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drghostwrite · 11 months

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Until my Last Breath

Okay so this one didn't win the vote but per special request by @maiveeetheone I’m going to write it! Hope you enjoy! xoxo

Pairing: Regina mills x pregnant!reader

TW: mentions of blood, almost miscarriage, kidnapping and minor torture.

Summary: Regina’s mother, Cora, returns and tries to turn her dark again but Y/N, her wife, has given her everything she’s ever wanted: true love, family, marriage, power and now a baby. What happens when she stands in the way of Cora’s sinister plans.

******************************************************** You sat across the conference room table as Regina conducted the meetings, it was for the town so Sheriff Swan, along with David and Snow, Mr. Gold, Regina the mayor, Zelena, a couple others and you, now you weren’t only married to the mayor and carrying her child but you helped run the hospital. You were Chief of surgeries after Dr. Whale had that taken away with the Daniel incident.

“So right now we’re using funds to help with remodeling of the school, so…” Regina was doing a funds recap and taking with Snow about what would need to be done and you started to drift off staring out the window. You ran your hand over your swollen bump feeling your baby kick and knowing that Regina’s voice was soothing to your unborn child even though she was talking finances for Storybrooke. You began to daydream about mornings where she would wake up with that slow morning growl, it made you feral for your wife and she knew it.

“Y/N…Y/N?” you heard her calling your name and it snapped you back to reality, back into the conference room with its white walls and black and white modern decor. Regina was looking at you amused, she could only imagine what had stolen your attention but had a good idea it was her and the baby.

“Oh yea, so as of right now we’re okay, we thought of possibly coordinating with the schools to give more volunteer opportunities to the kids, but we also have to discuss my leave, due to the Dr. Whale situation we’ll have to find a replacement for my maternity leave.”

“Well how about Zelena?” Regina asked, her relationship with her sister had grown tremendously, in fact that’s the only other person besides Emma and the Charmings that she’d trust with her life and family’s life.

“And what use would she be?” Asked the skeptical Mr. Gold.

“Well I mean she is a trained midwife.” Snow suggested.

“Because of a curse,” Emma reminded.

“And I’m a trauma surgeon because of the curse, Snow you’re a teacher even though it was a curse it created a version of us, a true version of us with all the training and skills," Regina watched you a grateful look in her eyes, “All I’m saying is that we give her a chance, I can set her up to assist Dr. Whale and keep him in check while I’m out and I can have Blue and the other fairies or nuns, whatever, check-in and help with outpatient care.”

Everyone exchanged looks and Regina mouthed a thank you, they then agreed that you were right and that’s the plan they’d go with. You discussed a few more minor things and then decided that it was time for everybody to go home after a long day, you stayed in the conference room until everyone was gone and then retreated to your office. You have an office at the hospital but it's in a secure part due to dealing with patients and HIPAA info so days like this Regina converted one of the old conference rooms into an office for you. It wasn't as big but she made sure to have the comfiest chairs and couches, it was decorated very modernly like her office with contrasts of vibrant forest green instead of the complete black and white, she had your favorite flowers on the desk, orange hibiscus flowers with a towering monstera plant in the corner both enchanted to never die. You had couches and chairs with a large rug on one side like her office and you had a bookshelf wall and a built-in mini-bar that quickly turned alcohol-free when you found out about the pregnancy, there was also a portion that pushed into a secret room like her vault allowing you to keep sensitive information. She wanted to make sure that you were comfortable, in your office and that it could be an escape for you considering what you did on a daily basis and the fact that she got to be closer to you during the workday, able to visit whenever and for whatever she wanted.

You finished some reports for the day and made your way down the hall to her office, you knocked and heard her call for you to come in. You walked in and before you could shut the door you felt arms wrap try and wrap around your waist but instead your bump blocked the little arms.

"Y/N!!!" you reached down and ruffled Henry's hair, and then ran a hand on his back looking up to make eye contact with Regina, she watched the interaction and her heart swelled, Henry loved you but he didn't take the idea of a third mom the easiest at first. Now don't get me wrong he was great and excited about a sibling but he had a hard time, with the whole new mom thing, he never called you mom he always said his mom's wife or your name, and he also wouldn't ever come to you either he went to Regina or right to Emma one time he even went to Snow before you knew. You wanted nothing more than to let him trust you so ever since the wedding you've been earning his trust, so it meant the world to Regina to see him so excited to see you and she knew it meant the world to you.

"Hey buddy, you have a good day?" you glanced down at him as he looked up at you.

"Yea we had a field trip today and then David offereed to take me to the stables to go riding."

"Oh really?" you smirked, looking back up to Regina as she just shook her head. "Well, then does my brave knight need me to drop him off?"

He laughed, "No, he's here, I just wanted to come in and see you before I went over, so I made him stop."

"Well in that case have fun, be safe, and take some pictures so I can brag to the nurses at work." you leaned down and kissed his hair as he hugged you tighter, he then ran back out of the office, but before the door closed you heard him yell back, "Bye, Moms!" You tuned looking at Regina, she got up walking over to you, a tear rolled down you face and she swiped it away letting her hand linger on your cheek and you leaned into the touch, she had her other hand holding yours running her fingers over your wedding ring.

"He really does love you." her coffee-brown orbs looked into your emerald green ones, as more tears ran down your face for her to swipe away.

You laughed, "God these pregnancy hormones are killing me."

“Darling, I…”, all the sudden you heard a crash outside, Regina turned and moved to the window. You held her hand in both of your as she reached to move the curtain.

“What the he…” that’s when she heard the moving of a cloud of smoke behind her and no longer felt the warmth of you hand, she spun on her heels and spotted the figure across the room.

“Mother? What’re you doing here?”

“Ahh sweet girl I’m here for you.”

“Where’s Y/N, What did you do with her?”

“You mean that peasant you call a wife,” she laughed at her daughter in front of her waving her off, “she’s in a safe place or at least it’s safe for a normal person, but not sure about her and the bastard child of yours.”

“No Mother that’s my wife and my baby, biologically both me and Y/N. She has more heart and passion and power then you’ll ever know and she loves me, truly loves me and Henry and I’ve never doubted her for a day, I LOVE her.”

“Oh darling you just live the idea of her.” Regina was done talking she whirled a fire ball, grabbing the spare dagger from the sheath attached under the desk, courtesy of you, and whirled it in that direction. She watched as smoke cleared and the dagger was no where to be found she prayed that she at least stunned her mother.

———time jump———

You were slumped forward and felt the restraints digging into your wrist and ankles as they were tied to the legs of the wooden chair. You were quickly jolted awake by Cora grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at her. Ugh, she let out a disgusted sigh and shoved you face away turning back, you watched as she walked out of the room into a smaller side room, looking around you realized you were in an older cabin, wait this was the cabin that’s hidden in the woods the enchanted cabin that… you heard heels coming towards you and turned your head, Maleficent and Cora both stood looking at you. Maleficent knelt down in front of you studying your features, she stared at your bump deciding whether or not to touch, as if it wasn’t real, you thrashed in the seat and she looked into your eyes, she ran a hand over your bump feeling your baby move.

“Cora, this is not the way to do this.” Maleficent spoke out but kept eyes trained on you as you gave her the smallest most gently terrified look you could.

“I decide how I do things, you’re just here for support on getting her back.”

“But her wife and unborn child?” Maleficent stood going to Cora.

“If they’re gone nothing will ever stop her from going back to dark and staying there.”

You started yelling into the gag and thrashing in the seat. Cora moved over to you and you felt as she slapped your face the sting of her fingers meeting your skin and the ringing in your ear her ring sliced into the skin of your cheek and you felt the blood run down, you knew you would have a black eye. She then grabbed the gag sliding it from your mouth.

“I swear if you lay a finger on Regina or my baby… so help me God.”

“Oh darling, I see why my daughter loves you.”

“My WIFE will be here before you know it and when she gets here nothing will stop her or me from destroying you!” You yelled at the woman in front of you. She bent down getting in your face, “nothing will stop me from getting my daughter back.”

“She’s not your little play toy anymore.” Again you felt a slap this time blood ran from you lip. You looked up and saw a shadow go by the window, Cora walked back over to Maleficent and retreated into the other room as you sat there hearing them argue. You watched as the shadows moved towards the door and then the door cracked, revealing Snow and Regina was right behind she pushed past the other woman and rushed to you, she ran her fingers over the cut on your lip.

“God what did she do to you?” Regina undid the restraints pulling you up into a hug.

“I’m okay…” you trailed, she pulled back placing a hand on your bump and running it over your large 8 month swollen stomach, “the baby too, we’re both okay.”

“Regina!” Snow yelled before being thrown against the wall by Cora, she used her body to shield you from her mother, taking her stand.

