#ton riddle x oc
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Unlikely Duet - 6
length: +7k words
Genre: Fluff
NewJeans Minji x Male Reader (OC)
(Author's Note: I could've taken another day to edit this, but I wanted to upload it asap so here it is :^) Hopefully my writing isn't too garbage and I hope y'all enjoy <3)
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Minji’s POV
I could do nothing but pace around my room, anxiety fueling every step. Danielle was supposed to be here 20 minutes ago to drive us to the fair, but on this particular day of all days, she decides to be late. My vice president, the one who I can lean on when I’m overwhelmed with responsibilities and even more of a stickler for rules and punctuality compared to me, is late.
The brunt of my morning was spent avoiding my parents like the plague, staying cooped up in my room and eating my meals as quickly as possible. To them, it probably seems like I’m giving them the silent treatment for what they said last night (which I’m still upset about), but in reality, I was riddled with anxious thoughts and simply avoided speaking in case I accidentally let it slip that I was planning on lying to them. I’ve done it tons of times before, but every single time is nerve wracking. While I hate that it’s gotten to this point, I owe a lot of my sanity to what I’ve been able to get away with by lying. Besides, it’s probably better this way - my parents still believe that I’m their perfect daughter and I still get to have some semblance of a social life.
Like the sonorous tones of a church bell, a resounding ding emits from my phone. They’re here. With shaky hands, I grab my tote bag from my bed and carefully tiptoe down the stairs. Right as I reach the front door, my father calls out to me from the living room.
“Minji? Where are you going?” He asks, a look of curiosity on his face.
“O-oh, uhh, I guess I forgot to tell you this but I was actually planning on going to the library to study with Danielle today.” I grin at him, trying my best to sound convincing. Our eyes lock as he studies my expression for what feels like an eternity. It might just be my stress causing my eyes to play tricks on me, but there seems to be a hint of sadness in his expression, as if he doesn’t want me to go. I shake it off and refocus on the task at hand.
“Well, I better get going-”
“Wait,” he interrupts before leaving the room for a moment. He comes back with a $20 bill in his hands and offers it to me. “Here.”
Panic began to set in. Did he find out I was actually going to the fair? If he did, why would he be giving me money? Shouldn’t he be angry at me for lying to him?
“Um, what’s this for? We’re just going to the library,” I reiterate in hopes that my initial worries were wrong.
“In case you two get hungry after, you should get some snacks. Food fuels the brain.” The relief I felt after he said those words is better than any award I got in my entire academic career up to this point. Normally it would raise red flags for my father to be doing something uncharacteristic like this, but I didn’t care. I’m just glad to almost be free.
“Thanks,” I say as I take the cash. “I’ll see you later then.”
“Don’t stay out too late. Don’t be messing around while studying. And-”
I shut the door behind me before I could hear the rest of his sentence. It was probably some other generic dad advice, like “Don’t talk to strange boys at night” or something like that. The sight of Danielle’s mom’s car parked on the other side of the street was like seeing a boat heading your direction after being stranded on an island for 15 years. Hanni beckoned me from the passenger’s side window, an excited grin painted on her face.
“Hurry up girl, let’s go!!” She shouted. As I open the door to the backseat, Hyein and Haerin wave back at me.
“Hi Minji!”
“Yo.”
“Hi guys, sorry, my dad wanted to talk to me before I left,” I replied as I got in the car. “Danielle, what took you so long, I was pacing around my room for the past 20 minutes anxious out of my mind!”
“I’m sorry, there was something I had to take care of before I could take my mom’s car,” she apologizes as she tampers with the rearview mirror, clearly annoyed with its inability to swivel properly.
Hanni pops her head from the front seat. “Okay y’all, we just need to take a deep breath and calm down. We’re going to the fair to chill out and have fun, let’s not let petty things like this ruin the day before it’s even started, alright?” Haerin and Hyein nod enthusiastically, peering over at me to gauge my reaction. I close my eyes and take a deep breath in order to allow my mind to forget about the stress from my morning. Today is the day that I get to let loose and forget about all the pressures I face in my regular life. Nothing else matters but having fun. As I open my eyes again, I am welcomed by the smiling faces of my four dearest friends (Danielle was especially happy about finally fixing the rearview mirror). My lips curl into a smile as I look back at them.
“Yeah, you’re right, Hanni,” I admit. “Okay, let’s go!!” We all cheer as Danielle steps on the gas. Hanni turns up the radio, blasting a loud pop song that blares out of the windows as we cruise through the neighborhood.
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The lights, the sounds, the smells, everything about the fair was overwhelming in the best way possible. Large groups of friends and families meandered along the concrete pathways, talking and laughing as they try their hand at classic carnival games or satiate their hunger with fried food and extravagant sweets. A giant ferris wheel sat in the background, the sunlight peeking through its rotors. A wave of nostalgia washes over me as I’m reminded of old family memories. Before they pressured me into trying to obtain some kind of impossible perfection, I used to be able to exist simply as their daughter, who they loved and played with like any other child.
“Hey Minji, are you okay?” Hyein asks me. I snap out of my thoughts to find the girls looking back at me with concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine, just thinking about something,” I reassure them. “What do you guys wanna do first?”
“I don’t know Ms. President, what do you wanna do?” Hanni asks with a wide grin.
“Well, I guess we can-”
I freeze as I see a familiar face in the distance, intermingled with the crowd. Yuno is here. With the convenience store girl.
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Yuno’s POV
“Where the hell did he run off to?” I grumble as I struggle to search for Yujin in the crowd. The fair was more overwhelming than I could’ve imagined - it was difficult navigating through the sea of strangers without accidentally rubbing elbows with them, all while trying to find oxygen through the constant stench of fried foods and sugar wafting through the air. At the very least, the lights were pretty to look at and I would be lying if I said the ferris wheel didn’t pique my interest.
Winter chuckles at my annoyance. “Relax, he’s just getting a corndog. See, he’s on his way over here right now,” she says, gesturing through a gap in the crowd. Lo and behold, Yujin skips towards us with a corndog in hand and a stupid grin on his face.
“Look what I got!” He presents his fried snack to us with the excitement of a child presenting a drawing to their parents. An ungodly amount of ketchup and mustard drips off the corndog, creating a gross glob of orange on the ground.
“Is that healthy?” Winter asks, concern laced in her voice. Her words fall on deaf ears as Yujin chomps off a large piece, covering his mouth in sauce. I chuckle in disbelief, both deeply disturbed and quietly impressed, while Winter hands him a pack of napkins from her purse.
I take the opportunity to look around at my surroundings again. As I gazed out amongst the crowd of smiling faces, I suddenly felt out of place in it all, like I wasn’t allowed to be here. Everything felt so foreign to me, I wasn’t sure if I should feel at ease or on edge. Whether it’s paranoia or just a hunch, I couldn’t get rid of this nagging feeling at the back of my head.
“Hey Yuno?” Winter nudges me.
I turn my attention towards her. “What?”
“Isn’t that the student council president?”
My heart stops for a split second as I look down the other end of her finger. In the heart of the crowd is Minji, huddled around her friends. She’s wearing a simple outfit of a gray collegiate sweater and jeans, yet my eyes were naturally drawn to her like a magnet.
“Y-yeah, that’s her,” I stutter, trying to maintain composure.
“Mm, issa Danielle? Les go shay hi!” Yujin exclaims with a mouth full of food, running toward them before I could stop him.
“God dammit…”
“What’s wrong, do you not wanna say hi?” Winter asks as we follow the trail through the crowd Yujin left behind.
“It’s not that, it’s just… Whatever, let’s just go.” With every step I take, my heart rate begins to accelerate as, once again, fate pulls me towards Minji Kim.
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Minji’s POV
He’s coming this way!! Why is he coming this way?? Did he see me? Should I run? No, why would I run? Pull it together, Minji!! Maybe if I pretend I didn’t see him, he’ll just walk past me. Why would I do that?? Agh!!
“Ketchup… and mustard,” Haerin blurts out, drawing puzzled glances from the group. Suddenly, a boy wearing a white eyepatch emerges from the crowd, carrying a corndog smeared with red and yellow condiments.
“Danielle!!” He calls out, waving excitedly. “Hi!”
“Yujin? What are you doing here?” Danielle questions, a hint of surprise present in her voice.
“I’m with my friends!” The boy, Yujin, exclaims as Yuno and the convenience store girl appear behind him, drawing an impish grin from Hanni. I couldn’t help but feel underdressed when compared to convenience store girl’s flowery sundress and cardigan. “I didn’t expect to see you here too! This is great!”
“Uh yeah, I guess it is,” Danielle responds awkwardly before turning to us. “Um, this is Yujin, I’ve been helping him and his grandma out recently.”
“We’re friends!” He adds enthusiastically.
“Yeah, I suppose we are.”
I couldn’t help but giggle at Danielle’s uncharacteristic awkwardness. Normally, she’s the serious voice of reason that stays calm under pressure, yet here she was, looking like an embarrassed older sister flustered by the antics of her younger sibling.
“It’s nice to meet you, Yujin,” I greet warmly. “I’m Minji, also a friend of Danielle’s.”
“Oh, you must be the student council president!” He replies eagerly. “These are my friends, Yuno and Winter. Yuno might look a little scary, but don’t worry, he only fights bad guys. He helped me and Winter out before! And Winter is really shy, but she’s really nice once you get to know her!”
“H-hello,” Winter stutters with a polite smile, while Yuno offers a simple nod. A flush of warmth colors my cheeks as our eyes briefly meet before we both quickly avert our gazes. Unfortunately, Hanni notices this and stifles a laugh, making my cheeks grow even warmer with embarrassment.
“Hello, I’m Hyein!” Our youngest chimes in. “This is Haerin, and that over there is Hanni! It’s nice to meet you all!”
As the group falls into casual conversation, I can’t help but peer over at Yujin’s eyepatch and be reminded of my conversation with Yuno last night. Despite his injuries, he’s chock full of energy and vibrancy that contrasts with Yuno’s usual solitary and soft-spoken demeanor. The difference in their personalities is cute in a way. Winter, on the other hand, shares many similarities with Yuno. Like him, she’s very soft-spoken and a little awkward, but has an aura of kindness around her despite that. I imagine the two of them got along well because of this - for some reason, this fact irks me.
“Since we’re all here to let loose at the fair, why don’t you guys join us? The more the merrier I always say, isn’t that right, Minj?” Hanni says, nudging my ribs with her elbow. I didn’t even have to look at her to know what kind of face she’s making.
Coincidentally, my eyes meet Yuno’s once again, and I quickly break away as I think of what to say. I would hate to butt into Yuno’s time with his friends, but a voice in the back of my head was telling me otherwise.
“Yeah, you guys can join us if you want to,” I say as I give into the voices. My lips curl into a smile, but inside, I couldn’t shake the feeling of butterflies in my stomach. Yuno appears taken aback at my answer as a slight pinkish hue grows on his cheeks. The group moves through the crowd looking for what to do first with Yujin leading the way and Yuno trailing close behind. I stay in the back, letting my complicated feelings fester.
“H-hello, Minji.” Winter’s soft voice interrupts my thoughts, and I turn to find her trailing behind the group alongside me. Her simple makeup look is subtle, yet it perfectly accentuated her natural beauty. Pair that with her cute outfit and she could have any guys she wants. A shiver went through my spine at the thought.
“What’s up?” I ask, trying my best to act natural.
“I just wanted to ask if you’re doing okay. I never got the chance to after what happened that night.”
My mind flashes back to when Yuno and Winter had saved me from that drunk man a couple days ago. I was too terrified and too weak to protect myself, yet this timid girl jumped in front of him to protect me. And here I am, feeling all weird because I think she looks prettier than me.
“I’m doing fine now. Thanks again for that, I owe you one,” I express.
She quickly shakes her head at my offer. “Y-you don’t have to do that. If you want, I can give you a can of pepper spray. I have a couple more of them at home.”
A chuckle escapes my lips, and Winter seems to loosen up at this. “I might have to take you up on that offer,” I say, half-jokingly. A wave of shame washes over me as I suddenly felt bad for being jealous of her. Maybe the events of this morning still have their effects on me or maybe I ate something bad earlier, but something feels off with me today and I’m not sure why.
“Guys, look over here!” Yujin shouts excitedly from the front of the group, pointing at a giant Spider-man plush sitting on a prize table for a basketball game. Two basketball hoops stood tall before him, much higher than a regular basketball hoop. “I HAVE to get this for my room!” He quickly pays the game attendant, who places three basketballs on the counter in front of him.
“Alright, the game is simple. All you have to do is make at least one basket and you get a prize,” the worker explains. Yujin takes the first ball and psyches himself up, giving the ball a couple dribbles before throwing it… And completely missing the hoop.
“Aw man,” he groans in disappointment. “Yuno, why don’t you try?”
Yuno accepts the challenge, gripping the second ball with steely determination. I watch with bated breath as the ball leaves his hands. It soars high into the sky… and completely misses the hoop. The ball shoots way over the hoop and ends up knocking a corndog out of someone’s hand. The girls and I struggle to stifle our laughter as Yuno’s cheeks turn a bright red.
“A-ah… Shit…” He curses under his breath. “M-maybe Winter should try…”
Winter steps forward, her hands shaking as she grips the final ball. We all freeze with anticipation as she shoots the ball towards the hoop. Miraculously, it arcs perfectly in the air and lands through the hoop with a satisfying swoosh. A scattered array of claps and cheers erupt from some bystanders that witnessed that moment, but none are as ecstatic as Yujin, who jumps and cheers with the excitement of a kid on his birthday.
“Congratulations, ma’am! Which prize would you like?” The worker asks her.
“T-the Spiderman p-please,” Winter stammers, accepting the toy and handing it to Yujin.
“Ahhh!!! Winter, you’re the best!!!” He screams, drawing a variety of reactions from passersby. Yuno flashes her a quick thumbs up while Hyein, Haerin, and Hanni shower her with compliments, which Winter modestly tries to brush away with a bashful smile. Meanwhile, Danielle is occupied with trying to contain Yujin’s overflowing energy.
“M-my dad really likes basketball, so he made me play w-when I was younger. I-it’s nothing really,” Winter explains. She’s kind, pretty, AND athletic? It’s almost as if God himself created the perfect person and placed them in front of me on a day I decided not to dress up. There’s no wonder I felt jealous of her. But why am I jealous of her?
“Are you okay?” Yuno asks me.
I startle slightly at his sudden appearance. “H-huh? Yeah, why?” I awkwardly chuckle. Yuno’s gentle gaze meets mine with genuine concern, momentarily distracting myself from my swirling thoughts. I found myself wanting to draw closer and get lost in his irises.
What?! Minji, what are you even thinking?! Have you gone insane?!
“You look… upset,” he admits shyly. “I just wanted t-”
Suddenly, a basketball bounces off of the other hoop and hurtles towards Winter. In a flash, Yuno turns and catches the ball right before it hits her in the face, his gentle expression replaced with a stern glare at the person who threw the ball.
“Watch it,” he growls in a calm yet menacing tone as he tosses the ball back. His face immediately softens as he turns back to Winter. “You alright?”
“Y-yeah. Thanks, Yuno,” she answers with an appreciative smile. I felt my heart drop from my chest as I watched their interaction, confusion and envy creating a storm in my mind.
“Sooooooo, you gonna make a move or no?” I jump as Hanni startles me from behind.
“W-what??” I sputter.
“I recognize that face anywhere. You’re jealous~.”
Heat creeps up my face as I struggle to find the words to explain myself. “Wha- I am not jealous!” I seethe, trying to keep my voice down. “I’m just… impressed by his reaction timing.”
“Mhm,” she hums, raising an eyebrow. “Well, I’m impressed by how close they look. Don’t you think they would make a cute couple, Minj?”
Her words leave a bitter taste in my mouth. “Y-yeah, I’m sure they would,” I reply, unconvincingly. “W-whatever, like I said I’m not jealous.”
“Oh sweet, sweet Minji,” Hanni sighs, shaking her head as she pats my shoulder. She follows the rest of the group as they move on, leaving me to watch Yuno and Winter as they walk side by side. No matter how hard I try, I can't rationalize this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach every time I see them together. I need to do something, but I don’t know why.
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We spent the next hour walking around, playing all the fair games, and filing our stomachs with an array of different snacks the fair offers. I tried to enjoy myself, but the pit in my stomach continued to grow and grow until it became unbearable. I even started to consider Hanni’s words, but no amount of inner turmoil would make me go that insane.
As the sun dipped low, casting an enchanting orange hue over the fairgrounds, it seemed like the perfect time to watch the sunset from atop the ferris wheel. As excited as I am to be able to watch the sunset, I still couldn’t get rid of this weird feeling as I watched Yuno chat with Winter and Yujin at the front of the group. Hanni seemed to notice this too.
“Girl, you look miserable,” she remarks, resting her chin on my shoulder with a sympathetic pout. “You’re supposed to be having fun.”
“I-I am having fun. This is my ‘having fun’ face.” I flash her a forced grin in a feeble attempt to mask my true feelings. Hanni sighs heavily right as we reach the front of the line.
“Each cabin only fits two people, so you’ll have to split into groups of two,” the ride operator explains. Naturally, Hyein and Haerin pair up together, waving excitedly at us as they eagerly step into the first cabin.
“Yuno, do you wanna ride together?” Yujin asks him. Before he could answer, however, Hanni takes matters into her own hands and pushes Danielle into Yujin.
