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purpleyoonn · 1 year

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Dance of Time 3

D A N C E O F T I M E

“A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.” -Bukowski

Summary: You were finally back in the hometown you left right after graduation, researching the mysterious manor that laid outside of the town limits. Your family was acting weird, and the owner of the manor seemed to know more about you than he should. Everything changed when you entered the manor, and you weren’t sure your dance with time was going to last very long.

Pairing: Vampire BTS x Human Reincarnated Reader

Status: Coming Soon

Genre: soulmate au, reincarnation, yandere themes, possessive boys, angst, fluff,

Warnings: smut, violence, tempers, mentions of death, murder, some explicit descriptions of violence, blood,

Chapter Warnings: more flashback scenes, yandere boys, major discoveries, not much

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Masterlist // Chapter 2 // Chapter 4

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Previously on Dance of Time:

You were a little confused, why would he choose to pick you up when he lives at the manor? Isn’t that out of his way to come and get you? It didn’t make sense. Plus, how did he know where you lived? Yeah, you lived in a small town, but even you didn’t know where most people lived in the town. You tried to question Mr. Kim about it, but you never received another email before you fell asleep to the sound of the wind blowing outside your window.

It was the next morning, and you were waiting to hear a car pull up the road. It was getting close to nine o’clock, and you were waiting on the front porch. You were excited about getting to tour the manor and had been ready since seven this morning.

You sat against the old porch swing, your camera bag and backpack sat next to you as you wrapped your jacket tighter around yourself. Your grandmother and uncle had yet to wake up, leaving you to relax into the silence of the morning.

You were nervous.

You had a weird feeling about today, probably stemming from the weird dream you had. It was almost incoherent, a series of flashing images you couldn’t make sense of. When you did try to make sense of them, your head started hurting, a pounding headache taking over until you had to try and take some Tylenol, hoping to have some relief before the day.

But that didn’t happen, as your headache became pounding and then your vision blurred.

The market was beautiful today as you walked slowly throughout the grass. You had tripped one too many times on it already and you knew your mother would surely punish you greatly if you were to rip the fabric of the gown she made you.

You couldn’t help but to move closer to the necklaces, a simple locket catching your eye as you stood in front of the vendor, a couple who seemed to be with child.

“That would look lovely on your neck, Miss.” You smile over to the woman, Mary, as she stood closer to you. She held it up to your neck and while her husband, Nicholas, held a mirror up for you to see.

“Indeed, it would, darling. If only our dear nurse had someone to capture her heart so, making the locket well within her heart.” Nicholas gestured back, noticing the ever-growing smile come across your lips.

“if only.” You turn around to see a man, his features blurred as he held his hand out for you to grasp as he bows a little in your presence. Your hurry to curtsey back, Lord… was surely not bowing to you.

“Please, Lord… do not worry yourself over a simple nurse.” You gesture softly for him to stand up, but he only continued to hold his hand out for you. His dimples bright against his cheeks as you finally placed your hand within his grasp.

“You are anything but a simple nurse, milady.”

“Y/n, are you alright?”

Your vision returned to see Namjoon; his hand held out to you in the same way the man in your vision was holding his. It shocked you a bit, your body frozen as it tries to determine if you were still hallucinating.

“Y/n?” Only when he asked again did you snap out of it. You quickly took his hand as he helped you off your front doorstep.

“I am so sorry about that. I haven’t been sleeping very well, you know? Sleeping in your childhood bed after so long can do wonders on you.” You chuckle, hoping he took your words as the joke you intended, letting out a breath when he laughs.

“I bet. Well,” He looks at his watch, a simple silver band that seemed to be engraved. “We should be going. I told my brother we would be there by nine.” You lean over to glance at his watch to see it was only a couple of minutes from nine o’clock, meaning you were running behind.

“I am so sorry.” You apologize as you lean down to pick up your camera bag and backpack, which Namjoon proceeded to take from you and move over to his car, placing them in the trunk.

“Please, Miss Jacquess, do not worry about it. I bet that once my brother sees you, all will be well.” You tilt your head a little at his words, not quite understanding why the sight of you would appease his brother but decided not to think about it.

Namjoon comes back around when you get close to the car and opens the passenger door for you, his hand resting on the small of your back, sending tingles and other feelings down your spine as he helps you into the car.

When you are buckled, you look up to see him looking towards your home, a small smirk barely visible on his lips. You turn to see what he was looking at only to see your grandmothers small frame peeking through the curtain behind the window facing the garden. Her eyes were hard, but you could see the worry shining through, the fear tugging at her lips as the car was pulling out of your driveway.

“Now, Y/n, my brother can be a bit…boisterous. So, I do apologize in advance.” Namjoon looks away from the road for a quicks second to see a thoughtful look cross your eyes, your fingers tapping against your jean covered thighs.

His own fingers squeeze the material of the steering wheel, the smell of you so intoxicating that he had a hard time controlling himself. It had been years since he had been in such close quarters with you, and he could help but be relieved that this would be the first of many that he would spend in close proximity with you again.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry, Mr. Kim. My uncle can be the same way.” Was your only response. You couldn’t seem to get yourself to focus on anything, like the wind was blowing its song through your ears.

You were having major déjà vu, and it was making your heart race and flutter as you listened to the man driving speak about his property.

When you did finally arrive at the manor, you were quick to notice the tall man leaning against one of the pillars in front of the manor, holding up the beautifully crafted balcony. Your mouth almost dropped in shock as you looked at the man.

He was almost as beautiful as the house itself, the pout on his lips speaking for itself as he begins to walk down the stairs and to the car. As you move to open your door a hand stops you, fingers on top of yours, sparks shooting up your spine as you look into the dark eyes of the man from before.

“A woman should never open her own door.” His voice was soft, as if talking about the breeze blowing through the large pine trees in the front of the property. His gaze was even softer, and reminded you of something with which your brain couldn’t grasp.

“Y/n, this is my brother, Seokjin.” Your mind counted the way he called the man his brother, your soul not buying the relationship said by the man. It didn’t make sense to you. Your hand that was still in his grasp was now held, his hand bringing your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your hand as he looked at you through his lashes.

“Please, dear, call me Jin.”

There it is. Another name that sends shivers down your spine causing you to pull you hand back into your chest, a nervous smile on your lips as the two men glance at each other.

“Alright, Jin. Thank you both so much for allowing me to join you on a tour of your family’s manor.” You push yourself out of the car, not wanting to be enclosed in the space longer than you had to. The day was starting to feel darker than you had hoped, and your mind kept telling you that something deeper was at play here; telling you that you needed to leave while you still could.

Jin could see the difference in you once you heard his voice. He wanted to smirk, the shivers down your spine the only indication he needed that you were back with them. He knew that you were ready, and that you were remembering them slowly.

Only when you stood a couple feet away from them, your camera bag in hand and your backpack on your back, taking photos of the manor did Jin turn to Namjoon.

“You are late.” His tone was clipped as he stared at you, your focus on the manor you didn’t even know was yours.

“I know. I showed up to her having a vision. Her eyes were white and I didn’t want anyone to see it.” Jin’s eyes flashed red for a second before turning to their normal black. He hummed in response, knowing that if the visions were returning this fast and this numerous that the gods truly meant this was their time.

“Eden realized too late that I was there. She peered through the window to see our darling already buckled into my car. I couldn’t help but smirk at her dejection.” They both let out a low laugh at the woman’s own fate being dealt to her.

“She should have known that we would intervene at some point. After pushing you to pursue school elsewhere, finding that stupid witch to place a cloaking spell. Well, it was time.” Jin growled out before shifting his demeaner and moving towards you, Namjoon following suit of his elder mate.

“Alright darling. Are you ready for the tour?”

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The manor was beautiful, you couldn’t believe the amount of history you were standing in, contending with the likes of Stonehenge and Athens. There were hundreds of paintings lining the walls, gorgeous landscapes and portraits of probably past family members looking back at you as you walk with Namjoon and Jin, their voices echoing off the same walls.

“Now, Miss Jaquess, the history within these walls is as important to us as the blood within our veins.” Jin spoke softly as he stopped in front of the entryway. You could see a grand piano peeking past one of the walls and grew intrigued. You also noticed a couple of different things.

“This is our legacy.” Jin continued his probably prepared speech as you walked around, feeling Namjoon behind you as you saw the small, full garbage bin that remained next to the couches, their cushions rumpled as if someone was rolling on them. But what caught your eye the most was the fingerprints littering the keys of the piano as you neared closer.

For a vacant historical manor is sure did look lived in. You thought, writing your thoughts down in your notebook as you walked, following Jin as he spoke about the original floorboards that had yet to be restored.

You were at the foot of the grand staircase when you noticed a dark coloring on the floorboards. You stood to take a closer look when your vision blurred again, a quick image of blood spilling and soft moans filling your head before you were standing back up. Namjoon and Jin acted as if they didn’t notice anything, walking up the staircase as you followed suit.

Red eyes peered at you from behind the staircase, longing filling their body as the noticed your vision turn white at the spot where he first tasted your blood, where he first brought you to woes, your fingers curling into his hair. He couldn’t wait until you remembered him, remembered the way you felt about him.

You were welcomed by an opening that held several fainting couches and a nice Victorian rug as the centerpiece.

“This is where our ancestors would rest after their long days, their wife even having these ‘fainting couches’ made so she could loosen her corset.” Namjoon pointed to the layout of the opening before moving down one of the hallways.

The home was large, three separate floors not including the basement or the attic. It was one of the biggest buildings north of Sacramento when built, and it’s legacy continues today. You couldn’t help but be amazed by the history of the manor, hoping that your recorder was capturing each and every detail that both Namjoon and Jin were telling you.

Through the windows on the north corridor you could see the large garden, reds, blues, and purples shining brightly within the sunlight falling onto the property.

“Okay, so I do have some questions that I would like to ask, if that’s okay?” You speak for the first time since the tour began. The boys share another quick glance before Namjoon nods.

“Of course. What tour would this be if there were no questions to be asked.” His words had you calming down a bit.

“Okay. First question. Can you tell me why this manor was nicknamed the ‘Weeping Manor’?” You were still walking as you had your pen pressed to your paper, ready to write down whatever their answer was.

“I think you will actually find the answer within the last room.” Namjoon gestured to Jin who opened the door at the end of the north corridor.

The door opened into a large room, shelves filling the space as you looked towards the right, books with pages spilling out just calling your name as your mouth opened in awe. Right in front of you was a large oak desk, the top of it covered in your books and articles, you could even see some pieces highlighted or underlined as you slowly walked closer.

You felt nervous, the entire atmosphere shifting from joyful and playful to dark and eerie. You turned behind you to question Namjoon or Jin but they were gone. The door now closed and the room’s only light coming from the slightly open shades on the window behind the desk.

Your eyes flittered across the space, looking for the two men who seemingly disappeared into thin air, wanting to leave and be done with the tour. You didn’t like the feelings you were having, the cold air brushing across your skin coming from nowhere.

“Mr. Kim?” You called out, turning back around to the door only to have your eyes catch sight of a large family portrait.

It was a painting of the property, dating back to 1838 when the manor was originally built, even before the town had an official name and place on the map. Seven men resided in the front of the portrait, sitting and standing in a line just in front of the large pine tree that resided to the right of the men.

You moved forward to get a closer look at the portrait when the tiny description just below caught your eye.

“The Kim Coven. Ca. 1838.”

Coven? What did that even mean? Your confusion didn’t end there but grew into shock and something like horror when you finally looked up to the faces within the portrait.

The man standing within the middle of the painting was a spitting image of the man who gave you the tour. The same man who met you at the local diner and exchanged emails back and forth with you.

To his right, and to your even deeper horror, stood Seokjin, eyes almost staring at your shaking from beneath the paint.

You took a step back, your hand covering your mouth in fear as you tried to back away from the painting when you bumped into someone. A whimper leaving your lips as you tried to quiet your sobs.

“Please…please.” You began to beg, knowing you were done for.

“Oh, darling. Please don’t cry.” The man behind you coos, a hand moving up to move your hair away from your neck as a small kiss is pressed to your skin.

“You’re finally home.”

“Taehyung, love, I know you’re excited but you’re scaring our baby.” A voice from your left sounds out, the echo of his voice ringing in your ear as the man’s embrace on your abdomen slowly tightens.

“She seems more scared of Namjoon and Jin right now.” The man holding you hums, his nose pressed to the skin of your neck as you try to stop shaking. You couldn’t stop your tears now, even as you tried to force yourself to breath evenly.

“Please, I promise. I won’t say anything. I’ll never come back. I-I won’t write this article. Please.” You plead with the men, seven in all as they begin to move from behind the same shelves you were in awe of earlier.

You felt lied to, like a lion hoping for a meal only to be met with an audience wanting you to jump. Your brain began to connect the dots, pieces coming together that led to this moment.

“The sudden agreement to a meeting.” You begin to voice your thoughts aloud, receiving a humming in approval from Namjoon, who knew what you were doing.

“The table in the corner of the diner, where you didn’t eat anything.” Another hum, this time from the man who spoke to the man behind you.

“Moving the meeting to today instead of after the weekend. Almost like an urgency.” Jin couldn’t help but to roll his eyes at this one, knowing it was your grandmother’s fault for this point, not theirs.

“You knew my name before I even introduced myself. Recognized me despite not knowing what I looked like.” You looked up from the floor to see Namjoon standing in front of you, his portrait figure looking at you from over his shoulder.

“I—I don’t understand.” You let out, your brain missing some pieces still, unable to fully connect the dots. Your brain couldn’t comprehend the outcome without knowing who they were.

“You always were so smart, Y/n. Even then.” Before you could attempt anything else, your vision blurred again, for the third time that day.

“My love, I don’t understand how you can understand all of this.” His hair flew past his shoulders as he playfully threw your anatomy book from your lap. He instead took its place, his head flopping onto the material of your underdress, a smirk aimed at your affronted gaze.

“My love, why don’t you study my body instead?” A pillow hit his face before he could continue. Laughter bubbling from your lips at his scrunched up features. His hair now all over the place as he turned his gaze back to you.

