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iheartamberfreeman · 5 months

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Rescue

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!ApolloCabin!Reader

summary; an Ares cabin member breaks the rules and ties reader up and Clarisse saves them

warnings; swearing, violence, blood, fluff

an; I hope this was what you expected. We 🫶 protective Clarisse. Gender neutral pronouns are used btw! I stole the “angel” nickname from symp4nat cause i like it and i think it’s so cute and she probably would call reader that. Also if you’d like to listen to the song while reading there’s a link below :)

Rescue by Lauren Daigle

Ever since the day you arrived to camp, Clarisse bullied you and you two never got along. Today is yet another game of capture the flag and you’re on the blue team and Clarisse is on the red team which is obviously the opposing team. You watched as Clarisse was talking to the rest of her team to strategize and tell them the plan and just hoped you’d get out of this alive, as you always did. “Let the games begin!” Chiron yelled and you immediately followed Annabeth and Percy into the woods.

After a while of walking, you’re the first to speak up. “You guys think we'll run into Clarisse?" You ask as you continue following behind Annabeth. "I hope not," Percy says immediately, looking around nervously. Annabeth nods saying, "Knowing her we might.” "Where are we even going Annabeth?" You ask, looking around. "Wherever fate takes us," Annabeth says simply. Percy stops walking for a moment, shocked by Annabeth's answer. He continues to follow you and Annabeth mumbling, "This girl's going to get us killed."

Annabeth rolled her eyes at Percy's comment. "I'm going to get us killed? At least I can fight," she muttered under her breath, not looking back at him. You continued to walk forward, your senses on high alert for any signs of danger. Suddenly 3 Ares kids surrounded the three of you. You got in a defensive position, sword in hand as you glared at the Ares kids, "Where's your princess?" You said, referring to Clarisse. Percy followed your lead, getting into a defensive position as well, looking at you confused, "Wait who?"

"Y/N's talking about Clarisse," Annabeth says as she points her sword at one of the Ares kids. Percy mumbles a soft, “Oh.” Leo smirks as he pointed his sword at you, "Clarisse isn't here so don't worry your pretty little head," He said in a slight mocking tone before looking at Ruby and Cole, his half siblings, "You two take care of Newbie and Nerdbrain." Ruby and Cole nod before Ruby lunges at Percy with her sword while Cole does the same to Annabeth. You pout at Leo, "Bummer, I was hoping l'd get to finally beat her ass. I guess I'll just beat yours instead," You said as you waited for Leo's move.

Leo chuckled as he watched Ruby and Cole engage with Percy and Annabeth, "Well aren't you feisty?" He said before lunging at you with his sword. You dodge the attack before swinging your sword at the Ares boy. Leo quickly dodged the swing of your sword before lunging at you again. He knew you were good, but he was confident in his fighting skills as well. "You fight well, but not well enough,” He grins as he continued to attack you. You narrowly missed another one of Leo's attacks, your heart racing from the adrenaline. You countered his next strike, your swords clashing loudly.

"You're not so bad yourself," you said, trying to keep up with his relentless assault, "I'm better though." Leo smirked, his eyes never leaving yours before he lunged again, aiming for your side this time. You quickly stepped back, avoiding the blow but losing your balance in the process. You yelp as you fell back, accidentally dropping your sword, "Fuck." Leo took advantage of your momentary loss of balance and kicked your sword away from your reach. He grinned wickedly, his sword pointed at your throat. "Now, who's the better fighter?" He challenged with a sneer. You roll your eyes, "Oh fuck off Leo."

"Y/N!" Percy yelled from the distance, sounding worried. Leo turned toward Percy's voice, "Ruby, Cole, keep those two away!" He ordered before turning back to you. He then grabbed some rope and started tying your hands together. "What the- Leo you know this against the rules," You hiss as you struggled against the boy's hold. Leo ignored your protests and quickly finished tying your hands together, pulling it a little too tight for comfort. He smirked at your struggles. You glared at the boy, struggling to get your hands out, "If you need to tie me up to handle me then you obviously suck ass as a warrior,” You spat.

Leo chuckled darkly, "Oh, I don't suck sweetheart, I just like playing dirty." He grabbed your bound wrists and pulled you closer, his sword still at your throat. Suddenly someone roughly pulled him away from you, pushing his shoulder, "Get the fuck away from them," Clarisse hissed. You looked at Clarisse in shock, you didn't expect the Ares girl to help you at all. "You alright angel?" Clarisse asked, glancing over you to make sure you were uninjured, frowning when she saw a gash on your arm. "U-Uh... yeah, I'm ok." You said softly, clearly confused by Clarisse's sudden protectiveness over you.

"Good," Clarisse replied then she turned back to Leo, glaring at him, "What the fuck do you think you're doing? You think you can just tie someone up like that?" She stepped closer to you, her body language subtly protective as well. Leo looked at her confused, "Why the hell are you protecting this Apollo kid Clarisse?" Clarisse scoffs like it’s obvious, "Because you fucking tied them up and it’s against the rules," She said harshly, her eyes hard as she glared at Leo. "Let's get you untied," Clarisse said, turning her attention back to you. She knelt down, carefully cutting the ropes with her spear, making sure not to hurt you further.

As she worked, she glanced at Leo, her expression cold and unyielding. Once your hands were untied, you rubbed your wrists as an attempt to sooth them. You looked up at Clarisse to see her holding out her hand to help you up and give her a confused look before taking the girl’s hand. “Thanks," You mumble. “No problem," Clarisse replied, still holding onto your hand until you were standing. She looked at Leo once more, sighing softly before letting go of your hand then sound of the conch shell rang out signaling the end of the game.

Percy ran over to you, "You ok?" You look at Clarisse with a raised eyebrow before looking at Percy and Annabeth, "Yeah I'm good." Annabeth walked over to you, "That's a pretty nasty cut on your arm." You look at your arm, "Oh shit... I didn't even realize." Clarisse grabbed your arm and took a quick look at it, a concerned expression on her face. "Let me take a look at it, it might need some medical attention," She said, glancing at the others as if to say that it wasn't too serious. Percy and Annabeth looked at each other, clearly confused as to why Clarisse was being nice to you.

You looked at Clarisse, a bit skeptical but you nod nonetheless, “Uh... sure." Clarisse stepped closer to examine the cut more closely. "It's not deep, but it's bleeding a lot. We should clean it properly and maybe wrap it up to prevent infection," She explained, her voice surprisingly gentle. Percy and Annabeth looked between you and Clarisse, trying to figure out what was happening. You nodded, butterflies erupting in your stomach as you heard how soft her voice was. "Alright, let's head back to camp," Clarisse suggested, gesturing for you to follow her.

She turned to Percy and Annabeth, "I can clean it up there and maybe get something to stop the bleeding," she added, her voice still calm and collected. Percy and Annabeth looked at each other confused once again then looked at you. You shrugged then followed Clarisse as she started walking, Percy and Annabeth right behind you. When the four of you got to camp, Percy and Annabeth parted ways with you and Clarisse saying they had to meet with Grover. Clarisse grabbed your wrist gently, making you blush and led you to the infirmary. "Sit," Clarisse said, guiding you to a stool near some medical supplies.

She retrieved a clean cloth and some disinfectant, carefully cleaning the wound on your arm. Despite the pain, you couldn't help but notice how gentle her touch was. You silently observed Clarisse, taking in her appearance. You noted how the girl's eyebrows furrowed when she was concentrated and how the girl's hair framed her face perfectly. As Clarisse finished cleaning the wound, she applied a thin layer of antiseptic ointment, ensuring it covered the injured area completely, making you wince and Clarisse mumble an apology.

Her gaze met yours, holding it for a moment longer than necessary. "It's not that deep but it'll probably scar," she said, her voice lowering slightly. You nod as you blush softly before clearing your throat and looking away from the Ares girl, "That's great...I guess." Clarisse nodded, her fingers lightly grazing your arm as she applied a clean bandage over the wound, making you inhale sharply. "There. It should be alright for now," Clarisse said softly, her eyes still on your face. You nod once again, blushing more as you felt the girl's eyes still on you.

You hoped Clarisse couldn't notice your blush, "Thanks. You didn't have to do this." "I know, but I wanted to," Clarisse replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She glanced at the door, as if making sure you both were alone, before leaning in closer, not noticing the way you sucked in a breath, "Look, I know we don't exactly... get along, but I just wanted to help.” You could feel how fast your heart was hammering in your chest due to how close she was, "Y-Yeah... thanks," You said, cursing yourself as you stuttered.

"You're welcome," Clarisse responded, her voice barely above a whisper as she leaned back slightly. Despite your rough past, Clarisse felt herself blushing as well, hoping you wouldn't notice. You look up at the Ares girl, taking in her appearance once more and you can’t help think about how beautiful she is. Your eyes flickered between the girl's eyes and her lips. As Clarisse noticed you staring at her, she couldn't help but blush even more, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering madly. Despite the constant arguments between the two of you, she felt pulled towards you in an undeniable way.

Without thinking, Clarisse leaned in closer, her lips brushing against yours, making you let out a muffled noise of shock. It felt like electricity at first-a spark igniting between the two of you. You returned the kiss, bringing a hand up to cup the Ares girl's cheek softly. Feeling your soft touch against her cheek, Clarisse's heart raced even faster. She deepened the kiss, her hands finding their way on your waist, pulling you closer. Suddenly breaking the kiss, Clarisse looked into your eyes, her heart pounding in her chest. "I- sorry," she said softly with a shaky voice.

You looked at Clarisse, silently for a moment before pulling her in for another kiss. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise but soon closed as she felt your lips pressing against hers once more. This time, she returned the kiss, her hands gripping your waist tighter. You broke the kiss and rested your forehead against Clarisse's with a smile. Blinking back the surprise, Clarisse felt her heart skip a beat as she looked into your eyes. She couldn't help but return the smile, feeling a warmth spread through her chest, "I like you." You laughed softly, "Yeah I figured since you kissed me."

"Right..." Clarisse replied, her cheeks flushing slightly, “Will you be my girlfriend?” You smile saying, "Yes” before pulling the Ares girl into another kiss. As your lips met hers once more, she brought her hands up and gently cupped your face, deepening the kiss. Percy walks in, "Hey Y/N, how's it goi-" You both quickly pull away and he looks between you and Clarisse with wide eyes, "I'm not even going to ask...”

#clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo series #pjo fanfic

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piratejoongie · 20 days

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All Mine

🍒 Hii, this little or maybe not so little story is my first ever so I hope you enjoy it.

🍒 tw: sexual content, kidnapping, swearing, violence...

🍒 Pirate Hongjoong x reader

🍒 smut hehe with a bit of fluff, because aftercare is important

🍒 word count: 🤷🏻‍♀️ (a lot, i guess)

Where it all began:

It was when my mom was pregnant with me when a deal was struck between my parents and parents of later very known, vicious and merciless pirate Kim Hongjoong. It has been agreed that I will have to marry Hongjoong when I turn 22, because my family's fortune with his would make one very powerful and united family that would be unstoppable. Little did his parents know how their plan would be ruined, or was it?

As soon as that deal was struck, mu parents went to the king and queen to ask for their help.

"My king, we need your help!"

"Ah, lord Tang, long time no see. Tell me, what seems to be the problem?"

"We were forced to make a deal with pirates, the Kim's specifically, that our daughter Y/N has to marry their son Hongjoong when she turns 22."

"Well, that's unfortunate, lord Tang. What is it that you want of me? I can't declare a war out of thin air."

"We would never ask that of you, your majesties. We hoped that, as soon as Y/N is born, she can live with you as a fake princess and hopefully be safe from Kim's. "

"Lord Tang, that's quite an idea... and a dangerous one if HE figures out."

"I know that's a lot to ask of you, my king... but we just want our daughter to be safe and to never have to witness what horrible things those pirates do."

"Very well, lord Tang. As soon as your daughter is born, she will live here as our 'daughter', learn to be a proper royal and if successful, maybe even inherit the throne. She'll be a better fit than any of my cousins and their bastard children."

"Thank you, my king. I owe you my life for doing this."

"Careful, lord Tang, you might just have to do that if they find her."

"Yes, my king."

Even though my parents had a good plan, and everything went smoothly, eventually, something had to go wrong.

Now:

The day has come, my 28th birthday and my coronation. The day when I finally become queen of this country came, the king Jun was proud and so was his wife, Laeya, or should I say, my parents. However, my real parents were in the crowd, watching me, with tears in their eyes and hope that nothing would go wrong.

The coronation went smoothly, and so did the majority of the night, but then all of a sudden, pirates came barging in through the main doors... and it was everything my parents feared... the blood... the screams... people panicking... but I couldn't move, I couldn't run... I knew I had to face them, and I knew I was ready... or so, I thought.

Then he came in the throne room. His presence, his aura... it was very powerful and magnetic, something was pulling me towards him, and I didn't know what it was.

One thing I was sure of... this man is Captain Kim Hongjoong, of the Nightbringer pirates. The cruelest, the most vicious and merciless pirates of them all... and he was here to get me.

"Hello, my queen", he said bowing to me, showing respect. Good for him. "They hid you well from me. I hoped to meet you 6 years ago, and make you my beloved wife, but as you see, I had some misfortune coming my way. I had my most precious treasure stolen from me, I was searching all of the seven seas for you, and as I was about to raid this hideous castle, I have find you. My precious ruby."

Ruby, a nickname I thought I'd never hear again... but here we are.

"Captain, you must me mistaken. I was never promised to anyone."

"My queen, isn't your real name Y/N Tang? Isn't your father one of most respected lords, lord Marcellus Tang and his beautiful wife, Maria Jelena Tang, former princess of Russia. You're their only daughter and, of course, my soon to be wife." he said, and I gulped.

How did he know all of this? Where did he get it from?

I needed answers, and I needed them soon.

"Mother! Father! What is he talking about?" I asked angrily, and they explained everything to me. I was furious, I didn't know what to think, how to act... do I go with them? Do I put up a fight? So I tried being rational and parley.

"Captain, I'm flattered, but unfortunately, I will not be going with you. I have a duty towards this country, this land and all people who live here."

He laughed. He fucking laughed.

"You're in no position to bargain with me,'princess'. You will be a good little princess and come with me. Otherwise, you can say goodbye to everyone because all that will be left of this land is corpses and bloodshed", this prick... "You have a choice pretty, come with me in peace, and I'll let them all live, or you can decline me and see everyone die, so you'll be forced to go with me."

"I pick nothing. You're in no position to bargain with a queen, pirate and you and your small crew are outnumbered."

He doesn't say anything. He just walks up to me, lifts up my head with his finger, looks me in the eyes, and like a feather, he throws me over his shoulders. To my surprise, no one was harmed, and I was taken to his ship, with no one coming after me. His ship, The Illusion, was beautiful and modern, I was stunned. He took me to his cabin and locked me inside. Then, the long one week journey to his kingdom began.

On the ship:

The seconds. The minutes. The hours.

They were passing slowly, but at least I had my fun pissing Hongjoong off. He hated it but I loved it. Serves him right for literally kidnapping me.

Suddenly, I hear the door unlocking... it must me him.

"Rise and shine, Ruby. We are close to my kingdom, and here, you'll be a proper queen. I must admit, giving you up to the royals was a bit over the top, but at least you have the manners and the brains now."

"That's more brains than you'll ever have Hongjoong. " I smiled to myself, good one. He makes me think of comeback so easily, whatever he says, I can just snap it back at him. But the patience this man has, its unbelievable.

"Now now baby, haven't they taught you manners and respect, or are you just a brat in general?" As he was saying that, he gets close to my face, looking me deeply in the eyes, and as always, I get turned on... but I can't let him know that, if I did, he'd have complete power over me and he'll use it well. "I asked you something, 'princess'."

"I just respect people who show respect to me first. That's how it is and how I was taught." I said.

"Hmm, or you just like pissing me off, hoping to get a reaction out of me, but also finding my composure and presence rather magnetic." Shit... how did he know? "Princess, you were bound to be mine, and I will, make you mine." Well, now is not a good time to be horny and wishing he would rail me on his desk. "Be ready in 10, we're close to the main land. And wear something nice, you need to look presentable to my people." He leaves, and with that I go through the dresses I have, and find the sluttiest, dark red dress that hugs my curves well. I can hear, and feel the ship slowing down, which can mean one thing... time to get out.

"Y/N, time to go." I hear Seonghwa, Hongjoong's first man and his most trusted member of the crew, and the sweetest, if I may add. I check myself once more, and I head out. The crew kept whistling, cat-calling 6 it made me feel powerful until Hongjoong turned around and his eyes went dark. Oh, oh. I needed to play this off as cool as possible, which I did. He hasn't said anything to me on our way to his castle, and I didn't mind because San and Wooyoung were keeping me entertained.

Over the next few months, I kept pissing Hongjoong off, talking to San and Wooyoung, who became my friends here and occasionally to Seonghwa. The majority of days here, I spent with the crew, whereas Hongjoong was nowhere to be seen... and to be honest, it had me worried. I stood up and decided to go to his room. Not a brightest idea so far.

