#tinytinabutterfly

[detailsinmydevils]

High School AU (Ogre and Tina)

Ogre nervously tapped the end of his pen on his notebook as he impatiently glanced over to the clock on the wall. Just one more minute, and that class would be over for lunch break. He had given up focusing on what the teacher was saying a long time ago; not that he was able to really understand anything, no matter how hard he tried. He had always been bad with numbers. It was especially hard for him to focus on that day as he was battling sleepiness, since he hadn’t been able to sleep well that night. Things were as bad at home as they were in school. Ogre rubbed his tired eyes as he tried not to think about... Everything. He was startled by something hitting the back of his head and glanced down to see a paper ball on the floor. He sighed, rolling his eyes and turned around. The group of jocks tried to muffle their laughter as one of them presumably the one who had thrown the ball, made an offensive gesture. Ogre looked back at the teacher, ready to complain, but as usual that worthless hag hadn’t seen what had just happened, being too focused on writing absences and marks down.

The young man sunk into his chair and was slightly startled again when the alarm went off. A sea of kids rushed in a wave past his table, running to the door much like inmates being released. Ogre stayed in his seat, waiting for everyone to leave the classroom. Suddenly, someone bumped hard against his table, making all of his stuff fall to the floor. The young man clicked his tongue, trying to calm his anger down, as he reached down to pick everything up. Another jock kicked his notebook across the classroom, as the others laughed. Ogre heard the word “freak” being muttered as he walked to pick up the notebook. When the class was finally empty, he let out a relieved sigh, sinking back into his chair. Grabbing a sandwich and a carton of orange juice from his bag, he turned his attention the notebook opened in front of him. He had been stuck in a piece of poetry he had been writing in that class. For some reason, the words wouldn’t flow. Ogre sighed tiredly, taking a sip from his juice. He sometimes brought food from home, when he wasn’t feeling like being pestered by jocks in the cafeteria.

Only then, he noticed he wasn’t completely alone in the classroom. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a girl sitting a few chairs behind him. Not only that; he could feel her eyes on him. She was staring at him. Ogre took a deep breath as he tried to ignore her. He hated not being alone during lunch break. With people around, he couldn’t focus on his poetry, always fearing someone would try to read it. The contents weren’t really that bad; he was just scared he was going to be even more tormented if everyone found out the weird goth kid also wrote edgy poetry. He tried once again to focus on the notebook in front of him, but the girl’s eyes were almost burning him. Who was her, again?... Oh, Christina! That was probably her name, he thought. Whoever she was, she was still a normie, worlds apart from him. When Ogre finally had enough, he spun around in his chair in a quick, aggressive movement. “Aren’t you g-going to leave?!” He angrily said, becoming even more pissed when his stutter didn’t help him sound more confident.

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[wingedxguardians-blog]

Tina was amazed! How? How had this happened? She had only one man in her life that she was dying to have for her own and it seemed like this sole dream of hers was finally becoming true. The man she so much longed to have, the one she had hurt for, praying daily for him to just appear at her doorstep, was finally at her house, as her new boyfriend. He had gone out to buy something for dinner one evening, so she was alone in the house. Right then, she started speaking. "Who did this? Thank you!"

Serenely twinkling hazel brown eyes reservedly studied the elated young lady, Delfina standing with her usual formal politesse, back straight, shoulders sharp. Her demeanour resembled that of a headmistress, but a surpassingly benign one, at that. The Italian-American turned to her fellow guardian, her husband, gazing fondly in a mutual understanding of the rewarding emotions sewn by helping another person. Just this, alone, was plenty gratifying enough for the decorous angel, but having the opportunity to share it with her husband delighted her more than anything she could imagine. 

❝Oh, darling. Isn’t it just wonderful? Look at her smile. There is no better feeling than this…apart from being in your arms, of course.❞

Salvatore wrapped a sturdy but gentle arm around the curve of Delfina’s shoulder, marvelling adoringly back down at her. Her beauty was such as a flower in the wind. Impervious, but with a delicate frame.  ❝Dellie, my dear, I couldn’t have said it better, myself!❞ he effervesced.

With Salvatore’s quickly forming mischievous smile, Delfina instantly understood his intentions. ❝Don’t you dare!❞ she calmly necessitated, keeping a stern watch over her husband.

❝Hello!❞ the angel greeted with glee as he hop-skipped in to the view of the young girl they’d helped out. Salvatore just couldn’t resist. ❝You called?❞

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[detailsinmydevils]

After all this time (Ogre and Tina)

The first concert of any tour was always bound to have some sort of surprise, being it good or bad. It was the time to see if that prop would work well, or to see if a certain act would work. And the concert in London, the first concert of the tour, went so well Ogre thought the destiny was saving a surprise for him. And he was right. That night, after the concert, he met his sweet surprise, a girl named Tina. 