“Hey Yujin, did you know Danielle is really scared of heights? She needs a big strong man protecting her while she’s up there.” Danielle silently curses at her with her eyes as Hanni pushes the duo into the next cabin. My eyes go wide with panic as I suddenly catch onto her plan.
“Winter, I love your dress! Let’s chat about it on the ferris wheel!” Hanni exclaims as she grabs Winter’s hand, pulling her towards the open doors of the cabin. Right before the doors close behind them, I catch a glimpse of Hanni flashing me a thumbs up. My heart threatened to explode from my chest as I found myself left alone with Yuno.
“S-soooooo… U-um, do you wanna, um, I-I gues-”
“Let’s go,” Yuno utters as walks ahead of me into the cabin. I mentally facepalm, cringing at my sudden inability to formulate a coherent sentence. I step into the cabin and sit across from Yuno. As the doors seal shut, the space suddenly felt a lot smaller and more intimate. I gaze out at the orange glow of the sun to distract myself, both mortified and oddly blissful.
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Yuno’s POV
My heart kept chugging like a speeding steam train, I worried that Minji could hear it echo off the walls of the cabin. Throughout the day, I could feel her gaze lingering on me and I don’t know why. Did she wanna talk about yesterday? Was something on her mind? Was there something in my hair? Did I smell? I would’ve showered before I left the house if I knew I was gonna bump into her.
A strange feeling fills my chest as I observe the way the sunlight reflects off of her skin. The same feeling that had been haunting me for the past couple of days. Minji constantly invades my thoughts, stirring emotions I couldn’t comprehend. Everything about her felt new and strange, but I couldn’t deny that being around her made me feel happy. I drop my gaze to the floor as she turns to me, hoping she didn’t catch me staring.
“Sooo…” She began, filling the silence. “Winter seems nice.”
I tilt my head in confusion at her sudden interest in Winter. “Uh, yeah. I guess so.”
“How’d you two meet?” She asks with an odd amount of intrigue
For the most part, Minji is an open book. I never have to guess what she’s thinking or feeling, and unlike her parents, she never seems to be hiding some ulterior motive beneath a gentle exterior - until now. At first, I thought maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me, but being the open book she is, it became clear as day that Minji was hiding something. But why? Maybe it wasn’t my place to pry, but my instincts told me otherwise.
“We have english together, but we didn’t start being… ‘friends’ until a couple days ago. She and Yujin kinda just… inserted themselves into my life. And now we’re here,” I explain. Minji’s brow furrows in response.
“Wait, you only started talking a couple days ago? I thought you two were dating.” She hurriedly clasps her hand over her mouth as if she didn’t mean to let that out. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“We’re not dating,” I say a little too quickly. “Just friends.”
The cabin falls silent as both of our cheeks turn a light crimson. Minji turns back to the window, and my eyes gravitate towards her face once again as if that’s where they’re meant to be. The light and the shadows dance on her skin creating a work of art right in front of me. She’s beautiful in the most impossible way, defying everything I know about the world just by existing. My heart pumps faster and faster as my mind begins to run wild, imagining the two of us together as more than friends. Going on dates and being close. Just like this. Maybe Minji wanted to know if Winter and I were dating because she’s interested in me. I quickly shot that idea down. Those kinds of thoughts only lead down a bad road.
“My parents used to take my brother and I to the fair when we were younger,” Minji says, snapping me out of my daze. “We would go around and play all the games, trying to win the prizes. The games were always rigged, so we never won any. One time, I got so upset that I couldn’t win a bear toy that I started crying. My dad ended up paying extra just so he could get me the bear.” A gentle smile graces her face as she recounts her memory.
“We would always ride the ferris wheel at the end so we could watch the sunset from the top of the ferris wheel, just like this. I was always too short, so my dad had to hoist me up so I could see through the window.” She chuckles lightly before her smile eventually fades from her lips and her gaze falls to the floor. “Sorry, being here must have made me nostalgic. It’s been awhile since I got to watch the sunset from a ferris wheel.”
“Don’t be sorry. I like hearing you talk.” My eyes grow wide with panic as I realize the implication of my words. “I-I meant I like you. I MEAN YOUR STORY!! I liked your story…” My face falls into my palms in an attempt to hide the deepening blush, and I let out a muffled “Fuck” under my breath. I can hear Minji trying to stifle her laughter, which only makes me feel worse. I wanted nothing more than to bury myself six feet under and stay there for eternity.
“I know what you mea- AHHH!!!”
I jolt my head up right as Minji jumps from her seat and into my lap. Bewilderment, accompanied by a million other emotions, runs through my mind as she wraps her arms around my head and hides her face in the crook of my neck.
“M-Minji, uhh w-what are you-”
“There’s a spider on the seat!” She exclaims, her voice tingling with fear. I maneuver my head around her and see the tiniest spider I’ve ever seen scurrying around the spot where Minji once sat. “Ahhh, I really hate spiders!!”
I try to pry her body off of me, but her grip is tighter than an anaconda. A wave of deja vu washes over me as I suddenly start to feel lightheaded.
“M-Minji… Y-you’re choking m-me…” Right before I feel like I’m about to blackout, Minji releases her grip on my neck and slides off of my lap into the space next to me. The seat is a little cramped, but it’s better than dying in such an embarrassing way.
“I-I’M SO SORRY, YUNO!!” She apologizes, her face a bright tomato red. She flinches as the spider continues to move around on the opposite seat, wincing with each movement. “I-I really, really, really, REALLY hate spiders.”
Even after she almost choked me to death, I couldn’t help but find her cute as she shields her eyes with delicate hands, her face nestled into my shoulder. A grin threatens to grow on my lips as I try to comfort her with a few gentle pats on the head.
“I used to be afraid of spiders when I was a kid,” I began in a calming tone. “Whenever I saw one, I always cried to my parents about it. One day, I found one in the bathroom, so I ran to my mom sobbing and told her to kill it. Instead of killing it, she held me in her arms and carried me to the bathroom where it was. I was just like you, hiding my face on her shoulder because I was too scared to even look at it. In a gentle voice, she told me about how it was alone and probably looking for its family. If I killed it, then its family would be sad. She told me that she would be sad if I was suddenly killed when I was out all alone. From that day on, I was never afraid of spiders. Every time I saw one, I would carry it outside so it could find its family.”
I chuckle under my breath. “I don’t think it actually works like that, but I don’t kill spiders because of her. Because of my mom.”
As I finish my story, I notice Minji’s eyes watering and her lip quivering as if she’s about to cry. “Ah shit, are you okay?” I ask with great concern.
“S-Sorry, that was just… really sweet,” she sniffles. I bit my lip, trying to suppress my smile as I simultaneously fought the urge to wipe her tears away. As she calms down, we sit together in silence, watching the tiny spider walk around the cabin.
“He’s just a little guy,” Minji utters, a cute grin on her face. “I wonder why I was so scared of you before.”
Just then, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I open up the notification to see a selfie of Yujin and Danielle with the giant Spiderman plush wedged in between them. Despite Danielle’s awful personality, Yujin seems to like her, so I guess it’s alright. If I didn’t know any better, I could’ve easily mistaken them for siblings.
“Aww, that’s cute. We should send one back,” Minji suggests, her eyes lighting up.
“O-oh, uh, sure. How do I…” After a minute of hopelessly fumbling through the labyrinth of options on the screen, Minji gently takes the phone from me and opens up the camera with a simple tap.
“Do you know how to use a phone, Yuno?” She teases.
“U-uh, no…” I answer, scratching the back of my head in embarrassment. Her eyes widened with surprise at my response. “It’s my first phone, and I just got it today so I haven’t really had a chance to properly look through it.”
“O-okay, well just press on this gray square over here if you wanna open up the camera,” she explains in a kind tone, free of any judgment. She raises her arm and I can see the two of us reflected onto the screen. “Scoot a little closer so we can both be in the frame.”
With a gulp, I scoot closer to her in the already cramped space. The flowery scent of her hair wafts through my nostrils, gentle and clean. Hypnotized by the scent, I don’t realize I’m staring at her until she nudges me with her elbow.
“Look at the camera,” she reminds me, a knowing smile playing on her lips. The phone camera manages to catch the redness of my cheeks as I glance back at my reflection. Minji snaps a few shots before reviewing her work.
“They came out pretty well, don’t you think?” She inquires, and I can only nod in agreement, despite my less-than-stellar appearance in the photos. Minji, on the other hand, looks as pretty as ever. Even when she’s not doing much, the camera seems to pick up on all her good sides. She fiddles with my phone for a little bit before handing it back to me.
“Here, I put my number in so you can send me the photos,” she says. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“N-not at all,” I stutter excitedly, my heart soaring in the air. Minji giggles at my elation and we share a laugh in that cramped ferris wheel cabin. In that moment, as the sunset bathes us in its warm glow, everything falls into place. The weird feelings, the incessant thoughts - they all lead to one undeniable truth. I’m in love with Minji Kim.
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As I step out of the cabin, I see the rest of our friends waiting for us at the front of the ferris wheel. Instinctively, I reach my hand out towards Minji as she carefully steps out, which she accepts with a small grin adorning her lips. Though the contact is brief, the memory of her delicate hand in mine etches itself into my memory.
“Soooooo, did you two have fun?” Hanni asks us with an unnerving smirk that could only mean trouble. Before I get a chance to answer however, Minji grabs her wrist and leads her away.
“I-I’m going to the bathroom, Hanni you’re coming with me!” Her voice echoes as she drags Hanni away, trailed by the rest of her friends like ducklings following their mother. Perplexed, Winter, Yujin, and I settle onto a nearby bench to rest in the shade.
“The ferris wheel was fun, I took a lot of pictures of the sunset!” Yujin shares, displaying the photos on his phone. Almost his entire gallery was full of sun from slightly varying angles, along with a few selfies with Danielle. Her gentler side she exclusively shows to Yujin is such a stark contrast from her usual coldness, it’s almost unsettling.
“I feel exhausted.” Winter slumps beside me, her head tilting to the side as if she was too tired to even hold it up. “Hanni is really nice, but I felt so drained after talking to her for five minutes. I don’t know where she gets all that energy from.” I quietly snicker to myself. That seems on brand for Hanni.
My mind wanders back to the epiphany I had earlier. “Um, can I ask you two something… odd?” Their heads perk up, looking at me expectantly. “Have you guys ever… ‘dated’ anyone before?”
“I’ve had crushes before, but I was always too scared to confess,” Yujin admits.
“What about you, Winter? Have you ever had a boyfriend?” I ask.
“Um, not exactly…” With a hint of reluctance, she retrieves her phone from her purse, revealing a polaroid tucked in her phone case - a snapshot of Winter with her arms wrapped around a girl with striking eyes and jet black hair.
Both of our jaws drop, simultaneously shocked and impressed.
“Oh shit…” I mutter before coming to my senses. She’s pretty, but not Minji pretty.
“Wow, that’s your girlfriend, Winter?!” Yujin exclaims. Winter smiles shyly as she puts her phone back in her purse.
“Y-yeah. She’s studying in Japan right now, so I don't get to see her often. I hope she visits soon; I think you guys would get along with her really well.” The look on her face as she thinks of her girlfriend reminds me of my mother’s face in old wedding photos. I don’t understand anything about love or relationships, but that face told me everything I needed to know. “Why did you want to know, Yuno?”
My cheeks suddenly turn warm. “Oh, uh… No reason.”
As if on cue, Minji and the rest of her friends return from the restroom, with Minji looking noticeably flustered and Hanni more excited than ever.
“It’s getting dark, so we were planning on heading back,” Danielle says. “Do you guys need a ride home?”
“O-oh, it’s okay, w-we were gonna take the subway home,” Winter replies.
“WAIT!” Yujin shouts suddenly before turning to her. “Winter, can we ride with them? Pleaseeeeee?” He grabs her sleeve and looks up at her with pleading eyes.
“I-I guess if it’s okay with them.”
“WOOHOO!” Yujin cheers. “I call shotgun!” He dashes toward the parking lot, his Spiderman plush bobbing in his arms.
“Hey, that’s my seat!” Hanni exclaims, running after him. In the midst of commotion, I sneak over to Minji.
“H-hi,” I stutter, brimming with nervous excitement.
“H-hey.” Even with the sun completely set, her smile manages to illuminate everything around us. Maybe it’s just my imagination, but the air felt different compared to the times we’ve talked before. That strange yet euphoric feeling still lingers in my chest, this time I finally know what that feeling is - I think. Maybe it’s love, maybe it’s the fumes of fried food decaying my brain. The only thing I know for sure is that I like being around Minji.
“Are you two going to come with us or no?” Hyein calls out to us while Haerin glares suspiciously in our direction. Flustered, we walk side by side towards the parking lot, following distantly behind the rest of the group. The scattered murmurs of the crowd begin to fade behind us, the chirping of crickets and the subtle crunching of rocks underneath our feet taking their place. An ombre of growing indigo looks down at us from a cloudless sky, dotted with specks of starlight thousands of lightyears away. Despite their distance, they shine brightly against the night sky, almost as bright as the girl walking next to me.
“Yuno,” Minji voice breaks through my daydreams, pulling me back to the present. “You’re staring.”
“Ah… Sorry…” I turn my head away to hide the heat creeping up my face, prompting a soft giggle from her.
“You know, you’re not what I expected at all.”
Curious, I turn my gaze back towards her. “What do you mean?”
Her eyebrows furrow as she thinks about her response, and I bite my lower lip to stifle my smile at her cute expression. “Ever since sophomore year, I’ve always heard whispers about this scary guy that goes around fighting people. I never believed it because I thought it was too cliche to be true,” she begins, shooting me a playful glance I scratch the back of my head, suddenly feeling sheepish.
“That is, until two years later, when I come face to face with the ‘scary guy’, all bloody and bruised from a fight that happened two seconds ago. When I first met you, I thought you were some jerk who liked hurting others for the fun of it. I was wrong and I’m sorry.” Minji looks up at me, eyes full of remorse. I’ve seen others use this look on the people I’ve hurt, but never on me. To be on the receiving end of it felt disconcerting.
“You don’t have to apolog-”
“You’re kind and caring and you never hesitate to stand up for what’s right even when no one else will. While I don’t agree with your methods, I think the reason why you fight is very admirable, and if people just stopped being scared of you for two seconds, they could see how cute of a person you are.” Her hand shoots up to her mouth while her eyes go wide with panic.
Did I hear her right? Did she just call me… cute??
“I MEANT GOOD!!” She exclaims, correcting herself. “I meant to say you’re a good person…” We stand there, turned away from each other, too embarrassed to fill the growing silence. The chorus of crickets is quickly drowned out by my heartbeat echoing in my ears. My entire body feels both uncomfortably warm and freezing cold at the same time. The sudden honk of a car horn makes us both jump.
“What are you two still doing? Let’s go!” I turn to see Hanni yell at us from the back seat of an SUV. It seems that Yujin got to the front seat first. Minji and I both trudge towards the car, too embarrassed to even look at each other. Hanni steps out of the car and reclines the seat forward to let us get into the back, where Winter is sitting alone with two empty seats on either side of her.
As we settle in the back seat, I immediately shut my eyes, hoping that falling asleep would make things better. One final thing stays in my mind as I slip into unconsciousness.
She thinks I’m cute.
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A gentle shake rouses me from my slumber.
“Yuno, we’re here,” I hear Winter say as my eyes slowly open, finding my bearings. Outside the window, I see the convenience store where Winter works at.
“Winter said you guys live around here, so I hope you don’t mind,” Danielle explains from the front seat. Minji and Hanni step out of the car, allowing for Winter and I to exit.
“See you guys around,” Hanni says, waving goodbye. My eyes meet Minji’s momentarily before we swiftly break away. Not even a second of eye contact and I can already feel my body temperature rising.
“Thanks for the ride! Byeeeeee!” Yujin exclaims as the car disappears down the street. The three of us say our goodbyes to each other before we go our separate ways.
A flurry of emotions fills my stomach as I look back on the oddly eventful day. What started as an excuse to get out of the house turned into my first time at the fair, with Minji no less. I couldn’t help but feel like I’m in some surreal dream and that I’ll wake up one day to find out that none of this ever happened. As odd as all of this feels, I have to admit that I did enjoy it. The ferris wheel especially was… fun.
As I enter my house, I see my dad sitting on the couch, watching some sitcom on the TV. Right. I completely forgot he’s “different” now.
“Hey, Yuno,” he greets, a bright smile on his face. It’s the first time in a while that I’ve seen his smile. “Did you eat? There’s leftover pizza in the fridge if you’re hungry. I tried to cook dinner, but it didn’t turn out right.” A hearty chuckle leaves his lips, a sound that I vaguely remember hearing years ago.
“I’m good. Thanks,” I say as I head towards the stairs. As my foot lands on the first step, a sudden impulse arises within me. “Uh, dad?”
“Hm?” His eyebrows perk up as he looks at me expectantly. I had no idea what I was planning on saying to him. Should I tell him about my day? Should I apologize? Should I tell him about my… “crush”? Is that what that is?
“Uh… Nevermind.” I hurry up the stairs, deciding against saying anything. My head was already filled to the brim with confusing emotions, I didn’t need to add more to the pile. I collapse onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling, the events of today playing in my mind like a broken record. I pull my phone out, fidgeting with the shiny piece of metal in my hand. Minji put her number in my phone. I can talk to her whenever I wanted to. And I do want to. My thumbs freeze right above the keyboard as I figure out what to say to her.