“My brave girl, protecting the mother of her child, but I ask who protects you, who truly keeps you from falling back into darkness.”

“I do.” You spoke up moving to stand next to her. Cora laughed out loud and Maleficent moved to check on Snow who was waking up, “Maleficent, what’re you doing?”

“This is wrong Cora.”

“And who are you to decide what is right and wrong, you destroyed villages and kingdoms with a single breath during your dragon days.”

“Mother my reign of terror and bloodshed is over, I’m never turning back.”

“Oh shut up stupid girl, I’ll show you terror.” She flicked her wrist and you felt a pain rip through your abdomen, it was so hard it brought you to your knees and you reached grabbing Regina’s arm as she turned to you.

“Oh God… Oh God the baby.” You let out a moan as tears started to fall, you felt the pain coming and going in waves, you looked down and saw a small stream of blood running down your leg.

“Mother, Stop!” Regina shouted and you watched as her magic collided with her mothers. You fell forward now on hands and knees as another pain tore through your body, you felt hands come around your sides and Snow tried getting you up.

“We need to get you out of here,” she let you lean into her and tried guiding you out the door. You reached a hand down brining it up coated in blood, again wincing in pain.

“But…but Regina,” you stuttered out in pain, letting out another moan. Maleficent placed a hand on your shoulder rubbing your arm as you tried breathing through it, “Let me save her for once you get out of here and get help before we have an injured Regina and a premature baby on our hands.” You looked into her eyes and saw she genuinely wanted to help, you slowly shook your head in agreement.

“Please get her back to me, please.”

She shook her head not breaking eye contact, “I promise, on my life.” Snow quickly turned taking you to the car as Maleficent threw her the keys,”I need to call Zelena we need to get you to the hospital.”

“No…” you struggled through another contraction.

“Y/N you’re in premature labor, there’s to much blood.”she tried reasoning with you.

“Snow if you take me all the way there…” you stopped breathing through another searing pain, letting out a low groan. “If we wait this baby won’t make it…God Snow… I won’t make it.” You said through gritted teeth.

“Okay just hold on.” You felt the car lurch forward as she pressed the gas harder.

She quickly rushed you back to the loft and called Emma filling her in, she reached over reassuring you again as you tried breathing in the passenger seat every wave coming stronger and faster. Once in the loft you were laid on Snow and David’s bed, Zelena and Emma quickly ran in the door, Zelena made her way to you. Seeing the blood on your thighs staining the white sheets red as you white knuckled the blankets, Snow brushing the sweat coated hair out of your face.

“What happened?”

“I…” you moaned, quickly being cut off by another pain.

“It was Cora she cast a spell and quick flick of her wrist and then Y/N was bent over in pain and the bleeding started.” She started to explain.

“Oh please don’t let her miscarry.” Snow said worrying.

“Don’t let me lose this baby.” You spoke out through another sharp pain.

“Labor?” Asked Emma looking to a very concentrated Zelena.

“Sort of, by the looks and sound of it mommy dearest used a pregnancy acceleration spell, if done right can work for mother and baby but if done wrong can cause a lot of problems.” Zelena explained, she lifted you shirt and felt your stomach pressing down in a few spots and releasing pressure as she felt the muscles tighten.

“Can you reverse if?” Snow asked concerned.

“I can I need to do it fast, and it will hurt like hell.”

“Will the baby be okay?”

“Y/N but you…” Snow started.

“Will the baby make it?!”

“Yes. I’m not sure the toll it will take on your body.” Zelena explained.

“I don’t care about me, you save this baby, whatever it takes you save my baby, our baby.” She slowly shook her head as you laid back against the pillows, Snow held your hand tightly understanding what could happen, Emma quickly gathered supplies and then came around to your other side, you felt Zelena swirl her hands on your bump, positioning them, you breathed through another pain.

“5 count?” She asked.

“Surprise me.” You let out a nervous breath as she nodded.

“Okay, 1…2…3…” she started before 5 not giving you much time to adjust, the last thing you heard was a bloodcurdling scream, realized it was you and then everything went black.

——— time jump———

You felt lips on your forehead and a hand holding yours, you felt tears as they landed on your hair. Slowly blinking open your eyes you realized it was your wife, she looked unscathed from events earlier. You quickly shot up on your elbows allowing the blanket to fall away revealing your bump, Regina was sitting next to the bed and laid an arm across you lap as you scooted up against the pillows resting her hand on your bump. You let out a small moan feeling the soreness in your muscles.

“Hey,” she spoke gently.

“What happened? Are you okay?” You slid your hand onto her cheek watching her eyes, she leaned into your hand.

“Well Zelena told me what happened, she told me though that you blacked out during the reversal spell.” She avoided the question.

“What happened with your mom?”

“Cora, I don’t consider her family after she went after you like that, Maleficent helped me and she pushed her back through a portal, she fell through with her though, I owe her my life.”

“Me too, how long was I out.”

“Two days, everyone has been asking about you.”

“Mmm, where’s Henry?” You rubbed at your eyes.

“With Emma and Snow and David they went out. Y/N I almost lost you, my love I’m so so sorry.” You watched as tears started to fall and you placed your hand back on her cheek, wiping tears with your thumb, she embraced the touch. You both let tears fall for a moment before she leaned forwards placing a kiss to your lips and then allowing you to lay your forehead against hers, “Y/N I will always fight for you, until I draw my last breath, I love you more than anything and I can’t wait to watch our family grow and I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

“Regina Mills you make me the happiest woman alive, don’t for a minute think that I’ll ever leave you, I love you, besides the ring is already on so it’s going to take a lot more than that to scare me away.” You both chuckled.

Zelena walked down the stairs and turned coming up to you and sitting at the edge of the bed, “So mama, looks like everything went okay, you’re gonna be sore for a little while, and as of yesterday you are officially on bedrest aside from coming in to visit.”

“Thank you Z, for everything.” You gave her a gentle smile.

“Don’t mention it just promise me that you’ll rest up and come back to show me the ropes before you have my niece or nephew.” She winked, patting your leg.

You heard the lock click and watched as the door swung open at first everyone moved in slowly until they saw you, they stood shocked until Henry came running around the corner and jumped on the bed hugging around your neck the best he could with your bump in the way. Zelena took her leave joining the others in the kitchen.

“Mama I thought I lost you!” You hugged him with one arm as tears rolled down your cheeks, Henry has never actually addressed you as mom before. You felt as Regina squeezed your hand and gave you a look, you closed you eyes living in the moment.

“Henry, love you’ll never lose me, I love you little man.” He wouldn’t let go of your neck and then you realized that he was crying, Regina reached around rubbing his back, “Baby it’s okay.” She reassured him.

“I…I…I just thought I lost you, I can…can’t lose both my m…moms, or my little sister I can’t wait to meet he…her” He said through sobs. You both smiled gently at him as he clung around your neck.

“Henry love what if you got a little brother?” Regina asked gently.

“No, I think it’s a girl.”

“Oh okay.” She chuckled looking at you as you held him and rubbed his back.

“I’d say someone agrees with that.” You let out a smirk, Regina looked at you hopeful.

“Really?” You nodded and she moved her hand down feeling as your baby kicked, a tear rolled down her cheek and she leaned up to kiss you.

“I wanna feel.” Henry said turning his head and placing a hand near Regina’s feeling the baby move. He let out a toothy grin making you both laugh at your sons reaction.

He pulled away but only to curl into your side holding Regina’s hand that was spread across your bump, he started talking to the baby, you sat there content knowing that no matter what you were all loved and that you finally had the family you always dreamed of.

#pregnancy #ouat x reader #x yn #regina mills x reader

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zirawrites · 1 year

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How would companions and faction leaders (+ DLC) react to Ripper Docs?

They are special doctors that can replace any missing limbs from legs, arms, or even specific things like your big toe and eyes.

They are completely unrelated to the Institute as well.

I can’t do the DLC faction leaders because I haven’t played them recently. But I’m happy to add the ones from the main game + Gage.

Cait: Where were these Ripper Docs when Cait was fighting in the Combat Zone? Although they’re sketchy, Cait thinks cheap and fast medical care is better than none at all. And she’d trust them over some fancy-pants quack in Diamond City any day.

Codsworth: Sometimes the Mr. Handy wished replacing human parts was as easy as buying a new limb from General Atomics. Codsworth isn’t happy with Sole choosing some back alley surgeon over a trusted one at a more reputable settlement, but he’s glad Sole is at least getting medical care.

Curie: Curie thinks Ripper Docs are medical marvels. Replacing an entire limb on such limited doctoral knowledge? She’s asked several times to be trained by one. For science, of course.