Ogre couldn’t lie to himself that the first time he touched her, he felt the scars from his previous relationship come to surface and ache. But she was so soothing, gentle and passionate he almost forgot how badly his ex girlfriend had hurt him. Well, it wasn’t Ashley who had hurt him, exactly. In the end, he was the one who had hurt himself again with his high expectations for people who, in the end, would throw him away like a piece of garbage. At that point of his life, at almost 50 years old, Ogre had very simple dreams: settle down with someone he loved and that could love him back.

He spent the rest of those 2 months on tour thinking about the amazing time he had with Tina, how kind and careful she was. When Cevin told Ogre he could maybe find the love of his life at the other side of the barricade on a Skinny Puppy concert, the singer would laugh. He would always refrain from having relationships with girls who were his fans, because it was always hard to tell if they loved him for who he was or for what they thought he was. They usually couldn’t take it when their expectations were broken and left him to think the problem was him.

Ogre felt his home way too big for him when he arrived from tour. Not even the company of his pets shook that feeling off. He sat down at the couch, sighing and taking his phone out of his pocket, opening the conversation he had with Tina. They hadn’t talked since that day she told him she was coming to their concert, as the tour made him very busy. The singer stared down at his phone, his fingers hovering above the touch keyboard, thinking about what to say. 

“heY.” He hesitated before sending her the message.

That was all he could think about saying. He let out a frustrated grunt, feeling pathetic. He put his phone aside and walked to his porch, rolling himself a joint and smoking slowly, his thoughts mixing together inside a cloud of smoke.

[detailsinmydevils]

Vampire AU (Ogre and Tina)

It had been a few months since Tina had moved in to Ogre’s home in California. Even though she was still adapting to a new home, new pets, a new language and a new country, everything was running as smoothly as it could. The fact they were both madly in love for each other also helped the adapting process flow better. Everything was almost too perfect to be true.

Ogre kissed Tina goodbye before he left through the door to do some late night grocery shopping. The store was close to their house so he didn’t take the car, preferring to walk there. It was almost closing time when the singer arrived, so he quickly grabbed everything he needed, which was bread, almond milk, cat food and some white chocolates for Tina, and payed for them before leaving with the items in a shopping bag. He had his mind wandering through many thoughts, almost in a daydream-like state, when someone shoved him into a dark, deserted alley.

Ogre felt his heart race and his stomach drop, as he thought he was being robbed. With that sudden attack, all the groceries spilled on the asphalt. He tried to turn his head to see his attacker, but the person was holding him so tightly Ogre felt some of his bones crack. After the first shock that left him unable to react, the singer was now alarmed; he began struggling against the person’s grip, feeling his blood freeze inside his veins when a heavy breathing brushed his ear. It seemed that the more he struggled, the tighter the grip became. “F-Fuck, what d-do you want?!” Ogre grunted, once again trying to look at his attacker in the eyes, but failing to do so. “Let me go!” He exclaimed, trying to kick at the persons legs.

It was then a rough hand clamped tightly over his mouth. The singer resumed his fierce struggle, trying to push the person’s hand away to call out for help, but their grip was almost inhumanly strong. He felt his head being forced to the side, but nothing could prepare him for what came next; a strong, sharp pain on the side of his neck. Ogre’s loud scream was muffled by the attacker’s hand over his mouth. As he felt his blood entering the person’s mouth, the raven-haired man was sure he was going to die. With the frantic struggle, he felt some of his bones painfully crack. With that, he began to lose consciousness. That’s when he heard the attacker’s voice for the first time.

“Stay awake.” He demanded. Ogre was disturbed, because he could swear that voice came from inside his mind. He felt his knees give in and soon he was on the floor while the man kept sucking his blood.

For a moment, the singer blacked out. When he woke up again, the man’s face was just above his. He could finally make out his features; short, black hair, glowing silver eyes, ruby red lips that smiled to him and a sickening pale skin that seemed to glow even more than his eyes. Ogre thought he was hallucinating before his death. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out, as he was way too weak to even speak. The singer let out a shaky gasp that resembled a person’s last breath of air. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he felt extremely cold. It was right then, he felt a warm liquid enter his mouth.

“Drink, my handsome child. You’re strong, you can do it.” The man’s voice once again sounded inside Ogre’s mind. He closed his eyes, too weak to reply, but felt his throat almost moving on its own, drinking the liquid. The singer strangely felt as if his strength slowly came back to him. Soon, he could open his eyes again and was shocked to know that what the man had been forcing him to drink was his own blood.

Ogre yelped into the man’s slit wrist, slapping it away from his mouth. The slap he received across his face, in return, made him see stars. He moaned, letting his head fall back.

