“we’re both youtubers and you sent me an email asking me to do a duet cover with you but you don’t realise i’m having a heart attack bc your my fave youtuber au“ for jily.
james pottertosirius black:sirius
james potter: sir
james potter: pads
james potter: paddy
james potter: paddington
sirius black: wtf what do u wa n t
james potter: what should i cover next
sirius black: u mean song right
james potter: ya
sirius black: arctic monkeys
james potter: dude
james potter: how many songs is that now
sirius black:does it matter
sirius black: am is life my man
james potter: ur an idiot
sirius black: jim bob i’m offended
james potter: jim bob?
sirius black: better than jimmy fleamont
james potter: DONT MAKE FUN OF ME FOR MY PARENTS MISTAKES
sirius black: 🤷🏻♂️
sirius black: fine
sirius black: ed sheeran potentially
sirius black: might finally get you some girls
james potter: stfu black
james potter: just cuz i don’t have macdonald in the palm of my hand
sirius black: ur just jealous
james potter: anyway
james potter: which song
sirius black: idk
sirius black: listen to him and pick one
@prongspotter_: what ed sheeran cover do u guys wanna hear next? let me know in the replies!
– @petepettigrew: is there one abt sleep
– @padfoot_: r u mine by arctic monkeys
– @remuslupine: for real because i’m the only mature one, sing is a jam
–@prongspotter_: @petepettigrew @padfoot_ @remuslupine i hate u all except remus
–@remuslupine: hAh suck shit sirius
—@padfoot_ jim bob HOW DARE U
–@lilyflowers: id love to do a cover w u, ill email u the details if u want?
—@prongspotter_: @lilyflowers ya ofc
remus lupin tojames potter:are you ok
james potter: never been better y
remus lupin: your favourite youtuber and musician
remus lupin: who you also think is really hot and who you stalk everyday
remus lupin: just tweeted at you and asked to collaborate with her
james potter: u right
james potter: i’m ded.
remus lupin: right
remus lupin: so now isn’t the right time to say i’ve been talking to her for a while about booktube huh
james potter: MOONY I FEEL BETRAYED !!!
if you’re still willing to do a collab, we could do a ed sheeran song still. i’d be happy to come round and record with you for a little bit, i’m not fussed on which song. do you need me to bring my keyboard?
also, your music is pretty good. i see your original content going somewhere. shame you’re egotistical and think taylor swift is overrated though.
Subject: Re: Collab
my number is 035828381 if you want to text me any extra details, and i’ll send the address of my flat from there.
i was thinking of thinking out loud or perfect, so if you could learn both of them just in case that’d be cool. also bringing your keyboard would be good.
also, i’m right. taylor swift is overrated. she’s repetitive as fuck. also i’m not egotistical.
james potter to assholes with feelings: IM GOING TO DIE
peter pettigrew: what now
sirius black: apparently she’s hella sassy
remus lupin: yea, she told me she thinks james comes off as a little egotistical
james potter: SHE DOESNT KNOW WHAT SHES ON ABT HONESTLY
peter pettigrew: jim she’s kinda right
james potter: PETE
james potter: TRAITOR
remus lupin: yea, you literally tweeted to all your followers about your cover of toxic being better than the original
peter pettigrew: and repeatedly argued when ppl said u were wrong
james potter: IM RIGHT
sirius black: DONT TALK ABT BRITNEY THAT WAY BITCH
peter pettigrew: r u just mad bc the girl you’ve had a celeb crush on for years isn’t falling for ur act
james potter: …….
james potter: YES
remus lupin to james potter:
so are you still gonna collab with her
james potter: OFC
james potter to peter pettigrew: can u pls get some food on the way home
james potter: she’s coming over at noon tomorrow
james potter: we need cookies
peter pettigrew: on it
peter pettigrew: choc chip?
james potter: always
remus lupin to sirius black: he does know about the fact she has over 1mil subscribers
remus lupin: and somehow manages to be a book/beauty/music/vlog channel
sirius black: ya
sirius black: but like u said
sirius black: he an egomaniac
remus lupin: hypocrite
sirius black: M O O N Y
james potter to sirius black: be nice
sirius black: ur an asshole
sirius black: she already knows this
sirius black: we’ll get on gr8
sirius black: it’s u i’m worried abt
james potter: stfu
lily evans to james potter: i’m here
lily evans: why does it sound like a stadium is in ur flat
james potter: ….. sirius is watching the football
james potter: come up
lily evans to remus lupin:
don’t tell him i said this
lily evans: but i had a lot of fun today
lily evans: we harmonise together really well
remus lupin: my lips are sealed
remus lupin: so you don’t think he’s egotistical
lily evans: no i still think he’s egotistical
lily evans: but he’s a nice egotist
lily evans: and he has nice hair
remus lupin: oh my god
lily evans: u tell him any of this and i will burn ur copy of oliver twist
remus lupin: ….