“Oh, Yoongi. If you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask.” You leaned down to place your lips on the man’s lips, moving to pull away only for his arms to trap you against him, smiling into your lips.

“Ellie, you are too smart for your own good.”

Your vision returned, this time the men were all stood in front of you, watching your vision return to normal. Your quickly caught sight of the man in your vision, Yoongi, you assumed. You touched your lips as if you could feel his lips, plush against yours.

“Who is Ellie?” Were the only words to leave your lips as sobs started to sound out instead. Their eyes seemed indifferent to your words, despite the sparkle of happiness glittering within.

“You.”

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buckyjamess-archive · 3 years

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𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲 ❁ 𝓫𝓾𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓼

chapter seventeen • a/n: thank the sudden burst of inspiration for these chapters coming out so fast. Feedback is appreciated! • wordcount: 1.5k+ • warnings: kids, parenthood, nothing more?

summary

going through rough years after losing your husband, you try to raise your daughter the best you can. With the help from the wilson's you make the best of it but the road is bumpy when sam introduces you to his friend.

masterlist

F O U R M O N T H S L A T E R

"I'm running a little late today, so I won't be home in time but I asked Steve to be there to open up–" a heavy sigh "for the love of god, try to be nice buck, that's all I'm asking, okay? Also, can you let me know if you're staying for dinner so I can pick up something extra on my way back– thank you. Okay..bye, love you."

love you. Bucky never expected to keep hearing those words falling from your lips but he does– after every call, every voicemail, every goodbye and see you soon. It makes him smile yet he doesn't deserve those two words.

you had assured him that morning after that you would always love him no matter what; that he's still the father of yet another gift in your life. The best months of your life after a shit show of years prior– you'd always love Bucky even if he broke your heart in a million pieces, he seemed to be the only one to put it back together..or steve. Steve did a pretty good job of glueing shattered parts of your heart back together.

It angered bucky. Coincidentally; Steve rogers marriage came to an end not two weeks after you'd moved into your own little place with the kids and for a split second Bucky had wondered if nothing ever happened between you and Steve during the time he suspected something. But he believed you. Nothing had happened, never and though Bucky still had to get used to Steve being around more and more each day, he knew he could trust the blonde.

You seem happy with Steve and unlike you and him, things between Steve went slow, taking time. No moving in three weeks after or by each other's side everyday and you certainly didn't let the man straight into Rosie and JJ's life.

A break..of sorts and maybe he'd gotten his hopes up and believed it actually could get better with time; get back together and be that little family again but as time passed by, it became all too clear– you really didn't plan on getting with him again and Bucky couldn't even blame you.

But you still let him into your life, let him be a part of your life. A part of Rosie's life..of JJ. You let Rosie stay with him whenever she wanted to, let her stay the night or a couple of days until the girl wanted to get back home again. Got to see his son nearly everyday and have him all weekends. 'I'd never take away your kids, buck'

Invitations to stay for dinner or spend the evening or to tag along with one of your day outs– all too eager to spend all the time he could with what once was his family, even if it meant spending time with Steve.

You still took care of bucky, you still loved bucky because the man who broke your heart made you believe in love again, pulled you out of your shell after years of wanting to be alone. Took care of you during your darkest days, stayed by your side when you needed him the most. Gave Rosie a father figure she never had the opportunity to get, gave you another little soul to take care of. Bucky Barnes stole, bruised and broke your heart and till this day manages to glue it back together.

It took you a while to forgive him, you're still not sure if you actually have. With the loan you got from your new part time job at the store around the corner, you managed to get yourself a small two bedroom apartment not too far away from bucky– following most classes from your new study online and still being able to be there for your babies; if you were being honest, life was good.

The family wilson being back in your life being the icing on the cake. Sam being to eager to apologise for everything he'd said and done although 'I told you so'– first flight to Brooklyn and before you knew it the family stood in your apartment, unpacked boxes and painted rooms as if their lives depended on it; be there for you like they were after riley– family. Hailey even spent the better part of her summer in Brooklyn by your side to catch up while in all honesty, she got tired of her dad and needed some time alone.

Life was surprisingly good after everything.

"Dad?"

Snapping out of his daydream, Bucky looks up and meets the eyes of the little girl in the rear view mirror. The braid bucky had managed to braid that morning an untangled mess, hanging from her shoulder. Left overs of a chocolate cookie still visible on the corner of her mouth. Yellow shirt covered in dirt, paint and what else she'd been playing in and with at school.

Bucky hums and types a quick text to you, telling you he'd stay over for dinner "What's up?"

"Can alpine come with me sometime?" Rosie asks seriously, a hint of hope in her voice.

"I wish he could sweetheart but mom's not allowed to have any pets," Bucky chuckles "He misses mommy, right?"

"I don't know, he can't talk silly."

"Really then why does alpine talk to me every night?" Bucky quips back "he tells me how you steal the last cookies from the cookie jar."

"That was JJ– when are mommy, me and JJ coming back home, I want my own bedroom again."

Bucky clears his throat and quickly gazes to the little boy fast asleep in his carpet on the backseat and back to Rosie, Bucky swallows the lump in his throat.

You tried to explain it all but the 4 year old never seemed to be able to understand any of it; the two times Christmas, two birthdays not working.

"I don't know princess," Bucky admits "whenever mommy is ready."

which is never

Heavy footsteps echo against the grey stone walls of the short hallway, doors with small white numbers glued onto the wood– Steve isn't much taller or shorter, maybe a bit broader but nothing to be afraid of and yet bucky finds himself tiny next to the man, intimidated to say the least- black leather jacket over a simple grey shirt clung around his biceps, long legs...intimidating but with the softest facial features, christ bucky didn't have any reason to feel this way around someone You deemed important.

If anything, Steve was as awkward as him.

Twirling around the hallway, her pink and purple colored bag bouncing up and down her back and her messy braid flying through the air, Rosie stills at the sight of the men walking their way

"You're late."

"I know, kid," Steve chuckles lowly "tried to be faster."

"Well, you should be faster next time." Rosie simply states.

Steve nods his head towards bucky with a slight smile which bucky returns and without another word, Steve twirls the keys out of his pocket and unlocks the door with the faint 9 on it.

Rosie storms in, nearly tripping over her own feet as she pulls her backpack off and throws it in the corner with all other shoes, bags and umbrellas.

The man nods again as Bucky pushes the stroller with JJ through the door. The familiar smell of you lingering in the air and fills his nostrils. He ignores the footsteps behind him. Bucky pushes his son further into the kitchen where he picks JJ out and sets the little man on the floor. Bucky's not even able to say another word, his son zooming off on all fours, going straight to the box filled with toys near the couch in the living room.

"I was told to hand you the keys." Bucky's eyes shoot up to Steve, your keys dangling between his thumb and index finger– Steve clears his throat.

Casually folding the stroller back before standing up straight, bucky nods and holds his hand out.

Your keys, not Steve's. Great, he's not at that base yet.

"y/n asked if you wanted to bathe the kids," Steve clears his throat once again and shifts his weight from one foot to the other "so she can start with dinner when she's back."

"Yeah, sure." Bucky mumbles almost inaudibly, calm and collected, through his stomach drops as Steve nods and strides his way to your bedroom and comes back out with a black overnight bag hanging from his shoulder; rogers printed on the fabric.

so, he's at that base already

"So, yeah– I should head back out. Work and all." Steve breathes out a laugh.

Placing both hands on his sides, Steve looks back to the living room where Rosie and JJ crawled and played around the coffee table.

"Bye rosie," Steve waves awkwardly and with no answer back, he looks back at bucky with a slight smile and nervous chuckle "kids, right."

"Yeah," Bucky deadpans, not batting an eye at the men in front of him "kids."

Bucky doesn't have the right to feel jealous, he screwed things up and not you but he still loves you with all his heart and he'll be damned if he didn't at least try to gain back your trust and maybe even woo you back in his life– Steve stands in the way of just that.

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floof-reppu · 4 years

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Mt. Lady Fluff Alphabet

I did... the entire fluff alphabet for Mt. Lady, over 2.2k words, and I... auuugh. Just read and you’ll find out. Surprisingly only took a few hours.

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

More often than not, Yu just wants to relax at home with you and watch television while cuddling on the sofa and talking about how the day has been. If she’s not into doing that, she wants to walk around the city for a bit (and possibly do some window shopping if funds allow for it). Once in a blue moon she’ll want to go to the actual movie theater if there’s a movie out that she wants to watch.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

She absolutely adores your eyes and how they light up when you talk about the things you’re passionate about. That, and she loves the way that they compliment your other features. If you want to talk about parts of you that are not physical, she was definitely attracted to your personality.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Yu tries every trick in the book to cheer you up when you’re sad and will do anything for you if it makes you feel better. As for panic attacks, as long as she knows about them and if they are a common occurrence, she’ll make sure to get you alone with her and help to calm you down no matter what.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

She’s unsure about her future with you particularly because of her financial woes, but she knows that she wants to start a family with you a few years down the road. She at least wants to be financially stable to help support any future children as well as yourselves.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Yu’s outgoing personality and passion for what she does in terms of hero work translates to her being the dominant one in the relationship, although sometimes she can be rather passive when met with certain obstacles. She loves being able to make the shots in your relationship, bur she’s in no way controlling.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Yu can be pretty aggressive when she fights with you, only verbally though. She refuses to lay a hand on you and can go on for hours depending on what you’re fighting about. It takes her a few hours after getting heated to calm down, and she feels extremely guilty afterwards. She makes sure to apologize profusely afterwards for blowing up on you (even though most of the time you start it).

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Most of the time she works her tail off during the day, so when she gets off, it’s always nice to be able to relax with you. You pamper her a lot, so she’ll gush to you about how much she loves and appreciates you. She often returns your gestures to surprise you.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Yu has a few secrets that she’s hiding from you, but that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t want you to know about them sometime in the future. There are just a few things that she needs to get settled before she spills the rest of her secrets.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

When the two of you first got together, you definitely noticed the lazy side of her kick in whenever you were around her. You were okay with it at first, but the more you let her do as she pleased, the more she was inclined to sit around the house and do nothing except watch television and play on her smartphone. After having a long, LONG conversation about how she wasn’t going to be a productive member of society if she didn’t get her ass into gear, you worked with Yu to improve this aspect of her personality.

Needless to say, she doesn’t laze around on the sofa anymore, and has even developed a training routine on her off days.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Jealous is Yu’s fake middle name. She gets the green eyes of envy every time someone starts talking to you for at least ten minutes or longer when you’re out in public, but she knows to hold her mouth most of the time. If you’re taking too long by her standards, she’ll subtly try to get your attention by a text message (hoping that your phone wasn’t on silent) or will lightly pull on your arm.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Yu’s a particularly sensual kisser and conveys a lot of her emotions when she kisses you, whether good or bad. Your first kiss with her was actually rushed, being on your second “date” with her. She did however make up for how sloppy it was by returning the favor and kissed you again right before the two of you parted ways, this time with more intensity.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

She was actually quite nervous to confess her love to you. By the third date, she absolutely knew that she wanted to be with you, even with her hero work coming first. The two of you had a conversation that same night about whether or not you would respect that her duties as a pro came first. You gave her the answer she wanted, that you knew that her duties came first and a relationship came second.

She confessed to you the minute the two of you got up to leave, her face red as a tomato, and you couldn’t have been happier.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Yu absolutely wants to get married to you, but at least wants to wait for at least a year or two into your relationship before tying the knot to make sure that you’re the one for her. She drops subtle hints to you whenever she’s ready, even dragging you somewhere just to make sure you possibly pick the ring that is for her.

Her dream wedding isn’t a traditional Japanese ceremony, rather a Western one. She’s always adored the white wedding gowns that she sees brides from there wear on their special day. Both of your families as well as close friends and a few of Yu’s co-workers will be invited to the ceremony.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Some of her favorite nicknames for you are “babe (original, I know)” and “hon”. She’s not that big of a fan of any other nicknames, so expect those two to be the ones she uses most often.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

When Yu’s in love, she doesn’t outright show her feelings because of her reputation as Mt. Lady that she has to uphold to the public eye, so most of the time it’s hard for others to tell that she’s in love with you. But, if someone does ask her in a more private setting if she has romantic feelings for someone else, she’ll be straightforward and spill the tea.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

She’s the opposite when it comes to her Mt. Lady persona and PDA in public. The most that she’ll do is hold your hand or give you a subtle kiss on the cheek because she “wants to seem available to all of the men” for publicity purposes, which isn’t as bad as no affection at all. It takes her all the way up to your engagement to release the details of your relationship to the public, which was actually received quite well.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Her tenacity and assertiveness in certain social situations definitely helps if you have social anxiety. As stated earlier, she is willing to do anything for you as long as she’s capable of doing the task. The dedication that she has for you is unmatched, and she hopes to keep it that way.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Whether or not Yu is romantic depends on her mood at the time. If she’s not feeling up to it, she might surprise you with something you might have seen in a movie the two of you have watched together. If not, she might just try to get creative and… spice things up (ack this is a fluff alphabet, not a NSFW one, but you get the idea).

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

At first she’s extremely self-centered, but the longer the two of you are together, the more she wants to help you achieve your dreams.You may be her second priority, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t willing to do whatever she can to help you mark some goals off of your list. In terms of belief in you, she has a few doubts, but those are usually overlooked for the good qualities that you have.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Yu is semi-used to a routine, but she is open to any and all suggestions that you might have. Sometimes she might suggest something because she heard about it from someone else, or she saw it in a magazine or on the television and she wants to see if what they’re saying is true.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

She definitely knows you well, and since the two of you confide in one another, that part of your relationship is solid. Most of the things she tells you is how she feels about other pros, or she complains about Midnight (because you can’t tell me that they don’t have some sort of rivalry/hatred toward one another).

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

As before, Yu puts her duties as a pro hero first and her relationship second, mostly because she wants to “make it big” in terms of popularity. As soon as she’s done with hero work for the day, you become her first priority and all of her attention goes to you. Expect tons of hugs and kisses from her.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Yu really loves to talk your relationship with Edgeshot and Kamui Woods, particularly because she knows neither of them would ever out your relationship to the public until the two of you are ready. She always talks high about them to you, and the day that you get to formally meet them she’s smiling the entire time. She has a lot of trust in the two of them, and both of them are glad that Yu has someone like you in her life that will treat her well (they’re definitely invited to the wedding, by the way).