Maybe I should keep it simple with “Hey”. No, that’s too boring. How about “How are you feeling?” What am I, her doctor? Uhhh, maybe “I had fun today.” That’s stupid. Come on, think, Yuno, think. Fuck, I’m shit at this.
Is this what having a crush feels like? This sucks.
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Minji’s POV
“AGHHHHHHHHH!!!!” I scream into my pillow, hoping I don’t accidentally alert my parents to my “Teenage Angst”.
Minji!!! Why did you call him cute!? I mean, you’re not wrong, the way he got all embarrassed after missing the basketball hoop was kinda cut- WHAT!? WHAT ARE YOU EVEN THINKING RIGHT NOW!? ARGHHHHHH!!!
I hold onto my bear toy for comfort as I wrestle with the conflicting emotions in my head. Maybe this is just a result of all the stress from prom preparation clouding my judgement and sending me into a whirlwind of confusion. A day that was supposed to be full of leisure and enjoyment was instead full of jealousy and confusion. It wasn’t entirely bad though; riding the ferris wheel with Yuno was… nice. I feel my heart flutter in my chest as I recall that memory. Surely, Hanni’s teasing couldn’t be right… could it? Am I… in love with Yuno Lin?
#newjeans#kim minji#newjeans minji#kpop fanfic#kpop gg#minji x male oc#newjeans minji x male oc#minji x male reader#newjeans minji x male reader#fluff#minji fluff#newjeans minji fluff
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SOUR CHERRY
Luke Castellan x OC
"Fuck the God's, angel, you're mine."
Main Pairing ~ Luke Castellan x Daughter of Oizys!OC
Warnings ~ Depressing themes, failure, anger, and anxiety.
Spoilers ~ A Ton‼️
Masterpost ~ Here.
Beta Read/Edited ~ No (No beta lmao)
Word Count ~ 940 Words.
Chp Summary ~ December 21st, 2005. The day of the Winter Solstice, Luke Castellan's dark eye's scorned the God's as they argued. Usually, he smelled like sweet, fruity nectar; a concoction his own success and greatness. That day, he smelled like sour cherries.
Chp 1 ~ Failure and Success, Only One Step Apart
Failure smelt like a field of ripe strawberries and raw sap from pine needles.
Nisha thought she could smell failure because she couldn't taste success. Perhaps failure smelt so good, so sweet, because success was meant to be on a tongue. Victor's with glory tasted success and savored it on their taste buds, whilst failures smelt the sweet aroma only.
That was their punishment, the smell, not the taste, because a failure isn't good enough to have pleasantries on their tongue.
Failure and success were only one step away from each other after all.
No, failure didn't actually smell like the sweet labors of nature. Strawberries and pine was what Nisha with no last name associated it with though. It's how she smelt. Everyone's success and failure smelt vaguely different, Nisha just had a talent of picking out the scents.
Failure smelt like raw sugars with sour base notes.
It was unfiltered and not as sweet as success that smelt like a candy factory. It was as if the God's teased that failure smelt good, but not that good, so others should keep trying for success that smelt even better. It tasted even greater.
Lucus Castellan smelt like fruity, sweet, nectar. He smelt better than ambrosia hovering over her face and tasting like fresh strawberries. He is a true Demi-God prodigy that smelt like the embodiment of success.
However, on the night of December 21st, he smelt like wilting flowers, decaying tree bark, molding fruit, and ozone.
All those smells weren't necessarily bad, but they weren't great. It's like it poured from the tall teens pores though, etched into his skin as the Winter Scholastic ended in panic.
Nisha didn't allow the panic around her to consume her body or brain. Chiron ushered campers out of Olympus, and the God's angrily conversed in ancient Greek as the children fled. The only person in all of Olympus that smelt oddly good was Ares, the God of War.
Tears threatened to well up in Nisha's amber eyes as the smells of anxiety, despair, and sadness filled her nose. Her brain was hardwired to feel negative emotions deeper than anyone else as she could feel everyone's negative emotions. She fed off of failure, off of anxiety, but in the same breath she was riddled with it.
A Demi-Gods strength is a curse.
Nisha blinked her amber orbs and bit down on the plush flesh of her bottom lip. Campers talked worridly over head, not noticing her there. She had an essentially invisible presence if she didn't make herself known. Bile threatened to climb up her throat as Zeus yelled partially loud and lightning crackled around the room.
“My Master Bolt is gone, Apollo!” He screamed in ancient greek at the sun God. Apollo's blonde brows formed a crease in the middle of his golden brown forehead, his angelic features screwed up angrily.
The brown girl could smell sandalwood, unripe mandarin oranges, decaying red currants, and burnt moss. The prophetic healing God of the sun's thousand rays, was frustrated.
Campers flinched away from Zeus’ bright lightning and thunderous tone. He made startled yelps go around as campers filed through the sacred Olympus headquarters doors, and down the elevators in groups.
Nisha swallowed thickly, and took a deep breath, daring to focus on Ares, who smelt like a burning forest, gasoline, musky leather, and exotic lilies. The God smelt joyous, he was excited, and that was all the more reason for Nisha to be even more afraid.
Positive emotions were harder for her to sniff out, but it wasn't impossible.
Lucus Castellan wasn't far from her eyesight, his head was welted down to the floor as he carefully walked amongst his fellow campers. The Hermes cabin counselor ushered the younger campers out the large doors of Olympus with concern. He looked seemingly distant in presence, a far away look in his eyes as he was lost in thought.
Nisha separated herself from the two last groups of campers to peel from Olympus and down from the 600th floor of the Empire State Building. She crept next to Luke, who gestured his hands to keep the Demi-Gods moving.
He didn't notice her, nobody would, and that was just fine with Nisha. She blended into the shadows neatly, and kept up with the emotions flitting around the area.
Luke's dark curls were ruffled downwards, as If he had a hat or helmet covering his head prior to the incident. His orbs were dark like a clear night, and a gentle gleam of soft lilac shone underneath his downturned eyes. A sickly green color tinged his usually tan skin with a mulberry color blossoming on his jaw.
Nisha questioned how nobody noticed the boy's frazzled form. Her question was answered as the ignorant God's yelled in their mother tongue, and the centaur Chiron led children down the elevator. Ignorant is what they all were, it would be their downfall, Nisha suspected.
Luke takes one last look at the God's and his saddened scent of wilted flowers, decaying tree bark, moldy fruit, and essence of ozone washes away promptly. His eyes harden over like the night glaring down at cooled obsidian; the sharp igneous rocks attempt to cut at the Gods, who argue amongst themselves.
His plush lips were chapped, and when his hooded monolid twitched, his lip curled into a sneer of disgust, of anger.
Nisha can smell dead willows in full force with the undertones of rancid nuts and base notes of sour cherries.
That's what his fruity smell was; he smelt like cherries, and the ripe sourness of it promised wrath.
#luke castellan#luke castellan x oc#Luke Castellan x Fem!POC!OC#luke castellan x reader#??? kinda not rlly that really doesnt apply i dont think???#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson#original character#kinda dark luke castellan but not really#angry man#he wants revenge 🫢#protective luke castellan#obsessive luke castellan#oc flips the table on everyone fr#traumatized luke#oc is not percy she doesnt wanna kill gods or challenge gods or even see them she barely even wants to live fr#luke castellan headcanons#luke castellan imagine
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Hi everyone! My name is Amber and I’m 18 years old. My pronouns are she/her and it’s been a while since I’ve done one of these but I’ve rewatched all the Harry Potter movies and I’m kinda obsessed all over again. So long story short I’m just looking for some fellow Harry Potter roleplayers! I’m just craving to write pls someone😭😩 I’ve got so many ideas in my head and they won’t go away ahhaha.
I write on discord and I usually go past/ up to the 2,000 word limit on there! I’m detailed and add characterisation and detail to all the characters I play. I can play multiple characters and I’m comfortable with almost everything! I like writing smut but it’s not necessary, and I prefer dark themes but I also love fluff, angst ect ect. I love talking about our characters and sending things that make us think about our characters back and forth. I’m Oc friendly and love Oc x cc! I only double up as I am able to write more that way and the rp doesn’t die out that way. I also love having multiple threads but it’s not necessary!! Other things I absolutely love are stranger things, Harry styles, don’t worry darling, fresh, marvel and so many other things! Those are also the other fandoms I’m willing to do but there are more so feel free to ask if you want! I’d also love for someone to play draco for me but I’d also be willing to play draco for you too!
Here are the fandoms I do and the characters I’m comfortable with playing- they’ll be in bold and the ones I’m most interested in playing will have a star next to them:
Harry Potter: Fred Weasley*, George Weasley*, Cedric diggory*, Tom riddle*, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, ginny Weasley, Hermione granger, Snape, Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Bellatrix, neville longbottom, Seamus and many more!
Marvel: Tony stark, Steve Rogers*, Bucky barnes*, the winter soldier* Clint, Bruce banner, Thor, Loki*, Peter Parker, Wanda, Natasha and many more!
Stranger things: Henry creel/001, Vecna*, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson*, Billy Hargrove*, Nancy wheeler, Mike wheeler, will Byers, Dustin Henderson, Jason carver, Chrissy Cunningham, eleven, argyle, Jonathan Byers, Jim hopper and lots more!
Don’t worry darling: Jack chambers, Frank, Alice
Fresh: Steve, noa
The walking dead: Rick grimes, Shane Walsh, Carl grimes, Negan, Dwight, Abraham, Glenn, Maggie, Beth and tons more!
I also do celebs and everything! If any of this interests you feel free to like this post and I’ll get back to you!! Thank you so much!(:
Like this post and the asker will reach out!
#roleplay#roleplay ad#1x1 rp#dead dove roleplay#18+ rp#literate rp#harry potter rp#double up rp#marvel rp#stranger things rp#don’t worry darling rp#fresh rp#the walking dead rp
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I might be making some Disney twisted wonderland incorrect quotes or scenes where MC/Yuu is married to one of the characters and has kids. And this post is going to be about the kids name and who are the parents and how many kids. So kinda like an OCS and head cannons. PT one
MC/Yuu x Ace Trappola- one or two kids if it two kids the oldest would be a girl named Anna May Trappola and the youngest would be a boy name Ethan Ace Trappola. If it's one a boy.
MC/Yuu × Deuce Spade- two kids one boy and one girl. The boy would be the oldest and be named Daniel Gabriel Spade, the girl would be the youngest and be named Gabriella Lynn Spade.
MC/Yuu × Cater Diamond- two kids both girls named Caroline Ann Diamond and Casey Marie Diamond. Caroline is the oldest and Casey is the youngest.
MC/Yuu × Trey Clover- three or two kids. If it's two kids both boys the oldest being named Travis Trey Clover and the youngest being named Nicholas Daniel Clover. If it's three two girls and one boy. The oldest is a girl and is named Taylor Raylynn Clover and the middle will be the boy and be named Travis Trey Clover and the other girl will be the youngest and would be named Kaylee Marie Clover.
MC/Yuu × Riddle Rosehearts. One or two kids. If it's one kid it will be a boy named Noah Davis Rosehearts. If it's two both boys the oldest boy still being named Noah Davis Rosehearts the youngest would be named Isaac Riddle Rosehearts.
MC/Yuu × Jack howl- two kids at the most. Both girls the oldest would be named Jane Daisy Howl and the youngest would be named Hallie Lynn Howl.
MC/Yuu × Ruggie Bucchi- like Jack two kids at the most one girl and one boy. The boy is the oldest and is named Ryan Tripp Bucchi and the youngest is the girl and is named Grace Quinn Bucchi.
MC/Yuu × Leona Kingscholar. One kid no more just one. And it would be a girl named Laura Lynn Kingscholar.
MC/Yuu × Jade leech- two or three, two would probably be twins since twins run in his family both boys named Kyle Adam Leech and Jason Adam Leech. If it's three still twin boys and one girl. The twins will be the oldest and still be named Kyle Adam Leech and Jason Adam Leech the girl will be the youngest and named Hannah Isabella Leech.
MC/Yuu × Floyd Leech- three. One being a pair of girl twins and one being a boy. The twins would be the oldest and would be named Donna Marie Leech and the other twin would be named Leah Marie Leech and the youngest is the boy named Lucas Floyd Leech.
Azul Ashengrotto- two both girls the oldest is named Abigail Elizabeth Ashengrotto and the youngest is named Ashley May Ashengrotto.
Kalim Al- Asim- probably 6 or five kids, yes I know it's a lot but he grew up with tons of brothers and sisters. If it's six kids four girls and two boys, the oldest is one of the girls named Kylie Grace Al- Asim, the second oldest would be one of the boys and named Kayden Isaiah Al- Asim, the third would be the second boy named Kade Adam Al Asim, the fourth would be another girl named Stacey Marie Al Asim, and the youngest two would be girl twins named Star River Al Asim and Treasure Ray Al Asim five kids: two boys and three girls.
Jamil Viper- one or two kids. If it's one it would be a boy named Lucas Benjamin Viper if it's two both girls the oldest girl would be named Jamie Isabella Viper and the youngest named Joanna Marie Viper.
In pt 2 I'll do the others
#twisted wonderland#disney twst#twst mc#ace trappola#riddle rosehearts#trey clover#cater diamond#floyd leech#jade leech#jack howl#ruggie bucchi#leona kingscholar#jamil viper#kalim al asim#twisted wonderland headcannons
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The Sky's the Limit
Summer Break Challenge, Day 4: Travel (1)
Ava Campbell x Charlie Weasley
Because *some* of my OCs (not Ava, Ava is lovely... most times) are impossible, today there will be not one but two stories for this prompt. The second will go live tonight to give this one here a little more room 💙
Find all the stories of this challenge here. This challenge was created by the lovely @usernoneexistent
“Where, in the name of Arthur, Merlin, and Morgana, are my gloves?”
Ava stood in the middle of the small, colourfully decorated room in the Burrow with her hands stemmed into her hips. Pursing her lips, her eyes wandered over the mess she had created on the hunt for her Curse-Breaker’s gloves. This chaos wasn’t helping; it wasn’t helping at all.
With a flick of her wand, she made the clothes and documents she had pulled from her bags sort themselves into neat piles and went through them methodically, one after the other.
Ava sighed frustratedly when she still couldn’t find what she had been looking for. If her gloves weren’t in Charlie’s old room, they could be anywhere in the Burrow; with Charlie’s younger siblings, a ghoul, and a plethora of garden gnomes on the loose, the possibilities where they could have gone in the last two weeks were endless.
Ava forced herself to breathe in deeply, pinching the bridge of her nose with her fingers as she exhaled. She wasn’t even halfway through her packing list, and the Portkey to Brazil would leave at the crack of dawn. She had been aware that bringing her equipment to the Burrow would be inefficient, to say the least, but she had missed Charlie too much to pass up on the chance to spend more time with him while they were both in the same country. With the constant hustle and bustle of the Weasley home, however, Ava had begun looking forward to the quiet solitude of the rainforest more and more.
Behind Ava, the door opened and Charlie peeked into the room. His eyebrows rose as he took in the piles of books, vials, scrolls and clothes scattered on every surface available. “Are you still packing?”
Ava gave him a dark look. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
“Turning my room into a bookstore.” Charlie eyed one of the knives lying on top of his desk sceptically. “Or a survival shop, I’m not quite sure yet.”
“Funny,” Ava replied flatly. “When you’re done, make yourself useful and help me find my gloves. I can’t find them anywhere.”
“Have you lost them?”
“Am I talking in riddles?” Ava snapped, regretting her irritated tone immediately. She took a deep breath. “Sorry. Yes, they appear to be lost. Godric knows where they are.”
“Have you tried summoning them?” Ava’s look was scalding, and Charlie quickly raised his hands placatingly. “Okay, okay. It was only a suggestion. Calm down.”
“I can calm down when I have my gloves. All I want is to get my packing done. Is that too much to ask?” Ava knew it wasn’t Charlie’s fault, but her whole schedule was messed up, she still had tons of things to think about and, come to think of it, she wasn’t even sure she had eaten anything since breakfast.
Charlie looked at her for a long moment. Then, he nodded to himself. “I think I have a solution for your problem,” he said as he slowly backed out of the room. “Wait right here. Don’t move.”
“What are you doing?” Ava called after him with a frown. “Charlie?”
“I’ll be right back!” was all she heard before his footsteps sounded on the creaking wooden steps.
It wasn’t long before Ava heard him coming back. Charlie entered his room with a mischievous smile and hands hidden behind his back. Pulling her head from the massive trunk she was stuffing with research notes, Ava gave him a sceptical look.
“Have you found my gloves?”
“No,” Charlie smirked, “even better.” He drew his hands to the front, and, despite herself, Ava had to stifle a chuckle. His hands were formed into bowls, filled to the brim with blackberries from the bushes in the Weasleys’ orchard. Holding the berries out to her, Ava picked one and put it in her mouth. It was still warm from the sun and tasted deliciously sweet. A smile forming on her face, Ava went to get another, but Charlie quickly moved his hands out of her reach.
“If you want more, you’ll have to come with me,” he grinned, walking backwards and away from her. Ava raised an eyebrow.
“You could just give them to me and let me work.”
“You work too much. The sun is shining and the blackberries are begging to be picked.” Even though he was facing backwards as he walked down the stairs, he never stumbled once. Despite the years he’d been living abroad, his feet still remembered the steps of his childhood home as if he were climbing them every day.
“You did a good job picking them for me,” Ava laughed, taking two steps at a time to catch up with him. “Give them to me!”
“If you want them, come and get them.”
Charlie turned, bounding down the stairs and outside through the kitchen door, Ava hot on his heels. She pursued him until they had reached the edge of the garden, where she stopped in surprise.