His room was across the hall from mine, with big black doors and skulls decorating it. To some, it may seem intimidating, but to me, it has always been normal. I came inside, the room was empty, but it was big, spacious, and it had nice big windows that made the room brighter. I was busy admiring the room and haven't heard footsteps behind me.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be out with the crew doing something?" He asked, leaning onto the doorframe. Damn he looked hot. His messy red hair was shining from one sunray that hit it, his dark eyes looking at me curiously, and his lips... those juicy pink lips were formed into a smirk. "Do you like what you see, Ruby?" He asked, slowly moving forward and closing the door behind him.

"Not really, I've seen better." I snap.

"Oh really, so I don't have any effect on you? You don't feel turned on by me? You don't fantasize about me? You don't imagine me pleasuring you until you scream when you finger yourself at night? You don't imagine how my tongue would tease your sensitive clit, how I would eat you out like a starved man, as if you were the last meal I could have, how I would such on those nice tits of yours and make you cum? You don't think about how my cock would fill you up like a skut you are and stretch you so good, you will only need my cock and noone else's? You want to say that you never, not even once, wanted me to fuck you senseless over my desk, make you scream my name so my whole crew can hear how good of a slut you're being for me, your captain. Tell me, Ruby."

I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I couldn't do anything I wanted to do because of him, and the effect he had on me.

With one swift movement, he put his hand around my waist and turned me around so my back was pressed against the door. He started kissing my neck, moving his way slowly to my jaw and then kissing my lips. His kisses were intoxicating, and through them, he made sure you knew that he was in charge. There's no doubt that he was good at it, he knew very well what he was doing.

"My precious Ruby, tell me, what do you want." He said seductively, as if he didn't know what I wanted. "Captain, I want you."

"Very well darling." He kissed me again, then stopped, looked at me and just tore my shirt apart. I was stunned. He on the other hand was amused, taking my boobs in his hands, massaging them, and then kissing and teasing my nipples. I squirm and pull his red, ruby hair, making him whine a little. While sucking on my nipples, he quickly disposed my skirt and underwear, kissing his way down on me. Making me shiver, getting wetter and wetter with every kiss he made down my stomach... but he stops... and gets on his knees in front of me, putting my leg on his shoulder so he can have better access. Slowly, he licks my folds, tasting all of my juices and making his way up to my clit. His tongue glides over my clit, goes in circles around it, making me moan loudly. He starts sucking and nibbling on my clit, sending shivers down my spine and making me quiver. Eating me out like a starved man, he speeds up a little and adds a finger inside me, matching the speed of his finger and his tongue. The feeling was sensational, no one made me feel like that. He adds another finger, making me moan from being stretched out. "Look at you, being a good little slut for your captain. Are you gonna cum for me slut? Are you gonna make a mess all over my face and fingers?" He asks, still sucking on my clit but more roughly this time and fingering me faster. "Aye, captain. I'll be a good slut and cum on your face." I moan, and the pleasure keeps growing. I grab a handful on his hair in my hand and pull his face closer to my folds, closing my thighs as my orgasm approaches and squishing his face between them, which he doesn't seem to mind... instead he picked up a pace. "Oh...I-... too much..."

"What's that slut? Don't tell me you can't take it?"

"I- I'm gonna c-..."

Before I could finish, I squirt all over his face, making a huge mess and wetting his clothes.

"Get on the bed slut. On all fours. Head down. Ass up."

I obey.

Before I knew it, he was undressed and stood between my legs, carefully watching my juices leaking out of me from previous orgasm.

"You look so pretty spread out for me like this."

"Only for you captain." I purr.

"Good, now you'll take my cock like a good little slut, won't you?"

"Yes captain."

Without any warning, he slams his dick in me, stretching me well and making me full. Each thrust is better than the other, making my legs weak and shaking. He fucks me roughly, penetrating me sweet spot and making me a moaning mess. He picks up his pace again, thrusting hard and deep touching my cervix with a tip of his dick.

"Fuck baby, if you keep clenching around me like that, I'm going to cum and fill that tight cunt of yours with my cum. Would you like that, slut? Would you like being breed by me and have my baby in your belly?" I nod.

"Words, slut. Use your words. I want to hear you say it."

"Ah- yes- I want you to breed me, captain. I wanna be filled with your cum and have your baby in my belly." I scream, and I hear him chuckle as he keeps thrusting. I can feel him twitching inside me, ready to cum. His thrusts become shorter but deeper.

"Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum in that pretty cunt of yours. Cum with me."

As he came in me, he kept fucking his cum back inside me hence it was leaking out. I kept rolling my eyes into the sensation.

"On your knees slut. You need to clean the mess you've made on my cock."

I get down on my knees, in front of his beautiful long dick that still hasn't gone soft. I start pumping it with my hands, sucking on his balls, kissing them and moving up to his tip, sliding it in my mouth, slowly taking it whole.

"That's it, slut. Let me fuck that bratty mouth of yours."

With that, he grabbed a handful of my hair, moving his hips and fucking my mouth. I grab his thighs for support and scratch them because he was too much. He slides out of mouth, letting me breathe for a second before sliding himself back into my mouth, thrusting roughly, and sliding out again. Confused, I see him sit on his bed, tapping on his lap, signalling me to come up to him, and ride him. I slide down his cock with ease, enjoying the feeling of being stretched out once again. I kept bouncing on his dick, feeling euphoric and having Hongjoong sucking on my boots while his thumb was circling around my clit. I couldn't take it anymore, it was too much.

"You gonna cum again slut? C'mon, make a mess on my cock and I'll fill you up once more." I don't know how or why, his words have a huge effect on me. Hearing him saying that and moan, made me ride him harder and faster, urging me to cum.

"Ah- Hon- Hongjoong " I scream, and as I was about to collapse on him, he flipped us over, putting me in missionary and filling me up once again, making me feel warm inside. He never let his cum drip out of me, so he kept fucking it back in, releasing once more and kissing me. God, I loved every second of it.

"You good princess? Not too sore? Can you walk? Do you need anything? Food? Water? Shower? Just tell me, princess, anything you need."

"Some food would be nice, and a shower... and, if we can cuddle after?" I asked, hoping he'll agree.

"Anyhing for my Ruby. You're the queen of my heart after all."

Who knew a pirate such as Hongjoong would have a soft side, or was he only showing that side to you. Nevertheless, you loved it, and even though you were forced to come here, maybe it's better than the life your parents would choose for you. And there's one thing Hongjoong will never admit, but he always knew where you were, how you were and he watched you growing up. You might not remember it now, but he'll tell you what you two met when you were 7, walking along the beach alone and bumping into him. You called him ruby, because of his red hair and he never told you his real name because he didn't want to scare you, instead he admired you and told himself that he'll find you again and protect you with all he has.

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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 3 months

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Talk. || baby daddy!Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

[MASTERLIST]

Rating: M Words: 2.2K~ Pairing: dad!gaz x mother!reader CW: canon-typical violence, events of MW2019 (references), CHILD DEATH (mentioned), pregnancy, underage!! pregnancy, some cultural/religious judgements regarding underage/out-of-wedlock pregnancy, birth (references). Tags: you/your pronouns, (reader implied female because 'mum', 'mama' and other nicknames are used + mentions of pregnant!user), hurt/comfort, fluff?, military inaccuracies I'm sure. Summary: Gaz and the reader are co-parents of a 10-year-old girl (the result of a teen pregnancy). Gaz calls home to talk to his family and he's having a bit of a breakdown after a mission. a/n: This happens in the MW2019 game timeline, somewhere after the Butcher's interrogation. NOT PROOFREAD, NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN.

“SIMISOLA RUBY GARRICK, I WILL NOT CALL YOU AGAIN, GET DOWN HERE!” You shout at the top of your lungs, your voice reverberating all the way to the upper floor of your small townhouse.

“IN A MINUTE!” The girl’s voice calls out from upstairs for the… umpteenth time in the last 10 minutes.

“I swear, Kyle, this girl will be the death of me one of these days.” You tell him. “I’m not well-equipped to deal with a teenager.” You grumble as you look at Kyle’s face on the phone screen.

“She’s not a teen yet, lovie.” He retorts with a little smile. “She’s only 10.” He reminds you.

“She’s teenager enough for my taste. Bloody ignoring me whenever I call her!” You reply with a bit of a huff.

“She’s gettin’ older.” He says simply. “You tellin’ me you obeyed your mum every day at her age?” He asks.

“No, but…” You trail off and sigh, dejectedly. “I hate when you make sense, you know that?” You retort, glaring right at him with your best attempt at the ‘mum stare’, but it’s not as effective through the phone.

“Sorry, mama. One of us has to.” She adds with a mischievous smirk on his full lips. He knows how much you like it when he calls you that.

“Shut it, Garrick, I don’t want to hear it.” You retort and you can hear, and see, him giggling on the other side.

From the way the area around him has gotten progressively darker as you spoke for the last 30 minutes, you can tell he’s somewhere out East, somewhere where the sun is starting to set, since in Birmingham it’s only 3 P.M. and still fully bright outside.

“How’s the OP goin’?” You ask despite knowing that he’s not allowed to say anything about it so he simply shoots you a look before raising his fingers to bring a cigarette to his lips, taking a good long drag.

“It’s goin’ fine enough.” He adds and shrugs, before looking off to the distance just off-camera. He’s… lying. You can tell from the way his eyes furrow and his scarred cheek scrunches in frustration.

Turning your head back up, you aim your eyes at the stairs. “BLOODY FUCKIN’ HELL, SIMI, DAD’S ON THE PHONE FOR YOU!” You announce to what, at this point, has to be the ghosts that kidnapped your daughter because she refuses to come downstairs.

Your ears pick up on the sound of her bedroom door flying open and her feet taking her through the carpeted hall and down the steps.

You watch her coming through the vintage, little pass-through window in your kitchen. “Did’ya say dad?!” The dark-skinned girl says as she comes sliding around the corner and into the room.

“Oh, THAT lights a fire under your arse, innit? But not all those other times I told you to come down? What if I was dying, huh?” You scold her and she immediately smiles the same impish smile your baby daddy is sporting on the phone screen. He loves seeing you be maternal.

“Sorry, Mamsie.” She says while showing absolutely no regret at all in her young features. Shaking your head, you pass the phone over to Simi, whose face lights up at the sight of Kyle. “Dad!”

“Oi, kiddo!” You hear Kyle say through the phone as Simisola takes the phone with her down to the sitting room and parks herself on the sofa, talking about all sorts of things with her dad.

You watch her for a moment through the pass-through window. She’s bouncing excitedly, talking about school, her mates, her grades… It’s not often she gets to talk to Gaz, less even that she gets to see him.

Sometimes you wonder if the unpredictability of his job is going to mess her up one day. I mean, her chances of that are already high enough considering the two of you are merely 28 and have been raising her since you were still kids yourselves… But the fact he’s more gone than around in her day-to-day life is bound to mess her up too…

Maybe you should get her into some therapy, just in case.

But then again, she seems surprisingly unaffected by all of this. She’s healthy, smart, sweet… a bit of a smartass (she takes after her dad in that)... And above all else, she seems... happy.

All things considered, of all the blokes that could’ve gotten you knocked up at seventeen, Kyle Garrick was the best option… And your daughter was the best outcome possible.

Sure, you weren’t official or anything back then (nor are you now, really... though you share a bed and a home and you kiss and-), the pregnancy had been an unforeseen consequence of a tryst in the back of a car after drinking at the local pub… But looking back, you got lucky.

Either way, you were both too young, too eager, too needy, too… stupid. Neither of you thought of condoms, hoping the ‘trusty’ pull-out method would suffice.

It didn’t.

You still remember the way you had a panic attack in a toilet stall at school, you and a girlfriend skipping class to pop over to Tesco and buy a box of pregnancy tests… She took one with you, just to ease your worries… And then yours came out positive.

The fear and absolute dread you felt was paralyzing, the way you stayed holed up in the loo while your friend tried to console you and used her fuschia Motorola Razr to text your other friends to come to the toilets after class.

From there, your girlfriends texted his mates, and by the time you noticed, Kyle was elbowing his way into the bathroom, past the group of waiting students, all of them mutual friends of you both. He spotted you sitting on the dirty tile floor in the corner, eyes glued on the pregnancy test in your hand. You were ugly crying, snot all over, and hyperventilating.

Even back then, Kyle was already years ahead of any other teen you knew. He was mature and calm, collected… He sat beside you, rubbed your back, and told you it’d all be okay. You know deep down that he only held it together to calm you down but once he was alone he probably cried like a baby too.

His parents are Nigerian immigrants. In their minds, there was an order of doing things and their only son getting a girl pregnant before marriage (or before hitting maturity, really) was NOT it.

And your parents, well… They weren’t very happy about it either. Not that any parent ever is when their daughter comes home and drops the bomb that she’s expecting.

That was a bad moment for your lives… You both lived with your parents and you had to go back and forth between school and baby appointments… Kyle was by your side the whole time (or as much as he could, considering he had enlisted as soon as he hit 18) and both your parents tried their best to be supportive… But you never quite earned Mr. and Mrs. Garrick’s affection. Not even now, 10 years later.

At first, they didn’t even want to believe the baby was Kyle’s. Your father ended up having some very heated choice words with Mr. Garrick, defending your honor, and almost bringing the house down screaming that you weren’t a slag.

You were on edge and depressed back then. Once the news spread, most of your friends stopped hanging out with you out of pressure put on by their own parents… They still smiled at you and showed encouragement to you whenever you saw each other… But they didn’t come over anymore, barely spoke to you in the halls…

People stared in the streets… Whenever you went into a baby shop or the diaper aisle at the supermarket… You were stared at. The whispers of “Look at her, such a slag”, “So young and already up the duff…” never came, at least not that you heard them, but you found yourself clutching your mum’s arm particularly hard whenever she managed to drag you out of the flat and to the shops.

You don’t like looking back on the pictures of that year in sixth form. As much as you love your child, seeing the way your face became hollow and sad, your eyes weighed down by dark circles as your belly grew consistently until nothing you wore fit you right… It still stung.

You wonder how you managed to retain enough mental faculties to not earn yourself a post-partum depression diagnosis. Whatever your brain did, it did it well...

With her skin all wrinkly and red and screaming at the top of her lungs, her little fists shaking, eyes all glossy, and a little clump of dark hair on her head slicked back by the amniotic fluid… You fell in love with Simi the moment the nurses set her against your bare chest.

And Kyle did too. You could see it in the way his eyes softened, his lip trembled and his nose and chin scrunched up to contain a wail. As soon as he held her in his arms for the first time, so small against his chest, her little body wrapped in a blanket against his fatigues... you started openly weeping at the sight, blaming the hormones, but the fact of the matter was that she was so small, so tender, so… perfect.

You tune out most of your daughter’s conversation with her father as you go about preparing dinner for the two of you, moving about the kitchen, lost in your own thoughts.

Your ears perk up when you hear Kyle ask Simi if she can pass the phone back to you and let the two of you have a conversation. The girl complains a bit about how much she misses him but ends up acquiescing to him. Daddy’s girl, she is.

She rushes over, her mini twists bouncing with each step as she drops the phone onto your hand and then waves an exaggerated “See you soon, dad!”. You watch her bounce away and trot back up the stairs before you look down at the phone.

Putting on your earpods, you set the phone down on the counter, propped up by the flour container so you can still be in frame as you go about breading some thin chicken cutlets.

“What is it, Kyle?” You ask him softly and raise your brows at him. His face is a lot more grim and he lights a second cigarette.

“We lost a kid.” He replies softly. “A little boy in Urzikstan.” He adds and sighs loudly. Your whole face twists lightly into sadness. “Some… fuckin’ plonker of a terrorist…” He trails off.

“Did you kill him?” You ask him and he nods his head solemnly. You’ve learned long ago not to give your input too much on these topics… He’s chosen to keep you and your daughter away from it all…

He once mentioned that asking to be let in would be like 'dipping your pinkie toe in a pond, never knowing if something would be reaching up to pull you in'. You swore he got that quote from a John Wick movie, and then you both laughed… But you knew he meant the sentiment of it.

“I had to stoop down to his level first.” He tells you as he takes another drag os his new cigarette. “Threatened his wife… his son… to get him to talk.” He trails off and sucks in a sharp breath.

Even with the progressive darkness that has set in now, wherever he is, you can still spot the way his nose scrunches as he tries to hold in his crying… His voice is still steady, but his eyes… Always so expressive… You’ve learned to read them in 10 years of co-parenting.

“Every time that bloody barrel even went slightly near that kid’s face I-” Kyle trembles out a breath and rolls his shoulders. Then, he goes quite.

“Anyways…” He says, trying to deflect his feelings away from the things he’s had to do. “I… I miss Simi… And I miss you.” He adds.

“We miss you too, Kyle.” You reply, trying your best to be positive for him. He needs it. “She can’t stop talking about you, counting down the days ‘till you walk through that door and come wrap her in one of those alledgedly ‘annoying’ bear hugs of yours.” You quip and a genuine smirk forms on his lips.

