#she apparently was just born with that blue hair lol

[rainbowangel110]

Baby

Baby girl

#A TINY LIKO #HELP #SHE'S SO CUTE!!!! #AWWW THE BOWL CUT #I WASN'T EXPECTING HER TO SHOW UP THIS EPISODE BUT OMG #I LOVE HER SO MUCH!!!! #look at her #big blue eyes #she apparently was just born with that blue hair lol #pokémon #pokemon horizons #pokemon horizons spoilers #just posting #also watching this episode and learning that Friede knows her mom #bro can make the most devastating your mom jokes (without the weird connotations)

[leqonsluv3r]

Hey how's it going? I was wondering if you would do an imagine of re4r Leon x Wesker reader, where she is Wesker's daughter

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re4!leon kennedy x weskers!daughter reader

— a oneshot (request)

warnings: MDNI, 18+, enemies to lovers basic troupe (bc i can and im a slut for it), some foul language, mentions of readers raging daddy issues (thanks wesker), age difference by like a few years (reader is 21 and leon is 27), reader is female and uses (she/her) pronouns, smut (obviously), unprotected sex (for the love of god please wrap it), praise (and some small degradation), hair pulling, he slaps her once, spanking, slightly soft!dom leon, bratty and stubborn asf reader and whatever foul things i’m forgetting

“he sees her in a way that makes her bones ache, like the oncoming of a storm or a tornado before it wipes people out. she sees it, whenever she’s unfortunate enough to run into him. she sees the way he looks down at her (and not just for her age, or her height) but for who her dad is. albert wesker. did she ever want to be born? carry that title at the agency? fuck no, she never did. but leon, looking down at her like scum off of his shoe…only made her burn more. in a way that was dangerous, yet thrilling.”

— or leon finally has enough of weskers daughters shit and decides to put her in her place

an: this request is hopefully what you asked for anon? and if not, so sorry in advance lol. i just took your idea and ran with it. also, it’s super long, i got carried away. also making up for how long i haven’t posted. pls enjoy <3

hate it’s a very strong word. it’s the only word she’s ever used to describe dislikes and things she’d rather not talk about.

she hates leon, even though she’s not supposed to. she’s supposed to like him, be buddy buddy with him but she can’t bring herself to be. not when he looks at her like she killed his family.

she didn’t, just for some context.

she’s tried to reconcile with the feeling of him glaring daggers at her every five seconds whenever they’re in the same room. or the way he looks when someone else mentions your name. it’s almost like a fun drinking game.

see how many times leon can glare at you in one social gathering before your hammered. she would play it if she drank, just to ease some of the tension of the heated looks that coated his blue eyes.

and what did she ever do to him anyways? absolutely nothing. she just existed and apparently, just like her father, that was enough to make her scum on the bottom of the hypothetical shoe.

her father, that was another reason she hated when leon would glare at her. it’s like that’s all he could see, she could see the hatred burn in his irises like the plague. a hatred for her, her father and seemingly all the things that her father had done wrong.

which was a lot, to be fair.

but having to be right next to leon, while your father talked to you both, it was like she was in her worst nightmare and she could pinch herself just so she would wake up.

that was what was happening right now, sitting in the organizations main office, ada standing idle at the door, almost as if she was guarding it from her or leon making a run for it.

she did not want to be here with her enemy and the guy she hates sitting next to her while they wait for her father. leon apparently didn’t want to be here either, if his grumbles and small looks of discomfort were any indicator.

he was literally sitting in his rivals office, sneaking glances at ada every so often, sending small glares in your direction, all while they waited for your father to make his designated appearance.

eventually ada gets uncomfortable with the silence and the looks and leaves, probably to stand outside the room. you thank god, crossing your legs in your chair and scooting it away from leon’s figure in the chair next to her.

it’s like the tension could be cut in this room with a knife, she could see him glaring at her out of the corner of her eye. subtle glares that she could pinpoint not just from her endless training but from the fact of leon’s obvious lack of subtlety.

“can i help you? or would you rather just keep glaring at me like i killed your puppy?” she says with a small sudden look in his direction, catching him head on. he scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest, tossing some of his hair out of his eyes, “i don’t have to answer you.” he responds.

“at least you can fucking speak. i thought you only could communicate with grunts and scoffs.” she says with a small sarcastic smile, looking directly at him as if to size him up or something. she knew she could probably take him if it came to that. the thought excited her but also made her heart pick up.

he mutters something to himself and doesn’t say anything, which is typical leon behavior when he’s even in the same vicinity as her. she didn’t know why her father wanted them both here.

and she had no clue why she was literally being forced to sit in a room with someone who avoided her like the plague. she shifts in her seat and looks down at her lap again, drumming her manicured hands against her knee and bouncing her leg as she waited.

the silence was almost as thick as the tension, it could probably swallow them both if they weren’t careful. “can you stop doing that?” she hears him say in a low voice. she rolls her eyes internally, what was his problem now?

“stop doing what?” she says in a small snap, obviously irritated as she whips her head in his direction to look at him. his blue eyes were hard, stone like and it felt like he could freeze her just with a look. she was surprised that she wasn’t.

“tapping your leg. moving it. just stop.” he says as he glances towards her legs crossed over each other in the chair, one bouncing regularly as she just sat there and did absolutely nothing.

seriously? what is his fucking deal? she thinks to herself as she rolls her eyes at him again, ignoring his request as she continues to bounce her foot in her chair. she simply uncrosses them and lets her boot clad feet rest on the floor, still bouncing one leg.

he shoots her daggers, like a look that could slice her skin clean open. she didn’t dare look at him, knowing that she was pushing him, making him more annoyed and irritated. but she didn’t really care, she just wanted her dad to be here so she could get the fuck away from leon and his penetrating look.

he doesn’t say anything, the glares and sighs and scoffs never ending as she kept bouncing her knee as she anxiously waited. eventually, he got fed up and slammed a hand down on her knee that was bouncing.

“enough. i said quit it.” he says in a low voice towards her, leaning over the arm of his chair so that he could make his message quite clear: don’t fuck with him. she swallows and her eyes go a tad wide, she looks down at the knee he’s holding, his hand so large over her knee it makes images appear in her mind that she wants to not have right now.

“okay, jesus. i won’t do it anymore, just let go of me.” she says in irritated tone, moving her knee and her entire chair away from him. he slips his hand away and just presses his lips together, his jaw clenching like a fist. she swallows subtly and just keeps herself away from him.

“good. your finally fucking learning something.” he says in a small smirk finds its way onto his lips, she doesn’t dare look over at him fully. settling for the peripheral view of him in his chair next to hers, sitting behind the desk.

she doesn’t have a chance to ask him what he means before the door opens and albert wesker finally makes his long delayed appearance. and for once, she’s glad her father is actually in the room, the lesser of two evils at the moment.

but it still rings in her mind, what did leon mean? what did any of this mean? and…why did that touch on her knee send her into such a wave of confusion? she’d hope that some questions would be silently answered soon. 

turns out that the reason they were both there, was not for some lecture or some lesson. but rather for leon to teach her more about discrepancy during missions. which unfortunately for her meant that she had to train with him.

leon wasn’t thrilled about it either, he looked like he was about ready to punch her dad when he made the suggestion. and he argued, “why me? why not someone from this organization? why the rivals?” whining like a child who got paired with another child he didn’t like.

she would’ve laughed if her father wasn’t staring directly at her, glaring like she would get reprimanded for looking at him funny. but wesker didn’t answer leon’s question, just annoyingly stated that it was because he said, and unfortunately for the both of them thats how they ended up in their current position.

standing in a training room at the DSO, letting him attempt to teach her some moves. which if his instruction wasn’t good, she would be totally lost. at least he had that going for him.

she was offended by her father’s statement, not living up to his fucking beyond perfect standards. like no matter what she did, whatever mission she completed…it was like it meant nothing to him.

like she was just supposed to be just like him, stoic and untouchable. she wasn’t, she was nothing like him and he had to know that or he wouldn’t push her so hard and break her down like this.

knowing her weak spot of hatred for leon kennedy, using him as an excuse so she could get pushed harder and harder until she eventually broke into pieces. knowing how this would all play out, letting leon have his fun with throwing punches and swings her way like he’s probably always wanted too.

this is their third training session, the first two sessions spanned two weeks after the discussion with her father in the organization’s office. during this particular training session leon had been giving her shit, trying to poke at her, hitting all her weak spots that she didn’t even know she had.

“step into it and actually act like you want to hit me.” he says harshly as he looks down at her, his chest rising and falling fast as he pulls her up harshly off the matted floor. she swallows and tries to catch her breath.

“i do want to hit you. just not for training purposes.” she hisses as she lets him pull her up roughly by her arm, landing on her own two feet again, pulling out of his grab on her arm. he sends her a disappointing look, “funny.” he deadpans as he looks at her.

“oh yeah, fucking hysterical.” she moves back away from him, moving hair behind her shoulder as she does, going to the edge of the mat in the training room. he lets out a sarcastic chuckle, “maybe if you fucking hit me like you were supposed too-“

“shut up! shut the fuck up. i will hit you. i will.” she says in a hiss as she comes charging towards him, almost sprinting as she tries to land a punch to his face but he blocks her faster, holding her fist in his large hand. “enough.” he demands, pushing her fist away harshly.

he spoke in that same tone like he did four weeks ago and she felt something in her falter. something weaken, like a dying fire inside of her bones and body. she stopped, for her own good, dropping her hand back by her side.

“you need to stop being so fucking counter intuitive with your movements. i could see that weak punch coming from a mile away.” he explains as firmly as he could, sending a small look of irritation her direction. she catches the look, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest.

“and how does one do that?” she says with a small look of annoyance and obvious boredom. something happening within her at his firm tone that she couldn’t quite place. it just felt different, she didn’t know how to feel about it.

he takes a step towards her, slow and methodical. he takes her hand that attempted to throw a punch at her, he makes a fist with her smaller hand, forming a punch gesture. “this,” he raises her formed fist by her wrist. her breath faltering a little as he does this.

“you never ever want to form a loose fist, ever. first step,” he says with conviction and firmness, she can’t even pretend to be irritated. not now, not with his hands on her hand and his tone so firm and reprimanding.

“fist tight, curled knuckles but keep them out.” he says as he runs the pads of his fingers over her knuckles, smoothing them out as if they were ripples in the sea. she simply lets him, not having the fight left in her to even move. she simply swallows and nods, as if she could focus on his direction right now.

“second thing,” he holds her wrist up with the curled fist he formed with her fingers, “always aim with purpose. always throw your punch with intention.” he says firmly, looking down deep into her eyes as he did so the message came across.

he chuckles dryly, “not like you did before when you charged at me.” he states, holding her tiny wrist in his large hand. proving his point further by dropping her hand back down at her side. her fist uncurling as a breath is released from her lips.

“now, let’s try another defense, practice the punch and do what i told you. maybe you won’t be entirely unfortunate.” he says with a small crooked smirk, mocking her obviously as he backed up. she didn’t have it in her to poke him back, she didn’t even know what was happening to her.

like she had been reduced to a puddle at his hands, only a simple touch on her hand, a firm tone and a teaching. not even a lecture, just a simple firm instruction. she was confused, but she would continue.

even though her insides felt strange and uncomfortable, like a change that was happening inside of her that she couldn’t even pinpoint and she hated it.

a month into training sessions and she still felt that weird feeling in her body whenever his tone was firm and hard towards her, like a scolding parent.

but now it was different, she felt like she was suddenly awakened. like a part of her was different. she knew it wasn’t just his training. she could tell that much, leon must’ve sensed something.

because now he’s talking to her as they sit down on the bench of the D.S.O training room, her body turned towards him, crossing her legs in her lap. she sips from her water bottle, wiping her sweaty forehead as she feels his presence next to her on the bench.

“does it hurt?” he asks suddenly, making her snap her eyes towards him, her brows furrowed. she’s surprised he wasn’t bickering with her or lecturing her on her performance in his training he’s been giving her.

“does what hurt?” she asks as she swallows the water, looking at him, brushing some sweaty hair out of her eyes from her forehead. her water bottle clenched firmly in her lap, adjusting on the bench.

he sighs and leans forward a little, propping his elbows on his knees. she keeps her eyes trained on him, where they about to have a heart to heart? seriously? she could act shocked, but deep down within her she felt something shift. “your relationship with your father. does it hurt?” he asks in almost a whisper. like it wasn’t supposed to be spoken.

she parts her lips a little, glancing down at her water bottle as she tried to think of an answer. did it hurt? did the relationship with her father, the untouchable albert wesker, hurt?

if it was like asking if a cactus hurt if you touched it, or if fire burned you if you got too close.

she already knew her answer after a few beats of silence, keeping her legs crossed on the bench. she swallows, words that have wanted to be long awaited left her mouth, “yeah, it hurts. but not for the reasons you probably think.” she responds softly.

he glances over his shoulder at her, letting it sink in, letting her response soak into his bones. “what reasons then?” he asks her, moving some of his hair out of his eyes with a small move of his head. he needed to know if his suspicions were correct or not.

or if he had been hating her almost unprovoked by the simple nature of who her dad was.

she takes a glance back up at him, looking at the way his muscles strained against the back of his t-shirt that he had worn to training today. she feels heat pool between her legs and bites her lip, a response to his question on the tip of her tongue.