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

She’s the absolute queen of cuddling on the sofa and giving you soft pecks every now and again while the two of you relax. When you’re in bed, she loves when she’s the little spoon so that she gets all of your warmth, but every once in awhile she’ll attempt to be the big spoon and squeeze the living daylights out of you.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

If you ever happen to be gone for a few days, especially if you said you would be back before then, she might get extremely worried and cry a little, but one phone call can make a difference for her. Hearing your voice over the phone or even a video chat so she can see that you’re okay helps her not to worry.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

If it’s within her power, Yu will more than likely do it. She may be a little reluctant during the beginning portion of your relationship, but she only does this so that she gets a good gauge on where she wants the relationship to go. She definitely want to take the relationship slow for these reasons.

#mt lady x reader #bnha imagines #mount lady #yu takeyama #mt lady #mha x reader #yu takeyama x reader #mount lady x reader #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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onderzoeken-vos · 3 years

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B A S I C I N F O ; ; ;

NAME: Lillianna Esper AGE: 27 (pre-ts) DOB: December 27th SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic HEIGHT: 5'6" (168cm) WEIGHT: 128lbs (58kg) DEVIL FRUIT: Inu Inu no Mi model: Gingitsune (Silver Fox) OCCUPATION: Information Broker // Sniper HOME ISLAND: Glacis (North Blue) HAIR COLOR: Dark orange, almost red HAIR LENGTH: Shoulderblades/midback HAIR TEXTURE: Combination of straight and wavy EYE COLOR: Amber/gold (slitted like a fox) SKIN COLOR: Pale DISTINCTING FEATURES: — scar above left eye, usually covered by her hair — small key tattoo on left wrist OUTFIT: — plain white tshirt — black skinny jeans with three decorative zippers — knee high combat boots with extra zipped pouches attached — black knee length cloak with lacing details on the sleeves — katana holster attached to belt WEAPONS: — black compound bow with sniper scope — katana EXTRAS: — has a large black briefcase that she uses to carry her bow and important documents for her job

Personality and backstory under the cut

P E R S O N A L I T Y ; ; ;

▶️ STUBBORN

It takes a lot to sway Lillianna’s mind. Once she sets herself on something, she’ll see it through to the end, no questions asked. This can be both a blessing and a curse at times.

▶️ NO SENSE OF DANGER

Lillianna has quite the mouth on her, and it’s gotten her in trouble on more than one occasion. Sarcasm and sass are her middle names. Sometimes she’ll be able to rein it in, like when she knows there’s an actual threat around (she’s not stupid, though some may beg to differ). Otherwise, her filter doesn’t really exist.

▶️ RESPONSIBLE

As stated before, once Lilly puts her mind to something, she’ll see it through to the end. In the same vein, if she knows she can’t accomplish something, she’ll take it in stride and admit defeat. You won’t see her trying to put the blame on others when it was clearly her own doing.

▶️ SNEAKY

This goes without saying. Lilly is extremely sneaky, and can get herself out of just about any sticky situation if the need were to arise. Either physically, by knowing her surroundings and every possible exit, or just by talking her way out of it. She’s good with words; something she quickly learned was needed in her line of work. Getting around guards and other security measures are also another feat she’s just about perfected at this point.

▶️ CAUTIOUS

Despite having little to no sense of danger, Lillianna can be quite cautious, especially if she’s in a situation with someone that gives her bad vibes. She can read people pretty easily, and the minute she sees something off with their body language, or tone of voice, her guard goes up. This usually happens when she’s working with people in the underground, and she knows to tread lightly around them since one minute they could be nice to you and the next they’re stringing you up.

▶️ CURIOUS

Lillianna is always looking for new things to gain knowledge on, whether it be through books or real life experiences. She’s very much like a cat, and sometimes that can get her into just as much trouble as her mouth does.

▶️ SMART

Ever since she was a child she was always thirsty for expanding her mind, which has led her to where she is today. With her job she needs to be smart, both book smart and street smart, considering some of the characters that come to her looking for information. Working with the Government, the underground and everything in between also means she needs to have her wits about her at all times. One small slip up could be the end of her career, or her life.

▶️ AMBIVERT

For the most part Lillianna is an outgoing person, but she has her moments of being shy and reserved. It really just depends on the people she surrounds herself with at any given time, and how comfortable she is with them.

▶️ SLY

Lilly knows how to play her cards, and she does it really well. She knows how to pull the rug up from under someone without them noticing until it’s already far too late, or make you think one thing is happening when she’s actually doing the complete opposite.

▶️ EASY TO ANGER

It doesn’t take much to tick Lilly off. She gets easily annoyed by so many different things, from certain sounds (the enhanced hearing from her Zoan doesn’t help this any) to something stupid someone around her has said. It’s why she often finds herself in scuffles with pirates and other ruffians when she’s trying to relax in a bar. Like usual, she does have a good grasp on controlling herself when the situation deems it necessary, but sometimes it can be a bit of a struggle, depending on how annoyed she is.

B A C K S T O R Y ; ; ;

Before Lillianna was even born, her parents worked for the World Government. After she came into the world, they didn’t stop, and often left her home alone with babysitters. When she became old enough to read, the library was her favorite place to be. She could lose herself on the pages of books for hours, and forget about the fact that her parents were essentially neglecting her.

Soon it got to the point where her parents practically orphaned her, and babysitters were no longer a thing. They even stopped paying for the home, almost like they forgot about her, and Lillianna, no older than a preteen, was left on the streets to fend for herself. Because of this, she holds a deep seeded resentment toward the World Government. She blames them for taking her parents away; blames them for her being forgotten.

Living on the streets made her harder, a little angrier, and her sass and sarcasm only continued to grow the longer she struggled to survive. She grew to have some pretty bad trust issues, and because she surrounded herself with some unsavory people just to get by, her polite filter was practically nonexistent.

It wasn’t long before Lilly grew tired of it. It got to the point where she eventually broke into some poor stranger’s home, and was found by the owner while she was scavenging their kitchen for food. He was a rugged old man, and didn’t look at all pleased when he noticed her huddle in the corner scoffing down a loaf of crusty bread. But despite how he looked like he was ready to kick her back out into the streets, he decided to take her under his wing. It must have been the look in her eyes, maybe. She wasn’t sure.

What she did know though, was she would forever be grateful to this man.

He wasn’t nice by any means. Often growled at her, or gave her harsh punishments if she talked back—which she did often. But he allowed her to indulge in her thirst for knowledge at the local library while he was off working on his fishing boat, even encouraged it. And he looked after her. Made sure she was fed, and even told her stories of his own past when he’d had a little too much to drink, which she drank in every second of it.

Now, Lillianna would never admit to loving this man like a father, but the feelings were very close to that. He was more of a parent to her than her own mother and father ever would be.

As she continued to collect information, both from books and various different newspapers, Lilly became even more aware of just how corrupt the Government actually was. Many different news articles and other media were conflicting, making it quite obvious that various things were being covered up. With this, her anger grew, and she decided to go off on her own. She knew she was good at gathering information, and was extremely stealthy from her years living on the streets. Deciding being an information broker was the best route to go, she set off.

The Revolutionary Army quickly became one of her top customers, on par with the Underworld, where she would sell off any World Government info she came across as a huge fuck you to the organization. Anything she could to pull the rug up from underneath the people who essentially ruined her family, she would do it.

On more than one occasion she was propositioned by the RA to join them seeing as to them she was a good fit for their cause, but she refused every time, knowing she wouldn’t be able to live a life of taking orders. Honestly, she wasn’t a fan of any kind of authority figure.

Thinking that it would be smart to also work on her combat skills, Lilly quickly learned how to use a compound bow, something she knew would be unique and not often thought of by her enemies, and it wasn’t long before she was rather proficient with it. If anyone were to ask, she would even go to the lengths of calling herself a self-trained sniper. But, because using a bow wasn’t practical in close range combat, she also learned how to use a sword, a katana she picked up at a strange, shoddy little weapons shop in one of the towns she’d stopped on randomly.

Unlike the proficiency she had with her bow, her sword skills left much to be desired. But it got the job done when it was needed. She hadn’t died yet, anyway.

A couple years into her job as an information broker, Lillianna slipped up and sold a World Government secret to a Government spy, which lead to the Government retaliating by murdering both of her parents as a warning. She didn’t really care at the time, not having much of a relationship with them after they willingly orphaned her, but understood the threat all the same. What would stop them from killing her father figure next, or even taking her own life?

This incident is what caused her to become even more cautious and distrusting. Lilly took a lot more time investigating who exactly she’s making deals with now, and with her ability to gather info without anyone noticing, luckily it’s not that hard to do so. It’s also added to the long list of reasons why she hates the WG.

Lillianna gains her Devil Fruit a few years after The Incident while searching a Marine warship for intel. At first she was going to leave the oddly shaped fruit, but decided to snatch it at the last minute as just another rebellious act against the Government. Of course, she didn’t eat it right away, wanting to make sure she was safe since she had no idea exactly what Fruit she’d stolen was.

#about the muse #long post

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theheadlessgroom · 4 years

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Character Study.

Randall Pace

Hijacked from @arachnofille!

FULL NAME. Randall Huit Pace MEANING. Randall, the oft-anglicized version of the Irish Raghnall, meaning ‘shield-wolf’; Huit, derived from the name Hug’ to the point where it quite literally means ‘son of Hugh’; and Pace, sometimes noted as a medieval nickname for an even-tempered man, or seen as being derived from the Latin word ‘pacis’, meaning ‘peace’. NICKNAME. The Hatbox Ghost, Ol’ Hatty, The Headless Groom, Mr. Pace GENDER. Male HEIGHT. 4′12 AGE. Was 33 when he died, and still physically thinks and feels this age, though in reality, he’s 238 years old as of this last 9th of May ZODIAC. Taurus SPOKEN LANGUAGES. English and a little bit of Irish

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

HAIR COLOR. Was jet-black when he was alive; it has now turned gray EYE COLOR. Had olive-green eyes in his living days; they have now paled to a milky white SKIN TONE. Was very pale in life, and has become even moreso in death BODY TYPE. Scrawny in life; he’s become nigh-skeletal as a ghost (as evidenced by his bony appearance, so much so that his ribcage can be seen through his coat) ACCENT. Generally doesn’t have one when speaking English (despite growing up in New Orleans, he never picked up any sort of Southern or even Cajun accent); when he sings or gets riled up, his Irish accent begins to creep through, as well as when he speaks Irish VOICE. A tad gruff-sounding, rough around the edges, with an undeniable depth of warmth to it just the same (VC: Lon Chaney Sr.) DOMINANT HAND. Left POSTURE. Generally hunched over, leaning against a gnarled old wooden cane; feet splayed and bony knees bent as he leers at passersby SCARS. A long, jagged one winding all the way around his throat, a souvenir of his cause of death: Decapitation TATTOOS. None MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). Scraggly hair, eerie eyes, and a ghoulish grin (complete with a gold tooth!)

C H I L D H O O D .

PLACE OF BIRTH. New Orleans, Louisiana HOMETOWN. New Orleans, Louisiana BIRTH WEIGHT. Average BIRTH HEIGHT. Slightly below average MANNER OF BIRTH. Natural, at home FIRST WORDS. “Knox” (the name of his teddy bear), “Mama”, ‘saw-berr’ (strawberry, his favorite fruit) SIBLINGS. None PARENTS. Wilhelm and June Pace nee’ Burke PARENT INVOLVEMENT. Before his death in a boating accident when Randall was three, Wilhelm was a loving and doting father, who considered his only son his pride and joy, and his main reason (besides his beloved wife) for trying (and unfortunately failing) to beat his alcoholism. In the wake of her husband’s death, June (who never remarried) became Randall’s sole caretaker, and although she worked countless jobs to keep herself and her son afloat, loved and adored her boy beyond compare, instilling him with many of the core values he still proudly carries with him to this day, while also trying to provide him with a happy, stable childhood

A D U L T L I F E .

OCCUPATION. “Attic ghost” at The Haunted Mansion at the Disneyland theme park, in Anaheim, California CURRENT RESIDENCE. Gracey Manor, the titular Haunted Mansion, set in Disneyland’s picturesque New Orleans Square CLOSE FRIENDS. Dorian Gracey, Beauregard Ghast, Elizabeth Henshaw, the Toombs family, the Hitchhiking Ghosts, Sinclair de Witt and Egore Von Bite, the Devil Mortimer, among countless other Mansion residents RELATIONSHIP STATUS. (Happily) Married, to Emily Bloodmere, better known as the Beating-Heart Bride FINANCIAL STATUS. Stable, far moreso than he ever was in life: As a resident of Gracey Manor, Randall has a roof over his head, the opportunity to have three square meals (plus snacks and dessert), and a steady job ‘haunting’ the house. He may not have access to the extensive Gracey fortune (which Dorian still has, kept hidden away somewhere in the house), but he has no need for it whatsoever DRIVER’S LICENSE. None CRIMINAL RECORD. None VICES. A hot-temper, a tendency to be envious of happy couples, and an unfortunate habit of self-isolating himself from the rest of the Mansion and its residents

S E X A N D R O M A N C E .

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Heterosexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. Heteroromantic PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch (???) PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch. LIBIDO. Average TURN ON’S. Blondes + blue eyes, praising/being praised, worshiping, giving oral TURN OFF’S. Anything that involving hurting or degrading either himself or his bed partner, third parties being involved LOVE LANGUAGE. Making homemade gifts (usually articles of clothing) or cooking for loved ones, lending an ear, being physically affectionate (albeit in private) RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. Extremely loyal, and in it for the long run: He and Emily have been married for 205 years, and he has no intentions of cutting that long-running romance off anytime soon!

M I S C E L L A N E O U S .