He nods and you notice him through away his cigarette and move somewhere else. As he walks you notice the space is brighter, the camera is facing upwards, and you can see the ceiling and ceiling lights… But above all else, you see his handsome face, the light wisp of a mustache and a goatee, the scar on his left cheek, his tired eyes, and disheveled hair.

He crosses a threshold into another darkened space, but this one is much quieter. You hear some shuffling sounds and even though now you really can’t see shit, you know he’s there, staring at you… And you know he’s lying down.

“Lovie… Can I ask you a favour?” He says as he sighs deeply and slowly.

“Yeah, what is it?” You end up saying as you set aside the breaded cutlets and wash your hands.

“Tell me everything I’m missing. Tell me everything that Simisola did and said… Tell me about your day… about work… share all the gossip you’ve got…” He requests.

“Just… Just talk my bloody ear off.” He pleads. “I just need to hear your voice.” He adds, his tone a lot more gentler. “Please…”.

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[The Time I became God of the Fish People.]

Pairing: Astarion x Named!Tav (Winnie).

Plot: While lost in the Underdark Astarion and Winnie find themselves amongst a strange tribe of fish people. (Yes this is something that actually happens in the game.)

Note: This is part of my during in game campaign oneshot series. The oneshots aren't necessarily all posted in chronological order.

Content/Warnings: OC! TAV, Tav uses She/her pronouns, Suggestive content, mentions of sex, death, violence, slight Lae'zel x Shadowheart, Astarion is a dick to Scratch, Astarion being manipulative.

For the longest time sleep had been a chore for the druid. Her mind would run wild with horrifying memories of death and torture. A red eyed drow wizard staring down at her with a sadistic grin as he brought a glowing blade to her flesh. Branding her with several scars across her body which never truly healed. Normally she'd awaken several times a night in a panic, having to struggle to calm herself down before she could even attempt to return to her slumber.

But lately she'd slept peacefully. Her sleep was either dreamless or sprinkled with visions of the beautiful elf that laid beside her.

The messy haired woman opened her eyes with a quiet yawn as she glanced over at the pale skinned beauty, hugging a blanket over her plump body. He laid next to her, eyes closed allowing her to study his pretty, long eyelashes. The two of them had slept together in his tent after a previous night of carnal indulgence. There was a decent space between their two bodies. While the young woman would often rest her head on her lover's chest. The pale skinned elf was never too eager to cuddle. There was always this distance he'd put between them after sex. A reminder of what their relationship really was.

Still the druid admired him, the way his lovely white curls framed his perfect face, how soft and kissable his lips were. How his hands dwarfed hers in sizing, actually making her feel smaller than she actually was. She couldn't help but smile softly as she stared longingly at him.

“Enjoying the view are we, pet?~” Astarion's sleepy voice piped up, ruby red eyes slowly opening. Winnie rolled her eyes at his little nickname for her. He thought it fitting considering she turned into animals and practically followed him around like a little lost puppy at times.

“Always.” Winnie hummed with a blush. Astarion sat up and stretched, a smile on his face as he glanced down at his human bedfellow. His muscular physique graced the druid's eyes as he grabbed his white undershirt and pulled it on over his head.

“It would probably be best if we readied ourselves before the others come looking.” The vampiric elf mused, pulling on his underwear and pants. Winnie let out a slight whine and buried her face into a pillow.

“I don't wanna get up. I feel so sore….” She murmured, “my ass hurts.”

“Perhaps I did get a little over excited last night. It was hard not to with such a delicious feast laid out for me.~” Astarion purred in a suggestive tone.

“You scrambled my innards…” The druid groaned.

“You weren't complaining during the act.” The vampire smirked.

“I wasn't in pain then…” Winnie whined. Astarion leaned over her with a smug look on his face. As if proud of himself.

“Well, sleep in if you wish. But I doubt you'll enjoy explaining to Lae'zel why you're so sore when she comes to fetch you.” Astarion chuckled, playfully patting Winnie’s ass. The druid let out a frustrated groan before sitting up, holding the blankets tightly to cover her nude form. Winnie grabbed her undergarments before putting them on along with her shirt and pants. The human female then pulled on her druid armor before exiting the tent after Astarion. She let out a yawn, running a hand through disheveled brown hair as she stepped into the light. A bright blue glow was emitting from the strange flora growing out of the cliffs around them. The group had set up camp outside of the abandoned Arcane Tower after stumbling around and getting lost in the Underdark.

“Silence k’chakhi!” Lae'zel hissed, snatching the map from Shadowheart’s hands. “You're the reason we've been led astray!”

“As if you've been doing anything besides ranting about that damned crech�� of yours!” Shadowheart retorted.

“Hey! Settle down. I won't have you two going at each other's throats again!” Winnie shouted, stepping in between the two women.

“Chk, The half-elf is incompetent. She shouldn't be trusted to navigate for us!” Lae'zel said as she turned to Winnie.

“You shouldn't be trusted at all and yet you're still here.” Shadowheart rolled her eyes.

“Fighting surely won't help the issue.” Winnie rubbed her temples. “Look, we just need to find our way back to the Myconid colony and then we'll be able to figure out how to get to the Shadow cursed lands from there.”

“If we search for the creché there will be no need to risk falling to the curse.” Lae'zel pressed.

“We've taken a vote already. The others decided that Moonrise would be our priority.” The half-elf added, causing the gith to curse under her breath.

Winnie looked around the area.

“Wyll, you and Gale go together and check that way to see if there's a path that'll lead us back the way we came. I'll take Astarion and check the opposite direction.” Winnie exclaimed before turning to the other three women. “Ladies, you three will stay here and mind the camp. Karls, make sure these two don't kill each other, please.”

“You got it, soldier!” Karlach replied and stood between Lae'zel and Shadowheart. The two of them, still giving the other the side eye.

Winnie then proceeded to grab her pack and walk off with Astarion following.

Scratch, the loveable dog companion the party had picked up on their journey, quickly ran after Winnie, sticking close to her heels as his tail wagged. They wandered away from camp, eyes scanning for the path leading back to where they came from. The day before while the party was venturing through the Underdark they had ended up being chased off course by a bullette. Shadowheart had been the one holding onto the map, hence Lae'zel’s blame, but the bullette was the real reason they had gotten lost. Luckily the beast ended up running right into a patch of torchstalk and was driven back after being burned severely, but by then the group was way off course. Winnie looked around the large area where the torchstalk had been. Most of it had been destroyed by the bullette but there were still a few just out of reach. Winnie had to be careful not to get too close to any of the deadly flora. Scratch sniffed the ground picking up a rather intriguing scent as he wandered past Winnie and Astarion.

Winnie looked down at the ground, noticing odd footprints.

“Lae'zel and Shadowheart seem to be at it again. I wonder when they'll finally release the tension.” The vampire hummed aloud.

“What are you talking about?” Winnie looked back at him with a confused look.

“Oh you know ... .The two of them sneaking off into the forest for a late night tryst.” Astarion said in a slightly flirty tone.

“Are you suggesting that they like each other?” Winnie tilted her head in confusion.

“Not exactly, but they definitely want to fuck.” Astarion said bluntly, “probably quite roughly.”

“Could you please stop putting images in my head? I'd rather not think about my friends doing that…” Winnie said, turning bright red.

“Oh, you poor pitiful innocent thing. You'd be completely boring if it wasn't for that adorable blush you have.” Astarion teased, playfully poking Winnie’s cheek. The druid rolled her eyes and swatted his hand away before suddenly hearing Scratch let out a bark before scampering over towards a large hole and repeatedly barking at it.

“Hells below, if that dog keeps yapping I am going make him my afternoon snack.” The vampire hissed.

“No Astarion. He's found something.” Winnie said before wandering over towards the hole. The vampire let out an annoyed sigh before quickly following his companion. Winnie peaked down into the chasm, it was dark and appeared bottomless, but the druid's pink eyes could spot vines running down towards the bottom.

“Winnie, I'm not going to jump in after you if you fall to your death.” Astarion grumbled, yet grabbed hold of Winnie’s pack, yanking her back by it.

“I'm not going to fall. I just…..You smell that?” Winnie suddenly sniffed the air. A faint salty sour smell hit Winnie's senses. Fish.

“Ugh…It's disgusting.” Astarion grimaced. Scratch sniffed the air before suddenly jumping down into the hole.

“Scratch!” Winnie shouted as the dog disappeared down the tunnel.

“Stupid mutt! Now he's gone and got himself killed.” Astarion huffed.

Winnie bit her lip before suddenly hearing the faint echo of a woof.

“He's alive down there!” She said before yanking away from Astarion. “I'm coming, boy!”

“Winnie! What in the bloody hells are you doing?!” Astarion snapped at her. The human female simply ignored him and leapt down into the chasm. “Winnie!” The vampire gritted his teeth, eyes betraying a hint of concern. “You soft hearted fool! I'm not going in after you!” Astarion stood there with a frown looking down into the abyss. He turned to walk away, attempting to convince himself to leave the foolish woman to her fate.

Astarion got about five feet away before letting out a frustrated growl before quickly turning back and hopping onto the opposite side of the chasm, latching onto vines and beginning to climb downwards. Down below Winnie had landed on a ledge next to Scratch. She scanned around the tunnel but her lack of dark vision made it hard to see. Although there was the faintest sound of water coming from somewhere lower down.

“Sol Invictus!” Winnie created a blue flame from her palm, illuminating the tunnel around her. Below her she could see some large mushrooms growing down the side of the chasm. Scratch let out a bark before hopping down onto one after the other. Winnie quickly followed, using each mushroom as a stepping stone until eventually she could see light at the bottom of the tunnel.

Winnie and Scratch carefully climbed down and looked around the area. The druid put out her flame as her pink eyes scanned her surroundings. There was a waterfall to her left, pouring down from the cavern ceiling it seemed. More large mushrooms were up ahead, these ones were massive and grew up the side of a cliff. Winnie squinted her eyes, spotting a body of water in the distance and something that looked like a village maybe? Winnie didn't have too much time to think before suddenly she heard a shout and suddenly something fell on her. The human female suddenly found herself buried under something firm but slightly squishy.

“Oh gods…I thought that was the end of me…” A familiar posh voice hit Winnie’s ears.

“Arghhh….Get your ass out of my face!” Winnie snapped and pushed the elf off of her, face flushed bright red. Winnie rubbed her head a bit dizzy from nearly being flattened.

“Ah…Apologies, darling. It seems you broke my fall.” The vampire chuckled.

“You nearly crushed my skull.” The druid growled.

“Well that could've been avoided had you not acted like an idiot and decided to hop right into a chasm!” Astarion crossed his arms as Winnie got to her feet.

“I thought you weren't going to follow me?”

“I wasn't! But…then I figured Karlach would likely make me go looking for you if I went back to camp empty handed.” Astarion coughed a bit at the end as his eyes looked off to the side.

“How chivalrous.” Winnie rolled her eyes before glancing back over in the direction of the ‘village’ she had spotted. Strange sounds appeared to be coming from over there. “I think someone is living down here…” She said as she slowly began to creep closer in the direction of the noise.

“Oh well, maybe there's a friendly brothel nearby.” Astarion said sarcastically. Winnie climbed onto one of the large mushrooms, Scratch quickly following, staying low to the ground. Eventually Astarion joined the two as his eyes widened in surprise at the sight of fish people standing in front of some type of wooden altar of some kind.

“Well that explains the smell.” He hummed.

“I think I've read about these guys before.” Winnie said quietly. “They're called Kuo-Toa, fish folk that live in the Underdark.” The druid explained. “They're apparently former mind flayer slaves with the power to create their own gods or something like that…”

“Ugh, why can't we ever run into anyone normal?” Astarion complained. Winnie kept her eyes on the fish folk below. They appeared to be sacrificing one of their own. Winnie leaned closer before suddenly slipping off the edge of the shroom and tumbling down off onto the ground before with a grunt. Astarion let out a sigh, red eyes rolling in annoyance as he leapt down after her.

“You! You have interrupted our sacred ceremony!” One of the fish folk, some kind of priest by the look of it, approached Winnie.

“Oops…Sorry about that.” Winnie chuckled nervously.

“You will become the next sacrifice to our great god of murder! Bhooaal!”

“Ah….No…I don't think so….” Winnie stood up and slowly began back up. Astarion and Scratch came to Winnie’s side quickly. Her eyes flickered over towards the altar where a dead Kuo-Toa lay.

“Do not let the sacrifice escape! Bring me their head!” A deep monstrous voice called out.

Out of the shadows hopped a creature covered in red. Winnie raised an eyebrow and breathed in. The scent of the creature seemed familiar, definitely no god. Its stench was thick with the scent of death and the earthy smell of a bog. Winnie looked at the ‘god’ with a curious expression as she studied the monster, taking in his features.

“That's not a god. It's just a redcap!” Winnie exclaimed with a glare, hand stretched out as she pointed at him.

“What? How dare you, I'm a god!” The pretender shouted before suddenly the red glow covering his body faded away.

“Great Bhooaal? What is this?” The fish priest gasped in confusion.

“Oh dear, looks like the great Bhooaal isn't so great after all.” Astarion chuckled.

“You little wretch! You'll pay for this!” The redcap charged towards Winnie. Astarion quickly moved in front of her and swiped at the little fey creature with his rapier. The redcap backed up, leaping out of the way just in the nick of time.

Scratch growled and bounded forward grabbing hold of the redcap’s leg with his teeth.

“Flageo!” Winnie summoned a thorned vine whip and lassoed the redcap over towards her making him fall on his face with a grunt. Winnie then shot an ice knife at the redcap, hitting him right in the jugular. Winnie sighed in relief.

“Honestly I'd love to go one day without people trying to kill me.” She rubbed her temples before suddenly her ears were filled with clapping.

“You have slain the pretender. We knew in our hearts the god Bhooaal was false. But you, we see you. We know you by your true name, Mahkloopah!” The fish priest exclaimed.

“Praise Mahkloopah! Mahkloopah!” The fish folk chanted, kneeling down in front of Winnie.

“If they offer sacrifices, might I suggest virgins? Young and hot blooded.” Astarion piped up.

“I'm not taking any sacrifices!” Winnie turned back towards the vampire who pouted in response.

“Mahkloopah! Please allow us to serve you! We will build you a grand palace where you may rule over your subjects!”

“I uh….I don't think….” Winnie began to speak before Astarion covered suddenly her mouth.

“Now, now darling let's not be rude. Your new friends only wish to please you, why not accept their hospitality?” The elf purred, slowly removing his hand from her mouth as he rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip. Winnie felt a shiver go down her spine as his blood red orbs met hers. Her cheeks flushed pink and she cleared her throat.

“Okay…fine.” The druid replied, looking away shyly.

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“Great Mahkloopah! We have built you a throne to sit upon!” One of the Kuo-Toa called and led Winnie up a hill. She glanced over to see a large wooden chair with cushions on the seat and strange markings carved into it. Winnie sat down on it and looked over the hill, seeing the fish folk beginning to build a structure. It felt strange to have these people worshiping her like a god. She wasn't very sure how to feel about it. Astarion approached her, strutting over to her before planting himself on her lap.

“Uh…What are you doing?” Winnie blushed a bit.

“Taking my place at your side, my dear. We are a team after all.” Astarion chuckled, “and besides you clearly could use a little help governing your new followers.”

“I'm honestly a bit weirded out by the attention.” Winnie replied, looking off to the side.

“Great Mahkloopah! We have brought blood sacrifices for your murderous bride!” Two of the fish folk exclaimed dragging along what looked like water jugs full of blood.

“Murderous bride?” Winnie blinked in confusion as Astarion quickly got to his feet and took hold of one of the jugs.

“Mmm….I could get used to this.” The vampiric elf licked his lips.

“Where did you get the blood?” Winnie asked.

“It is the blood of the least worthy to be in your presence, oh great one.” The fish person replied.

“Right….” The druid gulped nervously.

“We have also brought gifts for you, great Mahkloopah.” The fish folk then proceeded to set out a wooden tray with a decadent assortment of meat and cheese. Astarion had poured blood into a glass chalice Winnie’s subjects had brought. The elf sat back down on Winnie's lap. Winnie’s eyes widening at the sight of the cheese, mouth watering.

“See darling, why not indulge yourself a bit?” Astarion stroked her chin.

“I suppose we could hang out for a bit.” Winnie smiled slightly before taking the tray and dining out on some cheese.

“You know what? Since I'm your god and all. Build me a hot spring! And uhh.. some sweet wine would be nice!” Winnie ordered.

“Yes, great one! We shall begin right away!” Winnie and Astarion began to indulge in the perks of being worshiped. The Kuo-Toa dug out a deep pond and filled it with hot water, creating a makeshift spring and as the time went by Winnie’s companions began to worry, growing concerned as they waited back at camp.

Karlach had begun to pace a bit as Wyll and Gale returned from their search.