Danse: Anyone who can implant something into the body that wasn’t there before is part of the Institute. He doesn’t care what anyone else tells him.

Deacon: “Ripper? I hardly know her!” Deacon thinks that joke is way funnier than Sole finds it. Deacon is very familiar with Ripper Docs. Half his face changes have been from them.

Desdemona: Desdemona actually got work done from a Ripper Doc after a botched mission almost took off her finger. She finds them discrete and practical.

Gage: “Shit, you’re telln’ me I never had to wear this stupid eyepatch?” Gage jokes about wanting to see one, but the truth is he’s grown emotionally attached to the cover over his eye.

Hancock: Tells Sole when his limbs start falling off from the radiation, he knows just where to go now. Isn’t joking. Hancock kids about immortality, but he’s always suspected all ghouls either go feral or deteriorate eventually.

MacCready: Mac is wary of anyone who claims they have that kind of medical prowess. Sole jokes they can replace his arms with robot ones, and that actually terrifies him. He won’t let Sole get near one, warning they’d swap them into a synth when they’re under anesthesia.

Maxon: As long as the enhancements made under their services aren’t cyber-related, Maxon doesn’t care. Let the Commonwealth chop itself up and stitch itself back together. He has more important things to worry about.

Preston: He thinks the idea of changing someone’s limbs... or eyes... is creepy, but Preston knows the Commonwealth needs all the healthcare they can get. He’d never personally go to one, but he won’t judge someone for undergoing their services.

Piper: Similarly to Danse, Piper cannot be convinced Ripper Docs aren’t part of the Institute. However, she is quick to interview them for a story on the Commonwealth’s more interesting forms of medical care.

Nick: “Do you think the hands they can replace yours with have fingerprints? Or do they sandpaper them off before loaning them out?” Nick is honestly disgusted by the whole concept. It reminds him of the Institute.

Shaun: Shaun finds Ripper Docs interesting enough to implant one of their memories into a synth so they can teach the Institute scientists how to perform their surgeries.

X6-88: The courser thinks if you’re stupid enough to lose an entire limb, you don’t deserve to get it back.

#fallout 4 #fallout 4 reactions #nick valentine #fallout 4 deacon #fallout 4 piper #danse #maccready #arthur maxon #hancock #fallout 4 preston #fallout 4 gage #fallout 4 curie #codsworth #cait fallout 4 #vulcunniko

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peutrefaction · 3 months

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Ky (pronounced "Key"). It/its in the way an object is. Tzimisce, old enough.

[ooc about under the cut] [MEDICAL GORE AFOOT]

Main and rules are @bombpipe. Posts delete after 1 week.

NAME: Ky (Ky'sten'tal) PRNS: it/its AGE: 124 (oct 26 1900) AGE PHYS: ??? CLAN: Tzimisce

APPEARANCE: Embraced in its thirties but fleshcrafted to be kind of ??? looks and feels like a brushed matte plastic doll. Doesn't put its patients at ease

Considers itself completely sexless due to removal of reproductive organs and sex characteristics. Like a doll. (Are you seeing a theme?)

It has only the bare minimum organs needed to function.

[merits/flaws/disciplines under the pictures]

this is all ive got god bless 🙏

The following is more for me than for you:

MERITS: - Haven (v5) - •• townhome with two levels, owned - Middle class (v5) - •• organ trafficking, unlicensed 'plastic surgeon' - Beautiful (v5) - •• uncannily so - almost like it were hand sculpted...

FLAWS: - Obvious predator (v5) - •• - Folkloric bane (v5) - • holy water - Twice cursed (v5) - ••

Grounded - Each Tzimisce must select a specific charge, be it physical location, a group of people, or something even more esoteric. Each night they must sleep surrounded by their charge, if they do not, they sustain aggravated Willpower damage equal to their Bane Severity upon waking the following night.[2] > ball jointed dolls Cursed Courtesy - If they wish to enter a place of residence uninvited they must spend Willpower equal to their Bane Severity, this penalty also applies to their Discipline pools while they are there. The invitation inside can only be made by someone who lives there and this does not occur in uninhabited homes or public places.

DISCIPLINES: Protean - ••• weight of the feather, feral weapons, shape change (arctic wolf) [TENTATIVE]

Dominate - •• cloud memory, domitors favor

Amalgam vicissitude (••), fleshcrafting (•••)

#about

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youvereachedthebadend · 1 year

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Honestly to me it’s just a matter of what perspective helps you. Like how some people will describe their childhood self as a different person from their adult self. If it helps to think of your corrupted self as a completely different person, then you should. If not, you shouldn’t.

"Yes, exactly, what they said," Henrik says. "Oh wait, you cannot hear them. They say that thinking of our corrupted self as someone else might help. If it does not, we shouldn't think of them that way."

"That is a very simple way of looking at it," Trisha says.

"Perhaps. But a very practical way. It's not like we can have therapy in this situation. We can only cope."

"Hmm." Trisha pauses, then nods. "What helps you?"

Henrik thinks about it. "Well... my way of coping has always been dissociation. Getting away from reality. So, I suppose I think of Surgeon as another person who lived in my head. He may still be there. But he cannot be here right now. I have to talk to him later."

"That is very like you." Trisha gives a small, sad smile. "When I woke up, they called me Wolf. I remembering being her. There was this... this manic energy inside me, all the time. Like a feral animal. But it feels so foreign. Perhaps... she was not me."

Henrik nods. "She was not you. If that is what helps, that is how it is."

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye au #jacksepticegos #septic egos #septic egos au #schneepanswers #the-earnest-system

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queernunnos · 2 years

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God Stuff

Pantheon: Gaulish/Nemetondevos

Divine origin: Reincarnation of Cernunnos

Callings: Healer, Guardian, Liminal

Paths: Therianthrope, Druid

Purviews: Beasts(wild), Earth, Epic Strength, Prosperity, Wild, Nemeton

Innate Powers

Beasts: Animals will never attack or harm you, unless they are compelled by magic or Legendary creatures themselves. Animals answer to the Demigod’s divine presence. All aspects of living things obey her, and where she walks, she shares the feral power of all beasts with her friends and allies.

Earth: As long as you are standing on the ground (the bottom floor of a building counts) or an earthen surface, you cannot be forcibly moved from your location by any amount of physical force, and gain Enhancement 1 on Might and Stamina rolls. Reigning supreme over stones, dirt, and ore, the Demigod rules the dominion of Earth. Their overwhelming earthen power empowers their friends and compatriots,

hardening skin and shaping majestic works from clay.

Epic Strength: You have +1 Scale for purposes of lifting, breaking, or carrying large objects. You can use Might in place of Presence for intimidation, seduction, or building Bonds of camaraderie. There’s nothing a Demigod the dominion of Epic Strength can’t lift, break, or throw. Her epic might inspires those around her to similar, impossible feats.

Nemeton: You have your own sacred shrine. You can always sense who is in your nemeton and what’s happening there, and you may use Boons and marvels to take effect there as if you were present.

Prosperity: Whenever you exploit your wealth or financial status to influence someone, treat their Attitude towards you as one point higher. This does not stack with other magical Attitude bonuses. Material wealth and currency multiply in the hands of a Demigod with dominion over Prosperity. The material fortunes of her friends and allies also find their monetary gains increased.

Wild: You move through the wilderness with a dryad’s grace, ignoring any difficult or dangerous terrain based on dense undergrowth, fallen trees, briar patches, or similar plant-based hazards. Add Enhancement 2 on all rolls to establish stealth while in a wilderness area. Primal and untamed, the Demigod controls with wilderness with godlike ease. Her friends and compatriots need not fear the hazards of nature or deprivation so long

as she is present.

Knacks

SCENT THE DIVINE

Having a touch of divinity, you have an innate sense of anything divine near you. With a sniff or a knowing listen, you may detect another Scion (or God, or Legendary Creature, etc.) of a particular pantheon.

The Bare Minimum

You are always able to safely tend to someone’s wounds even if you have no sanitary medical tools available. Even if all you have are twigs and dirt, you’ll be able to perform surgery at no increased Difficulty and at no risk to your patient.

Combat Medic

When you tend to an ally’s wounds in the heat of battle, once per turn remove any −1 Injury they may be suffering — including damage sustained to armor — without needing to roll. You may not make Mixed actions when utilizing this Knack.

Damage Conversion

When you administer medical attention to a patient or yourself as an action, convert any Injuries one lower: Maimed becomes Injured, Injured becomes Bruised, and Bruised injuries heal completely.

Surgeon with the Hands of God

Halve the time you need to undertake any kind of medical procedure (such as surgery). You never face any increased Difficulty to treat a critically ill or injured patient.