CHARACTER THEME SONG. Magic by Mystery Skulls (feat. Brandy) HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Making hats, reading old horror stories and watching old horror movies, singing and dancing MENTAL ILLNESSES. Depression, PTSD, night terrors (predominantly about his death) PHYSICAL ILLNESSES. Occasional pain in his neck, usually happening around the day of his death; the usual aches and pains of being an ‘old soul’ LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. Right-brained PHOBIAS. Abandonment, being alone, sharp blades SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. Low VULNERABILITIES. Can be easily angered or upset by being brow-beaten for his Irish heritage (as he often was in life), hearing an implication that Emily never loved him and has moved on during her absence from the Mansion, or be shaken by the reminder of the deaths of himself, Emily, and his mother, all of which are hugely traumatic events to him

Tagging: @beatingheart-bride, @devilshenanigans-fm, @asktheghosthost, @askthehatboxghost, @erika-de-claire, and all who’d like to do it!

#((i think i may have already done this once before but oh well!))#About The Groom

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arigatouiris · 5 years

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daughter of artemis // p.p — [04]

c h a p t e r f o u r

Pairing: Peter Parker x Demigod! Reader [Female pronouns]

Warnings: swearing; angst [a lot of it]; greek mythology rewritten [completely my interpretation of it, oops]; slightly based off the games god of war and assassin’s creed odyssey; hurt/comfort; cliche; fluff [on later chapters sometimes]; mentions of sex and gore; slight alternate universe

Follows events after Endgame, but Tony, Natasha, Steve, Loki are alive in this universe.

Author’s Note: I am so happy that the notes are back~ I was so happy I updated faster than I would have. Anyway, let me know what ya’ll think! It’s slow now, but I assure you, it’ll pick up pace soon!

Also all of what’s mentioned here (prophecy and deification) are all fictional. I made it up. So, disclaimer alert~

Word count: 3854

04 // θεός god

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She wouldn’t deny it, but Marina’s cooking was great. Marina was another woman in the shelter, who had discovered her cooking talents after the decimation. (y/n) wasn't particularly fond of Marina, but had to hand it to her that her cooking was good. (y/n) was having the only meal she’d have at the shelter, dinner, and it was a thick and warm bowl of vegetable stew and bread. People were starting to settle into what had happened, and although people in the shelter did not have strong families, their loss was still palpable.

Swallowing another spoonful of the stew, (y/n) sat by herself, thinking of her mother and the prophecy. On most days, this was perhaps all that she could think about; she wondered if the loss she felt for her mother was a regular feeling any child would feel once they lose a parent. She wondered, as she did so many times before, if this feeling was intense only because she was not completely human.

After finishing the bowl of stew, (y/n) was nowhere close to tired. She had trained hours ago, but her body was still up and running; no lethargy in sight.

“Might as well have a look around.” She mumbled to herself, before letting her feet drag her around the shelter.

The place was well-built, and looked rather posh for a homeless shelter. The large banquet hall connected to the kitchen, a hallway with several pictures hung on the walls, which connected to the stairway that led to the offices. May Parker had an office there, and so did some other people who were running it before with her, and the new people who were running it now. Heading into the hallway, (y/n) decided to take a look at the pictures.

They were mostly of May and Happy was there too, in some of them. She saw the famous Captain America in one of them, shaking hands with a small girl. Some politicians were in some pictures, but what caused (y/n) to stop dead on her tracks was when her vision replayed in her head.

There was a man, a boy and May Parker. The man with spiky hair, who she had seen first; the boy whose eyes scream to her each night, someone she had learned to grapple onto for strength. Without losing another breath, (y/n) looked for more pictures with the boy, or at least the man, but that was the last of it. The brown eyed boy appeared in another picture, standing beside May—she must be related to him.

Fate had brought her so close to someone linked to her vision; everything was falling into place, everything made sense. She just needed to give it time.

Whoever this boy was, and whoever that man was, she would meet them. And they each had a role to play, just as Natasha was playing hers.

However, there was one more picture that she failed to spot. In the corner, kids grouped together, and Spiderman hung over them—the kids looked happy, cheerful to be around their friendly neighbourhood superhero, but if only (y/n) had seen the picture, she’d know that maybe, even Spiderman had a role to play.

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When Natasha took her to the park the next day, (y/n) knew she would ask for answers. However, even before Natasha asked, she had planned on telling her before it was brought up. Leaving Natasha to ask questions would mean there would be more information that could accidentally be revealed. By telling Natasha herself, she’d save herself the trouble of having to explain what Natasha wants to know. This way, she’d be telling her exactly what she wants her to know.

However, that didn’t happen.

“Let me guess, you’re a mutant.” Natasha’s words were confident.

(y/n) looked at her with wide eyes. This was interpreted differently. While (y/n) was simply just confused as to what a ‘mutant’ was, Natasha assumed (y/n)’s wide eyed expression to be that of shock. Hence, when Natasha said,

“I’ve seen your kind.”

(y/n) simply added, “I see…”

“You’re not alone…” Natasha’s voice was uncharacteristically soft. She was thinking of Wanda Maximoff, and how alone the girl must have felt after losing her brother, but Nat was not aware that things were entirely different with this child.

“I understand why you don’t want to talk about it, too. Your grandfather is using some… means to take care of this. You know something. You know something he doesn’t want you to know, and he’s—”

“You know too much.” (y/n)’s voice was sharp.

Natasha sighed. Here, Nat thought she had hit the nail where it hurts, but (y/n) was secretly thrilled that Natasha would not inquire further. Perhaps, guessing that one is a mutant is far more believable than guessing one is a demigod.

A second later, the air around them changed; it was quite similar to what had happened days ago, Natasha’s wound had healed but the scar remained. One thing she was not certain about was the truth that (y/n) knew, which her grandfather wanted gone. Sending manmade monstrosities after a child marked that her grandfather was one of a kind, in a bad way, but that wouldn’t stop Nat from trying to help her.

“Something’s here.”

(y/n) knew it was another henchman. She knew what it was, and she felt her dagger in its pouch; her eyes fell on Natasha’s arm and then back into a stance that went under observation. An aura of murder followed wherever a henchman walked, this was something her mother had told her back when they were created. She never liked them, and somehow, a part of her was happy she could get to kill them.

Natasha quickly pushed (y/n) to the right and pressed her head to the ground. They were behind a tree, crouching by the shrubs. The red haired woman was thoroughly glad that they were in a park, with absolutely no one around—the key feature of the park was that it was almost always empty, and ever since the snap, this park was long forgotten.

“He has a gun.” Natasha said, trying to find the henchman.

“We have to find him.” (y/n) whispered back, with Nat nodded.

Natasha knew she had to follow her own tactics here; there was no way a child could spot a sniper. However, what she didn’t know about (y/n), the daughter of Artemis, was that animals were always under her beck and call.

Turning to the top of the tree, (y/n) whistled softly, confusing Natasha who sidestepped behind another tree, aiming to spot the sniper. She couldn’t pay attention to what the girl was doing right then, she was under survival mode; and this meant that she would make sure (y/n) was safe and unharmed.

A small bird sat on the girl’s shoulder, and (y/n) quickly whispered to it. A moment later, the bird flew above the trees, singing loudly. A few more birds followed, and (y/n) grinned. She knew where the henchman was. Running in the opposite direction, she looked behind to see Natasha heading to the back of the park. Confident that the red haired woman would be fine, (y/n) run forward, to the other end of the exit, which lead to a small wilderness. (y/n) continued to whistle softly, gathering birds above her, letting her know exactly what was going on, until she could reach the henchman.

A shot was fired, landing right next to Natasha’s leg. Grunting, she looked back to see (y/n) nowhere in sight, and frowned. What is she up to? Natasha knew the sniper was in the wilderness behind the forest, and judging from where the gunshot came from, this had to be the only explanation. Heading there on her own, she hoped (y/n) knew what she was doing, and whatever it was wasn’t fuelled by impulse.

Going round full circle, (y/n) spotted the sniper, who had lost sight of her, but was carefully trying to aim at Natasha, who was still lurking near the wilderness. Breathing in steadily, (y/n) gripped her dagger strongly, before moving forward slowly. She had a clear shot, and if she had her bow with her, she’d have killed him.

Just when she was ten feet away from the henchman, a twig snapped beneath her feet, causing her eyes to widen, thus giving away her position. The henchman was large, and as he turned around, catching sight of her, (y/n) gasped before collapsing back, falling on her behind; fear consumed her, her lip was now quivering—she had never seen this henchman before. He had the symbol of a sloth on his attire, large physique, black hair and black eyes, dark skin that shone under the light. Uncle, she prayed, shutting her eyes as the henchman neared her. With one last shot of determination, (y/n) grabbed her dagger and threw it at the Sloth, who deflected it with ease.

She let out a squeak in absolute fear, recoiling from where she was. She knew she could not run, the henchman took out a smaller gun and pointed it at her. (y/n) closed her eyes, thinking that she would see her mother’s face, but instead, she thought of Spiderman.

Strange, she thought, as time stilled.

A loud scream could be heard from behind the henchman, as Natasha dug (y/n)’s dagger into the nape of his skull. The large man began to melt a moment later, turning into what smelled and looked like a muddy concoction made with blood. Natasha panted, the dagger soiled and dirty, and threw it back at the girl, who was on the ground.

“What the hell are these things?” Natasha asked, making a disgusted face, helping (y/n) up on her feet.

She shook her head, “I really don’t know what they are. My grandfather called them the ‘henchmen’.”

Natasha scoffed, “Sounds like he’s a gang leader or something.”

Maybe that’s what he is, (y/n) thought bitterly. She looked up at Natasha, and pressed her lips together. The woman had saved her life, a debt that (y/n) could never return.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, kid. I really wish I understood more.”

There was nothing (y/n) could say to that. Turning to the dagger, Natasha put two and two together.

“That dagger,” She began, “That’s the key. Or whatever it is that your uncle’s arrow was made from. The same symbol here,” Natasha pointed to the holder of the dagger, “Was on that creature’s gun. It’s weird. But I do know this.”

(y/n) met the woman in the eye, “You’re not entirely human, are you?”

The world stilled. And when Natasha noticed the girl stiffen, she smiled.

“You don’t have to tell me anything more. Considering all that I’ve seen in my life, this isn’t too weird.”

“You’re going to leave, aren’t you?”

Natasha smiled softly and placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “I’ve taught you everything that I can, (y/n). Even an idiot can make out that this is your fight. I’m not abandoning you, if you need any sort of help, just come on up to the Stark tower. I’m here. But, I cannot do this for you.”

(y/n) understood. Nodding once, the girl quickly embraced Nat, who hugged her back in return. There was a sort of understanding between them at that second, which prevented her from thanking Natasha. Pulling back, the woman smiled, grazing her hand across the child’s cheek.

“Something strongly tells me we’ll meet again.”

(y/n) smiled before saying, “Hopefully after I find Pepper.”

Natasha paused, confused. “Pepper?”

(y/n) sighed. “Remember I told you I had one clue about who my father was when I came here? Pepper is that clue. I mean, I don’t know who or what Pepper is, or if he is my father, but I sometimes overheard my mother ask about Pepper. How Pepper is doing or if Pepper is happy, things like that. So I guessed that this Pepper is linked to my father.” (y/n) said, rambling.

Natasha was on guard. There were quite a few mysteries that she had solved in the past, mysteries that made and broke peace; mysteries that perhaps, were far too easy to solve. However, none of those things had actually ever shocked her to the core—her heart did not shake with anticipation, as it did now.

While (y/n) had no idea who or what Pepper was, Natasha knew very well.

“I wish you luck, (y/n).” She said, and walked off, back to her car. The park was relatively very close to the shelter, so it was not an issue for her to head back on her own; and considering how Natasha knew her uncle was almost always in the area, she knew in her heart that the girl was safe.

Pepper? So, the girl’s from Greece and she’s roughly thirteen years old. Her uncle is her mother’s twin brother. If I think right, then… Natasha couldn’t even complete her thoughts.

Why would her mother ask for Pepper?

On reaching the cabin, which took close to two hours, Natasha didn’t realize that she was standing with a distraught expression on her face when Pepper opened the door. Nat greeted the blonde woman with a smile, and was taken aback when she saw it.

“Yes, I’m pregnant.” Pepper confirmed, leading the Avenger inside.

“Where’s Tony?”

“Asleep. He’s been staying up late, heavy case of insomnia. I made some hot cocoa and he passed out.” Pepper said, smiling.

Natasha let out a breath. “Is something wrong?” Her voice turned low.

Nat shook her head, “No, it’s just… I’m letting things sink in, you know? Steve’s been… He’s trying to cope.” Pepper nodded.

“How are you, Natasha?”

Nat always adored Pepper’s caring quality. “I’m good, Pep. Say, this is a random question, have you ever been to Greece?”

Pepper chuckled as she said, “That is one hell of a random question.”

Nat rolled her eyes, “Answer it.”

“Well, long ago, I think? God, I mean… I think it was over ten years ago? There was a gala hosted by one of the national art committee members, I can’t remember… But, he sure was handsome—”

“He?”

“Oh yes, brown hair, beautiful features, and a sharp jawline too! He looked like a freaking Greek God to be honest,” Pepper chuckled. “Anyway, it was when Tony and I didn’t get along. He’d have his frivolous paramours following him everywhere. But I do remember him trying very hard to get with that handsome man’s sister. Didn’t work out though.”

“Sister?” Natasha couldn’t believe how simple this was.

“He had a sister. Twin. Her name was something… It was funny, I think Tony remembers. What’s this about, though?”

Natasha was quiet.

❅

After dinner, (y/n) went up to the terrace. Not to train, but to revel in the moonlight. A small smile crept up her lips when she realized it was a full moon day; which meant that she could see the moon in all its glory. When she headed up there, she saw that her uncle was already there, looking at the moon.

“When a God dies, they don’t disappear,” Apollo said, turning to his niece. He was wearing a checkered shirt now, with brown cargo shorts. To anyone, Apollo would appear like a handsome young man, here on a vacation. “They come into life in almost everything that represented them.”

“So, mom is the moon?”

Apollo smiled a bit, “She can be. She can be in the hearts of the animals you talk to. In women who are kind to you.”

“What happened? Why are you being nice to me?” (y/n) asked, confused.

Apollo scoffed, before turning away. “I’m a God. I’m nice to everyone.”