remus lupin: got it
lily evans to james potter: i left my keyboard pedal at urs
lily evans: also can u upload perfect and ill upload thinking out loud
lily evans: also did chelsea win
james potter: ok come get it tomorrow if ur free
james potter: and yes ill send u the footage
james potter: and yes unfortunately
lily evans: damn
lily evans: also tell pete those cookies were good
james potter: will do
lily evans: see u tomorrow
james potter: k
peter pettigrew to remus lupin: he’s smitten w her isn’t he
remus lupin: always has been
peter pettigrew: but even more now
remus lupin: yea
remus lupin: god help us all
james potter to Ladz™: did she rlly think that pete made those cookies
peter pettigrew: i did make those cookies
james potter: uh huh
james potter: sure
remus lupin: no he actually did make them
sirius black: that’s the only reason we keep him around
peter pettigrew: STFU
james potter changed the group name to peter thinks he can bake cookies
peter pettigrew changed the group name to I ACTUALLY CAN BAKE
sirius black changed the group name to why do even keep peter around these days honestly
remus lupin: i’m done
remus lupin has left the chat.
sirius black: M O O N Y
remus lupin added lily evans to musicians w gr8 hair and pete
peter pettigrew: why is it called that honestly
lily evans: i was thinkin the same thing
sirius: HOE WHO INVITED U
sirius black: U COME INTO MY HOME
lily evans: oh shut it black
sirius black: M O O N Y
sirius black: TAKE HER BACK
remus lupin: nope
lily evans has changed the group name to the egomaniacs and the decent human beings
james potter: WHICH ONES WHICH
lily evans: have fun figuring that out
sirius black: one of the egomaniacs is u
james potter: LIES
lily evans: oh btw i’m outside ur flat
sirius black: W O T
lily evans: …..
lily evans: i need my keyboard pedal back
james potter to lily evans: u were only supposed to be here for five mins
james potter: hoW did u end up staying the night
lily evans: 🤷🏻♂️
lily evans: i woke up on ur floor idk
lily evans: did u hand me a beer some point during the night
james potter: probs
lily evans: ya that’s y
james potter: …
james potter: my followers won’t stop talkin about that collab we did
lily evans: mine too
lily evans: but they’re cute
james potter: question
james potter: what is shipping?
lily evans: oh no
james potter to YOUTUBE IS A REAL JOB OK: guys
james potter: what is shipping
james potter: lily won’t tell me
sirius black: moony imma let u deal w this one
remus lupin: nah pete all yours
peter pettigrew: a thing ur subscribers used to do w u and pads
sirius black: U S E D T O O ????
lily evans: guys don’t tell him
james potter: EVANS WHY
lily evans: bc watching u tryna figure it out is hilarious
james potter: WAIT
james potter: I GOOGLED IT
james potter: THOSE PERVS
[drafted message] lily evans to james potter:
i ship us too.
lily evans to james potter: jsmea
lily evans: jim
lily evans: jim jams
lily evans: jimmmyfleaamint
james potter: HE TOLD U
james potter: THAT ASS
james potter: wait r u drunk
lily evans: eys
lily evans: n smad
lily evans: csn u cime ovr
james potter: ok
james potter: over in 10
@lilyflowers: @prongspotter_ isn’t a total ass
–@padfoot_: did he hack ur phone
–@lilyflowers: @padfoot_ surprisingly no
–@randomfan90210: u should date him !!! ur hella cute !!!
–@remuslupine: @prongspotter_ what did u do
–@prongspotter_: @remuslupine IDK
[drafted message] james potter to lily evans: i hope u know the sun shines for u and that i’ll always be there when ur drunk and sad. but i want the next time we kiss to be when ur sober. pls.
lily evans to james potter: thank u for last night
lily evans: i never said that before
james potter: don’t mention it
james potter: …
lily evans: wanna come over again
lily evans: i think i like how ur lips tasted
james potter: sure
[instagram caption:]@prongspotter: hey guess who has the best gf in the world? me. look at how hoT she is!
[comments:]@lilyflowers: suck up
@prongspotter: @lilyflowers u know it
@p_pettigrew: WELL THIS IS NEW
@remuslupin: called it
@siriusly: U TOLD INSTAGRAM BEFORE US
@siriusly: @remuslupin U KNEW??????
@remuslupin: @siriusly it wasn’t exactly hard
@lilyflowers: @sirusly stfu
@prongspotter: @lilyflowers i may be a suck up but taylor swift is still overrated
au where little chubby Yuuri always has Phichit by his side.
Phichit always protects Yuuri from the bullies who shame him for the little extra shed of fat on his body. He assures Yuuri that it’s okay for being how he is and no, ballet is fascinating and doesn’t make Yuuri a “sissy” because Yuuri looks like a beautiful swan soaring through the clouds how could they deride him for something he loves!?
On the other hand, Yuuri always accompanies Phichit for all the shenanigans his friend put him through. Even when their peers claim Phichit “too obnoxiously loud for his own good”, Yuuri assures Phichit that yes, all the stories he tells Yuuri are interesting and please tell Yuuri more, he’d love to hear Phichit raving about that new golden hamster he’d just bought yesterday if that means ever smiling Phichit can stay as the ever smiling Phichit.