“he expects perfection, all the time. blood or not blood. and it’s like no matter what i do, no matter how many missions i go on, it’s never enough.” she explains as she tries to focus on the conversation with him, she can’t deny that her gaze on him could burn holes if she looked hard enough.

and the uncomfortable pooling in her underwear did not help this situation one bit.

but still she continues, “being his daughter is a burden when it should feel like a blessing.” she whispers as she blinks her eyes, the truth felt freeing even if it was to leon, an enemy almost turned acquaintance in this past month.

he looks over at her again, leaning up and settling straight against the bench. he looks almost like he’s finally understanding now. getting both sides of the story. like he had been looking at his enemy or his competitor as one, when really it was just her and wesker.

she wasn’t him, he knew that now. he needed to be sure and now he was. he felt guilty like he had hated this girl forever for no purpose entirely, just because her father had a tainted reputation within all agency’s.

“is it really that bad?” he asks softly, again, almost as if he’s afraid to ask it. like it had been so bad hypothetically and it was too much. leon fears he already knows the answer to his question.

his blue eyes look over her sweaty and worn out frame, sitting innocently criss crossed on the bench next to him in the training room. she looked like a hurt little girl who had scraped her knee on the pavement and now leon was the one to tend to her wounds.

not her father.

“my last mission, i went to aruba. i took down an entire fleet of enemies and people without batting an eye. i typed up the report, gave it back to him and instead of saying good job, anything…he told me that my diligence was sloppy and unnecessary.” she says with a small swallow as she looks down at her water bottle in her lap, blinking some water away from her eyes.

tears or sweat? who knew.

her hair followed her, curtaining her face only slightly. as she let out a pained laugh, shaking her head, leon had opened the emotional can of worms without even potentially realizing it. “as if me taking down people, almost an entire colony, meant nothing to him.” she cracks out, taking a small shaky breath.

she looks over at him with a slightly pained expression, moving her hair out of her eyes. he could see it in her eyes when she looked at him. he wishes he could fix what damage wesker had done by simply being her father.

but he knew he couldn’t. he could only stop hating her, and that was easier said than done. but he could try, make her have something or rather someone to latch onto, to reprimand her in a way that didn’t damage her self esteem.

“what if i told you that i don’t want to be at your throat anymore? what would you say to that?” he says with a small press of his lips, looking over her sweaty and exhausted body. his cock hardened in his training gear of the thought of what lie beneath her workout outfit.

god, what would her lips feel like? sucking him off, pretty and perfect as he slid his dick into her mouth. probably look up at him all teary eyed and desperate. hell, she would probably thank him for it.

he was trying to ignore it, his dick twitching in his pants as he saw her think over his words, the gears turning in her brain.

she felt her lips part, a small breath leaving her. was it shock? some undercurrent of happiness? she didn’t know she couldn’t piece it together right now. not when she was trying to ignore her arousal and stay focused on the words coming out of leon’s mouth.

“i’d like that a lot.” she responds with a small smile, one that he hadn’t seen before. one that she hadn’t let grace her face in years it felt like. he knew this wasn’t going to be easy, being so close to her now, not being enemies.

but still, that understanding was there. she didn’t need him hating on her anymore, sending glares that were clearly reserved for her dad, her way. she didn’t deserve that, even if her father seemed like the evil embodiment of everything he hated.

he could see she was nothing like that, he smiles only slightly and nods, “alright. friends? acquaintances?” he says with a small stick out of his hand towards her. she looks down at it, swallowing thickly, his hands painting images in her mind that weren’t exactly appropriate right now.

she nods, still smiling, “friends.” she says softly and reaches out to wrap her hand around his, shaking it. his size so clearly dwarfed hers. her heart swelled a little, her core pulsing.

they were both lying to themselves and so obviously aroused, it was only a matter of time before the tension snapped. and all hell would break loose.

the next week, she walks into the D.S.O training room and she’s nervous, nervous for what? she’s not even sure but she sees him sitting on the bench like he was last week when they agreed to be friends.

he sees her walk in, she notices something different in his gaze this time but she’s not sure what. he looks almost…hungry. like he could just devour her with one look. “hey, sorry i’m late…” she begins to apologize and he stops her with his words.

she drops her workout bag on the bench, “don’t worry about it. but i have something in mind that’s different today.” he says with a small glance over her legging and sports bra clad body.

he already felt half-hard, just looking over her body and her curves. how he could get over the hate, see her as something so attractive and so delicate was beyond his comprehension. all he knew was he had to have her now, he had been thinking about this all week.

she didn’t know what he meant, she did know that he looked at her in a way no one ever had before, something deep and unrecognizable to the untrained eye. “what did you have in mind?” she asks quietly as she looks over into his eyes, her body trying to find out what he had in store for her.

he got up off the bench and stepped towards her, looking down at her with his hungry blue eyes. “you’re attracted to me.” he just states, keeping her eyes pinned on his.

she blinked up at him and nervously laughed, “what are you talking about?” she tried to brush it off as she looks up at him, trying to fool him with a nervous smile. “are you…are you trying to mess with me leon? it’s not funny.” she releases a shaky breath again.

he chuckles, shaking his head as he looks down at her, finding her idea of trying to mask it adorable. he reaches up and tucks some of the loose strands of hair behind her ear. “no, i’m not messing with you. you need my guidance, you need to be taught a lesson. but i’m not doing it unless you want me to.” he says with conviction.

she shivers at his warm touch on her skin, simply innocent but making butterflies and arousal occur to her body. he wouldn’t do it…unless she wanted him too? what could he possibly be talking about? did he mean…?

“are-are you talking about…?” she breathes shakily as she looks up at him, her chest rising and falling fast as she does. “sex?” she whispers and it doesn’t even sound like she’s saying it. the words feel so alien coming out of her mouth.

he nods slowly, tracing his hand that was fixing her hair down to her chin. “if that’s what you want, yes. your attracted to me, i’m attracted to you and we don’t hate each other anymore.” he points these things out as a storm of emotions swirls around in her head. 

he’s attracted to me? to me? the person he hated and glared at for as long as she knew him. she almost couldn’t believe it. but she got over it quickly, realizing that he was offering sex…with him to her so freely and openly.

“those are your only…reasons?” she whispers softly as she looks up into his eyes, blinking steadily as she tries to reconcile and decide within her brain what she wants to do.

“i have plenty of reasons. but those are the only ones you need to know right now. don’t believe me?” he says with a small look of intimidation in his eyes, because why would she believe him considering her history even though they were “friends” now.

she slowly shakes her head, he grabs her hand in a firm grasp like he did when he was showing her how to form a fist. he leads it down to the front of his pants, his half hard cock in his jeans resting underneath her hand. she swallows as she maintains contact with his pant clad erection.

“you see now? you understand? hmm?” he leans into her neck and whispers those words hotly against her skin, causing goosebumps to erupt all over; pebbling her skin. arousal finding its way uncomfortably more beneath her leggings.

she nods wordlessly, looking at him as he keeps his head by her neck, he chuckles lowly. “use your words, you know how to talk baby. i know you do.” she can feel his smirk against her skin as he says that.

“yes, i understand.” she says in a soft voice that sounds nothing like her own. she moves her hand from his erection in his pants to his chest, rubbing her hand over his t-shirt, feeling his muscles beneath it.

“good girl. now, i am going to fuck you.” he says in her ear, her hole pulsing at the praise around nothing. she doesn’t even have it in her to care anymore, she’s losing all sense of rational thought at his close proximity.

she hums, feeling his lips ghost over her neck as he dangerously presses a kiss to it her skin, nibbling at it. she finds herself making a small noise that’s trapped in the back of her throat.

she practically melts under his touch, grasping onto his t-shirt. “don’t worry baby. i’ll take care of you. tell me you want it. or should i find out on my own?” he says lowly in almost a predatory growl against her neck. she shivers at his words, only imagining what he could mean by that. “i want it. i want…i want you to fuck me.” she says in a slightly whiny voice.

it’s hard to believe that it’s even her, she feels nothing like herself pressed up against him, his lips nibbling and sucking at her neck, his hands ghosting her waist. she’s not in control anymore like she usually is and it feels nice to hand it over to him, especially like this.

he smirks into her neck again, pulling his lips away from her sweet pale skin. he chuckles lowly, “good. now,” he steps back and looks down at her, looking at her sports bra, “take that off.” she blinks up at him with dreary eyes, she follows his orders though.

not having it in her to say no at this point. she pulls the zipper that’s down the front of it, the material underneath a little sheer. he can see the outline of her hardened nipples barely underneath. she continues to take it off, unclipping it from the front and letting her breasts spill out of it.

goosebumps all along her bare upper half as she feels his lustful glare penetrating her chest. eyeing her breasts with hunger. she lets the useless sports bra slip onto the floor. the cold air kissing her skin.

he reaches out and massages her breasts, “mmm, imagined how they looked. gotta say, i’m not disappointed.” he says with a smirk, he guides her over to the bench, nudging her to lay down, her head resting on the bare wood as he straddles the bench. he grabs her legs lifting them up over his shoulders, each ankle resting on his shoulders.

“mmm,” he leans down and presses his mouth to her chest, taking each nipple into his mouth while massaging the other, tweaking the nipples in his hands. she writhes underneath him, making small noises, her thighs pressed up to her stomach as he leans over her and devours her chest.

she lets it slip once, only once and once it does she regrets it. everything just feels so good and his mouth working on her chest is enough for it to slip out in ecstasy. “daddy…” she moans softly.

her body freezes up a little, waiting for him to recoil, to push her away and make her put her sports bra back on. but instead he looks up from her chest, releasing one of her breasts with a small pop. his gaze even hungrier if that was even possible.

“you gonna let daddy fuck your pussy?” he says in a low rasp as he grasps at her chest again, massaging her breasts again that he had devoured. she doesn’t act shocked that he agreed to the name, she just nods mindlessly.

“good girl.” he says with a small chuckle, leaning back. he lets his hands slide down from her breasts to the hem of her leggings, pulling them down with fervor. he scoots back and pulls them off of her legs, throwing them on the floor by her discarded sports bra of the training room floor.

he gets up from the bench, popping the button on his pants and pulling them down his legs, kicking them off with his shoes, removing hers as well. she looks at his large erection that’s straining in his boxers, a small spot of precum on the top where the tip must be.

she swallows a small noise as she lays her head back down on the bench, her eyes staring up at the ceiling. he looks down at her body, “no underwear? did you know this would happen? or are you just being a naughty little girl?” he says with a mocking tone as he catches her trying to press her thighs together where she lays on the bench.

she looks up at him from where she lays against the bench, she shakes her head. “i’m not naughty. my underwear…they just get ruined too easily, daddy.” he tilts his head with a small smirk, “is that so? are you lying princess?” he says as he straddles the bench again, pulling her by her ankles close to his boxer clad erection.

she shakes her head feverishly as if she could lie to him, he leans over her, lightly smacking her cheek, “your just desperate for my dick baby? is that it? even being near me and your soaking.” he says with a small mocking laugh as she just gazes bleary eyed back at him.

the light tingle of his small smack against her cheek makes her body light up like an electric shock, her hole clenching around nothing. the degrading going deep to her core, everything that he’s saying is just making her painfully more aroused.

her core is practically aching for him at this point. she nods up at him, “yes, daddy.” she says with a small whimper, he smirks and shakes his head, looking down at her glistening pussy.

“mmm, yeah, pretty tits and a pretty pussy. your just a beautiful sight baby.” he says with a small hum. she feels herself whimper softly and become wetter at just his words of praising her body. “your practically leaking on the bench, but don’t worry. i won’t leave you waiting for long.” he says with a small smack to her pussy, making her back arch and release a strangled noise.

“dirty girl.” he says with malice, he gets up again, walking over to the training room door, locking it and making sure no one could even look in here. he then takes his shirt off and walks towards her again, “on all fours baby, do it for daddy.” he says with a small gesture of his hands.

she bites her lips and shakily gets up off of the bench and gets on all fours, he grabs her duffle and puts his t-shirt on it, moving so she can rest her head on it for stability. he crawls behind her on the bench, rubbing the flesh of her ass with his large hands.

“such a pretty ass too, baby. hmmm,” he says in fascination as he lightly skims his fingers over her asshole, making her keel forward a little into his bunched up shirt on her duffle bag. he grabs her hip with one hand, keeping her in place. “nuh-uh, no moving from daddy.” he says with a small groan. he lightly smacks her ass, making her moan softly into the fabric of his t-shirt.

he feels a grin slide onto his face, “you like that? of course you do. your a naughty little girl.” he says and adds another smack to her other cheek. she releases another muffled moan into his t-shirt again.

he chuckles slowly, licking his lips. he leans back and pulls his boxers down, releasing his cock. he sighs in relief, finally able to breathe a little bit. “i’ll give my baby what she wants, even if she’s a naughty little slut.” he says with another smack to her ass, she keels forward again, her stomach arching into the bench.

her hole kept pulsing around nothing again as he said that, going straight to her core. her body still practically aching at this point for his cock. he chuckles and grips his cock in one hand, moving it through her slick folds. he keeps one hand still placed firmly on her hip.

she whimpers into his t-shirt as she feels the head of his cock touch her clit, teasing her. “please, daddy.” her whimpers muffled into the fabric.

he smacks her ass lightly again with his free hand, “shush, princess. you’ll get daddy’s cock in a second. i just need to make sure your ready.” he says with a small chortle again, he rubs his hand soothingly over her lightly red ass cheeks.

he takes his time coating his cock in her arousal, making her squirm and make tiny noises each time he does. “mmm, i think your ready for daddy’s cock baby.” he says with a small smirk, rubbing her ass cheeks, with his firm hands, sliding one hand down to brush the tip of his cock against her wet entrance.

she moaned softly, “yes, daddy.” she managed to get out as he nudged his tip in her entrance. she let out a strangled noise as he stuck the tip in, her fists gripping at the bench.

“just the tip baby and your sucking me in.” he groans as he nudged his cock further into her pussy, stretching her out more. “daddy…” she moaned weakly as she felt some drool slide out of her mouth and onto his t-shirt that her cheek was smushed against.