There, in the middle of the lawn, a picnic blanket was lying. A small basket was sitting on it, filled with more blackberries and various other pieces of fruit Charlie had picked from the orchard. Charlie took her by the hand and pulled her toward the blanket.
“You work too much,” he said again, not teasingly anymore. “You don’t take care of yourself. I don’t want you to waste this beautiful day by being stressed.”
“I am stressed if work gets left undone,” Ava sighed but let Charlie pull her down onto the blanket anyway. “Travelling for a living is only half as glamorous as it sounds.”
“Then let me take you travelling for fun,” Charlie said, sounding completely earnest. “No work, no packing, just you and me, here and now.”
Ava, who had been in the process of bringing another blackberry to her mouth, stopped mid-motion. “I hardly believe that’s possible.”
“Let’s just try, shall we?” Charlie winked and lay onto his back, motioning for Ava to do the same. After a moment’s hesitation and a handful more berries, she did as he had asked her to.
“And what now?”
“Now,” Charlie said, “we travel.”
Ava giggled. “How? And where?”
“So many questions,” Charlie said mysteriously. “The answer is so close. Where do you want to go?”
Curious where he was going with this, Ava thought about it for a moment. “The mountains,” she decided eventually.
“Fantastic. Close your eyes.”
“Charlie, honestly….”
“Trust me. Close your eyes.”
With a sigh, Ava closed her eyes. A shadow fell over her and she could smell the blackberries on Charlie’s breath as he gently blew against her face. She had to laugh at the sensation.
“Alright, open your eyes.”
Charlie moved back so that the sun was falling onto Ava’s skin again. She opened her eyes and squinted at the sudden brightness before casting a sceptical look around.
“Still looks very much like your parents’ garden. Not that I’m surprised,” she added with a wry chuckle.
“But it’s not,” Charlie insisted. “Look!” He pointed upwards into the cornflower-blue sky, over which big white clouds were drifting. “I can see a big mountain right there. Its peak is a little flat, but the slopes are steep. I bet you have the best view of the valleys from up there. It seems to be a little fuzzy on the one side, don’t you think?”
“Might be trees,” Ava smiled, crossing her arms behind her head. “Or shrubbery, depending on the altitude. There might even be snow on top.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Why not?”
“Because there’s obviously dragons living on this mountain, and when there’s dragons -”
“- the ambient temperature rises,” Ava finished his sentence with a grin. “Obviously.”
“You remember that?”
“Don’t act so surprised,” Ava laughed. “I couldn’t not remember if I tried. And I tried.”
“Why even would you want to forget something as essential as this?”
“Because even my brain only has so much room to spare for useless dragon facts.”
“Dragon facts,” Charlie declared matter-of-factly, “are never useless.”
Ava chuckled and leaned against Charlie’s chest as he draped his arm around her. “No, I guess not.”
They lay there for a bit, enjoying the sun and the smell of grass and honeysuckle as they watched the clouds drift by above their heads. It was comfortable silence they shared, each of them lost in their own thoughts.
“You know,” Ava said after a while. “One day, I’d like to travel with you.”
“I thought we are right now,” Charlie mumbled. He had his eyes closed, his face relaxed.
“I mean, for real,” Ava said and turned onto her stomach, watching how the sunlight caught in Charlie’s hair. “Not for work or visiting each other. A real adventure, with just you and me.”
“And where would you like to go?”
Ava’s eyes went back to the cloud she had been watching. “The sky’s the limit.”
Charlie opened his eyes and turned his head toward her. “Just you and I sounds lovely, no matter where we are. One day, we’ll do that.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
He leaned in to kiss her when his attention was drawn away by something rustling in the bushes. A moment later, a pair of gnomes flitted past, trailing something behind them that looked suspiciously like Ava’s missing gloves. Charlie sighed and got to his feet.
“The next adventure looks like I have some gnome hunting, it seems.”
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Hi! Sorry if i disturb you. I really like your art style and i saw some of your silm ocs. Please, do tell tell more about them! I d love to hear x) If you are willing, ofc!
Thank you so much!!! You didn’t disturb me at all I love asks 🥰🥰 especially about my ocs!
I have 3 silm/lotr ocs (I’m sure I’ll make more at some point lol) but here are the girlies:
This is Morianar, I made her waaaaay back in middle school. She was one of my first ocs ever and when I made her she was Morianar Greenleaf, Legolas’ sister, but she’s grown a ton in the decade since. She’s so iconic that the url of my Tolkien blog is her name ( @morianar ). Morianar is a Moriquendi Avari, meaning she was one of the first elves to be awakened in Cuiviénen after Varda finished creating the final stars. She has forgotten her old name and instead ops to use the name given to her during the first age, Morianar, meaning Dark Sun. After wandering Arda until the final years of the Trees. She then settles in Greenwood with many other Silvan and establishes the kingdom of Greenwood. She is accepting of the Sindarian refugees from Doriath and Sirion in a very “this could be fun” kind of way. She is much more involved in the events of the 2nd age. She fights (unwillingly) alongside Oropher in the Dead Marshes and in the War of the Last Alliance and the The Battle of Dagorlad. She steps up to lead the armies of Greenwood in place of Thranduil when he is distraught with grief after the deaths of his wife, mother and father, speaking for him in war councils with the other Elven lords. During the 3rd age she is captain of the guard of Mirkwood and fights in the Battle of Five Armies. During the War of the Ring she fights for her home in Mirkwood and follows Legolas to Ithilien afterwards. She stays until every silvan elf has departed for Valinor. She then wanders Middle Earth until February 17 in the year 6592 of the 4th age, sailing to Valinor on the very final elven ship after running out of excuses to stay on Arda. Because of her age and status she usually ends up becoming the reluctant mom friend of any group she’s apart of, she’s extremely competent in all things weapons and survival and will always be down to get drunk and start a fight. She’s a very “do as I say not as a do” kind of person :)
This is Nallámoro Lothmeril, she is a Maia of Irmo and Yavanna who decided to stay on Arda after The War of Wrath. She lives in various forests and caves and becomes kind of a local cryptid in whatever town she’s closest to and if you come across her she’ll give you a weird vague riddle about your future. She’s well known among the Ents and the Dúnedain rangers. Sometimes a stray hobbit or elf will encounter her and get one helluva story out of it. She’s 10 feet tall and is just a big weirdo I ❤️ her so much
Quellë is my last lotr oc, unfortunately I don’t have any actual drawings of her yet and her personality is still kind of up in the air lol. All I know about her so far is that she’s a ñoldor elf who lives in Imladris and is an archery instructor and painter. Her parents were followers of one of Fëanor’s sons (probably Curufin cause he’s my fave <3) she’s a super young elf and was born sometime during the beginning of the 3rd age
Sorry this was long lol hope you enjoyed! I’m an artist not a writer so sorry if none of this is coherent 😌
#if you notice any historical inaccuracies no you don’t <3#ask#my characters#Tolkien ocs#morianar#nallámoro lothmeril#quellë
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The three faces of Tom Riddle in the HP fandom:
The Teenage Dream:
The Sexy/Dark Professor:
And finally, THE Daddy:
Note: Predominant factor, killer cheekbones.
That's it, that was all the post
#tom riddle#ton riddle x oc#tom riddle x reader#tomione#tomarry#lord voldemort#voldemort#dramione#tom riddle imagine#hogwarts#harry potter#hermione granger#draco malfoy#christian coulson#tom hughes#cillian murphy
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Azul Ashengrotto x Fem!Reader | What’s going on?-
BTW- YOU ARE IN THE OCTAVINELLE DORM AND MY AU IS ALSO IN THIS ONE SHOT-
If you haven't seen the one shot where I explained my AU. (7Dorms x She!Demon! Reader)
Then here's the explanation.
In my AU, the headmaster allows females to begin attending NRC the same year Yuu is brought into Twisted Wonderland, (Yuu isn't in this one shot) and that means there is also female dorm head and vice dorm heads for each dorm to even things out for the female's.
(This also means that my OC's will probably have a appearance in this as the readers friends)
Warnings : There will be a ton of cussing so if you are uncomfortable with cussing then please leave.
Anyways- I hope you enjoy reading this one shot!
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO KAYLA!?" (Y/n) shouted as she ran with Kayla in the halls of NRC.
"Oh! Nothing much- Just teased him a bit and I think he said something about the rules of the Queen of Hearts." Kayla said nonchalantly.
"STOP RUNNING IN THE HALLS!" Riddle shouted with a red face as he sped walked towards them.
"What the fuck- how is he still behind us!?" (Y/n) panted.
"It's because your slow." Kayla giggled as an irk mark appeared on (Y/n)'s forehead.
"Not everyone is as athletic as you! And plus I don't have someone that would fricking wake me up early in the morning just to run with them!" (Y/n) shouted at Kayla who only grinned.
"Whatever!~ let's just focus on escaping!" Kayla said as she grabbed (Y/n)'s wrist and sped up their pace.
"STOPDRAGGINGMEEEE!"
(Y/n) cried.
Kayla's eyes widened a bit before abruptly stopping and letting go of (Y/n)'s wrist on accident causing (Y/n) to go flying.
"REEEEEEEE- OOF" (Y/n) cried before landing into something.
Or someone...
She crashed into Azul-
Azul fucking Ashengrotto-
"Oopsie daisy~" Kayla giggled.
(Y/n) turned red as she looked up at Azul, she had crashed into him making them both fall onto the ground.
"P-Prefect!" (Y/n) stuttered as she abruptly stood up and offered her hand out to him.
"I'm quite fine, do not worry." Azul smiled up at her before standing up.
He fixed his glasses before sharply glaring at Kayla.
"But you..... Wreaking havoc again are you? why did you have to drag this poor unfortunate soul along with you?" Azul asked while Kayla giggled.
"She is my best friend what did you expect?~" Kayla grinned while shrugging.
"She's stuck with me forever and ever!" Kayla cheered.
(Y/n) laughed nervously as Azul glared at Kayla who was poking her tongue at him.
"So how do you two know each other?..." (Y/n) asked, suddenly the both of them turned their attention to her.
"Bumped into him on the first day when i was looking for Jack, stuck up brat wouldn't watch where he was going when he was wearing glasses." Kayla rolled her eyes as she put her hands on her hips.
Azul rolled his eyes at that then pushed his glasses up again.
"See, he ain't denying it." Kayla gestured towards him.
(Y/n) snorted at her comment while Azul began glaring at Kayla again.
"Well who is your friend Kayla, i believe i have seen her but i don't know where..." Azul asked as he inspected (Y/n) making her blush.
"Bruh- she's in our dorm? hellooooo??? No but seriously, i'm surprised you don't know her." Kayla said as she gestured towards (Y/n).
"She IS. Pretty famous in MagiCam and MagiDance just like I- the great female prefect of Octavinelle REMEMBER." Kayla said.
"You ain't too great." Azul said without looking at Kayla. She made hmph sound.
Thats right, You, a.k.a (Y/n) (L/n) is a famous influencer.
"Oh is that Floyd i see in the distance?" Azul said as he looked down the hall, suddenly a 'eek' sound was heard then Kayla ran off toward's the direction Azul was looking in.
"Hey!..- She forgot about me..."
(Y/n) mumbled.
"She's so easy to fool." Azul rolled his eyes as he turned his attention back onto (Y/n).
"Wait- you were lying!?" (Y/n)'s eyes widened as Azul smirked.
"But.. Why!?" (Y/n) asked in shock.
"No reason in particular." Azul Smiled at (Y/n).
(Y/n) blushed as she bit the inside of her cheek.
"Now that she isn't here, what is your name?" Azul smiled at her.
"I-It's (Y/n).." (Y/n) grew redder.
"What a lo-" Azul was cut off by a high pitched screech.
"YOU LYING PIECE OF SHIT! TRYING TO GET SOME ALONE TIME WITH MA GORL- AND NOW I'VE GOT RIDDLE AFTER MY ASS!" Kayla cried as she ran towards Azul and (Y/n) with Riddle tailing her.
"W-Wait you idiot! Your gon-" Azul was cut off by being dragged by Kayla, she had also managed to grab (Y/n) as well.
"YOU IDIOT LET GO!"
"NO YOU BROUGHT THIS UPON YOURSELF!"
"STOP RUNNING IN THE HALLS!"
"SHUDDAP RIDDLE WE ARE CURRENTLY TRYING TO ESCAPE YOUR SHORT ASS-"
"YOU IDIOT YOU JUST MAD HIM MADDER!"
(Y/n) bursted into a fit of laughter catching Azul's and Kayla's attention quickly.
"Eh?~ whats so funny??" Kayla asked as she stared at (Y/n).
"HEY YOU IDIOT LOOK STRAIGHT AHE-" Azul was cut off by Kayla bumping into the fountain.
SPLASH
"You dumb bitch..." (Y/n) face palmed as a red collar her neck her figure soaked because of the fact they went flying into the fountain.
Kayla huffed as she as well had a red collar around her neck.
"You truly are stupid." Azul said as he put his glasses back on. He too, had a red collar around his neck.
"Shut up!"
Kayla had now latched onto Floyd's arm as he raised it up and down, she had an oddly satisfied look- it looked like she was melting.
"Is she... okay?.." (Y/n) sweat dropped as she watched Kayla.
"Yup, always happens. She likes to latch onto Floyd as much as possible." Azul rolled his eyes.
"Hmm, you seem quite nice. We should talk more often." Azul smiled as he stared at (Y/n) who blushed.
"Oh- uh- a-sure..." (Y/n) fiddled with her thumbs, Azul chuckled.
"Oh my you are quite adorable." Azul smiled making her blush even more.
Bonus -
"Look at those two dorks, hopelessly in love." Kayla grinned as she pointed at Azul and (Y/n).
"Eh?~ How long do you think it's gonna take them to start dating?" Floyd asked as he stared at them.
"I say about a year since it's our Azul we are talking about." Jade hummed.
"I think a year is a bit much." Floyd said.
"With me along you know it's gonna take less then a year." Kayla said.
They all looked at each other then grinned.
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Two Sides of the Coin (17)
Chapter 17: Deliverance | Jidné Sheedra x Cal Kestis
Summary: Hell-bent on exacting revenge and retrieving the Holocron, the dreaded Darth Vader is now on the hunt for the young Jedi Knight, Cal Kestis. Under the assumption that he still possessed the artifact, while fueled by the intrigue of the boy’s strength and skill with the Force, the dark lord hires the bounty hunter, Jidné Sheedra, to track him down and have him delivered alive. However, the task becomes a trial for young Jidné, as she faces a conflict that tests her beliefs of a scarred past she had hidden for so long.
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Tags: Fem OC, Jidné Sheedra, Force-Sensitive! Fem OC, Bounty Hunter! Fem OC, Jedi! Fem OC | Special tags: Sixth Sister! Fem OC, Inquisitor! Fem OC, Twi’lek Inquisitor, OC Twi’lek
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Jidné strolled to the meadow and settled herself by the bank of the waterfall’s pool, something about that spot calmed her and so she chose it as a meditation spot. She unclipped her saber from her belt, nestling it in the curve of her palm and then her other hand cradled the three strands of beads. The smooth, dainty baubles ran between her forefinger and thumb as her hand followed its length.
She clutched onto the longer strand, the chipping of the color at the edges were more visible when brought closer, the dust that never washed away reminded her of the Purge; the Jedi holds her saber with both hands with great care and devoutness.
“Master…” the air answered her call, a gust of cold wind blew the wisps of her fringe, it’s as though the wind cradled her face in its hands.
She urged herself to open her eyes, and slowly, she did just so.
Standing in front of her again is a vision of her late master, but this one is very much different than the last. A venerable air loomed around the figure of the vision, compared to the last one that felt stale, heavy, and hostile.
“You’re right, I’m may not be the Padawan you trained and hoped to be… but I’m the Padawan you left behind—along with the teachings you’ve given me all my life.”
The walking memory spoke nothing, instead, she smiled and walked closer. Nomara’s Force Ghost was just two paces shy from the line between water and land. She knelt in the same manner as her broken apprentice, now grown into a young woman and no longer a child, in Jidné’s eyes the appearance of Nomara’s ghost was so opaque that she almost seemed real.
“Master… If that was your way of testing me, then whatever the result I will accept—it just means I have a long way to go, but I know you’ll always be there to guide me… like you always have.”
Jidné wondered if her hand would feel soft, warm flesh. She was startled by the answer of her unspoken question when the Force Ghost’s hand nestled under her jaw. From that touch, her heart leaped wildly, skipping a beat one after the other; she couldn’t pinpoint if this was grief or joy—whichever it was, she perfectly knows that she’s been yearning this comforting touch from Master Anesh.
Tears streamed ceaselessly from her eyes, her breath shuddered as she tried to regain the rhythm of her breathing while savoring the feeling of Anesh’s touch—albeit only a vision. The Force Ghost never spoke a word, but the genuine, affirming smile didn’t disappear. The Jedi girl’s eyelids drooped, savoring the surreal yet warm caress of her master, she dared to hoist her own hand up to clutch back the hand… only to touch her own jaw.
Her eyes shot up and found the waterfall’s pool absent of any Force Ghost standing on the water as if it was the floor. Although, it felt like she’s had some kind of closure, and that was enough. Jidné mounted a Q’aval and she spurred the steed, galloping to an area of the forest where she and Cal have agreed to meet.
“Did I make you wait too long?” the girl beamed, dismounting the animal.