-that stage kiss WAS NOT SCRIPTED WTF
- I’m the stage manager and you’re the cocky lead who won’t SHUT UP backstage PEOPLE CAN HEAR YOU
-for closing night bets you slipped me tongue during our stage kiss what the fuck do I do
-we’re not playing the romantic leads but everyone ships our characters and they keep making us take pictures together in costume (I kind of love it)
-we’re in the chorus together and you never know what the notes are so you have to stand impossibly close to me to listen and it just makes me mess up and I SWEAR TO GOD ARE YOU DOING THAT ON PURPOSE
-everyone in the show has to wear makeup I swear I will wrestle you into this chair if I have to
-oh my god you’re doing my makeup and you’re so close and I can’t breathe
-I may have learned your romantic lead’s part and then attempted to take them out the night of the show
-we made out in the light booth
-this is the first time I’ve seen you in costume and holy fuck how do you look so good in that
So I found myself reading some soulmate AU’s and I had this idea for one that nobody asked for. Well here it is anyway. For your reading pleasure.
Soulmate AU where whatever they write on their arms, appears on their soulmate’s. What happens when Marinette becomes convinced that her soulmate is gone for good? Part ½ Rating: G+? Idk, it’s kinda angsty
When Marinette was four years old, drawings started
appearing on her arms. At first they frightened her, but her mamma assured her
that they were only drawings from her soulmate. Whatever he wrote or drew on
his arms would appear on hers and vice versa. After that, she always carried
around a marker and would tell her soul mate stories on her arms. She drew him
flowers, cakes from her parent’s bakery, the funny dog she saw outside her
window, anything she could think of to show him. He wrote back in music notes
and cats and silly stick figures. She insisted she learn to read and write so
that she could really talk to him. Together they practiced their ABC’s and eventually
held conversations. They couldn’t tell each other their names on their arms,
but that was ok. He was her boy, and she was his girl. Their arms were never
without ink for years to come.
When Marinette turned six, she decided she wanted to really talk to her boy. So she asked her
mom if she could call him. She looked a little surprised, but said that if his
mamma would give him the phone number she would call him for her. It wasn’t
long after that, that neat and unfamiliar handwriting appeared on her arm. She
showed it to her mamma and she dialed the phone for her and let her have it.
When a lady picked up, she cleared her throat and spoke in her most adult
“Hello, I need to talk to my boy.”
“Alright, here he is.” Marinette waited impatiently while
the phone was handed off.
They talked for hours. They could finally say whatever they
wanted, and it was much faster than writing it down. While they talked they
drew each other pictures. It was only the first of many conversations.
They were eight before they told each other their names.
“Marinette is a princess name! It’s pretty and magical just
“If Marinette is a princess name then you have to be my
knight. Knight Adrien.”
“Together we save all of France from an evil sorcerer who
enslaves people to make them fight us and try and capture our magic! Knight
Adrien and Princess Marinette to the rescue!”
“I think you mean Princess Marinette and Knight Adrien. I,
obviously, am the more powerful one.”
“Well duh! You’re not royalty for
nothing! I am but your humble sidekick.”
“Nonsense, we’re partners. What’s
a princess without her knight?”
“And what’s a knight without his
“I love you, my princess.”
“I love you too, my knight.”
For years, these daily phone
calls were enough for them. They told each other everything. They made up
stories of their adventures together. Marinette and Adrien, best friends,
When they were eleven, Adrien’s
mom started getting sick. He wouldn’t tell her much about it, but she knew he
was worried. She got worse and worse, until one day Marinette called, and an
unfamiliar voice answered the phone.
“I need to talk to my boy.”
“He isn’t here,” the man responded,
and hung up.
When she tried calling back no
one answered. She tried writing messages on her arms, but he never responded.
Marinette grew desperate. She called multiple times a day and covered her arms
in flowers and words, anything to try and get him to respond. But he never did.
Finally, after a week, whenever she called the number she had long sense
memorized, the line was disconnected. She cried for a week and refused to come
out of her room. She wrote on her arms hoping for a reply, but none ever came. Finally
she wrote just one sentence.
Just tell me if you’re alive.
No reply came, and Marinette
promised never to write on her arms again.
The next morning, she came down
stairs with her arms scrubbed clean, and for the first time since she was
small, there was no trace of ink anywhere.
“Hey, princess, what happened to
your drawings?” her papa asked.
“I’m not a princess anymore. I
can’t be a princess when my knight is dead.”
Her parents never brought it up again.
Every year on Adrien’s birthday,
Marinette broke her promise. She would draw only one thing. It was a black cat
cuddling a ladybug, his favorite animal and hers, with the words a Princess and
her Knight surrounding it. She never expected a response, and she never got
one, but it was her way of remembering the soulmate she never met.
School was harder after that. All
her classmates had soulmates who drew them pictures, and eventually some of
them met them. She watched her classmates fall in love with their soulmates and
send them messages, and ached at the loss of hers. She took to wearing long
sleeves, even when it was warm. She never told them what happened to hers. She
let them assume what they wanted. Some thought they were fighting. Some thought
she was one of the rare few born without one. Chloe was a member of the latter
group. It all came to a head when she was fourteen.
“Poor little Marinette. I guess
even fate is choosey when it comes doling out soulmates.” Most days, Marinette
was good at drowning her out. But that day was his birthday. Her traditional drawing
already marred her wrist. “Who would want to be your soulmate? Even if you had one I would bet he would be the
scummiest, the most disgusting-“
“He was wonderful!” Marinette
screamed. She marched over to Chloe, poking her in the chest. “He was kind, and
creative, and funny! He played piano, and he liked cats. He had blonde hair and
green eyes, and he loved me!” She could feel tears threatening to overflow as
she screamed at Chloe. “And now he’s dead! He died Chloe! I will never meet him!” She could see the horror
growing in Chloe’s face, but she had put up with her for too long to stop now. “He
died, and now I have to sit here and listen to you disgrace him. I have to
listen to you try and sully what few memories I have of him with your lies. I
have had enough! Don’t you think I have suffered enough?” At this, Marinette
seemed to collapse in on herself. For the first time, she noticed that the
entire school was watching. They were dead silent, hanging on her every word.