“i know, i know…just a little more baby. you can take it.” he says with a strangled noise, gritting his teeth as he slides more into her pussy, his length all the way inside of her at this point to the hilt.

“uhh, d-daddy…” she feels her body go slack a little at the fullness of his cock inside of her from behind. she finds it hard to focus on anything else right now, the feeling of his cock inside of her was so delicious and distracting.

“keep moaning for your daddy, wanna hear you princess.” he says with a small groan as he feels her pussy flutter around his cock, he reaches down and grabs at her hair, a fistful of it in his hands as he starts rocking his hips slowly against her, his hips slapping against her ass as he does.

she feels her eyes roll back and flutter shut a little, practically drooling as he yanks her hair up and causing her head to look straight ahead. she moans softly again, adjusting to his length. his hips move a little faster as he keeps her hair in a tight fist.

“so fucking tight, jesus.” he grunts as he keeps moving in and out of her. she moans daddy again at each thrust of his hips. she feels so fucking full and it almost feels like her skin is on fire in the best way possible.

he keeps fucking her, his hips moving faster as he keeps one hand on her hip to guide her hips back in as he thrusts, his other hand tugging at her hair as she moans and whines. “fuck…daddy…mmm, i’m close…” she manages to get out as he keeps thrusting into her, hitting that spot inside of her that made her vision go blurry.

he keeps making small grunts and noises of pleasure, “let go baby, i’ve got you. cum all over daddy’s cock.” she keeps releasing noises at every slap of his hips against her ass. she has his permission and she cums on his cock with a few more thrusts and hitting her sweet spot inside of her.

seeing stars dance in her vision, her body dropping back to his t-shirt, her thighs shaking as she releases and clenches around his cock. he releases her hair, the other hand holding onto her hips, a low groan escaping him as he feels her cum all over his cock.

the feeling of her squeezing around him is addicting and he knows he won’t last much longer. he fucks her through it and chases his own orgasm.

she bites her lips as small tears leak out of her eyes at the overstimulation that he gives her from his cock still moving in and out of her. “shh, it’s okay…baby, i’m close…gonna cum inside your pussy…” he manages to get out in between strangled noises, his hair dampening with sweat slightly.

she cries in a small whine of pleasure as he finally releases inside of her with just a few more thrusts, her pussy milking his cum so he doesn’t spill a drop out of her. she feels her body go slack as she comes down from it all, her chest rising and falling against the bench where she stays bent over.

he rubs a small reassuring hand over the curve of her ass, “you okay? i didn’t hurt you did i?” he says with a small hint of clarity as he slightly pulls out of her. she shakes her head into the fabric of his balled up t-shirt.

“here, here.” he grabs his boxers, climbing off of the bench and pulling them over his legs, he sits down on the bench. “put on the t-shirt, then cmere.” he says in a gentle but firm tone. she shakily moves her limbs and grabs his t-shirt from where it was crumpled up on top of her duffle.

he grabs his sweat rag from his own gym bag, patting his thighs for her to sit on. she adjusts his shirt over her body and moves to sit in his lap, burying her head into his neck and holding onto his bare chest with weak fists. he cleans up the inside of her thighs, over her sensitive folds.

she shivers and tries to move away from it, “shh, it’s okay. it’s okay. i’m just cleaning you up.” he whispers into her hair, pressing a gentle kiss there. she nods slowly, her eyes fluttering shut and relaxing into his lap, he pulls the rag away and puts it in his duffle next to him on the bench.

“was that good?” he says into her hair, looking down at her face with a small crane of his neck. “yeah, it was good.” she smiles softly as she tilts her head up and opens her eyes lazily. he smiles and rubs a hand over her back in a soothing gesture, feeling his heart bloom into a cathartic way he hasn’t felt in years.

“how about i take you out for dinner sometime? hmm? properly treat you.” he says with small squeeze of her hip, she smiles up at him, nodding. “i’d love that.” she says with a small sigh of content.

she held him as he held her in the aftermath of their love making and deep down they both knew that this was the beginning of something new for the both of them. something real, something exciting and full of love.

they couldn’t wait for what the future held in store for them.

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[noblesixjm04]

I can't get this out of my head. It's just something that ive had rattling around. If this doesn't make much sense I'm sorry lol but.

Do you ever think about if the Spartan ii's ever met one of those siblings without realizing it?

Like. John meeting a young female marine. She's quick witted and wicked smart. There is almost nothing she will back down from. At least not until she gets a "win." She will never leave one of her teammates behind. She's also known among her friends for her dry sense of humor.

One day she runs into John whiles he's out of armor. She never realizes that he's the Master Chief as they stare at one another. Blue eyes look into blue. The roots of her hair are blonde. Contrasted against a dark brown. They share the same smattering of freckles. Dusted along their face and down to their arms. Petering out along the backs of their hands.

And when she smiles there's a gap in her front teeth. (One tooth is chipped from a hard won game of King of the Hill.) She jokes that they match.

Apparently her brother had to. Her parents told her about him. How he had passed a few years before she was born. Her mother told her about her and her brothers shared a constellation of freckles.

Maybe Kelly runs into a pair of twin engineers. One is a girl. The other a boy. The girl has her hair cropped short. It's faded green. The boy has long hair. Held back in a tight braid. It's blue.

They strike up a conversation with Kelly one day. Mostly out of boredom. At one point talking about how they had been on their schools track team. Twin Terrors they had been called. They were the fastest in the entirety of their schools career.

They are the only two out of the group of engineers and scientists that could match her humor.

Kelly never sees them again after that. But she thinks about them often enough. About how they all shared the same accented voice.

About the day they all raced.

She won. Of course. But something about it made her feel like she was missing something. She matched it to the same feeling to her younger years with the rest of the ii's on Reach. On some of the few days they had true fun.

Linda was sent to therapy. Well. Not really sent. It was... Suggested. That she go.

Linda did. This time. For the first time. The last time.

She met an older man. Her elder by about three or four years. With the same red hair, that has streaks of white at the temples, and piercing green eyes.

Those eyes that looked at her like she does down the snipers scope. Those eyes that seemed to know her own.

She could see them widen. Hear the hitch on his breath as they flicker to a photograph and then back to her.

He...

Maybe she had seen him in passing once. Despite him never having been on this ship before.

He has been the one to pull the trigger.

"I don't think I'm the right match for you." His voice rumbled in a familiar way.

When she left. Linda tried to stop thinking about the worn, frames photo on his desk. The one with a boy. About eight or nine. With a shock of bright red hair. He held an archery trophy in one hand. In his other. The hand of a little girl. Close to five. With that same shock of red hair and green eyes that seemed to see you even through the cameras lense.

Fred meets a medic after a nasty injury. The Odst's and Marines in his company joke that he has as getting the best medic around.

He was a young man. Kind and deeply empathetic.

Those same Marines also joked about how the two of them could be siblings in a different life. With how they shared the same sloped nose and sharp jaw. The same, soft manner of speaking.

"Seriously Lieutenant. Just give the Doc the same hair cut. Could fool me that's for sure."

The medic said that he did have a brother. One that he has never met. That he had passed away a few months before he had been born .

But he and his parents visited his grave every year on his brother's birthday. And that this was the first year that he wouldn't be able to.

"He's be turning thirty three today." The medic had just finished Fred's stitches.

"Oh." Fred spoke it before it could be stopped.

"Oh what?" The medic had asked.

"I turned thirty three today." It was one of the few things he remembered. Something he rarely thought about. Because something around it had made his heart hurt.

"Here then. Happy birthday." The medic handed Fred a chocolate granola bar.

#halo #fred 104 #kelly 087 #linda 058 #john 117 #idk man #like #i cant help but think like #what if little fred had been so excited to have a new sibling #what if it was something he was forced to forget about because it's something he wouldn't stop talking about #do you think kellu would have helped her siblings practice with track? #do you think they would have continued her legacy of being the fastest kid on track? #do you think Linda would have adored her older brother? #that she would copy everything he did? #how even being a sharpshooter followed her all the way to reach #that the family's sharp eye stayed with her no matter what? #do you think that john would have been super protective of his baby sister? #that even though he was nearly sixteen years older than her that he would have adored her? #loved her so much that he would enlist in the unsc to keep her safe? #to protect her from the covenant? #do you think she would have followed right after him after they both lost their parents? #sorry for the rambling lol

[ell-arts]

Hello ! Time for some Speculative Biology because my mind can't rest !

Ey... have you noticed that each and every Pac-baby looks the same ? Check this out: same roundness, same eyebrows, same noses, same colors. They all start out from somewhere with a base color (pink, orange-ish and blue-ish. Primary colors, that's smart)

I know it might just be lazy copy-pasting of characters but lets take it the other way:

Pacster as a baby looked exactly the same, except he was just as yellow as his parents.

Apparently, as they grow older, they get more defined facial, physical features and colors to match their personality (and probably gender too).

Everyone looks so much more different from each other as grown-ups, either it be in size, color or shape.

Although have you noticed that Pacster himself,, didn't change that much as he grew ? That he doesn't even look like his parents at his age ?

Following that logic, it means that in their universe: Pacster has a baby face. He's just a big baby-faced boy and everyone has to see it.

Words cannot express how much my brain can't deal with this theory

Fam, you've tickled my brain at 1AM in the morning and now I can't go back to sleep-

YES.

YES I LOVE THIS.

I actually never thought of it that way before!

Baby Pac really is the only individualistic baby we've ever seen, and any other babies do look like copy-pasted alternatives of him (which most likely is because they needed to be used for extra stock characters, as you've mentioned). We've seen very few characters as babies, except for a select few. One of them is little Cyli, but she was a child rather than a baby at that stage. Because of so few canon sources, we can speculate a lot on Pacworlder biology and try to fill in the gaps. What fun 👀

I also really love the idea of babies being born as a light/pastel version of the colour they will grow into as an adult. We see most baby Pacworlder as those light shades of colours you mentioned, so I think it could be plausible. Yes ofc baby Pac was the exact same tone as he is now, but let's chalk it up to him being a Yellow One lol.

In fact, yellow IS one of the primary colours...

Maybe the reason he was full-on yellow as a baby is that Pacworlders with pure red, yellow, and blue lineages are always born as bright tones rather than lighter tones, and thus they stay that colour tone throughout their lives instead of going from light to vivid. Just some extra theory-food to chew on 👀

As a bonus, if we compare a baby Pacworlder to a child Pacworlder, it's clear that the eyes and eyebrows are more-or-less the same shape, being that the period between babyhood and childhood is brief and so changes will start becoming apparent, but not always obvious. By the time a Pacworlder reaches the 5-10 age range, their hair, nose shape, and similar features start coming in, whereas certain facial features still look baby-like.

And if we use these two as examples of Pacworlders gaining their distinct features as they grow...

Yup. It's settled.

Pac has Baby Face Syndrome. And I love it.

Now I wanna squish his face even more.

#ask #pmatga #pacman and the ghostly adventures #pacster #cylindria #I LOVE these speculations

[steelthroat]

The sun and pluto for the ask game if you do not mind good friend :)

Ohhh no, of course I don't <3 *platonic smooch*

So:

Sun: 5 things I like about myself

Mhhhh not easy but let's try some self love :D

My eyes: color of my mum's, the shape of my dad's. I poke fun at my dad for not trying hard enough and passing me his blue eyes... but mine are pretty and do their job so it's cool.

My hair, although I've just recently discovered it's kind of curly and I curse it a lot... I finally feel like it's MY hair (I have a turbulent story regarding my hair)

My shoulders are large and they look strong. I like looking strong :) (even if I'm gremlin-sized)

I like the fact that I can work well under pressure, I mean probably I'm only able to work under pressure??? But hey at least when things go south I know what to do

My leading skills... I've gotten praise for them and I like being praised and whatever brings me praise... so yay apparently I can lead :D

Pluto: paranormal experiences

Huh... mh like idk ghosts or something unexplainable? Maybe I can find a couple of experiences, twice serious and one funny

When I'm particularly desperate and it's past midnight and I write to my friends "hey I hope [x] teacher doesn't show up at school tomorrow" it happens. Which is super silly and 100% a coincidence but dammit if my desperation is SO POWERFUL please let it be a power ahahahah

When I was 4 I was on a swing and I thought I saw a boy next to me swinging too but he was like in one of those black and white old movies... obviously i turned and there was no boy, just a swing swinging freely

One month before i was born medici thought I died, no machinery could detect my hearbeat or movement for 3 days and they thought my mum lost me (she had already had spontaneous abortions so it would have been possible). She was ospitalized immediately but then poof I came back.

This little stunt of mine made.my mum stay hospitalized for a month lol... btw no one knows what the hell happened

#steel answers #thanks for the ask

[mariaofdoranelle]

Empty Nested

Rowaelin Month day 9: Single Parent AU

Long story short, life happened and I won’t be able to keep up with my original plan of posting for every prompt. However, I managed to finish this WIP and here it is! It’s 11:48 pm where I live so I guess it still counts as day 9 lol I hope you like it!!

Warnings: language, NSFW

Word count: 3,1k

Edit: This fic ended up becoming a whole thing so here’s a masterlist

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To-do list

Read gardening book

Improve garden

Master’s degree pros and cons list

Find out which liquor bottles Maisie drank in secret and watered down

Enroll in Old Language classes

Rowan sighed. He was sat on his porch, trying to figure out what to do on the third weekend without Maisie driving him insane. His life’s purpose revolved around his only daughter for the last eighteen years, and now that he just dropped her off at college, he felt lonely. Mostly bored.

Coming home to an empty house felt hollow enough, the real tears about her moving only came when he arrived and saw her bike sitting on the porch. Three weeks later, he hadn’t moved it. Instead, he was gazing at it as he scrambled his mind for something to do.