“Not really,”
The pair hiked through the forest, finding eroded structures such as a bridge over the river in the deeper part of the woods, hinting that this location must have connected to Diitana and its other villages before the overgrowth set in.
Jidné scaled the thick railing of the bridge and walked on its length like a tightrope as they walked. She slightly bobbed left and right, Cal held her one hand that’s closest to him as she continued to gently tread the bridge’s fence.
“Be careful or you’ll fall,”
“Would you catch me if I did?”
“Sure I will!”
Cal caught Jidné, holding her by the waist as she hopped down once she’s reached the end; her bead tassels faintly rattled and swung wildly after landing on the balls of her feet back onto the soil. The two were faced with a wide section of the woods, shaded by the great trees forming a large canopy over their heads—shielding them from the sun—and framed by the river snaking along the edge where the bridge stood.
At first glance, there was an eerie emptiness to it, which Cal found oddly serene and calming. He felt Jidné’s grip loosening around his fingers, he took it as a sign of caution; he takes notice of her irises carefully rolling from one side to the other, examining the breadth.
“Something wrong?”
“No, I…” she trailed off. “I thought I heard something. Probably an animal.”
The girl’s feet hesitated another step forward. Cal gently dragged her along and her legs were finally coaxed into moving. Jidné dismisses whatever it is that she felt as nothing—though her senses were still keen from earlier, the feeling that was left behind in her after that last encounter with Nomara’s Force Ghost is still fresh in her.
“What do you think was in here before?” the redhead wondered out loud.
Looking around, it seemed to be an open base until it was eventually abandoned for reasons unknown. Small structures and machines still stood, however, they’re already riddled with signs of negligence and weathering over time.
“Could’ve been a town outpost,” guessed Jidné. “Looks like one anyway.”
The two explored the desolate checkpoint, as well as ID-3 and BD-1 who filled their databanks with tons of scans around the place. Cal did more investigating rather than exploring it: picking up objects and using his Psychometry on them. He takes a small, tattered leather satchel leaning against one of the vapor towers and detects its Force Echo.
“This was place was an outpost all right, this was also a hotspot for wandering traders,”
“Until no one came here anymore,” Jidné finished.
“Wooo…” the probe droid lowed a sad yet spooked tone at Jidné’s sentence, to which she immediately consoled him that nothing’s going to hurt them in there.
On the northernmost point of the outpost was a path that may lead to the badlands, but the view comprised mostly path that connects the transitioning from desert to forest—and vice versa—as well as a view of the trenches that framed the road.
“Travelers who came from the direction of the badlands surely stopped here for rest and restocking supplies, until they reached Diitana,” the girl hypothesized.
“Well, that does explain some of the cluttered stuff. Do you think they were in a hurry to leave?”
“More like in a hurry to run,”
Cal shot her a look with a raised eyebrow, “From what?”
Both heads jerked to the empty space in front of them, their attention drawn by an incoherent roar in the distance followed by the rustling of the treetops and startled birds.
“Probably that,” blurted the girl.
“Come on, let’s mosey on other places where that thing won’t find us,”
It was most unusual for a pair of Jedi to take a stroll into the heart of the forest, though the fresh air that filled their lungs and the tranquility put their worries at bay. They came across another bank and rested there, refreshing their parched throats with the sweet, clear water.
“You know, you fit right in the crew,” Cal blurted out of nowhere.
The girl turned around and sat beside the redheaded Jedi, curious to know more with what he said.
“Oh?” she drew her legs up so she can rest her chin atop her knees. “You’d want me to tag along?”
“Why not? We can travel as a pair with our ships, I didn’t say we’d leave your freighter behind,”
Jidné smiled at the idea. She felt warm and fuzzy all of a sudden, then her mind began imagining what misadventures she, Cal, and the crew would bump into. The Mantis crew had a different flavor of fun in their mishaps, Jidné almost missed that feeling—it would’ve been nice to experience it all over again, this time, she won’t be alone in doing so.
“You’ll have more time to think about it later,” Cal leaned closer and planted a kiss on her forehead, the quick peck took her by surprise—the same way his kiss on her cheek did—and scrambled up to his feet, offering her his hand in the next second.
They decided to take on the path where the road connects the forest and badlands—a canyon pass, which they learned its moniker from the locals: the Red Wall. They stepped out of the green and yonder into the blood-orange trench. The roof of the trench was a gaping space where the sun managed to peek its rays through, as the two walls of rock split open to produce a wide, winding path.
As one would expect, the desert was barren and almost devoid of anything organic. The canyon was no stranger to that setting. The wind was beginning to pick up and dust was pricking the two youngsters’ faces so they shield themselves with the flaps of their cowl and poncho until the gust dies down. When it did, ID-3’s rather sensitive scanners were picking a signal, his tiny satellite dish spinning erratically on his head.
“What is it, ID?”
“BEEE-TRILL!!! CHIRP!”
“What?!”
Before Jidné could understand what ID-3 meant by “a lot of Imperial signals” the collective clicking sound of blaster rifles being cocked came from all directions, white-clad figures started materializing through the setting sand, but what alarmed the two young Jedi the most was the sound of a third saber being activated—followed by a throaty yet feminine chuckle.
“I have a bad feeling about this,” Cal moaned.
The sand had finally cleared, and just like in Jidné’s memory, they were surrounded by Stormtroopers, led by a red female Twi’lek clad in a black ensemble with the bright white insignia of the Empire stamped on her gauntlets.
The Sixth Sister carried herself in a menacing yet graceful stride, emphasizing her height over the pair whom she perceived as mere children; her lightsaber—as crimson as her skin-glowed in her hand, while a smirk plays along the edge of her lips.
Cal ignited her saber upon sight of the new Inquisitor, readying himself in a defensive starting stance as he usually does, the smirk in the enemy’s lips grew. Due to his spiked alertness, he didn’t realize that Jidné hasn’t activated hers, instead, she stuck close against his back—quite reminiscent of her final scenario with Master Anesh against their clone troopers.
“Well, well,” the Inquisitor uttered in a singsong tune. Her eyes examined the boy from head to toe, her mouth finally stretched across her face to reveal a pearly white, fanged grin. “Look what we have here.”
“You’re new,” Cal blurted.
“And you must be Cal Kestis,” the Sixth Sister cooed. “Do me a favor and stand still while we cuff you up. Unless, you wanna do this the hard way.”
She peeked over Cal to find Jidné taking a sideways glance over her own shoulder.
“Well done, Jidné, just like Lord Vader asked—though a little overdue, if I may say so,”
Jidné’s eyebrows furrowed together until her forehead creased. Her heart raced so ceaselessly that her breathing couldn’t possibly keep up. Her brain sent out a string of sentences—almost causing a haywire—that when spoken, it’d be so fast-paced to comprehend, but the only thing that stuck in her head is Vader.
Cal’s mind as well ran endlessly and yet couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that the Sixth Sister had just said. His grip around the hilt shook and loosened, eyes wide with bewilderment and confusion as he slowly turns to the girl he thought was an ally.
“Ji-Jidné…? You?”
The Inquisitor read the room and chortled once.
“You never told him?” she then turned to Cal. “She was sent out to get you—because apparently you have something of great importance to Lord Vader.”
Cal heard the Twi’lek but didn’t listen, he kept his eyes on Jidné, desperately searching for the truth to come out of her mouth or see it in her eyes.
“You’re a bounty hunter? And you never told me?”
“I was going to hand you over…” she murmured only within his earshot, the pressure’s taking its toll on her that she doesn’t have the strength to make her voice louder. “Until I decided not to anymore.”
Before Cal could even process what she meant, the Twi’lek signaled the Stormtoopers—one of them produced binders for Cal, another shoved Jidné away for her to watch him be apprehended right in front of her, whilst the rest of them close in around with caution around the Jedi boy. By instinct, Cal fought back—particular the Stormtrooper who held the cuffs and the other who pushed Jidné away.
A single swing of his saber and the Sixth Sister brandished hers in the speed of lightning. The boy could feel the glow pulsing out of the red beam hovering at mere inches away from his only flawless cheek.
“I wouldn’t go for it if I were you, ginger,” the Twi’lek blurted.
Cal lowered his saber and switched it off, prompting the Stormtroopers to continue what they should be doing to him. The trooper confiscated the Jedi’s weapon and took his hands to his back and secured the metal binders around his wrists. Deep inside Jidné, she wanted to whip out her saber and take them all on—she even dared in her mind to face the Sixth Sister—but it would be doubly difficult for herself and Cal, should he ever choose to back her up.
“Take him away,” Sixth Sister aloofly waved her hand, gesturing at the troopers to put Cal into the transport shuttle at the end of the trench.
“No…!” Jidné exclaimed out of the blue.
The Inquisitor immediately reacted to it, “No?”
She made a back-and-forth glance between the cuffed boy and the girl standing there frozen, another sardonic laugh came out of her throat and she felt the need to tilt her head back for emphasis.
“Oooh, dear gods!” she sighed. “Honey, you can’t be serious?”
The two Jedi stood there in silence, eyes shifting between one another and then to the Sixth Sister, this urged her to elaborate. She strode towards Jidné and cupped her jaw, taking the Jedi girl by surprise; she tried to fight it, slightly thrashing her head to shake off the Inquisitor’s grasp but to no avail.
“Don’t tell me, sweetie, you’ve fallen for the boy?”
Upon asking the question, Cal skidded his boots against the soil, halting his pace to anticipate Jidné’s response.
The Inquisitor’s reply was a low growl rumbling within Jidné’s throat—it did very little to intimidate her, it rather amused her, and she took it as a yes. A pink line appeared on the girl’s jaw underneath the older humanoid’s long, polished fingernails. She licked her lips and grinned.
“That’s cute…” she clicked her tongue. “But sad.”
The Sixth Sister shoved Jidné’s face away from her hand, finally letting her go. Her suggestive, coy tone transformed into a firm and demanding one. She turned aroud as she followed behind the Stormtoopers pushing Cal into their vessel.
“Chart a course to Mustafar,” the Twi’lek stopped and turned around to find Jidné standing as still as a rock pillar. “Oh, you’re coming too, Jidné, sweetie. Can’t collect your bounty without getting it from the source, hmm?”
The whole time as they walked through the rest of the canyon pass, Jidné can’t find the strength to look at Cal in the eye and face him as this revelation unfurls at this very moment. Having no other choice, she pressed a button on her right-hand gauntlet which remotely activated and controlled the Scarab—even from afar. A distant rumble thundered, followed by the whirring of an engine’s throttle until the sound got closer and louder.
The Scarab zoomed past above their heads and—using her gauntlet remote—landed right beside the deep gray transport shuttle waiting for them at the end of the path. The exit ramp unfolded as soon as its landing gears touched the drought-plagued soil. She entered the safety of the Scarab, but she wasn’t exactly relieved—not the slightest bit.
“Beee, chirp trill?”
“I know, ID, and it’s all my fault!” she retorted, her anger mixing with her stress heavily affected her speaking tone. She marched to the cockpit and settled herself on the captain’s seat.
From where she sat, she watched the bevy of Stormtroopers herd Cal into the transport while the Twi’lek Inqusiitor was the last board the shuttle—before she did, she gave Jidné a passing glance when she turned in the direction of the Scarab’s windshield. Jidné watched steadily until the entry ramp sealed off the hole where all of the passengers of the transport went through.
“I should’ve told him earlier on,” she snarled, regretting the moment of telling the truth too late. She slapped her forehead. “Fucking idiot!”
Cal was relieved of the handcuffs when he was thrown into the holding area guarded by a pair of Stormtroopers on the other side of the door. During occasional peeks through the small rectangle on the door that served as a window, the soldiers found him surprisingly still and calm, one guessed that he was trying to sleep through the trip.
In truth, Cal has spaced out for he can’t pinpoint the emotions that’s gathered in his very being and all of them revolved around Jidné. He starts with his infatuation for her until, it would be violently interrupted by the loud confusion that birthed from the moment the Sixth Sister opened her mouth and exposed Jidné’s agenda.
“I was going to hand you over… until I decided not to.”
Her words had burned its way into his head. He afforded the luxury of meditating through the rest of the journey. When he closed his eyes, he felt a faint pang of Jidné’s energy mingling with his—as if in an attempt to resonate, but slowly dying down like candlelight on the verge of being extinguished. In the middle of his trance, he could sense a sheer amount of regret, a soul that was once loud with laughter and stories has become languid and dispirited—although, buried within those inhibitions was a tiny spark that seemed to be holding up. He followed that spark, but it kept eluding him; just when he thought his subconscious self has gained on that little speck of light, he was cut short of his meditation when the turbulence from the atmosphere rattled the vessel.
They have arrived.
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It's A Jameson Thing (Part 2)
Masterlist
Gender: Female
Pairing: Peter Parker x Jameson!OC
Warning: None
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Previously:
"Guys," Peter, lifting his head, began to speak. "She's a Jameson."
MJ spoke up. "Well, c'mon there are tons of people with the same last na-"
"No MJ." Peter's eyes were wide open. "She's a Jameson Jameson..."
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MJ repeated herself for the umpteenth time that day. "Peter, listen.. Just because she's related to the man, doesn't mean she hates you, okay? Get that through your thick scull." She pushed his head with two fingers, earning a grimace from her friend.
They were in the gym now. They had been talking on the issue since second period.
Of yesterday.
Peter shook his head dramatically. "No I'm telling you MJ," he said. "He already hates me. It's only natural that he'd come for my relationships too. Even subconsciously!"
MJ rolled her eyes. Peter wasn't just pitiful. He was delusional now.
Ned nudged Peter's side. "C'mon Pete. It's not the end of the world."
"No Ned, you don't understand! And I'm kinda freaking out right n-"
MJ held her hand up, immediately stopping the conversation. "Peter, you do understand that this is not a relationship, right?," she asked. When Peter tilted his head, she elaborated. "You've only seen her once and she said- like- five sentences to you? There literally was no relationship for Jameson to ruin."
MJ's words made Peter pause for a second. He looked up in the sky, as if physically looking for an answer. "...but-" He quickly tried to save himself. "No I-" But up against MJ, he knew that any attempt was hopeless. "You see-."
MJ and Ned looked at him, waiting for his response.
After a few more stutters, Peter finally sighed, hanging his head. "...I'm the asshole in this, aren't I?"
"Yeah, most definitely," MJ replied, a small smile playing on her face. Clearly, she loved it when she was right. "You don't know this girl, Peter."
"Well," he sighed. "Does it matter if I know that I really like her?" He looked like a lost puppy. "From what I've seen, even from one conversation, she's awesome..."
Ned, forever Peter's number one hype man, held his chin up proudly. "It's fine. You totally got this, bro. Just get to know her!"
Peter scratched the back of his head. "B-but, I can't even talk to her without screwing up!"
The three friends sat, staring, silently searching for answers. It was no secret that Peter Parker had trouble with girls.
Ned found himself flinching when a whistle sounded. The coach came out of his office and yelled loudly. "Find partners for crunches!"
Peter looked up quickly, an idea popping into his head. However, MJ was quicker, already running to exactly where Peter's mind was headed.
Jillian Jameson.
"MJ, h‐hold on!," the anxious teen yelled, reaching for his friend's arm. "No no no no!!!" He missed as she started to walk away faster.
"What is she doing?," Ned asked, mouth agape.
"I have no idea," Peter responded. "But it better be good." He blew out a shaky breath. "B-be my partner, okay Ned?," he asked, not taking his eyes off of the two girls for even a second.
"Duh," Ned chuckled. "Who else would you ask?"
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"Hey Jill, wanna be my partner?"
Jillian Jameson lifted her head to see the tall girl who stood in front of her. "Uh, sure," she smirked. "Who goes first?"
MJ shrugged her shoulders. "Eh, you can."
Jillian laid down onto her back to start her crunches. "So, what's been up?," she grunted.
"Nothing much, just the utter emptiness of school," MJ replied.
MJ wasn't much of a conversationalists. More of a responder, so it was up to Jill to keep it going with random things.
"So, what does MJ stand for anyway? Mary Jane?"
MJ rolled her eyes with a laugh. "Heheh, no. It's Michelle Jones."
"Ah, cool," Jillian replied.
"Yeah I gue-"
MJ looked to where Peter and Ned where sat. Ned was talking up a storm, as usual. Meanwhile Peter was staring over at her and Jillian.
When he caught her looking, he furrowed his eyebrows. He frantically mouthed four words. WHAT ARE YOU DOING???
MJ rolled her eyes and mouthed back. Trust me.
Jillian continued crunching. "What's wrong?"
MJ's face snapped back to the girl in front of her. "Huh?"
"You got all quiet all of a sudden," she said. "What's up-?"
MJ rubbed her hands together a little anxiously. She was gonna have to do this now. She looked back at Peter, then to Jillian.
"How do you feel about Spiderman?"
At that, Jillian stopped crunching and sat still. She rolled her eyes and blew out a sigh. "Why does everyone care about that so much?"
Michelle furrowed her eyebrows. "What do you mean?"
Jillian sat up and crossed her arms. "C'mon, MJ." She cocked her eyebrow. "Don't act like you don't know who my uncle is.. and I'm not him."
MJ looked at her sympathetically. She hadn't even thought about that.
Jillian was a Jameson. She must get asked what she thinks about Spiderman every other day.
"You're here with the one and only J. Jonah Jameson!!," Jillian mocked. "And here's the question of the decade! Spiderman! Threat or menace!?!?!?!"
MJ looked away from Jillian's defensive eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't think-"
The girl laughed, showing no ill will. "Don't do that," she started. "The only thing worse than people assuming I share my uncle's opinions, is people's pity over it. Don't feel bad. We're cool MJ."
