally came to use. And Adora did the same. Contemplating the other’s similar features, specially the feathered wings.

“Are you sure we’re not twins?” Adora jokingly stated. “Tsk.” Georgine chuckled. “You wished you looked this good... She-Ra.”

“Wait... You knew this whole time?” Adora widened her eyes.

Georgine chuckled once again. “Of course I did. I’m an angel after all.” Her glance then turned towards Utopix who begun to heal under her touch as he was unconscious. “I just wanted to hear it from you.”

Adora smiled at her comment, feeling how the stress lifted from her shoulders. “Thank you for trusting me.”

“H-Hey! I’m sorry to interrupt.” Bow awkwardly chuckled, interrupting their heartfelt moment, alerting them of the incoming danger. “But can we get out of here already!?” He said as he pointed at some soldiers to attack them once again.

Adora and Georgine got in position. One with a mystical sword, and one still carrying the love of her life in her arms yet managed to summon a golden staff to attack them with.

“So, you do have a weapon after all.” Adora smirked at the sudden summoning.

“It’s just a formality.” Georgine chuckled before leaping into battle with her.

Catra observed from afar. Usually, she’d expect She-Ra to appear in the heat of the battle, but when she noticed a similar bright figure fighting beside her, her anger grew wild again. “Huh!” she exclaimed as she observed Georgine’s Zoulex form through the telescope. “What is this!? Did you know about this?” Catra yelled at Otu who was equally amazed and shocked by Georgine’s form. Once she noticed how dumbfounded he was, she groaned and pushed him away in anger.

It hadn't taken long till She-Ra and Georgine wiped the soldiers out. Easily enough, Georgine held all of their hands, transporting them back to Bright Moon.

“She can teleport!” Bow squeaked before they were sent back there.

The other’s anguish was resolved when they saw Georgine arrived to the front garden. All of them ran towards them, some of them helping them get up from the rough trip they had been on.

“Woah! It’s another She-Ra!” Swift Wind shouted in amazement.

“No, Swift Wind. She’s an angel, so I guess she-” Adora begun to clarify until Georgine interrupted her.

“A Zoulex. A Guardian Angel, if you will.”

“Zoulex?” Swift Wind stated. “Nah, that doesn't sound too heroic. Your name shall be... Zoulax!” His wings spread majestically with his statement.

“If it fits.” Georgine shrugged.

Utopix’s body shifted around as he woke up to the bright light hitting his eyes caused by the two mystical beings looking down at him. “G-Georgie? ...A-Adora? What.. W-What happened? You're... g-glowing.”

“I know, sweetheart. It’s part of my Zoulex form.”

“And I’m She-Ra. I... meant to tell you earlier.”

“You...” Utopix’s cheeks blushed, being surrounded by them, feeling beyond protected under their care. “Y-You look... p-pretty~”

The two chuckled at his sweet statement. Georgine even more as she planted a kiss on his lips, tenderly yet passionately. Her wings covered them from the other peeping toms, making Utopix giggle at her action.

Night had fallen across the land, and Catra threw Otu across the wall, letting himself have it as a form of punishment for his missed target... yet another similar story. Her claws were ready to strike him, but his soft whimper obliged her body to stop. There was something similar on his manners that stroke a nerve on her. And she hated it. She hated how she could see herself in him. After letting out a groaned sigh, she putted her hand down and stared at him. “Is there anything else that I need to know about them?” Catra’s tone was soft yet condescending.

His eyes faced her yet decided to stay against the wall. “Utopix... He has a very powerful core in his system unlike any other.”

“...go on.”

“If you use it properly... it could obliterate an entire galaxy and still hold itself strong.”

“And... where is this core exactly?” Catra smirked, knowing perfectly where it was.

“...it’s his heart.”

“That’s just beyond perfect. Thank you, 36. You might have just made my day.”

After Catra had left the semi-artificex, and after hearing the automatic door shut, Otu simply cried. He cried. He cried like he had never done it before, because he actually hadn't before. No matter where he went, no matter what he did. His sole purpose was to destroy someone... that he had laid his eyes on. But why? Why did he feel pity over someone that had never spoke to him? Struggling against those questions just made him furious with himself. Those emotions, that consuming fire, just could escape from his body as only one way. Tears. Burning down his dark cheeks like the fire within him.

Scorpia followed Catra close by once she came out of said room. “So, uh, what's your next move? I sure hope it’s not any because...” The big scorpion girl awkwardly chuckled. “...I don't think you could afford another disaster, am I right?”

Catra punched the wall near Scorpia, stopping her trail. “I am not going to let them win that easily knowing that there’s a new weapon near us. If we get to destroy the rebellion here and now by eliminating ALL of Etheria, then so be it!”

“But that's crazy! What if it doesn't actually work? What if he's lying?”

“I’ll take my chances.” Catra growled as her eyes illuminated under the darkness of the hall.

Scorpia lowered her head as the angry cat left. She wanted to believe that Catra was still her friend, despite her moment of crisis with Entrapta. But her thoughts were betraying her, and yet she wouldn't stop believing on her nonetheless. She entered the room where Otu was in, lying on the floor like a scared cat. When he felt her getting near him, he backed away. His feet dragging across the dark floor. “Hey! It’s okay! It’s just me...” Scorpia smiled at him. Otu’s body relaxed upon her presence, feeling less... stressed by the second. “I think Catra wants us to do something for her.” Scorpia frowned.

Meanwhile, the Bright Moon castle was as quiet as it could be. Peaceful and serene as the brave warrior, the archery master, and the sparkly princess were asleep soundly just like the rest of the crew. Except for the two lovebirds, who were contemplating the shiny moon outside their window. Even though Georgine couldn't see Utopix’s worried look facing the sky, she still felt his trembling concern.

“What’s wrong, my love?”

“It’s... Otu. I’m worried that-” Utopix let out a narrow exhale. “N-Nevermind.”

“Tell me, baby. You know you can tell me anything.”

“...What if Takara is also here and we don't know?”

“Aw, sweetpea...” Georgine kissed his cheek. “We’re gonna be okay. I promise.”

“Y-You think so?”

“Of course.”

It hadn't taken them long to fall asleep. But it was more than enough for a certain someone to break in their room unnoticed in the dark of the room. Her flashy heterochromia eyes laid on the asleep robot, fully embraced by his relatively bigger lover. Her eyes narrowed at the obstruction, so she looked at Scorpia who sighed after silently being given her order of paralyzing Georgine’s body before she could scream for help.

“Nghhh!” Georgine fell to the floor, gasping in shock as she saw Catra carrying Utopix in the same fashion she used to.

Utopix, still asleep, cuddled against the cat’s chest, unaware of who it really was.

“He’s a gem, isn't he?” Catra smirked at the robot’s sweet actions as she held him tight on her grasp. “Don't worry, Georgine. I’ll make sure to take very good care of him.”

“N-No! Stop! A-Adora!” Georgine cried out how she could, alerting everyone in the castle, but only one of them reacted fast enough and straight into the action.

Adora rushed into the room as She-Ra, wielding the sword heroically, pointing it at whatever was threatening her guests. “Catra! What are you doing!?”

Georgine tried her best to get up, but her body was betraying her.

“Thanks, Adora. For everything.” Catra jumped to the window’s frame, giving Adora an attempt to try and catch her, failing miserably. The cat had jumped to a transport vehicle that Scorpia passed by with just in time, escaping with the semi-unconscious target on her arms.

“Catra! Catra, NO!” Adora tried to stop the ship, but it was too fast for her to catch it.

Georgine eventually regained the strength on her limbs, running behind Adora, equally contemplating how the ship got away. “No...”

“We have to save him!” Adora started running after it, but Georgine, surprisingly, stopped her.

“No! That’s what they’d want us to do! We need a plan instead of just ruthlessly attack.”

“But Catra could-!”

“Adora, please. I don't wanna risk him over another mishap.” “I-I...” she saw how the ship disappeared on the dark of the night. “Fine.”

“...why did you even run after it? You just met us. Are we that... important to you?”

“Because...” Adora’s eyes trembled, nearly breaking apart. “You wouldn't understand.” She returned to her regular form, dressed in her gray tank top and small shorts. “Let’s just wait till tomorrow, then.”

The Zoulex entity watched her get away, and once she was out of her sights... she had flown away. Ready to rescue him.

#she ra and the princesses of power #spaceling #a glitch in space #she ra au #she ra season 3 #she ra fanfic #original fic #writing #writers in tumblr #hispydamy618 #catlliecal

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julish-17 · 6 years

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Text me, baby Supercor-Au

part 1

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part 4Lena drove carefully, only occasionally glancing at Kara, who sat quietly next to her and chewy candies.

"Damn, she's cute" flashed through in her head. "And hot. Don't deny it, Luthor." said an inner voice. God, she behaves like a lesbian. Lena wasn't straight, no. But she also was in no hurry to identify herself as a lesbian. She was with both men and women. And she must admit, it was great. She used to think that pansexual - a term that works for her. Returning her attention to the road, brunette swallowed hard.

Radio started playing her favorite song, so Kara started to dance.Kara once again came out and opened the door of Lena.

"Please, my lady", Kara smiling, handing Lena's hand.

"Miss Danvers, you are so careful", Lena jokes, shaking hands.

Pulling packets from the back seat, she puts the car on the alarm.

"Well, Miss-I-will-super-polite-all-night, please. ", Lena misses Kara forward. Going into the elevator, she presses the button of the last floor.

"Thank you, I'm very pleased ", Kara smiled sweetly to Lena, adjusting her glasses.

"Let me help you carry such heavy packages " continued a girl.

"Oh, I don't think it's necessary, " said Lena "And don't forget that test still waiting for you, Danvers."

Kara rolled her eyes.

"You're ruining everything, Luthor" Kara crossed her arms over her chest.

"I just want to remind you not to relax, " Lena laughed.

"And you spoil the whole idyll, "Kara grimaced.

" You're so cute when grimacing. "Lena smiled, letting Kara go first.

" Oh thank you. How nice that the knights are not extinct!"

Lena laughs again. What's this girl doing with it? Luthor gets the keys and opens the door. The apartment seems to be huge, but empty. Actually, the way it is, and Lena has no idea why she owns such a huge loft. Kara had been here before.