She felt heavy as her tears finally dripped down her cheeks. She looked back up
at Chloe, hugging her arms. Chloe was looking on with horror frozen on her
face. It would seem even she had a since of decency. Finally, she whispered to
Chloe, “Haven’t I suffered enough?” and fled the school. Tears blurred her eyes
as she ran. On her way down out, she bumped into a blonde boy she could barely
see through her tears.
“Are you ok? Can I-“
“Please don’t touch me.”
Marinette choked out and continued on her way out. Once home she locked herself
into her room. She refused to come out the rest of the day.
The next day at school, four
things happened. First, Chloe avoided her. She wouldn’t look at her or sit near
her or talk to her. This suited Marinette just fine.
Second, two new kids were
introduced to the class. Marinette was studiously avoiding looking at anyone
and was doodling in her sketchbook, so she missed their names. It wasn’t until the
girl sat down next to her, that she looked up.
“Hi, I’m Alya, what’s your name?”
“Well, Marinette, we’re going to
be best friends.” Marinette could feel a smile tugging at her lips as class
Third, Ivan turned into a rock
monster. Like literally made of rocks. The crazy new girl went running after
him yelling about super heroes, and Marinette ran home.
Fourth, Marinette became Ladybug.
When she got home, she found a weird box with earrings inside, and a magic
talking bug that turned her into a spandex wearing superhero named Ladybug. It’s
safe to say the Marinette’s life was never same.
She gradually grew accustomed to
her new role and her partner, Chat Noir. They learned to work together and
managed to do a decent job of keeping the city safe. She enjoyed having a
purpose, even if her partner was a little ridiculous.
Marinette was not very involved
in school after her fight with Chloe. Chloe no longer bullied her, but much of
her class looked at her with pity. She couldn’t stand it. She eventually
discovered that the other new kid’s name was Adrien. Looking at him was a like
a punch in the gut. Blonde hair, green eyes, named Adrien. If it weren’t for
his subdued and reserved attitude, he could have been her Adrien. She tended to avoid him if only to save herself the
pain of digging up old memories. Someone must have clued him in as to why,
because he left her alone. She caught him looking at her sometimes, but he
never forced a conversation with her.
A year later found her at fifteen
celebrating Adrien’s birthday alone. Alya caught her drawing on her wrist
before class started.
“What are you doing? I never see
you writing on your arms.” She couldn’t see Adrien perk up in front of her and
decided to answer truthfully.
“It’s my soulmate’s birthday,”
she explained, “if he were alive, he would be fifteen today.” Marinette didn’t
notice Adrien slowly turning around in his seat to look at her, she was too
busy drawing, but Alya did. “Every year on his birthday I draw the same thing
here on my wrist it’s my way of remembering him. See he loved black cats, I and
I like ladybugs. We used to tell each other stories where I was the princess
and he was my knight. This is how I remember him.” She showed the completed
drawing to Alya, then rolled her sleeve back down and got her books ready for
Alya stared at Adrien’s wrist as
the same drawing took shape there. He was staring at Marinette completely
dumbfounded, before he turned to meet Alya’s eyes. In them he learned a new
definition of fear. Alya was looking at him with murder in her eyes.
AN: *Loud squeaking noise” This is my first attempt at an Original reader insert, and quite possibly the start of another soulmark universe. Cause, I never do anything half way. Still I’m pretty excited, and happy that this is my first attempt at branching out. Please enjoy, and don’t forget to let me know what you think!
This is a soulmark AU, so be prepared. This is taking place at the middle of season 2, with a slightly delayed timeline.
“You know, eight months ago I would have freaked at coming home and finding two shelves in my refrigerator filled with blood.”
Rebekah grinned at you, “Yes, well, you’ve come a long way. I’m very proud.”
You resist the urge to roll your eyes at the woman, before pulling out a bottle of water and closing the door. “Where’s Hope?”
“Fast asleep like the angel she is.”
This time you can’t resist the urge, you roll your eyes, “Says the woman who refuses to deal with the crying fits.”
You watch her pout, “I’m a vampire. Sensitive hearing and all that. Plus you’re very good with her.”
You stare her down, “You’re spoiled.”
She shrugs, “Guilty as charged.” You say nothing else, choosing to return to your room instead. You have lesson plans to complete, and little time for games. Especially supernatural games. Unfortunately, the supernatural seemed out to get you.
Eight months ago you had been oblivious to the secret world around you. You’d been able to move through the streets without looking for signs of vampires or witches. In fact, the only thing you had been looking for was a roommate. Enter Rebekah Mikaelson.
She had strolled up to your door like she already owned the place, a small infant in her arms. You had gone through the motions of showing her around the apartment, and were ready to show her out after the fourth snarky comment, when she had looked you in the eyes and simply said, I’m staying. That had been the first time you’d been compelled.