“We found a path leading down to an old village. We should be able to find our way back to the Myconid colony from there.” Wyll exclaimed.

“Winnie and Astarion aren't back yet.” Karlach huffed. “Something doesn't feel right…” The tall tiefling crossed her arms.

“They're probably on their way back now.” Shadowheart piped up.

“I don't know…I have a bad feeling in my gut.” Karlach’s tail swatted back and forth.

“Winnie and Astarion probably just got distracted canoodling or something like that.” Gale tried to calm her down.

“I'm going to look for them.” Karlach said before walking off, taking her battle-axe with her.

“I'm coming as well. Those two have spent enough time fornicating.” Lae'zel hissed. Shadowheart shook her head before getting up to follow them.

Back in the cove the fish folk had taken care of all of Winnie and Astarion’s wishes. The two were blissfully enjoying being pampered after weeks searching for a cure and fighting various foes. But of course all good things must come to an end. Scratch sniffed about as Winnie and her elven companion were enjoying the makeshift hot spring the fish folk had prepared for them.

The ivory furred canine detected the smell of smoke and scampered about to investigate, his nose soon leading him towards an area with several fire pits where the fish folk had seemed to be carving some kind of wooden statue that resembled Winnie. It was much taller than she was however and the Kuo-Toa were tossing more wood on the ground around it. Scratch tilted his head, brown eyes spotting one of the fish folk with ropes as the smart canine began to put the pieces together and growled before turning tail and running back to find his mistress. Winnie was drying off, sitting in her boxers and tank as she noticed the dog towards her, barking.

“Oh what does that dog want now?” Astarion huffed as he pulled his shirt back on over his head, white curls still dripping wet.

“Scratch? Is everything okay, boy?” Winnie looked at him with concern. Before anything else happened however, Scratch turned around and growled as the Kuo-Toa approached.

“Great Mahkloopah, we have prepared a ceremonial ritual to honor you and free you from these mortal chains.” The Kuo-Toa priest exclaimed.

“Uh…What?” Winnie blinked in confusion before two of the fish folk grabbed hold of her arms.

“Come great Mahkloopah, the ceremony must begin!” They led her off. Scratch growled and barked, chasing after them. Astarion rose an eyebrow as the fish people dragged Winnie off.

“I don't believe they're planning on braiding her hair. Probably best if I tagged along.” Astarion grabbed his rapier and bow before following after them.

Winnie was brought towards a gigantic wooden statue of herself.

“Hey whoa! What in the hells do you guys think you're doing?” Winnie yanked away from her followers as soon as she noticed the wood piled up around the statue.

“We must free you from your mortal flesh oh great one!” The fish priest exclaimed, “the fire will release your divine body from its mortal confines and then your reign will truly begin.”

“Fuck no, I'm not going to let you burn me alive!” Winnie growled and quickly got into a defensive stance.

“But great Mahkloopah! It is the only way your godly soul will be free!” The priest pressed, stepping towards Winnie with a determined look.

Suddenly an arrow hit the priest through the shoulder.

“I prefer my little blood bag raw, thank you.” Astarion was suddenly at Winnie’s side with his bow drawn. Scratch appeared along with him, teeth bared and snarling. The Kuo-Toa surrounded them, some of them grabbed nets as they prepared to attack.

“Do not let them escape! Our God must be freed!” The priest said clutching his arm. Winnie gritted her teeth, preparing to wildshape when suddenly something errupted from the ground. A massive bullette broke through the dirt with a roar, turning and beginning to attack the fish folk who quickly began grab their weapons and fight off the gigantic beast.

“I think that's our cue to escape.” Winnie said before grabbing hold of Scratch and Astarion and making a run for it. The trio quickly returned to the area where they'd come in and began climbing back up the vines, leaving the cove and Kuo-Toa behind. Once they reached the top however they noticed Karlach, Lae'zel and Shadowheart waiting for them.

“There you are! Where’ve you two been!?” Karlach asked. Winnie panted, pushing Scratch up to the top of the cliff.

“F-Fish…” Was all she seemed to be able to get out.

“Fish?” Lae'zel and Shadowheart looked at each other confused.

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Phew, got this out just before vacation. I kinda got very stumped by the end because this little encounter really doesn't have anything that happens after becoming Mahkloopah so I was like fuck it, low-key Pirates of The Caribbean reference. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

~Druid

Taglist: @vixstarria , @paganwitchisis , @kerwin290710 , @anukulee , @gobbodoggo

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selnyam · 2 months

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B A S I C S

Name: Flidais Oakclamber

Nicknames: 'Dais, Fli, Pinky

Age: 156, though she is

Nameday: 19th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon

Race: Veena Viera

Gender: Female

Orientation: Polyamorous Lesbian

Profession: Adventurer, Bodyguard, Blacksmith, Carpenter

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Pink Hair with dark tips

Eyes: Blue

Skin: Tanned

Tattoos/scars: Markings along either side of her nose (origin unknown) several scars from battle, deep scar encircling her throat that took her voice, which she covers with a choker

F A M I L Y

Parents: Unknown

Siblings: Tyjet, a twin 'sister', adopted as a sister by some of her Borlaqq friends

Grandparents: Uknown

In-laws and Other: Father-in-law on her wife's side

Pets: her trouble making Ruby Carbuncle "Ciabatta" he loves to steal clothing from Flidais and her visitors.

S K I L L S

Abilities: Formerly a powerful black mage, skilled Warrior, blacksmith, carpenter, bartending.

Hobbies: Reading, crafting, working out, flirting with women

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Seeks joy in everything, the world is so full of joy and love and she wants to share it with all.

Most Negative Trait: too quick to jump to violence, even if it's friendly sparring.

L I K E S

Colors: purples, pinks, blacks. Colours that go well with her hair

Smells: Campfire smoke, books, fresh baked pretzels, coffee

Textures: the lips of a lover, the cover of a book, the grain of wood as you strip the bark, sheets tangled around legs as you sleep.

Drinks: coffee, fruity teas, cherry ale, the "punchcat" she serves at her girlfriends bar

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: Can't, it causes too many problems to her throat wounds

Drinks: Goes to bars to meet women, often

Drugs: Has never really tried any, just never came up. Strange with how much time she spent among the Pixies.

Mount Issuance: She has a Chocobo issued from the Twin Adders who followed her when she transferred to the Maelstrom. She named her Sapphobo and has been her stalwart companion.

Been Arrested: by the time she started to get into trouble, she was either such a powerful mage or so strong and buff that guards are intimidated to arrest her. I was tagged by @hazelkjt !!! this was fun to do! I'll tag @ariaofsasha and @isayoldbean and of course anyone else who wants to do it!

#flidais oakclamber #ffxiv #ffxiv viera #ffxiv gpose #ffxiv sapphics #ffxiv wol

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buttered-water · 29 days

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Sunrise/Beetle Profile

Tribe - Sandwing

Winglet - Pearl

Colour - Sunrise gold

Relatives - Thorn (adoptive mother) None on site

Clawmates - Fragaria (Rainwing)

Favourite subject - Science

Least fav. subject - Art and Cultural Exchange (she likes these subjects. They’re her least favourite because Sunny teaches them)

Physical characteristics - hazel eyes, small jagged scar vertically across the snout, small size, slim frame

Other characteristics/personality - socially domineering, loves having the spotlight, grows agitated whenever anyone shows support for Queen Thorn (except for Qibli) (when asked, she showed no support for any of the other queens), has shown aggression towards Sunny (separate them as much as possible), Dragonbite Viper trainer/hunter/breeder/venom expert (basically if you need ANYTHING that's related to Dragonbite Vipers, she’s the dragon you go to), keeps two very polite venomless Dragonbite Vipers as pets (named Enigma and Ruby) (they are to be kept in their room at all times so to not scare other students), does not allow any dragons with authority to call her Beetle and reacts aggressively if they do (she seems to prefer students call her Beetle over Sunrise), loves gems and other shiny objects, has a big crush on Starflight, always defends her friends whenever they’re bullied (she immediately uses violence), responds well to praise. For as long as she can remember, Sunrise's happiness has always depended on being with others. Whether it is with Thorn or her winglet, she feels like nothing and miserable whenever she is alone. she desperately seeks social interactions, she'll even talk to her snakes and inanimate objects to not feel alone, she puts on a persona of a confident, glamorous, socially dominant, gets what she wants, type of attitude because that's what she saw Thorn doing in public

Backstory/Extra - Sunrise was taken in by the Outlaws since her parents died before she was born. Even though all the members took care of her, the one who took care of her the most was Thorn (this is also why she considers Qibli her brother because they were raised together). Sunrise loved Thorn more than anything in the world and considered her her mother. They had such a close bond that Thorn had accidentally called her Beetle sometimes (which is where she got the nickname from). The reason why she started learning about Dragonbite Vipers is because Thorn talked to her about how their population is rising exponentially and causing a lot of trouble for the dragons and she was trying to impress her. After the war ended, Thorn started talking to her less and less and started making excuses whenever Sunrise tried to talk to her. At first, Sunrise assumed it was because Thorn had a bunch of royal duties she had to attend to. However, then she learned about Sunny and saw how Thorn would always make time for Sunny but not her. The most recent event of this was around the time Jade Acadamy first started. Sunrise had gone to Thorn and told her that it was time for “Dragonbite Viper Roundup” (which is essentially hunting season turned game that Sunrise, Thorn, Qibli and a couple of other Outlaws would play. The objective was that whoever killed the most would win) and that there's a lot of them because they didn't do it last year and that it would only take around 4-6 hours. Thorn declined saying that her schedule for the day was filled. As Sunrise was leaving, Sunny came into the room and asked Thorn for help coming up with lesson plans and that it would only take around 4-6 hours. Sunrise felt a rush of emotions as Thorn agreed to help Sunny along with saying that she had the entire day open to help her. It was at this moment that she realised why Thorn wasn’t talking to her; It wasn’t because she was busy being queen; it was because she was replaced by Sunny and Thorn didn't care for her anymore (although she also realised that a way, she was the replacement and a substitute until Thorn found her “real” daughter) This led to Sunrise developing attachment and abandonment issues and a need to constantly try to prove her worth to her Winglet (the only friends she’s ever had) and to other dragons she respects so that they don't abandon her as Thorn did.

#wings of fire #wof #wof art #art #wings of fire art #wof oc #wof oc art #pearl winglet #ocs #oc #oc bio #wof sandwing

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aspoonofsugar · 1 year

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Just had a thought rewatching Pyrrha and Mercury’s fight that another reason Merc forfeited could’ve been the risk that Pyrrha would discover that it wasn’t just his legs that were robotic? And in that vein, maybe even subconsciously fear of her semblance and what it could do to him?

Hello anon!

I mean, I think consciously Merc forfeits because he has discovered Pyrrha's semblance and doesn't want to reveal too much about his own abilities...

However, I think the scene and Mercury's attitude towards winning and losing has a lot of subtext. I have commented on it in several posts, like these two.

MERCURY AND PYRRHA

Personally, I think Pyrrha has left an impression on Mercury, even if he doesn't show it. Specifically, I agree with you. Her semblance is a bad match up for Merc both on a practical and on a psychological level.

From a practical point of view, Pyrrha can win against Mercury just with her semblance. From a psychological point of view, Pyrrha can strip Mercury from his legs and coping mechanism, all at once. Mercury needs to believe Marcus's abuse has somehow made him stronger. It gave him mechanical legs (his triumph card) and strengthened his fighting abilities. Well, Pyrrha's fighting technique is top notch and she can take away Mercury's weapon. Surely, this isn't something that makes Mercury happy :P

In my opinion, Mercury's dialogue with Cinder later on kind of gives away his feelings over Pyrrha.

Cinder: Ah, the invincible girl. Mercury: She's smart, but I wouldn't say invincible.

First of all, he immediately refuses Pyrrha's nickname and tries to debunk it. Secondly, he looks for reassurance that Cinder (aka his authority/parental figure) can deal with her for him:

Mercury: You should be able to take her no problem.

And Cinder's answer summarizes their shared mentality:

Cinder: It's not about overpowering the enemy. It's about taking away what power they have. And we will, in time.

Why evolving yourself if you can take away others' powers? Why struggling to grow if you can just drag others down to your level?

This is Marcus's teaching in a nut-shell. And isn't it interesting Cinder's wording references the idea of "taking away people's powers", when Marcus stole Mercury's semblance?

WINNING AND LOSING

All of this brings to Mercury's twisted vision of winning and losing. In a nutshell, the importance isn't to win, but not to lose or to make the other lose.

Consider Mercury's major fights at Beacon... with the exception of the Vytal Festival first 2 rounds, he basically never wins, but also never really loses.

He fights Pyrrha, but forfeits before the fight gets real and it is discovered who is the best fighter. He technically loses, but it doesn't matter because he succeeds at finding useful info.

He fights Yang, but doesn't really have to worry about winning because the plan is for him to throw the match. So, he isn't really forced to give his best in order to win. That is "dumb", while manipulating things from behind the scenes is "cooler". Again, Mercury loses, but in the end he accomplishes what he must. And delivers a worse humiliation/setback to Yang.

He fights Ruby and there is not a clear resolution to their fight. However, once again Mercury manages to stall his opponent, so that things work out according to plan. He doesn't hurt Ruby, but by the end she is left crying and desperate.

Throughout the first volumes Mercury either fights opponents he can easily defeat (the panther faunus, Coco and Yatsuhashi) or faces stronger opponents with the sole purpose of dragging them down. The objective is not to lose or to make the other lose, never to win. This protects Mercury's ego, but ends up being damaging in the long run because it doesn't let Mercury face his shortcomings. Hence the moment he really fails (aka Heaven), he reacts with frustration in a way, which is almost childish. Still, this is exactly the point. Deep down, Mercury is a child, whose growth has been stunted by abuse and violence. So, he needs to believe others are just as frail and breakable as he is to get going.

Thank you for the ask!

#rwby #mercury black #anonymous #asksfullofsugar

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ladydisastah · 2 years

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A descent into Madness (pt 1)

(A/N) Hot and needs anger management class anyway we have Duke Trovi, older brother of our beloved Empress Navier Ellie Trovi. Also requested by @Purplegodesses. (On wattpad) Enjoy :3

Narrative POV.

-Have you heard about it?

-About what?

-The Empress' lady-in-waiting has a romantic relationship with her majesty's brother.

All this drama wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for that wench the emperor calls his concubine. You see, Rashta didn't really like her last encounter with Navier and decided to make her entourage miserable starting with you, Navier's most trusted lady-in-waiting. You see, Kosair always had a sort of affection towards you and didn't really hide it either. It was common knowledge among the maids of the palace. Rashta wanted to dig up dirt on you and one of her maids decided to tattletale.

Flashback to 1 year ago

Kosair decided it would be a good idea to visit his baby sister, when he entered the room that's when he saw you. You weren't in the most graceful position right now as he saw your mid sneeze face, but to him you were absolute beauty. While discussing with Navier and making her try the numerous gifts he gave her, he kept looking at you, it made you uncomfortable and you politely asked if you could retire Navier clearly seeing your discomfort allowed you to do so. When you left the room Kosair started asking question about you. What is your noble rank? What's your name? What's your favorite food? Who are you and why god decided to grace him that day with such beauty? (I don't care what you look like irl but lemme say that you're pretty)

You were strolling down the halls while reading a book before a voice suddenly called your name, well- not your name but your nickname "Lady Pea" (If someone get's the reference you're as corny as me). It was so sudden that your hands gorilla gripped the book and you shrieked like a banshee. When you turned around to reprimand whoever scared you like that you saw a male version of your beloved majesty. You immediately bowed before trying to avoid social interaction with that himbo. But he was way quicker than you and (gently) grasped your wrist.

He suddenly kneeled as if he was going to ask for your hand. He took your hand before looking at you giving you a big grin, to which your face started to burn as you awkwardly smiled. He then said

-I am Kosair heir to Duke Trovi. And I gift you with this.

He then left like a smooth criminal, when you recollected your thoughts and opened your hand, you saw a ring, it was beautiful, no words can describe it's beauty except for that it's made with gold and it's inlaid with a ruby. You smiled as if it was a second reflex and ran to your room.

End of the 1 year flashback

While picking flowers in the garden to make a flower crown in the garden you saw the Emperor's side-piece. You hid behind the hedges as you saw one of Navier's former lady-in-waiting, it wasn't that much of a surprise when you learnt that she became her lady-in-waiting as you deduced that the emperor forced her to do so. Rashta thought seeing your (f/c) dress but quickly dismissed it. You sighed in relief before continuing your antics. You see, someone dear to you was going to visit you and they could arrive at any hour, you knew that they liked flowers, so you decided to put a flower crown and put on the finest jewelry you owned.

Some months ago

Kosair and you were taking a walk in the whole palace as Kosair told you his military prowess' , you smiled and sometimes laughed at his antics and how under all those glares, threats and mentality that violence is the solution, he is compassionate and caring. You then ran into the emperor to which you both bowed. He simply glared before going away. You frowned at his rudeness. Which didn't go unnoticed by Kosair. He cupped your chin and asked you:

-What troubles you?

