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tcwmatchmakingau · 9 months

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One Call Away - Pt. 1

Summary: Thorn wants Fox to find love, and he’s counting on Daria to make it happen. An unstoppable force is about to meet an immovable object.

Pairing: Commander Fox x Daria Trace (OC)

Rating: G (later chapters will get spicy 👀)

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 2886

Written to: The Archer by Taylor Swift

Massive shoutout to @deejadabbles not only for taking the first/last look but also encouraging me so much. Wouldn’t have made it without her 🥰

Matchmaking for the clones was nothing like matchmaking for the smarmy elites of Coruscant. The most noticeable difference was the way they showed their gratitude after a successful match. Daria had received expensive bottles of whiskey, opera tickets and even furs from clients. The gifts were accompanied by generic messages clearly written by their aides, and while Daria wouldn’t say no to good whiskey or a fun night at the theatre, the gifts were perfunctory in nature.

The clones, however, showed their appreciation with their hearts. Daria had received flowers clearly stolen from someone’s greenhouse that perfectly matched her lavender hair, gift cards for iced coffee, all manner of fidgets to keep her occupied, and her favorite, new photos of them with their new partners.

Commander Thorn in particular was immensely grateful for his new girlfriend, but when he’d come by bearing a gift he’d also had a request.

“I’m always happy to see you Thorn, but I’m curious as to why you have a knife in my office,” Daria said, eyeing the blade Thorn was twirling around.

“You like to keep your hands busy, right? So you can learn to spin this, and eventually how to throw it,” he replied with a mischievous grin. “Your hands will never be bored again.”

“A bold claim,” she said, following the knife’s movements. There was something alluring about such a dangerous plaything in motion, and she found her fingers twitching in anticipation. “Ok, I’ll try it.”

“That’s my girl!” He brought the knife to an abrupt stop offering it to her handle first.

Daria took the knife and began slowly moving it through her fingers. Thorn watched her work out the best way, as her hand was much smaller than his, and bare. After one minute, the knife was flipping through her fingers quickly and smoothly.

“Kriff, this is really fun,” she confessed quietly. She couldn’t play with it around other people, unless she was hoping to intimidate them, but when she was alone it would definitely be in heavy rotation amongst her other toys. “Thank you, Thorn.”

“You’re welcome, and now for the part where I beg for assistance.”

Daria stopped the knife, placing it on her desk with a decisive click.

“She does not wish to receive heart-shaped jewelry, so go back to the drawing board on that one,” Daria said after a moment of scrutiny.

“Wha-, how did you-?” Thorn stammered. Daria’s uncanny ability to snatch up threads of thought still left him speechless every time. But he was a man on a mission, and recovered quickly. “Consider the jewelry scrapped. I need to bring someone to you. He needs your help.”

Daria’s dark brown eyes lit up instantly. A smile played around her full lips, as she grabbed her datapad.

“You’ve got my attention,” she said with a raised brow.

“Excellent. It’s my ori’vod, Fox,” Thorn said, his face growing serious.

“Marshal Commander ‘Fall in line or fuck off’ Fox?” Daria asked.

Thorn nodded, “That’s the one. He practically lives in his office still, and he needs someone to get him out. Someone that makes him want to take his days off. Someone who he can’t intimidate. Who won’t take his shit.”

“You want me to find someone who’s not intimidated by the most intimidating authority figure on the planet? Possibly in the quadrant?”

“You’re Daria Trace. You found someone that made Wolffe smile. Not a ‘last thing you see before you die’ smile, but an ‘I’m so in love’ smile,” Thorn said, his bright eyes soft and hopeful.

“While everything you just said is true,” Daria conceded. “Commander Wolffe wanted my help. I feel like Commander Fox will toss me in a holding cell, if I so much as suggest he needs my assistance finding a date.”

“But he does,” Thorn insisted. “Just meet him. If he’s hopeless, he’s hopeless. If he’s not, promise me you’ll find someone for him.”

Daria adored the clones, but the way they wielded those big brown eyes was brutal. It was nearly impossible to deny them anything in one’s power.

“Bring him in,” she said finally, caving to Thorn’s masterful tooka eyes.

“Wizard! I knew you’d be up for it,” He cheered. “This means the world to me, Daria. He deserves to live his life.”

“You all do,” she assured him. “I promise I’ll do all I can. Now put on your helmet and get out of my office.”

Thorn shot her a winning smile, and left with a pep in his step. The door had barely closed behind him before Daria was researching Fox on the holonet while she twirled her new vibroblade.

***

Fox never thought he would miss the rules that led all of his vode to keep their relationships under wraps, but then Right to Love set up shop. He now had a battalion of love struck shock troopers, who couldn’t stop going on and on about their new partners, and their matchmakers.

Everywhere he went it was:

“Tarsi changed my life.”

“I owe Yen everything.”

“Daria is a miracle worker.”

Daria Fucking Trace. She was Thorn’s favorite, and he’d been bugging Fox to come and meet her ever since his first date with his now girlfriend. Every three to five business days, he’d be back at it again. Fox loved seeing his brothers happy, and thriving. Especially Thorn, even though he was testing Fox’s patience.

Fox had made the mistake of saying Thorn’s lunch looked tasty, and he’d eagerly explained his girlfriend made it for him, and Fox could have homemade lunches with love notes too, if he would just meet Daria.

“Look, Fox, I know you’re very attached to your nocturnal, work is my life persona, but we’re free men now,” Thorn said before biting into his lunch, humming with joy at the taste. “We deserve to be happy. Especially you, vod.”

“Free or not, we still have a job to do. One of us has to stay focused, so the rest can go off with pretty nat borns,” Fox countered, sipping on an iced caf.

“You should be out with pretty nat borns too. Why are you punishing yourself?”

“I’m not punishing myself. I’m just too busy for a relationship. Someone has to keep this place in order. As Marshal Commander,” Fox began.

“As Marshal Commander,” Thorn mocked with an exaggerated voice. “Just go with me to meet her. If it doesn’t work, I’ll kriff off. But if she can find you a nice young woman or man to get the stick out of your ass…”

“Will you leave me the kriff alone if I say yes?” Fox demanded.

“Yes! For a time.”

“And I won’t have to hear about Daria Trace for the next 30 rotations minimum?”

“Sure thing…but you’ll go?” Thorn looked so excited, even Fox felt himself melting a little. His soft spot for Thorn would never harden it seemed.

“Fine. Set it up.”

“YES!” Thorn cheered before taking a victorious bite of his lunch, grinning as he chewed.

***

Daria waltzed to the lobby promptly at 1259 hours, and found Blizzard obsessively straightening his desk.

“What are you doing, Blizz?” She asked with barely concealed amusement.

“The Commander Fox is coming here. I just want everything to be perfect.” He leaned closer and offered in a conspiratorial whisper, “He’s so kriffing cool. Total badass. I’m equally terrified and in awe.”

“Is that so?” Daria asked with a grin.

Blizzard nodded, and opened his mouth to say more, but at 1300 hours on the dot the door was opening to admit Commander Thorn with Commander Fox in tow.

Thorn always brought wonderful energy into any space, and Daria found his presence comforting if a bit wild.

Fox’s energy was an entirely different story. Contained, but utterly commanding with the fiercest protective intent. She couldn’t focus on anything else no matter how she tried, but the part that surprised her was the blissful feeling of being utterly secure. Safe. Relaxed.

Her constant desire to fidget was quelled. Her fingers rested in her pockets. Her weight held in place rather than shifting. Her heart was steady, calm.

Is this what other people feel like all of the time? Daria thought, offering a dazzling smile to the pair of commanders.

Thorn, never being one for ceremony, scooped Daria up into a bear hug, squishing her against his armored chest until she wheezed in protest.