MJ gave a lopsided smile. "Heh, good. Cuz you're fun." She shouldn't help but admit that Peter's crush was pretty likable.
The two girls continued their exercises, until a small idea popped into Jillian's head.
"Hey MJ." Michelle looked up. "Watch this," she said with a smile.
Jillian ran to the top of the bleachers.
MJ watched with confusion. "What is she doing?," she mumbled.
"Excuse me!," Jillian yelled, her face one of stone. "Can I have the attention of the class, please?"
The gym class slowly turned towards her. MJ and Peter locked eyes, both riddled with confusion.
What happened?, Peter mouthed.
But before MJ could answer, Jillian yelled again.
"You guys want to know? Well here it is!" Her face went dark as she balled her fist.
Ned's jaw dropped to the floor. Peter's eyes went wide. For once, MJ was speechless.
"SPIDERMAN IS A MENACE!!!"
What is she thinking?
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Bnha Hero in training paleomorph OC x Dabi UA is a college preferably for hero training instead of high school lmao. Sent the Quirk in PMs but otherwise pretty much free range on interactions to do what you want. Only thing really would be she sees flaws in hero society and would kinda sympathize but still goes to UA. *shrugs * Hope you're staying safe and love your writing! 💙
I love this it is so unique.... 💙🦖💙 OC requests are open!
He first saw you on the news. Along with well, everyone else.
You were on the screen for less than a total of 20 seconds, but you caused a storm in the media almost instantly.
A villain had been causing a scene downtown, he was keeping a mother sheltering a new born baby in her arms hostage on top of a sky scraper. A helicopter filled with armed police circled the building, hovering a safe enough distance away to keep the villain from losing it and pushing the two over the edge.
Just as the news reporter in another copter started to say that things were on a stand still, a flash of something colorful and extremely fast rocked the air craft just enough to startle the journalist.
The villain had been plucked from the top of the building and dropped right in front of the line of waiting heros and policemen below. He was disoriented, and had a big of a deep claw wound on his arm that a few stitches would fix.
The negotiating police were a distraction, giving you time to morph into a Pteranodon. Your wings were powerful and intimidating, but the camera only caught a few glimpses of you, to the advice of your professor. You have the potential to be a big name hero, but you had never really thought of being a celebrity. That wasn't what you were aiming for, and your quirk hiding your human form gave you hope that you could avoid any unwanted attention.
Well, at least that's what you thought. Head lines all over every platform were talking about you.
"Who is the mysterious dino hero??"
"New dino makes a SOARING debut!"
"This inside source says mysterious dino hero is a TRAINEE?! CLICK NOW"
It only got worse the next mission. Your favorite professor Midnight was always pushing you to be your best self, and loved having a powerful girl like you on her team. With the barrier between you and the villain growing, and the hostages inside Midnight turned to you with that cat like grin. "It's time to pull out our big guns. I need my super cute side kick to go full on Agro on these fools!"
"Are you sure? I might make a mess." The villains had thrown everything they could find against the door to keep Midnights scent from knocking them unconscious.
"Aw come on, you know I don't mind doing things a little dirty. Get me in that room any way you can pumpkin." She gave you a wink.
The villains weren't expecting a 6 ton, 35 foot long Acrocanthosaurus to destroy the entire wall with a powerful ram.
A career villain, riddled with a life of crime passed out staring into your startling blue eyes, surrounded by a thick layer of scaly tough skin.
Everyone was talking about you, but one person in particular wasn't impressed.
You should have been happy, I mean this was your career taking off right? But everything felt complicated. Why were they planning a photo shoot for a magazine with you and Midnight? Why do you have to get a new costume, yours worked well enough. You had an exam next week, you didn't have time for this.
You just need to take a walk and get some fresh air, you chose this life and needed to just get used to it all. You popped your hood up and slipped out of your dorm into the night air on campus. Walking until you found yourself in the actual city, far away from the pressures of UA.
Wait what part of town is this? You looked away from the sidewalk and realized you had gone too far.
Without your necklace of fossils. The key to your transformation.
You swiftly turned on your heel and headed in the direction of where you THOUGHT school was.
You didn't recognize a single street sign. Exasperated and annoyed you sat on the curb with a heavy sigh and a bit if a sniffle.
How heroic of you, crying on a curb you thought.
"Lost, huh?" Someone sat down beside you.
You pulled your hood down as the man beside you pulled out a cigarette. "Want one?" He offered. You shook your head no. The man shrugged and lit the butt of his cigarette with a tiny blue flame on the end of his finger.
The streetlight above you buzzed and popped like it might go out, but you could see the outline of his face well.
The man had beautiful turquoise eyes sitting above patches of scarred skin. In fact, a lot of him was burnt tissue and pieces of metal. He took a drag off of his cigarette and coughed. "Thanks though." You said before leaning your chin on your knees. "Ah you're welcome, I know someone halfway in the gutter when I see one." He looked at your sneakers getting wet from a puddle in the street. "Literally." He chuckled softly like he might cough again. "It's just been a rough week." You murmured, a little uneasy talking to a stranger. "I doubt you'd get it."
"You'd be surprised."
You looked up at him, he was staring at the stars.
"You ever feel like being a hero is a little over rated?" People always act like you're insane when you say that. You waited for him to criticize you, ask you if you're some type of villain.
This time the man laughed a little louder. "You might say that I can agree with that." He said before flicking his cigarette into the road.
"I mean, what if we put every plumber on the news for fixing a clogged toilet?" You scoffed. "We'd never pick plumbers because one has a cuter outfit. We pick them because they're good at their job."
The man nodded his head in agreement. "And it's a waste of money to call them half the time in the first place! Why charge me my whole paycheck to get the hair out of my drain when I can just do it myself."
You cracked a smile and looked at him. As strange as he looks he's sort of cute. "You get it."
"I sure do." He looked like he might lean in and kiss you. Staring at your mouth with a slight grin.
Your phone rang. "Girl where the hell are you it's 2am?" Your best friend screeched. You rolled your eyes. "I'm okay I went for a walk. I'm about to head back."
"Wait are you with a boy??" She gasped and your cheeks burned a bit. "Can you chill? I'm literally on my way back."
You hung up. "Sorry about that but uh... thanks for talking to me. I should probably head home."
The two of you stood up. He shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned against the light pole. You started to walk away, getting a few steps ahead. "It's no problem Dino Hero, I'm sure we'll be seeing each other again soon."
You whipped around, your heart dropping into your stomach. He was gone, slipped away into the night like a ghost.
A sticky note with a scribbled message hung in his place on the light pole.
"Your secrets safe with me"
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The Fugitive part XIV
part I - part II - part III - part IV - part V - part VI -
part VII - part VIII - part IX - part X - part XI - part XII - part XIII - part XIV
A/N: So sorry for the delay, had to finish some commissions, also holidays and didn’t have much time.
A/N2: English is not my first language.
Pairing: Arthur Morgan x OC (Claire Russell)
Warnings: might contain spoilers from chapter 3 and on
Words: 2,964
Tags: @asiramhera @missdictatorme @zoilalove213 @avast-you-dirty-dog @lowkeyofsassguard
Special thanks to @asiramhera for being my beta-reader. Tons of love for you!
Claire woke up alone in Arthur's bed, she didn't realize when he left or what time it was. She got up to see the photo of that young woman in its place but the letter that was there last night wasn't there anymore. She had a bad feeling about it.
Lazily she got up and went outside. The gang members were doing their chores or taking a rest but there was no sign of Arthur or his horse.
The voices of Tilly and Mary-Beth caught Claire’s attention. She got near the girls who were knitting and sewing. They were talking about Arthur and a woman named Mary.
“Who is Mary?” Claire couldn’t help but ask fearing about the answer.
The two girls were startled by the sudden interaction. They exchanged looks but neither of them said anything. They looked back at Claire with an apologetic look.
“Oh! You don't know who dear Mary Linton is?” Karen appearing from nowhere rested her weight on Claire's back, pressing her big breast against her, wrapping the ginger girl in her arms, holding a bottle of whiskey. “And we thought you were so close to our Arthur and you don't even know who Mary Linton is. Poor girl!” Karen mockingly caressed Claire cheek who was getting uneasy of all that physical contact. “And what a bastard is Arthur Morgan.” She took a long sip from her bottle like that was a toast.
“Karen, please!” Mary-Beth stood up trying to free Claire from Karen's embrace. “You are drunk, again, and saying inappropriate things…”
Karen released Claire in a sarcastic laugh. “She will soon join me when she sees her little Arthur is not as hers as she believes…”
Karen went away tottering to one side and the other. The three young women saw her with pity in her eyes. Since Sean’s death, she drank too often.
“So, who is Mary Linton?” Claire asked again losing her patience.
Mary Linton was Arthur's first love, they met when they were pretty young but they were ready to marry each other. She broke his heart when she gave in to his father's wishes and married another man, richer and cleaner, legally speaking.
Many years had passed and now Mary, being widowed sent letters to Arthur who after all those years has stayed single and kept her photo on his tent.
A sarcastic smile drew on Claire's face when she grabbed the hay bale for the horses. She felt even more ridiculous when a tear ran down her cheek.
“Geez, Claire, don't be stupid…” She let fall down the bale on the ground and dried her tear trying to convince herself there wasn't a big deal.
“What a pity to see a beautiful lady crying.” She turned around startled seeing Dutch in front of her. “What's the matter, sweetheart?”
“Oh, nothing…” She dismissed him.
“Did someone do something to you?” He asked getting closer. “If someone is bothering you don't hesitate to tell me.”
“It's okay, really, nothing important.” Dutch was extremely close for Claire's taste.
“Don't underplay the matters, if that made you cry it must be important.”
“I… I don't really want to talk about it…” she said fearing he could get angry.
“It's okay, darling.” Dutch smiled at her removing a lock of ginger hair from her face to the back of her ear. “Just want to make sure you are all right, with us.” Dutch eyes were intensely staring at her making her uneasy. He suddenly gave her more space. “I hear you went hunting with Charles and Mrs Adler.” Claire nodded. “They said you did well. Mr Pearson was happy with what you brought him.” Dutch took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, he took a deep puff from it, slowly exhaling the smoke between his lips. Claire just stood there not knowing what to do or what to say, that man, Dutch Van der Linde made her anxious, it was difficult for her to tell what he was thinking. “Say, Claire, 'cause I can call you Claire, right?” Claire slowly nodded. “Or do you prefer Mrs Cornwall?” Claire froze in her place, unexpectedly Dutch knew of her real identity and wasn't sure if that was good news. If she remembered correctly Arthur told her she said her father’s surname to Dutch, he also believed in wasn’t a good idea to talk about her relationship with Cornwall.
Dutch took another sip of his cigarette and raised his eyes to her again smirking, happy to have caught her off guard. “Don't you worry, Claire, I trust you. Because I can trust you, can't I?” He threw the cigarette on the floor and stepped on it not taking his eyes from her like he was trying to send her a message.
Claire gulped and pressed her lips. She took a deep breath and tried to recover herself. She crossed her arms in front of her and eyed him.
“That depends on how your trust is of use for me.” Dutch looked at her surprised, he didn’t expect that comeback. Claire held his stare not willing to give up.
Dutch burst into laugh. “What are you doing with Arthur?”
“What do you mean?” She asked confused with the sudden change of subject.
“You are romantically involved, right?” Dutch eyed her waiting for her reaction.
“I guess…” Claire looked away, the name of Mary Linton came back to her mind. It also was the first time someone asked her about her relation with Arthur, relation which she ignored the current status.
“How a beautiful young smart Lady like you is with him?”
“Are you implying he is not smart? Or that… I might be using him?” Claire narrowed her eyes.
“I don’t know, what would you say?” Dutch shrugged his shoulders and leaned his head to her trying to play the innocent.
“What do you want from me, Mr Van der Linde?” She finally asked losing her patience, she wanted that riddle to be over as soon as possible.
Dutch smiled at her widely but still didn’t say any word.
“What do I have to do to trust me?” She sighed defeated.
“I want you to talk me about that Cornwall information you were going to give to Arthur.” His smile disappeared from his face standing in front of the young girl a few inches of her.
***
Dutch let her in first in the big living room of the abandoned manor. A wooden table stood in the middle of it with some chairs. Micah was sitting in one of them resting his feet on the table reading the newspapers.
Micah folded the papers when he saw Claire and Dutch entering the room.
“Ah, Mrs Cornwall!” He exclaimed with false surprise. He threw the newspapers in the table for her to see. A photo of herself with her married name was in one column announcing her disappearance. The news said Mr and Mrs Cornwall were attacked by criminals while having their morning walk. They badly beat Mr Cornwall who was still recovering at his house from the injuries and took Mrs Cornwall away, still the motive was unknown since a ransom wasn't on demand. The police were trying to find clues about the whereabouts of Mrs Cornwall, they didn’t lose faith they would find her alive.
Claire tried to not show any kind of emotion while reading it, especially feeling Micah’s gaze studying her.
“What do you want from me?” Claire set aside the newspapers like it didn't affect her in any way.
“We know that bastard of Cornwall has a lot of money.” Started Micah walking in front of Claire. “We want it.”
Claire sighed and took a step back, she didn't like Micah Bell and to have him that close repulsed her.
“We know you were going to give Arthur some information.” Continued Dutch.
The young lady leaned on the table crossing her arms in front of her. Micah impatiently walked around the room.
“What do I gain in return?” She eyed the gang leader.
“Insolent bitch!” Dutch raised his hand to stop Micah who was ready to jump on Claire.
“Protection.” He answered leaning on the table by her side, nearly touching her shoulder with his. “Safety. A family. Freedom.” That last word he said it whispering to her ear making her shiver. “I guess you don't want to go back with the Cornwalls…”
His insinuation got her right away. Of course, she didn’t want to go back to Theodore. And after what happened, it was not the best idea. Theodore would take revenge on her, for abandoning him, humiliating him and letting him be beaten by a buffoon… how he called him.
Claire studied Dutch’s face, but he didn’t show any emotion or any of his thoughts. He was serious, so if she didn’t help them, Dutch might just take her back to Cornwall, and she wasn’t sure Arthur would be able to do anything to stop him.
“Okay…” she said defeated. “Before leaving that house I heard the Cornwalls talking about a cargo from the Oil Field to be sold at Saint-Denis port. For how they talked I can say it was quite secretive and it got a lot of money involved.” The two men observed the ginger girl with attention. “Sadly, I don’t have more information, but…” she did a little pause eyeing first at Micah who was going to protest and then back at Dutch who was just staring at her waiting for what she had to say. “I might know someone who can help me with that.”
“Who?” Micah asked impatiently.
“I’m not gonna tell. Especially not to you.” She spat out.
Micah stepped quickly to her and grab strongly her neck with one hand. Claire couldn’t breathe, she grabbed his wrist trying to free herself by digging her nails in his flesh but his grip was strong, his eyes full of hatred.
“Micah!” Dutch ordered him to let her go.
“She is playing us, Dutch! Don’t you see it?” Micah slowly raised Claire onto the tip of her toes while she fought him.
“Micah, let. Her. Go.” Dutch repeated not very nicely.
Micah groaned but obeyed.
Claire fell on her knees coughing to recover her breath when Micah released his grip. Dutch held her by her shoulders to help her stand.
“I’m sorry for this incident, Mrs Cornwall, my friend here has no proper manners.” Dutch apologised to her being suddenly formal.
Claire touched her neck which was burning from Micah’s fingers pressing against her skin seconds ago.
Dutch accompanied her outside the stance.
“About that contact of yours…” insisted Dutch.
“I will deal with it…” She replied in a cough.
“Good.” Dutch nodded. “And again, I’m so sorry.”
***
Arthur arrived late at night at the camp. He could hear some of his friends singing around the bonfire to his favourite songs. He got close to them and was ready to start singing too when he spotted Claire holding a beer and dancing with the other girls.
“But, what is a Ring-dang-doo?” Claire asked bumping into Mary-Beth having troubles to walk straight when everyone started to sing the chorus of the song.
Mary-Beth looked at her and giggled covering her lips.
“You are such an innocent creature…” Karen’s arms wrapped her in an embrace holding her from behind. The blond woman then whispered the lyrics to her ear while her hand started roaming to Claire’s body. “Soft and round like pussy cat, got a hole in the middle and split it in two,” Karen’s hand stopped at the crotch of Claire’s pants and with no shame, she squeezed it making the ginger girl bend forward protecting her delicates. “That’s what you call a Ring-dang-doo.” Karen burst into laugh when Claire fell on the ground with her legs closed and she joined Karen with a loose laugh.
“You ladies, surely know how to have fun, don’t you?” Claire lifted her eyes and found Arthur who was offering her his hand to help her to stand up.
“I ain’t need your help, ya old man!” Claire slapped his hand leaving Arthur confused.
Claire wanted to drink from her bottle but it was already empty.
“It’s empty!” She complained. “I need more beer!”
“You need to go to sleep.” Mary-Beth crouched by her side and help her stand up. “She is been drinking all afternoon with Karen.” She explained to Arthur. “Something must be bugging her but she doesn’t tell us.”
When Arthur tried to get her she moved away protesting. “Don't wanna go with ya, grumpy old man!”
“Maybe… this morning… we told her about Mary…” Mary-Beth dedicated to Arthur an apologetic smile like she felt responsible for what Claire made her want to get drunk.