"Come on, " says brunette. " Odin, " Lena smiled when she notices a little snout out of the corner. "Come here, baby, I'll introduce you." From around the corner, a small dog runs, which obviously pleased to see the mistress.

"Oh my God! Oh, Rao! He's so cute! " Kara was glad, seeing doggie.

Odin went to the girl, sniffed her and then began to attack with grace. He licked her hands, spun around her, trying to get on Kara's hands. Kara just a mischievous laugh, stroking doggie and scratched him behind the ear.

"I think he likes you," said Lena, looking for a couple. "Odin, place" commanded Lena. The dog immediately fulfilled hostess team, although it was evident that he did not really want " Don't make your puppy-dog eyes, boy." says Lena to Odin. " You'll have time to play." turned to Kara, Luthor went on, " Come in, feel as at home. " The brunette took the package and carried into the kitchen.

"He's so wonderful!" admired Kara " Why he wasn't here in the last time? " Kara went after Lena in the kitchen, holding Odin in her hands. "Can you give me your hoodie? I'm tired of wearing the shirt of the day."

"My friend took him to her for a couple of days," Lena answered. "Of course, you can take any sweatshirt in the closet. The bedroom is on the second floor. Choose something while I order us to eat."

Entering the spacious bedroom of Lena, Kara quickly went to the closet and began to look for what she would change into. Finding Lena's large university hoodie, Kara immediately realized that this is what she needs. The blonde quickly changed her clothes and returned to the kitchen, where Lena was waiting for her. "Wow, you're fa-..." The girl's breath caught, as she noticed the blonde in her huge university sweatshirt, "... -st." Lena sighed. "It looks so good on you."

"Thank you," Kara said, embarrassed, blushing. "What we plan to do? Test?"

"Yeah," Lena replies, "but first some wine," the girl draws a glass to the blonde. "But don't you dare tell anyone that I gave you to drink, or I'll be jailed for soldering minors," Luthor jokes.

"But ... There is not such an article," Kara narrowed her eyes." And besides, think about how it's cool to drink with Lena Luthor. I'll earn millions on this news!" laughed the girl. Kara raised her glass and took a small sip."Oh," the girl was surprised, " it's very tasty."

"Firstly, you dare not tell anyone, because it's our secret with you," Luthor bit off his lip. " And secondly, this is my favorite wine." The brunette is obviously pleased with herself. After taking another sip, Lena tries to say something, but the thought runs away from her, so she continues to silently look at the blonde.

Kara drank the wine and looked at Lena intently. The girl was incredibly beautiful, attractive, intelligent... She was hot, as well as smart. Fair, but funny .. Kara simply couldn't take her eyes off Lena. "Kara?" calls the girl Lena, staring at her. "Is everything okay? You've been looking at the same point for a couple of minutes."

Kara flinched, almost dropping her glass from fright. " A? Yeah, everything is fine," Kara corrected her glasses and took another sip of wine, looking anywhere, but not at Lena, ashamed that she caught her in this occupation.

"Are you sure?" Lena looked at Kara with a squint."Maybe some more wine?" Or cannot wait to start our little test?

"We can combine," Kara shrugged.

"I don't think that's a good idea," answered Luthor. "If you're ready to answer, then I have the first question for you." Lena thought for a moment. " Well, let's start with an easy one. What is civil law and what is it based on?

"Um ... Is this permission to walk with your dog? I think?" Kara shrugged once again." Yes, I think so."

"God, Kara, no," laughed Luthor. "Since you answered incorrectly," said the brunette, having calmed down a little, "you must fulfill the punishment. Remember?"

" Umm... Yes. I think I'll have to do it. "Kara put her empty glass on the table, and walked closer to Lena and put a hand on her cheek, slowly approaching her lips with hers.

Although Lena herself offered this punishment, now she was embarrassed. Kara's hand seemed so soft ... Closing her eyes, Lena is approaching for a kiss... Someone is ringing at the door. Lena curses everyone and everything and goes to open the door, smiling awkwardly and muttering something unintelligible. Kara nervously exhaled, looking after the departing brunette. The girl shook her head trying to throw away her thoughts. She wanted it so much ... She was so close ... " Who came? "

"I think it's a courier brought food," Lena says from the corridor. She doesn't doubt that, after hearing the coveted word, Kara will immediately rush.

"Of course! Food!" Kara shouted and immediately rushed to the corridor, almost sweeping everything on her way. She almost collided with Odin but managed to step over him. Kara literally flew into the corridor, clutching at the walls to stop.

"Hey, carefully, miss a little hurricane!" Lena laughs, watching as the blonde flies into the corridor.

"I'm fine!Shall we eat now?? " Kara came closer to Lena and took her hand, starting to shake her, like a small impatient child.

"Of course," the brunette smiled warmly. Taking the bags, Lena went to the kitchen.

Kara hurriedly went into the kitchen next to Lena. She sat down at the table and waited impatiently for the girl to get food from the packages. Entering the kitchen, Lena began to take out numerous boxes. God, can they really eat all this?

"Perhaps it will be more comfortable on the couch?" suggested Lena.

"As you wish," Kara stood up and walked over to Lena.

"Help to take it to the table? " Without waiting for an answer, Kara took a few boxes, carried them to the room and then put them on the coffee table.

"I ... " Lena wanted to say something, but Kara was so keen on food that Lena decided not to bother her now. "Have a nice appetite, Kara." And, God, don't forget to chew. You can choke."

"Thanks, Lena! You, too, have a nice appetite!" said Kara, when she swallowed the food. But she immediately continued to eat dumplings. The girl gave one potsticker to Odin when he approached her and looked with a piteous glance, eyes bulging.

"Odin, you petty thief," laughed Lena, watching the dog eat the potsticker. "Kara, please don't give him anything, otherwise he will get used to it and stop eating from the bowl."

"Okay," Kara smiled sadly. "But he's my friend." She looked at Lena with pity.Kara looked again. Lena is just incredibly beautiful. A chiseled chin, piercing green eyes, puffy lips ... Kara looked at her lips.

"Oh, Kara, of course, he's your friend," Lena answered gently. "But Odin is a well-bred young man," brunette joked.

Kara looks at her again. God, it's impossible not to notice. Not that she was against it.

"You know," Luthor suddenly begins, approaching the girl a little. Her voice changed. She began to speak more quietly. "There is something that you owe me."

"Right." Kara blushed and looked away from Lena, but soon looked back at her, noticing that the girl was now sitting closer. Closer, but still far away. Kara moved closer to Lena, putting a hand on her cheek and starting to stroke her thumb while looking directly into her eyes. Kara hesitantly looked at Lena's lips, and then leaned forward, involving the girl in a tender kiss.

It was ... Gently. Smooth, soft movements were exactly what they needed. Luthor's hand slid to the waist of the blonde, cautiously pressing her to him. Kara also burrowed her hands in her dark hair, sometimes sinking to her neck to draw a finger down the gate. "What are we doing, Kara?" Lena asked quietly, buried in the neck of the blonde. She didn't want to let go Kara, so she only pressed harder against her.

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roxannarambles · 6 years

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Dumb ‘ship ramblings/cut fanfic scene under the link

In one of my original conceptions of my fic I imagined Heath & Legault becoming close friends much sooner in the story and Heath slowly developing a massive dorky crush on Legault

and eventually he ends up having very . . . very detailed, interesting dreams about him :3 which fluster and upset him to no end.

and one of the nights he wakes up from an especially vivid dream and decides to go have a cold shower ahahaha

so he goes to the mens shower tent (I mean, they had those in awakening, not mentioned in blazing blade I guess but ah well) and gets into one of the lil stalls like . . . you know, like they have in MASH? (they’re just wood boards up to waist-level or so to provide a minimal level of privacy) and turns the water on and is like “urggh . . . .”

[in the stall next to him, someone pops up]

legault: hi!

Heath: AAAHH!

XD But anyway, along that original outline, I had already written a full chapter that I eventually ended up reworking & using for later on instead

Thought I’d post the original here for the freaking heck of it though. ‘Cause . . . I still sometimes think about that alternate route I guess. Maybe in a future fic I’ll do something else with those strands of ideas.

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"It was lovely chatting with you. I hope people continue to shower you in riches."

"Hah! This is the most business I've had all month! Come back any time you like."

Legault smiled,

"Not sure when I'll be out this way again, but I'll keep it in mind."

The bells hanging off the door jangled merrily as Legault exited the small shop. The air smelled crisp and fresh, the sun just starting to slip below the horizon. A young man was walking down the small village street lighting the street lamps, and a few other late shoppers were milling about, but it was largely empty and quiet. The quaint little mountain village was one of the last in the chain Eliwood's army had been passing through, and it was a welcome bit of peace before the next part of their journey.

Legault stepped out onto the street, trying his best to juggle all the goods he had in tow. The crew had needed to restock on a number of supplies and he gladly volunteered for the duty. The simple truth was, in between the sudden spats of battling, travel with Eliwood's group could be terribly dull at times. Buying supplies was at least something to do. The other source of Legault's entertainment as of late, pestering Heath during his nightwatch, was unfortunately not available this evening. Eliwood's company was camped just outside of the village, being far too numorous to occupy the tiny village inns, and the Lords had not seen any reason to put up a watch for tonight. The village was tucked away in a very sheltered location in the mountains, and rarely saw troublemakers of any sort.

Legault hummed to himself as he strolled down the village street, wondering if everyone else had already returned to camp. He knew a few others had gone out to either fool about or ask the locals about the best path out of the mountains. Considering how long it had taken him to gather up supplies, he imagined everyone had left by now. As he passed by the pub, he peered through the window, but nothing of particular interest seemed to be going on inside; just a few denizens nursing their ales. He carried on walking, past a row of mossy-roofed storefronts.

Legault was in the midst of ruminating on the shoe repair shop he was passing, considering how worn his boots had become, when some low voices caught his ear. He slowed and looked about, trying to pinpoint the source. There was something decidedly . . . threatening about the voices, and it made his skin prickle. Cautiously, he traced the sounds to the lip of a wide alleyway sandwiched between a row of stores and a little church of St. Elime. As he carefully peeked around the corner, what he saw made his blood run cold.