Reconstruction

A FORTRESS

Once per day, make a Knack Skill roll. If any successes are achieved, remove any one Condition a target may face that is not necessarily an illness or ailment. Examples include ending a character’s blindness, restoring a limb with a perfect prosthetic, and ending paralysis or PTSD. You may cure additional ailments by spending 1 Momentum each. As an additional effect, which does not cost Momentum, at the beginning of the session you have the option to reassign your Attribute dots in any order as long as they remain within the same original categories. You cannot move Resistance dots into

Power dots, for example.

At the start of a combat scene, roll your Knack Skill with 1 Enhancement. Gain the following Stunts which you may spend the resulting successes on, each time you successfully Defend (e.g. an attack targeting you does not hit).

Get Out of Here (1s): A target you are protecting immediately makes the Disengage action.

Second Wind (2s): Heal a −1 Injury you have taken, including Injuries sustained by your Armor.

My Turn (1s) Make one additional attack action against an opponent that attacked your charge this round.

A SENTINEL

Choose a person or group of trivial tar gets to be your charge. When you guard your charge, you both gain +1 Defense so long as you stay in the same range band. You also gain +1 Enhancement to rolls to keep track of or defend your charge.

A TALISMAN

Bless an object (usually belonging to someone you wish to protect, but not required) and make a Knack Skill roll. If any successes are achieved, it then grants the bearer 2 Enhancement to rolls made to defend or protect against a particular person, thing, or situation as defined at the time of blessing. If you are making a talisman for your charge, this happens automatically without needing to roll.

A VIGIL

When you stand guard over a person, place, or thing, you do not need to eat or sleep so long as your vigil persists. This benefit extends so long as the protected target remains within your sight. You may do other things — talk, interact, move around,etc. — but must devote most of your time to keeping your vigil. You may only keep vigil over one thing at a time.

BY YOUR SIDE

Spend a point of Momentum to move to be next to someone you are protecting in an instant, regardless of the distance between you. You receive an innate warning whenever this Knack would come into play. If you are protecting your charge, you do not need to pay the cost.

EXPERIENCED TRAVELER

When you travel to a new place, no matter how remote, you quickly pick up the social mores and behaviors, along with enough of the language to get by. Add +1 Enhancement to any applicable rolls to blend into the culture, if the Storyguide feels a need to call for a roll at all. This bonus applies before you roll. Additionally, when you attend a social ritual (such as a wedding or a funeral or a birthday party) you always know exactly the right social mores to follow, and how to appropriately dress. Even if you were not invited, you will not read as out of place.

FLATLANDER

When you make a close combat, thrown, or ranged attack, you gain access and 1 Enhancement to apply any of the following Stunts to your action, in addition to the default set:

Glimpse the Other Side (any successes above Defense): Make a Clash of Wills. If the target fails, they are removed from reality (leaving play entirely) until the start of their next turn. They roll initiative as normal and reappear where they were standing on their action. An opponent removed from reality in this way cannot be targeted by any actions until they reappear.

Stutter Time(any successes above Defense): You force the target of your attack to suffer a penalty to their Initiative equal to the successes you spend on this Stunt. This pushes a fast opponent further down the initiative roster. If you are targeting an opponent who has already gone, they take this penalty at the start of the next turn.

Bend Space(any successes above Defense): Reduce the target’s Range by 1 for each success spent on this Stunt, to a minimum of Close, which lasts until the end of the target’s next action.

UNERRING DELIVERY

Send a message via another person — a stranger you choose on the street, a spirit or ghost of your pantheon, etc. — to someone in an instant, which can be done even if you are not present in the World, or somewhere else where a simple text or email might not reach.

ENFORCING THE BOUNDARY

Make a Knack Skill roll— on a success, create a barrier of force that protects you and all allies within short range of you. It moves with you, but you may not take the Rush or Disengage actions. The force field lasts until the end of a fight scene, until you are Taken Out, or until you choose to end the effect — whichever comes first. While enforcing this boundary, characters under its protection may not be targeted by attacks by weapons or abilities with the Firearms or Arcing tags. It adds your Legend in Enhancement to any rolls you make to resist the Rush action. This applies before you roll.

STEP SIDEWAYS

When you take a Move action, cross the distance instantly. This movement ignores hazardous and difficult terrain and crosses distance where there may not be a safe place to walk — such as across a chasm. So long as you can see your destination and it is within a distance you can Move, you appear there unharmed. This may only be used to augment the reflexive Move action, and does not apply to Rush or Disengage.

BLOODY-MINDED

You gain an additional Injured slot. If your Stamina is 5, you also gain an additional Maimed slot. This bonus is cumulative with the Bruised slots from having Stamina 3+.

KEEN-EYED PREDATOR

As the Hunter Knack of the same name

When you enter a Field, you extend your senses to determine what might await you. Ask one question from the following list for free. You may roll your Knack Skill and spend one success per additional question. The Storyguide must answer these questions honestly:

What kinds of hazards (such as terrain) are present?

Where is the nearest exit?

Where is the safest way in?

How many hostile enemies are present?

Who (or what) is the biggest threat?

SCENT OF BLOOD

You automatically know when you are in the presence of someone with a Bruised or greater injury and the level of her injury. You have 1 Enhancement to follow the trail of that person until she either washes away the scent or covers it with something stronger.

FERAL HUNTER

Choose a Heroic or Immortal Hunter Knack.

Internal Compass: You always know your precise direction — whether that be navigating while on foot or driving a car, or working your way out of a petty God’s labyrinthine prison. You do not ever have to roll to navigate somewhere, or to find your way out of being lost. If you are entrapped in a magical maze, make a Clash of Wills with 2 Enhancement.

KEEPER OF KNOWLEDGE

Gain access to one of the following Mortal Sage Knacks (Scion: Origin, p. 111): Blockade of Reason, Palace of Memory, or Presence of Magic.

Presence of Magic: You always know when you are near an object or place of true magical or sacred power. How this manifests is up to you.

DRUIDS KIT

This knack functions identically to the Heroic Healer Knack “Doctor’s Kit”, but rather than modern medical equipment, you heal with herbs you’ve collected in the wild. The stunts are likewise identical, but represent the following, respectively: Rare Herbs (1s), Poultice (2s), and Ritual Tincture (4s).

• Doctor’s Kit: At the start of a combat scene, roll Knack Skill. Spend the resulting successes on the following Stunts whenever a bandmate or allied character in the same range band as you takes an Injury:

Ice Pack (1) — Remove a −1 Injury, including those sustained by armor

Swift Bandaging (2) — Remove a −1 Injury

Emergency Operation (4) — Remove a −4 Injury until the end of the scene

AOIFE'S CURSE

By successfully striking a foe of lower tier with a hazel wand, you transform them into a beast of your choice, as in the Metamorphosis Boon “Transfigure”. This transformation is a Condition that resolves upon a future event you name that must be either guaranteed to occur within the arc, such as “when next the moon is full,” or something the target can make happen themselves, such as “when you give back what you stole.” The successful attack isn’t required against trivial targets.

BOONS

BEASTS

ANIMAL ASPECT

You choose an animal and emulate one of its iconic traits. Pick one of the following benefits:

Mobility: You can swim like a dolphin, burrow like a termite, or emulate flight with graceful leaps. You can ignore any dangerous or difficult terrain) or complicated passages, barriers, or hazards that form of movement could reasonably bypass.

Senses: Choose a specific circumstance in which the animal’s senses give an advantage— an eagle’s eyes can see clearly from far away, a bat can echolocate in total darkness, while a dog can track by scent for miles. You have Enhancement 3 on sense-based rolls where that advantage applies.

Other: Pick a miscellaneous trait, like an octopus’s camouflage, an anglerfish’s bioluminescence, or a peacock’s magnificent plumage. You either have Enhancement 2 on actions that trait benefits, or ignore up to 3 points of Complication it negates, whichever best represents the chosen trait.

LEADER OF THE PACK

You can speak to and understand all animals. Animals that don’t have a Legend rating treat their Attitude towards you as one point higher when determining whether you can persuade them to take on a task. This does not stack with other magical Attitude bonuses. Once you reclaim the Legend from this Boon, your animal helpers will still try to complete your requests, but may become distractible or less reliable, at the Storyguide’s discretion.

TOOTH AND CLAW

Choose an animal whose natural ferocity you wish to evoke. Your brawling attacks gain the Lethal tag and up to three points of other weapon tags appropriate to the chosen animal, such as Grappling and Piercing for an alligator’s bite or Pushing and Piercing for a rhino’s charge.

EARTH

SHAPING HAND

You can shape and mold stone, metal, and other earthen substances with your bare hands as though it were as malleable as clay. When this assists in an

action, like climbing a sheer cliff overhang or pulling a steel wall open, you gain Enhancement 3.