“Go tell that to Hera.” (y/n) grumbled under her breath.

“The henchmen are born out of Zeus’ blood. He made them using stone, and his blood is what makes them breathe and move around. Ever since there came a revelation that he will be overthrown, which was years before you were born, by the way, he’s been paranoid. And since Hera wants to remain Queen of Olympus, she whispered into his ear and made sure he created them. Three of them, each bearing a symbol. Boar, Hyena and Wolf.”

“But, the thing that attacked me today had the symbol of a Sloth.”

“Yes, well, Zeus only made three and they only follow his command. Hera made two. Pigeon and Sloth. You killed them both.”

“You mean you killed one and Natasha the other.”

Apollo grunted at the mention of the mortal’s name. “Yes. So until Zeus returns, in five years, you have to train. Now that you’ve decided on going down this path.”

“I didn’t decide anything, uncle! I just want to know who killed—”

“Don’t you understand that all prophecies begin this way?” Apollo snarled.

(y/n) blinked in surprise, “What do you mean?”

“There’s always a story that you begin searching. A story that leads you to your destiny. This is the same thing, it’s practically the oldest tale ever told. Be a wit, why don’t you?”

(y/n) rolled her eyes, “You’re saying that if I fulfil the prophecy, I’ll know who killed my mother?”

“Not only that. See,” Apollo turned to the girl and continued, “Have you ever heard of Dionysus?”

“I’m not an idiot, he’s right there in the council. Of course, I know.” (y/n) snapped.

Apollo frowned. “He was a demigod, born to Zeus and a mortal woman, Semele.”

(y/n)’s eyes widened. “What?”

Apollo nodded, “Not only her, but you’ve met Harmonia, haven’t you?”

(y/n) nodded. Harmonia is the goddess of harmony and concord. She was good friends with Apollo, but this was all long ago, after which Harmonia decided to leave Olympus.

“She’s Zeus’s daughter as well. With a mortal named Elektra.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“They became Gods because they fulfilled their destiny.”

(y/n) couldn’t understand. So, if she fulfilled her destiny, would that mean she would become a God? Was she even ready to become a God?

“That’s why Zeus is worried. It’s not because you shouldn’t become a God, it’s because of the prophecy itself. It stated that you would overthrow him as King. This would either make you the new ruler of Olympus or someone who kills Zeus.”

“And he wants to protect his seat as King.”

Apollo nods. “Think of how the prophecy ends.”

(y/n) couldn’t forget those golden words. It was as if the words were etched in her skin. She could recollect them in the middle of the night, even if someone woke her up moments before. She could narrate them at any time of any day.

“It says that Olympus will no longer be a land for the Gods.”

Apollo waited.

“I won’t be Queen? I just…”

“Your prophecy ends the reign of Gods in Olympus, (y/n). That’s what Zeus is scared of.”

❅

The world knew of Artemis’ beauty. Hair as wild as her heart, a spirit as free as the earth itself. Everyone in Olympus knew of how much Artemis could love, and how much she could resist. She loved her brother, Apollo, and rode with him on their chariot, sparring and learning, singing songs together. She loved her daughter, taught her how to hunt, how to use the bow and arrow, how to listen.

“Who’s my father, mom?”

“He’s a very smart mortal man, darling. I hope you meet him one day.” Artemis said, plucking an apple off a tree.

“Why are we not with him?”

“Because he’s mortal, love. And we’re not. He has to live his own life, dear.”

“He doesn’t know, does he?” (y/n) asked.

She was seven years old at the time. Artemis paused and turned to face her little daughter. Pressing her lips together, she crouched down to (y/n)’s level and kissed her nose.

“Your father doesn’t know about us and that is why he is safe.”

(y/n) never knew or understood Artemis’ logic behind those words. Whoever her father was, didn’t know about them because Artemis was protecting him. And this only meant that she loved him. That night, (y/n) struggled to remain asleep. Visions of the past, and things that have not happened, people she had not met, scared and tormented her as she slept.

She saw the red and blue flashing through New York, swinging the way he had swung with her all those months ago. He would jump often, mid-air, trying to seem cool. Looking down, she saw her own feet, but shoes she had never worn before. She looked at her hands, they were her own but were longer. There was a bracelet on her left hand, and she seemed to be wearing a black jacket.

Spiderman lands in front of her, takes her hands in his. He’s only inches away from her, she could almost hear his heart beat. He presses his forehead to hers, mask still on, and stayed that way for an entire minute.

“You can have a life here, with me.” His voice is gentle, almost begging.

Pulling away, his hand reaches the edges of his mask as he takes it off.

Gasping, (y/n) wakes up, breaking a sweat.

❅

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lillibabble · 4 years

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ABCs of your OCs a list of oc questions in alphabetical categories - i made each category based on the first word I could think of in alphabetical order, so enjoy!

A: Aptitude 1. what are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young?

Cath likes to sing, though maybe not infront of anyone.

2. what activities have they participated in?

Klaus keeps a close eye on her, but she does enjoy archery

3. what abilities do they have that they’ve worked for?

Archery. She’s a horrible shot.

4. what things are they bad at?

She doesn’t have the patience for art

5. what is their most impressive talent?

She can actually carry a tune quite nicely

B: Basics 1. what is their hair color?

Very dark brown, almost black

2. what is their eye color?

Brown

3. how tall are they?

Five foot even

4. how old are they?

Almost 23

5. how much do they weigh?

C: Comfort 1. how do they sit in a chair?

It depends. If Klaus is in the room she sits with good posture, if not she has her legs folded up under her

2. in what position do they sleep?

With lots of pillows and wrapped around most of them.

3. what is their ideal comfort day?

Wake up, shower, put pjs on, eat some breakfast, read most of the day, lunch, take a warm bath, read some more, nap, dinner, sleep

4. what is their major comfort food? why?

She loves warm chocolate chip cookies straight from the oven. They make her feel warm all over.

5. who is the best at comforting them when down?

Probably Klaus or Bo

D: Decoration 1. how would they decorate a house if they had one under their name?

I’m not sure if there is a stylistic name for it but its a mix of semi girly and minimalistic.

2. how would they decorate their child’s room?

Probably similarly

3. how do they decorate their own room?

Still kinda girly, maybe a tad bit of what she would call messy

4. what type of clothes and accessories do they wear?

Lots of sweaters. Put together comfyish but she knows how to dress fancy if she needs to.

5. do they like makeup/nail/beauty trends?

Sometimes? She picks at her nails so they don’t get too long but she wears a little bit of makeup. She likes to watch videos on makeup but isn’t necissarily into it

E: External Personality 1. does the way they do things portray their internal personality?

She’s extremely meticulous in how she does things. Everything has an order to be done.

2. do they do things that conform to the norm?

Internally? yes. Externally? not really?

3. do they follow trends or do their own thing?

She likes to fit it

4. are they up-to-date on the internet fads?

Some of them

5. do they portray their personality intentionally or let people figure it out on their own?

She doesn’t pretend to be mysterious, but she’s not screaming her business at others either

F: Fun 1. what do they do for fun?

She hangs out with Quinn, explored with Bo

2. what is their ideal party?

No party

3. who would they have the most fun with?

Quinn and Kenzie

4. can they have fun while conforming to rules?

Ofcourse she can

5. do they go out a lot?

Not really, no

G: Gorgeous 1. what is their most attractive external feature?

Probably her smile

2. what is the most attractive part of their personality?

She’s super friendly and laughs a lot

3. what benefits come with being their friend?

Her dad is a vampire?

4. what parts of them do they like and dislike?

She likes her hair and her eyes, she doesn’t like her hands

5. what parts of others do they envy?

She wishes she had Quinns focus and Kenzie’s curls

H: Heat 1. do they rather a hot or cold room?

Klaus keeps the house fairly cold and she’s okay with that. She hates being too hot.

2. do they prefer summer or winter?

Winter

3. do they like the snow?

4. do they have a favorite summer activity?

Icecream!

5. do they have a favorite winter activity?

Walking in the snow when everything is silent

I: In-the-closet 1. what is their sexuality?

Straight

2. have they ever questioned their sexuality?

Not really, no

3. have they ever questioned their gender?

Nope

4. would/was their family be okay with them being LGBT?

Probably. He’s been around for hundreds of years, he’s seen it all.

5. how long would/did it take for them to come out?

She’s straight.

J: Joy 1. what makes them happy?

Dreamsicles, denim jackets that smell like whisky, wool winter coats and how they’re scratchy to touch, cooking with her dad, Jorie singing somewhere in the house, the satisfying sound a crossbow makes when you knock it, the smell of books old or new

2. who makes them happy?

Bo, Quinn, Klaus

3. are there any songs that bring them joy?

She likes anything upbeat

4. are they happy often?

Yes

5. what brings them the most joy in the world?

Cara and Bo

K: Kill 1. have they ever thought about suicide?

NO!

2. have they ever thought about homicide?

3. if they could kill anyone without punishment, would they? who?

Geezus lighten up

4. who would miss them if they died?

Klaus, Bo...a lot of people

5. who would be happy they died, anyone?

Kai maybe

L: Lemons 1. what is their favorite fruit?

Oranges

2. what is their least favorite fruit?

Red apples, she likes green and yellow

3. are there any foods they hate?

Shellfish

4. do they have any food intolerances?

Shellfish

5. what is their favorite food?

When Klaus makes cajun food its just...-chef kiss- He never eats it though......

M: Maternal 1. would they want a daughter or a son?

Either

2. how many children do they want?

Maybe just one

3. would they be a good parent?

Of ofcourse

4. what would they name a son? what would they name a daughter?

Finn or Cara

5. would they adopt?

Probably. She was adopted, so why not

N: Never Have I Ever 1. what would they never do?

Hurt someone intentionally

2. what have they never done that they want to do?

Write a book

3. is there anything they absolutely can’t believe people do?

Kill eachother

4. what is the most embarrassing thing they’ve done?

Its hard to pick just once

5. have they done anything they thought they’d never do?

Fell in love

O: Optimism 1. are they optimistic or pessimistic?

Optimistic

2. are they openly optimistic, throwing it on others?

Sometimes

3. are they good at giving advice?

Not at all, no

4. is there anyone in their life that throws optimism on them?

Jorie probably

5. were they always optimistic?

Pretty much

P: Personality 1. what is their best personality trait?

She’s happy most of the time

2. what is their worst personality trait?

She overthinks everything

3. what of their personality do others love?

She’s always willing to help

4. what of their personality do others envy?

I unno

5. do they hate anything about their personality/about other’s personalities?

She hates that Kai is such a douche. She doesn’t like that Klaus holds onto her so tightly

Q: Questions 1. do they ask for help?

When she needs it

2. do they ask questions in class?

Sometime

3. do they answer questions that make them a little uncomfortable?

Sometimes

4. do they ask weird questions?

Oh yes

5. are they curious?

Almost to a fault

R: Rules 1. do they follow rules?

Most of the time

2. would they be a strict or laid-back parent?

In the middle? She lets Cara be herself and learn on her own but also knows when to draw boundaries

3. have they ever been consequenced for breaking a rule?

Oh yes

4. have they broken any rules they now regret breaking?

Not really

5. do they find any rules they/others follow absolutely ridiculous?

Eh? She thinks that some of the incovenience her but knows they are there for a reason

S: Streets 1. are they street-smart?

Lolno

2. would they give money to someone on the streets?

Probably

3. have they ever gotten in a fight on the streets?

Nah

4. has anything happened to them on the streets?

Everything from being tracked to almost being eaten

5. are they cautious when out?

She likes to think she is

T: Truth 1. are they honest?

Most of the time

2. can they tell if someone is lying?

If she knows them well enough

3. is it obvious when they’re lying?

She will bite her lip or pick at her nails

4. have they lied about anything they regret lying about?

She probably should have been honest when she found out she was pregnant

5. have they told truths that have been spread against their will?

Not so far

U: Underdog 1. have they been bullied?

A little

2. have they bullied anyone?

3. have they been physically attacked by a bully?

4. have they ever been doubted?

Yes

5. have they surprised people with being good at something?

V: Vomit 1. do they vomit often?

She has a weak stomach

2. do they get lots of stomach aches?

Not really

3. are they good at comforting someone ill?

She has good bedside manner but as soon as someone starts extreting any sort of substance shes gonna puke

4. what do they like as far as comfort goes?

She likes to be held

5. do they burp, cough, or hiccup most when nauseous? when vomiting?

What?

W: Water

1. do they drink enough water?

Thats really all she drinks

2. have they learned to swim?

Nope

3. do they like to swim?

Nope

4. can they dive?

Nope!

5. can they swim without holding their nose?

Nope

X: Xylophone 1. what is their favorite genre of music?

Folk probably

2. do they have a favorite song?

It changes

3. do they have a favorite band/artist/singer?

It also changes

4. can they sing well?

Extremely

5. can they rap?

Lol no

Y: You 1. how old were you when you created them?

2. what inspired you to create them?

I dunno, we were making a different AU

3. were they different when they were first created?

Nah

4. do you enjoy writing them more than other characters?

Shes easy to write but I wouldn’t say I like her better than Lilli or Adam

5. what’s your favorite thing about them?

Shes so bubbly!

Z: Zebra 1. what’s their favorite animal?

Elephants

2. do they like animals?

Yes

3. cats or dogs?

Doggos

4. what’s their dream pet?

All of them

5. do they have any pets at the moment?

Does Bo count?

#cath #tidbits #survey

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theincompetentgenius · 5 years

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Hello there! Could I get a ‘life generator’ for the Arcana? I’m a 5’2 straight female. I have long black/purple hair (it’s an ombré).I have a calm demeanor and I’m easy going but I’m short tempered. I’m sassy and a bit sarcastic at times. I usually make a lot of jokes during random (like awkward or uncomfortable) situations. I am IN LOVE with all animals. Usually you could find me drawing,painting or doing any type of art project. I’m a girly girl with a crippling shopping & makeup addiction.

Please mind all the talk about garlic bread. I was really hungry and that’s all I could think of

Thank you for your interest in the world of The Arcana. You will be reborn into your new life shortly. The simulation will begin in 3…….. 2……. 1……..