There were wyvern riders-- three of them-- all in shining-bright armor, flowing capes, carrying ornate silver lances. They sat upon pitch-black wyverns, larger and more vicious-looking than he was used to seeing. The trio had their lances drawn and trained upon a man who was backed up against the alley wall. It was Heath.

Legault ducked back to the edge of the wall and shoved aside the bundle of goods he'd been carrying, and then peered down the alley again. Heath was not injured, and was standing with a defiant look upon his face, but his weapon was noticably absent. After a moment Legault spotted it against the wall, to the left of one of the fat wyverns, well beyond reach. The three wyvern knights easily blocked Heath's exit completely. Legault's heart sank as it became perfectly clear this was the moment they'd often spent discussing-- Heath's tormentors catching up to him when he least expected. And now they had him literally backed into a corner.

The thief spun and looked about frantically, searching for someone, anyone else about-- what the fuck was he supposed to do? It was as silent and solitary as the grave out here, with no hope of assistance. These were goddamn wyvern lords. Three of them. He stood there, with nothing more than his pitiful little dagger. He couldn't take on three wyvern lords like this. The element of surprise meant nothing when you would be swatted away like a fly.

"Try to understand," one of the wyvern riders was saying in a low, dangerous tone,

"It's not that we wouldn't enjoy gutting you right here. But we have our orders to take you alive if possible. The General really had his heart set on a public execution."

"I wouldn't give him the satisfaction," Heath spat.

"So you'd rather die in some alley, alone, like the coward you are?"

Legault felt the dump of adrenaline in his system start to make his hands shake and his entire body quiver. He scanned the alley wildly, searching for a solution-- there had to be something. The sides were all bricked off solidly, no gaps or niches, no slipping through. The wall Heath was backed against was too high for him to climb. Legault's eye settled upon the top of the wall. Too high to climb, but if Legault circled around from the other side of the alley and stepped up from the shop ledges, he could drop down? But what use was that? At most, he'd last a few seconds before being shredded. If only he'd bought a mine or something today--

Legault turned and yanked at the bundle of vulneries and other random items from the shop. The wyvern lords continued to threaten Heath as Legault's hand fell upon a couple of torches Eliwood had asked him to buy. He had no flint, but his eye whipped up to the lit street lamps. There was no time to wonder if it would work.

The next part was a bit of a blur for Legault. He honestly was not even aware of moving around the corner to reach the alley from the opposite side and getting up the wall, but it must have happened, because the next thing he knew, he was perched above everyone, seeing the wyvern lords from above, watching their eyes lift up curiously, almost as if in slow-motion. He remembered the way he held the torch aloft in one hand as he leapt, sliding down the wall with his other hand, the rough brick digging and tearing at his fingers. He did not recall feeling his feet touching the ground, but he did recall the sound of his boots slamming down, the noise echoing in the tiny space. He knew he took the torch in both hands, and he leapt forth, charging with a scream, spinning and whipping the flames wildly to and fro, rushing headlong into the trio of wyverns.

The scene was twisted chaos, the massive hulking beasts screaming and rearing up, wings, tails, and lances flailing wildly. Legault spun the torch right at the dragon's faces, driving it right into their eyes and snouts, dazzling their vision and making them shriek and leap, bucking their riders about. Over the screaming he could hear Heath shout something, although he had no idea what. As Legault saw an opening appear among the panicing wyverns, he shouted back to Heath as loud as he could:

"I'VE GOT THIS! RUN!"

Heath dashed forward, but he yanked his wayward lance off the ground and sprang back up, yelling,

"LIKE HELL!"

Lances clashed together and armor scraped against the alley wall, as Legault cursed under his breath and doggedly kept after the wyverns, not wanting them to regain their composure and footing. It was starting to become a problem, though-- and he was standing in the midst of three extremely angry, frightened monsters that were eventually going to tear his head off, no matter how artful his dodging. Barely avoiding the low sweep of a massive tail, Legault cried out as a brilliant shooting pain ran through him, a silver lance embedding deep into his shoulder. The wyvern lord wrenched the lance out savagely and thrust again, the blade destined for Legault's heart, but Heath's sideswipe battered it aside with frightful velocity. A horrid metal scrape cut the air as another of the lords drove their lance into Heath's back, and Legault watched as the jaws of death seemed to close around them, the wyvern riders closing in from all sides. He blinked hazily at the torch he'd dropped on the floor.

With his good arm he snatched the torch back up and threw it spinning into the face of the man gouging into Heath's side. The lord twisted about wildly, battering into his brother, and Legault felt his arm being yanked. White-hot pain filled all his perception, dragged along by his injured limb, and then he collided with the alley wall. He felt an arm wrap around him and haul him along, and it took far too long for him to realize Heath was dragging them out of there.

Somehow, they made it to the mouth of the alley. Legault's head was swimming, but his survival instinct cut through and he rasped,

"Not this way, go over there!"

"But camp is that way!"

"Trust me! We're not making it back to camp like this!"

Heath complied and they spun about, hobbling frantically along the street. The trip was agonizing, a walk that took a minute feeling like centuries now. Against all odds, they lumbered past the row of shops and came upon a familiar sight.

"In there!"

Heath didn't question Legault's choice and instead pushed the both of them through the door, bells crashing and clanging as they barged in. The shop owner looked up at them, jaw hanging agape.

"Came back a bit sooner than I expected," Legault said with a pained smile. The shopkeeper spluttered,

"What happened?!"

"I'll be sure to regale you with the details later. Could you hide us for now?"

The woman glanced around, a moment of hesitation in her eye, but then she nodded and gestured,

"Over here, just-- get behind the counter, there's nowhere else!"

The two came forward gratefully and dropped down, diving behind the small counter space behind her. It was only a minute or so before the door jangled open again.

Heavy boots stepped in and the door slammed shut.

"Good evening," the shopkeeper said, large smile glued to her face, but she'd gone a bit pale. The boots stepped forward, and a cold voice replied,

"Good evening. I was hoping you could answer a few questions for me."

"Sure," she said, her tone full of forced cheer.

The cold voice drew closer as the man came right up to them.

"My friends and I are pursuing some very dangerous men. They've just passed by through here. We know they cannot have gone far."

"O-oh. That's-- that's not good."

"Have you seen anyone tonight?"

"Well, uh. I. . . I had a few customers earlier today?"

"It is a tall man with spiked green hair and armor that bears a symbol like my own. He is with a caped man with lavander hair."

The shop keeper swallowed, but answered,

"Don't think I've seen anyone like that, sorry."

Legault could feel the tension in the air, although he could see nothing from his position on the floor but the nervous shopkeeper. After a beat, the voice asked,

"Are you certain?"

The shopkeeper nodded.

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

The voice came coolly,

"I see. I want to be clear: they are both very dangerous. One is to stand trial for high treason and slaughtering innocents. The other is his accomplice. They will kill without hesitation."

Legault heard a creak as the man leaned against the counter.

"I wouldn't want you to come to harm if you failed to mention anything."

The shop owner stared, like a jackrabbit caught in a trap, apparently locked in the wyvern lord's gaze. Legault bit his lip, silently watching and praying.

The shopkeeper forced the smile back onto her face.

"Thank you for checking on me," she said,

"That's very kind of you. I hope you'll have the time to check on my neighbors as well. Do you think you'll be able to keep our village safe?"

The cold voice answered flatly,

"As long as we have cooperation, yes."

"That's a relief. I'm sure everyone will be happy to help. You see, everyone here, we look out for each other."

"Is that so?"

She nodded, then narrowed her eyes.

"Yeah. We can't stand to see anyone down on their luck. If we were to come across anyone like that . . . we'd do what we could to help them."

The little shop was very quiet for a few moments, and then;

"Be sure to inform us if you notice anything unusual later."

"Of course. I hope you find those horrible men."

The door slammed shut with enough force that the bells went crashing off entirely. The shopkeeper looked intently for a few moments out the window, then gave the all-clear. Heath unfolded from the tiny space and Legault grimaced as he helped him climb to his feet.

"My dear, that was-- ahh! ooh. easy-- that was masterfully done. Thank you--"

"--look, I don't know your story, but you two better beat feet. They're headed off towards the cottages, but that won't occupy them long."

Legault nodded at her and they shuffled over to the door, Heath telling her before stepping out,

"You have our deepest gratitude."

"Just get out of here! You're bleeding on the floor."

The journey back to camp was exhausting, but it seemed they were able to succesfully give their pursuers the slip. Village roads gave way to a dusty trail that cut across a fallow field and over a small creek, then wound through some trees before reaching the edge of camp. Heath had to half-drag Legault along, but they made a decent pace. It was only when they began entering camp that Legault realized his vision was starting to go black at the edges.

"Um, I have a problem."

Heath tugged Legault along, saying,

"We're there, come on, we've made it back!"

Legault felt his legs buckle and then everything was spinning. He was vaguely aware of Heath grabbing at him and shouting:

"Legault! Don't you dare! Get up!"

"Sorry," Legault mumbled, as his vision was swallowed up in blackness.

When he later woke, it was only through a disorienting fog upon his mind. Everything was too bright when he first opened his eyes, and he mumbled, squinting them shut again. He tried to move, shifting a little, but a little spark of pain stopped him from going far.

"Hey," a sudden voice said, drawing nearer,

"Hey, you awake?"

He winced as somebody prodded at him.

"Can you hear me? You should be doing way better now."

Cautiously, Legault opened his eyes, recognizing the pig-tailed girl staring down at him as Serra, one of the clerics.

"Oh, joy," he said, voice thick with sarcasm.

"I know, isn't it? That's what many people say when they see me. How you feeling?"

Legault regarded the cot he was laid across a moment and the dreary canvas ceiling of the medical tent.

"My head feels like it's full of cotton. How long-- aah!"

He stopped in his attempt at sitting up, slipping back into the pillow.

"Oh, don't do that. You're not ready yet, you need one more healing session. You lost a lot of blood. Like, a lot."

"I did?"

"Don't you remember?"

Legault mumbled,

"I may recall something about running around and doing something really stupid."