-It's...his majesty, I've always desired to be in his good graces but I simply get ignored. My sister and I made a bet that I will never get a compliment from a high-ranking noble and that I never be en-

-You are the most beautiful woman I laid my eyes upon.

You stopped rambling and your face heated up. Your eyes started tearing up at how embarrassed you were and flustered as the only man who gave you compliments was your father. Kosair then apologized as his goal wasn't to make you feel sad. But the way you held hid hand to keep it on your chin made it very clear that he shouldn't feel bad about you crying.

End of the some months ago flashback

You heard from some maids that the person you were waiting for finally came, you didn't immediately run to greet them because that would be embarrassing and inappropriate for both of you, so you had to wait during 30 minutes before their arrival to your room. Little did they know one of (T)Rashta's maids was following them. Th slowly opened the door as you turned around and saw them or more him.

-Kosair!

-Lady Pea!

He walked to you taking big strides and hugged you tightly lifting you off the floor. You hugged him back before stroking his magnificent long blonde hair. He then inhaled and said:

-You smell divine.

When you opened your eyes you saw (t)Rashta spying you from the opening of the door you flinched before glaring at her which made her whimper and scatter away, yes, you'll be in some trouble later but you didn't care at that moment.

Okay I'm really sorry that I wrote this late and that it sucks but I did my best, have a good day or night, be nice to other kids, Please read "Men of the Harem" bc there is some hot guy material there, okay love you bye. 💕❤

#kosair #the remarried empress #navier #kosair x Reader

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hamstyandfriends · 8 months

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MIND - THE DEMON OF THOUGHTS

Common knowledge:

Species: Half-demon — Half demon cat, half elementian mortal cat

Nicknames: Filthy demon; The Dark Prince; Mastermind; Puppeteer; One-eye; Rebel

Birthday: Unknown year, January 13.

Age: Unknown — Demons never count their age

Sex: Male

Gender: Labels himself as agender, but still uses he/him pronouns, also they/them

Sexual orientation: Demisexual & Heteroromantic

Element (magical power): Thought — Has the power to read and feel everyone's thoughts around him, and possess them by getting into their head. This way, he can make them do anything he wants, or even kill them without a single clawmark.

Home: Elementia —> Common Region —> Queen Nekora's Palace

Physical appearence: Tall, skinny male cat. His fur is mostly white, with bright, colorful patterns. His cheek, chest and tail fur are extra fluffy. He doesn't have any horns or wings like most demons do, but he does have wickedly sharp teeth and claws. His eye is ruby red, though the right one is missing completely. He has a nasty scar along his left eye, and a ripped right ear. He wears a tight black collar, with red claws on it. He has a tired, but fierce look on his face, often with a wicked grin.

Relationships:

Mother: Aspen — Elementless mortal. Died after giving birth

Father: RedDevil — Descendant of ancient demons, purebred demon. Left Mind after a few years, and they never met again

Twin brother: Secret — Betrayed Mind, and in return, he killed him and ripped out all of his claws

Adoptive mother: Queen Nekora — She found Mind almost right after the mess with Secret. She took Mind in, willing to raise the poor thing as her own son

Adoptive brothers: Venix, Neonflame & Adder — Actually, they're Nekora's nephews. She raised them to save them from their abusive father, so they became Mind's siblings. After the queen's mysterious death, they became the Three Kings of Elementia, AKA Mind's newest rivals

Mate/Lover: Eclipse — A duchess from the neighbouring region, DarkLand. She gave up her title and home to be with her one true love, only to find out about Mind's dirty lies

Daughter: Soul — Mind never got to know her, as he died before her birth. But from the afterlife, he still manipulated Soul to be his very own little plaything, a puppet which he can take sweet revenge with

Personality & Beliefs

Personality — Mind usually acts harsh, aggressive, and lonesome. He's pretty hostile towards everyone, especially to strangers. Just what you would expect from a demon

Identity — He struggles with his own identity; He never truly felt like a demon, neither a mortal. He has a very controversal personality; Often has stated that he hates being a demon, yet refers to his demonic traits as an excuse to his violence and morals

Prince — He technically counts as a prince, being the queen's adopted son, and being allowed and expected to show up on every important event. Even if he denied it, he was technically spoiled by Queen Nekora. Strangely, even after it came to the public eye that Mind is responsible for multiple murders, she never punished him in any way. Instead, she used him as a secret assassin to quickly get rid of her enemies

Demon — Being half a demon, he naturally has the instinct to kill; Kill everything that bothers him. He usually tries to push it down, but there are times when he just can't. He has murdered a good amount of cats in his life, most of them with his own teeth and claws. And if that wasn't enough, he got rid of the evidence like any other demon... Eating the victim

The Vow — Besides killing, demons have another primal instinct; To breed. Luckily, this instinct in Mind is weaker than the other. And after he made enough research about his species, he made a vow to himself; That he would never commit himself to anyone. Because, it's common knowledge that a female mortal can not handle the kittens of a male demon. So, if not from the books, then from the very example of his own parents, Mind knows that affairs often have consequences like these. And he wouldn't want to take anyone's life like this. This, and a lot of other cons against mortal-demon relationships, he made a promise to himself that he would always stay alone. And this would've never been a problem, if Lady Eclipse of DarkLand didn't steal his heart, forever...

Equality — Mind always wanted one thing in his life, to feel equal to mortal cats. Demons were always viewed as dangerous, unreliable creatures. And even though he knew that most of these stereotypes were true, he still felt like he's nothing like that. So he became obsessed with the idea of being the same as anyone else, yet still standing out, not realizing that this is not about equality anymore, but about power

Trust — Mind was always a loyal cat to anyone he felt like he could trust. First his brother, then his queen, and lastly, his lover. And after each "betrayal", he became more and more bitter towards the world. First killing his brother, then murdering his queen after realizing that she never trusted in him in the first place, because of his origin. And lastly, trying to murder his own lover, obsessed with the thought that everyone is against him. But this time, he ended up on the wrong side of the dagger

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himbos-hotline · 8 months

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tell me about your OCs 👀👀👀

Okay so I have a LOT oc aew ocs because theres so many little guys there that I wanted to make a special little guy for! super big help from my sibling who was always like "do we need another bab?" and then I nod.

Im putting them under a read more option cuz theres SO FUCKING MANY

Jayden Gray Orton: Jay

My most special of gals. They are the girls,gays and the theys! A wrestler for AEW that started off in the JAS before joining the BCC and now a member of the elite [ish...kinda like elite adjacent] Her pronouns are: He/They/She/Zem with no real prefrence. Zey simply ARE gender! a pop-punk bitch whose made of love and violence, can and will bleed and also break a few of their hearing aids in the way- has been wrestling since they were 13- adores regal with everything. Dating the polycule: Wheeler Yuta, Kenny Omega, Hangman Page and Adam Cole [baybay]

Iris rose:

Technically my siblings OC but my child-in-law [@itsnoosetome] The sweetest little southern bell. Wish we could say that we named her after the Orvelle peck song but we sadly didnt. The best sweet trans gal youll meet, sweet to adam cole and dating brit baker dmd. A doctor with AEW, Iris has seen and heard pretty much, and stitched Darby up enough times that its become her daily task. Pronouns are: She/They

Delilah Hart:

Not related to the Hart family, Think more Roxie hart from Chicago. Another trans girl in the medical staff. Delilah was and has been there since the start of the company. very quiet and rather shy. They went to the same highschool as Max- being the new kid when they moved from Tuscany Italy to Long Island. Married too Chuck Taylor despite them "not remembering the wedding" since Delilah hadn't finished her medical transition. Mostly fluent in Italian, Delilah is trying their best and is a skill, kindhearted sweetheart whose not afraid of people. Gets worn down quickly by people who ask stupid questions

Rosalind Emmerson:

The dress maker for Delilahs wedding. Got into wrestling as a ring announcer in CZW/PWG/other indy shows. Chuck introduced her and Orange and they striked up a quick friendship, the two of them being total opposites as people. Being of spanish decent, Rosa started working in mexico and eventually was hired by AEW. Pronouns she/it. They identify as nonbinary

Sparrow Elmswood:

Nicknamed Splash because of constantly being covered in paint, Splash helps with set design for promos as well as clothes design. A loud, boisterous but gentle demiboy- Sparrow uses all pronouns but she/her. He enjoys space and always has a notebook. Splash also frequents the production truck to help make entrance videos/video packages and loves it. Shipped with jungle boy

Nathaniel ''Natty' Paccoto:

sometimes something short and sweet comes in small packages and for Natty thats very true. Another demiboy they work for the ring crew- setting up and taking down the ring as well as stocking weapons [and making sure danhausen is okay under there]. regularly found taking naps backstage during the show or playing basketball they quickly grab Nick Jacksons attention as friends and then something just a little more. Natty takes a little while to become aware with the world but once he knows thats happening- boy do they not shut up. Pronouns are he/him. Never seen without a headband/something on his head

Elenore 'ellie' Kingston:

A camera woman for AEW, Ellie is regularly seen with her brother or outside the arena taking pictures that most could consider macarbe. She is very femmine and soft despite all the anger that she has- this leads to her pushing emotions down. The camera person that Jay attacks when they debut with the JAS [Jay didnot want too] Ellie adores her job. dating Ruby Soho just because Eddie would not shut the fuck up about her ["Look if I go on a date with her..will you ask mox out?" "deal.." "deal"]

Lyric Senericha:

Ricky as they are known are the older sibling of HOOK. Mostly around backstage to support their father/brother Lyric is bright and happy and reguarly helps out backstage just wanting to be useful. Aroace they and matt are platonicly dating. They are the triple AAA and reguarly found trying to get people to try the milkshakes from whatever store is the closest. Their pronouns are they/them

Anne Reed:

Your sterotypical happy go lucky nothing can go wrong young woman. Shes bright and bouncy picture a golden retriever and you have anne. She adores pirates and kandi beads. Crushing on John silver, she just thinks hes a pirate in discuse. She also works in the clothing department and she adores halloween. Anne is so much like emlo

Dana Mallory:

Dana works back home in indiana, working on merch designs for the best friends and especially Trent's ring gear and stuff. Her and trent met sharing the same ward after spinal surgery. Dana is an ambigatory wheelchair used.

Sylvester Harwood:

Not related to Dax, Sly is the one to help wrestlers with high spots. A former star of stage and screen as a skateboarder and rollerblade star, Darbys attention was grabbed instantly, now xey just vibe. despite their love for trying to kill themselves, Xey are pretty chill. Loves using outdated slang

Coal Cindela:

A former drag king turned makeup artist. Coal is facinated by brody king. Theres not much to say about coal apart from the fact they're outgoing and bubbly. pronouns are They/He/Fae. They adore fireflies and primarily exist at night.

Aiko Wanatabe:

A young traumatised person Aiko was born and raised harshly in Kyushu, Japan. A Kenny friend and is the first one to notice DiD traits in him. Aiko is rather quiet and withdrawn When she slowly warms to you she quietly takes care of you, gives you some of her food if you look hungry, gives gently pat pats to make feel better. She pratically clings to riho- her safe person.

Kyanite Wyatt:

little sister is the late bray wyatt. Kyan moved to aew to help with security. a total opposite of his brother and love interest they start appearing on BTE. crushing on brandon. No he also doesnt understand why. Kyan likes spicy things and likes biting on things

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our-reality · 2 years

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ok if i don’t ask i’m going to go insane forever. GRABS YOU . TELL ME ABOUT THESE GAY LITTLE OCS

UAAHWBABSNENSBFNSNGBDNDBFMSDBRB FUCK OKAY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

might throw up forever trying to formulate this in a. coherent way but I'LL TRY !!!!!!!!!!

ok uhehdhrjtkg i currently have 7 named ocs, those being ruby, java, python, swift, c+, vysel, and requiem. yes ik the first five are named after programming languages it doesn't mean anything though HEJSBRJSJFJDKGNG uh. i will try to be brief with them because i could honestly sit here forever talking about them and i actually wanna answer this ask so. L

uuhhshdhdhb first up is ruby!!!! she's like. the main character. along with java :3 she's very very sweet and makes friends w pretty much anyone (in fact 2 of her 3 best friends at the moment are people she literally found on the street and was like you. me. friends. NOW) she cares so much and she has so much compassion but she wears her heart out on her sleeve all the time and she. I LOVE HER SO MUCH SHE'S EVERYTHING TO MEEEEEEEE

and w her is java !! java's like. the co-main character and she's very lowkey, esp next to ruby LOL she's also ever so slightly bitchy and blunt sometimes but i promise it's the autism and the Troubled Childhood you gotta believe me . she is also very gay for women and is absolutely pining over ruby <333333 (they get together by the end though so it's okay LOVE WINS 🎉🎉🎉)

uhhhhhh next is python and he's an asshole forever . but real talk it's the assigned funnyman of the group but in the condescending n annoying way but IT'S A FACADE he actually cares so much about its friends forever and can be mature and wise when he needs to but it BURIES its FEELINGS in SARCASM!!!!!!!! (and maybe violence) also he's 8'3" cuz suprise it was a god at one point who forfeited its god powers to be a human . that's also why his eyes n teeth r bright yellow and he has strange markings everywhere lol oops

and next is swift !!!!!! sky's the dogsitter of the entire universe good for them LMAO she's still a god and used to be work partners/best friends w python before he fucking Left but let's not worry about that <333333 anyways she's very calm and elegant and they always put the interests of others before skyself whcih . uh . can be a good or bad trait depending on how you look at it but sky's trying SO HARD leave them alone . also they like to be alone a lot and they would play the flute and read books if skies role in the universe allowed them to have Hobbies

next is c+!! that's not his actual name i promise it's a nickname because he doesn't like ppl knowing his actual name . he's definitely the least plot relevant of the seven but he's still so silly 2 me <3 he's that character trope of a guy who's somehow done Everything and worked Every Job Ever but can't hold down any of them so he just pulls random anecdotes about his internship at NASA out his ass and no one believes him (least of all his good buddy java) but he also has a lot going on under the surface . which is preddy neat :3c

then there's vysel. i hate him so much. blond hair blue eyes son of a bitch . he's a former swing turned alt rock artist who got popular for being hot and shippable i guess . also he's a reanimated corpse piloted by evil spirits but shhhh no one knows that (though it would probably add to his sex appeal if ppl did know . so.) he's like the biggest bitch forever and ever he is very celebritycore mentally i'm ripping him apart with my teeth . he uses his visual illusion powers TO GIVE HIMSELF BLOND HAIR BLUE EYES WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

uhhh and then finally requiem !!!!!! they're very socially closed off and hates talking to like. Anyone and Everyone. including their parents i mean what . they wear fucking only black and white clothing and their hair is Also black and white and it's like bro get a better wardrobe got DAMN!!!!!!!@!@@!@@!! they don't really become relevant until the "second season" because i like to think of my own story as like. a tv show . because i'm just like that but when they do they become VERY important cuz they're kinda the whole reason ruby and java were involved in this story . the narrative plagues their being with every second that they breathe. they will never be free.

UHHH YAH THAT'S MAINLY PERSONALITY WISE because if i sat talking about their roles in the story or their relationships with each other past the surface level or god forbid their backstories i'd be here for 8 billion years so. YIPPEE ^_^

#ruby #java #python #swift #c+#vysel #requiem #i care about them SO MUCH. BONK YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO ME FOREVER AND EVER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#GRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #also sorry i had to. break for setting the table and eating dinner. THE MISERY !!!#i hope ur still awake LMFAO

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uncrvwned · 1 year

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cassana bolton

tl;dr : i'm feeling still pretty vague on cass! she is absolutely a bolton through and through; a quiet land, a quiet people, with far more of roose in her than ramsay - though she's entirely original, not related to either. a quiet violence, a calculating mind, a careful plotter, with little empathy or desire for love. she wants power, but not in a flashy way; she wants to control every part of her life, and she isn't afraid to destroy others to establish absolute command. she's an eldest daughter, likely an only heir, and if she did have brothers she would ensure she outlived them - she's heir to the dreadfort, so any man who wed her would become lord bolton, which makes her both a prize (for a younger son) and a curse (any heir would be expected to give up his own lands). literally god forbid a woman does anything. hotd/dance era focused.

☼☾ full name : cassana bolton

☼☾ nickname(s) : cass

☼☾ title : lady of the dreadfort

☼☾ age : verse dependant

☼☾ date of birth : born in midwinter

☼☾ place of birth : the dreadfort, the north

☼☾ gender : cis female

☼☾ pronouns : she/her

☼☾ sexuality : bisexual biromantic, but such a narcissist that it doesn't matter

☼☾ early life

☼☾ parents : lord bolton, northern mother - verse dependant. doesn't really slot into the main asoiaf verse easily so would need to be plotted - defaults to domeric's younger sister.

☼☾ siblings : tba

☼☾ other family : relatives of her mother - likely distantly related to the starks

☼☾ personality

coming soon!!