The second time came seconds later when she told you to offer your neck, and stay quiet. The fangs had hurt, enough that you had wanted to cry out, but you had found yourself unable to say anything. Her story had come out over the next several weeks. Original vampires. Witches. Evil parents. New Orleans. It had been a lot to absorb. You’d simply been grateful that she hadn’t sunk her teeth into you again.
Still, more often than not you found Rebekah to be more of a pain than a villain. She was lonely and unsure of herself. Conscious of the eyes on her. She reminded you of a middle schooler in that way. Still trying to find out who she was. If there was one thing she was certain of, it was her love for that baby.
The child rarely left her sight, and the only true times you dealt with the crying fits were when she was off feeding, or the supply in the fridge was running low. Other than that you had little interaction with Hope. And you were okay with that.
You spend two more hours completing lesson plans before deciding to call it a night. You retreat to the shower, moving quietly past Rebekah and Hope’s room, before stripping. The water is scalding hot, something you prefer in cooler months. You take your time enjoying the spray before ending the bliss.
You towel dry your hair, and like always, that catches your eye. It’s elegant. Refined. A type of handwriting you don’t see anymore. I’ve waited centuries to hear those words. You tug the towel up so that you can’t see it anymore. There were too many questions there. Too much unknown, and you had more than enough of that at the moment.
You don’t bother with the hair dryer. Instead, you pull on a hoodie and your favorite pajama pants. That’s when you hear it. Glass breaking, things being knocked over, people yelling.
You stumble into the living room to find Rebekah dripping in blood, bodies on the surrounding floor. The veins around her eyes are dark, and second later she’s in front of you. You watch her pupils expand, and the familiar weight of compulsion settles around you, “Take Hope and drive to New Orleans. Stop for nothing. You are to go to a restaurant called Russeus. Ask for Cami. Tell her I sent you.”
As her orders settle on you, more men come through the window. With a growl, she turns to face them, and you run to the baby. She’s awake. Quiet, but awake. You cradle her to you gently, before grabbing the diaper bag and making your way to the car. You run down three flights of stairs before making it to the car.
You strap the baby into her car seat, climb into the driver’s seat and turn the key. The engine comes to life, and you pull out of the garage moments later. It’s an eight hour drive, and by the time you enter New Orleans, you feel as though you’re dying.
By the time you park, you’re painfully aware that you’re dressed only in pajama pants and a sweatshirt. You’re simply grateful you’d had time to slip on a pair of flats before leaving the apartment. The walk to Rousseau’s is short and filled with people. The streets are packed, and the lights are lit, and one glance at Hope shows that that baby is mesmerized by it all.
The restaurant is filled with the smells of cajun food, and makes the fact that you haven’t eaten in nine hours more apparent. You settle the baby carrier onto the bar, and wait to be noticed. The bartender smiles at you, and then peers to look at the baby. Her name tag catches your eyes, and a wave of relief settles over you. Your voice is a bit hesitant, as you ask, “Are you Cami?”
The woman’s smile is easy, “That’s me, how can I help you?”
You take a shaky breath, “My name is Y/F/N Y/L/N, Rebekah Mikaelson sent me. She said you could contact the necessary people to help Hope.”
Her eyes go wide, “You know Rebekah?”
“Roommate of eight months. You?”
“Her brother’s psychiatrist.”
You just feel tired, “A vamp with a shrink… that’s…”
She nods, “Trust me, I know. Compulsion?”
You nod, and she scowls before throwing a rag on the bar. “Wait here.” You watch her disappear into the back before re-appearing. She motions towards the door with her head and you follow her. You stick close as she weaves through the people on the streets.
When she goes through a large gate, you follow. She stops in the middle before yelling, “Klaus get out here, right now.”
It’s similar to a magic trick, the way he appears. Or maybe a predator looking for a snack. He stares at you with interest, and you hug the baby carrier closer. His eyes immediately go to it. The snarl of rage comes a moment later, and then you find yourself flying. You hit the far wall, and pain explodes over your body. “Klaus don’t.”
You look up to see him standing over you, the baby carrier safely in Cami’s arms. You whimper when he picks you up using your neck. His hand tightens, and your ears start to ring. From the corner of your eye you see Cami say something. Then, suddenly, his hand is gone, and you suck in as much air as possible.
You collapse against the floor, the palms of your hand scraping against the tile. You look at the newcomer. He’s dressed in a three piece suit that has to cost more than your car. You watch as he studies you for a moment, before crouching down to eye level.
“And why, dear brother have you stopped me from killing this intruder?” You glare at your attacker, before drawing whatever strength you have left, “Rebekah sent me. She gave me Hope, and told me to come here..”
You watch as they both stiffen, and the more brutish one takes a step forward, “What did she just say?” You don’t say anything, and he takes a step forward, and you shrink back. “What did you just say?”
You stutter the words out, “Rebekah sent me. She gave me Hope, and told me to come here.”
A second later, you feel a finger brush against your cheek, as the man crouching in front of you brushes hair away from your face. His voice is a whisper, as he says “I’ve waited centuries to hear those words.”
this is Benjamin Jr. (he Prefers Benji and hates to be called Jr) my first ever oc for an Au this Au being Quest for the ink machine by thebbros i strongly recommend this the art work is lovely and the story very engaging. 10/10
anyway back to this little guy.