"Yeah, that's what the knight who brought you in here said. Wow, he was super rude, too. He kept yelling at me. Oh, that reminds me."

She vanished from sight, towards the other side of the tent, hollering,

"Hey! Wyvern guy! Your friend's awake!"

After a few moments, a lanky figure appeared over Legault, crossing his arms and smiling a little.

"You moron."

"Good to see you too."

"You should be dead right now."

"Yes, but so should you."

Heath gestured widely,

"What happened to being stealthy?"

Legault chuckled, which hurt a little.

"Even I can't sneak up on three mounted wyvern lords. What would I do, throw rocks at them?"

"So you charged directly at them with a torch instead?"

Legault smiled sheepishly.

"Well, maybe you're rubbing off on me."

Heath shook his head,

"No, even I'm not that brash."

"Hey, it wasn't that crazy. I remembered you telling me wyverns feared fire."

"But that doesn't-- gods, Legault, you're made of sterner steel than I'd thought."

Legault laughed,

"Ow. I think you were right the first time, I am kind of a moron."

Heath gazed at him a moment. Quieter, he asked,

"Why did you do it?"

The thief gave a loopy smile and replied,

"Must be this thing called 'love', you know?"

"Legault--"

"All right, all right, sorry. Look, it's no big deal, right? That's what friends do for friends fleeing from relentless headhunters."

The knight studied him with intense pale eyes. His voice came almost gently as he said,

"I would have--"

"--are you two done? I need to get back to work here!"

Heath turned and scowled at Serra. Legault glared daggers at her.

"Don't give me those looks! You both need second healing sessions and I have another person to take care of, too. That's on top of the supplies I have to pack tonight! I'm a very busy girl!"

Legault heaved a sigh. He glanced to Heath.

"I guess visiting hours are over. I'll see you when I'm a little more vertically-inclined, hm?"

Heath nodded at him.

"Hopefully the additional exposure to the cleric will not be too damaging to your health."

It took Serra several moments, but then she becried,

"HEY! What's that supposed to mean?!"

Legault supressed his smirk as Serra shooed the knight away.

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#mystuff #tbh I have over 50 pages of bits of cut or modified content #and notes and outlines and alternative scenes #fire emblem #legault/heath #fe7 #fanfic

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hellspathfinder · 7 years

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Mid-day Cowboy

28 Lamashan (October), 4716, Kantaria

With the capture of Oppian and the destruction of the Kantaria Rebellion achieved, Zara Orcelani rides immediately to the capital to begin work on Freya’s Hell Knight Plate.

Archbaron Fex has thanks the team, and promises the capital that his agents will deliver the War Criminal Oppian Nevilindor to Egorian in 5 days. Given that the journey will take just over one day via their embattled carriage, the team elects to leave immediately, hoping to be on time for something for once.

Securing the prisoner in the middle seat, they set off on the South Road to the capital city of Cheliax. Freya rides her war horse, Sleipnir in front of the carriage team. Bob and El Guapo drive and Jason, J’Mal, Draymus, and Corrine ride inside. Reese flies overhead in a slow glide, keeping watch on the road ahead.

Most of the trip to the capital is quiet. A smooth ride down a well kept road, surrounded by the beauty of the Cheliax Autumn all around them. Despite this peaceful setting, the team does not relax. And so Reese spots a roadblock ahead in a long stretch between towns.

Draymus and Jason instantly pile out of the carriage and take stock of the situation. Eight Glorious Reclamation soldiers are on foot blocking the road. They are flanked by four mounted Sword Knights and backed by two Iomedaean Clerics. Draymus and Jason stride forward.

Fireballs begin raining down on the rebel roadblock. Some of the soldiers are killed instantly, some roll and scream in the fire for a few moments. The Sword Knights charge, and Freya charges to meet them.

Reese circles overhead firing arrow after arrow into the clerics, eventually dropping both of them. The Knights are forced to ride through Jason’s wall of fire before they are out-lanced by Hell Knight Freya Kusanagi.

After healing Draymus, who may or may not have positioned himself too close to the jousters, they continue South.

Taking a short rest that night, they set out early and reach the capital mid-morning.

What began as a fishing village grew into a sprawling city on the Southeast Bank of Lake Sorrow. When the queen moved the capital here, she reorganized the city, bringing order to the chaos of streets and standardizing architecture. After months in the wilds, they have reached civilization at last.

At the West bridge near Fort Adivian, the carriage is met by soldiers who salute and recognize Captain Freya Kusanagi, Hell Knight and Agent of Thrune. The carriage is flanked by eight Egorian Knights on war horses who escort them across the bridge and down the main street to the central square.

They deliver the leader of the Kantaria Rebellion to the Dottari Guard, and set out to find the house that Archbaron Fex has arranged for them to board at. On the way, Jason stops at the Midnight Temple, perhaps the greatest temple to Asmodeus on the material plane, and resupplies the party on healing items.

Some confusion occurs when they struggle to find the house they’re staying at. Corrine helps them navigate the city, as she was stationed here before she was assigned to their team last month. After even a short excursion into the countryside, she is grateful to be home.

Their carriage, which seemed classy and fancy in Kantaria, looks a bit worn and cheap here in Thorntown, the wealthiest district of Egorian. The walled-neighborhood has its own guards who salute Freya and allow her through, but look skeptical at her entourage that follows.

They arrive at their destination, the Falco residence. Corrine is able to recall a rumor about this family, they were formerly called by another name but their only heir married Lady Falco and later died. So as the only inheritor of the family fortune, she renamed their manor and took it as her home.

Apparently an old friend of Darellus Fex, their Archbaron and Lord, Lady Tria Falco greets them in her beautiful dining room and already knows their names and some of their tales. She is charming and welcoming. She grants them four beautiful guest bedrooms, but Freya insists they must all sleep in one and keep watch at night.

J’Mal and El Guapo sneak out that night. They first search for booze and brothel, but eventually they remember an old grudge. The last time the party visited this fine city, they were attacked in their hotel by murderous thieves. They fought off the assassins but were never able to catch the corrupt city guard who marked them and sold them out.

J’Mal meets an old friend, Svetlana, who helped them dispose of the bodies that fateful night. She helps them follow the trail of the crooked guard but it goes cold when his neighbor was murdered and he disappeared. J’Mal suspects the killer may be one of his fellow Red Mantis Assassins. He reaches out to his mentor, Jaquen.

Jaquen informs him that he took the man he is hunting and is keeping him alive. He has a job for J’Mal that must be done in two days. Payment will be 5,000gp and the corrupt guard he seeks.

The target is a lesser noble who thinks himself a brilliant bard, but is quite awful. Jaquen suspects the man will be at the public excrutiation that will no doubt be scheduled when Oppian is inevitably found guilty. He mentions that the man will have rather stout bodyguards present, but the contract specifies that a public death will earn a bonus 5,000gp.

J’Mal takes the contract and returns home to Falco Manor with El Guapo just before dawn. In the morning, Freya and Jason are summoned to speak at the trial of Oppian Nevilindor on the charge of High Treason. There they meet Zara Orcelani and give their testimony over the course of the next six hours.

After the defendant is declared officially guilty, trial is adjourned.

Zara takes Freya to Thumbtown, the craftsman’s district in Egorian. She says to Freya “It’s finished. You’ve earned it.” as the carriage stops at a large and well built Blacksmith. “I requested assignment to the front.” she continues. “There’s war in Westcrown so that’s where I’m going. Good luck.”

With that she lets Freya out of the carriage, and tells the driver to head for the Promenade. Freya watches her go, and turns to meet a small but muscular older man who greets her with a huge smile. “You are Freya.. You must be! Come inside!”

He takes her to one of his forges, which has been cleaned and cleared of all projects but one. In the center of the room on a stand, is a suit of adamantine Hell Knight plate that is such a dark shade of crimson that it appears black save where the sunlight touches it. Freya painstakingly puts on her new armor. Each piece fits her more perfectly than any armor she has ever known.

The old man gestures to a cot in the corner, with a blanket and pillow neatly folded and stacked on it.

“She worked more than 20 hours a day for five days. She demanded food and water sometimes, and very rarely asked for any help from our smiths. She would not name it, but I call it Zara Geitta. It is the old language of my people meaning 'Zara watches over you.’”

Tomorrow is the public excruciation of Oppian so the party decides to make an early night of it, all except one. Draymus Mortiar skulks out into the night and quite deliberately seeks one of the poorer districts, looking for vagrants.

He finds two, as he is very nearly stabbed from behind while walking through the darker streets of Egorian. He detects them in time, and turns on his attackers. He casts Phantasmal Killer at the nearest homeless man who is brandishing a crude knife. The man drops to his knees, screaming in horror at an unseen peril and quite literally dies of fright. The second assailant flees.

Draymus raises the dead man with his other new and exciting spell: Flesh Puppet. The man is now a zombie, but can speak and appears just as he did when alive. Draymus also purchases an antique wheelchair and disguises himself as an elderly man, commanding his zombie to push him wherever he wishes to go....

The next day, the team assembles in a public square with nearly a thousand other spectators. They have come to watch their enemy of the last several months finally meet justice. The Dottari guards and Asmodean Clergy read off a litany of charges against Oppian, who stands silent.

As the proceedings continue and Oppian is strapped to a table, Freya notices El Guapo and J’Mal skulking away. At first she keeps up with them as the crowd quickly moves out of the path of her shining Hell-Knight plate.

She follows them but loses them in the crowd near a very well guarded young noble. She does not know the young man personally but she recognizes his family crest and recalls hearing that his family may be rebel sympathizers...

She is about to strike up a conversation, when the young noble erupts in a fountain of blood from an unseen assailant. After two sudden lurches, the top of his head is separated from his body and blood sprays all over his four bodyguards. J’Mal’s vanish spell fades and he stands behind the falling corpse, covered in blood with both his sawtooth sabers in his hands.

Before J’Mal can use his armor to fade into the ethereal realm, the four body guards turn on him and draw longswords. Electricity courses and crackles down their blades as they attack the hobgoblin rogue. Only three manage to strike at the him, as El Guapo intervenes on the fourth and stabs him straight through both lungs and then through the skull.

