#modern!darkling

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Could I pls request this for Amos? 🖼 - create a moodboard that represents your character

𐕣 Do I get bonus points if I act like I care? 𐕣

Thank you so much for asking this, Lee. ♥

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Enrichment

summary: Away in a luxurious penthouse, an iPhone buzzed

Rosie 🌹: Can you collect your freak of a man? He’s doing things Hev 🪽: no i set him loose on purpose. He needs enrichment Rosie 🌹: He knocked out three people at the bar and dragged James into it. I’m considering murder. Hev 🪽: Ohfuck.

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Note: James and Rose belong to my beloved @justrainandcoffee (but let's be honest, they also belong to me because I stole them, they're my babies)

+ Amos can be considered the modern AU version of Aleksander Morozova. As for Heaven, she's reader in the ongoing Shadow and Bones series Echo of Shadows.

When the tall darkness said that he wanted to bring James with him for a night out at the bar he really meant it and it had, indeed, started innocently enough. They both sat at the bar of this typical British pub, nursing pints and exchanging easy banter. Slightly intoxicated but still pretty much aware, James was waffling on rather poetically about the superiority of Irish stout while Amos, as usual, argued and disagreed just for the sake of it — at least when he felt like teasing someone. 

“You lot think Guinness is the holy grail of drink,” the dark-haired man said, swirling his drink in an exaggerated disdain, “It’s good, sure, but don’t say you know what a true beer is before trying the German ones.”

James chuckled, his charming Irish accent laced with amusement at the sight of his friend’s pitch-black eyes. Eyes that were gleaming after one too many drinks, “You’re drinking much for someone who complains. And you’ve had, what, three now?”

“Four,” The dark-haired man corrected with a smug grin, “And they have all been terrible.”

They were laughing when the trouble started. Across the room, three bulky and red-faced men were playing darts, each throw accompanied by absurdly loud cheers that reminded Amos of a bunch of apes. Yet, he had been working on his anger issues since his release from the hospital so he knew that ignoring them was the best option. And he did manage to ignore them until one of them missed the board entirely. The dart sailed across the room, narrowly missing James’ shoulder, before stabbing the wall behind him.

The blonde Irish man frowned, glanced at the dart, then looked up at the three men before easing up when he saw all the empty bottles around them, “Bit wide on that one, lads. Maybe put the pint down before someone gets hurt.” He said with a smile, showing that there were no hard feelings. Such was James nature: kind and patient. Two qualities Amos genuinely admired in his best friend.

“The fuck you want?” The fatter of the three retorted. As his smile vanished, he swaggered over with his chest puffed like a rooster and his breath reeking cheap whiskey, “What’d you say, Paddy?”

The racist nickname made James’ square jaw tightened all of sudden in both surprise and frustration.  Barely two sentences had been pronounced and yet, Amos was already high on alert, like a shark smelling blood. 

“He said don’t be a knob. I mean, we can all see that you’re ugly as fuck but wow bro, we didn’t know that you were blind as well.”  Amos’ velvet voice might have been calm, but his tone sounded like an explicit warning. 

The man’s eyes flicked to him before he sized the tall darkness by the collar of his pricey black t-shirt, “And who are you, bastard? His babysitter?”

“Aha! Good one.” Amos lips curled into a dangerous wolffish grin, “But careful there, mate. You’re one bad decision away from needing dentures.”

James groaned quietly, already predicting where this was going, “Amos, let’s just —“ 

But it was too late. Enraged, the red-faced ape didn’t wait and shove Amos but the latter responded with a quick, brutal and surgical punch right to the face that sent him crashing into the nearby table. And just like that, the bar erupted in chaos. 

“Amos, to your left!” James shouted as a second man lunged at his friend, but his reflexes were deadly precise and he managed to hit him in the gut with a swift elbow. The drunkard let out a whine  — too overwhelmed by the pain, he didn’t even get to see Amos reach for a beer bottle and smash it on the man’s head, knocking him out. 

The third man, coming to rescue his ape friends, grabbed a bar stool and raised it high. It was this, along with the realization that Amos was too busy punching the first attacker, that convinced James to jump into action despite his willingness to avoid the fray: his friend, visibly in a blind rampage mode, was in danger.

With a strength he didn’t know he possessed, James landed a punch to the guy’s jaw. No matter how calm he usually was, the Irish man was tall and imposing so it didn’t come as a surprise that one single blow had been enough to send the third man staggering backward.

Amos glanced at him, surprised but grinning nonetheless, “Aw James! Didn’t think you had it in you!” 

“I’m already regretting it,” The blonde muttered, shaking his sore hand, “We’re leaving now.” 

“C’mon, I was just getting started.” 

Amos had barely finished his sentence when the deafening sound of police sirens screamed like an ominous banshee in the dead of night,  cutting through the chaos of the roaring pub. 

“I said NOW!” Without wasting time, James grabbed the tall darkness by the arm. Even though he protested, he let himself be dragged toward the back exit as the idea of getting arrested and sent back to the mental hospital wasn’t really tempting. 

They sprinted down the alley, running so fast James felt his lungs burning in his chest and aching cramps in his legs. Next to him and equally breathless, Amos was laughing.

“Did you see that man face when you decked him?! That was hilarious.”  He shouted, clearly riding the high of the fight. 

“Shut up and run!” James retorted in a loud voice, though he couldn’t help but smirk a tad bit.

When they finally arrived at the flat James and Rose shared, all disheveled and breathless, the small Jewish girl jumped from her couch.

“Oh my! What happened?!” She shrieked, immediately rushing to the two men, who were standing quite tall compared to her short stature. Rose cupped her boyfriend’s face, her delicate fingers curling around James’ sharp jaw while her brown eyes surveyed his traits with panic.