At 9 years old he already feels like an adult and so he is continuously attempting to fulfill his dream to become a great explorer but there are several problems with that one hes 9. two he very protective mother and three ,,, he maybe brave but he ain’t all that smart and often leaps before thinking.
his history is short being so young but his mother would tell of the man he was named after a strong Ram and kind doctor who traveled the land trying to cure the inky illness with no success but despite the hardship he continued until he heard whispers of a machine with out though he left his family in search of it and… was never seen again. This was all before Benji was born and now with only the stories his mother tells him at night he longs to know the truth
personality wise he is a naive and boisterous lad with a good heart, he will do anything for a friend but has a very short temper often not taking criticism or ridicule well and lashes out because of it.
i imagine if he ever met Bendy or Boris he would instantly idolize them
Attempts the cool and silent bodyguard type, but in reality he’s just awkward.
He blushes up a storm every time you tease him.
He acts like he knows what he’s doing, but he really doesn’t.
Most of the time you have to tell him if you have a bad feeling, or if you don’t feel safe, or else he’ll never catch on.
That doesn’t mean that he’s bad at his job though! Noctis always makes sure to keep no more than a step or so behind you, and in crowded places he’ll keep an arm wrapped protectively around your waist.
He’s crazy fast too! If Noctis ever notices that you’re in immediate danger, it will seem as if he practically transports to your assailant, and can take them down before you can even react.
Noctis would be very hard to get to open up, and he honestly tried to keep your relationship purely professional, but at any mention of fishing, video games, or cosplay, he’ll become such a dweeb.
At first glance he’s the “mysterious guy with a dark past” but this is the same guy that says, “Sharp errday,” and “Cake, baby,” when he takes down your attackers.
He’s pretty scary when he’s angry though. His eyes will seem like they turn red, and he will beat your attackers an inch from death until you tell him to stop.
You’re pretty shaken up, but then he flashes you a straight face and a thumbs up before saying in the deepest voice he can muster, “I’m an assassin.”
There’s your dork.
He’s also very self-sacrificing. He wouldn’t hesitate to jump in front of you to take that bullet, knife, or punch.
Noctis would realize that you’re the love of his life when he would willingly give up his precious sleep to make sure that you’re safe all the time.
HE WOULD NEVER ADMIT IT THOUGH. NO ONE MUST KNOW. Crush?? What crush??
Avoids eating vegetables under the excuse that they might be poisoned.
His uniform is a tailored black suit with a black button up and no tie. He keeps the first couple of buttons open to reveal some of that hairless chest of his O-O
On lazy days, (which is almost every day) he wears a form-fitting black shirt and cargo pants.
Okay, first of all, who gave him this job
He would leave your side just to pet puppies.
Prompto likes to sing the James Bond theme under his breath when he scopes out the area.
When you ask him to do something for you: “You got it, gurrrlll!” [finger guns] [somersaults out of there]
He’s very talkative and friendly, so you always feel at ease with him, and people often mistake him for your boyfriend.
An overly protective boyfriend that wears a bulletproof vest.
Although, when the two of you first met, he would be very flustered and embarrassed. He just didn’t expect to be assigned to someone so pretty.
He’d apologize over and over for touching your bare skin, or for yanking your arm to pull you closer to him, and you’d laugh and tell him that he’s just doing his job.
When the two of you grow closer, he becomes such a comforting presence, and he’s never not smiling at you.
Even though he’s your bodyguard, he doesn’t mind doing manual tasks for you.
Have an eyelash in your eye? He’s on it. You’re wearing a dress with a train? He’ll be sure to carry the ends for you. You’re going shopping? He’ll hold your bags for you.
Honestly he’s such a lovely gentleman. Marry him already.
You wouldn’t really see him as a bodyguard though, but that would change the moment you see him in action when he activates serious and badass mode.
Is the guy who cried when he saw a spider in your room the same guy that legit kicked a gun out of a grown man’s hand, did a flip, and caught that gun like a baton??
Where the fuck did he learn how to do that??
You honestly thought that the gun he carries around with him was just for show.
Afterwards Prompto would cry, and he would think that he had failed you because he couldn’t stop the threat from the start. The poor babe honestly believes that he’s so disposable as a bodyguard.
Protect him, love him, become his emotional bodyguard.
Prompto’s uniform is a black bulletproof vest over a red, sleeveless shirt and baggy pants. He keeps his gun in a holster at his side and has an earpiece that he always fiddles with because he can’t stand still for long.
Is he a model?? Or a bodyguard? The world may never know.
He’s the type of bodyguard that doesn’t know when to relax. No matter what, he’s always on guard to ensure your safety. Because of this, there’s never a moment with him around that you don’t feel safe.
He’s very professional and strict, but it’s known to have a soft spot for you.
Ignis would also be underestimated physically as a bodyguard, but not only is he as sharp as a whip, has multiple plans and backup plans in case anything goes wrong, Ignis can take down three men twice his size before you can even blink.
Haven’t you ever seen his bare biceps?? Dat boi lifts.
Ignis would be the one to drive you everywhere because he doesn’t trust anyone else to do it.
After you were nearly poisoned, he would be the one to make almost every meal that you have too.
He’s also very old-fashioned when it comes to chivalry. Even though he’s not paid to pamper you, he wouldn’t hesitate to carry your books for you, open doors for you, or scoop you up to walk over a puddle.