Some movement on the street caught his attention, and Rowan noticed two men in an uniform carrying a massive piano inside Aelin Galathynius’s house. As tamed as he was, it was impossible not to notice how beautifully her golden hair shined below the midday sun, or how little that pale blue dress did to hide the curves underneath. Something like that would drive Rowan insane when she first moved into their street, but now he was a lot more used to his drop dead gorgeous neighbor. When Rowan realized what he was doing, he focused his gaze on her garden’s Kingsflower and swallowed. That woman raised Maisie’s best friend. She deserved more than a creepy old neighbor.

“Need any help?” Rowan asked as he got closer to the home.

Aelin turned around and smiled brightly at him. “Not really, but come on in!” And gestured for him to come inside. Good. If she gave Rowan a task to do, it meant he had one less thing to add to his to-do list.

He and Aelin were in that weird parent limbo where they’re not exactly friends, but they’ve been chatting here and there for years because their kids are close.

“How’s Finn?” he asked after the piano matter was settled, while she made coffee for them.

She sighed affectionately. “He’s in love with college and everything is amazing, you know how the freshman year goes. It’s so cute. And he’s there with his girlfriend, so he’s loving it.”

“Yeah, same for Maisie.” He chuckled. “Except for the relationship part. She’s merciless with her girls.”

“And you have no idea where she got that from?” Aelin teased.

His eyes went wide. “I really don’t. I spent years telling her to avoid the ladies’ man type, but apparently she misunderstood the lessons and ended up becoming one.”

Aelin cackled, but sighed again after. “God, I really miss those troublemakers.”

He sent her a watery smile. “Me too. I’ve been trying to get busy, but apparently that’s not a problem for you?”

“I used to play it everyday before Finn was born.”

Rowan looked between Aelin and her new piano, astounded. “You knew how to play that beast at sixteen?”

Grinning, she nodded. “I even used to teach it for extra money before having a full-time job.”

He just blinked, amazed. “Sometimes I forget not every teenager is a dipshit. I have absolutely no useful hobbies to revive.” In fact, Maisie was who made him learn real responsibility. Caring for a newborn in college without the mother was no joke.

“I’m sure this isn’t the case.”

With a raised eyebrow, he challenged, “Unless you call partying a hobby.”

Aelin went still, her eyes wide. “I have a boat party later today, you should come!”

“What?” he screeched.

“Come on!”

Rowan blinked, thinking hard on it. “I’m not sure.” He never left the house on the weekends because, as independent as Maisie tried to be, she always got in trouble at parties, so Rowan liked to be available for her.

“It’s my friend’s birthday, it’ll be fun.”

Well, as alarming as the thought was, Rowan couldn’t be physically there for his little girl. And he didn’t need to think about the to-do list if he wasn’t at home. Reluctantly, he finally answered, “Okay. You sure your friend won’t mind?”

Aelin grinned wickedly. “When you meet Fenrys, you’ll be sure of it.”

~~

Rowan endured two chapters of his new gardening book before readying himself early for the party. When it was finally time, to reach Aelin, he crossed the street to find his neighbor wearing gentle waves on her hair and a pleased grin.

She was wearing a golden, metallic dress that was... flattering. Maybe way too flattering. It had a V-neckline that made Rowan’s eyes go too south before he snapped it back up, flushing, to meet Aelin’s smirking face.

Rowan’s mouth opened and closed while he scrambled his mind for something respectful to say that would do her justice, but his flustered face seemed to be response enough by her ever-growing grin.

“We should catch an uber. I’m making us drink tonight,” she said, putting him out of his misery.

Rowan cleared his throat and nodded. “Let me.” He gave his phone to Aelin so she could type which part of the Florine River they were supposed to be at, and the ride ended up being pretty uneventful.

When Aelin invited him, Rowan was expecting a small get together at the marina. However, he found himself inside a tri-deck yatch with a DJ and a infinity pool.

Fenrys, just like Aelin predicted, didn’t mind his unadvised presence in the slightest. There was absolutely no way a singular, regular person knew all this people, but Aelin didn’t seem surprised by how packed the place was. She just greeted everyone she knew and introduced Rowan as they beelined to the nearest bar. In the meanwhile, he tried not to notice the amused glances Aelin’s friends darted between the two of them.

The bar was a little crowded, but Rowan managed to get some whiskey while she intently watched the preparation of her dessert cocktail.

“We should hit the dancefloor.”

Rowan’s body froze. “I can’t dance.”

Grinning, she answered, “Good. I can’t either.”

For the first time in years, Rowan was led to a small crowd under strobe lights. Aelin looked like a living flame with that dress, but she didn’t seem to realize it, carelessly dancing whichever pop music was playing. He tried not to embarrass himself by doing some sort of manly dance, but she wouldn’t have it.

His heartbeat picked up when Aelin put two hands on his chest and leaned closer to his face, but she just neared his ear and said, “Come on! You can do better than a straight guy dance.”

Rowan laughed brightly at this, little did she know he was just trying to not embarrass himself. He took Aelin’s arm and twirled her just before allowing his limbs to do their own thing, accompanying his dance partner’s uncoordinated moves, just letting loose on the dancefloor. And it felt good. Freeing. Their dancing must’ve looked borderline quirky from anyone looking from the outside, but he felt lighter than ever.

Feeling a little bold, he placed both hands on her hips, still swaying together. After a few minutes, she led him to the bar again, holding hands.

After sipping on the same drinks again, he mentioned to ask Aelin what she wanted to do, but her eyes were already on him. She led him out of the crowded part, and then trapped Rowan against the glass wall with her two hands. The only signs of her desire were her quick breaths and hypnotizing parted lips, so Rowan put his years-long self-control aside and placed a unsteady hand on Aelin’s nape, his thumb running her neck up and down.

He didn’t know who initiated it, but what started tentative soon became an open-mouthed, fervent kiss. Every inch of Aelin’s front was pressed against his, and she didn’t seem to mind Rowan’s greedy hands on her sides by the way she yanked his hair, leading his mouth to her neck.

Swapping places, he pressed Aelin against the wall. “Tell me you didn’t put that golden dress on purpose,” Rowan hissed on her ear, in charge of her body.

“I can’t,” she smirked.

Rowan kissed her again. Picking Aelin up, he sneaked his hands a bit under her dress, hoping his eager grip wouldn’t bruise her. In response, she pressed herself against him, her ridden-up dress allowing the friction between his bulge and her underwear’s the flimsy fabric. She was going to be the death of him.

“You’re such a cocktease.” Rowan didn’t mean to say this out loud, but he was too immersed in her to chastise himself. However, Aelin’s whole body shivered, and she arched her hips against this. Just as greedy, he decided to continue, “And you love it, don’t you? I bet you’re loving to make my blood boil right now.” She moaned, and Rowan moved one hand that was already under her dress to run his thumb against her wet underwear. He could feel Aelin’s knees buckling on his side, but he stilled. It had been a while since he’d been with a woman, and at least a decade since doing it at a part. And it wasn’t just a woman, it was Aelin. Perhaps he was going too fast and—

“Please,” Aelin’s soft whimper snapped him out of his thoughts.

Well, it was hard to deny her anything with those bewitching little whimpers and flushed cheeks. Their position made it hard for anyone to notice Rowan’s hand under her dress, so he sneaked his thumb under the lacy fabric and started massaging Aelin’s clit. She cried out when he first applied pressure, but Rowan started kissing her to swallow her moans, and they soon settled into a rhythm.

For all the restrained movements he had by using one arm to carry Aelin and the other hand pleasure her, she made up by touching him everywhere. Rowan felt sly hands running across his chest, back, redirecting his face from Aelin’s mouth to her neck, making his desire grow each touch.

She gripped his shirt with impressive strength when her body went still around him, then she relaxed completely on his arms. Rowan pressed their foreheads together, both of them panting when he felt a bit smug by noticing her trademark lavender smell was now mixed with sweat.

“You alright?” he asked.

His answer was a lazy, blissful smile. “Perfect. We might need a napkin to your face, though.” Rowan leaned a little to the side to see his reflection on the glass wall and, yes, his face was smudged with Aelin’s lipstick. A lot.

After getting down from his embrace and making sure her legs were firm enough to walk in high heels again, they decided to look for anything able to clean his face—napkin, tissue, toilet paper—they couldn’t afford to be picky.

The birthday boy, was Henrys his name? was filming the whole party, and soon the blinding flashlight from his phone landed on them.

“Say cheese!” he screamed, way too cheerful to be sober.

A dark-haired version of Henrys yanked him away. “I’m cutting off your booze.” Then he turned his head towards everyone in the room and quickly yelled, “Sorry!”

Aelin chuckled, and they soon found an empty bathroom with tissues. She mentioned for him to seat on top of the toilet’s closed lid while grabbing what she needed, but then stopped.

“You know?” she started with a sultry voice, “I kinda like that look on you. And I like that I was the one to kiss you all over.”

“You like your men looking like the Joker?” Rowan teased.

She giggled, losing the seductress act for a minute. Aelin sat on his lap, rubbing a wet tissue against his neck. He instantly held her hips and pulled her closer, baring her thighs on the way. Aelin took it as a cue and started rubbing herself against his bulge, and in this position Rowan was free to cup her breasts. One hand was gripping her hair, helping him lead the kiss, and the other holding Aelin’s breast as his thumb flicked a nipple through the dress. They were in a frenzy, giving and taking pleasure however they could, when Rowan heard a hissing sound. Aelin unzipping her dress.

Deciding to gently stop her, he managed to cup her hand somewhere between her hand and her hips.

Breaking the kiss, Aelin leaned away from him a little. “Did I do something wrong?”

Why in hell would she think that? Putting a strand of golden hair behind her ear, he whispered, “Of course not.”

She arched an eyebrow. “So...”

Even if he was turned on like he haven’t been in years, it didn’t feel right. 18-year-old Rowan wouldn’t think twice before fucking a long-time crush in a party bathroom. 38-year-old Rowan? Not so much. Not only because he wanted to do right by Aelin, but also because adulthood back pains were no joke. Even with daily exercises, the only counter he allowed himself to bend over was his own, to cook dinner.

“I have better plans,” he said in a playful voice, trying to not upset her.

Aelin crossed her arms. “I highly doubt that.”

“We go back to the party and finish the night with our clothes on—“

“How is that better?”

He chuckled and kissed her adorable pout. “Then I’ll show up in your porch tomorrow and ask you on a date, and I’m pretty sure you’ll say yes because I’ll bribe you with chocolate. After I buy you dinner, if you feel like it, I’ll take you somewhere and ravish you whole until the morning because we have no kids to gross out with our love lives”

Aelin wrapped both arms around Rowan’s neck, sending him a sly smile. “I really like your plans…” He raised an eyebrow, knowing she wasn’t finished. “But the ravishing me whole part only appears once, and at the end.”

Grinning at her, he teased, “So you want the old man, but not the old-fashioned manners?”

That was enough to make her crack up. “You’re four years older! There’s barely an age gap.”

“Aelin, you have a TikTok account.”

“And?” she cried out.

“You’re young.”

She cackled and got herself up, pulling him too. “Come on, old man, I’m hungry.”

There wasn’t a proper table, but they managed to find a seat near the catering and snatch some food. Aelin was sat on his lap, eagerly eating some pan-fried trout he convinced her to try after a lot of pouting and grimacing. Before she could force him to eat chocolate, Rowan’s phone pinged once. And again. When he saw it was Maisie, he unlocked the phone and briefly apologized to Aelin—who didn’t seem to mind in the slightest, too focused on her fish.

Mais: DAD

His daughter sent him a picture of him walking side by side with Aelin, one hand on her waist. It was a little blurred, probably a screenshot from a video, but it was clear Rowan’s face and neck had some smudged lipstick on, his eyes were sparkling, and he just now noticed that he hadn’t felt lighthearted like this in a long while. Still, his kid’s reaction made him a bit uneasy. He had always put Maisie before any romantic interest without a second thought, and he didn’t want to change it just because she wasn’t at home.

Rowan: How in hell did you get this

Mais: Finn saw on Instagram and sent to me

Mais: We made sibling vows by text and everything

He zoomed in on the top of the picture, and it seemed like some fmoonbeam person has posted it.

Rowan: Do you think it’s weird?

Mais: NO!!

Mais: I mean I’m completely horrified

Mais: But in a good way

Mais: I’m happily retreating from the competition

Rowan: ??

Mais: Dad she’s a MILF

That was more than enough to make him flush. Aelin looked confused, and when he showed her the text thread, she cackled.

“Sounds like we have our kid’s permission,” she pointed out.

He beamed at that. For eighteen years, Rowan struggled with finding someone who he liked and Maisie might like, besides living the anxiety of trying to not catch feelings before he had it figured out. And long after Rowan gave up on dating, his neighbor swept him off his feet and checked all boxes in one night. And he was so relaxed tonight he didn’t even overanalyze every sentence she said to figure out if she’d be a good stepmom.

Rowan texted a quick Night, Mais. Behave. and turned his attention back to Aelin. Her smile was intoxicating, he noted as he grinned back, and it made him want to get closer and live immersed in it for days on end.

But then she straightened her posture and looked him in the face. “So...”

“So?”

“I just want you to clarify something for me, so I can know what to expect.” Aelin started fiddling with her fingers. “We’ve known each other for years, and this happened just now...” Rowan tilted his head, not getting where she was going, and she ran a frustrated hand through her head. “I just want to know if this is a thing thing or if we’re just getting together because we’re empty nested and bored.

Giving her a loose hug around the waist, he smiled and said, “No, definitely a thing thing to me.”

Sighing in relief, all of her features relaxed as she explained herself. “Good. I was just asking because,” Aelin bit her lip. “Finn’s a shy kid, so going for his best friend’s dad was a risky move, but I definitely… noticed you.”