SKIN LIKE STONE

Your soft armor rating increases by one. If you aren’t wearing any armor (or other protective gear that provides a soft armor rating), it increases by three instead.

EPIC STRENGTH

A World of Glass

You are capable of tearing down walls, ripping up concrete, or rendering brick structures to powder in moments. Once per scene, you may make a Feat of Scale to enhance any Might-based action without having to pay a point of Legend.

Pistons for Fists

Your Close Combat and Athletics attack rolls strike with incredible force. On a hit, you can either send an opponent flying back one range band, or knock him prone. Felled enemies must succeed on a Dexterity + Athletics roll at Difficulty 3 to Rise from Prone even if you are not threatening them. This attack can scatter a group of trivial targets, gaining the Shockwave tag as long as all characters in the targeted range band are trivial

NEMETON

My World, My Rules

You open a portal to your nemeton, which spills into the Field around you, blurring the two places. The Field becomes either dangerous (with up to three points of Complications) or difficult terrain for everyone except you and your allies. The specific effects follow the themes of your nemeton: Bees swarm the area, a torrent of thermal water fills the room, or oak roots trip careless trespassers, for instance. Further, you and your allies may travel back and forth through the portal itself. Doing so in action time requires being at close range to the portal and making a successful disengage roll if necessary. Those within the nemeton cannot interact with the Field or vice versa. If you’re already in your nemeton, you may use this Boon to affect its terrain at no cost.

PROSPERITY

Blessed Wealth

You call forth wealth, conjuring up roughly $10,000 worth of riches (though you don’t need to bother keeping track of precise sums). This wealth takes the form of your choosing: a fresh wad of $100 bills in your wallet, coins of precious metal minted with your divine parent’s visage, a discreet deposit into your online bank account, or similar. Regardless of the form it takes, money conjured with this Boon wants to be spent — any that remains in your possession once the session ends vanishes. The money retains your blessing once it has been given away, giving a mortal Enhancement 3 on a single roll to run a business successfully or maintain a comfortable home and lifestyle (above and beyond the usual benefits of having money to spend). If it becomes divided among multiple characters, only the first one to roll gets the Enhancement.

DIVINE PROVIDENCE

You give your blessing to a specific group of mortals that belong to an organization or live in the same place, such as the employees of a business, the members of your cult, or the populace of a city. Your benevolence wards away economic misfortune, negating any mundane Conditions that arise from poverty or stabilizing larger-scale economies. A blessing on a city’s homeless population ensures they will fortuitously find enough resources to maintain their basic needs of sustenance and accommodation, while your favored city will weather recessions or other misfortune slightly better than others in the region. If you have a relationship to the group or city that benefits from this that is represented by a Path, you can evoke that Path an additional time each session.

WILD

OVERGROWTH

You cause plants to sprout and rapidly grow from the soil, cracks in concrete, or any other surface that can support them. You can create difficult terrain anywhere within range and create one or more terrain features that provide a total of 3 points worth of Complications or Enhancements. For the rest of the scene, you direct the plants to attack an enemy as a simple action, rolling Presence +Survival. These attacks have the Bashing, Grappling, and Versatile tags.

#wip

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hcrrorbabes · 2 months

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𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒

I gotta put this into more detail and posts on their own but for now this is going to have to do. below are Eddie, Enid and Jason's verses. they've decided they're the primaries for the moment. I will flesh these out a bit more when I have time. especially Eddie's and Jason's.

𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 .

DEFAULT V. currently tweaking s4 slightly bc fuck that noise (will post soon but willing to discuss) survived The Incident ™ because I said so spent a ridiculous amount of time in the hospital a town over returns to " Natural Disaster Clean Up " and battle plans

PRE S4 V. running HellFire & attending band practice being a general menace to society casually failing most classes because who cares

WITCH V. ( as a treat ) inherited his mother's penchant for being a kitchen witch spends most of his time helping supernatural beings that no one else really will is essentially a hex / love potion ( always fake ) dealer and backyard surgeon

KAS V. 'dies' in Upside down loses his mind in a way and turns into a bit of a monster not as far gone as Henry but def on his way claws his way out of the cracks caused by the breach secludes himself to the trailer park tearing any bat / demodog that slips through kids hear police talking about 'teens messing around' in the trailer park nosy little shits go to check it out --- because why wouldn't they find Eddie completely 'feral' scuffle ensues, quote unquote adults step in to put a stop to it kids (read: Dustin & Mike) are determined to 'bring Eddie back' devise a plan to 'tame the beast'

𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐃 .

DEFULT V. post s1 currently learning how to deal with her transformation and her mother out of school for the moment

S1 V. contains all of the events of the first season

𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 .

DEFAULT V. reigning bat fam disappointment #1 batman hater Tim Drake's biggest fan currently dividing his time between helping street kids and vigilante behavior

SUPERNATURAL V. Wayne family hunter who's seen the bad side doesn't believe in experimentation or research on supernaturals has the bad habit of black and white thinking dispatch the bad, turn a blind eye to the good begrudging older brother Tim Drake's biggest fan

#𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 . [ . . . ] out of char /

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neonnightwriting · 1 year

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NEON NIGHT INTRODUCTION

i decided to make a dedicated writeblr for the series i’m working on, Neon Night.

LENGTH: it’s planned for a trilogy, but if it does well, i have plenty of material for more books; i’m trying to keep the first book around 100,000 words

POV: multiple alternating first-person perspectives, with each POV having a different vibe

PACE: this is a fast-paced story with a betrayal or a new secret or a gunfight every page turn

GENRE: it’s damn near everything: its a crime drama, its a queer romance, its a comedy

THEMES: anti-capitalism, anti-colonization, finding a reason to keep living despite everything, morally gray characters who do bad things and good things and are experts at compartmentalization

WHAT HAPPENS UNDER THE NEON NIGHT?

SHORT SUMMARY: Legal day jobs and illegal night lives all collide in a single summer in the beating heart of Minnesota as several strangers, friends, and enemies find their lives irreversibly entangled in Neon Night.

POV CHARACTERS & EXTENDED SUMMARY:

Xavier Campbell (26, he/him, trans, gay) has more problems and secrets than anyone ought to, and when his neighbor, Henry Townsend (39), angry about the recent death of his son, suggests they commit a scheme to steal money directly from corporate bank accounts, Xavier reluctantly agrees, falling back on old instincts he’s tried to suppress—instincts he’ll need if he’s to keep their ‘perfect scheme’ hidden, something that grows increasingly more difficult due to Henry’s recklessness, Xavier’s own altruism, and attention from organized crime syndicates.

The O’Shea and the Kinney crime families have been embroiled in a cold war for two decades, but the sudden arrest of Eamon Kinney threatens to turn the conflict into a full scale war. Upon her father’s arrest, Saoirse (20, she/her, cis, grayaroace lesbian) takes over as leader of the Kinneys. She must outsmart the FBI, untangle the mystery of who set up her father, and save her family from all-out war with the O'Sheas, all while paranoia and pagan superstition threatens to turn her against her own blood.

Macha O'Shea (22, she/her, cis, ace lesbian) and her brother Roan handle the trickiest jobs in the O'Shea family—threatening uncooperative officials, maintaining the network of underground city utility tunnels the O’Sheas use, and most recently, interpreting whether or not Macha’s vague and violent visions of the future and the past are evidence of her being a druid, or simply the result of the overactive imagination of a traumatized woman.

Camilo Ramos (26, he/him, cis, bi) and his family have been on the run from the paramilitary group known as the Mexican Liberation Front for three generations, aided by his Grandfather Rafael’s visions granted to him by Santa Muerte—visions Camilo refuses to believe in. The O'Sheas have used this information to extort the Ramoses financially, and forced medical student Camilo to work as their unlicensed surgeon. His life intersects with Xavier who works at his aunt’s restaurant and the two begin a romance beset by family secrets neither one feels they can divulge to the other.

Fun things in this story that don’t fit anywhere else: yes those tunnels are real they really exist underneath downtown St. Paul and they’re so much more extensive than I ever imagined (i have photos and maps!); POV chapters from side characters like Amelia Ngo (33, she/her, trans, bi) who inherits her mother’s mostly legitimate investment company; Lorcan O’Shea (16, they/them, nb, pan) who was definitely legally adopted and is an expert sniper; Farrah Musad (19, she/her, cis, lesbian), a hijabi biker who runs an underground medical practice primarily serving Somali immigrants as well as people on the ‘wrong’ side of the law. While not a POV character, Casey Donnegan (29, they/them, nb, aroace) is an absolute delight in every scene, being a completely feral crime family leader, talking way too loud in public about murder plans, and refusing to do a damn thing unless you buy them brunch first.