☼☾ appearance

☼☾ hair : dark brown, lighter in the summer months, with a slight wave. kept tamed and neat.

☼☾ eyes : pale blue, disconcerting, almost empty, pitiless.

☼☾ notable features : attractive and pretty in the same way a marble statue is, with little warmth or charisma. can come across as a perfect lady, introverted, even shy, but the fact is that she's always watching and that is unnerving after a while in her company.

☼☾ clothing & style : dark clothing with splashes of bolton pink and red. likes gowns slashed with her house colours, jewellery of rubies and garnets, and often wears blood-drop earrings.

☼☾ character inspiration : roose bolton (asoiaf), jadis the white witch (narnia), maleficent (disney)

#( oc bios )#( ft. cassana | info )#just using these for brainstorming tbh!

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chaosbled · 1 year

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{ ABOUT ARAHABAKI }

Warning: The following character biography contains HEAVY subject matter including but not limited to — emotional & physical abuse, death, murder, descriptions of graphic physical violence, exploitation, severe mental issues, suicidal ideation, suicide of a lover, family dysfunction, substance abuse, medical experimentation, medical abuse & more. If any of these are a major trigger for you I heavily suggest not following this blog. HOWEVER, if you are really interested in writing more feel free to DM for a summarized, less upsetting recap for plotting purposes.

NAME: Arahabaki

ALIASES / NICKNAMES: Arashi Nakahara { a ‘human’ name chosen after being told his real one was too much of a mouthful & that it would cause suspicion; Arashi means ‘Storm’ }; Ara { ‘Iron’ }; Baki; God of Calamity; Chaos Incarnate; the Dark One; Hahaki { ‘Snake Tree’ }; Tatsu Mi { ‘Dragon Snake’ }; Iron God; God of Fire; Servant of the Gods; Beast of the Gods; Arahabaki of the Black Flames

SPECIES: Kami { God }

GENDER: Genderfluid { usually male presenting but not always, goes by he / him or they / them when male, or she / her & they / them when female }

AGE: 5,212 { Ageless; Physically 22 }

D.O.B: Approx. 3190 B.C.; ‘Reborn’ in the early-mid 2000s { Merged with 7-year-old Chuuya Nakahara }

HOMETOWN / BIRTHPLACE: Somewhere in the Northeast region of Ancient Japan

NATIONALITY: Japanese

APPEARANCE / STYLE: While connected to the Ability user Chuuya on a physical level, Arahabaki looks identical to him in every way, with the exception that the deep red markings of Corruption on his skin are ‘always’ present as a clear indication that the two have swapped places. After they are separated physically but still connected to one another, the God is able to change his appearance however he pleases, & begins to do so after his own personality begins to develop. Usually this is still based on Chuuya’s form since it’s the one the deity has had for the last 15 or so years, & he claims to be ‘comfortable’ with it now. However, to help distinguish the two of them, his hair is changed to a deep raven black around others & his irises are a eep, piercing ruby red. When he’s trying to appear threatening to mortals, he will sometimes grow to be as tall as 8ft in height, with his preferred default height being around 6′4″. He will also let the Corruption markings burn through his clothes in order to intimidate him. As his powers are a tad limited in his human body, Arahabaki can physically stench himself to about 8′5″ before it starts to become a physical struggle due to the strain it takes on his mortal body.

As a human, he quickly adapts to his own sense of style, procuring several stainless steel & black piercings in his ears. In his left ear he has a hoop helix piercing, 2 studs in the lobe & 1 hoop in the lobe as well as a conch. On the right side he has an industrial bar, 3 studs on the lobe & 2 studs in his helix. He also has a black stainless steel tongue stud, & an apadravya piercing down below (this transfers over to his femme form as well). He is a fit, athletic looking young man with a prominent jaw & a mischievous grin. Ara often wears dark, torn up skinny jeans or leather pants, combat steel toed boots & black leather jackets over deep earth toned t-shirts or tank tops. Other jewellery he wears consists of a stainless steel metallic choker around his throat, a couple of thin loose silver necklaces, & black leather bracelets. He usually has chipped black nail polish on his fingers. His black hair is most often worn down, framing his face & eyes, but occasionally he’ll have it pulled up out of the way & in a ponytail for the sake of keeping it from his face. His style remains much the same in his femme form but he’ll more often wear skirts, dresses & makeup, fishnet tights & heels.

His fully powered physical form is unknown to most & due to his memory trouble after being bound to Chuuya, even Ara himself has a difficult time of describing what he ‘looks’ like to most people, usually settling on telling them he’s “not quite Eldritch, but definitely inhuman, with one large violet eye & many legs”. In his in between state (as seen by Rimbaud at the creation of Suribachi City), he looks like an extremely large, tall, almost spider-like creature (perhaps 10 or 11 feet tall) with a long thick prehensile tail, fur made of black contorting flames & blazing red eyes, vaguely resembling a human being crouched on all fours. He grows elongated claws & canine like fangs. In this form, there is a constant gravitational pull around him as though the laws of physics are bending to his will, & the ground is cracking beneath his steps.

PERSONALITY: Despite what many may think of him due to his titles appearance & abilities, Arahabaki doesn’t consider himself to be “Evil.” As a God, he is the embodiment of his domain, & a force of nature or science, as all Gods are. They don’t merely control this element, they are it, they cause it simply by existing with every breath they take. Asking him not to be catastrophic would be like asking the God of Death to not allow any humans to die - it’s simply not possible. He believes that nature is certainly cruel & unfortunate at times, but that it cannot be evil, as evil requires one to have a moral code to turn against in the first place & the intent to do wrong; but there are no rhyme or reason to natural disasters, they simply happen. That being said, Ara is aware that the interference of divine force can influence humanity, in both positive & negative ways. He believes that, as a result, humans & gods need & depend on one another. As the divine personification of calamity & prowess, Ara can thus be extremely reckless when in an adrenaline-fueled state, often acting bloodthirsty, & wildly seeking pleasure in the thrill of life-endangering situations. Contrary to his devastation over his new status as ‘semi human’, he loves the fact he’s no longer completely invincible, as though it brought back a motivation to live. He takes absolute joy in being hedonistic in his spare time, frequently indulging in casual sex, gratuitous fighting, alcohol... among other substances.

In the beginning, Ara very much looks down upon humans with nothing but wary contempt, seeing them as little more than annoying insects, albeit ones who were able to put him through hell & back. He becomes enraged at any suggestions that the gods are responsible for the suffering of people, pointing out that humans are more than capable of doling out extreme cruelty of their own accord, which he experienced a great deal of when subjected to involuntary scientific experimentation by the Japanese military & government, & also by viewing life through Chuuya’s eyes for close on two decades. As a result of this undesired bond, some of Chuuya’s ow habits have rubbed off on Ara; he sees betrayal as a disgusting crime & is infuriated by the senseless slaughter of people to achieve selfish personal goals, as well as deeply protective of those he has deemed his ‘allies’ (it takes him a bit to grasp the concept of friendship, particularly when he initially views people as though they are akin to pets). Ara is extremely bitter over the fact that none of his family or devoted followers ever attempted to search for him when he was captured, but he denies caring about it, claiming he is immune to such trivial emotions as feeling hurt or scared. Ara tends to be a quick - tempered yet loyal creature, but one prone to dramatics & a childlike curiosity about the human world, as well as enjoying his renewed freedom with a vigor he didn’t previously possess. That said, he’s not without his trouble after the separation as he quickly identifies Chuuya as an important being in his life & becomes almost codependent with him, suffering mood swings & depressive episodes as he struggles to come to terms with his unwanted humanity & his abandonment by his family.

BIOGRAPHY: There are many myths about Arahabaki, & very little definitive information about him, as it is often entangled with ancient history, folklore, & a web of lies or misunderstood historical information. There are theories about him originating as a god of iron production, a god of protection, a snake-dragon god, & more, including speculation that Arahabaki was related to or an epithet of Ōmononushi, a seafaring deity. Before he was summoned & subsequently captured by the Japanese government, Arahabaki had already been more or less forgotten as a deity in modern Japan, whose two main religions consist of Shinto & Buddhism. He existed prior to Shinbutsu-shūgō (the syncretism between Kami/Japanese gods, & Buddhas - at one point separated, then becomig linked, before forcibly being separated by the government at the time though remaining interwoven to different degrees), & prior to Emperor Jimmu, making him well over 3000 years old. Because his history is so muddled due to his age & captivity, even to himself, he cannot recall exactly how old he is, though he was not among the first Kami to exist in the region.

The truth is, Arahabaki is actually over 5,000 years old, born in the Jōmon period predating the Japanese Imperial family, back when humanity was mainly comprised of hunter-gatherers. He also predates the oldest & most well known mythologies about Japan’s gods & creatures, the Kojiki & Nihon Shoki, dating from the 6th to the 8th centuries respectively. Although, as a god, he is influenced by the modern thought of people; as Kami & Buddhism became inexplicably linked over the years, so to did Arahabaki with both of these religious / cultural practices. As for who eactly he is, well...

Arahabaki is the youngest offspring of Susanoo-no-Mikoto & his wife, originally a deity of storms, protection, healing, & blacksmithing / iron production. His story is a long & tragic one, for he was not always considered a being of chaos & destruction. Overlooked & dismissed as a child in favour of his older & more powerful brothers & sisters, Ara began to act much like his father prior to being expelled; wild & impetuous. When Amo-no-Oshihomimi declined to rule the Earth & opted instead to send his son Ninigi-no-Mikoto instead, who would be the grandfather to eventual Emperor Jimmu, they had no idea the war that awaited them. When the Emperor was expanding through his expedition to the east, he came into conflict with Nagasunehiko, the head of a local ruling family in Yamato. By this point Arahabaki was worshipped all along Japan’s northern regions as a god of defiance & prowess due to his antics, even used as a figure for wars that would erupt due to his rebellious nature.

However, Prince Nagasunehiko began to worship Arahabaki & called upon him for help to protect his ancestral lands during the expedition of Jimmu, to which Arahabaki agreed, though this led to an almost fanatical obsession with the god when he appeared to the Prince, causing others to believe Nagasunehiko had gone crazy. Eventually, he took the Prince on as his lover. When the Emperor invaded Kusaenosaka, Nagasunehiko fought back with Arahabaki’s help. During battle, the Emperor’s older brother Itsuse no Mikoto was struck by an arrow, & later died of infection.

This death outraged the gods & was seen as an act of pure spite for them & their lineage by a kami they viewed as being the spitting image of his father in his younger years, & Amaterasu had Arahabaki banished, leading to him being considered an evil figure when the rumours of what happened reached the moral world, & he was soon declared a sign of misfortune & deceit. This marked the young god as a devil-like figure & led to him being scorned, to the point where his own relatives either did not notice or didn’t care when he suddenly vanished after being captured by the Japanese government in the late 1900s, who at the time were experimenting with creating artificial Abilities amidst the outbreak of Great War. Arahabaki has never forgiven his family for abandoning him when he needed them most, or for his banishment, which caused Prince Nagasunehiko — his lover — to commit suicide in his shame after being defeated.

No one knows exactly how the Japanese military managed to capture & restrain a god, not even Arahabaki himself, as the experimentation by N & his scientist team & the merging with Chuuya erased a great deal of his memories between when he was captured to when he was freed by Paul Verlaine & Arthur Rimbaud, resulting in a massive explosion that created a giant crater in Yokohama, which later became known as Suribachi City, & the records about said experiments no longer exist. All he knows is that he was trapped, alone in the darkness, suffering, for years, & then there was light & overwhelming pain. When he came to he was in a solid form, a small child, & his powers had been severely dampened; when he spoke no words came out of his human mouth. He was shackled to Chuuya Nakahara, without any free will of his own. When Chuuya used Corruption for the first time, Arahabaki was ecstatic - finally, he was the one in control of their shared body! But alas, he wasn't. Instead, when Corruption is activated, the government experiments on him send Arahabaki into a state of uncontrollable violent rage, destroying everything around him & seeking out more chaos, even as he feels their own body breaking down from the strain, he has no control over it. Thus began Arahabaki's life as a pseudo-imaginary friend to Chuuya, unable to do anything but see & hear through his eyes & ears, occasionally mustering the strength to talk to the boy - not that he ever listened - unable to act on his own unless called upon through the power of Corruption. For almost 16 years he lived this way...

Until one day, Arahabaki woke up, inexplicably in his own body, but with a tattoo on his chest in ancient writing indicating that he was still connected to Chuuya, psychically. With his newfound ability to move once more, Ara decided it would be his mission to find out why this happened, who freed him, for what purpose, & how to severe his tie to Chuuya entirely so they no longer needed to rely upon each other.

FAMILY: Susanoo-no-Mikoto { Father }, Kushinada-hime { Mother }, numerous older brothers & sisters, Ichikishima, Tagitsu & Tagori / Munakata Goddesses { Paternal Half Sisters }, Ōtoshigami { Paternal Half Brother Brother }, Ukanomitama { Paternal Half Brother }, Ōkuninushi { Brother }, Suseribime { Paternal Half Sister }, Oshihomimi, Hohi, Amatsuhikone, Ikutsuhikone, & Kumano-no-Kusubi { Paternal Half Brothers }. Amaterasu { Aunt }, Tsukuyomi { Uncle }, Izanami { Paternal Grandmother }, Izanagi { Paternal Grandfather }, Tenazuchi { Maternal Grandmother }, Ashinazuchi { Maternal Grandfather }. Chuuya Nakahara { Friend & Former Host }.

POWERS / ABILITIES: As with the majority of divine beings, Arahabaki possesses superhuman speed, strength, balance, dexterity, endurance & reflexes, as well as highly advanced senses including the ability to detect poison & the use of magic. In his fully powered, unbound form, Arahabaki becomes the living embodiment of chaos & destruction, without suffering the negative & potentially fatal consequences such as his boy breaking down due to his own strength. In this form, Arahabaki is nigh-invulnerable, impervious to most weapons, & can heal from other supernaturally inflicted injuries with ease. He can also cause massive amounts of damage by using his corruption & gravity manipulation to wreak absolute havoc on the environment & those unfortunate enough to cross his path. In this form, similarly to Lovecraft, he can’t be permanently killed. He can be seriously wounded & rendered temporarily incapacitated, but he will not die.

In this form, gravity ceases to mean anything in his immediate vicinity; trees will uproot & lift into the air, buildings ripped free from their foundation as powerful winds slice the air & a terrifying, glowing red & black aura seems to consume his body like a raging inferno, the earth cracking under every step he takes as structures & nature itself bend & warp from the pull of his Singularity. In this form, he is the embodiment of pure, chaotic destruction. His ability to corrupt & damage is not limited to the environment, & he is also able to break a personal mentally, giving him dominion over sanity manipulation, as he is able to twist & warp a human’s thoughts until they are just as corrupted as he is. He also has the ability to shapeshift into just about anything he desires, & has some empathy & telepathy powers, able to sense some of what those around him are thinking & feeling. Notably, he retains an almost psychic connection with Chuuya that allows them to feel when the other is in distress. While separated physically, Chuuya no longer has the ability to activate Corruption on his own, requiring physical contact with Arahabaki while saying the trigger words; in return for this new limitation, Arahabaki is now capable of shutting off his Corrupted form at will once the enemy is defeated.

STRENGTHS / TALENTS: Despite his lack of experience in the human world, Arahabaki knows enough about how ‘life’ works that he’s able to function somewhat on his own, after a few crash course lessons on humanity from Chuuya. He is able to take the public transit, cook somewhat with modern technology { a few ruined microwaves & toasters later anyways }, travel & make purchases. He’s also retained his excellent fighting abilities, memories of the wars he fought in, & his weapons proficiency. Due to his divine origins, Arahabaki can speak, read, write & understand any language that is younger than he is, so pretty much any modern language & several of the more recent ancient dialects. He has an inherent knowledge over how to use his powers to their full { permitted } extent, whether to maximize or minimize the damage it causes. He is also immune to certain types of magic, most poisons & illnesses, & is functionally immortal. As his father’s son he has partial dominion over the sea, & as the god of iron production he has an inherent knowledge of metalwork & craftmanship as well as a decent education on magic spells & rituals.

WEAKNESSES: Being bound to a mortal host has severely limited Arahabaki’s abilities, as his powers of absolute destruction are kept on a tight leash, leaving him unable to muster the sheer cataclysmic damage he was once capable of unleashing. This was, of course, the intent of the scientists who experimented on them, with the problem being that Ara was meant to be a wiped clean slate, devoid of any emotion or memories, to be used purely as a mind controlled weapon. Obviously, things didn’t work out that way. While not as powerful as his full divine form, Arahabaki is still significantly stronger than Chuuya while they are bound together, albeit unable to completely control himself due to the experimental programming wiping away any rational thought while in this state. When Corruption is activated, he’s fully aware of what’s going on, he simply can’t stop himself. After being physically freed from Chuuya, but still partly depowered, Ara is left unsure of what to do with himself, as he has no experience with modern humanity, nor the skillset to live among them in secrecy. This, of course, causes him to stand out heavily & more often than not get him into trouble.