“But… what…?” Arthur couldn’t formulate the question, he didn’t find the words but Mary-Beth understood Arthur’s doubts. How could Mary affect Claire in any way?
“Oh come on, Arthur, she clearly has a thing for you.” Those words took Arthur by surprise. Did Claire really feel something for him? No, it couldn’t be, why she would?
“No, I don’t!” Claire clumsily protested holding Mary-Beth tightly. “I love Mary-Beth, not that grumpy old man.”
Arthur bit his bottom lip feeling like he messed it up this time. He bent forward and load Claire like a sack of potatoes. “Time to go to bed.” Before going to the manor he turned to Mary-Beth. “Thank you, Mary-Beth.” He said for her taking care of Claire.
“Put me down, ya old man!!” Protested Claire kicking in the air and punching his back.
“No way. You’r comin’ with me.” Arthur held her tighter to prevent her from falling on her face. “You’ve drunk enough for one night.”
Arthur walked to the front door but with the movement, he made Claire even dizzier.
“I'm gonna puke…” She said but the warning came too late.
Arthur rapidly let her on the ground but she already had vomit on his shirt.
“Jesus, kid! How much have you drank?” Arthur patted and rubbed her back and held her hair like he did not so long ago. Then he noticed, there was little light but he clearly saw the marks on her neck. “Hey, what's that?”
“Nothing...” she set his hand aside.
“What's the matter, Claire?” He asked worriedly.
“Nothing…” she repeated wrapping herself in her own arms.
Arthur made her look at him by gently turning her face to him. But Claire once again pushed away his touch.
A groan escaped him, bothered and impatient. He took her in his arms despite her protests and carried her to his room.
“Put me down!” She tried to push him away but his grip was strong.
“Yes, I know ‘grumpy old man’” He replied annoyed.
He left her on his bed where she curled herself between the sheets giving him her back.
Arthur looked at her, troubled, he felt like she didn’t want him there, near her, he felt rejected. Of course, why would she want him near? She was young, beautiful and graceful, while he was old, ugly and grumpy.
The sour smell from his shirt disturbed him. He needed to clean himself, he went to the door.
“Where are you going?” She asked suddenly turning at him seeing him go.
“This grumpy old man needs a change of clothes and a place to sleep.” He answered bitterly not looking at her.
“Don’t go, Arthur!” She called him but the cowboy already left.
Claire let herself fall on the cushion feeling stupid for being the one who pushed him away. She turned to face the wall to hide her tears. Her head was aching, her throat was sour, she felt dizzy for all the alcohol she drank and she felt extremely stupid and helpless.
Minutes later Arthur came back in the room bringing with him a glass of water for her, but when he saw she was sleeping he left the glass on the night table beside the bed. He removed his dirty shirt and threw it on the floor.
“Why is it that everywhere I go… I feel… trapped?” She whispered in a trembling voice.
Arthur looked at her back surprised of hearing her, he slowly sat on the bed trying to look at her face. Her eyes were locked on the wall in front of her, dried tears traced her cheeks covered with freckles. Arthur, slowly and afraid, removed a lock of hair from her face to the back of her ear, this time Claire didn’t push him away and Arthur could release the breath he was holding.
Claire took his hand to bring it to her lips and kissed it softly.
Arthur didn’t dare to say a word but he was worried, he wanted to know what was bugging her, especially after what she said.
“He knows…” she bitterly added. Arthur looked at her not understanding what she meant. She sat on the bed to face him not releasing his hand but she felt tired and the alcohol didn’t help her to speak straight... “Dutch knows... he called me…” She rubbed her eyes trying to find the words. “In the newspapers… there was a photo… of Mrs Cornwall…” Arthur finally understood. “Dutch wants information…. About… you know... I… before…. Before coming here… that damn cargo... “
“It’s okay. I understand.” Arthur held her against his chest. “We will talk about this tomorrow.”
Arthur’s jaw tensed. He felt angry with himself to have been away when all that happened. He didn’t think Dutch would know about her at least, not so fast.
“Where have you been?” She asked in a murmur burying her face in his chest. “I missed you…”
“Closing old wounds…” He whispered but she was already asleep to hear his answer.
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I Am Up To No Good Pt. 1 (Pete Wentz x Reader)
a/n: Sorry I didn't updated so quickly, I had tons of drafts I want to finish all at the same time! I learned that I can do things one at a time.
I noticed I've been leaning more on First Person POV, I'll try to make this in 2nd. Also, I couldn't think of the character names so I used my friends' OCs. I hope you'd like this modern HP!Au
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Pete had always been the friend you love to hate. Whether the circumstances involve the Hogsmeade games or not, in the end he'll always be the man you'll call for help when pranking Brendon or bricking Joe's Samsung.
Yeah, usually the "hate" intensifies when it's the infamous decking halls season. Especially when old Mrs Minerva initiates the Hogsmeade field trip, which she also did this year. The duels in form of curses— whether work of magic or foul mouths— it's what made the Hogsmeade games so popular.
The magic of your friendship had been slipping lately, a shame really. He rarely ever joins your party, putting your letters back to the rejected-Pete-invites mailbox.
Now's the 27th invite, and you prayed prank wars will spark your friendship once more.
So here's to the fifth anniversary of the Hogsmeade games
You created a group
Nicole Row
What's this group for?
You named the group Genius Ravenclaws
Andy Hurley
I'm honored
Dallon Weekes
I failed divinations why am I here?
Ray Toro
Good evening everyone
You
Hey genuises
Nicole Row set his name to Nic
Dallon Weekes set his name to DJazzy
You
Where do you find trolls?
Nic
?
Ray Toro
What for?
You
Pete
Dallon
Why do you
insist on participating.
Nic
Forbidden forest.
Saw one near Hagrid's
place, almost made an
unbreakable vow
Ray Toro
Maybe it's about time
you stop? Let me remind
you last time you got the
all of us in detention
You
Thanks guys
Nic
Don't tell Hagrid I said that
Andy Hurley
Are you sure you're not
a slytherin???
@Nic??
Seen by Nic, Dallon and Ray Toro
You went offline.
You dove back to your azure blue bed. The bedsheet engulfed you in a light hug in seconds. The more you sunk, the more you can sniff the 4th year's "love potion" project, like yesterday, it reeks of wood, mint and... vinegar?
You hooked your hand to the edge of the mattress and kicked high enough for you to reach the faraway lamp. Before you could complain about the smell you heard a distinct cough, a very gutteral one. Almost intended.
You turned to look, only to see a disappointed Hufflepuff in a riddle secured Ravenclaw dorm.
The dandelion haired boy lingered beside your nightstand. He pulled his hand back as he saw the lights flicker on. When your eyes met he immediately fixed his tie and took a deep breath.
"I heard the game's still on" He's soaked in what seemed to be his house's trap. The acid slid into your nostrils. Your immediate action was to grab your wand. You waved it and like magic— no, with magic, the awful stench was gone and his cloak's dried.
Patrick muttered "thank you"
He rubbed his shirt and smiled a bit "I was absent when Miss Quills taught that" Thankfully he went for one of the brightest witch of the year, but the gleam in your eyes told him no excuses.
"Were you also absent when Sir Ford taught us the hot-air charm?"
"Um, yeah.... that seemed to be the case" He chuckled. He ruffled his hair and avoided your eyes. No, I didn't understand a word Mr Ford said.
You chuckled.
"Understood" You chirped "but why are you here? How did you got here?"
Patrick looked at you as if he was expecting for you to know the answer to life's toughest questions, then cleared his throat. His eyes balled around, reluctant to answer
"Pete"
When the name rolled off his tongue you dashed and dug your wand in his neck. He yelped, taking large steps backward, nearly tumbling down. His terrified eyes had no effect on your daunted aura. His lips wobbled and nose scrunched. You directed your malice at him. Eyes twitching in anger.
"Talk."
"HetoldmethepasswordfortheHufflepuffdormchangedandsaidIshouldaskMikeybutthenitturnsoutitwasn'ttherealMikeyitwasBrendonUrieandhetoldmethepasswordwasSherbertLemonsbutitwasn'tandoneofthebarrelsspiltvinegaralloverme—
"Um" You stopped kneading his cloak "Say what?"
Once you held back he scurried two feet apart from you. He took a Marina's Trench deep breath, before he attempted to rap.
"PetewillneverstopteasingmeandIneedreveng—
"Are you trying to copy Eminem, the Rap God or Ryan Ross?" You furrowed your eyebrows. "Cause honestly, no one knows what Ryan tells his girlfriend"
He raised both his hands, and bended his spine down. He bowed down for seven times till his chanting morphed into something audible
"please let me help you in the Hogsmeade games..."
With that, you clapped both hands to his shoulder. You turned your head up, and greeted him with sun bright eyes with zigzag smile crooked enough to scare him.
"Permission granted"
You both entered a dim room at seven pm.
"Are you sure this is the right place?" You asked. The blonde nodded and swiped the curtains up.
"Yeah, from what I've heard, Miss Clovette stores it in her chest"
You gave him one last stare before you scurried to find said chest. The Hufflepuff said the box is supposed to look give a luxurious and ancient vibe. You checked under the table, around the bookshelves, stumped the floorboards for a secret passage— alas, nothing.
You turned back to Patrick, defeated and skeptical.
"You said this was the place?"
"I'm sure it's here somewhere," He bit his bottom lip "I saw the third years practicing the riddiko-what-lous charm in it"
You can faintly remember that Bogarts were part of your brother's lesson, and he's a third year. If your recollection is correct then Patrick's statement wouldn't be so far fetched. He grinded his teeth, fingers subconsciously sneaking up his mouth. You sighed. What's his motif anyways?
While you turn books and scraps around, you asked questions.
"What did you say your reason to help me was again?" You paused for a bit. You levitated another pile with your wand and Patrick mimicked your movements, before he gave up and had to use labor instead.
Patrick groaned as he dispatched another pile aside. The weight lifted from his chest set him eased him. He wiped his brow.
"Payback"
Shame, for a Ravenclaw you find yourself completely puzzled. You opened your mouth but shut it. You tried to think about an image of Patrick and Pete arguing but none were valid in your standards. Besides, the only moments you see the two together is in Quidditch.
But the word does compliment a hot ass like Pete's, so you let your experiences talk for itself.
"As much as I want to believe me, cause everyone knows Pete can be a dick" Patrick chuckled slightly, which made you huff a laugh too "—Aren't you two the bestest of friends?"
Patrick frozed
"Y-you" He gawked "You don't get it do you?"
You shook your head "No, why?"
"He forces himself that he's my quote on quote" He drew an air quotation mark
"—Best friend, treats me like his personal entertainment at reunions, finds a way to push my buttons, makes a scene, next thing I know I had him covered in purple paint and have detention!"
"Wait" You poked his chest "Good boy Patrick is in detention?!"
You refused to believe such thing. Maybe Patrick is in Pete's side of the war on this one.
He squalled "What's more disappointing is that you actually thought Pete and I are close!"
You scowled "well it's not that farfetched, you're cousins and Quidditch fanatics"
"Yeah, but it gets annoying how Slytherin wins all the time"
"Cause Hufflepuffs are weak"
He squeaked. The voice was dark but it cheeped like a bird. It didn't felt natural.
You made sure you focused on Patrick, and only him, even when his crooked finger pointed behind.
"Patrick...." You cooed "take out your wand"
He whimpered "W-why?!"
"Just do it"
"Aww Patrick's quivering, look at his eyes (Y/n)! Look at him!"
You tried eyeing the man behind you but your eyes reached it's peak. You don't need to look to know what it was, the cold shivers down your spine spiked a wave to your left brain.
"You know the spell"
Patrick gulped and with shaking hands, he reached for his pockets. It took him a while to feel the edge of his wand, before he slowly aimed above your shoulder.
He took a deep breath
"Riddikulus!"
You turned around quick and tried to contain the Bogart. However, when you did, you saw nothing. You looked from left to right, then found the answer down below.
An egg wearing eyeliner.
"Didn't thought it would work" He gasped in disbelief
"So... is turning Pete into a hard boiled egg one of your wildest dreams?" You smirked, in which he returned with a shrug and toothy grin.
"You could say that" He chuckled "last Christmas he told the entire Stumph and Wentz family when making eggnogs that he usually scrambles eggs but would fertilize them for some quote on quote crazy superfine lasses—"
"Alright! Alright!" You covered your ears, feigning innocence "I don't need to know that!"
Patrick grabbed the egg and pursed it to his abyss-like bag. You avoided gazing at it. Everyone would prefer not to look directly at their fear, unless paid with a million galleons perhaps.
"Is it in?"
"That sounds awfully dirty" Patrick shivered. With the amount of time he must've spent with Pete his quotes rubbed off him. You smacked him directly at the head without looking. You felt sorta proud of your achievement and guilty at the same time.
"Merlin's beard, just tell me!"
"Yes, it's in the bag"
This is going to be a long week, ain't it?
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a/n: Sorry Pete's barely in here. He appears more on the next parts, I just wanna cut things off so it wouldn't last 5k like last imagines. Promise I'll try to make up for it.
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This Week in Gundam Wing: October 22nd - 28th
Happy Sunday Gundam Wing Fandom!
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Below the cut!
Fanfiction:
(please take note of any warnings within the fics themselves, do not rely on this list as exhaustive)
@amberlyinviolet, @yourbloodlikewine
In This Light, Chapter 3: Eli
http://archiveofourown.org/works/12386715/chapters/28402484
Duo x OC, Trowa x OC, Solo x OC. AU, child abuse mention, Sexual Assault Mention, homophobic parents, Re-Written Characters, Drug Use, Violence, off screen murder
Duo spent the last semester working in his older brother's coffee shop. He's resigned himself to a boring spring when a stranger appears, shaking up his entire life.Eli left home last fall, choosing to spend the last six months living out of his van on his travels from the Midwest to the East Coast. By the time he arrives at Ink's, the novelty of traveling alone has started to wear off. Still, the last thing he's expecting is to meet someone who's going to change all that for him
@anaranesindanarie
Never Forget to Breathe
http://archiveofourown.org/works/12462762/chapters/28362603
2+5, 3x4, 1xR.
Accident, motorcycle, Drunk Driver, Injury, Recovery, Physical Therapy, Pain, Depression, Anger, Self-Hatred
An accident leaves him with a new outlook on life. After a long recovery period, he decides to travel the world, eventually settling down in a small college town to peruse a degree or three. There he runs into an old friend who he hasn't seen in years.
@chronicwhimsy
Saudade, Chapter 12: Fővárosi Nagycirkusz
http://archiveofourown.org/works/11352189/chapters/28440536
Eventual 3x4, 2+3 bromance throughout
Everyone is fed up of Trowa being useless so they take matters into their own hands. Trowa doesn’t handle it well.
@claraxbarton
This Feeling, Chapter 1
http://archiveofourown.org/works/12520764
2x6, eventual 2x3x6, slow burn, post canon, angst
A dozen years after the wars, Trowa is still trying to find a place for himself. A glimpse into the lives of Duo Maxwell and Zechs Merquise makes him wish for things he had never before considered.
@cosmostar
Desire Told In Colors, Chapter 16: Navy (Now Complete)
http://archiveofourown.org/works/11227302/chapters/28488556
Zechs x Noin. AU, from sex to love, canon het relationship, heterosexual sex, unplanned pregnancy, violence, torture
"There were kisses printed all over his shirt, some playfully smeared, some carefully stamped, some surpassing touching his collarbone, too many for not being remembered. With a swift movement, he pulled off the shirt and found a message written on the back, the lipstick so red it made him think of blood: 'Call me.'" A 2017 Summer of Zechs submission. Color prompts.
@cynfinnegan
Omnibus, Chapter 5
http://archiveofourown.org/works/7373635/chapters/28558204
3x4
Another piece of Shatter Me inspired by a writing prompt.
Note that this fic is a collection of smaller bits, so please note individual chapter pairings and warnings.
@fadedsepia
SPF
http://archiveofourown.org/works/12532780
2x3x5, beach, one shot, innuendo, nudist!Wufei
Wufei, Trowa, and Duo discuss sunburn and beachwear.
Kaiser Chris
Fall of the Lightning Count
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12692159/1/Fall-of-the-Lightning-Count
Zechs Merquise the Lightning Count, a legendary MS Ace and hero of OZ. In July of AC 195, Zechs chose to commit treason against OZ, defying the Romefeller Foundation for honor in order to duel a Gundam. What Zechs did not predict that others would find fault with his actions, and strike him down for consorting with the Gundams. A mistake that cost him his life. (AU miniseries)
@kangofu-cb
Belonging
http://archiveofourown.org/works/12473872
1x2x5. Kinktober entry. PWP. Double penetration. Threesome
Heero and Duo help Wufei relax after a rough day at work.
Reflection
http://archiveofourown.org/works/12527160
2x?, Kinktober entry, mirrors, lingerie, mild kink, pwp, rimming
Duo comes home to a much-appreciated surprise.
LittleMouse
Warcraft, Chapter 2: Waking to Us
http://archiveofourown.org/works/12429339/chapters/28489976
AU, fantasy
Alternate Fantasy World - A world where people have ‘Talents’ that allow them to control certain elements. Different Talents can ‘Join’ to become a specific entity - some can heal, some can repair damage to land and buildings, some are weapons. The Talents you ‘Join’ with are called your Others. The perfect Joining is of five separate Talents. One lonely Fire Talent far to the North has given up waiting for his Others - good thing they haven’t stopped looking for him.