If anyone is interested in keeping up with this story, I will make a taglist. Current word count as of writing this intro post is about 30,000 words.

#writeblr #wip introduction #writing #neon night series #new writeblr

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3/31/23: r/SketchDaily theme, "Your Cozy Place." I don't really have a cozy place, our house is garbage. Here's this instead.

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This week's character from my anthro WWII storyline is Lance Corporal Indigo Rat. He's one of the members of the original unit that was incorporated into the battalion; he opposed the new leadership at first, but settled for a position as a medic helping out the chief surgeon. There'll be more about him later in my art Tumblr and Toyhou.se.

Regarding his design, hm, he's a bit plain, maybe he'll be tweaked in the future; unsure.

TUMBLR EDIT: Although Indigo is an older character--not one of the original original characters, I think he dates to the intermediate, circa-2000 reboot--I know relatively little about him, as he isn't a MAJOR character and despite me gently poking at him he hasn't revealed any extensive backstory yet. I'll just tell what I do know.

Indigo is Australian. This fact was an iffy, unexplained one in my original version of him; I think the implication was that he was actually a member of the Australian military who ended up recruited into the Marine Corps (what the Trench Rats started out as, thus the lance corporals--but they must be a completely fictional military branch now, as the Marines apparently don't have medics, who are an important part of the Trench Rats so I can't eliminate them), but this no longer stands--he's an American citizen, in the American military. So he must have immigrated to the US for some reason. Unless it has some bearing on his backstory (leaving Australia why?--Turquoise's recent ancestors had departed from Ireland, for example, following the famine), I guess it doesn't matter much, people immigrate all the time.

Another detail that survives from the earlier version is he has a fiancée, so is engaged to be married when he heads off to Europe; aside from my feeling that the two of them got engaged shortly before he shipped out and this was the reason why (i. e., "Come home to me safe and we'll get married"), I don't know anything about her or the nature of their relationship. I figured she's also Australian, and perhaps immigrated along with him, but on second thought, what if she's American and he met her here? I guess it's possible, and for some reason I find it more intriguing. I have no reason to suspect anything hinky about their relationship--she's not his beard or anything, like Lt. Wozniak and the woman he marries--but like I said, I honestly don't know anything else, she's a mystery. There's always the possibility a citizenship aspect could be involved though I doubt it, Indigo is apparently settled enough to join the US military, he probably doesn't need to get hitched to a citizen in order to stay. *shrugs*

In the previous reboot, Indigo was established as both an "intern" to Burgundy (I think medic is probably a better term, though I'm unsure--he's not a total newbie, he has decent basic medical experience, but isn't skilled at it like Burgundy--he does assist Burgundy with surgical procedures, so maybe he's training?) and as a field medic, as well as being the one in charge of handling the animals (raptors and dogs) the Rats use for transport and rescue. This latter point is an aspect I don't discuss much as it's kind of odd though it still stands. In the Trench Rats universe, there are both anthropomorphic canines (an entire half of the cast) and what I guess are known as "ferals," non-anthropomorphic canines. I haven't explored the talking dogs having non-talking dogs as pets/service animals yet--I suppose for example hunting characters like Dobermann or Heidenreich could have hounds, while camp employees like Dannecker or Franke could have attack dogs--though so far this hasn't entered the plot. Only the rodent characters, specifically the Trench Rats, employ birds and dogs as service animals. (I haven't explored the Axis characters making use of them yet, it seems to be implied the Rats came up with this idea on their own.) Nowadays I focus more on mechanical transport--motorcycles which existed in the original storyline, trucks, cars, tanks, trains obviously, even airplanes (an older character I need to develop more, Adalard von Staden, is a pilot who crashes at the beginning of the storyline and is captured by the Rats, so presumably he flies a plane)--but the Rats do still make use of their raptors (in this reboot, Corporal Drake complains about the training he and Sergeant Camo go through learning to use the birds, and refuses to engage further, saying God intended for him to keep his feet on the ground), and especially of their dogs--these latter are most often used to transport rescuees and injured parties in a sort of saddlebag/side basket setup which the dogs wear while the Trench Rat perches high up on the dog's neck to guide it via a harness. Burgundy is the one who makes the most use of this technique, which means Indigo is closely tied to it as well. In the previous reboot he was sort of the "animal wrangler" in charge of the stables where they're kept; I have no reason to change this detail.

A brief aside here to better describe Indigo's personality; he's a bit of a contradiction. He's a big, tall guy, well built and quite strong, and usually has a vaguely brooding look on his face so he often gives the impression of being intimidating and a bully--an impression he sees no problem taking advantage of when it suits him. Piss him off for the right reasons, and he WILL mess you up. I get the feeling he's been in a lot of brawls. He's not really a jerk, for the most part, though; to those on his good side, he's quite friendly and garrulous, the loud-laugher, smack-on-the-back type. (In the weird imaginary "animated series" version of this I briefly mentioned in Turquoise's entry, he's Irish rather than Australian, and rather than Indigo is nicknamed "Galoot," and this is kinda funny because looking this up now "galoot" may in fact have Irish origins?--I didn't know that till now.) He needs a strong sense of compassion in his particular job, and he does not have a hair-trigger temper--notice I said he'll mess you up if you piss him off for the right reasons--most of the time, if someone tries to pick a fight with him, he'll just laugh it off as he's not easily offended, personally. HOWEVER...get on his bad side, and he's someone quite different. He shows this side most often when dealing with the Nazis, who are the main targets of his spite. He doesn't often take offense himself, but he DOES get offended on behalf of others, especially those he considers victims. Bullying and injustice infuriate him, and so he bullies the Nazis right back, an "eye for an eye"-type behavior he feels is perfectly justified. The other Rats know it's best to keep him away from German captives they get as he doesn't make any real distinction between the ones who are Nazis and the ones who aren't (he's antagonistic toward Ratdog and Klemper when they interact with the Rats, for example, despite them both despising the Nazis themselves), and he has a tendency to rough them up if he gets the chance. Of course this is in direct conflict with his role as medic, and he often is reluctant to treat injured German prisoners, an obvious prejudice of his. I don't know at the moment if he's still alive or not (I don't think he is) when camp commandant Major Klaus is taken into custody, but if he were I know he would smirk rather than show concern for the sorry state Klaus is in (broken rib, smashed knee, face beaten so badly his eyes swell shut) when he's treated in the Rats' medical ward. Burgundy, who despite his own pissy attitude is able to set aside his personal prejudices (well, except for when he and Dr. Kammler meet face to face--when Kammler appeals to him as a fellow doctor, Burgundy punches him, twice), is frequently at odds with Indigo over his behavior but can't do anything to change it.

A newer development which I mentioned above is that Indigo's involvement in Germany predates the Trench Rats: He's one of the handful of American soldiers who are sent overseas technically before the US enters the war (which starts earlier in my storyline and follows a somewhat different course) to spy on Nazi activities. The US military has received word of suspicious matters including some kind of camps, and something called "Projekt Weltuntergang," literally, Project Doomsday. I haven't ironed out all the details of why Indigo and the others in his group are selected to go, though I'm suspecting it's rather random, they're just the guys who happen to be present when an official closes them off and takes them into his confidence to outline the mission. The vastly differing personalities and motivations of the parties involved are what lead me to suspect they were basically drafted for this, rather than volunteering; Silver and Teal, for example, are mostly opposed to the idea of getting involved, Turquoise and Copper feel compelled to go, and most of the others are neutral. Nobody refuses, however, and they ship out. Indigo is one of this group that sets up in a dugout behind German lines and participates in limited excursions and spying activities, reporting back via radio, until the Germans finally catch on. One of their number, who is later nicknamed Doomsday due to his forced involvement in the medical project (all of their nicknames come later on, I have yet to determine their original nicknames), is captured by the Nazis and the rest are subjected to constant gunfire and attack on their little dugout; they manage to hold their ground, but their food supplies and ammunition start to dwindle, and their radio battery starts to die, making contact with American authorities near impossible. All the Germans have to do is wait them out. They manage to get the finicky radio working one last time and establish contact with a British outpost, outlining the capture and their desperate situation, but the battery dies before they can give their exact location, and they're unsure how much of the info got through. All they can do is sit tight and wait and dimly hope.