“I’m happy to see you too,” she coughed out, as he placed her back on her feet.

“I forget how tiny and soft you are,” Thorn said as though he was amused.

“Scientists and therapists under 5’7” aren’t known for breeding kids of the blaster-toting, knife-gifting variety,” Daria said, lifting one expertly arched brow.

“It’s ok, Daria, we can’t all be perfect,” Thorn said, pulling his helmet off, and shaking his curls free. “This is Commander Fox. Fox, this is Daria Trace. The miracle matchmaker.”

“Is that what you’ve been telling people about me?” Daria asked, her face warming up instantly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Commander. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“I’m sure my exploits were greatly exaggerated. Especially coming from my dear little brother,” Fox said, his tone bored, and drier than Tatooine.

Oh this will be fun. Daria thought.

“Well, I’ll let you do your thing, and find Fox a wife or a husband. He’s not picky,” Thorn said with a smirk. “He can’t be with that face.”

The modulator did nothing to hide the sigh of sheer exhaustion from Fox.

“You have the same…clone humor. I should have expected nothing less from you,” Daria said with a soft laugh.

“Don’t indulge him,” Fox said tilting his head at her disapprovingly.

“Sorry. Follow me,” Daria said, with a laugh.

Fox followed the matchmaker down the hall. Everything about her said she’d never followed a rule in her life. From her mismatched earrings to the way she walked like there was music playing only she could hear. The mischievous sparkle in her eyes, the way her rich voice wrapped around the word Commander like the concept of authority amused her. It was completely unsurprising that Thorn was fond of her.

Reaching her office, Fox scanned the room quickly. A wall devoted to her successful matches no doubt, as he saw several of his brothers’ faces, including Thorn and Wolffe. There were a number of small toys scattered across Daria’s desk. Fox counted 10. Some brightly colored, some durasteel, and before she could stash it in a drawer…

“Is that a vibroblade?” he asked, folding his arms, as he took a seat at her desk.

“Gift from Thorn,” she said, closing the drawer where she kept the weapon turned fidget toy.

“Don’t cut yourself with it,” Fox said. “It’ll be a mountain of paperwork when you have to explain to a doctor how a matchmaker got stabbed with a vibroblade.”

“Don’t lose sleep over it, Commander,” Daria said, whipping the knife out of the drawer and spinning it quickly through her fingers while keeping her eyes on his visor.

“How long have you been practicing that?”

“Every free moment for 3 rotations,” she confessed.

Fox shook his head. That tracked.

“You didn’t come all the way here to discuss my knife skills. You need a date.”

“I’m only doing this to get Thorn off of my ass,” Fox said, folding his arms, and sitting back in the chair across from Daria.

“Ah so you’d like to hang out in my office, kill an hour, and then go back and pretend I’m a fake?” Daria asked, with a raised brow.

“Something like that.”

Daria laughed, and Fox noted the sound was pleasant, infectious. “Nope. My professional reputation is as sparkling as your service record, Commander.”

“Please. This is guess work at best,” He argued.

“Oh yeah? Try me.”

“How?” He asked.

“Talk to me.”

“That’s what I’m doing now.”

Daria released a sigh, and fixed him with a look. “I mean about something real like why Thorn is so invested in your love life.”

“Because he’s a nosy little brother. As an only child, you wouldn’t know about that,” He said, relaxing his arms, as he made himself comfortable. He was disappointed when his revelation was met with a satisfied little grin instead of surprise.

“I hope you found something more interesting than that in my background check,” She said, placing her elbows on the desk, and resting her chin on her crossed fingers.

“Perhaps. I’d never show all of my cards right away, Trace,” He said with a light shrug. “And neither would you.”

You wanna play hardball, let’s play. She thought.

“Ok, you think I'm a fraud; I think you’re afraid.”

The lightest shift in energy in the room told Daria she’d struck a nerve.

“What makes you think that?” He asked, keeping his voice professional and even.

“A very long list of things that I couldn’t get through with 2 full rotations devoted to you, so let’s split my lunch, Thorn’ll think we did the whole thing, and you can go back to pretending you’re happy.” Reaching into her bottom desk drawer, Daria pulled out her lunch, and set about portioning out half for Fox.

“Here,” She said, passing him half of her pasta, and half of a large pastry.

He’d been on the verge of declining and walking out, but he was absolutely starving, and it looked so delicious. Especially the pastry. His sweet tooth wouldn’t let him say no. He accepted the food, and watched as Daria got comfortable in her chair, one leg tucked beneath her, as she started eating.

There was a light hiss, as Fox unsealed and removed his helmet. He was acutely aware of the matchmaker’s gaze, as she took in his features. He could hear her mentally noting the differences between him and his brothers. The scar on his nose, his curls held back by a red headband, the dark circles under his eyes.

He shoved a forkful of pasta into his mouth, and resisted humming in pleasure. Of course it’s delicious. Perfect. He thought, annoyed.

“Good?” She asked, swallowing her current bite, and looking hopeful.

“Yeah,” He confessed. “I don’t really make time to cook.”

“I’d be more surprised if you did.”

They continued to eat in a surprisingly companionable silence until Fox bit into the pastry. Fuck, ok. He thought.

“I’m not pretending I’m happy,” he blurted out before taking another bite of the fluffy treat.

“I didn’t peg you for a liar, Commander.”

“I’m not lying,” He shot back, brow furrowed.

“You were bred for war, told you’d see the stars, and got stuck in this corrupt skughole,” Daria said, twirling noodles onto her fork. “Your life is your own now, but you insist on clinging to what you know because it’s safe, simple, comforting.”

“You don’t have a sense of duty, clearly,” Fox said with a roll of his eyes.

“No, I do. I just also believe that my life is mine, and feeling fulfilled is important. That can look different for different people,” she replied. “Do you feel fulfilled?”

He stared down at his food for a moment. “You’re irritating, did you know that?”

“I’ve heard it a few times.”

After another long moment, Fox confessed, “Maybe coming home to someone wouldn’t be terrible, but they’d have to understand the job comes first. My hours aren’t normal, and I don’t dance.”

“Now, we’re getting somewhere,” Daria said, scooping up her datapad and making some notes while she munched on half of the pastry. “Do you like animals?”

“No.”

“This is going to take forever, if you keep lying to me,” she said without missing a beat as she marked yes.

“How do you do that? It’s exhausting,” Fox snapped, shoving the last bite of pastry into his mouth.

“It’s always been like that,” Daria looked up then, and fixed him in her gaze. “You have a sweet tooth. It’s bad.”

“So find me a baker.”

“It’s not that easy.”

After another hour of getting raked over the coals by the matchmaker, Daria escorted Fox back to the lobby.

“I’ll call you,” she said with a mysterious little smile. “Bye, Thorn.”

“Bye, Daria. Thank you,” Thorn called as she made her way back down the hallway.

Fox watched her go before slipping out of the front door and taking a deep breath once it had closed behind him.

“She’s amazing, right?” Thorn asked, joining him.

Fox pulled on his helmet. “She’s as obnoxious as you without the shared DNA to make it tolerable.”

“Whatever, you love me,” Thorn said, as he donned his own helmet. “Let’s go get food. I’m starving.”

“I already ate. Go take your girlfriend to a food stand, and I’ll see you in a little while,” Fox ordered.

“Sir, yes, sir,” Thorn replied, taking off towards the train.

Alone with his thoughts, Fox wandered back towards the barracks.

Daria Fucking Trace was an absolute menace. There was no doubt about it.

***

No less than 15 minutes after Fox’s departure, Daria was twirling her blade, and flipping through profiles. No one currently in the system would suit the salty Commander, but she was determined to find someone who could make that man smile. He might have been hard on the outside, but those soft insides deserved someone who would cherish him.

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mythical-illustrator · 8 months

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Meet Daria Trace, Matchmaker extraordinaire.