B A C K G R O U N D

You were born to a tailor who ran a little boutique in the middle of Vesuvia. Most of your time was spent in this little shop, modeling frilly dresses that your father had put together. Sometimes you would wear them outside to advertisement if the business was slow, but you liked to keep them in your room for special occasions. If you weren’t in the shop, then you were out connecting with the different creatures in the woods. During this time, you befriended a little bluejay and called it Blue. Your pet bird would follow you everywhere you went; he became your best friend.

In terms of magic, you were a late bloomer. You were about fifteen years old when you were examing your face, trying to apply grounded coal above your eyelids for a smokey look. Instead, the sediments had gone into your eyes. You tried to wash it out, but your lids were smudged with black. Never in your life had you felt so frustrated, that you channeled all your energy into your eyes. You just wanted the perfect liner-- just like all the other girls in town. Suddenly, your father walked in.

“You did a nice job lining your eyes with coal. I remember it was tricky for your mother.”

You looked at the mirror. It was still smudged to you, but your father was seeing the perfect eyeliner. That’s when you discovered your affinity towards illusion magic.

F R I E N D S

Portia

Blue was pestering you again. He wanted to scout the woods for specs of garlic bread; someone had left a trail of them and Blue ate the entire thing. Afterward, he was bloated and had a stomachache. Yet it seemed that the bird wanted more. He kept tapping your ear with his peak, causing a sharp sting.

“Blue, have some patience. Let me fold this last gown and we can spend our time in the woods for as long as you want. Just please stop.” Your voice was sharp with annoyance.

After you folded the last dress, you jogged your way to the forest so Blue wouldn’t snip off your ear. When you arrived, you began searching for the crumbs while Blue soared above. In the middle of two trees, you found another trail of bread crumbs. You let out a whistle and Blue came rushing you. As soon as he saw the pieces of bread, he flew straight towards them. But a head full of red blocked his path. Instead of picking up the crumbs, he collided with the head.

“Ouch! What the hell?” The redhead glared and swatted at the bird. “Go along, shoo!”

You rush towards the commotion. “What’s going on?”

“That bird nearly attacked me!”

You shake your head and scold your pet. “Blue, you have to be more careful! That was extremely dangerous. She could have gotten hurt!”

“I did get hurt,” The stranger said.

“I’m extremely sorry about that. Blue has been quite problematic lately. He once saw this trail of garlic bread and now he has an addiction to it. You could say he’s a real pain in the peck.” You can’t help but smile at your awful pun.

The irritation from the woman’s face melts away. While she rolls her eyes, a small smile forms on her lips. “That was terrible.”

“Hey! I’d say I make im-peck-able jokes.” You wiggle your brow.

“If I give your bird a loaf of garlic bread, will you please stop?”

Other friends: Nadia, Julian

R O M A N C E

Asra

As you got older, you were able to perfect your illusionary magic. Your primary use for it was enhancing your features-- applying makeup to your face without using any product. The other time you used it was when there you found one pesky flaw in your artwork that no paint could cover. Your use was fairly small and light-hearted.

That’s why the panic in your stomach was rampant when you were running from the cabbage seller. You needed to buy ten loaves of garlic bread because Blue had become addicted to it. Not only was it expensive, but the seller would only make the bread for “special individuals.” You wanted to call Nadia to do you a favor, but Blue was growing more impatient (and you did not need another peck on your ear). With the time crunch, you decided to become Nadia. Just for a few minutes. You had planned to tell her later to relieve your conscience (which you did and she spent the whole day laughing about it).

All was going well. The man had made the ten loaves without any questions. He was extremely eager to be graced by the presence of the princess. As he packed the bread into a bag and handed it to you, there was a loud screech from the corner of the street. Your attention had turned from your disguise towards the cry. However, that caused your illusion to fall.

“Hey, you’re not the princess. You’re a random commoner!” The man screamed.

You took the bag of bread and rolled your eyes. “I may be a commoner, but at least I’m a cute one. I couldn’t tell the difference between your head and the bread.”

The man’s face turned red. “Guards! She’s stealing my bread!”

You ran to the nearest alleyway, narrowly avoiding the officials. With a sigh, you create another disguise for yourself.

“Aren’t you the girl who stole all that bread?”

You jumped at the sound of the silky voice. Behind you stood the well-known magician, Asra.

“You’re Asra! The best magician in Vesuvia!” Your calm demeanor flew out the window as you stood face-to-face with the man who inspired you to use magic.

“That I am,” He chuckled. “But I’m curious, what are you planning to do with all that bread? I’m sure it's not all for yourself.”

You look the bag in your hand. “Of course not. It’s for my bird who-” You spun around to find him. “-should be here somewhere.”

“I think I saw him flying around earlier. A bright blue bird, right?” He asked. You nod in response.

“He’ll show up soon. While you wait, I must say that the details of your illusion magic are astounding.” Asra points to the teal hair you created on the spot.

“Thanks. It took me a while to perfect, but I’ve gotten the hang of it,” You said.

“Would you mind showing me a few of your tricks?”

F I N A L F A T E

As you spent more time with Asra, you ventured into other types of magic. However, you realized that your affinity would always be towards illusions. Once you understood the severity of your powers, you felt the need to use them for the greater good. This meant going on missions that were requested by Nadia to protect Vesuvia from external threats. At first, Asra was unsure of this. He had already lost one love, he couldn’t lose the love of his life. But you were sure that this was what you wanted to do, so he tagged along with you.

Many of your missions had been successful. The threats had been apprehended and taken to the Vesuvia dungeons thanks to your hard work. You and Asra had become the unexpected crime-fighting duo. Nadia didn’t let your success go unnoticed. She held an entire celebration for her talented friends, boosting your reputation throughout the entire country. You took the opportunity to flaunt your fame in front of the baker that you stole from years ago. He offered you an unlimited supply of garlic bread, but you told him that his bread tasted the fungus. After that, he went out of business (people were afraid of eating fungus bread). Revenge was sweet.

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First Date | Dovie

L o c a t i o n : D A L L A S, TX 16.01.2019

B a c k g r o u n d I n f o : Jamie takes Dove on their first date.

F e a t u r i n g : @j14benn

T R I G G E R W A R N I N G : Mention of death

Dove: Dove sat in her hotel room with only a towel around her body as she re-evaluated what she was going to wear for the date. Nerves has slowest started getting her very excited but also quite nervous about how the date with the y’all hockey player would play out. After their New Years kiss and their texting back and forth she expected a nice evening but she couldn’t help but wonder how he’d be in person. After settling onto a nice pair of skinny jeans and a camisole type top with a light cardigan over top she sat and waited for Jamie to text her that he was there to pick her up. She had some ankle booties on her feet, ready to head downstairs to the lobby of the hotel.

Jamie: Jamie thought about suiting up for the date, but he knew that it could be too dressed up, and probably bring attention to himself. So instead he settled on a pair of dark jeans, a plain black shirt, covering up his tattooed arms with a black jacket, joking with himself in the mirror about looking a bit too goth. his hair was slicked back and out of his face. As he headed towards the door, he slid on his shoes, yet again the color of his outfit, black. putting his keys and wallet into the pockets of his pants, he grabbed his phone off the charger and quickly texted Dove that he would be on his way shortly.

Dove: Dove was so lost in thought for a moment that the incoming text almost made her jump. She picked up her phone and glanced at who texted her. When she saw Jamie's name a smile curled onto her lips. She grabbed her small cross body bag and her hotel key and decided to make her way down to the lobby to wait for Jamie there. She was excited to see what he had planned for their date. She knew they were getting sushi, or that's what it sounded like anyway and she was more than excited to get to have a face to face conversation with him.

Jamie: The drive to her hotel was a bit of a traffic-jammed one, an accident on the tollway backed traffic up a bit, causing Jamie to swear under his breath, he wanted to say this was his fault for living a bit in the suburbs, away from the city. Finally, into the heart of Dallas, he pulled up to the hotel Dove was staying at, the W, which was right across the street from his team’s home, the AAC. Pulling up under the canopy behind the large steel W, Jamie climbed out of the card, with a gasp from the Valet, obviously not expecting the Captain of the Dallas Stars to pull up today. Waving he said “I’m just here to pick someone up, I won’t be long” leaving his car parked there. Walking into the lobby, he scanned the place looking for Dove. Once the blonde caught his eye, he smiled and headed towards her, “You hungry?” He asked as he tapped her lightly on the shoulder to get her attention.

Dove: Dove was absent-mindedly standing around the lobby waiting to hear from Jamie when she felt a tap on her shoulder, quickly she turned around expecting a fan only to find Jamie. A smile spread on her features as she embraced the tall man in a hug. "Starving." she chuckled a little. Her voice was back thank goodness cause she would've hated to not been able to talk during their date. A first date for her was all about figuring out all she could about the other person, really getting to know them and be present and she couldn't wait to learn more about Jamie.

Jamie: With a smile Jamie leads her out of the lobby and outside, walking over to his car, he opened the passenger side door for Dove, and then closing it behind her after she had climbed in. Quickly darting around to the other side and climbing into the car. Pressing the button to start the car, Jamie switched the car into drive and started for their next destination, it wasn’t too far away, just a short drive of five minutes before Jamie was pulling into the parking garage behind the restaurant. This was the first first date that the 29-year-old had had in years, so small talk was pretty short with him, he didn’t know what to fully say. Once parked, he once again pulled out his chivalry, as after he got out of the car, he quickly ran to open the door to help the blonde out.

Dove: Dove sat in the car quietly, stealing short glances at her handsome date. Her last first date was a little over 2 years ago so she was a little nervous. It didn’t take long for them to pull into a parking lot. Jamie was coming to open her door as soon as he was out of the car. “Thank you.” She told him with a smile before heading inside with him. “You're looking so handsome by the way"

Jamie: “Oh you think so?” he said in his shy lumbering voice, “You look way better than I do, you look beautiful” a small smile peeking from his lips as they approached the host, “Yes, reservation for 2, name ‘Benn’.” without hesitation, the waitress grabbed two lunch menus and proceeded to lead the two to a table made for two, the light from day coming in through the window, illuminating the table for them, beside the lamp overhead. With a mention of the waitress would be with them shortly, Jamie nodded his head, and said: “Thank you so much”. Glancing down at the menu, Jamie pondered what he’d orders first, “So, should we share an appetizer?”

Dove: It was a quite fancy restaurant that the male had chosen. Not fancy enough to make her feel uncomfortable though. Once at their seats the blonde focused fully on the card for a second. “Yeah that would be a good option, what should we get though?”she debated as she looked at the options. “Oh the crab cakes sound nice. Or what do you think?” She questioned the male.

Jamie: Glancing down at the list of appetizers, Jamie made a disgusted face, “what kind of restaurant serves deviled eggs?” He was never a big fan of the food, but seeing it on the menu threw him off, but continued to look, “I’d happily share some crab cakes with you, and kind of excited for the sushi rolls, I’ve heard they’re super good.” When the waitress came back to the table, she quickly took their drink orders as well as the appetizers, bring Jamie to look back at the sushi rolls.

Dove: Dove chuckled at the deviled egg comment. "Someone doesn't like deviled eggs, huh?" She giggled softly before she gave the waitress her order. Her eyes went back to the sushi rolls to find what she wanted to order. There were way too many good options to choose from but the blonde ended up settling on the Tuna Roll before closing her menu and focusing on the male across from her. The person she flew halfway across the country for and couldn't wait to get to know better. "Struggling on making a choice?" she questioned with a playful smile on her lips.

Jamie: “They smell bad, the texture is horrible” was his rebuttal to Deviled eggs, finishing it off with an ‘ew’ sound following it. Scanning over the food available on the list, he shrugged at her question, “A bit, there are too many delicious things on here that sound too good to be true. I think I’ll do a Prime Roll with a Ahi Tuna salad, it may be too much, but I could always take home what I don’t eat and save it for later.” He closed the menu and set it down on the table in front of him to match her, hopefully signaling to the waitress that they were ready.

Dove: It didn't take long for the waitress to come and take their food order, taking their menus away. "So is this a place you come to a lot?" she questioned as she glanced around. It was a gorgeous restaurant and if the sushi was as good as the whole place looked then it may be the best sushi place in Dallas. "Or do you cook at home more than you go out? Being healthy and athletic and all.." she chuckled a little. She couldn't even imagine being an athlete, dedicating their life to being completely in shape and healthy. She did her best as far as water input and working out goes but sometimes she definitely was lacking the motivation on some days.

Jamie: When she asked if he frequented the place, he was quick to shake his head, “No, I’ve never actually been here before, A teammate recommended it to me, and he usually has really good recommendations, so I can only hope his review on this place is true.” he could feel his anxiety kicking in, his laugh was getting a bit more nervous than usual, “It’s about finding the healthy protiens to follow workout and finding things to help with your muscles after work out, you feed your body and you feed your muscles. Now, I’m not /much/ of a cook, I mean I can cook something, but I will never consider myself a chef... I make a mean steak though.” He smiled at the blonde, “Why, do you need a healthy buddy?”

Dove: Doves eyesbrow cocked up at him saying he’s never been. She was now also hoping that his friend was giving them a good recommendation because she would hate to get sick from bad sushi. “I mean I wouldn’t mind. I am not a working out person. I did during the summer while filming to be in shape for the dancing but gosh I struggle so hard with being consistent about it.” The blonde sighed but then shrugged. “I mean I’m good and I eat fairly healthy. I tend to meditate and journal. More for my mental health, that’s really important to me.” She pointed out with a small smile.

Jamie: He sort of shrugged it off, “As much as I was good at sports, I didn’t work out as often as I should’ve... and where I acquired the nickname chubbs, lately I’ve been getting better,” He quickly realized he sounded like he was preaching about working out, “I’m not saying you should, cause you look amazing with your eating healthy and what not”, he mentally slapped himself, hoping he didn’t offend her, he was known to not really think before he talked sometimes, his teammate Tyler was worse. “I personally haven’t taken enough time mentally for myself, and with everything going on lately, media and such, I almost wish I could have a mental health vacation,” knowing full and well he had a week off soon for the all-star break, maybe time with her would help him.