Some days later, by which point they've almost given up hoping for any sort of rescue, they're startled when a corporal literally drops into their dugout; after quickly establishing that the grubby, famished group are the ones he's looking for, he introduces himself as Corporal Drake, and says a battalion known as the Trench Rats has arrived to relieve them and with hope to rescue their captured comrade. They manage to escape the dugout, Trench Rat forces fending off the Germans, and are brought to the hastily constructed Trench Rat Headquarters, a system of trenches, tunnels, and rooms being dug and fortified in the east German woods. Indigo and his group are fed and introduced to their new unit, for it's been decided that they'll be joining. Most of them are too exhausted and confused to raise much complaint, but Indigo and Silver object to the plan; they're the two among the original group to have the most authority and time in, so they reason that they deserve promotion to corporal or sergeant themselves--why should they take orders from Drake and Sergeant Camo, who've only just arrived and whom they barely know? (Teal has his own reasons for not wanting to take orders from Drake, but keeps this to himself and doesn't buck for a leadership role like they do.) Camo resists their demands, which rankles them quite a bit; throughout most of the story, Silver carries a heavy grudge against the Trench Rats' corporal and sergeant, no matter who carries the ranks.

Indigo, however, fares somewhat better, as he's offered an alternative: The chief surgeon, Burgundy (who it turns out outranks all of them, but defers to the sergeant and even the corporal, as he made serving solely as battalion surgeon a condition of his joining the Trench Rats), needs people to help him out in the medical ward and in the field. Indigo has medical experience, so he gets the job. (Others who end up in this role are British nurse Lyndsey Skye, and, later on, Lance Corporal Amaranth Rat.) It isn't quite what he'd wanted, but he finds himself so busy with the job, plus with handling the service animals, that he soon enough forgets his spite over being snubbed for a promotion. Additionally, he's given command of one of the companies, so it's not a bad deal. (Silver is given Echo Company but never really gets over his grudge until very late in the storyline when Sergeant Black Rat is killed, Corporal Gold assumes his rank, then promotes Silver to corporal--a move that catches Silver off guard, as he'd spent the entire story being quite pissy toward Gold.) Eventually he gains enough medical experience to tackle various procedures on his own, unsupervised, though he never becomes a skilled surgeon like Burgundy.

Indigo plays a major role in the final story arc, Ultima Thule, which takes place a year or so after the war's end. Toward the end of Reunion, he saves the life of another Rat (I seem to recall it's Mahogany), getting struck by shrapnel in the process; he manages to ask the other Rat, "You all right?" and, hearing the affirmative, says, "Good," then passes out. He bleeds out before any of his fellow medics can arrive to help him. The sudden and unexpected death shocks the rest of the Rats; Amaranth is hastily assigned his position, and word is sent to American authorities to inform his fiancée. What's even more shocking is that Indigo's body somehow goes missing, so they can't even give him a proper burial or send him home. It's a horrible apparent breach of security, and embarrassing as well; nobody can explain it. (Even I can't explain it yet, unless Indigo is carried off while still in the field, before he can be returned to HQ; haven't ironed this out yet.) Exactly what happened is never explained in Reunion, but the bizarre explanation arrives in Ultima Thule.

In the epilogue story, several of the Trench Rats and allies still remaining in Germany, including former Wehrmacht lieutenant Ratdog and former SS captain Otto Himmel, catch wind of Nazi holdouts continuing Project Doomsday in the Alpine Fortress; they head into the mountains to look into it. The person in charge of the rebooted Project Ultima Thule turns out to be another SS officer, wearing a strange white replica of the previous black Allgemeine-SS uniform; Himmel, stunned, explains to the Americans that this is his former boss, Major Ludolf Jäger, who was also the one in charge of funding for the original project, which Himmel personally supervised (while privately sabotaging it from the inside). He mysteriously went missing toward the end of the previous story, along with his wife and children, as well as a large number of Projekt Weltuntergang files and documentation. The Allies quickly determine that the Nazis had a backup plan to continue their medical experiment even after their potential defeat, and Jäger is the one to take up the mantle. They also soon enough learn that the nature of the project has changed, from conferring superhuman strength and intelligence, to conferring immortality itself; the first evidence they get of this is when they run into Indigo, also dressed in a weird white SS uniform, and once again very much alive. His eyes have an odd bluish glaze to them now, though, and he doesn't seem to recognize them--he attacks without warning and they can barely fend him off due not only to his size and strength, but also because the serum has of course drastically increased the latter. Return blows have barely any effect on him and the others end up having to flee since they can't subdue him. They try to think of a plan to restrain and get through to him but nothing works, it's as if he's brainwashed.

Himmel has a run-in with Jäger, who attempts to recruit him; he explains the purpose of the project, to create a true Übermensch the way the Nazis had tried but failed. Jäger isn't the typical bad-guy Nazi: He genuinely believes in "bettering" humanity to help it achieve its true potential, though this of course involves breaking a few eggs to make an omelet. He always thought the original Nazi plans of exterminating the Untermenschen and focusing solely on race were flawed and doomed to failure; rather, segregation of the races is an easier goal, and instead of suppressing learning and scientific advancements as the Nazis often did, he believes that embracing such things is the way toward achieving superhuman status. Project Ultima Thule, named after the legendary land such superhuman ancestors were believed to have originated from before becoming corrupt, is the key to all this, picking up and perfecting where Project Doomsday left off. Jäger even suggests that in the new Fourth Reich to come, there'll be room for Übermenschen of various races--although they need to remain segregated for the time being, the end goal is a single superior race which will supplant all the rest, incorporating only the best qualities of all of them while leaving the lesser qualities behind. In short, humans (well, dogs and rats) will basically become God.

Jäger is so sincere and impassioned in making his appeal to Himmel that it's clear he believes in every word he says, and he hopes Himmel will join him. Himmel, however, is even more horrified than he was before--despite all of Jäger's lofty ideas, he knows what "bettering humanity" means in this case--just as with the old Nazis, it entails killing off the "flawed" aspects, whether through accelerated evolution or outright extermination. Himmel's own son Kolten was born disabled, the reason he tried so hard to sabotage Project Doomsday; he doesn't agree with Jäger's ideal society where all faults and differences are eradicated and everyone is flawless and exactly the same--to him, this is a nightmare. And yes, he understands, from past experience, that the implied death toll involved has been greatly underestimated. He rejects Jäger's proposal. Unfortunately, Jäger is just as steadfast in his beliefs as Himmel is, and no attempts at persuading him otherwise work--he accepts that Himmel won't be joining him, and regretfully declares them enemies. If Himmel and the others won't help him achieve his goal, then he'll fight back until one or the other of them is eliminated for good, no matter what the cost. Himmel finally has the proof of something he'd suspected all his years in the SS: Jäger is a fanatic.

Himmel and the others learn a few things from Jäger and their own searches of the Alpine Fortress, however, primary among them that the effects of the serum are at least partly reversible. It has different effects on the subject depending on whether they were alive or dead when it was first administered--yes, the project has made use of deceased persons, meaning the serum has the ability to literally resurrect the dead, albeit with certain caveats attached. The brain of the deceased party has to be intact (making people who died from gunshots or other injuries to the head useless as subjects)--and so pretty much the only way to permanently defeat a test subject is to destroy the brain. The main difference in live and resurrected test subjects, however, is their personal autonomy: Live subjects such as Jäger (yes, he took the serum) maintain their ability to think and act independently, whereas those who were given the serum posthumously act more like zombies, emotionlessly and mindlessly following orders from their handlers. This explains why no efforts to get through to Indigo make any difference. They discover, however, that a sort of tentative "antiserum" can be used to reverse at least these effects, even if not the rest; this is intended for use at a future point in the evolution of the Übermenschen, so it's still highly experimental, yet the Rats set out to find it and use it. Indigo is the first test subject. Burgundy and Ratdog barely manage to administer the antiserum during a fight, and the effects are almost instantaneous: Indigo cries out in obvious pain--his first acknowledgement of anything any of them have inflicted on him--and collapses, writhing and twitching. After several excruciating moments, he falls still. When the others draw close to check, Indigo takes a breath and opens his eyes. They still have that odd blue glaze, but they also have something they've lacked the entire time he's interacted with the others--awareness. Indigo slowly and painfully sits up and looks around, obviously confused.

He has no clear memory of anything following when he was wounded, though there are a few very vague sights and sounds and sensations he recalls. For example he has a hazy recollection of being somewhere after his wounding and before he woke up here, but what he's able to describe doesn't match any location he might have been in in the interim. Most of the others conclude this must have been a dream image he experienced while dying, though the peaceful feeling he describes convinces Turquoise and Himmel--both of whom come from religious backgrounds, and have had various spiritual experiences--that it was something else entirely: possible evidence of an afterlife, from which Indigo was pulled back when the serum was administered. Ironically, the Nazis, in their efforts to become God, may have inadvertently confirmed the existence of Heaven. They have no time to dwell on this, however--ending Project Ultima Thule is the utmost priority. Their success with Indigo gives them the knowledge to help "deprogram" others recruited into the project without their consent, which on the canine side of the story enables the other characters, similarly exploring the Alpine Fortress, to deprogram Lt. Hesse and PFC Helmstadt, who were also given the serum after their deaths. (Hesse, who'd been ready to turn his back on the SS but didn't get the chance before being shot, defects to the Allied side; Helmstadt, who never even belonged to the Nazi Party, just doubles down on his Aryan fanaticism and fights all the harder against them.)