J’Mal is devastated by the sword strikes carrying three shocking grasp spells into his body. He falls unconscious and is near death.

Freya flies into action, quickly cutting down two of the bodyguards as Draymus asks his wheelchair pushing zombie “Joe Kek” to wheel him closer to the action and he casts a Hold-Person spell on the last bodyguard. El Guapo easily executes the man with a coup de grace.

Jason and Corrine arrive on the scene last, and Jason stabilizes and heals Jamal who instantly jaunts into the ethereal realm to escape the scene.

Freya calms the Dottari as they respond to the violence, naming the victims as rebel sympathizers and allowing the guards to infer that they may have been planning to disrupt the excrutiation. Unfortunately, since the victim was of Noble birth, there will be an official inquiry. As they are represented by a Cleric of Asmodeus and a Hell Knight, they are not arrested.

Freya resolves to have a talk with her party over this incident.

The ceremony is eventually resumed and Oppian’s soul is given to Asmodeus.

#hellsvengeance #pathfinder #pfrpg #d&d #cheliax #thrune #adventurepath

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caleb-p-lo · 7 years

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Character Development

So I decided to do a thing. (This was meant to be done a while ago. But school, work, and doctors appointments have been making my life a relay race.)

BASICS AND APPEARANCE:

Age? 23 Date of Birth? May 8th 1994 Hair color? Blonde Eye color? Blue Skin color/ethnicity/nationality? White; Hispanic & Dutch; American (3rd generation on both sides) Accent (if any)? He grew up in Ohio, so he has a pretty neutral American accent for the most part. But living in New York, he’s picked up a few little things here and there. Height? 6′1″ Weight? 175 lbs last he checked Tattoos? None (Yet) Piercings? None Birthmarks? A heart shaped birthmark on his right hip. Disfigurements? None Scars? He has a line about 3 inches long on the outside of his left leg, on the shin. Do they have any nicknames? Where did they come from?

Cal - shortened version of his name.

C - super shortened version of his name.

Brother Bear - his sisters call him this when he gets overprotective

Babe, Baby, Handsome, etc. (There are literally so many it’s ridiculous) - pet names given to him by Izzy.

Mijo, Baby Boy, Ducky - nicknames given to him by his moms Brittany and Santana.

P-Lo Shortened version of his last name.

How do they usually dress? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear jewelry? - How he dresses will change depending on where he is and what he’s doing.

Just hanging around? He’s probably in jeans and a tshirt.

Going out somewhere nice? He’s a master at the semi-formal look.

Sleeping? Sweatpants and a t-shirt when it’s cold; Shorts and a tank or shirtless when it’s hot.

He doesn’t own a whole lot of jewelry. He has a couple of watches that he rotates in and out. And a few necklaces and bracelets.

Is there anything about their appearance they wish they could change? - Cal’s body has gone through a lot of changes over the years. Going from constantly playing sports and training even on the off-season, to not playing any sports at all, changes a person’s body. And at first those changes were a little strange. But after 5 years, Cal’s settled in and he feels good in his own skin. So he wouldn’t change anything about himself right now. He’s healthy and happy, and he still likes how he looks with his shirt off, so he’s good.

How would they look as the opposite sex? - As the opposite sex Caleb would probably look something like Blake Lively or Eliza Taylor.

What do they smell like? Why (do they wear the scent or does it occur naturally)? - Caleb doesn’t wear cologne usually, so most of the time he smells like the laundry detergent from his clothes and his shampoo & conditioner. He only wears cologne on certain occasions and it will be something like Davidoff’s Cool Water or The Art of Shaving’s Vetiver Citron.

Do they have an accurate mental picture of their appearance (how they see themselves versus how the world sees them)? - Cal knows he’s good looking. But he’ll never understand the attention it brings him.

LOCATION: Where does your character live? Why did they choose it, and how did they acquire it? How do they handle intruders (graciously? violently?)? Describe the space. - Cal lives in a 2 bedroom spacious loft in Manhattan, NY. It used to be a loft shared by Kurt and Santana in their younger days when they were both kicking off their performing careers. The property still belongs to their parents but when Calebella decided to move to NY, Kurt insisted they live in the loft so he knew his daughter and granddaughter would be well taken care of. The only stipulation was, so they didn’t feel completely dependent on their parents, they would pay rent and all of their own bills. Thankfully they’ve yet to have any intruders pay them a visit. But if they were to, Caleb would definitely have a more violent reaction. His home is meant to be a safe space for his family and anyone who violates that will answer to him.

PREFERENCES: Favorite color? - Blue

Favorite music artists? Movies or TV shows? Books or authors? Actors? -

Music Artists: Too many to pick one.

Tv Shows: Law & Order SVU, Orphan Black, and currently, Sense 8.

Movies: Hercules and Aladdin (The Disney versions), the Dark Knight, and Kill Bill Vol. 1 & 2.

Books: Peter Pan

Authors: Rick Riordan and Robert Ludlum.

Actors: Angelina Jolie, Rosario Dawson, Tatiana Maslany, Will Smith, and Harrison Ford.

Favorite animal? – Tigers & Dogs

What is their favorite time of day? Favorite weather? Season? -

Time of day: Evening. He enjoys having nights that are just down-time. Nights spent lounging around the house with his family are the best.

Weather: Sunny but with a small breeze so it’s not too hot.

Season: Autumn

Favorite food? Favorite drink? Hot drinks, soft drinks, or alcohol? -

Food: Mofongo Relleno de Churrasco (Fried Plantain stuffed with shredded beef)

Drink: Lemonade (Cold); Hot Chocolate (Hot); Whiskey Sour or Daiquiri (Alcoholic)

Political stance? Are they active in politics or do they not care? – For so many obvious reasons, Caleb is very very liberal. And given the recent political climate, he’s more active in social-justice and political movements than he’s ever been.

What are some of their pet peeves? – Coughing/Sneezing without covering your mouth; Blowing your nose at the dinner table; People having loud phone conversations in enclosed public spaces; People who try to judge him and his family.

What sort of gifts do they like? – He prefers sentimental gifts. They don’t have to be big or cost a lot, but things that someone put a lot of thought into mean the most.

Where do they like to spend their time? – Caleb spends most of his time back and forth between work (whether that be the show or the dance classes he teaches) and home. But on his down time you can find him training at the Dojo, or browsing the aisles in Barnes and Noble.

Do they have any pets? Do they want any? – No he doesn’t have any pets right now. But he’s definitely a dog person so he’d like one someday.

What relaxes them? – Music, Family (usually), Reading.

Do they have any bad habits? – Not really a bad habit but probably annoying, he taps on things when his mind is unoccupied. His main bad habit is holding in things when they bother him instead of talking about them.

HOBBIES: What are some of your character’s hobbies? What do they do with their time? - Not one to be idle, he’s always up to something. He teaches some hip-hop and Latin ballroom classes at a dance school not too far from their home maybe once or twice a month. His Martial Arts instructors from Lima helped him find Dojos where he could continue training. He can also be found fiddling with one of his instruments. And on a slow or rainy day, he’s probably reading in a corner somewhere.

ABILITIES: Where did they learn their abilities? –

Dance: Cal’s been mimicking his Momma’s dance moves since he could stand on his own two feet. But soon as she thought he could handle it, she enrolled him for classes at her dance school.

Singing: Santana was always singing around the house, so it was only a matter of time before their home became a live in sing-a-long. And as he grew, Caleb never grew out of it. Stage fright and Insecurity about his voice were grown out of with coaching and lots of practice.

Instruments: Self-Taught via YouTube University (with the exception of Guitar, which he actually learned from his Abuelo.)

MMA: He’s been taking Martial Arts since age eight starting with Muay Thai.

Sports: Aside from MMA, Caleb played Baseball in middle school and Football in high school. Football was his favorite between the two and under the tutelage of Coach Puckerman (Or Uncle Puck, as he knew him off the field), he got to be pretty good.

OTHER CAPABILITIES: How are they with technology? - Caleb is pretty handy with technology. He knows his way around most of the electronic devices he uses. He’s probably the one in a million who actually reads the instruction manual that comes with things.

Are they specially qualified in any particular field? Would they be considered at the top of the field? - Especially qualified? Probably not. He’s good at a lot of things but he wouldn’t say he’s at the top of those fields.

Have they ever been publicly acknowledged for anything? (Ex. Nobel Prize) - Not outside of high school.

Is there anything they’ve deliberately sought to improve at? - Caleb is always trying to hone his skills. And right now he’s focused on improving his acting abilities. He sometimes feels like he cheated his way into his profession somehow, having not been classically trained, but he’s working on it.

Do they speak more than one language? - Yes, Caleb is fluent in 3 languages. English, Spanish (he learned these both at the same time growing up), and French. He’s also got a decent conversational grasp of Italian but he wouldn’t call himself fluent.

RESOURCES: Why do they have their resources? How long have they had them, and how have they served the character over time? (Ex. Contacts, money, political power, fame, etc.) – Caleb was born into a fairly wealthy family, and his last name became something of a power in itself in the right environment. While that could be a good thing, it also made him very careful not to lean too hard on those things. Things like contacts and money were almost always in Caleb’s back pocket, but he more often than not chose not to use them. He preferred to get by on what he brought to the table rather than what was already given to him.

If they have an income, where does it come from? – Currently his income comes from performing as Gabe in the soon-to-Broadway production of Next to Normal.

Do they have a job? Do they like it? How do they feel about their co-workers? - Yes. (See above.) He loves it. It’s everything he wanted to be doing. It’s an original show and everything about it is amazing. His co-stars are fantastic people. He’s the baby of the cast and he’s found great mentors in his co-stars. They all have far more experience on stage than he does, but they don’t look down on him for it. They are very encouraging and recognize his work ethic and ability over his last name and associations (Kurt is included in associations of course) which he appreciates.

STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES: What are some of your character’s more notable merits and flaws (including physical, mental, emotional, spiritual, etc.)? How did they develop? How has this helped or hindered them in the past?