Ready to find clones the love of their lives or even just their best friends.

By @blueink-bluesoul

She's sexy and here to wreck Fox's day whether she knows that or not.

Commander fox x oc.

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clonemedickix · 7 months

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viilpstick · 3 months

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the twisted ending: The tension is undeniable, and perhaps it's not solely because of the games. Concern lingers on both sides, especially as a revelation unfolds, exposing one of the underlying truths.

warnings: Oc x canon, trauma, blood, cursing (a lot), Adeline's dad, literally so much happening i am sorry, if I forgot any-

genre: Angst, drama, suspense to fluff (WAR IS OVER)

a/n: THIS IS LONG. REALLY LONG. Also, I love grammarly, I've been improving my writing thanks to it :3 (dividers by @/cafekitsune)

"Malleus?" Adeline arched her blonde eyebrow, behind her dark green cloak with the darker roses partners in it. The ambient tranquility signaling the culmination of yet another day.

However, Adeline appeared to be immune to the call of slumber, her wakefulness mirrored by Malleus, who stood in close proximity. In a tender display, Malleus reached out and clasped Adeline's hand, treating it with the gentleness that bespoke his inherent grace.

"My dear," Planting a soft kiss on her cool knuckles, he addressed her with endearment. The nocturnal air seemed to carry with it a whisper of secrets, weaving a mysterious tapestry around the duo, who stood intertwined in the waning twilight. "Were you lingering outdoors earlier?" Shallowing the dry Adeline denies it with her head. Everything but him finding out what she was doing outside. "Adeline, were you at the West Wing?"

A gasp left her lips, as she puts her cold hands in her mouth, she was in the hallways, if anyone heard her and were to check out it would be hard to explain.

"Outrageous!" Exclaimed Adeline quietly, but loud enough for him to hear it. "Are you putting me as this type of hypocrite?" Malleus shakes his head, but he doubted his own partner words. "Good." She whispers again. "Go back to bed, Mal. I will be doing the same."

Before she could turn away from him, Malleus looked into her eyes grasping her arm.

"Adeline." The way he said it made the blonde shiver, as she knew what he was about to say. "What will you do with Isabelle?" He asks seriously.

Adeline used her magical powers to suspend Isabelle, who was unconscious, in mid-air when she tried to access the forbidden West Wing. This highlighted the risks of seeking forbidden knowledge and the challenges that come with it. Isabelle's inability to move on her own showed the strong barriers that protected the secrets guarded by magic and mystery.

"I..." Adeline takes a deep breath. "I will solve this morning. Make sure to pray for the Sevens, that who I have in mind is her true love's kiss."

Pulling her arm away, without too much to say she walked away from Malleus without further words. When he was nowhere close or seen, Adeline felt warm tears falling on her porcelain cold face.

"Shit..." Adeline curses cleaning the tears away, leaning into Isabelle's door for the minimum support for her weak heart aching in her chest. "I am sorry, Mal. I can't let you know..."

The soft glow emanating from Poppy's room cast a warm ambiance, refusing to yield to the encroaching darkness outside.

Among the topics swirling in the conversational eddy was the imminent disclosure of Adriano and Adeline's familial connection—an intricate tapestry of shared blood and history that had remained veiled in the folds of time.

The group gathered and settled into a circle, their collective energy vibrating with a sense of anticipation as they prepared to engage in a profound discussion. As the group delved into the intricacies of this revelation, the room became a crucible for the exchange of emotions, perspectives, and the delicate dance of intertwined destinies.

"So," Daria commenced, gently shutting her book, "we may reasonably agree that their lineage traces back to the paternal side. Adeline has shared with us the details of her mother's death, revealing that her father, in turn, formed another family connection."

"Precisely." Lucie says with a nod followed by a hum.

In the midst of the girls' animated discussion, Audette couldn't help but discern a quietness enveloping Poppy. Breaking from the conversational flow, Audette turned her attention to her younger one.

"My dear, is everything alright?" Audette inquired, her voice carrying a blend of confusion and genuine worry. "You seem quieter than usual."

Her gaze, a mix of curiosity and worry, searched for any response Poppy's demeanor. Soon the attention turned to Poppy who pulled out the hood of her pajama's.

"Isabelle was supposed to be here." Poppy turns to her friends moving away from the window.

The silence went back as all thought of possibilities to why Isabelle hasn't show up. Specially after Poppy told them all early that day it was urgent.

"Maybe she has fallen sleep without even noticing? You've seen how tired she looked... Specially after that show Leona gave us during lunch." Daria crossed her arms at the memory from the evening.

Following the conclusion after the game. The convivial atmosphere, Leona and Isabelle found themselves engaged in a discreet fight, a conversation that gradually piqued the interest of those present. The discussion became an unintentional loudly, casting intrigued faces across the room.

However, the angry teens were abruptly interrupted by the unfiltered candor of Adeline. With a mischievous twinkle in her pink eyes, she playfully addressed the duo, breaking the tension with a touch of humor, "Well, if the urge to kiss each other is becoming too big. I must tell you both, perhaps it's best to seek a bit of privacy." Her unabashed comment, a collective burst of laughter from the onlookers, making both Leona and Isabelle sit down in embarrassment. Without Adeline's timely intervention, the conversation between Leona and Isabelle might have continued the debate through the whole day.

"I hope so..." Poppy sits again by the window with worry taking care of her whole joyful and sweet aura.

All the four girls stand up getting closer to Poppy trying to reassure the girl that nothing has happened. Poppy eyes squeeze as she looks over the west wing, Yuu, a red haired, a cat and blue haired following Adriano. Everyone in the room had their eyes winded.

"Fuck." Lucie whispers.

With a sudden flurry of movement, everyone in the room hastily descended the stairs, drawing Adeline's attention at the far end of the corridor.

Adriano had a cape teared up. He looks over the quartet with disgust. "You are not to tell me where I go!" The girls arrive with plain confusion in their eyes. As Adeline stays on the covered side of the building.

"I don't need you to tell me anything! Can you not see? Rosique has been lying to you all! West Wing is not dangerous. Why not tell them, Adeline, the truth?!"

"Mélombre, stop." Adeline steps forward the group.

His boisterous laughter reverberated through the entire building, sending chills down Grim's spine as he instinctively sought refuge behind Yuu.

"Why should I? It is because I am going to expose who you are Adeline Rosique Enchanta?" A heavy silence descended upon the room in the wake of the revelation, leaving everyone in a state of profound shock.

"Enchanta? Like the... The King and Queen from West? The kingdom who attacked their queen after... The King, Grendel Enchanta accused her of his doings?" Deuce whispers in surprise after the revelation.

"You are the daughter of the... King and Queen of Westerian Beau?"

Adeline, instead of shivering from cold, trembles with fear as an unsettling sense of dread takes hold.

"I am sorry... I just didn't thought it was important to reveal-"

"-She kept this away from you all in this West wing. This is where all the story is hidden! Why not tell them that the King ran away with you to a cottage because you were ugly, huh? Isn't that right Adeline?!" Adeline seems lost, just like an abandoned puppy.

Fury etches itself across Adeline's countenance as she vehemently closes her fists, the tension in her body palpable. The room bears witness to the intensity of her anger, the air thick with the weight of unspoken emotions.

"At least I had an excuse. Unlike you, who claimed he was closest to you! He never truly knew you! You were useless, Adriano! You were never enough for him!"

Unbeknownst to her, the magical pen held by Adriano begins to betray its own distress, drops of ink falling quietly to the ground like the ominous drips of an impending storm. He laughs again, loud, more annoyed, more scary... As ink takes care of his embodiment.

"Yes... He wasn't there. I was not enough to him after all."