RELATIONSHIPS / ROMANTIC INTERESTS: Nagasunehiko { Former Consort; Deceased}; Chuuya Nakahara { Lover / Host; Verse Dependent }.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual

QUIRKS / HABITS: Due to either his temper or flare for the dramatics, Ara has the unfortunate habit of losing control of his powers & frequently destroying his clothes as a result when the chaos sigils on his arms burn away his sleeves. Because of this he tends to have several duplicates of outfits he likes, just in case. His eyes sometimes flash gold or violet whenever he is especially excited. Tends to mimic other peoples’ body language while getting to know them as he tries to understand more about human mannerisms.

HOBBIES / INTERESTS: Arahabaki has an inquisitive nature & quickly picks up on several areas of personal curiosity for himself while trapped in the ‘human realm’. Martial arts & fighting, different forms of weaponry, food, music, etc. He has a love of science & mortal history. While he finds human greed over things like money, jewels & possessions to be rather pointless, he does enjoy collecting things he gathers from wherever he might end up, considering them as ‘treasures’ from his ‘adventures’, & claiming he did so as well while still fully a god. He is fascinated by pop culture & quickly finds himself drawn into things like reality TV, social media, music & more, thrilled by the freedom & how absolutely outrageous humans can be. He enjoys getting into physical fights, picking people up for casual one time flings, & reading at home in an effort to keep up with all the changes of the modern world. Loves decadent things like sweets, rich flavourful foods, soft & comfortable fabrics, & shiny baubles. He enjoys going clubbing.

DISLIKES: Being forcibly bound to Chuuya & having his powers restricted; being spoken down to or disregarded by humans as not a threat simply because of his current ‘condition’. He quickly discovers a distaste for vegetables of most kinds, as well as what he considers Chuuya’s ‘piss poor’ taste in alcohol. Chuuya subjected it to so many years that he despises wine, preferring sweeter drinks such as mead & cocktails, or whiskey & vodka if he wants something strong. He dislikes bright, sunny days as he is rather sensitive to it due to how long he was kept in the dark. Despises any kind of closed in, physically binding space as well as the scent of drugs & antiseptics. He is afraid of bad storms as they remind him of his father’s terrible temper.

SCHOOL: N/A

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Yokohama City

OCCUPATION: God of Calamity

FRIENDS / AFFILIATION: Chuuya Nakahara, the Port Mafia { via his connection to Chuuya }, Verlaine { Verse Dependent }, Dazai Osamu { Verse Dependent }, Kouyou, Gin, Akutagawa, Q.

RELIGION / BELIEFS: Ancient Shintoism

VEHICLE(S): N/A. Most often he’ll simply ‘borrow’ one of Chuuya’s vehicles, although he does not own a proper license even with his falsified papers & ID. Truthfully he’s an extremely reckless driver since he knows he could simply walk away from a fiery car crash with nothing more than a few scrapes.

POSSESSIONS: He has a jade magatama-shaped pendant he uncovered at the sight of Suribachi’s crater, & recalling that it was an important item of his, has held onto it ever since. He considers it important to remembering his full history someday.

FACE CLAIMS: Chuuya Nakahara ( pre-separation / while developing his own identity / manga fc ), Ginoza Nobuchika ( Psycho Pass - masc fc / edited ), Cattleya Baudelaire ( Violet Evergarden - fem fc / edited ).

OTHERS: Many animals tend to shy away from him, sensing his darker nature, & he most often dislikes them in return for being ‘untrustworthy & chaotic’ like himself. However, he does like any pets Chuuya & his associates have, simply because they are familiar to him & he grew fond of them while seeing them through Chuuya’s eyes.

TITLES & EPITHETS

Ara (荒): Meaning “Wild” in Japanese, & the nickname Ara currently uses following his separation from Chuuya. Ara is used frequently in terms denoting something rough, coarse or unrefined; for example, Ara-do or Ara-toishi is a coarse stone, with toishi translating to whetstone. It is also the ancient Japanese word for iron. Ara can also be used as a prefix for a sudden appearance, or as an exclamation of surprise (Ah! or Oh!).

Arashi (嵐): A Japanese name that Arahabaki chose for himself upon his separation from Chuuya, when it was pointed out his given name would immediately give away his identity, & that it was difficult to pronounce. Arashi is also the Japanese word for storm. Though Ara doesn’t consciously remember this due to his past life being unclear & muddled, he was closely connected to the god Susanoo-no-Mikoto, the Japanese kami of sea & storms, & in my portrayal, his father. In several myths, Susanoo is a wild & destructive god, & after the death of his mother Izanami, was so distraught he neglected his duities, leading his father Izanagi to expel him.

Habaki-kami (ハバキ): According to Yuko Yoshino, the Haha in ‘Habaki’ is an ancient word for snake (Haba sometimes means serpent monster). The word 'Hahaki' means 'snake tree' or 'dragon tree' & straight trees were originally the center of festivals & were portrayed as snakes. At the Ise Jingu Shrine, a ‘Hahaki-kami’ is enshrined in a shrine positioned southwest from the inner shrine, positioning it in the tatsumi direction. Tatsumi means 'South East’, & ceremonies are conducted on the 18th of June, September & December (Doyo days) at the 'hour of Mi' (around 10 am). Since 'Tatsu' means 'dragon' & 'Mi' means 'snake,' it is believed Hahaki-kami was eventually added to the prefix for ‘to appear’ (Ara), becoming Arahabaki-kami, which would make his name something roughly meaning a ‘wild snake’ or ‘dragon god that suddenly appears’.

Kanayako-gami / Kanayago-kami (金屋子神): A god of metal & metal-working, who was a patron of blacksmiths, & lived in the Chugoku region Kanayago could be either male or female, & is considered a god/goddess of iron. If one believes the ‘iron god’ theory as Arahabaki’s origin, these two deities could be related or even synonymous. Tatara is the traditional word for a metalworking furnace.

Marebito-gami (マレビトガミ): A term for a “guest god”. Gami is a phonological change from Kami, but in reference to Japanese kami (gods/spirits/specters) they serve the same purpose. Gami seems to mean graceful/elegant/refined, whereas Kami denotes divinity. Marebito is an ancient Japanese words referring to supernatural beings that come to bring happiness, gifts, or wisdom, from afar. Tatara is the traditional word for a metalworking furnace. Another word for ‘guest god’ is Monkyakujin, which means Maroudogami (guest god) placed at the gate of a shrine. Maroudogami is usually the local god whose land/region had been displaced by later gods who took over. There are shrines dedicated to Arahabaki as a guest god (alongside the main gods in the Tohoku region, & also found in south of the Kanto region. One example of Arahabaki enshrined as a guest god is the Hikawa-jinja shrine located in Omiya, Saitama Prefecture. This sessha (term for an auxiliary shrine / a shrine dedicated to a deity closely related to that of a main shrine) is called the ‘Monkyaku-jinja Shrine’ but was originally called ‘Arahabaki-jinja Shrine’. Hikawa-jinja is dedicated to the main god Susanoo, which as noted by Arahabaki’s position in the sessha, indicates a connection between the two. It should be noted Susanoo in the myths was considered wild & impetuous, like the sea, while Arahabaki is often called a chaotic & defiant god.

Sae-no-kami (冴の神): Located northwest in the remains of Taga-jo Castle in the Miyagi Prefecture, there is an Arahabaki-jinja Shrine. The castle was the base built by the Nara and Heian period court to control the Emishi living in the Tohoku region. According to Kenichi Tanigawa, it is said that Arahabaki was enshrined by the court to protect Taga-jo Castle from enemies, i.e. the Emishi. In this theory, Arahabaki is a ‘sae no kami’, or a god that prevents intrusion, enshrining him as a sort of protection deity. Additionally, according to Tanigawa, the traditional Emishi control strategy of the court was 'use the Emishi to control the Emishi,' & they used Arahabaki, which theorizes him as an Emishi god, to protect Taga-jo Castle & to ward off the Emishi.

Tetsu-no-kami (鉄の神): Arahabaki is sometimes theorized to be a god of iron production. The Arahabaki-jinja Shrine near Taga-jo Castle had shears as an offering, & also lanterns made from cast iron. To the north of Taga-jo Castle were places that produced gold sand & iron sand. Hikawa-jinja Shrine, mentioned earlier for enshrining Arahabaki as a guest god, is of the Izumo branch (transferred from Kitsuki-jinja Shrine located at Hi-kawa River of Izumo). Izumo is the place where iron production first began in Japan. The monks at Hikawa-jinja Shrine are said to be a branch of the Mononobe clan, who were a clan of blacksmiths. Saitama Prefecture, where the shrine is located, was the center of iron production industry in ancient times. According to Masakazu Omi, the gate guest god figure said to have transformed from Arahabaki often has only one eye. Having one eye is said to be a characteristic of the god of iron production. Additionally, Omi explains that 'Ara' is an ancient word for iron and Shugendo (Japanese mountain asceticism-shamanism incorporating Shinto & Buddhist concepts), which was actually involved in iron production using mountain iron sand & collecting other minerals, incorporated Arahabaki beliefs, and 'Habaki' is related to the 'Habaki' (shin guard) which Yamabushi (a mountain priest) considers holy and therefore Arahabaki eventually transformed into a 'god of feet’, considering 'your legs get better if you worship at the shrine.' Arahabaki is also often considered a deity involved with the healing of the lower body, & protection. Tsunetada Mayumi explained that the aforementioned ‘sae no ami’ originally meant “sahi no kami”, sahi meaning iron, connecting the god of protection & the god of iron production as one deity.

Disclaimer: My interpretation of Arahabaki is that of a lost or forgotten/scorned god who fell into obscurity centuries ago with the emergence of modern Shintoism. I am not a Japanese native, nor am I fluent in the language, & while I did base Ara off of several Japanese mythological figures, I don’t claim to be an expert on them by any means. Arahabaki is a mysterious god with a lot of false history & unclear origins tangled up in his myths. I mean no offense to anyone who worships these deities, nor disrespect to the god/gods Ara is based on at all. Everything you read below is pure conjecture, speculation & fiction for the purposes of character development!

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Character Intro: Phlegethon (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Phlege by his friends

Sir Burns-a-Lot by Hermes

Beau by Styx

Flame-o by Bia

Age- 47 (immortal)

Location- The Underworld

Personality- Phlege is a fiery, explosive (mostly in a good way) guy. He's larger than life, putting 1,000% into everything he does. He's in a relationship.

His namesake river is made entirely out of red hot flames. The river flows down into Tartarus, keeping the wicked alive so they can endure the torments in the Fields of Punishment.

As the Titan god of fire, his abilities include pyrokinesis, calokinesis (generating and manipulating heat), fire healing, fire mimicry, summoning and controlling Phlegethonian rubies & copper, total fire/heat immunity, and hydrokinesis (as it pertains to his river).

Phlege lives in an obsidian stone house, a few miles down from his river. He has a pet phoenix, the other "girl" in his life named Ember. He falls in love every time she "reborns" from the ashes. He’s been thinking about getting another pet- a dragon! He also has his own personal hot tub, filled with lava that he enjoys soaking in after a long day's work.

Aside from running the affairs of his namesake river, Phlege is also an accomplished blacksmith. He mainly mines (and supplies) Olympius with Phlegethonian Rubies and Copper.

He nicknames himself and the rest of the Underworld river gods as the "OG Darkside Crew." Of course his favorite person there is his girlfriend Styx (Titaness of hatred). Phlegethon thinks that Acheron (Titan god of pain) is too serious and also tries to get Cocytus (Titan god of wailing & lamentation) to loosen up a bit more.

In Olympius, he admires the work of the three blacksmithing cyclopes (Brontes, Sterope, and Arges). They all get together, hanging out sometimes when they come to the Underworld to visit. Phlege is also cool with Perses (Titan god of destruction), Draco (god of dragons), Atë (goddess of mischief, ruin, blind folly, delusion, & downfall of heroes), Empusa (goddess of shapeshifting), Ponos (god of hard labor & toil), Menoetius (Titan god of rage, violence, & rash actions), Polemos (god of war cry & battle), and Alastor (god of blood feuds & vengeance). He personally thinks that Styx's ex-husband Pallas (Titan god of warcraft & battle) is the "dumbest asshole he's ever known." The two met very briefly once during a signing of a new Olympian law- approving out of realm tourism in the Underworld.

His go-to drink is a cucumber jalapeño margarita. He also likes bloody marys, black martinis, negronis, scotch on the rocks, & beer.

Phlege has a very particular palette for spicy food. The hotter, the spicier, the better! Most of the things he eats, he douses in sriracha, chile, or chipotle sauce. Some of his favorite foods include hot and sour vinegar chili (with extra peppercorns), fried plantains (covered in chile tamblado sauce), and inferno ghost chile wings- the hottest chicken wings... EVER! He made them once for a Winter Solstice Festival & everyone aside from Nyx (goddess of the night) threw up in fiery agony.

He does want to know Styx's children a lot better. Phlege has only gotten to know Bia (goddess of force & power) and they both get along. He's definitely not interested in groveling or kissing ass since Zelus (god of envy, jealousy, & zeal) told him off.

In his free time, Phlege LOVES lava surfing. He's also a "DJ in training," experimenting with afro-futurism & reggaeton music. He also loves spending time with his girlfriend, feeling like his heart "bursts into flames" every time he's around her! He also enjoys blacksmithing, working on his music, cooking, & sword fighting.

"Screw ice. Things would be better if the universe was engulfed in flames."

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mikasimaginairyworld · 1 year

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The Umbrella Academy: Firecracker - The Majestic 12 (14/30)

Umbrella Academy Masterlist

warnings: violence, sexual tension but not really? (like I tried ok), forced proximity, substances (alcohol)

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"You want me to protect Five?", Lila asked The Handler confused.

"It's not that complicated, honey."

"If anyone deserves to die it's him."

"That's true but-"

"The most wanted man by the commission", Lila interrupted.

"Yes."

"Now you want me to protect him.", Lila was still absolutely confused.

"That's correct."

"After everything he's done to you? He's the reason you got demoted."

"Be that as it may, he's worth more to me alive.", The Handler poured even more syrup over her pancakes.

"if you want to kill somebody why don't you kill Diego?", The Handler proposed.

"No.", Lila scrunched her lips.

"You sure? I think it'll make you feel better."

"No.", Lila simply repeated.

The Handler shrugged: "Suit yourself. Pass me more syrup, will you?"

"I ran into some trouble at the asylum, during the escape. These three blonde guys. Total cowboys.", Lila reported after a while.

"They're here already?", The Handler asked.

"What, you know those freaks?"

"Commission muscle. Triplets. Like Huey, Dewey and Louie, only a little more meshugahs."

"You sent them?", Lila asked in disbelief.

"Of course I did."

"Why? They nearly killed me".

"Well, they have to make it look good. Right? Otherwise people might suspect we work together."

"So they know I'm on the job?", Lila asked.

"It's all a performance. Look, if they wanted you dead, you'd be dead, little one."

"You need to stop calling me that.", Lila mumbled disapproving of the nickname.

"Aww. Listen to me. No one is trying to kill you. We're all working towards the same goal."

"Which is?"

"Well, that's the thing about the commission, isn't it? Some things juts don't make sense until they do.", the Handler walked past Lila complimenting her fringe.

"Protect Number Five at all costs.", she repeated.

Luther woke up groaning in pain. His head hurt like hell, so did his eye and side. The flashbacks of the night before came washing over him like a tidal wave of regret and pain.

Someone said his name softly.

"Allison?", Luther asked weakly.

"Sorry to disappoint.", Vanya gave him a small smile.

Luther had found the Cooper farm Vanya had been staying at using Carl Cooper's wallet. He had gone to kill her once and for all to save the world but when it came to it he couldn't do it. That, and Sissi Cooper came at him with a rifle.

"Here, for your face.", Vanya handed Luther a cold compress.

"Wait, why are you here, Vanya?", Luther asked confused.

"You're my brother. I mean, apparently."

Luther sighed: "Five found you."

"He's downstairs waiting in the car. Said you'd be better off alone.", Vanya admitted.

Luther sat up groaning softly in pain. "He's an asshole.", Luther said.

"Such an asshole.", Vanya agreed.

"How much did he tell you?", Luther asked.

"Well, he filled some gaps. Uh, 8 children, a talking chimpanzee and a very warm and cuddly father. An apocalypse."

"He told you about that, huh?"

"Well, not all of it. Because I think there's something he left out. About me. What caused the apocalypse?", Vanya asked.

"You did.", Luther admitted. "But not alone. I mean, I was part of it, we all were."

"How?", Vanya breathed.

"You got angry, lost control and you blew up the moon. It slammed into earth wiping out everything."

"Why would I do that?", Vanya's voice trembled.

"It's complicated. Look, you kind of had a bad childhood.", before Luther could explain more Mr. Ruby burst through the door announcing that Luther was no longer his employee.

In sadness, shock and anger Luther punched a hole into the brickwall. Through the hole Luther saw Five chuckling.