Grinning like Hellas, Rowan scooted her closer and whispered on her ear, “Oh, I’ve noticed you too.”

“Yeah?” she breathed.

“Sure. You think I’ve never noticed your tiny little weekend sundresses, Aelin?” he said while brushing his thumb against her bottom lip. “You don’t think I notice the tight pencil skirts you go to work with?”

“So you’ve noticed me too?” she asked.

“Very much.”

“Wanna notice me in the bathroom again?”

Rowan cackled, breaking the spell. “I told you I’d notice you after asking you out and buying dinner, I never said we can’t do it all in one day.”

Humming, she bit her lip to stifle a smile. “Tomorrow?”

“If you accept my official wooing then, Milady.”

Aelin rolled her eyes in mock annoyance, but the grin she wore was fooling no one. She got up and pulled Rowan by the arm, and he didn’t fight it when she led him to the dancefloor again.

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Fire On Fire: Chapter 21

(Ch. 20) ... (Ch. 1)

II Gallery II Symbol Guide II

Summary: "It's born from just one single glance but it dies and it dies and it dies a million little times."

A/N: Bit of a long one tonight, y'all, but I PROMISE it's worth it, even if for no other reason than to twist the knife in your heart lol because this one hURTED

WARNINGS: ANGST ANGST ANGST, Mixed Signals, Jealousy, Situationship, Conflicted feelings, idk the usual FOF tags lol.

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Contemporary: October 25th, 1944. Driel, Netherlands.

Chewing absentmindedly on her thumbnail as she read, Alix tried to ignore the all-too-familiar feeling of eyes boring into the side of her head. 

She didn't even have to turn to look; she knew instinctively who it was. 

It was Joe. 

It was always Joe. 

He had been casting wounded glances in her direction like a kicked puppy ever since she'd stormed off the day prior. 

Ever since the letter. 

Her chest still ached at the memory. 

Every time she closed her eyes, she could see “To My Love” inscribed on the letter’s flap like an epitaph. 

 Like her epitaph.

He wasn’t yours to lose in the first place, Alix chided herself, trying to force herself to stare at the novel she’d gotten in the mail days earlier. Let him be.

But her eyes wouldn’t focus and the deep, icy pain in her chest just wouldn’t leave her alone. 

There was no denying it: he hadn't left her mind. 

He had been there for her when she needed him most and then…then nothing. 

Had it just been pity for her distraught state that kept him there that night?

All signs pointed to Yes.

A month of silence, empty gestures that clearly meant nothing to him, and then a letter from a sweetheart he had apparently been writing to the whole time... Frankly, Alix wasn’t sure whether she wanted to cry or slap him. 

Perhaps both; perhaps neither. 

Deep down, under all of the hurt and confusion and betrayal she felt, all she wanted to do was run to him for a hug and for answers, for the truth:

Was any of it real or was it all just an act?

Was she just a passing amusement for him?

Was trying to woo her some sort of sick joke?

Had it just been to prove that he could?

Regardless, she’d rather take a nosedive off the Strawberry Mansion Bridge in midwinter than ask.

No man was worth that kind of humiliation, not even Joe. 

With a sigh of annoyance, Alix tried to turn back to her worn copy of Wuthering Heights but found herself staring emptily at the pages again. 

Skip and Don had been in and out for most of the morning, on some patrol or other, leaving the more or less immobilized spy to her own devices as she waited for the patrol to return, hopefully with a medic so her ankle could be fixed and she could finally get back to work.

She could feel Joe’s eyes on her again, could feel the mournful puppy-dog stare she would encounter were she to look over, and it took all her self-control not to limp over there and tell him to go make eyes at his darling Millicent but fortunately, she didn’t think she’d be able to hop down off the fallen oak by herself. 

Just then, a thickly-accented voice interrupted her ruminations.

"’Scuse-moi but uh, Nixon said you were lookin' for me…?" 

Lifting her head from her reading, Alix saw a medic standing a bit away, hands in his pockets and shifting from foot to foot as though nervous to approach her. 

He was taller than she’d expected him to be, pale and square-jawed with close-cropped black hair and tired eyes so dark a blue that it took her a second to register their color. 

“Did he?” she inquired, her brows knitting slightly. 

It wasn’t like her case officer to go out of his way to be nice.

The man inclined his head, the ghost of a small smile gracing his face like moonlight over frost.

"Mais ya. Said you banged up your ankle real bad an' that I oughta have a look at it before you make it worse." 

There it is, Alix thought with an inward chuckle. There’s the Blackbeard I know.

“Fair enough,” she replied with a simple shrug. "C'mon then."

The man's eyes were alight with quiet mirth, but Alix could see the worry lines etched into his forehead, his thin lips pressed together pensively. 

He seemed almost afraid to smile, the spy noted, taking a peek at him overtop of her book as he got himself situated.

Like any moment it could be taken from him. 

He was watching her too but Alix pretended not to notice, leaning down and focusing her energy instead on gingerly untying her shoelaces. 

Her ankle had been numb most of the day but as soon as she attempted to shift the tongue of her boot even slightly, an agonizing bolt of lightning shot up her leg and she let out an involuntary yelp of pain. 

Both the medic and Joe’s heads whipped around at the sound of her cry but before the latter could put down the letter he was writing and get to his feet, the former was already at her side.

“You wan’ some help with that?” the dark-haired medic inquired, concern written all over his features but at first, Alix tensed out of sheer habit.

There was nothing she hated more than asking for help. 

But there wasn’t a trace of pity or contempt in the medic’s voice, only kindness, and she slowly allowed herself to relax. 

“Maybe,” she answered apprehensively. “If you can keep it from hurting like that again.” 

“I can try but it’s gonna start out painful. You gonna hafta trust me." 

"Not exactly my strong suit.” 

“Gotta start somewhere,” the medic replied, extending a hand with a shy smile. 

“I’m Eugene, by the way…Eugene Roe. But you can jus’ call me Gene, if you wanna, like y–”

A loud cough of irritation interrupted their conversation and Alix discreetly peeked over her shoulder to see that Joe had paused yet again from his scribbling to light up his third cigarette of the hour with a scowl as dark as a storm cloud.

Alix shot him a death glare which he pretended not to see.

The sheer audacity of Joe Liebgott to be acting jealous when he had been leading her on for so long, when he’d abandoned her for a month, all while writing home to his real sweetheart, when he was writing to her even now with Alix sitting feet away…

How dare he.

With a toss of her hair, Alix turned her attention back to the medic in front of her, who seemed a bit taken aback by the intensity of her expression.

“Pleasure to meet you, Gene,” she replied with a bright smile. “I’m Alix.” 

"I know," he admitted sheepishly. "We met before, used ta work together actually. Was gonna tell ya earlier but…" 

He trailed off, neither of them wanting to acknowledge the abrupt interruption.

"Sorry,” Alix said, wincing at her own impaired memory. “My recall's still shit."

 But Eugene seemed to take it in stride. 

"C'est bon," he responded with a shrug and an understanding smile. "Was a long time ago anyway." 

"Still," the spy confided with a frustrated grimace. "I hate not being able to remember things…people..." 

"It'll come back, cher," he assured her with a comforting hand on her cheek and her eyes went wide but she didn't pull away. 

"Jus' gotta give it some time. For now–"  

He gave her a sweet smile that made her feel warm inside. 

"Think of it like a fresh start." 

From several feet away, Joe cleared his throat again, a raucous sound, and the medic seemed to instantly come back to himself. 

Losing his nerve, he quickly pulled his hand away, focusing all his energy on positioning them lightly on her boot instead. 

"Now, uh, you ready to get this thing off?" 

Alix nodded with gritted teeth and Eugene began to count down.

“Une…Deux…Trois!” 

One sudden flash of pain and both her sock and boot were off.

“Merci beaucoup,” she exhaled, her whole body seeming to sag with released tension. 

Thank you so much. 

The medic’s face lit up with delight like a kid on Christmas.

“Your French don' sound half bad, cher!" 

"After 12 years of it in school, I sure hope not," Alix joked and the medic visibly brightened at the sound of her laughter. 

"Mais ya, it sounds real good. Y'ain't Cajun but then, there isn't nobody outside the bayou that talk like us." 

Suddenly seeming to remember what he'd come for, he busied himself with rolling up her pants leg and examining her swollen ankle, which was now a mottled black and blue. 

True to his word, he was careful to touch it as little as possible. 

"You been walkin' on it a lot, eh?" 

"A fair bit," she conceded. "Just when necessary." 

The medic shook his head, clucking his tongue in disapproval.

"C'est pas drole que's all fucked up then. You got a dislocated ankle, cher, an' you been overworkin' it." 

No wonder, huh? 

Alix could've laughed. She'd spent her whole life chafing against life's constraints. She couldn't stay off her feet for too long even if she tried; she'd go crazy. 

"What do you want me to do, Gene, quit my job?" 

It had been a joke but the medic wasn't laughing. 

"If that's what it takes," he intoned as he began to rifle through his bag in search of a splint set, scolding her affectionately all the while.

"You're lucky you ain't got a fractured foot! Once I do the reduction, you gotta be gentle while it's healin'. That means you gotta stay off it, you got that, pichouette?" 

Pichouette. 

Mischievous girl. 

A term of endearment but a playful one. 

“From cher to pichouette that quick, huh?” she teased and he shook his head at the ground to hide his shy grin. 

"You really shoulda been more careful, y'know," he chided gently, ignoring her teasing as he began busying himself with his bag. 

"You got me… an' Joe an' uh, other people real worried about you."

 

“It’s sweet of you to worry but I’m not your problem, Gene,” Alix mumbled but he paused his search to glance up at her. 

“If you were a problem, I wouldn’ta been worried at all, cher,” he said kindly and Alix could feel the warmth of his tone like a hug.

“Now, I’m gonna need you to hop down an' lay flat on your back for me, ya?”

 

But the spy shook her head, suddenly self-conscious. 

“Um Gene…One problem.”

Eugene cocked his head, brows knit in silent confusion. 

“I can’t.”  Alix mumbled, inwardly berating herself for forgetting.

“Not without landing on my bad foot. Skip helped me up here but I’d need help getting down.” 

The medic immediately rose from his kneeling position, arms extended. 

“Jump.” 

The spy shook her head emphatically.  

“That’s a negative, Gene. I don't do heights, especially not after my last jump."

Eugene cocked his head.

He didn’t seem angry, just confused.

“You don’ trust me?” 

“Don’t take it personally,” the spy grimaced. “I’m just not in the habit of trusting people too easily.” 

The sweet-faced Eugene took a timid step closer to the trunk of the oak, his voice soft and reassuring. 

“Mais, lemme change that then.” 

Alix could feel her resolve waning bit by bit but she still had some lingering doubts.

“What if you drop me?” she asked, noting the man’s almost fragile-looking frame

but he chuckled, a sound as warm as the sun rays dappling nearby leaves.

“Cher, I been carryin’ 200 pound wounded troopers back an' forth for Lord knows how long now. I ain’t gonna drop you.”

There was such an earnestness about the medic’s face that she didn’t have the heart to refuse any longer. 

“Fine,” she grumbled, trying to keep from looking down. “But you’d better not drop me.”

Even a minor jump felt major since her previous but she resolved to trust him anyway.

After taking one last breath to calm her nerves, Alix leapt into the medic’s waiting arms.

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Despite his slight build, Eugene was a great deal stronger than she’d expected and when he scooped her out of the air, Alix couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up from her chest, even as their noses nearly brushed.

“Okay, okay, you proved your point,” she giggled as he gave her a boost, wrapping his arms tighter around her waist for security, but Eugene wasn’t done. 

“Told you I wasn’t gonna drop you, cher,” he remarked with a rare, playful grin, those entrancing eyes of his sparkling in the sunlight. 

“Gonna hafta eat crow now, eh?” 

Alix swatted at his shoulder jokingly and was it her imagination or were the tips of his ears turning bright pink?

“You, Eugene Roe, are ridiculous,” she mumbled as she wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself. 

Roe licked his lips nervously, his gaze seeming to linger on her mouth for a second as though he were pondering something he shouldn't. 

For a brief second, she was somewhere else as an image of herself and Joe flashed before her, the two of them kissing in the moonlight...

But Alix's mind brought her crashing back down to Earth as the memory of the letter, of Millicent's smiling face, of the words "My Love" sealed with a kiss swam before her...

Feeling her stomach drop, Alix turned her head away suddenly, and Roe got the message, his gaze returned to her eyes immediately.

“I'm sorry, I-I uh…” he stammered and Alix gave him an understanding smile.

“Don’t worry about it."

The medic swallowed anxiously, his heartbeat thundering stronger and stronger against her chest like a caged animal.

Keeping his hands securely wrapped around her, he gently guided her down onto her back in the grass, his body just grazing over hers and Alix felt something strange stir within her.

There was a delicacy about his features, even in shadow, that Alix hadn't noticed before his face was hovering inches from her own. 

Joe was a blazing wildfire, as passionate and intense as the sunlight beating down on Gene's back, and she was a moth, ever attracted to his flame. 

But Eugene... He was different, more aloof, almost serene, but with a gentle magnetism as well that drew her curiosity like the moon and tides.

Even hovering just above her, with his arms lightly caging her against the ground, there was still an unfathomable distance in the medic's eyes, as though he was searching for something in her eyes that he couldn't quite reach.

He radiated a more subdued light but it was still present, and there was a gravitas that grounded him in even his lightest moments.

He wasn't Joe. But maybe that was okay. Maybe he didn't have to be.

The tension between them was as thick as a morning haze and Alix found her own pulse racing as she looked up at him, the flurry of butterflies in her stomach battling the confusion in her mind and the heartache in her chest.