Realizing the impact of her own words, Adeline hastily covers her mouth with one hand, as if attempting to physically restrain the words that had escaped. In a desperate attempt to undo the damage, she extends her other hand toward Adriano, a gesture pleading for pause.

"Wait, Adriano, I didn't-" she starts, the unfinished sentence hanging in the air like a plea for mercy, as the weight of the words already spoken lingers between them, fraught with the potential to reshape their relationship.

"CAN YOU UNDERSTAND THIS PAIN?!"

The enraged overblot, a tempest of anger and intensity, directed its attention towards Adeline, who defiantly stepped forward to face the tumultuous force. In the charged atmosphere, a palpable tension hung in the air, like a storm about to unleash its fury. He contemplated Adeline with his howling madness.

"I AM GOING TO TEAR YOU ALL APART!!"

As the looming overblot monster materialized before them, each member of the group swiftly drew their magic pens and wands. In the face of this formidable foe, it was evident that now was the opportune moment to unleash the mystical power inherent in these enchanted tools. A hand in another's hand, hoping to stand against the unhinged form of Adriano.

"Adriano…" She whispers, a sense of remorse weighing heavy on her. In the hushed admission, she acknowledges her role in causing the current turmoil. Yet, in this realization, a newfound determination emerges—she must be the one to stop him now.

"ANSWER ME ADELINE!"

He attacks her strongly enough to make her fall into the floor.

"ADELINE!" As the tension escalates, Poppy dashes forward, attempting to reach Adeline, who has been forcefully thrown to the ground. However, Yuu intervenes, holding her back with a strength that reflects an understanding of the danger at hand. Despite Poppy's inherent resilience, she recognizes the severity of the situation and refrains from endangering herself further.

In the midst of the arcane confrontation, Adeline's once-whispered plea resonates like an echo in the charged air. The battle against the formidable overblot monster rages on, and each member of the group brandishes their magic pens and wands, the mystical instruments now radiant with a luminous energy ready to be unleashed. The battle's intensity spills into the awakening hours, the once-quiet residence now a battleground for magical forces and emotional turmoil.

"Of course, I understand you... Adriano, I was left because I was ugly. My own father, thought I was ugly! But, beauty is found within, Adriano."

Adriano looked over Adeline, with disgust, yet he didn't had a clue of how to react. Somehow, though, he had seemed to ease down at her words, with ink tears streaming down.

"Please, Adriano. Is okay to not be perfect, Grendel himself wasn't perfect... He wanted us to be, what he wasn't."

"I-" His voice, once steady, now faltered and broke, the weight of emotions bearing down on him.

A tremor passed through his hands, his gaze widening as he stared at them in disbelief. The vulnerability etched across his face spoke volumes, a silent testimony to the inner turmoil that had seized him.

"I SUMMON THEE CAULDRON!!"

"DEUCE! NO!"

Adeline attempted to intervene, yet the cauldron collided with Adriano, causing him to falter and crumple to the floor in pain, the ink vanishing from his pen.

"I… I always considered myself a mama's boy. Especially because I've never met my dad. I envisioned this perfect, flawless scenario, eagerly anticipating the day he would come and complete our family—just the three of us, my mom, him, and me."

A young Adriano, barely reaching the keys of the house piano, showcased an impressive display of skill. Despite his tender age, his fingers danced gracefully across the keys, creating a melody that resonated within the walls of the home. The rich tones and intricate notes he produced were a testament to a talent that belied his years.

In response to his performance, a heartfelt clap of pride rang out from his mother. The sound echoed through the room, a manifestation of the deep sense of joy and admiration she felt for her musically gifted child. The proud applause lingered in the air, a harmonious backdrop to the musical journey that the young Adriano was just beginning to embark upon. This simple yet profound moment encapsulated the essence of a mother's love, expressed through the applause that celebrated not just the music, but the budding talent and joy of her beloved son. Young Adriano smiled at his mom.

"Growing up, I would often wonder about him. What he was like, where he might be, and if he ever thought about us. It felt like an incomplete puzzle, with a missing piece that I couldn't find."

"Mom?"

A towering figure stood stoically at the entrance, a commanding presence that demanded attention. Meanwhile, a woman, perhaps overcome by a momentary fatigue or a need for support, clung to the doorframe. Her form leaned into the sturdy frame, finding solace and stability in its embrace. They weren't having a heartfelt talk. They were arguing.

"You left your daughter with no one else! You left your wife to be killed by her own kingdom! You left me and your son!" She pointed her finger at him in disgust. "Who else are you going to leave, Grendel?!"

In the midst of the conflict, Grendel fought back with a determination fueled by his own set of reasons—motivations known only to him. Despite the turmoil, he extended a hand toward his son's head, a gesture that carried a blend of authority and paternal concern.

With a steady voice, he posed a question to his son, seeking an understanding of the circumstances that led to the confrontation: "So, son, what do you have to show me?"

On that day, Adriano bared his soul, revealing everything he could muster in a heartfelt effort to make his father proud. Every ounce of talent, determination, and dedication flowed through his actions, a testament to his unwavering desire to earn his father's approval.

"But, I wasn't able to make him stay. I wasn't enough to make him stay. He would eventually come back... To hear me playing piano. Nothing else."

"I wanted him to see me more than anything else..."

"I needed him to see me..."

"But, I was never enough. I will never be enough!"

He weakly raises his head, looking up to Adeline and the rest of the students around and on the windows watching. "I am sorry... I am so sorry. I just wanted, him to see me..." He whispers as he cries in fear for of his own self.

In a tender and compassionate gesture, Adeline knelt down and enveloped Adriano in a comforting embrace. The air, heavy with the emotional aftermath, crackled with a mixture of concern and curiosity. Meanwhile, Crowley, Ambrose, Yuu, Grim, Deuce, and Ace turned their attention towards the duo, their faces reflecting a worry sight.

As the questioning glances were exchanged, Adeline, cradling Adriano in her arms, sought to provide solace and support in the aftermath of the emotional storm. Meanwhile, the inquisitive gazes of Crowley, Ambrose, and the others hung in the air, prompting a silent exchange of information.

The shattered pain of years began to mend, replaced by a newfound bond that promised resilience, unity, and the strength to face the challenges that lay ahead, finally found a shared sanctuary of understanding and healing.

Today, was enough of an adventure. The silence and touch of Adeline, let everything very clear. She forgives him...

Adriano was taken to nursery, meanwhile Malleus comforts Adeline, hugging her with a full hug, protecting her. Adeline clears her tears turning to face everyone, as the storm has come away slowly from Rosantée.

"I think is my turn to apologize. I lied for you all, West wing isn't dangerous. It just contained my cruel past. I was scared of any of you all find out. I finally had gained you all trust and I was able to ruin it." She lowers her head. "I am terribly sorry."

Poppy takes a step forward before running and hugging her vice housewander. She cries loudly in her friend's shoulder.

"Adeline..." Poppy whines in pain. That was too much for her to process, the other girls step up two. With a reassuring smile. Forgiven, perhaps even forgotten.

"Miss Rosique, in respect of both you and Adriano. We will be trying to find Grendel and he will face all the possible charges." Ambrose says, with Crowley confirm the headmage's words on his side.

Adeline smiles hugging tightly Poppy. "Thank you, headmages..." She puts Poppy on the floor. "But, is my turn to fix this mess." The long sigh left her lips pulling her magical pen. "Appearances May Deceive."

Applying her unique magic into it the west wing had shining sparkles surrounding it. Exploding into the golden and normal comforting aura of Rosantée. Roses grew on the sides of the tower, and with a smile Adeline turns to everyone.

"West Wing is free to be explored." Everyone cheered in happiness. "Tomorrow, right now. Is bed, you all have work to do." They all sigh in sadness. Making the vice housewander giggle awhile her boyfriend smiled at her.