Merits - Caleb puts the needs of his loved ones before his own needs in most situations. He’s the type of guy that will make sure you’re taken care of before worrying about himself. And when you’re struggling, he’s doing everything and anything he can to try and help. He wants to be the person you know you can call in a hard time. This comes from watching how his moms and grandparents are with their family. They’re always making sure everybody they care about is okay and Cal always found it comforting. He wanted to be that for his loved ones too. This can be seen as a flaw by some people. He’s been called a martyr before. But it doesn’t matter to him because he knows that no matter what, the people he loves most in this world know that he’s always there for them. No matter what. Caleb also tries very hard to not come across as judgemental, and he thinks he succeeds pretty well. He wants people to feel free to be themselves around him, whoever that may be, and be completely comfortable. This again came from his family, but it also came from his personal experiences. He’s been bullied before for other people’s lack of understanding. Cal is one of the most loving people you could ever meet. He has a big heart and he's always trying to make people around him feel appreciated and irreplaceable.

Flaws - He has quite a temper and when you’re on the receiving end, it’s not a fun experience. His anger doesn’t play favorites and unfortunately he’s a master at hitting where it hurts. So if he’s not careful, what would otherwise be a simple argument could turn into a fight to end a relationship. The running joke is he gets said temper from Santana, who everyone knows has a whip for a tongue. But he’d rather keep his contained. In the past, Cal has almost lost friends and loved ones because of his temper. A lot of people have a hard time dealing with the levels he can take things to and he completely understands why. He’s also not the best at dealing with things that upset him or make him insecure. It’s easier for him to pretend something doesn’t exist than to deal with the negative emotions surrounding it. This makes him pretty hard to decipher when he’s hurting, and even harder to help. Combine the two, and it makes for a sticky situation when you’re on his bad side. He can go from real emotional to feeling nothing at all, on command. And when you’re not ready for it, that quick 180 can be a little devastating.

RELATIONSHIPS AND HISTORY: What is their family history like? How does it affect them? How do they feel about their family? How does their family feel about them?

Caleb has always known since he was small that his family was different than how most people would define one. He didn’t have a mommy and daddy like many of his friends, but he was never ashamed of that. He was always proud to have two moms and he never let anyone take that from him. He knew that growing up with two moms was going to have its struggles. People would look down on him and them, they’d laugh, they’d tease him, but it just rolled right off of his shoulders. He would always just say they were just jealous, because there was more love in their household in a day, than most of those people would experience in a lifetime. Cal was extremely proud to be his mothers’ son. They were amazing women, and they did so much for not only their loved ones, but their communities.

But Cal’s family life did impact him in a way he wasn’t expecting. Caleb is bi-racial; one half Hispanic, the other half White. And inside the P-Lo home it obviously wasn’t an issue. Inside their home, Cal and his sisters were always surrounded by their culture. They even grew up speaking Spanish as their second language. But the kids quickly found out that once they were outside of their home, it was a lot harder to feel connected to that culture. Caleb took this lesson really hard as the years passed. Even now, Caleb finds it difficult to relate and in certain situations it does take a toll on him. But for now, as always, he pushes these things down and tries to focus on positives instead.

Caleb’s family loves him so very much. They are so proud of who he is and what he’s been able to accomplish. Although they are all scattered across the country sometimes, they are all as close as ever. His mothers still love to call and harass him as often as they have the chance (especially with all the wedding planning things they want to “help” with). And he is always in contact with at least one of his sisters throughout the course of his days.

CHILDHOOD: What were they like as a child? What was their favorite toy? Favorite game? - Caleb was kind of hyperactive as kid. He was always running around and climbing or jumping off of things. It made his moms pretty nervous when he was small. He also had a bit of a knack for finding trouble. In his early elementary school days, both his parents and school counselors were concerned because Caleb kept getting into fights with classmates. They were concerned that as he grew the fights would turn more physical than they already had, and they believed he needed extra attention to turn that behavior into something more productive. Hence, contact sports became Caleb’s new extracurricular activities. As a kid his favorite toy was probably his little plastic lightsaber that he would swear was real. He would clip it to his waistband and be off on his adventures. Actually there was a time period of about a year or so where he wouldn’t go anywhere without it. His reasoning? A Jedi can never be caught without his lightsaber. He wanted to be a Jedi so bad. He’s actually still waiting for his force abilities to kick in. Caleb used to love to play pretend when he was a kid. He would spend hours in an imaginary world having some crazy adventures. He would draw inspiration from movies and tv shows some days. And other days his mind would spin a brand new adventure of its own. His favorite adventures were the ones he could convince his sisters and his friends to join him on. Because as much fun as he had playing pretend by himself, it always made it a little extra special when there was another leading character in the story of the day.

Playmates? - Caleb spent a lot of time around the Hummel-Anderson girls when he was very small and they’ve been close since practically birth. When the P-Los moved back to Lima, he found quick best friends in Janey Puckerman and Lucky Morales. And after some convincing from his sister, Jason Puckerman eventually came around and found a friend in Cal too.

MEMORIES: Describe their best and worst memories from childhood: Best - Caleb spent a lot of time with his grandparents when the family moved back to Lima and he loved it. But there’s one memory in particular that always brings him joy. It was a time when Santana had a meeting to attend to in Los Angeles and Brittany was going to take the trip with her. It was only for the weekend but naturally they needed someone to watch the kids. They ended up staying the weekend at Abuelo and Abuela’s house and it was great. At one point in the weekend, the kids had the idea to build a fort in the living room. They were sure their grandparents wouldn’t allow it, but to their surprise, they even helped. Abuelo had started stacking chairs and side tables to make a high ceiling, and Abuela had grabbed all the pillows and blankets they could find. When it was all done, they had stayed in there the whole night having a movie marathon and the kids all woke up still in the fort, the next morning. The fort stayed up the whole weekend. That’s actually where Brittany and Santana found the kids (and Abuelo) when they came to pick them up Monday morning. From that moment on, every time the kids came to visit, they would beg to build more forts. And they only got crazier each time.

Worst - One of Cal’s worst memories was a confrontation that had happened when he was 11 The P-Los were out to dinner and some guy had came up to their family screaming at the top of his lungs. He had seen Brittany and Santana kissing and decided he needed to tell them (and the rest of the neighborhood apparently) how disgusting he found them and their “disgrace to wholesome traditional families”. He threw around a lot of words that Caleb didn’t really understand like “Abomination” and “Damnation” and some other words that he eventually learned to despise. Santana had absolutely lost it on the guy and if it weren’t for Brittany reminding her that their kids were present, she might’ve gone to jail that night for what she later said she’d been planning to do to the man. But the worst part was when the guy had gone so far as to start telling the kids that they weren’t really a family; he’d told them that they probably weren’t even related. There was a lot more that had been said that night but at some point Caleb had to tune it out because his sisters and Brittany were already crying, he didn’t want to cry too. For a couple of weeks afterwards, Cal was very distant from both family and friends and it took a while for him to open up to his moms about what that night made him feel.

WHERE IS HOME?: Where (and when) did they grow up? How did they view it as a child, and did that change as they matured? How do they feel about the place now? - Cal grew up in Lima, Ohio. As a kid he always thought it was an okay place to be. He liked it because all of his friends and his moms’ friends were here with them too but sometimes it was just a little too small (and small minded) for him. As he grew older, he realized more and more that Lima was only the product of the people who lived there. And not all of them were bad. It was still a kind of conservative place to live, but not nearly as bad as the Lima his parents had grown up in. The people were still quick to gossip and judge, but their kids were learning more about tolerance and cooperation (mostly anyway). Now, when Caleb thinks about Lima, he thinks about how it will always be a home to him. It was the place that watched him grow up; where he found a new kind of family in his best friends; where he fell in love; where he learned the lessons that would mold him into the man he is today. And maybe when he thought of it that way, it wasn’t so bad after all.

MENTORS & EDUCATION: Do they, or have they in the past, had a mentor? - Caleb had mentors in his parents, his grandparents, and even his “aunts and uncles”. But outside of them, Caleb had one mentor in particular that really helped him shape up. His Martial Arts Instructor, Cesar.

What was their relationship with this person, and how has it changed since then? - Caleb was brought to Cesar when he started having trouble in school with fighting and keeping his temper controlled. His grandfather and Cesar served in the military together back in their day and had been long time friends. So when Caleb was brought in, no time was wasted in getting his training started. But all the years he spent training, taught Caleb more than just how and where to throw a punch. As corny as it sounds, one of the most important lessons Caleb learned was how to walk away from a fight. He was taught self-control, patience, and that not every conflict needed to end with someone on the floor. It was this lesson in particular that was most important to keeping little Cal out of trouble. And if he’d never learned it, he might have been a completely different person today.

Cesar was always a strict but determined instructor. He made sure that all of his students were pushed to their fullest potential and Caleb was no exception. Now even though they no longer train together, they keep in touch through both social media and their shared connections. And when they end up back in the same town for a few days or so, Cesar is always ready to remind Caleb of his teachings.

What sort of education have they had? Do they want more? - Caleb graduated high school with honors. But he never necessarily wanted to go to college. He tried going to school with online courses for a little while but ultimately realized it wasn’t going anywhere. He was just wasting money on classes to fill requirements for a degree he wasn’t even sure he wanted. Not to mention the time schoolwork was taking out of his already packed schedule.

FRIENDS AND ENEMIES: Who is their closest friend, and why? What do they like to do with this person? - Caleb keeps a tight circle. He doesn't have a lot of close friends but the ones he does have are basically family. His closest friends are Janey and Lucky. Back when they all lived on the same side of the country, it was a lot easier to hang out together.

When Caleb and Lucky spent time together, it was always about distractions. There were parties to go to (there were a lot of them), sports to play, and pranks to pull. With Lucky, there was never enough time for Cal to sit down and be upset by whatever was getting him down that time. And even when there was nothing wrong, it was still a ton of fun. But now that they’ve both grown up a bit, they’ve calmed down. They’re still a couple of fools, but they’re a little more stationary nowadays.