Lord Raa
Heero Sandwhich
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12594063/1/Heero-Sandwich
Nobody asked for this, especially not Heero Yuy, but here we are all the same. Prepare for a "comedy" with some adult content. If the chapters feel truncated, then you might want to look for a certain Fanfiction Forum on the (dot) net for a more complete experience.
Luvsanime02
Engage, Chapter 1
http://archiveofourown.org/works/12458772/chapters/28352415
Post-Series, Politics, Friendship, Canon-Typical Violence, Minor Character Death, Government Upheaval, Language
The time has come for all of their plans to finally start being put into motion. This is the eighth story in Navigation, a fem!Heero series.
The Fullness of One’s Life
http://archiveofourown.org/works/12442440
Sally x Une. Kinktober entry. Fluff. Bathtub sex.
Une takes a bath after a long, difficult day, and Sally joins her.
Back Against The Wall
http://archiveofourown.org/works/12483552
2x3. Explicit. Kinktober entry. Exhibitionism.
“We’re just bros being bros and doing something 100% platonic, but somehow we’re turning each other on because of not-so-buried feelings for each other, and we can’t make it stop” sex. Trowa's tired of painting all day, but at least he has a nice distraction in the form of Duo Maxwell.
Tequila Toasts
http://archiveofourown.org/works/12483604
1x2. Kinktober entry. 69. Explicit sexual content. AU.
Duo's having some bad luck lately, but he'll feel better after hanging out with his ex, Heero Yuy.
With Words and Deeds
http://archiveofourown.org/works/12498892
Une x Treize. Kinktober entry. Mild kink. Mild sexual content. Boot fetish.
Une is a young woman, and when she puts on the uniform, she's a soldier. To Treize, she is both.
MaryDBlack
Life & Death, Chapter 4
http://archiveofourown.org/works/11788950/chapters/28386924
Duo x Harry, Harry x Tom Riddle, Harry x Voldemort. Dubious Consent, Dubious Morality, Soulmates, non graphic sex, Rape/Non-con Elements, Reincarnation, Harry is Solo
We see a little of who Solo/Harry is/was. Mentions of child abuse.
Maldoror_Chant
Flayed Horses
http://archiveofourown.org/works/12458172
1x5. Angst. PTSD. Trauma. Depression. Suicidal thoughts.
Wufei found Heero a few months after the war had ended and spent over a year helping him find that end of the war for himself. It was...a lot of work. There were still no go zones and things they could not do together as a couple, but a museum should be safe enough-Wufei found Heero a few months after the war had ended.The war had ended. Ended. Ended.never ends never ends never ends never ends never ends never ends
The Arrangement, Chapter 39: The Distance Between Need and Want, Part II
http://archiveofourown.org/works/12131427/chapters/28523116
1x5. Veeery long fic ahoy, Not a romance per se, sex and violence, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Angst and Humor, Preventer missions, war-time missions, mature themes, mentions of torture, background threesome, communication and emotions are for pansies as far as the main character is concerned
Wufei, struggling with his demons, agrees to a wartime fling with Heero, no affection needed or wanted. But the 'arrangement' lasts and grows as they join the preventers. It could become a source of strength for both. If they let it.
The Source of all Things, Chapter 8: Intersection, Part I
http://archiveofourown.org/works/12121344/chapters/28556848
3x4, eventual 2x5, eventual 1x2x5. Science Fiction, Fantasy, Plot Twists, fairly graphic depiction of sex, Mild description of self-harm, Mathematical Magic, weird science, crones - Freeform, Magic and Technology brawling and eventually screwing, Eventual Threesome, Kinda, Insanity of arcane origin, The universe is a pile of marbles and other dubious allegories
Center, a planet where magic and technology blend. Or more accurately, fight tooth and nail. A planet of Sources, holes in our boring dimension letting through arcane power, chaos and pseudo-deities. In this hot-house of myths and very real dangers, Trowa and Quatre find a mysterious man at the end of a shamanic voyage. Portents suggest this Heero Yuy is crucial to Center’s survival. He’s important enough to have some interesting enemies after him, at any rate: a devious killer and thief called ‘Shinigami’, and a very irate Dragon. Beyond them looms an even greater threat. Indeed, the greatest of them all.
Megumi_L1
Mission Accepted: A Gundam Wing Fanfic, Chapter 7
http://archiveofourown.org/works/7682083/chapters/28450684
1xR. Love's Calling, Dangerous Deeds, Mild Language, Non-Explicit Sex,Low Violence
One year had gone by since the last time they had seen each other face to face, since the people of Earth and of the colonies had made a true peace with each other.Things had changed. It was safe to walk on the streets again. It was all right to voice one's opinions in public again. It was perfectly okay to live.But Heero had always been suspicious of this new existence. It was too peaceful. Those suspicions had led him to a new path, a new adventure, and the young woman next to him, wanting a break from her predictable new life, had decided to join him on that path....
Murshmallow
Mountebank
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12453362/1/Mountebank
AC 205- 25 year old Heero Yuy has been living comfortably in space for the past 5 years as an engineer named Dr. Odin Lowe Jr., heading the life support effort for the Mars Terraformation Project. When he is arrested for the disappearance of Foreign Minister Relena Darlian, he must prove his innocence, while tracking down the person responsible, from behind bars.
NEW *M* RATING
Dossier
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12449464/1/Dossier
Heero Yuy had spent time soul searching. He had spent time trying to be human. When his birth certificate is handed to him on a harddrive, he may have to do it all again. [1xR]
Mythical Rose
Andromeda, Chapter 1
http://archiveofourown.org/works/12482704/chapters/28413824
1x2, 3x4, 5x6.
Five years ago Heero Yuy and Duo Maxwell met, fell in love and married. Three years of happiness was thrown away when Duo thought Heero had cheated on him. Now two years later, they meet again on the Battlestar Andromeda where Duo is Commander. Sent on a mission together, will they find their love is still there or will saving Earth finally tear them apart.
nagi_schwarz
Unknown Roads Lead Away from Home
http://archiveofourown.org/works/12528300
Stargate and Supernatural crossover. Part 23 of the Good Hunting series. Dark, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction
Rodney and the team's progress toward opening the gates of Atlantis is sidetracked by a child asking for food.
Nemesis13
The Trials and Tribulations of a High Society Shinigami
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12690364/1/The-Trials-and-Tribulations-of-a-High-Society-Shinigami
Duo was a very caring woman, an open book so to speak, always there to help those that needed it with a smile on hand. The problem was she was surrounded by insane men who needed to be watched over like kids and her fellow women left her to it. Resigning herself to being the team mom Duo did her best, but she hadn't planned on Heero admitting he loved her. Things are weird now…
@noelleian
Leather and Cream, Chapter 1
http://archiveofourown.org/works/12488244/chapters/28427404
3x4, 1x2x3x4x5. Fivesome - M/M/M/M/M, Smut, BDSM, Fluff and Smut, Sex Toys, Spanking, Rough Sex, Restraints, Pet Names, Aftercare, Rimming, Crack Treated Seriously, Dom/sub Play
In a strangely Freudian fashion, the purpose of such an experience was to know your own mortality. To knock the human ego down a few pegs and remind yourself that no, you are not infallible. To feel the terror of losing control while hidden safely behind a fortress built from steel and mortar. It was like staring Death straight in the eyes and knowing that it wasn't your time. Your body, your life, your soul, placed in the hands of those who would lay down their own to protect them.It was, to put it bluntly, the best of both worlds.
Relena For President
Civil Wars
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12500874/1/Civil-Wars
A.C. 210. Four years after the end of his marriage, Heero Yuy finds himself on a familiar, destructive path. Will it lead to redemption, or pure revenge? [1xR/broken pairing]
Red Moon Rise
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12593127/1/Red-Moon-Rise
A.C. 213. Heero and Relena are reunited after months apart and, at long last, planning a future together. But, as all too often with this fated pair, complications never fail to arise... Sequel to "Red Moon Glow."
@renmaxwell, @shinigami-of-excellence
We Don’t Belong, Chapter 3
http://archiveofourown.org/works/12353439/chapters/28336371
Alliance won AU, gundam pilots lost, oz lost, white fang lost, just everyone lost except the alliance, Sexual Slavery, Pedophilia, because let's be real these pilots are still 15, Forced Prostitution, Forced Sex, yes i'll tag them when they happen, Quatre isn't a sissy, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, romefeller is a huge player here, angst for YEARS, just so much angst, Dark, Execution, Alternate Universe - Dark
A look into Wufei's new life, with a terrible surprise. The one who would long to be his savior is now just like him and forced into despicable actions. When the would-be savior fails to even do that, torturous punishments follow.
This chapter contains graphic descriptions of rape
Relena’s Glam Squad
The Edge of Oblivion
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10163755/1/The-Edge-of-Oblivion
Heero Yuy returns after a 10-year absence, and much has changed. Meanwhile, the abandonment of large scale weapons didn't end all wars. All it did was lead to the rise of new weapons. Biochemical ones. When that happens, even the best kept secrets can have deadly consequences. [Rating has been changed for violence and adult themes]
Shadow-Hawk2
Imperial Guard
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12559874/1/Imperial-Guard
Duo Maxwell is trapped in another part of the galazy far from all that he knows and the woman he loves. He must learn to survive among primitive violent people and accept that he may never be able to return to Earth.
Shini02
Connect the Space Between, Chapter 2: Salvage
http://archiveofourown.org/works/12462054/chapters/28361337
AU, Crossover with Transformers
One man's trash is another's treasure.
Strawberrywaltz
The Forgotten, Chapter 13 (Now Complete)
http://archiveofourown.org/works/11686344/chapters/28344810
1x4, past 3x4, implied rape/non-con, amnesia, abuse
The entire universe thinks that Quatre Winner is dead, but when Heero starts having strange black-outs he begins to realize the rumors of Quatre's death might not be true.
Sylvieforaday
They Say it was a Concussion, Chapter 10
http://archiveofourown.org/works/12347688/chapters/28382840
2x6. AU. Surgeon Zechs. Dancer Duo.
Duo takes a spill and Zechs is just what the doctor ordered.
Moving On
http://archiveofourown.org/works/12529256/chapters/28531688
2x5. Angst, Hurt/Comfort, eventual smut, mention of past sexual abuse, past character death
Duo is trying to find his place in his own world without his crutch - Heero Yuy.
Synthesis
Soldier of OZ: Walker’s Account
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7977074/1/Soldier-of-OZ-Walker-s-Account
In AC 195, five Gundams come to Earth in Operation 'M', testing the strength, virtue and intelligence of officers and soldiers of the world's armed forces. After failing his first encounter, one ex-engineer has a chance at a better outcome, and takes it. An effort to reconcile 'Gundam Wing' with 'The Glory of Losers', from the perspective of those in OZ.
TheManwell
May Demons Rest, Chapter 29: The Contract, and Chapter 30: Cleansing
http://archiveofourown.org/works/10944786/chapters/28475736
2x3, post-canon, bad language, underage drinking, suicidal thoughts
A re-write of my 2004 fanfic "Shinigami Sleeps" - To find and free Duo from his demons, Trowa leaves his uneventful life at the circus for the mean streets of an obscure colony in L2.
Snippets
@amberlyinviolet
https://www.tumblr.com/dashboard/blog/amberlyinviolet/166746291404
@claraxbarton
http://claraxbarton.tumblr.com/post/166786678750/wip-wednesday-from-an-angsty-hopefully-smutty
@kangofu-cb
https://kangofu-cb.tumblr.com/post/166802586037/wip-wednesday
https://kangofu-cb.tumblr.com/post/166856627484/happy-hour-so-claraxbarton-suggested-cocktail
https://kangofu-cb.tumblr.com/post/166764577257/youve-been-fic-tagged-share-a-few-lines-from-a
@lifeaftermeteor :
https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/166894505417/an-these-next-few-take-place-over-the-course-of
https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/166749934674/spoilers-lam-next-gen-pt1
https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/166749950869/spoilers-lam-next-gen-pt2
https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/166749982359/spoilers-lam-next-gen-pt3
https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/166654396842/winner-family-compound-outskirts-of-douz-tunisia
@maevemauvaise
http://maevemauvaise.tumblr.com/post/166895175271/youve-been-fic-tagged-share-a-few-lines-from-a
@vegalume
http://vegalume.tumblr.com/post/166797758640/wip-wednesday
Fanart
@alpha2nd2006
http://alpha2nd2006.tumblr.com/post/166498596662/inktober-day-17 Inktober Pilots Mashup - Clothing Swap
@drkstars-art
https://drkstars-art.tumblr.com/post/151774942317/inktober2016-number-13-ive-been-wanting-to-draw Grown Up Cathy
@gundamwing-ellesmith
http://gundamwing-ellesmith.tumblr.com/post/166872401739/voyeurism-dx1-theres-a-story-behind-this-which-i DX1 NSFW 'Storyboard' art
@jamyuyu
http://jamyuyu.tumblr.com/post/166774279087/get-u-a-girl-who-can-do-both-inktober2016-with Inktober Relena
@landoftherisingspark
https://landoftherisingspark.tumblr.com/post/166586179885/day-322-theres-nothing-deeper-to-choosing Gundam Wing inspired military garb
@lighteningavenger
http://lighteningavenger.tumblr.com/post/166722654853 OC drawing for @gwoc-october
@looklingart
http://looklingart.tumblr.com/post/166612238149/request-im-always-here-for-anything-duo-duo-x Duo and Quatre
@noromax
https://lbro009.tumblr.com/post/166874263965/cynfinnegan-noromax-gwepisode50-noromax fanart of unnamed canon character “Hamilton”
@outofworkshinigami
http://outofworkshinigami.tumblr.com/post/166672006472/i-needed-a-full-ref-of-my-treize-so-here-you-go Treize reference
@pawedprints
http://pawedprints.tumblr.com/post/166690000118/inktober-day-22 Inktober Relena
@vegalume
http://vegalume.tumblr.com/post/166871514440/finally-got-off-of-my-procrastinating-posterior Painting of Sally on cardboard
Meta/Headcanons
Duo and dogs:
https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/166862137342/additional-thoughts-below-the-cutmore-ive
Pilots’ scars
https://gw-ficrecfriday.tumblr.com/post/166544768116/scars
Dr. Jay Null
http://the-indomitable-bhg.tumblr.com/post/166698167092
Heero being alone
https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/166620174301
Dorothy
http://simulacraryn.tumblr.com/post/166896646418/so-yesi-have-a-head-canon-ya-all-know-about
Sweepers
https://the-indomitable-bhg.tumblr.com/post/166838833457/the-sweeper-group-and-a-brief-history-of-space
Duo’s memory
https://the-indomitable-bhg.tumblr.com/post/166763174897/its-one-of-the-reasons-he-fills-silence-with
Silly Trieze headcanon
http://outofworkshinigami.tumblr.com/post/166783624947/this-is-just-a-silly-thought-but-does-anyone-else
Calendar Events
Unnatural November by @gwblockparty
Begins Wednesday, November 1st, and runs the entire month!
A fanworks celebration of all things weird and supernatural.
Participation information here!
AO3 collection here!
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Posting December 23rd - December 24th.
A fanworks Science Fiction event.
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Ends Tuesday, October 31st - don’t forget to get your submissions in!
A fanworks celebration of Original Characters.
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Top Five & Bottom Five Fics by Kudos
I was tagged by the inestimable @apprenticemockingbird and boy, this will be interesting. I’m predicting it now: top fics, the ones with the most smut. Bottom: the ones where I get all wordy and grad schooly. Spoiler alert, I was wrong about that last prediction, to my shock.
TOP (best to not as good)
1. This Will All Make Sense in the Morning - Petyr x Sansa
What did I say? One of my few explicit pieces. Fun, though!
2. Compassion - Petyr x Sansa
Huh, I didn’t know that one was so popular. Good thing I told @catladyofthecanals I would someday make a series for it. Okay, I’m making another prediction: my ASoIaF stuff will be more popular than my Labyrinth stuff as Labyrinth has a bigger fandom on ff.net. Let’s see if I’m right.
3. Frustration, Ambition - Petyr x Sansa
Not traditionally sexy, but big and fun. This I’m not too surprised about, this was fun and got some attention at the time!
4. The Riddle - Jareth x Sarah
Well, blow off my knickers and call me aunt shirley, I was wrong! Okay, well, the next logical explanation is I don’t have enough stuff on AO3. But this is what got me back into writing fic and is @ofbrokenheartsandtwistedminds ‘ personal fav.
5. Signed, - Jareth x Sarah
A fun format fic and cute as fuck.There’s still a ton of concepts I like from this that I still use.
BOTTOM (worst to better)
1. We Must Not Eat Their Fruits - Labyrinth/X-Files Crossover sequel
I would say this doesn’t count as it’s only in week four of being posted, so it’s not been completely uploaded yet, and I think it’ll be on-track to make a much bigger splash. Its already getting really great reviews.
2. Isidora - Labyrinth with OCs and sexual violence
Well reviewed, but check out the tags and the fact it doesn’t have Sarah (directly) and no one is surprised about this.
3. The Bloody Standard - Petyr x Sansa French Revolution AU
Nuff said.
4. Honor Thy Father - Jareth x Sarah with original characters for Jareth’s family
Again, no one is surprised.
5. We Must Not Look On Goblin Men - Labyrinth/X-Files Crossover
My sleeper hit; received mild positive attention when it came out, developed an AMAZING readership and I love you all to bits!
I taaaaggggggg......(sorry if you’re already tagged) @myrandar, @alayne-stonecoldfox, @ariannenymerosmartell, @catladyofthecanals, @selmagravys
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