As the morning light graced the room, Isabelle lay gracefully in the princess's bed, clutching a delicate rose gifted to her by Fauna. The vibrant bloom exuded an air of romance, prompting Daria's inquisitive gaze as she arched an eyebrow in her friend's direction.

"Why the rose?" Daria queried, her curiosity evident in the subtle lift of her brow.

With a contemplative expression, Fauna responded, her words laced with a hint of playfulness, "Well, you know… If he is the one who can awaken her, I may as well try to make him fall in love with her again." A soft, tender look accompanied Fauna's words as she absentmindedly scratched the back of her neck.

Daria couldn't help but respond with a gentle giggle, amused by Fauna's hopeful notion. The duo, carrying the shared secret of Fauna's romantic endeavor, left the room, their laughter echoing in the morning air. The rose, a silent messenger of Fauna's heartwarming intentions.

Entering the room after both girls left, Adeline brings out Leona. Adeline, with her trademark strong and confident demeanor, fixed her gaze upon Isabelle, silently communicating a mixture of support and encouragement, hoping and knowing she is right. Beside her, Leona, surprising those who knew him for his fierce exterior, wore a surprisingly soft expression. The beastman's eyes lingered on his arranged fiancée, silently observing with a depth of emotion that transcended words. While Leona refrained from vocalizing his thoughts, the yearning hope in his eyes betrayed a silent wish—that he, rather than Neige, might be the one to unlock Isabelle's heart.

Isabelle, reclined in the princess's bed, presented a vision of elegance. Her hair, free-flowing and unconfined, framed her features delicately. Adorned in a yellow nightgown, she clutched the red rose gifted by Fauna, a poignant symbol of the romantic aspirations that danced within the room. As Isabelle was placed in bed with a grace befitting royalty, the atmosphere held a delicate tension, a moment pregnant with the possibility of unveiling the true love that could awaken her. The scene unfolded like a tableau, each character playing a role in the unfolding drama of affection and destiny.

"So?" Leona asks as the blonde hums raising her eyebrow towards him. "Have you call little prince white as snow over, already?"

A resounding burst of laughter erupted from Adeline, catching Leona's attention and causing his eyes to widen in curiosity. He furrowed his brow slightly, perplexed by the sudden outburst. The silence that followed hung in the air, leaving a palpable sense of intrigue as Leona scanned the room for any clues or explanations.

"Oh no, dear..." She cleans the corner of her eyes that were slightly teary. "It might sound even crazy from what I am about to say... But, he is not the one." Adeline could sense the tension building up in Leona, but, she would let it slide. "One day or another you would kiss her, Kingscholar. So..."

She inclined her head, signaling for him to take over. With a sense of quiet reverence, he obediently knelt beside Isabelle. As Adeline silently exited the room, the atmosphere shifted, leaving only the hushed presence of the two figures.

With a tender touch, he pressed his lips gently against the peaceful slumber of Isabelle. The moment, framed by the serenity of sleep, carried an unspoken tenderness—a kiss bestowed in the quietude of the room. The delicate act spoke volumes, echoing the nuances of care and affection that transcended the waking world.

Adeline's departure marked the passing of the torch, leaving him to complete the silent ritual with a gentle kiss, sealing a moment that lingered on the precipice of dreams and reality. In that tranquil interlude, the room held the promise of dreams woven with whispers of unspoken feelings and a quiet connection that transcended the confines of wakefulness.

Entering the infirmary, she was met with the bow of the nurse, who respectfully left the room, granting them the privacy needed for an intimate conversation. The door closed softly behind the departing figure, leaving the two of them alone in the hushed confines of the medical chamber.

"How are you today, Adriano?" Asks Adeline, sitting on the side of his hospital bed.

"Feeling better. How was today's game?"

"Hmm, let's see, from where I start?" As she shared the story in a joking manner, the room transformed into a space of shared mirth, where the weight of serious matters momentarily lifted. Their laughter resonated, creating a bond woven from the threads of shared experiences and a mutual appreciation for the lighter side of life.

Ultimately, Adeline and Adriano were not deceitful individuals or remotely close to being considered as bad people. Instead, they were akin to broken pieces of glass within the intricate mosaic of life—a stained glass adorned with fractures and imperfections. The trials they faced, the wounds they bore, and the challenges that shaped them were the cracks and fractures that defined their individual journeys.

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anxiouspineapple99 · 9 months

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Welcome to the masterlist of my little doodles! 🎨

OCs

Daria Trace || RTL Matchmaker || OC belongs to @sev-on-kamino

Nuna the loth-cat (draft)

Avery Leto

Pineapple Smewches

An Evening With the Troopers

Hunter Howzer Tech

#the pineapple doodles

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empresskaze · 6 years

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Table For Two - Part 3 (M, OCs, Illness, Allergies)

Back with more River and Colin!

Word Count 1966

Read Part 1 | Part 2

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Third Course

The second the time clock struck 7pm, River punched it exiting out the back door into the alley. Stuffing his hands into his flannel jacket he huddled in the coat watching as his breath dispersed in the air. The damp cool spring air hung low in the evening, River wiped his nose across his sleeve holding the position. Txchk! Sniffling he popped into a corner drug store for allergy medicine not wanting the irritation of burning sinuses interrupting the coma he planned. Working in the dusty basement never mixed well with him and throw in spring pollen, River needed relief.

Medication purchased the clerk headed back out into the street hurrying back toward the apartment. One of the reasons he'd answered Colin’s roommate ad was the proximity to the bookstore only a few blocks away he easily walked to work. Plus, it was near Cafe Arcobaleno his normal coffee stop when not using Colin’s Keurig. The door dinged signaling his arrival.

“Hey Emmett.” River smiled at the barista behind the counter who gave a weary smile.

“Hey Riv, what can I get you?” River noticed Emmett’s red watery eyes, allergies apparently, we're getting the better of him too.

“Chai Tea and Cinnamon Vanilla.” Reaching into his back-pocket River pulled his wallet out.

"Coming up.” Emmett smiled. River tapped his credit card rhythmically on the counter waiting as the barista brewed the drinks.

“Here.” He placed the cups in a to-go carton handing it to River who swiped his card. “How's Colin?” Emmett asked wiping his teary eyes with the back of his hand.

“Sick, hence the tea.” He motioned before bringing out the allergy medicine. “Here,” He broke off a packet sliding it across the counter.

“Oh you're a godsend Riv, how are you still single?” Emmett’s eyes widened peeling back the paper.

River smirked, “No one likes bookworms.”

“Well next coffees on me.” Emmett replied after swallowing the medicine. “Hope Colin feels better.”

River nodded and left throwing back his own allergy pills with warming sip of Cinnamon Vanilla. A few minutes later he pushed through the revolving doors of Cedar Towers walking past the main office and mailboxes to the elevator, hitting the button. A brief wait, he entered pressing for the 6th floor. Leaning back against the wall he sighed closing his eyes until the bell rung signaling his floor. Walking down the hall he fished his keys from the jacket pocket, unlocking the door.

K’hhschjuh!

Colin sat at the breakfast table, tissues pressed to his nose which donned thin brown frame bifocals. The manila folder opened, he bent over the articles Marseille had left. Two tissue boxes sat in between the magazines. His head shot up hearing the door open. “Riv..” Ah’kktshjuh! Ah...hhh...Heh’ehtscheww! He caught them in the crook of his elbow.

“Bless you, here.” River set the tea on the table. “And Emmett hopes you feel better.”

“Oh.” Colin’s voice rose an octave. “He’s such a sweetheart. And thank you.” He removed his glasses rubbing his eyes. River noted Colin no longer wore his pajamas, instead sported blue jeans, a light blue collared shirt which the collar and cuffs showed under a brown baggy sweater and a grey jacket covering.