Janey and Caleb have a completely different relationship. Janey had always been the person Cal would go to for heartfelt (also, usually good) advice, and emotional support. This meant quite a few heart-to-hearts during their excursions. Add in their similar thought processes and this meant a whole lot of geeking out too, sometimes a bit of existentialism thrown in for good measure. Oh, and food! Lots and lots of food. When those two got together, no diner or burger place within a 50 mile radius was safe

Do they have any rivals? Who and why? - Ohhh yes. There is definitely a rival in Caleb’s life. Although in recent years, it’s calmed down for the most part. Marc Vallieri and Caleb never got along. From the day they met, they were almost always on opposite sides of every line. And as they grew, it only got worse. Add in some pretty strong feelings for one Ms. Isabella Humderson, on both of their parts, and it was a recipe for disaster. Caleb tried to be civil while Izzy and Marc were together, but he also tried to not be around so it was a tricky situation. Then when they broke up, all bets were off. It got a little confusing during the on- and-off period but for the most part, Cal just tried to keep his distance. This was working out just fine until it started looking like Cal was finally going to get his chance with the girl he’d been crushing on since middle school. Marc didn’t like that. There were a lot of digs, a lot of jokes, and a whole lot of almost fights between the two boys. It even turned into an all out brawl at one point. (McKinley wasn’t ready for that one, but ask me about that later.) But eventually it turned into more of a stalemate when Caleb came to grips with Marc always being in Izzy and Noah’s lives; and when Marc realized that Caleb was a fixed feature in the family he could’ve had. Now they’re civil, for real this time, and both trying to make it work for the woman and little girl they share love for.

Have they ever been betrayed? By who, and how did it affect them? - The only time Caleb was ever really “betrayed” by someone was when his girlfriend junior year cheated on him. They’d only been dating a few months and it wasn’t a particularly serious relationship. Looking back on it, Caleb only regrets the time he wasted trying to fill a space with someone who wasn’t worth it. But her betrayal didn’t sting too bad in the long run. At first it messed with his head a little bit in terms of feelings of inadequacy. But his friends and family were quick to snap him out of that mindset. After that, though, all it did was make him more careful about who he spent energy on and who he brought into his life.

SEX AND ROMANCE: What is their sexual orientation? Do they ever question it? - Caleb grew up understanding that sexuality can be a fluid thing. It wasn’t something he ever questioned or actively explored, but his mind was always open to the possibility of having feelings for anyone regardless of sex or gender. But at 23 years old, he’s yet to feel any kind of serious attraction or romantic feelings for a man. And since he's about to marry the actual love of his life, it's probably a safe bet that he never will. So if you ask him, Caleb will tell you he's straight.

When did they lose their virginity? Who to? Where? What was it like? - Caleb lost his virginity during spring break of his sophomore year, to his girlfriend at the time. They were at her house and her mom had gone out for the day with her little brother. It was a little awkward as one could expect, being it was the first time for both of them. But all in all it wasn't a bad experience.

What is their favorite sexual fantasy? - Listen, cheerleaders are everyone’s thing. But when your fiancée actually used to be one, it just makes things a little more fun. And yes he knows it’s very cliché.

Do they have any particular fetishes or kinks? - Caleb doesn’t mind a little power struggle every now and again. He also gets a kick out of walking around with any marks Izzy’s given him, exposed. (Bites, Hickeys, Scratches)

What’s the strangest thing they’ve ever done in bed? - Well not strange in general but strange to Caleb. He had a headache one day and Lucky thought it’d be hilarious to slip him a little blue pill instead of the painkiller he’d been asking for. But joke was on Lucky cause as it turns out, medicine isn’t the only way to get rid of a pounding headache.

Is there anything in particular that they won’t do? - Anything involving degradation. He ain’t about it.

What are they attracted to in a partner? - Confidence. And he’s gotta admit, he likes a little fight.

RELATIONSHIPS PAST AND PRESENT: If applicable: Who is their current partner, and what attracted the character to them? - Isabella Hummel-Anderson is his fiancée . And he was initially attracted to her personality. He really just enjoyed the way being around her felt.

How did they meet? - They’ve known each other almost literally since birth. Their parents were close friends for years so naturally, since they were so close (geographically and personally) it was pretty much guaranteed that they’d be spending quite a bit of time together as kids.

How long have they been together? - Since October of 2011 so...5 years going on 6.

What kind of a relationship is it? - The two of them couldn’t find better matches in this world if they were given a millennium to search. If soulmates exist, they are definitely each other’s.

Do they have any plans for the future? - Broad future? Get hitched, raise a family, live happily ever after. Near future? Get through the wedding without killing somebody.

What would be their perfect date? - They’re disgustingly adorable so pretty much anything that involves them spending quality alone time together. But their perfect date night involves nothing but Disney movies, snacks, and cuddles. Also singing at the top of their lungs for all of their neighbors to hear.

Describe one of the character’s past relationships and what was significant about it. - Caleb’s only ever been in one other relationship that actually meant a lot to him. He started dating Alisa Souza their sophomore year. She was an army brat who’d moved to Lima the year before, from Jacksonville, North Carolina. Her and Caleb shared some classes and they became really fast friends. It took them a while to start dating, but when they did, popular consensus was that they were the perfect couple. Their relationship was definitely important to Caleb because it was the first relationship he’d been in where he felt like it was okay to be himself. Every other time he’d tried to date, he always felt like he was meant to play a part. It was also the first time he genuinely thought he could move past his feelings for Isabella. This relationship became Caleb’s basis of comparison for the rest of his relationships up until he started dating Izzy. He learned to take note of different things that could make or (more likely) break a relationship for him; How comfortable he was with the person; How deep (or not) the connection really went; How valued he felt by the other person. The relationship ended because Alisa’s family moved away again, the summer after their Sophomore year. It hurt them both pretty bad, but they managed to stay friends until they eventually just drifted and lost contact.

Have they ever hurt someone they loved? - Unfortunately Caleb has. He wishes he could say he never meant to, but he’d be lying. Again, that temper of his does not play nice.

Do they fall in love easily? - Depends on who you ask. He’d say no, absolutely not. But others would say we’ll never know for sure because he’s been in love with one special someone for as long as anybody can or chooses to remember.

FUTURE: What are their dreams? What do they want to do someday? - Caleb always dreamed of being an entertainer. And he loves being able to do so in his current career. But he wants to expand his skill set and see what the film and tv industry has to offer. He’s actually already started trying, going on auditions here and there for small tv roles. But he loves the theatre so he has no intention of leaving it at this moment in time.

Are there places they want to go? Where and why? - Hawaii, Australia, Greece. Why? Cause he’s been told they’re beautiful places to be.

If these don’t apply already: Do they want to get married? - Again, engaged. Yes.

Have kids? - Already has a daughter, Noah.

Would they ever consider adopting a child? Why or why not? - Absolutely. Every child deserves love and to feel like they’re wanted. If he and Izzy can bring a child into their life and give them that, that’d be a beautiful thing for everyone involved.

HEROES AND OLD AGE: Who do they want to meet? - If Cal ever got the chance to meet Mark Hamill or Harrison Ford, he’d probably lose his shit. But it would be the best thing ever.

What about them is heroic? - Caleb’s willing to do whatever he has to do for his friends and family. He would bend over backwards to help them or protect them.

What would the character be like in their old age? - When Caleb’s an old man he’ll be that Grandpa that acts more like a kid than a grown up. His kids will be responsible for making sure he doesn’t run off to get into trouble. And if he manages to sneak away, he’ll be sure to sneak any little ones off with him. He’ll probably also be flirting with his wife like they’re teenagers all over again. It will make the kids cringe, the grandkids laugh, and the rest of the population “aww”. When he’s getting into his senior years, Cal’s going to definitely be older, hopefully wiser, and possibly in a motorized wheelchair. But he’s going to be the same goofball, wannabe Peter Pan he is now.

PLOTS: Describe one (or more) plots you would like to do.

Okay so fun fact, waaaaay back when this whole thing originally came together, I had been toying around with this one plot in my head. It goes back to the original storyline, but we carried some of this plot over so it still exists. Caleb used to be in a touring production of Spring Awakening. While he was going around the country (this is the part where things differ from the way we changed it), Izzy was still in Lima and then going to college in Florida. So one of my genius ideas at the time was this whole elaborate breakup plot that basically just involved the two of them being heartbroken and it shaking up every single relationship with every single person they’d been connected to. And it was great, in my head. There were also a few songs thrown in there for good measure. But ultimately, we never did it because Nicky wouldn’t let me release the angst. It’s okay though, i’m over it now, but it would’ve been a fun kind of shit show back in the day. Anyway, as far as plots i’d like to do currently...I have a list:

I’d really like to see the conversation that happens between Caleb and Marc that is essentially them burying the hatchet.

When Cal first meets Janey and Lucky

And a whole bunch of other ones that I have written down but won’t make sense until we release the list of changes.

VALUES: What is one thing in their past they’re ashamed of? - Trying to push the people that matter to him most away from him. Especially because of the ways he went about it.

One thing they’re proud of? - Caleb’s proud of himself for never giving into peer pressure to be someone he wasn’t. It was tempting sometimes to just go with what everybody else was doing so he wouldn’t have to deal with arguing with people. But every time that temptation came close, he would look around and see exactly the kind of people he didn’t want to become. And although it was a struggle, he made it out of McKinley as one of the few people who knew who they really were on the inside.

What is one thing they feel strongly about? - Equal rights for all.

One trait they admire? - Cal admires when people are willing to look beyond image, and when they’re willing to push past their own impressions, to see the real person underneath it all. He thinks the ability to judge people only on the content of their character is incredible.

What disturbs them? - One thing he will never understand is how people can be full of so much hatred for others. Especially when they don’t even know the person beyond a first impression.

Do the ends justify the means in their eyes? - Not always.

Would they be more likely to act for the good of one or the good of many? - Depends on who the one and many are.

Are they manipulative? - He absolutely can be when he feels it’s necessary.

Are they a leader or a follower? Why? - Caleb is definitely a leader. He might only be leading himself, but he’s okay with that. He refuses to be anything other than the most authentic version of himself, and if that means he walks alone, so be it.

What do they feel responsible for? (Ex. I owe it to the world to do this.) - Caleb feels responsible for taking care of his family and friends.

Do they believe that a person can redeem themselves from mistakes of the past? - Yes. He believes that people can change for the better and while they can’t change the past, they can learn from it and become better people for it.