James opened his mouth to reply but Amos beat him to it, “Someone insulted your man’s favorite beer so I had to defend his honor.”

“That’s not what happened and you know it.” The Irish man groaned, but didn’t elaborate further on the topic. A part of him was still genuinely thrilled.  Following his interjection, Rose glared at Amos and walked to him to grab his face when she noticed the faint bloodstains on his skin.

"Amos almost got us arrested." James added in the background.

"Fuck, don't snitch on me bro."

“Do you even have an off switch?” She scolded but still looked worried for the tall darkness. After all, he had managed to weave his way to her life and make himself one of her closest friends, “You’re bleeding.”

“Not mine, little flower.” His hand gently rubbed her wrist to reassure her before he raised a brow, a shark-like smile stretching his lips, “But hey, does it look good on me?”

Rose gently slapped his stubbed cheek. “Idiot.”  Then, she stepped back to observe these two grown-ups glancing at each other and suppressing laughter each time. 

“No, let me correct my mistake. Idiots. Both of you.”

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From the sixty OC asks for Amos:

12. What's their ideal vacation like?

24. Do they have any phobias?

29. If they could change one thing about themselves, physical or otherwise, what would it be?

45. What kind of movies do they like?

Ideal vacations: Trips across a country to discover it (he hates staying in one place), original activities, restaurants and fucking in beautiful places.

Phobia: He was scared of the dark when he was a kid. Now, Amos doesn’t have any phobia save for being terrified of losing Heaven. Especially his Og!version who experienced it.

Changing: Nothing. He’s disgustingly self-confident. Maybe he’d ask for a more stable mental health from the start. Also, hilarious fact, he used to think his butt was a bit too flat but his girl loves it so he quickly forgot about it. Moreover it’s smth that sport can fix. 🤷‍♀️

Fav Movie Genres: Thriller, psychological, horror and… Romcoms.

Amos is Kirigan’s modern version. Read more here.

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I’m gonna follow the post my beloved @justrainandcoffee did and ask the same questions:

My brain is rotting and what was supposed to be just random moodboard with a few blurbs got me spiraling (positively). I’m going to write more of Amos x Heaven, especially that modern version in the asylum. Thing is I don’t know who wants to be tagged — if anyone wants it lmao since it’s kinda OC x OC if you forget that Shadow and Bone tiny refs. Sooooo…

Who wants to be tagged? (This is going to flop but I’m fine with it, writing this makes me insanely happy)

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Because of @evita-shelby newest head canon and knowing Amos went to Germany then St Petersburg’s best Conservatories to become a pianist, I imagine Hev often coming back home and hearing him sing while playing piano and now I’m melting and crying 😭🖤

Like… https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=SDOm1x6vfhs&pp=ygUQQmVuIGJhcm5lcyBjb3Zlcg%3D%3D

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Random fun fact of the day: I think one of my favorite Easter eggs in HYE’s new chapter “Our Old Friend Death” is Tommy literally outing one of Amos’ kinks in bed. Bro doesn’t even know his name but he knows he loved when Heaven choked him. What a low (and hilarious) blow. 😭

Also, no matter the AU, he gets off on having a thick, leather dog collar and a chain-leash for Heaven to tug on when they fuck. Yes, even you Amos Bolton. Woof woof.

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Hi Shark! For the Lovey Dovey asks, for Amos (I want to get to know him better👀):

♥️ (03) Are there any romantic gestures that your OC loves?

♥️ (09) What is your OC’s favorite small way to show their love?

♥️ (20) How does your OC feel about public displays of affection?

Oh Reb, you asking about Amos? I’m surprised and honored, thank you 🤭🖤

I’ve been obsessed with this gif and his Logan Delos style lately

Are there any romantic gestures your OC loves?

Amos loves when you pet his hair or scratch his beard. He’s also a sucker for the feelings of nails gently grazing his skin. The best spots to do so are along his back, his inner arm or the palm of his hand. Those gestures relaxe him instantly. Kissing his neck is also a big yes but it’s more risky 🤭.

What is your OC’s favorite small way to show their love?

Definitely teasing, whether with words or physical contact. He’d gently annoy you, bump his nose against yours or your cheek, nimble your neck or paw at your hips. When he’s not teasing, he’d cup your face and press his forehead against yours.

How does your OC feel about public displays of affection?

Amos loves PDA, but it has to fit the context. Most of the time he’s perfectly okay with it and would be the one to initiate it. He loves always having a physical contact. You can even jump on his back or kiss him. However, it has to be more moderate if he’s in a serious/work/political settings. If that’s the case, PDA would be his hand on the small of your back or his arm around your waist but nothing that could come off “too much” or would undermine his reputation.

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Shark!

Imagine your oc + their partner (any of them). It's Valentine's day and they're going to their date but your OC doesn't know where their partner is taking them.

Describe me that date! Where it is, if there's music, food, drinks, if they have gifts for each other etc… all you want to say 💘.

This year, Hev has organized a surprise date for Amos. She really wanted to do something for him after his incredible Valentine's Day at the Wolves sanctuary (♥)

Program: After a little homemade lunch at home, Hev brings him to a rage room with metal blasting in the place's speakers! Destroying shit and laughing is the best idea for a date, innit? After the rage room, they go to a romantic little restaurant chalet-style, then head to the cinema to watch a horror movie. They finally end the day with wild and kinky sex, only stopping when they literally collapse from fatigue. 🤭

Gifts: Hev gifts her boyfriend a Desert Eagle, a pitbull plushie, and a new leather choker. Amos gifts her new pleaser platforms and a designed pole outfit for her job, the choker version of the medor ring by Hermès, chocolate from Switzerland, and two tickets to see Rammstein live.

Amos is Modern!Aleksander and Heaven is Reader from Echo of Shadows.