An unspoken fondness seemed to radiate from within Gene’s night-blue eyes as he gazed at her and she couldn’t help but wonder if it had been lingering under the surface all along. 

He had said they’d worked together in the past… If that was true, then perhaps he’d kept that fondness hidden for a reason. 

Just another "impossibility", Alix thought sadly. Another "almost". 

Still, she couldn't deny that there was something about him, a warmth, a comfort that she hadn't noticed before that seemed to pull her to him.

Perhaps it was his gentleness that both drew her and repelled her at the same time. 

After all, he had been trained to save lives; she had been trained to take them. 

Life and Death. 

An impossibility. 

She saw his gaze drift down to her lips again, but this time, she didn’t turn away, even as she heard the angry clatter of Joe dropping his canteen to the ground.

Eugene leaned down, his eyes timidly asking a question she already knew her answer to, when a piercing wolf-whistle rang out, startling the medic so much that he rolled off her immediately with a muttered “Merde” just as a cluster of paratroopers emerged from the brush.

"Way to go, Doc!" someone jeered and there were snickers and scattered applause throughout the remainder of the group as the medic sat up and began feverishly rifling through his canvas bag instead, sorting bandages and the like as he avoided the stares.

“You guys are a real riot,” Alix commented sarcastically, propping herself up on her elbows and making a face at the gawking newcomers.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than gape like goldfish?”

A man near the front of the group who Alix recognized as Joe's friend, Sergeant Talbert hooted,

"Damn, we go on patrol and miss all the fun! Wonder if they–" 

"Tab, shut your goddamn mouth before I shut it for you!" Joe snarled uncharacteristically from his spot in the clearing and Tab held his hands up, wisely choosing not to continue his statement. 

The spy glanced nervously over at Joe who set his jaw and turned away, glaring daggers at the grass instead as though daring it to wilt under his stare.

"All y'all can get a move on already," Bull commanded with the exasperated sigh of an elementary school teacher attempting to control an unruly class. 

"Ain't nothin' to see." 

Once the returning group had begun to disperse, the medic ceased his search and turned to look at her, seeming almost helpless, like a rabbit caught in a snare.

"I'm sorry… I mean, I shouldn'tve… Mais, you an' Joe… Did I–" 

"NO," she stated sharply– more like a punch to the gut than a reassurance– before shaking her head and correcting herself. 

"No," she repeated, gentler this time. "You're fine, Gene."

"But I thought y'all–" Roe began, casting a worried look over his shoulder at Joe but this time it was Alix who reached out with a wan smile and a reassuring hand on his cheek, turning him back to her. 

"Well, you thought wrong."  

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[1shepherd7wanderers]

Day 7: Storge

Storge is a familiar love, like what a parent might feel for their child. Odinvel looks on at his own relationship with storge before his daughter is born. Farah is @wol-cae-ash's character (I hope this helps you get through your raid my friend lol)

It was chance that Odinvel followed Hohoka and Deryk to Rhalgr's Reach, that he went to thank Lyse for allowing his village to live in Bittermill. It was chance that he now exchanged glances with a Duskwright man. The stranger across the way looked exactly like Odinvel might have some twenty years in the future - if he had dark blue hair and hadn't lost one of his white eyes to a Blasphemy.

Lyse seemed to notice his gaze, commenting on the man. “He delivers herbs from Bittermill to us on a regular basis,” Odinvel barely heard Lyse continue over his heart beating loudly in his ears, “Barely talks though, guess they still don't trust us.” If Lyse said anything more, he didn't hear it as his thoughts stumbled along into his past.

Odinvel never knew his birth parents, taken by the village elders to become worthy of Odin, whom they viewed as their god, when he was but a newborn. The only such love he knew was from a woman assigned to care for him who became so much more. Then he thought of his own child, still comfortably waiting to be born. How could he become a father when he never had one? What did he know about fatherhood? How could he love the child when he didn't know love from his own father? What if he failed as a father? 

A voice like an angel gently lifted him from out of his spiraling thoughts, calling his name. A small hand on his back, calling his name again. His gaze turned down to Farah who stood by his side with a concerned yet warm smile. 

“What are you thinking about, my love?”

Odinvel took a deep breath, looking back up to where the familiar stranger stood no longer. 

“I saw a man who looked like my birth father would, and it reminded me that,” his voice wavered, “Farah, what if I'm not a good father?”

Farah smiled warmly at him, interlacing their fingers.

“I know you’ll be an amazing father. I love you and I trust you.” 

He believed her. Gods he believed her, he had no reason not to. However he could not deny that small nagging voice of ‘what if’. She took them both towards the river that flowed to Rhalgr's statue. As they sat along the water, he realized what his pregnant wife being here meant.

“Wait… Why are you here? You’re meant to be at home resting.” The panic in his voice was apparent.

“Youve been gone for so long, and i wanted to see you,” she explained, “Aisbryda said you came this way with Hohoka.”

Odinvel sighed, wondering if Aisbryda knew that Farah would come looking for him even when she shouldn’t. Still, it wasn't the worst place for her to be. The Reach was safe, full of people they helped years ago.

“Does my mom know?”

“Of course she does Odi,” she smiled, “She knows how much i missed you, love. Though we did talk about your baby stories while you were gone.” She teased.

“My baby stories?” Odinvel stuttered, his embarrassment making Farah laugh. Her laughter quickly turned into gasps of pain and her smile into a grimace. Any lingering concerns about what they talked about fled his mind, his only thought on Farah's wellbeing. He was down to her level in seconds. “My love?”

“The baby is just moving a lot,” she barely managed to get out between gasps. He grabbed her forearms as she reached out to him. 

“We’re going to the chirurgeon.” Farah gave him a small nod before he took her into his arms and to the medical bay.

Hours later, they both looked with awe at the swaddled tiny daughter comfortably resting in her mother's arms.

“We're parents now,” the exhaustion Is audible in Farah's voice.

"We're parents," Odinvel echoed, watching as their daughter opened her eyes for the first time. Small eyes look back at him and smile the purest smile he had ever seen. Such a simple smile yet his heart felt like it would burst from his chest with love. He knew then that he would do his absolute best by his children.

#odinvel urselmert #8daysofffxivlove

[devil-doll13]

Inspired by @rottent33th and her OCs to create my own! I hope you all like her lol this is kind of a WIP I just wanted to get my ideas down.

Abigail Williams 🖤

Name: Abigail Williams

Meaning: ‘Joy of the Father’

Alias(es): Abby, The Witch (I only call her this for convenience but that’s basically what she is lol)

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 23

D.O.B: November 1st

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Current Residence: Unknown

Occupation: N/A

Appearance Description: She is a young woman with pale skin, long wavy black hair reaching down to her hips, and green eyes. On the slimmer side, a little angular and bony.

Style: Black dresses. Black boots. Lace. Fishnets. Chokers. Silver Jewellery. Dark Makeup. On lazy/hot days band tees and black jeans/shorts/leggings.

Height: 5,1ft

Eye Colour: Green

Hair Colour: Black

Notable Features: Eye-bags from lack of sleep, little scratches on her hands from cats. Also has numerous scars on her arms and some on her legs. A more notable scar is from a knife near her ribcage where her heart would be, faded with time. Her veins are dark and prominent. Twirls her hair as a habit. Smells like mist and petrichor.

Personality: An introvert. A little shy. Calm & quiet. Private and can be secretive. A gentle lady, can be very sweet towards those she cares about. Creative and passionate, can get stuck in her own head with her thoughts. Thinks a lot. Feels deeply but this isn’t entirely obvious, as she is generally subtle about it. Artistic, has a great appreciation for aesthetics. Sentimental with a love of the romantic and a flair for the dramatic at times. Enjoys dark humour, can be quite grim in general. A bit whimsical, prone to flights of fancy that may seem to come out of the blue. She has the capacity for intense love and attachment but isn’t sure if she can trust anyone that much anymore. Can be destructive, vindictive and revengeful at her absolute worst.

Likes: Cats, The Moon, The Night, Candles, Roses, Graveyards, Spiderwebs, Autumn, Forests, Snakes, Ravens/Crows, Bats, Thunderstorms, Cinnamon.

Dislikes: Alcohol, Sand, Peanut Butter, Extremely Hot Weather, Being In The City For Too Long, Religion/Priests, Gossip, Parrots, Large Crowds.

Hobbies: Drawing/Painting, Reading, Dancing, Writing Poetry, Collecting Bones, Cooking/Baking.

Rough Backstory

Tw: Death

The circumstances surrounding Abigail’s conception are still unclear, as no one knows who the father was, or how her mother got pregnant. What is known is that her mother Lucy gave birth in a local cemetery on the 1st of November, probably just after midnight. She had most likely died from a combination of malnourishment, injuries (from some kind of beating she’d apparently had) and the strain of giving birth, but the baby girl was healthy. Her cries alerted the elderly undertaker, who rescued her and got in contact with the rest of her family.

Named Abigail after her deceased grandmother, there seemed to be a black mark on the girl since the day she was born. Her mother was a dark secret of sorts, cast out and disowned for some grave sin that was never to be spoken of again. Abigail was similarly a black sheep, down to the colour of her hair, which was a pitch black. This was unheard of in the women of her family, all blondes and redheads. It must have come from her father, they said. (although he was never found out…) Still, her relatives were under obligation to take her in as their own.

Abigail was a quiet child, and whimsical in her ways. Not a bad one by any means, but very strange, with strange little habits. Mysterious, some might even say supernatural occurrences were common around her. She was already distant from the rest of her family, but this made it even more difficult for any of them to connect with her. Abigail also had a hard time making friends with other children, and so instead she spent her time alone.

As time passed, the mysterious happenings started to become more prevalent. More sinister. Someone would fall down a flight of stairs and break their neck, or become horribly sick and then suddenly feel well again, only to become sick yet again... (It was noticeable because she never became sick alongside them.) Doors and cabinets would slam shut and lock themselves, furniture would be set ablaze without warning, a deathly chill would follow her in a bad mood. Death, illness and misfortune seemed to follow her around wherever she went. This led to her having to move around to different relatives during different periods of her life. Some of the more superstitious ones held the belief that she was cursed, whether they said it aloud or not. No one could prove anything either way. Only one called an exorcist, and died soon after from an accident.

Around the time of puberty, the innocence of her childhood had been lost and she began to become more aware. She would think it all over and soon became very interested in the circumstances surrounding her mother as well. All she knew (because it was never spoken of, as a rule) was that whatever it was, it had apparently killed her Grandmother, the one whose name she shared. She learned to become secretive, not openly speaking about or showing what she would do in the past. Abigail would become very interested in the occult around this time, although she always had knowledge of such things deep inside, as if it was as easy as breathing. She remembered one time a blackbird she had been preserving had suddenly sprung to life, just after the death of her aunt. Then came back all the times she had spoken to the children up in the attic of an old house she once lived in, and how their names were etched on a gravestone from 1907. She did not think much of it as a child, but it had all begun to add up. Abigail realised then she was not a normal person at all.

All of this would culminate in a particularly horrific incident near her 18th birthday, and after this she would disappear altogether. Now she wanders all over America in search of shelter, a purpose, to know why she is the way she is, to find others like her. There is something off about her that people still pick up on, something otherworldly, so when she comes into town there is always a sense of foreboding and doom that comes with her…

Fun Facts

Her favourite book is Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë.

Her favourite film is Evil Dead

Her favourite bands are The Cure, Siouxsie & The Banshees, Type O Negative, Bathory and Mercyful Fate.

Her favourite colour is Black (No. 1) But she is partial to red, green and purple as well.

Her favourite foods are apples and pie. And apple pie lol

Her favourite drink is coffee

She doesn’t like anyone calling her Abby except someone she’s very close to. It feels too personal. And there’s really no one like that anyway.

She did not know her mother but still loves her despises anyone insulting her. Abigail will always believe she was a good person despite what anyone else said.

It’s most likely her mother was involved in a cult or a witch coven or some kind, at least from what she’s found out in her investigations.

As a child she was very attached to her dolly, and even today she secretly enjoys cuddling stuffed animals. She’d be mortified if anyone knew about this though. (The doll was given to her by the man who found her as a baby, but was stolen or lost at some point. She was devastated about this)

Is sentimental in general, and with things she has emotional attachment to she always takes very good care of. Any gift is treasured.

Has a small collection of animal bones in a box she’s been keeping since she was a child.

She likes dogs, (she likes most animals really) but they don’t like her. They seem to sense something off about her and will either become unusually aggressive or afraid, whining and cowering away. On the other hand, cats adore her and even the most antisocial ones will approach her for scritches and pets. The feeling is certainly mutual. She has an affinity for crows/ravens, bats, reptiles and frogs/toads as well.

She has undergone an exorcism before. It didn’t work. (It did leave her with some trauma though.)

Has a touch of insomnia. She’ll often wake up past midnight for no explainable reason, filled with some strange energy.

Her dreams are often vivid and intense, they are strange to the point where she would keep note of them in a diary to try and understand them. Not nightmares necessarily, but they really knock the breath out of her and leave her in a state. Sometimes the feeling is more euphoric, because they were wonderful dreams.

She is good at sewing and handicrafts, having been taught by one of her relatives as a child. Has made/modified some of her own clothes as well. Finds the process quite calming.

Due to her wanderings she isn’t employed, but she has her own ways of getting the money she needs generally. She’s never really had a stable home anyway so she’s used to it, although some part of her longs for a home to call her own.

She can drive and enjoys doing so, there’s something peaceful about it. She prefers it to taking public transport or hitchhiking.

As a child under the custody of her relatives she travelled mostly around the mid-west of America. The graveyard she was born in was located in north-central Massachusetts however.