What scares them? - Cal’s worst fear is not leaving behind a positive legacy when he’s gone from the world. It doesn’t have to be a big thing, or even for a lot of people. But he wants to be a positive influence in something or somebody outside of his own life. If not, he’s scared that it will mean in the grand scheme of things, his life served no purpose.

DEATH: How do they feel about death? Have they been significantly affected by it? - Caleb’s not afraid of dying. He’s not ready to die yet, but he doesn’t fear it. For him, the part of death that scares him is the idea of having to watch his loved ones die. That would break him in unimaginable ways. Luckily, Cal hasn’t lost anyone he’s particularly close to (he’s hoping it stays that way.) But he has come close a few of times. He’s even come close to losing his own life on a couple of occasions. And all it’s done is made him more grateful for the time he has, and the people he has around him.

How would they like to die? - Cal would like to die in his sleep. Sounds corny, but he’d rather go out in literal peace.

RELIGION AND BELIEFS: Is the character religious? What are their views, and why or why not? - Cal’s not religious at all. He’s agnostic but also polytheist. Basically he isn’t sure if any God exists or not, so why not believe in them all? He thinks the stories written in the bible and other religious texts are just that, stories. But there’s nothing wrong with telling a good story. His only issue with religion is that people then use these stories to cause pain to others and he’s not about that.

Do they value faith over reason or vice versa? - Reason and Faith each have their time to be valued, as far as Caleb is concerned. But he’s more inclined to value reason over faith. He can accept logical reasoning a lot easier.

Do they believe in an afterlife? - Yes. He’s just not sure which one he believes in. Right now, he likes the idea of Elysium.

Do they have any habits that reflect their beliefs? (Ex. regular prayer, vegetarianism, etc.) - None that can be recalled.

Do they respect the beliefs of others? - Of course. Everyone is free to believe whatever they believe. Just don’t use your beliefs to do any kind of harm to others and Cal has no issues.

RANDOM: First crush? - Alexa Vega in Spy Kids 2. He thought she was really pretty and funny and her attitude would be perfect for her to fit into his family.

Do they have any prominent sensory associations? (Ex. the smell of their mother’s perfume, the sound of ice cracking under their feet as a child, etc.) -

Sound: The sound of footsteps on the hardwood floor of an empty dance studio; The beeping of hospital monitors; Rain pattering against his window

Smell: Fresh cut grass; Fresh baked brownies; Burning charcoal

Sight: The stars from an open field; Flickering diner signs; The black and white old school movie countdown

Taste: Fresh popped popcorn; S’mores; Vanilla soft serve ice cream

Touch: Crushing fallen leaves in his hand; Soft pillows; The cold when you first dive into a body of water.

Stuck in a waiting room. Which magazine do they pick up? - National Geographic or Time.

#[character development]#[ooc: my apologies for any noticeable mistakes. if I edit this any more i'm gonna go nuts.]

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“You have terrorized our land for the last time!”

Fire of all colors swirled around a lone knight, the only man brave enough to face the Beast of the South. He dodged attack after attack, looking for even the smallest weak point to penetrate the armored hull of the dragon’s skin. Finally, a flash of metal found its mark in the neck of the beast, but the move left the knight defenseless for a mere second, a moment too much. The dragon knocked the hero backwards, flinging him further into the darker side of the cavern. With its last breath, blood rushing from its wound, ivory teeth lunged at the stunned knight and pierced him straight through. The life of the beast finally drained, and in its maw grasped the dying hero, struggling to break free. Blood ran from his lips as he cried to the heavens for help, but none came.

The princess woke with a jolt, tears filling her eyes as the sight of her dreams failed to leave her mind. She huddled further in her sheets, weeping softly like every other night the same dream appeared.

“You took him from me,” she murmured through sobs. Her affections for the young knight not only paved a happy future for the both of them and the Kingdom of Hyrule, but it also thwarted any other suitors from stealing her hand in marriage, many of which she detested even though the Royal Council and her father saw them as fit to be king.

Eventually, a blackened sleep pulled her back under and she didn’t wake until dawn. The morning sky held a mysterious air, one filled with a strange, static sort of energy that threatened to rain lightening upon the ground, but no such thunderclouds were in sight. The princess pulled on a robe and headed straight for her parents’ room.

“Father! Mother! Something feels wrong to me,” she urged.

The king groggily sat up in bed, running a hand through his graying hair. “Zelda, darling, you have been acting strangely ever since that young man went out to rid our land of that hazard, and he was successful! Why are you not celebrating about it like the rest of us? We are lucky this castle still stands after its pillaging.”

She frowned, fighting back tears, “Papa you know why! He has not returned. My dreams… I saw—“

“I know, I know, I am sorry. But think of it this way, no one can prove of his death. His sword was recovered next to the corpse of a dragon with no human remains to be found. He will return home, soon, I am sure of it. An injured beast can lick its wounds and return twice as strong.”

“I has been months! I had these visions before he left and begged him not to be the one to take on the trial…”

“Zelda,” her mother interjected, sitting up as well. “I know you are saddened by his departure, and if you believe that these dreams are prophetic and truth, then maybe you should consider moving on. Dead or not, if he decides to never return, then he may have found a calling elsewhere. There are many great men in our midst fit to rule… fit for you.”

Shocked at her words, Zelda left immediately, too angry to continue the conversation. Her mother called after Zelda in an apologetic tone, but did not run after her. The constant, nagging feeling hung over her head as she tried to piece together what was new. Maybe today is the day he will return to me, she thought. No, this feels…

But there was no sort of word that could describe what she felt looming in the shadows. It was not malice, but it certainly wasn’t happiness. Something indeed, was to take place soon, but there was no telling what.

Zelda went on about her morning with little emotion and vigor, her thoughts filled with realization that her parents would soon start planning for her to meet eligible men amongst the noble families. All of the ones her age disappointed her with their dull personalities and interests mostly lying in the riches that surrounded them. Would she ever be so lucky as to meet another knight that her parents actually approved of?

The afternoon approached and the thickness of the air became so unbearable that Zelda decided to confront her parents once more.

“Mother, Father,” she said, entering their study, “something still feels…”

“Sir!”

Zelda turned her attention to a panicked guard in the doorway.

“Sir we have to prepare… t-there is another… or that means he failed to kill it.”

The king stood up from his desk. “Prepare for what? Clarify your meaning.”

The guard swallowed. “The dragon. It was never killed. Or there is more than one. I have no idea but it’s on its way here and we have to do something immediately!”

Blood drained from Zelda’s face as her father charged past her, barking orders at everyone he passed. Grabbing Zelda’s hand, her mother pulled her out of the room. “Go! You have to leave this castle, this town! If the beast knocks down these walls, I will not have you caught in the rubble. Find two guards, a horse, and go. Your father and I will send for you when it’s safe.”

“Mother, I cannot leave you both behind!” the princess huffed, tears filling her eyes.

The queen hugged her. “You must, my flower. I promise we will find you. I need to stay at your father’s side.”

“I love you, mum.”

“And I, you. Now go!”

Zelda dashed through the halls, dodging past scrambling Hylians as she grabbed two guards to accompany her. The trio raced to the stalls and were out of Castletown before the rest of the town caught wind of what was to come. A wave of guilt washed over the young woman as she realized she head a head start to flee while her people remained subject to the winged death. They had already lost so much…

The air almost hummed with the feeling she had felt before, a constant buzz of unease in her already adrenaline-pumped body. “We should stick to the trees!” One of the guards shouted over the rush of wind and thud of horse hooves. “We will be more protected.” As they veered into the direction of a nearby wood, something fluttered over the sun, just briefly, but enough to draw Zelda’s eye to the skies, though she saw nothing. Her anxiety let up just a little as their path became lined with trees.

How could he have failed? I saw him succeed in my vision, and we have seen no sign of danger for a long time, she thought.

Unfortunately, her doubts were answered with a thunderous crack as a few large pines from behind caught ablaze due to some sort of fire blast.

“Onward! We must get the princess to safety!”

The trio pushed forward, but were soon scattered as a dark shadow cast more fires upon the forest. Zelda’s mind went from plotting and cautious to mere instinct in a matter of moments as she rode for her life, her snowy palace horse whinnying with fright and desperation. Whatever logic was left in her ran a terrifying realization through her mind. The fires were placed in seemingly strategic ways, enough to keep her moving apart from her guards without harm.

It only wants me…

Finally, her plight came to an end as one more blast to the front sent her horse to rear in a panicked halt. She crashed to the ground, heart falling as a blur of white left her behind. A great shape closed the gap between her and the only exit. Zelda waited, shielding her eyes from the face of the beast in utter fear and defeat.

With not a moment to waste, she was swept off the ground by enormous hands, thrashing and screaming at the land below that grew smaller. The flight seemed to last a lifetime before she was plopped on the ground, shaking with fear and exhaustion; her throat felt as if it were bleeding. The air was thin and warm, the ground rough and hard. Zelda came to the conclusion that Death Mountain was nearby, and no one would be coming to rescue her anytime soon.

Zelda rolled onto her side, a tear dripping into the dust. “Well go on then. Do it.”

Her eyes locked with the beast and she was lost in a sea of otherworldliness. Confused by its appearance, she did not expect it to have bright, sapphire eyes, contrasted to the crimson ones in her dreams. The emerald armor glinted in the setting sun, and she was transfixed by something composed of pride and grace, not malice and bloodlust. Flashes of her visions came back to her.

“Din, Nayru, Farore, someone hear m-my plea! Bring me home to my lady in whatever way possible. My… my country still needs me…”

The voice of her dying hero rang through the canyon as Zelda shakily got to her feet.

“She still needs me…”

Arms open, she lunged forward and clung to the bowed head of the dragon, weeping softly. “I knew you would return to me, Link.”

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A/N: Literally the last one I have finished. Expect me to finish the rest of the prompts at a later date as well as release some other finished one-shots soon. I was too preoccupied with playing Overwatch with my sister over Christmas break that I just didn’t take the time to do all of them and school is so insane sometimes that I need to focus on that the most. Hope you enjoyed!

#zelink week 2017 #zelink week #zelinkweek #zelink #the legend of zelda #loz #au #one-shot

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