Vanya swiftly left the room.

"Well, that clearly went well. You ready to go?", Five commented seeing Vanya leave the apartments.

"I'm going back to the farm.", Vanya announced walking past him.

"Hey, unacceptable, Vanya.", Five caught up to her with a light jog. "Remember, we need to stick together."

"Oh, why? So I don't end the world again?"

"Stupid...", Five looked at the hole to Luther's apartment.

"Were you even gonna tell me?", Vanya asked him angrily.

Five put his hands into his pockets: "You know what, in my defense, no. Alright? And can you blame me? When you get angry shit blows up."

"Great. Are there any other family secrets you failed to mention?", Vanya scoffed getting inside her car.

"A boatload, Vanya. Which I don't have the luxury of sharing them with...", Five's angry voice didn't get through into the closed car. Five knocked on the window and Vanya let it down with an annoyed expression.

"The clock is ticking on doomsday. Juts tell me that when I need you you'll be ready.", Five asked in a calmer tone.

"I can't help you, Five.", Vanya sighed and drove away.

Five sighed in defeat and saw Luther showing him the finger through the hole he had punched.

"Wonder if it's too late to be un-adopted.", Five muttered to himself making his way to Elliott's apartment again.

"So what, you just let her go?", Diego asked while Lila was changing his wound.

"Well, Vanya had a lot to process. She'll. come around. I know she will.", Five said pacing around the room.

"Elliott, I recommend you get new towels. I can't get the blood off of them.", Nailah walked into the room holding up a few bloody towels. There were still blood streaks along her face.

Five eyed her: "What happened to you?"

"I found the guys that triggered Vanya."

"The Swedes?"

"Yeah."

"Did you kill them?"

"Does I look like I did?", Nailah asked motioning at the deep cuts that were barely covered by her dress.

"How do we know they won't go after Vanya again?", Diego interrupted.

"We don't.", Five answered.

"Any idea who sent them?", Nailah asked taking a cup of tea from Elliott with a smile.

"Oh, I have my suspicions.", Five smiled viciously. "But right now our priority is getting dad and finding answers, 'cause everything else depends on it."

"For the record, I've found him already.", Diego reminded.

"And let him go.", Nailah scoffed.

"Before we could have a meaningful conversation.", Five added.

"He stabbed me.", Diego defended himself.

"I'm surprised he waited this long, Diego. We've all had the urge.", Five shot back taking a sip from his coffee. Lila and Elliott laughed.

"Good one.", Lila raised. a hand for a high-five which Five ignored.

"Good thing I know where dad's gonna be tonight.", Five announced handing Nailah an invitation to a gala.

"Where'd you get this?", Diego asked.

"Found it in his office while he was busy stabbing you..", Five clearly wanted to make a comment on Nailah's whereabouts that night but after seeing her warning gaze he chose to shut up.

Diego chuckled sarcastically: "Hoyt Hillenkoetter and the Consulate General of Mexico in Dallas cordially invite you to a gala."

"Whoa, wait. Hoyt Hillenkoetter? Are you serious?", Elliott asked.

"You know him?", Nailah inquired.

"Hillenkoetter is one of the Majestic 12.", Elliott said.

"Why does that ring a bell?", Nailah looked at Five.

"It's a secret committee. Scientists, military, deep state. No one knows what they really do.", Elliott explained looking through his documents.

"Wait, so they're government?", Diego asked sitting up.

"Shadow government.", Elliott corrected. "Kennedy. was the first president to try to push them into the light but these guys are not to be trifled with. Here we go. Right here.", Elliott found a picture from a book and presented it to the umbrella siblings and Lila.

On the picture 11 elegantly dressed gentlemen were posing around a conferee table. Elliott pointed at the one that was Hoyt.

"I only count 11.", Lila said.

"Well, that's because they've only identified 11 so far.", Elliott explained.

Nailah chuckled: "This has dad written all over it. Well played, Reggie."

"I guess that mean we're going?", Lila asked hopefully.

"Yes, we are.", Five sighed.

"Great. Grab your jacket, we're going shopping.", Nailah said to Five sanding up and putting on her shoes.

"Why me? I've got stuff to do."

"Well, I know Diego's size. Lila's pretty much my size and is a runaway so she shouldn't be out, I need a dress and you definitely shouldn't be buying clothes for anyone.", Nailah explained scanning Five's old uniform that he had borrowed from Diego's closet back in 2016. "Come on."

Five muttered an annoyed fine but followed.

Five was in absolute agony and it didn't help that Nailah seemed to enjoy his misery.

"Nailah, all of these look exactly the same.", Five complained walking out of the changing room.

"Stop being dramatic. How do you feel?", Nailah asked adjusting the tie and dresshsirt.

"However I'm supposed to feel for this to be over.", Five muttered.

"You know what, fine. There, chose one and go home. You're making shopping miserable and I love shopping.", Nailah said.

Five sighed in relief. He put his old uniform back on and eyed the 10 suits in front of him. He had no idea which one to chose. Five sighed in resignation, grabbed all of them and went looking for Nailah.

"Nailah?", he asked around the women's changing rooms.

"What do you want, Five?", Nailah asked walking out in a stunning green dress. It was very similar to Marilyn Monroe's iconic Hollywood dress and fit Nailah perfectly.

Five stared at Nailah for a second too long. The dress fit her skin tone perfectly and hugged her body in all the right places.

"Five?"

"Yeah, sorry. Which one of these do you, like most?", he asked holding up the suits.

Nailah crossed her arms: "Now you need my help? Really?"

Five sighed: "Please?"

"Fine. Take the black tux, with the dark blue tie and red diamonds."

"Thanks. You look great, by the way.", Five muttered fishing out the chosen suit.

Nailah's eyebrows were raised in an amused surprise: "Thanks. I know, though."

Nailah had found the perfect clothes for everyone to got to the gala in. Even though Diego insisted on wearing his own shoes which threw off his look. And he refused to let Nailah cut his hair.

Lila on the other hand looked great in the turquoise dress and red heels. So did Five in his black suit and tie. Nailah had even gotten a compliment from Elliott who thought green was absolutely her color, especially when paired with cold jewellery.

The four of them climbed over the wall and hid behind a car.

"So what's the plan?", Lila asked.

"We infiltrate, we identify, we extract. Double time.", Diego said softly.

"What the hell is he talking about?", Lila asked.

"Find the old man and get out fast.", Five summarised.

"That's what I said.", Diego whined but saw an opportunity to get inside and immediately took it.

"After you.", Lila said to Five who only looked at her suspiciously.

"What, I can't be polite?", she asked.

"Cut the crap.", Five demanded. "Alright? My dimwitted brother might buy your bullshit, but I don't trust you for a second."

"O ye of little faith.", Lila scoffed.

"Stick it up your ass.", Five spat at her.

Lila chuckled and followed Diego. Five looked back at Nailah who was eying him with raised eyebrows.

"What?"

"You are so charming.", she scoffed. "Why would you tell her that you don't trust her? You've just set us whole three steps back."

"Us?"

"Yeah? What did you think, you're the only one with a brain here?", Nailah asked strutting past him directly towards the door.

In contrast to Diego and Lila who had to sneak in, the guards immediately send Nailah a polite smile and let her enter. without even having to show the invitation.

Inside, lively and cute mariachi music was played and many important people were socialising. While Lila, Five and Nailah were blending in superficially it was only Nailah that somehow seemed the centre of attention and unnoticeable at the same time.

Five grabbed two glasses of champagne and handed one to Nailah. She took it with a polite smile and took a sip with her full lips.

"I don't see dad anywhere.", Diego remarked while Lila excitedly drowned half a glass of champagne in one gulp.

"Just keep an eye out for the Majestic 12.", Five said looking around.

"Let's split up. You two got the downstairs?", Nailah asked and Lila and Diego nodded.

"Diego, don't do anything too stupid.", Five warned.

"How can he, you're taking it all with you.", Nailah took another sip.

Five send her a fake charming smile: "Why, you are right, I am. In form of you. Now come on."

Nailah sighed annoyed but followed Five. Walking up the stairs she saw Lila pull Diego towards the dance floor. Nailah slowly walked towards the balcony overseeing the dance floor.

Lila had grabbed Diego by his tie and pulled him in. Immediately they started dancing with Diego's hand around Lila's waist. Slowly and elegantly they were gliding to the music and gazing into each others eyes. Diego twisted Lila inches arms and she chuckled happily. He leaned down taking his partner with him in an elegant dip. Nailah took a huge sip from her glass.

Diego pulled both of them up again and this time Lila was holding him. She twirled him and pulled his face towards her. With another graceful twist he had the opportunity to grab Lila and take the lead again which he did. Lila laughed heartedly. Nailah sighed and took another gulp from her nearly empty glass.

"Hey, you're supposed to help me look. You okay?", Five appeared next to her. He followed her gaze to the dance floor where Lila and Diego were still smiling at each other.

Five scoffed: "You've got to be kidding me. Pathetic."

He attempted to walk back down but Nailah just raised her hand. As soon as her palm met Five's chest he immediately stopped. "Let them be. They deserve some fun."

"What, you've gotten soft or jealous?", he scoffed returning to her side.

Nailah sighed again. "Jealous. It's been a while since I've danced. I miss it.", she admitted still not looking at him.

Five cursed: "Nai, look at me, please. We're here to find dad, okay? Not to dwell on whatever side quest we've got going on. Now these two idiots down there are lost. They are all puppy eyes and rainbows for each other. And I don't trust the crazy lady. So I need you to work with me and focus, okay?"

Nailah nodded and drowned the last bit of champagne: "Yeah, of course. Sorry."

"Good.", Five said and motioned for her to follow. Looking back he saw her throw one last longing look at the dancing couples.

Five sighed and when Nailah joined him he proposed: "How about I save you a dance? For after we find dad."

Nailah looked up to him: "Do you even know how to dance?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course I do. Do we have a deal?"

Nailah smiled and her eyes lit up a bit: "Yeah, we do. Thanks, Five."

Throughout the party a few men were walking around and inside a particular room. Nailah kept talking to one while glancing at the door. Five caught her stare and followed her gaze realising when she had found.

"Hello, darling. I've been looking for you. Sir.", Five appeared at Nailah's side, slung an arm around her waist and nodded to the man as a form of greeting. The gentleman quickly lost interest in Nailah and said goodbye.

"That door?", Five asked his arm lingering a second longer on Nailah's waist.

"Yeah. Come on, I think there will be a meeting soon.", Nailah said and both grabbed another glass of champagne. They were standing in the hallway and pretending to have a conversation.

Not soon after a few men in suits disappeared behind the door Nailah had identified as the meeting room of the Majestic 12. The lock clicked indicating that the room was now locked.

"Can you blitz us inside?", Nailah asked.

"What kind of a question is that, of course I can."

"Okay, let me rephrase that. Can you blitz us inside without scattering us in different timelines?"

"Just come here.", Five rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around Nailah. His fists began glowing and in the next second they appeared in a closet with blinds.

Nailah immediately had to fight down the urge to vomit. Time and space travel weren't for her. Five kept his arms around her, stabilising her until he was sure she wasn't about to blow their cover.

Nailah nodded in the darkness and Five let her go. Or at least loosened the grip around her. The closet was definitely not big enough for two people. Nailah and Five were pressed against each other in a very uncomfortable way.

"Five?", Nailah whispered.

"Yeah?", his breath tickled Nailah's ear.

"You do realise you're not holding coats, right?", she asked moving a little so Five could understand where his hands were.

"Shit, sorry.", he mumbled and Nailah could practically see him blush through the darkness. She chuckled lightly.

"The President is continuing to make inquiries into Roswell and the other crash sites, gentlemen. And, as you know, we cannot allow him to get his nose into our business, gentlemen.", a voice explained in the room.

Nailah and Five peeked through the blinds as best as they could without making any noise.

"I've confirmed the motorcade will indeed be turning left on Elm Street. We'll have our people in place.", the voice continued.

"Gentlemen, this plan of yours seems ill-timed.", Reginald Hargreeves' recognisable voice let Nailah's hair stand straight on her arms. She shivered despite the heat from the closet.

"It's going to be a turkey-shot.", Reginald continued.

Nailah's blood rushed into her brain making her dizzy. Only hearing Reginald's voice sometimes put her body back into shock. Her breathing hitched and she felt her balance tilt. Her shoes didn't help either. Five immediately noticed something was wrong but before he could ask Nailah stumbled lightly back and kicked the back of the closet. The muffled thump shouldn't have been able to reach the men in the room but somehow it reached Reginald. He stopped talking looking at the closet suspiciously.

Five turned to Nailah who was pressed against the back wall her breathing becoming hitched. Five placed a hand on the back of her neck, imitating what Grace had done all those years ago when Nailah had her panic attacks more often.

"I'm sorry.", he whispered before placing his other over Nailah's mouth to keep her quiet. Her eyes widened in the small light that came through the blinds. Five looked back and saw Reginald approach the closet with a stick, clearly wanting to stab whoever was hiding in there.

Five wrapped the arm that was keeping Nailah quiet around her waist again and blitzed them back into the hallway. He immediately let her go. Nailah stumbled to the nearest dresser and holding her self up took a few deep breaths. When she let go faint hand burns were visible in the wood.

Before Five could ask her if she was alright one of the Swedes appeared. "Shit.", Five cursed.

The Swede grabbed Five and threw him against the wall and then the other. Before Five could hot the second wall he blitzed away and appeared behind him. He kicked him in the knee and when the Swede dropped Nailah. punched him in the jaw.

"You alright?", Five asked.

"Never better.", Nailah smiled widely, adrenaline pumping through her veins. Five returned her smile glad to see her back to her normal self.

Five grabbed the head of the Swede in a death lock and tried to cut off his air supply but the Swede flipped Five over his head. Five's back crashed into the floor with a loud groan. Before the Swede could land the first punch, Five blazed again. While he appeared behind the Swede again, Nailah delivered a second hook this time from the other side. Five looked at his fists that only lightly flickered indicating his power was wearing out. The Swede smiled approaching him. Nailah tried to kick him in the back but in the last second he managed to grab her leg and throw her against the wall. Nailah's side cracked loudly as she sunk down on the floor. Five was getting punched repeatedly when Diego appeared at the stairs.

Before he could help his siblings, other Swede trapped his neck with a wire, choking him. Holding Diego in place, the third Swede strutted towards them and began punching Diego in the stomach.

Groaning in pain, Nailah tried to sit up. She saw Diego getting absolutely destroyed and send a fireball towards his attackers. The small attack did little damage and as Lila came up the stairs Nailah managed to stand up. Lila saw Diego getting beat up and shouting at her for help. Lila looked the other way where she saw Five getting annihilated as well and Nailah who was clutching her side. To.Nailah's surprise Lila took off her shoes and immediately ran up to help Five.

Exchanging a weird glance with Nailah, Lila grabbed the chandelier and kicked the first swede away from Five. Nailah sighed but feeling her powers return despite the pain she too kicked off her shoes and went to help Diego.

Still stabilising herself with the lamp Lila had now the swede in between her thighs tying off his air. Nailah kicked away the swede that was punching Diego and let him deal with the one who was choking him on his own. Now knocking his. fighting style she managed nearly effortlessly to evade his attacks and landed various punches.

Lila had now flipped herself down and taken the swede with her. "You're welcome.", she told Five from the ground. Five looked at her curiously. He saw the swede getting up and quickly pushed him out of the window. Nailah did a similar manoeuvre making the punching swede crash with another dresser. Five had seen Reginald outside and quickly blitzed away while Lila gathered her shoes and followed him.

The quick second of distraction of the two remaining Swedes let Nailah deliver a last punch to her opponent knocking him unconscious while Diego managed to get free.

"You good?", Nailah asked panting heavily as she stood next to Diego.

"Oh, yeah I'm great. Go and keep and eye on Lila and Five. I'll be right down.", he said turning to the last swede.

"Yeah, mofo. It's just you and me. Show me what you got.", Diego encouraged the Swede.

Nailah threw a fireball in the Swede's direction. The evasion made a small clear path for her with she quickly took. She grabbed her shoes and send Diego a kiss before running down the stairs. She heard Diego smash the Swede's body into various parts of the hallway including windows and walls. She chuckled despite the gruesomeness of the situation.

Outside she saw Reginald get inside a car. On the other. side of the courtyard she spotted Five with his new suit completely dirty and ripped. Five wiped the blood from his nose. He started shouting something at Reginald. Nailah listened carefully.

It was Ancient Greek. Ἄνδρα μοι ἔννεπε, μοῦσα, πολύτροπον, ὃς μάλα πολλὰ." That was Homer, Nailah was certain.

“Tell me about a complicated man, muse, tell me how he wandered and was lost. When he had wrecked the holy town of Troy, and where he went, and who he met, the pain he suffered in the storms at sea, and how he worked to save his life and bring his men back home.” she translated in her head.

She might have known more languages than any of her siblings, including Ancient Greek, but even with that knowledge Nailah had absolutely no idea what Five tried to tell Reginald.

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