Dove: "Chubbs? Aww but you're not chubby." she pointed out like it was the most obvious thing in the world, although she did think the nickname was kind of endearing. She chuckled softly when he made sure to compliment her between all the workout talk. "Thank you, running around for work is probably what got me so busy, it's a workout in itself really. Running from meeting to meeting" she shrugged, she loved being busy and she loved her job but sometimes a day off like today was really nice. "Mental health is so important. You should try something like journaling daily. Or whatever you're comfortable with. I mean.. all up to you but if you wanna work on that, you're the only one stopping yourself.." she knew that that first step was weird and awkward and can be really hard but it was worth it in the end and she now really loved her journalling and making sure she was mentally okay. "You have a week off soon, right? When you agreed to come explore Disneyland? That can be a good time to start with all the extra free time?"

Jamie: “I’m not chubby /anymore/,” he said with a smile, and continued to listen to her talk about mental health, “so I need to find something to help kind of heal my mind, that time to myself, kind of thing, right? I’m not much of a writer, so I’m not sure how much of the daily journalling would really help.” Then she mentioned his week off, and it made him happy that she remembered him talking about it, “Yeah, yeah, Disneyland sounds like it’d be a great idea, a great getaway.”

Dove: Dove nodded at his question. “Yes just something for yourself. I mean you don't need to be a writer or anything. And there's different ways to journal. And it's only for you and no one ever needs to see it. So it can be as messy or as pretty as you feel like. It’s just your safe space to put all your thoughts to get them out.” The blonde pointed out. She smiled when he confirmed their Disneyland idea. She was really excited for it. “Perfect. I am so excited for that. Are you excited for the week off? Or do you love hockey so much that you don’t want a break?"

Jamie: “I’m excited for any week off, really” a smile plastered across his face, especially as the food was starting to be delivered to their table, as the plates were being at on the table in front of them, Jamie watched the blond, “So far this all looks amazing,” he said once the servers left the table, “Hopefully it tastes as good as it looks. Sticking a fork into the ahi tuna on top of his salad, it was so tender it was so easy for him to cut into it with his fork, taking a big bite, his face said it all “Ben was right, this place is so good.”

Dove: "So you love hockey but you're also grateful for a break. I am really excited to see you play, gotta be honest." she pointed out before glancing at the food being delivered. It looked amazing and she was so excited to dig in. She took her chopsticks and after adding some soy sauce and wasabi to her plate she took a piece of sushi between her chopsticks and put it into her mouth. "Hmmm" she hummed. It was absolutely amazing. Once her mouth was empty again she looked at him with a smile. "This is amazing. Thank you for bringing me here."

Jamie: Thanking him for bringing her here, “You’re welcome, Maybe you’ll meet Ben, he’s our goalie, he’s the one that recommended this place” th eating between the two was silent, it was obvious they were enjoying the food, every bite if it. Once Jamie was finished with his salad, he went to work on his sushi roll, making an audible ‘yum’ to the first bite. DInner was complete, and the older male leant back in his chair, “What do you think about coming to practice on Thursday, or maybe the practice before the game on Saturday?”

Dove: Dove had her mouth full when he asked her if she wanted to come to practice, she nodded enthusiastically while she finished chewing. "I would love that. Either one. Or both. Whatever works better." she added with a bright smile. "Since I was poking holes in you with all my questions the other day. Anything you want to know?" she questioned before putting the last piece of her sushi roll in her mouth, waiting to see if he wanted to know anything about her. She couldn't wait to learn more about the man in front of her and she could probably ask a thousand more questions to see what was going on in that head of his.

Jamie: He did want to ask her questions, like where did she grow up, what was her favorite food, how many cartoons did she watch growning up, but at the same time, there was something about her that he wanted to learn. You can ask people so many questions, but its when you start to get to know someone, everything comes to the surface anyway, “You know, nothing has really struck out to me that I really want to question you with, I kind of want to get to know you naturally, just small talk, none of those fancy questions... except one, you mentioned the other day that you and your sister have the same initials, for some reason, all I could think of that you and your sister were named after birds, and I couldn’t think of another D name...”

Dove: Dove smiled hearing him say that, hearing that he wanted to get to know her better naturally. She nodded at the question he did have for her. "Well.. Dove isn't my birth name. My parents named me Chloe when I was born, my sister's name is Claire. Two C's, you see?" she explained, a small smile on her lips. "Dove was the nickname my dad always called me when I was little. And when he passed away I decided to change my name to Dove in honor of him. So legally I'm Dove now." she explained. There was more to the story, more to her dad's story but that may be better kept for another time.

Jamie: “So, Dove isn’t a stage name?” was the first thing his mind registered right off the bat, but as he listened his natural instinct was kicking in, “I’m sorry to hear that about your father though, were you two close?” He didn’t know what to ask her at that point, he didn’t want to say too much. Having never lost a parent, he didn’t know how she was feeling. The waitress casually came over, apologized for interrupting and handed Jamie the check. Without even looking at the price, Jamie pulled out his wallet and slid it into the leather pamphlet and handed it back.

Dove: Dove shook her head. “I mean it sorta was at first but then I legally changed it to that. A lot of people I’m really close with call me Chloe though. So I listen to both” she explained. “We were yes. And I know he always is there with me wherever I go. I think what hurt the most was not being able to say goodbye to him.” She sighed. She knew her dad had his reasons but it still hurt to this day that he was gone. She watched the waitress place the check down and she couldn’t even react as quickly as Jamie had put his card in there.

Jamie: “Well, what would you prefer me to call you?” He leant forward resting his crossed arms on the table, “Or is the first date too early to ask that?” He didn’t know where to let the conversation go from here, but he loved the natural flow of their conversations so far, this time just being face to face. after he let her speak, and the waitress returned his car, he quickly scribbled his name and left a tip, before standing up, holding a handout for the blond, “So where else would you like to go in this city? There’s a good amount to see...”

Dove: The blonde debated for a moment what to tell him, she never really tells people what to call her rather just lets them choose what they feel is right. "Really whatever you prefer to call me. I answer to either." she told him with a smile. Taking his hand she stood up and followed him out of the restaurant. "Do you have any favorite spots? Or places with an amazing view where we can just sit and relax and talk?" she encouraged. She loved having people show her their favorite parts of the city they lived in, it can tell a lot about the person. And she also loved having an amazing view and really getting to spend time with the person she was on a date with.

Jamie: “It may be a little cold, but I’m a sucker for Top Golf not sure about you,” When she mentioned views, he knew one place they could go, she may enjoy it, but he may show his true fear on this first date, “Reunion Tower has some great views, you want to see Dallas from a better view? A bit higher up?” Jokingly he mentioned; “Or you could sit on my shoulders, that’d probably be a great view as well for you.”

Dove: "What's Top Golf?" the actress questioned a little puzzled as they walked towards his car. A laugh fell from her lips as he joked about getting a great view from sitting on his shoulders. "You're tall but maybe not tall enough for the best view over the city." she commented with a chuckle. "Oh is Reunion tower that big tower with the round ball at the top? Oh I bet the view is amazing from up there" she was quite excited but she almost wanted to wait a bit longer to see the sunset from up there, that would be even more amazing.

Jamie: He tried to think of the easiest way to explain Top Golf, “It’s basically a place to eat appetizers and practice your golf swing, Being a hockey player, I like playing golf, just to keep my swing up for on the ice, I am in no way the best golfer, so there’s that.” When she mentioned the Tower, he shook his head, “Yup that’s the one, they light it up different colours all the time too, It’s pretty cool up there, Which would you like to do?”

Dove: Dove nodded as she listened to the different options. "I'd love to do both but maybe let's do Reunion Tower today and save Top Golf for another date?" she suggested with a smile. This was her asking if he wanted another date with her because she sure wanted to see him more and continue to get to know him. She had had an amazing time at lunch with him and she was even more excited for the hockey game tomorrow and whatever was to follow after that.

Jamie: “Alright, Top Golf for another date, that means you want to see me again” He did a celebratory fist with a soft ‘yes’ with it as they climbed into his car and he started it, buckling up and then shifting the car into reverse, backing out of their parking spot, and then shifting it into gear, He knew the drive was going to be a bit of a long one when he noticed the traffic pulling out of the parking garage, When he was finally able to pull out into traffic, it was slow, just waiting for the nearby light to change, hopefully allowing them to get there. It wasn’t too late, but he knew this was the start of rush hour traffic.

Dove: The anxiety that had built up about her bringing up a second date quickly faded at his reaction to her question. A chuckle fell from her lips as she watched him pretty much celebrate that she wanted to see him again. "I do. Why wouldn't I want to see you again. I'm having a great time." she gently squeezed his hand while smiling at him before letting go and getting into his car. As soon as they were on the road she too could see the rush hour traffic. Her gaze shifted to him with a chuckle. "More time for us to talk I guess?" she pointed out. "So Jamie how much do you hate rush hour traffic?" she asked giggling while holding out her hand to his lips pretending to hold a mic in it.

Jamie: “Guess that means more of that ‘getting to know you’ time”, he said with a smile, when her hand came up with the invisible microphone, Jamie leant in to talk into it, getting obnoxiously close, ”Well you see Dove, I’m used to it, I hate it, but it’s a part of my daily life... it’s like a love/hate thing, and if I need to, I can always blame my lateness on traffic thanks to it.” Once he finished speaking, he brought his hand up, and put her small one in his, just as the light changed, he wanted to point out, that maybe she had the magic touch, but he kept it back, as much as he liked her, and how well this date was going, he didn’t want to ruin it. That was until they got to Reunion tower and she’d learn about his fear of heights.

Dove: She smiled when he took her hand in his but not even a second later he was focused on driving again because the light had changed to green. It took them a little while longer to get to Reunion Tower because of traffic, Dove in the meantime pointed out that LA traffic as well as New York City traffic were both horrible as well so it probably didn't even matter what city they were in. Once they were at their desired location the pair got out and made their way to the entrance to pay and then take the elevator up to the observation deck. Dove was excited to enjoy the view with him while spending the time to get to know him better.

Jamie: The crowd wasn’t too bad it was obviously a slow day for the city, so walking in, it was easy for them to get to the elevator. Jamie kept hold of Dove’s hand as the boarded the elevator. Once the elevator started, with a sigh, jamie directed himself towards the door, to try his hardest not to look out towards the city skyline, his hand gripping a bit tighter around doves. He knew he was probably getting a weird look from the blonde, he simply stated “I don’t like heights.”

Dove: The blonde was more than excited when she realised that they were on an elevator where you could look outside and watch as you went higher and higher. She smiled over at Jamie as he was holding her hand. She felt like their date was going great. As soon as the Dallas skyline appeared in front of her she could feel Jamie's hand holding on just a little bit tighter to hers. Her gaze shifted from the window towards him only to see him focus on looking anywhere but outside. And before she could even question what was going on he explained himself which earned a concerned look from her. Her free hand moved up to gently rub his shoulder. "We're almost up at the top. Are you gonna be ok up there?" she questioned just a little bit worried.

Jamie: “Yeah, I’m fine, I’ve done this before... once.” He glanced at her as much as he could without looking outside the window, I think it’s the feeling of going upwards, I can’t do. Once I’m up here, I’ll be fine.” in reality, he wasn’t sure how fine he was going to be. He did this a few years beforehand, and the summer before last he rode in a helicopter around Dallas, he could only hope his fear of heights was getting better. The doors opened and Jamie lead out with Dove and he was greeted by a wall of glass looking out towards the city, “Well, Welcome to the view” He motioned toward the window, with a small smile looking back towards here.

Dove: Dove listened to him, nodding softly hoping that he would feel better as soon as they were up at the top. When they exited the elevator she made it a point to keep his hand securely in hers, wanting to make sure he was ok. She looked out the big windows with a big smile on her face. The view was absolutely gorgeous, and she was excited to get to experience it with him. Her eyes shifted up to him. "Are you better?" she questioned. "We're not moving and we're safe up here. No need to worry, alright?" she smiled encouragingly up at him, hoping to cheer him up.

Jamie: “Yeah, I’m better”, his voice was a little bit shaky, “but honestly, it’d be better at night, cause the darkness hides the distance,” He looked over at her with another smile on his face, motioning towards a bench. The bench was near one of the large panes of glass looking out at the Dallas Skyline, “If anything, lets sit down,” Jamie was terrified being that close, but having Dove there with him, holding his hand seemed to help tone down the anxiety, especially when he’d look at her, no worry of the height just outside, I had a question, and I wanted to ask you earlier, but I just kind of feel that right now is the right time...” Biting his lip a small bit before he spoke, “Can I kiss you?”

Dove: Dove sat down with him. "I'm sure a sunset is beautiful from up here" she mused as she looked at him. She was still holding on to his hand, wanting to make sure he knew she was there for him even if he wasn't doing so well with the height. When he spoke her eyes focused on his, listening as he spoke. When he asked if he could kiss her she nodded softly. "Of course" she whispered, waiting and letting him make the first move considering last time she went for it and didn't ask him if it was okay.

Jamie: His free hand slid up behind her neck bringing her closer to him, bringing her in for a kiss, their lips met softly before Jamie let go of her hand to wrap an arm around her middle, bringing her smaller frame even closer to him. He felt like he was making up for the kiss that happened on January 1st, after how she kissed him, this was his continuation of the situation, enjoying every second of it.

Dove: Dove leaned into the kiss, one of her hands moved to his cheek while the other moved to rest on his chest. She never wanted this kiss to end it just felt way too good. And he seemed to be into as well. This kiss was a lot better than their kiss on New Year’s Eve, mainly because he got the be a more active participant. And they knew each other much better and there was an actual connection between them.

Jamie: The kiss was something Jamie was enjoying, but at the same time, they were in the middle of the public place and could be caught if they weren’t paying attention to what’s going on around them. As if coming up for Air, Jamie parted the kiss and looked over at the blonde, “That was a lot better than I was expecting,” He joked, the kiss was better than the one they shared on new years and he wanted to kiss her more.

Dove: Dove chuckled as her eyes looked into his eyes. “Did you expect the kiss to be bad?” She questioned unsure on what he had been expecting when he kissed her. “I mean it was better than I expected too but I already expected it to be great.” She gave him a smile as her thumb gently caressed his cheek.