He’s such a mom friend.
He acts like your mother more than your mother does when it comes to your safety, but he also motivates you and tries to help you if you ever feel overwhelmed.
If you feel stressed, he’ll be there to pull out a chair beside you, pour you some drinks and give you some snacks. He’s here to help.
Your emotional health is just as important to him as your physical health.
He would even crack some jokes or give you some memes if that’s what it takes to make you smile.
When you first see Iggy, he’ll look like the boring and stern type, but there’s more than meets the eye with him. With everything that he does for you, it’s a no-brainer that you fell in love with him.
After Ignis goes blind trying to protect you, he’ll try to quietly remove himself from your life because he feels like he’s not fit to protect you anymore.
Please stop this man.
Ignis doesn’t know what casual dressing is. Every single one of his uniforms are designer, tailored, and pressed to perfection.
He fits the bodyguard mold to a T.
When people see him with you, he’s just so tall and muscular that there’s no hesitation in their minds that he’s here to protect you, and he’s probably the best person for the job.
Why would people even threaten you with him as your bodyguard tbh,
He won’t hesitate to tease you though, but that just means that he feels at ease with you and he doesn’t feel stifling.
Gladio also wouldn’t mind if you asked him to carry you everywhere. He’s just like, [shrugs] “Alright,” because it’s not like he’d have to use much of his strength to carry you.
Besides, it’s easier on him as a bodyguard because he literally has you by his side at all times.
Gladio also hopes that it would never have to come to this, but in case he ever has to leave you alone for a while, he’ll teach you how to fight for yourself.
His security measures can get a bit overbearing, and sometimes you feel a bit frustrated because he feels like your dad, and you think that he’s taking all of these precautions too far.
You just have to understand that he’s trying to protect you.
Other than that, you would never have to worry if you really were in danger because you know that Gladio would be there to save you 100% of the time.
If you were receiving death threats though.
Cue Taken’s “I will find you, and I will kill you.”
If for any reason he needs to leave your side for a while, the next person he trusts to protect you is Iris.
She’s honestly so precious and it’s always a blessing to see her.
This girl will give you plush toys on one hand, then put your attacker in a choke hold in another.
You would never tell Gladio, but you’re more intimidated by her than you are by him, and that’s saying something.
He would also ask you to accompany him to the gym. He has to watch you almost 24/7, and he needs to keep his body in shape, so this is killing two birds with one stone.
You get to watch him work out and he gets to watch over you. It’s a win-win for everyone.
He would even catch your watchful eyes on him and would give you a teasing smirk and a, “Like what you see?”
His uniform is a fitted suit that fits perfectly over his hulking form, but he usually wears a black, fitting tank top with dark jeans.
Honestly this entire Bodyguard AU thing is just canon for Gladio.
The all-around perfect bodyguard. While Prompto and Noctis are a bit too lenient, while Ignis and Gladio can be a bit overbearing, Nyx is the perfect middle.
He’s assertive, but he’ll let you have some freedom too.
He calls you “Princess” jokingly.
He tries to keep your relationship professional, but it wouldn’t be very hard to get him out of his shell.
If the two of you are alone, pull him into a dance, pull him into the pool, or tell him to lay next to you on the bed, and he’ll complain at first, but soon he’ll be laughing with you. (Just let me have a slow dance with Nyx alright ;;)
With all of the distractions you throw at him, people would think that it would be easy to get things past him, but they are dead wrong.
Nyx is incredibly observant no matter what, and almost nothing gets past him.
He’ll catch you trying to sneak out, but then he’ll be like, “Okay, but only I can come too.”
He’ll definitely be those guys from the YA novels that are like, “You don’t want to get close to me, Princess, I’m a dangerous man.”
He takes his job very seriously, so you’ll see him posted outside your door or behind you during long, boring meetings, and he’ll keep his stance and form perfectly straight the entire time.
If you keep on trying to talk to him when he’s on duty, he’ll give you a lopsided smile and an exasperated, “Princess, you’re interfering with my work.”
Give him a smirk and a, “As long as I’m with you, I feel like the safest person in the world.”
He’ll hum and turn away, but it takes him at least ten minutes to catch on.
Wait, are you…flirting with him??
For the rest of the week he would just be in a state of shock and have a mental debate of, “No, they were just being cheeky,” or “Holy shit, they flirted with me because they like me.”
Save him from his suffering, or else he’ll be stuck in this internal monologue for the rest of his life.
His uniform is a tailored double-breasted military jacket with matching trousers, but he’ll also wear a plain black tee and black pants.
What would a TFA yandere Optimus and MTMTE Ratchet be like?
He means well, truly he does, but that noble
drive of his to protect you and keep you safe sometimes borders on the
He’s never had this much responsibility
before. He doesn’t know if he’ll make a
good leader, or if he can even do this job at all, but you’re in his charge and
he’s vowed to protect you with his very life if need be (like a night pledging
his service to his lady.)
There’s so much about you that Optimus admires
– your strength, your passion, your kindness.
In his eyes you truly are the best of what humanity has to offer. You have such a brilliant inner light about
you, and he’s going to do everything in his power to make sure no one tries to
snuff you out.