“Cold?” River asked entering the kitchen.

“No, why you ask?” The critic rested his glasses back on his raw nose, one finger tracing along the paragraph he read.

River rolled his eyes opening the refrigerator staring intently in it.

“There's pie.” Colin coughed the phrase. Another spasm bent him over, he cupped a tissue ladened hand over his mouth. “Daria brought it over.” Voice weakened he cleared it.

Pie would do. River removed the box containing what appeared to be Boston Creme, brought by Colin’s younger sister, cutting a small slice. “How is she?”

Colin’s expression slacked he raised a finger twisting away. Hheh’xxshjuh! Ts’schujuh! Sniffling he blew his nose wincing “Oh you know Daria.” He pulled more tissues stuffing them into his right hand before propping his temple against it.

A half-turned smile curled River’s lip. Daria was nearly 10 years younger than Colin, only a few younger than River. Half-sister really from Colin’s mother's second marriage but neither used the term, they were siblings through and through. Daria dropped in on occasion while between jobs to visit her brother. Sweet girl at heart but not the most driven individual, mostly she wanted a job much like Colin’s but without putting any work into it. Lately she’d been working at a bakery across town hence the pie.

“Same story different day?” River asked taking a bite.

Colin nodded, “Apparently now she wants to be a pastry chef.” He sniffed wiping his nose.

“You tell her she’d have to go to school for it?” The clerk sat opposite his roommate, no lie the pie was quite good.

Colin huffed a laugh which produced another wet cough, “That I did. The look I received wasn’t flattering. She did ask me to review the bakery, told her I’d add it to my list.”

“Well if you’d like a non-expert opinion, this is good.” River replied holding up the plate.

“I’d be run out of town if I ever used the word ‘good’” The critic smiled looking over his glasses. “But I appreciate your input, I’ll log you as an accredited outside source.” His breath hitched quickly however nothing came out it, Colin pressed the back hand to his nose for another moment before satisfied he’d stopped the sneeze.

Finishing the pie, River rinsed the plate then placed it in the dishwasher. “Early night for me.” He said over his shoulder.

“Did you get tomorrow off?” Colin looked up an encouraging gleam in his dark lined eyes.

River cringed, debating on simply lying. “No, hence why I’m going to bed, need to be there to open. But!” He started seeing the critic’s reaction. “They gave me the next three off and I told them my phone would be off.”

Colin’s brow knitted but he did not voice an objection merely turned back to his work. “Sleep well River.” He said quietly.

“You too.” River headed down the hall to his room. The allergy medicine definitely was in effect, a grogginess took hold as he changed into sweatpants. Sniffing he rubbed his nose casually before lying down. Within minutes the bookworm was asleep.

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Sitting on the edge of his bed hands cradling his head, River wished he hadn’t been scheduled to open 6am arrived far too quickly. Perhaps it was the after effects of the medicine but his head felt oddly clouded even with all the sleep. Sighing he rose heading for the bathroom, another perk of living here was he had an attachment bathroom.

Although it crossed his mind River never bothered to ask what the apartments rent actually was. He knew he wasn’t paying full price for his room, Colin must have been shelling out most of it which didn’t always sit well with the clerk. Colin was well off, obviously he could afford to live here without a roommate as he mentioned to River when he applied he’d lived alone for several years. Another aspect he found himself wondering about was why after living alone had Colin put an ad out for a roommate but again probably had more to do with wanting company.

Still though something about it never felt right however River was set to mind his own business. Showering complete he threw on jeans, another T-shirt and his flannel jacket. Deciding he was too tired for contacts he grabbed his glasses off the bed side table. Now came the fun part, getting to the front door without making a sound. Carefully stepping into the hall, he gently shut his door tiptoeing past Colin’s door. He did not hear any ruckus from the other side so breathing a sigh of relief he proceeded into the front room.

Flipping on the kitchen light he stopped in his tracks. Colin flinched at the sudden brightness and brought a hand up covering his face which lay on the table.

“You... slept here?” River’s surprise faded to concern as Colin pushed up still squinting from the lights. The critic screwed his face taking a moment to collect himself which really meant to River he was thinking up some excuse for his behavior.

“Not exactly.” His voice caked in congestion forced a hard throat clear. Clumsily he reached for a tissue box knocking it over. “Damn it.” He ran a hand over his face which ended up masking a chesty cough. Tissues acquired Colin blew his nose hard. “What time is it?” He finally looked up at River who hadn’t moved since touching the light switch.

The clerk blinked trying to makes heads or tails on why his roommate sat in the same spot he’d seen him in nine or so hours ago. “Uh, 6:45?” He glanced at the microwave clock. “6:55, sorry ten minutes off. Are you okay?” River bent down eyeing the critic. Pale did not begin to describe Colin’s color, he almost appeared white. The bags hanging from his eyes gave a ghostly grey color to his face. Though as River examined him his cheeks appeared pinkish, the outline of his hair wet with sweat, Colin must have noticed River looking as he aggressively brushed away the dampness.

“Am I ever okay?” He joked swaying in his chair. River reached out supporting him. “Sorry.” Colin said grasping the back of the flannel.

“Come on, let’s get you to your room.” River hoped Colin could support some of his weight, being a few inches shorter than his roommate wasn’t making this easy. Helping the sick man down the hall River became aware Colin was shivering. Adjusting so he could open the door the pair slowly walked to the bed. Right as River set Colin down the critic curled his head to his chest. Ah’kktshjuh!

River grabbed one of several tissue boxes next to the bed, handing it to the older man. “Bless you.”

“Thanks.” Colin lazily wiped his nose. Laying back his adjusted under the covers.

“Take off your jacket or you'll overheat.” River said helping remove it, tossing it over a nearby chair.

“You're a peach.” Colin forced a smile which faded quickly into another crackling deep cough. Reaching over, one hand still covering his mouth, he flipped on the humidifier.

“I'm late, that's what I am.” River swiped his phone screen on grimacing at the time.

Colin cocked his head confused. “Where are you going?” Before River could answer Colin blinked taking a sharp inhale. Heh’ehtscheww! Hhh...hhh...

Expression slacked his tired eyes lost focus as his hand cupped his nose and mouth. Ah’kktshjuh! Hh’ktschjuh! A cough broke up the sneezing forcing Colin forward. Finally regaining his breath, he looked up at River. “Could you...” He swallowed hard then half-heartedly pointed to his bathroom, “Could you g-g-g...” Hh’xxhhsuh! Ts’schujuh! Sniffling he blew his nose wetly.

“Bless you.” River replied. “I really need to go what do you need?” He asked walking to the bathroom.

"Nyquil.” Colin said hoarsely. “And where are you going?”

“Work. Why else would I be awake at this ungodly hour?” River said from the bathroom. “Here we go.” Grabbing the medicine, he returned to Colin whose heavy eyes narrowed the corner of his mouth turned down. “What?” The clerk waved his hands nonchalantly.

Unscrewing the top Colin quietly poured the medicine into the plastic cup, making a mocking “cheers” motion to River, he drank it.

“I hope this works.” He muttered setting the bottle to the side.

“Anyways I'm off, not a full shift today I'll be back in probably five or six hours, I'll be quiet. Feel better Colin.” River backed up to the door avidly trying to avoid the glare his roommate bore into him.

TBC

#kaze's characters #kaze's ocs #kaze writes: river and colin #ace oc #sneezing #tissues #allergies #sick fic #sneeze fic #whump #fever

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hopelessguardian-blog · 6 years

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// drops ma url and dabs away to the speed of light

My muse’s opinion of your muse

W - Which muse —

This is cheating, but! I’ll chose

LysxDaria. Of course, my sport girl thinks highly of this strange classmate she mistook for a ghost and not in a hundred years would have seen him dating a girl like her. If there’s something she’s grateful that has happened in her life that seemed to go into a dark path—that has to be MEETING Lysander.