“Don’t be ungrateful, boy. What I am giving you is something most people would give their very own lives to have. The gift of dark immortality. From now on, you will be forever young and no sickness or harm will ever touch you again. But this has a price: from now on, you will have to drink blood to survive.” The vampire said, laughing at the shaky, scared moan the singer let out. “You can try to fight it, but it is now your natural instinct. The hunger will drive you insane until you have no other choice rather than attack the first living thing you see. But beware of the sun and the fire, for these are the only things that can cause your demise.” He smiled, lovingly tracing Ogre’s cheek with his fingers. “My handsome child, I wish I could see you progress through eternity, but this is my last day alive. Make me proud and maybe we’ll see each other again.” He leaned over to lightly kiss the singer’s bloodstained lips. Ogre, by that point, was unresponsive.

The raven-haired man jumped awake, gasping loudly as if he was waking up from a dream. He looked around, confused; he was still lying on the alley’s floor, the groceries were spilled by his side, but the man was nowhere to be seen. Ogre slowly got himself to his feet, groaning in pain. His whole body was aching, as if he had just been hit by a truck. He ran his fingers through the spot where the vampire bit him, but there was nothing there. The most logical solution he could come up with was that he somehow collapsed in the street from an unexpected seizure and hallucinated all of that. He made a mental note to go to the hospital on the next morning, to see if there was nothing wrong with his brain. He collected the groceries from the floor and resumed walking back home. The singer didn’t know how much time had passed, Tina could be worried. So he walked as quickly as he was able to. The night wasn’t even that cold, but his whole body was shaking uncontrollably. He grunted in pain with every step he took, feeling like he had the worst hangover of his life.

When Ogre walked into his home again, he carefully put the groceries on the floor and threw his body on the couch. His dogs ran up to him to greet him, but he payed them no mind. He felt like he was going to throw up, his heart was pounding and he felt hot and cold at the same time. Ogre ran a shaky hand through his sweat covered face, leaning his head back against the pillow on the couch. “C-Christina... Christina!” He called out for his girlfriend, taking a few deep breaths as he felt more cold sweat running down his forehead.

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tinytinabutterfly:

Tina was standing by the sliding glass door that led to the front yard, gazing at the sweet, warm sunset outside that gave the sky a very light blue and purple hue and the soft clouds a pink, golden/yellow and purple one. It was so beautiful! But then again, since the moment she met Ogre and they started talking, she never felt angry or upset for even a mere second! And she didn’t miss the feeling.

“You know… I’m going to pray and say thank you over and over till my last day on this Earth! This was impossible to happen!“ She kept talking seemingly to herself but in reality, she was talking to God and whatever entity helped her along with him in order to have this amazing, perfect, precious gift in her life. It was after some time that she felt a warm feeling and a sweet tingling on the crown of her head. She had read and heard before that this exact feeling signalled the presence of an Angel in the room. A brighter smile made its way onto her features and a playful smirk appeared on her face, letting her head nod once as she chuckled. “An Angel? I knew it!“

She didn’t have the time to look around though, as Salvatore swiftly made his way to her, greeting her. He startled her a good deal. She jumped and gasped, placing her hand on her chest as it heaved, but she grinned and giggled. “Oh! I… Um… Wait! I’m confused!” She said, giggling some more. She had felt the presence of an Angel, maybe more, in the room, but she didn’t except seeing one, especially so suddenly.

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Delfina promptly followed suit, although with notably less vigour. Still, even with her hands resting at the feminine curves of her hips, signifying her disapproval, she simply couldn’t dissipate the imminent tug of an enamoured smirk. ❝Oh, Sal! What have I told you about revealing your identity? The big man won’t be happy, you know!❞ she benignly cautioned, pointing a shapely finger up to high Heaven.

❝Dellie, dear, you worry too much!❞ warmly chuckled her counterpart, extending a friendly hand towards Tina with an outgoing smile, ❝I’m Salvatore, and this is my wife, Delfina! We’re your guardian angels!❞ he divulged. The marvellous, feathered expanse of their wings were tucked safely away, but could be fanned out at will, and could likely be as such if the humidity in the air upheld.

Delfina rested a temperate hand upon her beloved’s shoulder, sustaining a levelheaded disposition, and exhibiting an agreeable smile of a conservative woman. Salvatore, alternatively, donned a frolicsome grin, taking the spontaneous initiative to twirl her around in a convivial dance, right there on the spot! Delfina reacted with modesty and a self-conscious chuckle, all the while melting in to the sentiment. ❝...You!❞ she emptily scolded. ❝Tina! Will you join us for a whirl?❞ Salvatore engagingly invited, ever the merrymaker of the assemblage.