He’s chivalrous and courteous to you right from
the very beginning, treating you with the same respect he would the other
members of his team and not shutting down your ideas or telling you what you
can and can’t do just because you’re a human.
He doesn’t even approach you with romantic
intentions for fear of spoiling your friendship. (You’d have to be the one to reach out to him
if you wanted any kind of relationship.)
That’s not to say he doesn’t love you – Primus does
he love you! You’re all he ever thinks
about! Your smile sets his spark on fire
and when you say his name, it’s all he can do to keep from overheating. He wants you so badly that his desires have
begun to seep into his dreams at night – dreams that he dare not even think
He doesn’t breath a word of this to anyone of
course, especially not you. Optimus is
very good at hiding his true feelings. It’s
not right, he knows it’s not right for him to feel this way about you. He feels as though he’s betrayed your trust
in him simply by having these feelings. Even
if he can’t have you the way that he wants, at least he gets to see that
beautiful smile of yours every day.
But worse than his feelings for you are the
twisted pangs of jealousy he gets whenever he sees someone trying to get close
to you. Optimus knows he has no right to
be jealous, why should he? He can’t even
blame you for flirting back because he knows you’re oblivious to his feelings –
by his own choice, no less. He hates
himself for it, and yet he can’t bring himself to stop. The longer he goes without confessing, the
darker and angrier his possessive streak grows.
He hides it well, because of course he
does. No bot would ever suspect the
esteemed Optimus Prime of harboring those kind of murderous thoughts, that is
until they’re backed up against the wall of a dark alley with an axe blade to
their neck and Optimus growling poisonous threats into their audials.
You’re blissfully unaware of any of this of course;
he makes vitally sure of that. But you
can’t help but notice the almost animalistic rage that overtakes him on the
battle field when he feels there’s a threat to your safety…
His obsession with you stems less from
attraction and more from a possessive need to keep you safe.
Ratchet often has a habit of “adopting” some of
the younger/smaller/innocent bots on the crew, so it’s little wonder that he
would take the one human on board under his wing.
He really is a wonderful guardian, if a bit
overbearing at times. He constantly nags
you to make sure you’re taking care of yourself (getting enough to eat, exercising,
taking your vitamins.)
Primus help you if you have an erratic sleeping
schedule. You’re going to bed when
Ratchet says you are, no excuses! Don’t
make him come over there and carry you!
He’s not what you’d call a cuddly bot by any
means, but he does like for you to sit on his shoulder while he works. He finds your presence comforting. And Primus knows he needs all the calm he can
get on this ship.
He’s extremely protective of you. He doesn’t like for you to be out of his
sight for too long. What if you wandered
off somewhere and got lost? What if
something happened and you couldn’t reach him?
What if you got stepped on?! The
only people Ratchet trusts to look after you while he’s away are his fellow
medics. (He knows they’ll also force you
to eat and sleep regularly when he’s not around.)
He’d never tell you who you can and can’t talk
to, but he strongly advises you to
stay away from bots like Whirl, or any of the larger bots that might
accidentally crush you without realizing it.
You notice a change in Ratchet when Drift is
sent away. He becomes more frustrated,
unfocused and despondent, often ignoring his own advice and forgoing sleep or
refueling. You can tell loosing someone
so close to him is taking a mental and physical toll on him. You just wish there was something you could
do to help.
He starts becoming more affectionate with you,
often sitting you in his lap to stroke your hair and back absentmindedly while
he works, or carrying you around the ship in his hands. You don’t mind the extra attention. If holding you somehow brings him one small
shred of comfort then you’re happy to oblige him.
His worry for you also increases tenfold. It gets to the point where he doesn’t like
you to leave the medbay unless he’s there to carry you. He even offers to help you move some of the
stuff from your shared habsuite there so you’ll be more comfortable when he’s
working late. It’s a bit smothering at
times, but you grin and bear it for his sake.
After all, he’s done so much for you already. The least you can do is be there for him
during his time of grief.
It’s only when you awake one morning to find
that you’ve been stolen from your bed as Ratchet pilots a stolen escape pod
halfway across the galaxy do you realize (too late) just how wrong you had been…
I fell in love with this song they made for new one and last night I had the asinine idea to put off the projects I need to finish and take a stab at an animatic with galra!Keith and Lance. even though i’ve never attempted one before. anyhoo, i scrapped all of these together late last night and then experimented on my university’s iMovie which is the worst i hate macs it cropped my freaking pictures and i didnt have enough time to fix it its nowhere near perfect but for my first attempt not too shabby! c:
In 2035, a violent storm forces NASA’s Ares III Mission to Mars to be aborted but during the evacuation, Isabelle Lightwood is hit by debris and lost in the storm. The last telemetry from her suit indicates no signs of life. Believing she is dead and in imminent peril themselves, her crew take off to return to their orbiting vessel, Hermes. But Isabelle survived and has just made contact with NASA.
Now the race is on for Alec, one of NASA’s astrodynamicists and Izzy’s brother, to find a way to rescue her. With everything stacked against them, including their own mother (the head of NASA) refusing to authorise a rescue mission, there’s only one company, one person with a rocket that could launch in time - and it’s owned by Magnus Bane.
Can Alec convince him it’s worth the risk? What will he have to give him in return if Izzy is brought home safely? Just how many rules will Alec need to break to bring her home?