She thinks he’s someone reliable, dependable, charismatic, charming—trillions of positive things.

ZenxIg. Zen is simply in love with every gesture Ignis makes, with every single time she presses the tip of her pencil to trace a figure, a sketch, a finished drawing. He’s simply mesmerized and breathless whenever he thinks about her or sees her.

Zen is in love with Ignis and truly sees her as his soulmate.

Oz&Vicky. Even though they have a long road ahead, Oz is quite fond of this weird monster girl he befriended and doesn’t mind being dragged against his will, at this rate he only pretends to be pissed for the sake of it but he truly enjoys spending time with her and doing shenanigans together.

But, on the other hand, Oz also has a crush on this franken girl and will never bring it up. Content with their friendship.

Yenien&Clara. Where would Yenien begin with this? He basically adopted this human girl and has tried, believe him he has, to give her everything she wanted. The incubus, regardless of how unstable his shape used to be, wanted to be saved and to save someone too.

Clara is someone Yenien wouldn’t hesitate to die for once more, it’s his very own child. He saw her grow up from a scared yet brave kid to a strong and powerful woman, he’s a proud parent even though he’s seen as a brother.

My opinion of your muse

I literally love every muse you write, even those I don’t even interact with. I love how you bring life to each one of these individuals and do your best, write their stories, their own paths, decisions, headcanons—just everything because it’s so well-thought and meaningful.

I am not sure whether I have a favorite, there are too many to chose.

I also ADORE when you get carried away rambling about one specific muse, and even though sometimes I don’t understand, I keep asking questions and becoming invested too. Way too invested sometimes (coughmeaddingjackfrostsooncoUGH).

But I chose these because: the way your portray Lysander is so soft and caring, tender and gentleman like. There are many traits that resamble canon, but so many that make him utterly unique and even more fascinating.

Ignis has to be one of those characters I hold dear and close to my heart because she was one of the first oc of yours I met, I remember how many shenanigans we had back at dA. Drawings of her I have made and how much I have improved and how different she looks with each passing year.

I like Vicky and how problematic you have made her albeit we need more interactions but you tell me headcanons and scenarios that it feels as if I have known her for my whole life.

Clara is also one that I hold dear because of how much of a strong connection she has with Yenien. We had these two ocs that had no one, and from one day to another, they became family. He taught how to dance what she loves the most, she helped him with finding his own happiness with Janisse. There’s such sweetness between them.

My favorite part about our muse’s interactions

T - This is hard, uh, well I love their dynamics, truth be told.

I find interesting how Daria struggles with her mental health and tries to open up more to Lysander, I like how she is trying for once not to do something that might affect everyone, I like how she becomes stubborn and childish around him because honestly Daria only behaved that way towards Daniel since she was an emotionless girl in the past.

I admire how Zen after finding one person who comprehends him so perfectly finds hope in not giving up, finds a strength he didn’t know he had. I find worth to follow how he doesn’t give up on his dreams and how much he craves for this future with her against all odds, he keeps fighting for it.

I like how goofy and childish Oz can be around Vicky because the way I see him, is someone usually calm and composed. Not giving too many facts about himself away, just general questions about what type of monster he is or if he has done his homework.

I love how Yenien insists on being her father and Clara brushing it off as brother, I love seeing them behaving like a single father and his child. I love how overprotective he can become without cutting her freedom, I love how childish he was when Clara fell for Cedric but still chose to help them both because that’s how much he wants for Clara to be happy.

A wish/plot I want to write for our muses

LysxDaria. Alright, hear me out. We talked and joked about Daria giving up her own dreams to join an orchestra to live with Lysander in the farm, but I honestly cannot get it out of my head.

So I legit want a thread of them being extremely domestic in the farm.

ZenxIg. A ROYALTY AU THO—Zen is the perfect unhappy prince with an abusive family that only wants power, he’d be CINDERELLA HERE. ALRIGHT. HE’D BE CINDERELLA. For he falls in love with Ignis in one night.

Oz&Vicky. TBH, I keep joking about Oz and his crush on Vicky but I want a thread where Vicky has a crush on ANY other monster and stops spending time with him as much as before, which leads Oz to think ‘oh so this wasn’t just a crush, I am legit in love with her’ yet he still doesn’t make any attempt and helps her with her lovelife.

Therefore, ending heartbroken, devasted and crying somewhere outside the campus.

Yenien&Clara. I…want Yenien taking Clara to the city he was born into before unexpectedly ending somewhere across the ocean, the place he crossed paths with Clara and chose to help her.

I want Yenien to speak fondly about his past, about every street and corner and how much everything has changed. I want Yenien to break down crying when he can spot the alley he lived and collapsed on, died ever so slowly.

I want him to show weakness, not always this puppy personality of his. I want him to show how he was BEFORE dying and turning into an incubus, you know.

A way your muse has made mine better.

b o i

LysxDaria. For once, Daria has a will to live.

She sees a future with Lysander after highschool since he light up her world, he pulled her out of her darkness with every caring gesture. From their wonderful friendship to their undying love towards one another.

He is helping Daria become a better person, because she is inspired by him and wants to become someone better and worthy of being his companion since he doesn’t want Lysander to be with someone who struggles with so much.

She is also learning to speak rather than running away from her troubles which can cause her to behave recklessly, he can read her with such ease and has the hability to say just the right words she needed to hear to be encouraged.

ZenxIg. This ship speaks for itself.

Zen needed someone like Ignis on his life, someone to rely on, someone to tell his hopes and dreams. He didn’t need someone to fix his life for him, he didn’t want someone to magically fix his problems.

Zen needed someone to tell him ‘hey, you can do it. I’ll be with you no matter what’ and that’s exactly what Ignis made him see. Ignis changed him so much to the point he even started to properly take care of himself, because he has a bit of time to spare and make proper meals rather than eat something bought or bread.

Zen wanted someone to love him for who he is, to see something beyond a pretty face. To see a human with his own traumas and fears, struggling with a facade to not araise questions.

Oz&Vicky. Well, Oz pre-meeting the four was a quiet individual who didn’t want to interact with others unless necessary. It was less problematic not to get involved with anyone. But then he met everyone, and then he became close to so different individuals and closer than anyone else to Vicky that he started to develop a personality of his own. To experiment and toy with this concept of free will he chose to ignore for so long.

Yenien&Clara. He used to be, such a lost soul in a modern world.

He had been dead for so long, and was supposed to remain that way until he suddenly was brought back. And he was as scared as he was confused.

But then he saw this little girl, struggling to live and survive much like he had been. Except this was a little girl, he used to had a family until they died. So, in a way, he did have it better and had a need to protect her. While also, taking care of himself.

Because Yenien never saw his life as worthy, but for this one time, he did. He saw that he needed to be alive to help this little girl survive—eventually, Yenien started to become a better person with her help, to learn about humans, about how much has changed, about dancing to teach her.

To learn to live and move on from his past.