Jamie: “I was messing with you, and it was so worth waiting two weeks for it as well” he leant in and gave her another quick peck on the lips, “now I don’t want to stop, you’re just too beautiful” his body posture was easing up, it could’ve been because his main focus was on her, but she did help him breath easier.

Dove: She smiled as she leaned in and initiated another kiss. “Hmm I agree. I really enjoy this” she whispered after her lips parted from his. “If someone sees us and recognizes us though this will spark loads of rumors.” She sighed. She didn’t want to stop either but she also knew how quickly these rumors tended to get started.

Jamie: With how popular Jamie was in Dallas, being the captain of the city’s hockey team, and with Dove being an actress, he was surprised they haven’t been noticed yet, but with how the tourism was down for the day, it most likely helped keep down the flow of people through that area, “We should probably get going... after this sunset.” They had been there a little while, so the sun was starting to show up on the horizon, letting the golden color sweep over them.

Dove: Dove nodded and smiled as she turned to look out the window to watch the sunset. Her head rested against his shoulder as she took his hand back into hers. “This is beautiful” she mused with a smile. “Thanks for taking me up here. Even though you’re afraid of heights”

Jamie: Jamie’s slips formed yet another smile caused by Dove, “Youre welcome, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” with her hand in his, he stroked the back of her hand with his thumb, the two of them sitting in that silence, just enjoying that moment together.

Dove: They stayed until the sun had completely set. Just in silence enjoying each other’s company and the surprisingly quiet reunion tower. She had expected a lot more people up there but she was really glad that that was not the case. This way they didn’t have to worry about being seen too much and actually got to enjoy their date together. Once the sun had set the blonde snapped a couple of pictures of the Dallas skyline as asking someone who was walking by to take a picture of the two of them together. The two stood with their backs towards the glass smiling at the camera. Dove had her arms wrapped around his waist, incredibly happy with how the day had gone.

Jamie: Jamie rarely felt something like this, especially this high in the air, he wasn’t sure if it was the nerves or just his stomach doing backflips, but he was pretty sure, there were some butterflies flying around inside him, and he was enjoying every moment. Once the two had their photo together, they made their way back to the elevator, happily taking it back down to the ground floor. With a small laugh, the brunette looked back at the blonde, “Back on solid ground.”

Dove: Dove chuckled a little "You feel a lot better now don't you?" she smiled at him before walking back to his car with him. "I want you to know I really enjoyed tonight. Thank you for inviting me to Dallas and for this amazing date. And I can't wait to watch you on the ice tomorrow." the blonde told him with a smile before they were going to get in the car. She wanted this to be said before they were in the car and somewhere where she could do what she was about to do next. She gently tucked on his hand to pull him a little closer before leaning up and kissing him again.

Jamie: The kiss he received once they were in the car was smooth and Jamie craved more, his hand coming up and cupping her cheek, almost as if to bring her closer to him, as close as being in the car could allow them. Once the two finished their mini make-out session, Jamie brought his attention abck to the vehicle and started the car, looking back over at the blond, “Back to your hotel? or would you want to head to my place?"

Dove: Dove bit her lip as she debated the options. Going home with him after their first date, she wanted to if she was being honest but she also knew she shouldn't. They should take it a bit slower and not do everything in one day. "I think the hotel for now. I'm so tired plus you have a game tomorrow you need your rest and not have me keep you up late. Some other day?" she suggested with a small smile, hoping she wasn't disappointing him too much.

Jamie: “That’s perfectly fine by me,” He started backing out of the parking spot and headed towards her hotel, “Besides your hotel is a shorter drive from her than my place is,” As he drove her said softly to her, “even though I was terrified, I had a really great time with you...”

Dove: Dove smiled happily as she let him drive. Keeping her hands to herself as she let him focus on the road in front of him. "I did too. I had an amazing time. And next time, don't suggest things that terrify you, alright?" she gave him a small smirk. "This is supposed to be a great time for both of us, you know? That's how dates work." she pointed out with a joking undertone.

Jamie: “Well damn, here I was hoping we’d do something you’re terrified of”, joking, he looked over at her momentarily, “I just wanted to show you Dallas, and how else could we do it besides seeing it from the sky” reaching over and setting his hand on her hand, letting his thumb stroke it once again, “Just know, I probably won’t be doing that again.”

Dove: "Not sure I'm willing to reveal what I'm terrified of" she replied, laughing softly as she glanced over at him. "Well thank you for showing me your city. And yes I realise heights will be avoided from here on out. Which still leaves plenty of other things to do" she pointed out with a big smile. His hand touching hers sent chills down her body, it made her feel so good and so happy.

#[ para.]#[ &. benn.]#[ p: first date ]

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GIANT CHARACTER SURVEY

[ tagged by ]: @eloquated [ tagging ]: if you’d like to do it, feel free!

G E N E R A L

[ name ]: Catarina Loss [ nicknames ]: Cat, if you must. [ birthday ]: I know that it was in early to mid August, but keeping track of the date was difficult in those days, and my mother was uneducated. But really, what does it matter? I’m immortal. Birthdays are hardly an occasion. [ birthplace ]: Lisbon, Portugal [ age ]: Don’t you know that it’s rude to ask a lady her age? [ eye color ]: Naturally, they’re blue. Under the glamour I usually wear, they’re dark brown. [ height ]: 5″4 [ weight ]: Really? First my age, and now my weight? I’m fit, according to the BMI index, and since I’m a nurse, I would know. [ nationality ]: That answer to that question is a bit more complicated than it seems. My mother was originally from Africa, but taken to Portugal to be a slave. I was born there. My father, however -- well. He has no nationality, nor do I care. [ astrological sign ]: Leo [ location ]: My apartment in Brooklyn, New York. [ siblings ]: My mother had no other children. I suppose I could have some half siblings, somewhere, but I have never cared to find out. [ pets ]: I’m a nurse. Having pet hair all over my clothing would be unhygienic. Besides, I’m never home enough to take care of one. Perhaps when Madzie is older, though! [ in the morning i’m ]: either coming home from a shift at the hospital, or on my way to one. [ all i need is ]: coffee and a great deal of patience. [ love is ]: the reason we are all here. The love of our parents, the love of each other -- ultimately, it is why I live the way I do, why my life is dedicated to healing and the daughter I’ve adopted. [ i’m afraid of ]: loss. Being unable to protect Madzie. Failing at the job I’ve chosen. I’m afraid of many things, but the centuries have taught me to live despite these fears. [ i dream about ]: Usually? Camping trips far away from civilization.

H A V E . Y O U . E V E R ?

[pictured your crush naked?] Oh, for heaven’s sake. Yes. I suppose I have. [ used someone? ]: I have lived for a long time, and I have made mistakes. Yes. I have. [ been used? ]: Yes. [ been cheated on? ]: Technically, I suppose so. But I was not invested in the relationship, and he knew it -- so I’m not sure he can be blamed for that decision. [ considered cheating? ]: No. If i don’t want to be in a relationship any longer, I end it. [ been kissed? ]: I am not a nun, so. Yes. [ done something you regret? ]: Can anyone live for as long as I have without regrets? I find it unlikely.

F A V O R I T E

[ food? ]: Lately, I’ve been rather partial to Kung Pao chicken. [ fruit? ]: Apples. [ candy? ]: Snickers. I eat an embarrassing amount of them from the vending machine in the hospital break room. [ color? ]: Embarrassingly enough, I’m partial to blue. [ number? ]: I can honestly say I have never had a favorite number. [ animal? ]: Doves. The symbolism behind them is rather beautiful. [ drink? ]: Coffee. Or craft beer, depending on the circumstance. [ soda? ]: Coke. [ book? ]: The Princess Bride. Harlequin romances. [ room? ]: My living room. Or Ragnor’s office, though I certainly wouldn’t tell him that! [ movie? ]: Gone With the Wind

D O . Y O U ?

[ have a boyfriend/girlfriend? ]: No. [ like cleaning? ]: Absolutely not. For that, I use magic. [ have a tattoo? ]: No. [ have any piercings? ]: My ears are pierced. [ cheat on tests/homework? ]: I never had a formalized education, so I never really had the opportunity. [ drink/smoke? ]: Drink, yes. Smoke? That’s a repulsive habit, even if I am immortal and cannot die from lung cancer. [ swear a lot? ]: I suppose that would depend on your definition of ‘a lot.’ I try to keep it to a minimum around Madzie. [ like watching sunrises or sunset? ]: If I have the time, yes. [ pray? ]: Not in a long time. [ go to church? ]: No. [ have secrets? ]: No, of course not. No secrets at all. [ have a best friend? ]: Magnus Bane or Ragnor Fell -- I refuse to even attempt to pick between them. Magnus would pout for ages, and Ragnor would become even more prickly. [ like your own handwriting? ]: I may not be a doctor, but my handwriting tends to resemble that of one, unfortunately.

A R E . Y O U ?

[ obsessive? ]: Does anyone admit readily to being obsessive? I suppose some people may think my dedication to healing is obsessive, but it isn’t. [ excited? ]: Under the right circumstances! [ bored? ]: I live with a five year old, and have a high pressure job. When do I have time to be bored? [ happy? ]: Most days. [ missing someone? ]: Always. [ confused? ]: Only when discussing fashion with Magnus. [ tired? ]: Again, I live with a five year old and work in a hospital. What do you think? [ mad? ]: At this moment? No. [ sleepy? ]: Are sleepy and tired two different things now? I’m not answering this twice.

D O . Y O U . E V E R ?

[ wait around just to talk to someone? ]: I’m not a teenaged girl, so no. [ write about those ‘special’ moments? ]: No. [ wish you were a member of the opposite sex? ]: I used to, frequently. Men could become doctors, officially, and had many more opportunities in the medical field. I am happy with where I am, now, but I would have liked the opportunity to do something different.

W H O . W A S . T H E . L A S T . P E R S O N . W H O ?

[ you talked to? ]: Magnus -- he called to check in an hour or so ago. [ you hugged? ]: Madzie, before bed. [ you kissed? ]: Also Madzie, on the forehead, after I tucked her in. [ sent you a letter? ]: Do fire messages count? I believe that was Tessa. [ you sent a letter to? ]: A response to Tessa, most likely. [ you laughed with? ]: One of the other nurses. Humor in the ER is always important. [ slept in your bed? ]: Madzie, after a nightmare. [ you shared a drink with? ]: Does Magnus stealing sips of my wine count? [ you went to the movies with? ]: I have no idea. I haven’t seen a movie in a theater in a very long time. [ yelled at you? ]: Ah, a parent of a patient I could not save. The girl was only thirteen, and her mother was distraught. I didn’t blame her for yelling. [ you called? ]: The babysitter, to be sure she was still able to watch Madzie during my shift today. [ you kicked? ]: I haven’t kicked anyone in recent memory -- is that something that people normally do? [ you saw? ]: Madzie, before I put her to bed.

W H O . I S ?

[ the most handsome person you know? ]: Hm. I’ve always thought that Ragnor was rather nice to look at. [ the weirdest person you know? ]: Most certainly Magnus. [ the funniest person you know? ]: I think I’ll award that one to Simon Lewis. [ the loudest person you know? ]: That would be my darling daughter, after she has had a chance to warm up to everyone in the room. [ the quietest person you know? ]: Tessa, maybe? [ the sweetest person you know? ]: Though she has been gone for many years, this title will always go to my mother -- a woman who risked her life every day for eighteen years to look after a blue, magical child. [ the most serious person you know? ]: Ragnor, I expect. [ your best friend? ]: Again? I still refuse to pick between the two of them. [ the person you hate the most? ]: Valentine Morganstern. If what he did to the Downworld was not enough, what he did to Madzie would have put him at the top of that list on its own. [ the person you see most? ]: Madzie. [ your soul-mate? ]: I don’t believe in this nonsense.

W H A T . I S ?

[ the first thing you thought of when you woke up? ]: Madzie - she was bouncing at the edge of my mattress! [ the song that best describes you? ]: This one. [ your best feature? ]: I’m rather partial to my hair. [ your most treasured memory? ]: When I was very young, my mother took me to the river near our home. It was always just the two of us -- this was long before I knew what a glamour was, let alone how to use one -- but I got to leave the cottage, and was able to run around and chase after butterflies while my mother watched. I treasure all of the time I spent with her, but these memories are some of my favorites.

I N . T H E . F U T U R E

[ what is the age you hope to get married? ]: I hardly thing age is the important factor in that decision. [ number and names of kids? ]: I have raised a child already, and his name was Aurelio, and now I have Madzie. I can’t say that I will never take in another, though I’m fairly content now. [ where do you see yourself at age twenty? ]: Oh, for the love of -- [ describe your dream wedding? ]: I have no idea. I’ve given up on dreaming of such things, for the most part. [ when and how do you want to die? ]: This is a fairly morbid question! I suppose I’d like to die peacefully, somehow. [ what are your career plans? ]: I’ve been a healer for hundreds of years, and don’t plan on changing that anytime soon. [ some place you’d like to visit? ]: I’d like to return to Portugal, someday. I always enjoy London, as well.

L A S T . T I M E

[ last time you went out of state? ]: The last time I went hiking with Ragnor, before his death. [ last time you were outside? ]: On my way home from the hospital this evening. [ last time you had a snowball fight? ]: I don’t think I ever have! [ last time you were listening to music? ]: I have jazz playing now, actually.

O T H E R

[ how many people would you say are good friends of yours? ]: Friends that are still alive? 2. [ what hurts the most, physical or emotional pain? ]: Emotional. [ have you felt this recently? ]: Grief is the worst sort of emotional pain, and we have all suffered loss, lately. [ what do you wear to bed? ]: sweats, usually. [ when’s the last time you slept with a stuffed animal? ]: Madzie brought her bear to bed last time she had a nightmare and climbed in with me, so then, I guess. [ have you ever used a ouija board? ]: No. I prefer not to interact with the spiritual realm. [ how many rings before you pick up the phone? ]: Admittedly, I’m awful at answering the phone. Usually, it rings until it goes to voicemail, and I have to call back later.

#headcanons: catarina loss #GIANT survey yikes

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