Abigail doesn’t like big crowds, but that dislike seems to not matter when it comes to music. Her trips to larger cities often have her searching music venues and goth clubs to go dancing in. It’s something she’s always enjoyed.

Has a distinctive laugh, like a cackle. A little embarrassed/insecure about it.

Her name was inspired by Abigail Williams, one of the girls involved in the Salem Witch trials.

Her cousin, Judith Bell, is a hunter of the supernatural. She became one after an encounter with Abigail. (I’ll probably write a story about this one at some point! She’s sort of like her final girl)

(Credit to @decayedgrave for gif)

#my oc #Abigail Williams #Abigail #slasher oc #horror oc #my stuff #my writing #Spotify

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15 Questions Mutuals!

Thanks for the tag @espacopato !

1. Are you named after anyone?

Why yes, my mother always wanted to name a daughter after her babydoll and at her fourth and last daughter’s birth she finally decided the name would have to fit me 🙃

2. When was the last time you cried?

Two weeks ago, listening to Fauna by Haken. Whole album gets up in my tear ducts istg

3. Do you have kids?

Goodness no lol. Id need to have my life in much better order to even consider it

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Oh yes. I’m apparently not the best at making it obvious though, or perhaps my sister is just bad at picking up on it. Who knows

5. What sports have you / are you playing?

I ran long distance for a couple years in high school. I was terrible at it lol

6. What’s the first thing you notice about someone?

Their hair and their voice I suppose?

7. What’s your eye color?

A very meh blue

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Yes! It depends on my mood I guess, but both are good!

9. Any special talents?

I have quite the knack for falling off of things

10. Where were you born?

Home sweet hospital

11. What are your hobbies?

Long walks, playing tetris,sometimes writing or drawing (horribly!)

12. Do you have pets?

Why yes, i have a very sweet calico who couldn’t think a thought to save her life. I also share two other lovely kitties and two fish and some snails with my family.

13. How tall are you?

5’6 3/4”, or about 170 cm for y’all fancy metric users

14. Favorite subject in school?

I always loved English and history!

15. Dream job?

I think it would be cool to get paid a load of money to edit other people’s writing. Reading typos in professional publications always makes me irrationally angry and I’d love to prevent such mistakes making it into the final copies. Alas, editors don’t really get paid very much, and probably get tired of whatever they have to read. But i can dream :)

Tagging @kaiasky @starfightervicki @clangpan @thatshuffle if you feel like joining!

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Code Blue - Ch. 1 "Breathe"

Chapter Summary: An introduction to the character of Dr. Lee Pace and his struggles as a physician in which he's thrown into the path of an oncoming love that he was not looking for.

Notes- This is my new fanfic of Lee Pace himself that I have created consisting of different aspects from his real life and from the multitude of movies he is in. Also, I use a mixture of first, second and third person narratives to fit with the scenes. Enjoy!

Warnings-*Angst, death, language, grief, loss* Not for readers under 18.

Disclosure- All medical information in this chapter is purely of google research only and from personal experiences and some may be incorrect. I am NOT a physician. It is NOT meant to aid any readers with medical decisions or treatments. Please remember...it's fiction! lol. Thank you. Enjoy!

Stories Masterlist

Salem General Hospital, Massachusetts

February 1, 2023

"Dr. Pace, the patient in 102 is requesting your presence....again. I believe this is the 5th time now she has pushed the call button in the last hour. She swears that only you can heal her and refuses to let any of us tend to her. How are we supposed to do our jobs?"

It was quite apparent that blonde and beautiful nurse Amy was frustrated with her many attempts to accommodate the 18 year old recovering from brain surgery. The girl had been a resident of Salem General Hospital for only a week and had developed quite the apparent crush on the 6'5 long dark haired neurosurgeon.

"Thank you Amy. I understand your concerns. I will check on her shortly after I finish the last of my rounds for the day and speak to her about the situation."

It was no surprise to any of the staff though as this was a common situation when it came to this particular provider...and they all could see why.

Dr. Lee Grinner Pace was quite the looker. Tall, extremely fit and ridiculously good looking with blueberry eyes and dark caterpillar eyebrows, topped off with a heart melting pearly white smile. Dr. Perfect was a secret nickname among the female staff, and even some of the males, stemming from either a crush or just plain jealousy.

Sometimes he had the perfect five o'clock shadow, some days a full strategically groomed beard and stash, then somedays he was completely baby faced. His shoulder length strands consisted of brown waves laced with hints of grey and two perfect coils, one that hung on each side of his elongated neck just behind his ears. Then a time would come where he'd chop it off and start all over again.

From the left lobe of those ears hung a tiny earring hoop, a Saint Christopher metal hung from a chain draped around his neck and rested over his heart and a thin shimmering bracelet circled his left wrist, all three made of gold that corresponded with the beating organ in his chest.

The aroma of his Drakkar cologne was always prominent in the hospital halls whenever he was present and his deep alluring voice could never be mistaken for another.

He wasn't like regular doctors with his attire either. Sure, he wore the typical long white coat and scrubs from time to time, but mostly it was his casual unique wardrobe that made him stand out. The man had a style like no other and completely owned the color pink.

The patients and staff all adored the shockingly single 43 year old physician of 10 years and vice versa. His compassion for others was a genuine gift he possessed. Some called it a superpower because it was real, a natural born healer. He didn't choose his profession for the money like some do. Indeed, he had it and lots of it but he didn't flaunt it with fancy cars and a 10 bed and bath mansion...He lived on a simple 46 acre farm in the country with his dog, cat and a rooster and drove an old green truck or his classic muscle car. Lee was a giver, which is where a lot of his income went.

He respected the earth and loved nature. Any chance he had, he was out hiking through the woodlands of his never ending property with his black lab Gus faithfully at his side.

The good doctor was obviously highly intelligent as one would need to be to cut people's brains open but it wasn't solely medical knowledge that filled his beautiful mind. Lee was an avid reader. Some Edgar Allan Poe and a glass of sweet red wine made for a cozy evening for him in front of the fireplace paired with an optional cigar if he was in the mood. It was even better when a thunderstorm rolled in to set the spooky vibe. After all, he chose to live just outside of Salem, Massachusetts. Halloween was his favorite time of year and what better place to live by where it's the witch season all year long. Sci-fi and fantasy were also included on his top list of favorites.

Lee was also a lover of theater arts and art itself. He was a collector of paintings and also a potter that he did as a hobby. He had his own studio inside of a boat house on the waterfront where his vacation home was at in Salem.

Lee had finished checking in with his last patient and was on his way to visit with the persistent teenager when he was stopped by the Chief of Staff, Dr. Westbourne.

"Dr. Pace. We have an emergency situation regarding an explosion on the docks with multiple injuries that will be arriving shortly. Being short staffed, would you be willing to.."

She did not even have to finish before Lee interrupted her.

"Absolutely! I will assist in every way possible."

Lee was such an asset to the hospital as he had first started out as an ER doctor and then he wanted to specialize as a pediatrician but tragic events in his life changed his course in medicine.

He quickly followed the COS to the first floor where 2 ambulances had just arrived bringing in 4 injured victims, one critical.

Hours went by as Lee and multiple doctors and nurses aided in each individual's treatment as three were non life threatening. One though was fatal. A man roughly the same age as Lee.

Lee had done everything he could to revive the stranger just as the EMT's had on the journey there but the man had succumbed to his injuries. Lee reluctantly called the time of death at 3:03 am.

As common as this was for Lee in all his years of experience, the loss of a patient never got easier. How could it? He would beat himself up with things he maybe should have done or should not have done. It was the worst part of being in the medical field...well, not solely the worst. That area lied in having to inform the family of their loss. Loss...Something Lee was all too familiar with on a personal level.

Lee leaned on the nurses station staring at the paperwork before him with tears forming in his blue eyes. Flashbacks haunted him of a past fatality he suffered. The man he just tried to save had head trauma and he could not force the image out of his mind. After all these years, he felt he should be used to it in some way by now, especially in his current field of the bloody brains he dealt with, but moments like these brought it all back. Ptsd was still a struggle for him and sometimes, actually many times, he wondered why he kept himself in the most triggering area of it.

He heard crying and gasping. As he lifted his sorrowful head, he saw Dr. Westbourne sitting with her arm around a girl in a pea colored jacket with long golden hair that covered her face as her head hung low. Lee could tell it was a family member or close friend of the man who had passed by the way the woman was sobbing. His pen dropped from his fingers as he watched the faceless woman's world fall apart. His gut turned in knots and he swiftly headed for the men's restroom to be sick.

Upon returning to the nurses station to try to complete his paperwork, Lee noticed the blonde lady standing alone against the wall facing away from him. Her upper sleeve was torn open and bore a bandage. She must have been one of the injured in the blast that another doctor had treated. He went about filling his papers out when he heard gasping. As he glanced up, the woman had fallen to her hands and knees hyperventilating. Lee raced over to her and grasped her shoulders.

"Hey there. Miss...are you alright??" he frantically asked as her head hung to the ground covered by her long strands of sunshine.

Her gasps became more prominent from her tiny body's cowered state as she held her chest and then she fell limp onto the floor. It was apparent to Lee that she had an anxiety attack or even a possible heart attack. He immediately scooped the unconscious woman up into his arms shouting out for assistance.

A random nurse aid whipped open an ER unit curtain.

"Dr. Pace, in here!"

Lee rushed the girl in and laid her gently onto the bed.

"Find Dr. Westbourne, she was with this girl earlier. Find out who treated her."

The aid hesitated in panic.

"NOW!" Lee snapped.

The nurse aid squeaked and took off as Lee quickly took the unknown woman's vitals. He sighed in relief when he felt a strong pulse and her bp was slightly high but not threatening.

"I do not know if you can hear me, but I am Dr. Pace and I am going to help you. Just breathe for me ok? Breathe...."

The girl's head laid to the side facing away from Lee with her platinum hair covering most of her face. A soft whimper escaped her lips as if she had heard him but she did not move. He was just about to check her eyes with his penlight when Dr. Westbourne came in and ran to the girl's side.

"What happened? Josie...can you hear me? It's Britt!"

Lee was taken aback as Dr. Westbourne seemed to know the girl she comforted earlier. He now had a name to the faceless woman.

"She appeared to have a panic attack and passed out. Do you know her?" Lee asked.

"Yes. She's my best friend. The man who died is her brother...she has severe anxiety...where is Amy!!!? You know what, never mind. Lee...I need the EKG and Ativan and fluids. I'll start an IV and draw blood."

Lee raced off to gather the needed items in worry that the poor girl was having a heart attack that anxiety can mimic and even trigger.

As he returned with the electrocardiogram and meds, Amy was finally there.

"Thank you Lee. We have this under control. You are relieved. You have been here over 12 hours. Go home." Dr. Westbourne ordered.

Lee hesitantly stared at the girl named Josie and then slowly turned and left. He knew she was in good hands with the highly experienced and accredited doctor and it was a plus that she was her best friend in which she seemed to know what Josie needed right away...but why he was so reluctant to go baffled him. It was something he had never experienced before. He had to wonder if it was guilt now that he knew the man he could not save was her brother.

Lee pulled into his driveway, turned the car off and sat in silence as the twilight hours were ending. Staring at his steering wheel, he suddenly broke down in heavy sobs. He wondered if he would ever see this girl again and if she would blame him. It was a heavy burden of his profession, the heat he would get from things like this even if he were not to blame, for grief of loss sometimes misguided the ones in mourning. They needed...wanted someone to be held responsible. He understood this all too well as he thought of his late son Jacob.

Dusk was settling in as Lee awoke to prepare for another 12 hour shift. He immediately thought of the girl named Josie, wondering if she was alright as he climbed out of his warm bed. Thoughts of her had actually raced through his mind all day as he had only slept a few hours tops. Caffeine was his next immediate thought so he could survive the next shift.

He took a hurried shower although he had plenty of time since he had already been awake. Why he rushed was beyond him, yet another thought of the blonde one crossed his mind. He admitted to himself that he wanted to know if she was alright. It was now apparent to him that she was indeed the reason he tossed and turned.

He dried off, dressed and trekked down to the kitchen, popping open a can of red bull while gazing at the bottle of whiskey sitting on the counter. It's all he truly craved in the moment for he too suffered in silence from anxiety. Forcing the urge away, he slipped his shoes and coat on and headed back to his second home, the hospital.

"Good evening Dr. Pace." Nurse Amy's high pitched voice screeched through his ears.

"Hello Amy. How is everything looking for this shift?"

"Oh....you...you didn't hear?" she stuttered as his demeanor showed that he was oblivious. Her eyes wreaked of bad news.

"N..No? Amy...what has happened?"

"The...the girl...that had the tumor removed....there were...complications...she...she passed away just a few hours ago."

Lee's vision blurred as he stumbled a step backwards.

"Whh...what?"

"Yes...I...I'm sorry...I..."

Rage flooded his senses along with debilitating guilt for not going to see her the previous day.

"Why! Why was I not informed! What the fuck happened? She was doing well in her recovery!"

He felt his own panic crawling up into this throat, squeezing his airway shut. Choking and coughing, he stumbled off to her room to find it empty and the bed already stripped clean and remade.

"Jesus." he gasped and fell into the chair with his hand over his mouth.

After a few minutes of torturing himself with guilt of not going to see her when she had repeatedly asked for him...he got up and left in a zombified state.

As he scuffed through the empty halls, he caught a glimpse into an open room as he passed it. He ceased and stepped back with wide eyes and a slightly opened mouth. There in the bed was the blonde girl he lost sleep over.

He slowly crept in with a fixed stare on her, careful not to startle her from her slumber. Her head faced away from him. The anticipation of seeing this woman's face was driving him mad.

He softly cleared his throat to alert her of his presence.

She turned her face slowly to his with her groggy eyes barely open.