#burglarbravery #Too much chocolate b o i ( Lazy / Mun talk )#cw ; long post #lmao i did not notice how lONG THIS WAS IM SORRY DASHBOARD PPL ON MOBILE

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sev-on-kamino · 6 months

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So I am actively working to be coherent enough to post this because it has made me so unwell 😭 I need y’all to see the stunning art I commissioned from the incredibly talented @tardisdeancas of Daria and Fox. Literally crying, please send help!!! Thank you so so much again for this incredible piece of my OTP 💙💙

#LOSING MY ENTIRE MIND CURRENTLY #oc: daria trace #commander fox #tcw fox #tcw commander fox #fox x oc #commander fox x oc #star wars the clone wars #star wars oc #other people’s beautiful art #seven speaks #art by tardisdeancas #DarFox #Cupid & Commander #💘🦊

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sev-on-kamino · 9 months

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Relationship HCs - ✨Fox x Daria Trace✨

These all make my brain short circuit because the brain rot I have for these two is severe 😌 more to come soon I’m sure 😅

SFW in the first half, NSFW in the second

Fox doing push-ups while Daria sits on his back, fiddling with a Rubik’s Cube or doing a crossword puzzle

Making each other lunch for work

Daria setting an alarm, so she can wake up to greet Fox when he comes home from a late shift

Daria picking up Mando’a and surprising Fox with it randomly (specifically to tell him she’s ready to leave a party)

Fox wearing headbands that match whatever color Daria’s hair is at the time to hold his curls back

Fox teaching Daria to shoot, immediately regretting it because she’s so smug about her new skills 😎

Daria painting Fox’s toes while they talk about how their day went. Fox painting her toes while she paints her nails because they’re cute *and* efficient

Daria putting on Fox’s helmet whenever she is doing an impression of him; he calls her an unbelievable brat, but it tickles him immensely

Sitting on opposite ends of the couch until Daria’s had enough and gets in Fox’s lap

Dancing in the living room randomly

Calling each other Trace and Commander when they’re mad at each other

Fox being the first man Daria’s ever subbed for

Super chill morning sex on days off

They make office visits solely to tease each other and fool around. Everyone at RTL gives Fox knowing smiles when he leaves, the Corries do the same to Daria

Daria exploiting Fox’s voice kink whenever possible

Fox edging Daria for a day or two and then making her come over and over until she begs him to stop

Fox making sure there are always marks on Daria’s thighs

Both of them being possessive

Both of them enjoying their size difference

Fox randomly asking for Daria to hand over her panties when they’re at dinner. She’s gotten very skilled at removing them quickly and quietly. If she’s not wearing any, he’s going to edge her right there at the table

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The Blacklist

Summary: The coldest commander in the GAR meets a different kind of match when he makes an unscheduled visit to Daria’s office.

Commander Neyo vs. ofc: Daria Trace, featuring @littlemissmanga ofc: Yen (hope I got her lines just right🥰)

Rating: T

Word count: 1080

“I think I’d live here, if I wouldn’t drink enough caf to power an ion cannon,” Daria mused, as the barista passed cups of iced caf to her and Yen. She thanked the young woman and dropped credits in the tip jar before the pair headed to their favorite bench to people watch.

“You already do that. Besides when are you ever home?” Yen asked with a raised brow.

Daria was saved from answering when her comm beeped.

“Trace,” she answered smoothly.

“Daria,” Blizzard said nervously once the matchmaker answered her comm.

“Hi, Blizzard…is everything alright?” Daria asked, looking up at Yen with a puzzled expression.

“No, not at all. Commander Neyo is here again.”

Daria released a sigh that seemed to come from the depths of her weary soul.

“Let me guess, the woman I set him up with doesn’t follow orders?” She asked, taking a sip of her drink.

Yen’s shoulders shook with silent laughter. Neyo was their most difficult client. He’d been on more dates than anyone, and despite Daria’s preternatural ability to put the right people together, she remained unsuccessful with the commander.

“He didn’t say. He barged in, and now he’s camping out in your office. Please come back. He’s so scary,” Blizzard whispered despite the fact that his desk was nowhere near Daria’s office where the commander waited for her.

“I’m on my way, love. If he gets fussy with you, just call Fox or Thorn,” she instructed.

“I’m going to call them now, so they’re in the area at least,” he replied.

“Ok, I’ll be there soon.”

As she ended the call, she looked up at Yen. The exhaustion and irritation evident in the set of her lips, and the quirk of her eyebrow.

“How many dates has it been?” Yen asked, eyes narrowed as she thought of how many times Neyo had been to the office to monopolize Daria’s time.

“To quote our darling, Blizz, ‘too kriffing many’,” Daria said, shaking her head.

“You’re going to have to swallow your pride on this one.”

“He’s going to ruin my track record.”

“That’s better than his unscheduled visits surely,” Yen offered, as the two of them took off for the office.

“I guess it is, I just,” Daria began before she remembered how much of a migraine Neyo had been.

She hadn’t even understood his presence in her office when he’d come in to build his profile. Unlike his brothers, Neyo seemed to just want a soldier that wasn’t related to him. Unfortunately, that meant his only viable matches were strong-willed people, that didn’t care about his rank or his authority. He’d barged into her office to complain about the ‘battalion of brats’ she’d set him up with, and demanded she find someone respectful.

Daria had leveled him with a look before wading back into the ever evaporating pool of matches.

“You know what? He has this coming. It’s not me, or our system. It’s him,” she said, taking an aggressive sip of her drink.

“There’s my girl,” Yen said with a grin.

As the pair of women arrived at the office they were pleased to see Fox waiting just outside.

“Blizzard called and said you may need assistance escorting someone off of the premises,” Fox said, folding his arms. “Who is it?”

“Commander Neyo,” Daria said, eyes locked onto Fox’s visor.

Fox sighed in irritation. “I should have known. Alright, I’ll be here when you need me.”

“Thank you, Fox,” Daria replied, as they entered the lobby.

“Oh, thank the Maker,” Blizzard hissed. “He’s been out here twice to ask where you are.”

“I’ll handle it from here,” Daria assured him, waltzing back to her office.

“Commander Neyo, you’re in my office during my lunch break again.” She took her seat behind the desk, resting her arms on the surface and clasping her hands together.

“Look, Ms. Trace, despite your reputation, you’ve been unsuccessful in finding what I’m looking for,” Neyo said, sitting back in his chair, and narrowing his eyes at Daria.

“You’ve rejected the last 5 matches for,” Daria paused as she brought up his file. “Ah, here we go. Insubordination, too affectionate, a clear disregard for authority, disrespect, and today’s lucky lady: frivolous hobbies?”

“Some foolishness with stuffed animals,” Neyo supplied. “I need someone obedient, self-sufficient, respectful, with the approved list of hobbies I sent to you yesterday.”

Daria looked at him, eyes reading his face like a book.

“No.”

“Excuse me.”

“Is this your first time hearing the word? I said no,” Daria repeated. “You don’t want a partner; you want a subordinate you can sleep with. That’s not why we’re here.”

“You had better watch your tone, Trace,” Neyo said, voice dropping to a low pitch, meant to intimidate.

“The only thing I’ll be watching is you leaving my office. I’m exercising clause 15c of our terms and conditions.” Daria pulled up the documents on her datapad, and passed it to the commander, clearing her throat before reciting the clause in question. “Owing to the fact that matchmaking is not an exact science, and therefore cannot be guaranteed, our matchmakers, that’s me, reserve the right to terminate the services of any client, that’s you, should it become clear our matchmakers are unable to assist the client in acquiring a successful match.”

Neyo stared at the datapad a moment, before looking up to meet Daria’s eyes. The glint in his brown eyes was downright dangerous, but Daria had gone toe to toe with politicians, the rich, and the entitled of every species. There was nothing but ice in her veins when a man challenged her.

“I’ve done all I can do for you, and I do not believe a continued professional relationship is in our best interest. Now would you like to show yourself out, or would you prefer an escort from Commander Fox?”

Once it became clear that Daria was not some shiny, who would roll over for him, Neyo decided to snatch up what was left of his dignity and vacate the premises. As the disgruntled commander’s steps faded down the corridor, Daria released a shaky breath, and relaxed into her office chair.

Blizzard’s head popped around the corner. “Absolute. Kriffing. Legend. I’m telling all the boys.”

Daria looked up at him with a grin, and took a sip of her watered down caf. “Ugh, non-profit or not, he owes me an iced caf.”

Blizzard’s laugh could be heard all the way back to his desk.

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