"Hey there. Welcome back. I am glad to see you are alright. Your name is Josie?"

"Uh huh." you mumbled up at the unrecognizable face but very familiar voice.

"It is very nice to meet you. I am Dr. Pace....I was the one who..."

"I remember you...your...voice. You...you told me to breathe..."

Lee let out a chuckle. "Yes...yes I did...and I am extremely happy that you listened to me. You gave us all quite a scare. How are you feeling? Are you in any pain or discomfort?"

"No...I...I am just so....tired."

"That is too be expected from the medications...and...the trauma you have endured. I...I am so sorry for your loss. Dr. Westbourne told me she knows you and that he is your brother."

"Jason....that is his name...or...was..." You began to cry and threw your hands over your face.

The doctor quickly sat down in the chair beside your bed. "Hey there. Would you like me to get Dr. Westbourne...or...some water...or...something...?"

Lee found himself at a loss for words which never happened to him. He went to get up and you grabbed his hand.

"No...please...please don't go. Don't leave me alone. I..I'm scared to be alone...I...I..."

"Hey, hey...alright. I will not leave. Please try to relax so you do not have another episode. You are safe here. I promise."

"Can...can you...just sit with me for awhile? I...I like your voice. It...it comforts me."

Your hand still clung to his and he did not try to take it away.

Lee was speechless again as he gazed at your sleepy eyes, still desiring to see you open them, curious to know their color. He had been told he had a nice voice many times but the way you said it was so different...so...meaningful. He worried though, if you would still like his voice when he told you he was the one who couldn't save your brother.

"Uh...yeah." was all he could manage to speak. He was literally stuck on stupid and no woman had ever disabled him in such a way.

As your eyes began to open and focus, you found yourself drowning in his sapphire eyes. Your eyes fully opened, taking in his beauty. You could tell he was older than you and you had a thing for older men, although you certainly were not looking for one. You were at a point in your life where relationships could stay the hell away from you. Stupidly, in your drug induced state, you said your thoughts out loud.

"My god you're....beautiful."

"Umm...excuse me?" His brows furrowed in disbelief of his ears as he certainly had never been told that before.

He then saw your eyes so clearly. His heart skipped a beat at the sunset hues peering into his as for all the thousands of various eyes he had ever viewed with his penlight, he had never witnessed any of such vibrant color.

Lee knew from this moment on he was in trouble. Relationship goals were not even a factor in his life but somehow....he saw the possibility when you looked at him. In that moment he understood why he was truly drawn to you and lost sleep over it. For a split second...he forgot to breathe......

@redeemer46

#lee pace #lee pace fanfiction #doctors #hospitals #love stories #breathe #jolee #soulmates #twin flames #love at first sight #fantasies #fairytales #magic #Youtube

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Thank you @ambrxsiaa for tagging me for the 15 questions ask game!!!

are you named after anyone? - I was nearly named after my grandma's mom, but apparently she hated her given name, so my grandma vetoed that decision. Though my first name was never contested, it was always about my second name

When was the last time you cried? Idk. I'm sure I cried in my dream last night. Otherwise idk

Do you have kids? None, thankfully!

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Only with rhetoric questions

What is the first thing you notice about people? Their social standing I guess? Idk this is so superficial, but I can't help it :|

What is your eye color? The very European grey-blue-green mix

Scary movie or happy ending? Depending on my anxiety level. The higher the anxiety, the less I like happy endings but prefer horror

Any special talents? My hair holds in a hairdo without rubbers for a long time, also I can fold the tip of my tongue in this very unique-ish way

Where were you born? My country's capital

What are your hobbies? Currently skyrim and thinking about Sirius/building the Wizarding world lol

Do you have any pets? None, but I do have a God-cat. He met my mom and everything!

What sports do you play/have you played? Capoeira, swing dancing, and ballet, kickboxing, and fencing. First three more realised though. Loved them

How tall are you? 5'6 feet, or 1,69m (I prefer the latter just for the meme number)

Favorite subject in school? I liked English, and my mother tongue bc I crushed our creative writing assignments

Dream job? Blessed if I knew.!

Tag for @quietlemonhush @roalinda @evilhersxlf @piovascosimo @punksorciere @a-little-specificity @siriuslystarbucks @fonkeloog @cuddlebugsirius @crushofdoves @benjamin-ovich @nymphaea-auri @maraudorable

Sorry if I tagged a bunch of you who have been tagged already or just don't want to be tagged, I'm so new to all of this still, feel free to ignore 🙈

[violaobanion]

15 questions and 15 mutuals

thank you for tagging me, @springsteens 🤍

were you named after anyone?

nope, but people always assume that haha. my parents speak two very different dialects of norwegian and apparently my name is pronounced somewhat the same in both, so they went with it. my dad has also mentioned that one of his criterias when naming any of his children was that it should be yellable lol and mine is)

when was the last time you cried?

define "cried". there's been a while since my last ugly cry, but for instance i rewatched The Pursuit of Love the other day for a gifset and it made me cry (as always).

do you have kids?

No, I have plants.

do you use sarcasm a lot?

I did. but i wasn't aware of just HOW sarcastic i actually was until a girl kindly pointed it out to me (she truly was kind about it), and it made me look long and hard in the mirror and i decided to be more sincere, as the sarcasm was clearly a defense mechanism.

what's the first thing you notice about people?

depends on whether i hear or see them first. but if i see them it's their clothes and hair, and then mannerisms next. i love observing people's mannerisms <3

what's your eye color?

blue/grey

scary movies or happy endings?

neither??? or sometimes i guess i want happy endings, but if there's no need and there is one i always get annoyed. more than anything i want a story to make sense and be true to itself (and the characters). scary movies? no thanks.

any special talents?

i'm left handed lol. and i can wiggle my nostrils (one at a time too)

where were you born?

norway

what are your hobbies?

embroidery, crocheting, gif making, plants, sending tiktoks to my friends, and spending several years reading the same goddamn book (it's 800 pages, but still...)

have any pets?

a cat

what sports do you play/have you played?

well i only run when i'm late for the bus, so.... yeah no but really i've never been the athletic kind. if gif making was a sport, that would be my sport. oh and i'm very fond of walking, so sometimes i go on hikes :)

how tall are you?

175cm

favorite subject in school?

arts & crafts, history, math

dream job?

the kind where i can fill my days with whatever i feel like and not worry about money. aka i can work on my hobbies 24/7 but also they're not my source of income, you know? rn i think making it big on the stock market is my only option.... (i'm working on it)

no pressure, do it if you want to: @aemonds-sapphire, @goatsandgangsters, @thesoldiersminute, @zablife, @peakysgrace, @fairytalesandfandoms, @slowdiscco, @metronomeblue (not 15 people lol sorry)

#tagged

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((i am so close to finishing Carmello and her family's background, so she'll be joining the blog soon. Her parents (2 moms and 1 dad) finally have names and while her dad doesn't have a design yet (might dig through old ocs and use one of them) he does have a name and background info so... ye.

wanna see a little drawing I made of Carmello and her moms? and learn a little about them?))

Carmello is about 7-8 here, this is the first photo of the three of them after her moms got married.

Dolce and Millie had designs for a while, they were just never fleshed out fully, Millie is a sea slug and her hair was a pain to design. Used Flow as a ref since she's like the only sea slug in Splatoon apparently... (i noticed a mistake in the drawing while typing this oh boy...) she actually has dark marks on the back you can't see since... well, she's facing us lmao here's the actual sea slug as a ref. I was considering making her skin blue like the sea slug itself but I decided against it. I might give her skill little blue marks like the actual slug though....

And Carmello's eye mask! the lore reason for Carmello's mask looking the way it is is because her mask didn't develop properly when she was an egg so it gave her a cute little design. the actual reason?

my art style was changing at the time I designed her and I was just using a small line for Inkling masks and I don't do that anymore and she looked weird to me when I tried to draw her the way I do now so... yeah lol

Dolce and Carmello's father, Jordan, are co-parents to Carmello, Millie is Dolce's wife and Carmello's Step-mom. Carmello calls her Ma since she's been in her life since she was 3.

Jordan is just as involved in Carmello's life as Dolce and Millie, he just travels a lot for work so he can't be there in person a lot (he's a photographer). Carmello video chats with him a lot, and he and Dolce have a good friendship. He was married to Dolce briefly, but they learned quickly after Carmello was born that they were better as co-parents instead. They had a lot of love for Carmello when she was born, and that's how they realized their relationship felt more like them being roommates instead of being partners.

the last thing, and one of my favorite things about Carmello, is that her emotions can influence her current ink color. The most common example: If she's drinking something that makes her happy, we'll use lemonade for this example, her ink with change to the same color as the drink. Her parents aren't sure why it happens but it's not interfering with her life negatively so...

yeah i think that's all i got haha

#((ooc)) #tfs art #((lore stuff))

[spyridonya]

omg wait i didn't realize you had rb'd so many ask games! lemme hit you with a barrage seven forms of love: eros 1 3 5 for kadira! interview: kadira! what was it like growing up as a tiefling? micro story: in dreams! (you don't have to do all of these lol)

The micro story will be posted in a few, outside of this ask! 

OC Interview!

"You have to understand when I was born, Tieflings in Sarkoris and Mendev were still common as anywhere else in Golarion - but half fiends were far more common. You can't mistake a half fiend anymore at birth than you can a tiefling, if not more so - a half fiend heavily takes the traits of their fiendish parent than a tiefling does with their fiendish ancestor." The young woman's fingers twitch on her tail as she plays with it, her nervousness apparent. It takes her a moment to consider her words then frowns, "But not everyone knows that."

The tiefling gestures to herself, "Save for the lack of wings, I could be mistaken for a half succubus or incubus. And I was - by my biological father. According to Ma, he was... an elven mage and crusader with blue eyes. My mother looked like just any Sakorian Kellid, tanned skin, black hair, and gray eyes.

"Half fiends were common in my mother's generation, too. Common enough for my grandparents to know I wasn't a half fiend, so my mother was believed and they took us in. My aunt and uncle helped raise me as well, until they married and had children of their own. In the section of Kenabras where I grew up, Sakorian refugees were not so much tolerant as exhausted. I could play on the streets with other children when they stopped being afraid of me, and the brave ones mercilessly teased me.

“Kellids, as a rule, are very brave. But we still played despite me feeling like the other.

"However, outside our neighborhood, my grandparents required me to wear a veil or hood. That was one of the reasons why my horns were filed down, not because they were ashamed but they didn't want Ma or I to be assaulted by bored crusaders. Gramps took me to the Iomedaen temples for services and drilled me on how to be polite in Mendevian cultures. Again, this wasn't due to wanting to be patted on the head as one of the good tieflings, it was survival.

"The second Crusade began and my world shrank to just that cluster of streets the Sakoarian refugees lived in by the time I was ten years old.. Ma wouldn't let me go past our streets, even with an escort, and made me help take care of my baby cousins, help my grandparents, and did her best to teach me to read and do numbers... but she had to work, too. I could play only on my street with someone watching me - and there was always someone watching me. And that was a loss of money - Grams or Ma could be spending that time weaving or Gramps could be making weapons instead of jewelry for the Inquisition mages. We had neighbors who said they'd watch me but ... my grandparents didn't trust them, not fully. They sacrificed all that to keep me safe and I was so surly about it," She chuckles sadly, softly. "I... when I was 12, I was no longer a burden to them. By then, I was being 'raised' by Areelu Vorlesh."

A deep breath escapes the commander, her smile wan, "I know this story sounds different than Woljif's story, but Woljif's grandmother wasn't part of my grandparent's generation. I haven't figured out her age,  but I think Grandma Jefto might have been born in the two decades after I was, and that's when tieflings were starting to be born regularly. By the time Woljif was born, tieflings were common enough to have small communities on both sides of the law. Thieflings when I was growing up? Unthinkable - not because we had better morals but there simply wasn't enough tieflings create a gang of reputable power."

#answered ask #aeoncoded #headcanon: kadira

[erinhime83]

Because I CANNOT leave well enough alone...have some Pater Dei designs I just did for the hell of it. This is mostly just the characters that change/the one new character that gets added.

So, obviously, at the end of AD, Buttercup ends up losing her Fire Mage powers, and this is how she would had looked had she not been born with powers. I love the idea that the Altarians all have blond hair, which is what sets them apart. (I know Odessa has blond hair, but her people can have a variety of hair color.) Also, she's sort of adapting more of an Lumentian look so she could potentially be accepted there in the future, which means less braids and no eyeliner, as well as wearing Lumentian clothes (modified a little.)

Meanwhile, Raito over here is adapting Altairan customs so Lumentians can get used to the idea, lol. Well, also he's a Follower of Ignatius now (has to be, since he's the one who summons him), so he wants to show that off as not to piss off Ignatius. I didn't really have to change him, but eh, I felt like it.

Of course, we also have the Healed Aria, now is more period correct clothing! Sort of... Originally, she was going to look the same, but I liked the idea that her hair changes completely when she's healed, hence, longer. But yeah, I was trying to make her look like a pleasant sunny sky, which is why she has so much blue and white in her design.

The last deign there is of the new villain character, Prince Caleb of Altaire. He originally looked way different, but then I decided to change him up completely, and...um, Buttercup, you sure you have the right prince, Jesus. I did not intend for him to look that hot! He ended up being the complete opposite of Raito - mess and disheveled hair, lighter hair, and I even flipped the colors of his outfit so they are opposite. He's wearing a crown because he's the crown prince and the opposite of humble, apparently. But he's introduced into the story when he forced Buttercup to meet with him so he can propose to her after hearing about her role in rescuing Aria, and she's sort of stuck in the Altairian capital because he can't take a hint that she's basically already engaged.

These designs have all just been turning out so well. XD

#my art #designs #angelus dei #pater dei