Indigo of course aids them in their efforts, and he's seriously needed, given the increased strength and stamina of the enemy. He, Ratdog, Kolten, and Doomsday, the latter two of whom were part of the original Project Doomsday, do most of the heavy work fending off the chemically enhanced Nazi forces while the others focus on gathering info to sabotage and destroy the project. They manage to plant explosives throughout the Fortress with the intent to bring the entire thing down. I'm not sure of all the details yet, such as who takes over immediately afterward, but Jäger ends up killed in a rock collapse after a confrontation and the others narrowly escape. They briefly take cover when they hear multiple gunshots in the distance, but continue when nothing else happens. Ratdog, walking point, soon after makes an awful discovery and tries to hold them back, Himmel in particular, but his insistence that they don't need to see what's ahead just makes Himmel more determined to look--a decision he instantly regrets. In the area within are Jäger's wife, Magdalena, and their nine children...all deceased. From the looks of it, Magda and Jäger had made a murder/suicide pact in case of failure, and upon learning of her husband's death, Magda, just as much a true believer as he was, followed through; she dosed each of their children with a sedative, laid them all down in a row from oldest to youngest just as they always went out in life, and shot each one in the head before similarly taking her own life. Judging from her own body, she was crying the whole time; also, she was pregnant. Himmel, who loves children and had always wanted a large family of his own before his wife died giving birth to Kolten, breaks down at this sight, clutching Magda's hand and staring at the Jäger children; they'd often swarmed him looking for candy back when he was in the SS, and despite their obvious ideological differences he'd considered Magda a friend. "Why? Why do this?" he cries; "I would have gladly taken them." It's almost too much for him to take to understand that this was Jäger's plan all along, and if he didn't survive, then Magda and their children couldn't, either.

Both groups escape the Fortress and set off the explosives, destroying what's left of Project Ultima Thule and its adherents. They aren't joyful or exultant about it afterward, however; the losses are far too high (on the canine side, they lose Hesse and Dobermann), so they're quiet and subdued on their way down from the mountains. Indigo takes a moment to speak privately with Himmel, who he remembers only as an enemy; seeing his grief over the Jäger children hit him a bit hard. Although he still isn't sure if he believes that what he experienced was supernatural or spiritual or a dying hallucination or what, he tries to offer a bit of comfort in the thought that perhaps the children will experience the same. Indigo isn't religious--he doesn't really know what to make of it. He can tell that Himmel appreciates his effort, though, and Himmel wishes him luck returning to his fiancée for a second chance.

Indigo's fiancée, of course, had been notified previously of his death and the loss of his body...so Indigo's return is expected to be rather awkward. The Rats who choose to remain behind in Germany wish him farewell and he returns to the US. The military does send his fiancée a notice ahead of time, though the details make no sense and seem like a cruel joke; nevertheless, she's waiting there when Indigo's ship pulls in and he disembarks. The two of them stare at each other for a moment, he warily, she in disbelief with her hands over her mouth; she slowly approaches to look him over before embracing him and he returns the gesture. "They told me you were dead," she whispers; unable to think of anything else to say, he haltingly replies, "I'm here now. I'm not leaving again."

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Are you still working on anything for One Piece? Any small tidbits to share? You write it so well and I'm starved for content.

I have a couple unposted wips, doesn't look like they'll be done anytime soon either but I can give you a random snippet. This is from my mute!Luffy AU:

Jozu and Haruta file out, and Marco makes himself comfortable with Ace still slumped against him. It's a bit of a reach but he manages to snag the medical chart off the end of Luffy's bed without getting up, and a quick flip through informs him that this was… it was close. It was really, really close. If Akainu's attack hadn't been just a bit off-centre, if Ace hadn't managed to get Luffy off the battlefield as quickly as he had, if Trafalgar hadn't come…

He clips the chart back on its hook. He doesn't much think about his next move, just does it because he does it for all his patients if he deems it necessary. Half a thought summons his flames to his hand, and then he plunges it straight into Luffy's chest.

As it turns out, perhaps he should've given some warning first. But Marco buries a fistful of phoenix fire in Luffy's chest just as a sleep-deprived Trafalgar Law with bags the size of the Moby under his eyes and clutching a mug of coffee like a lifeline walks back in at almost the exact same moment. The man takes approximately point-two seconds to register the macabre scene before instantly going from about negative-fifty to feral. In the span of maybe two heartbeats, a transparent spherical space expands to cover the entire room, his coffee is replaced by a sword, and Marco has to think fast and twist out of the way to avoid getting an electrically charged nodachi through his carotid because apparently the Surgeon of Death really is just as vicious as the rumours say.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Trafalgar snarls, blade already curving down to take Marco's head. "Get your hand out of him! Portgas-ya, why are you still sleeping?"

Ace has always been a deep sleeper, made worse by his narcolepsy, made even worse than that by a week of starvation and dehydration and stress. He'll snap awake if there's a real threat nearby, but Marco isn't that, and Trafalgar isn't either when Marco is here, so he doesn't even stir at the Heart captain's call or the way Marco has to leave him snoring in his seat in favour of jumping to his feet to sidestep the next swipe of Trafalgar's blade.

"Wait, wait!" Marco says hastily, retrieving his hand, although that probably doesn't much help his case considering the way his flames continue flickering beneath the bandages wrapped around Luffy's chest. Trafalgar's expression turns downright murderous. "I'm helping-yoi! Let me explain!"

It is admittedly somewhat disturbing even for people who are already aware of what Marco can do - this is why he prefers Nashi no Tsubute, he still has to set people on fire but it looks less like he's killing them… kind of - so the seas know Trafalgar's reaction is perfectly justified.

Trafalgar pauses, just for a second, eyes narrowed with a demand. Marco doesn't waste it.

"I can heal other people with my flames," Marco quickly clarifies to the irate surgeon who clearly does not give a single fuck about dialling down any hostility even in front of Whitebeard's second-in-command while the entire Yonkou crew is parked just outside. Marco has to respect that. Besides, even at a glance, he can tell Trafalgar has worked a miracle on Luffy. It's bound to make anyone a little protective, even if only out of professional pride. "Not completely, not instantaneously, but they give a boost to the body to help it along, and the flames will usually last for as long as the recipient's stamina does."

Trafalgar looks at him like he wants nothing more than to feed Marco to a dieting shark.

"Does Mugiwara-ya look like he has stamina to spare?" He hisses, all attitude, zero chill.

"No," Marco says calmly and lifts the hand where a thread of his flame is still connected to the pulse in his wrist. "That's why I'm using mine. The effect is even smaller this way, but it does work, and once it starts, it's better to let it run its course."

A simmering moment of silence passes as Trafalgar seems to weigh Marco's honesty, but eventually, he sheathes his blade and stalks over to Luffy instead, checking the machines and running a glowing white palm over his patient, lingering over his chest. He still doesn't look happy when he's done, but he also doesn't try to kill Marco again, and his Devil Fruit power disappears from around them.

He scrubs a hand over his face instead - he looks exhausted, has he slept at all since the surgery? - and then directs a venomous glare at Marco. "I'm monitoring this. If I say you remove your flames, you do it. He is my patient."

Marco nods without protest. "I know. I apologize-yoi. It was habit on my part, but that's no excuse. I should've asked first."

Trafalgar doesn't look any friendlier after that, but he does seem marginally appeased. "Fine, stay here, take a seat."

He eyeballs Marco like he thinks Whitebeard's first division commander is possibly mentally deficient. "I'm going to assume you know when to stop yourself if I don't tell you to stop, but just in case, if you do this until you feel like passing out," He smiles, thin and cold and actually pretty creepy. Marco wonders if he practices it in the mirror. "Make sure you get off my ship before you do, so you'll be someone else's problem instead. I agreed to take care of exactly two people for the foreseeable future, and neither of them are you."

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Surprise! - Killer x Reader

school is fucking hard. i don’t like how this turned out tbh but this is for my one piece people :) . thank you for being so patient, i appreciate it. like all the other fics here, this was posted to my archive account too, luffys. sorry i’m too lazy to find a gif, forgive me ;( . pls let me know if it copied weird/if there are errors, sometimes that happens. pls enjoy!!

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Wrapped thinly in the cool sheets, your legs spread wide while your agile fingers dipped into your soaked folds. Eyes closed, mouth agape, practically screaming.

Not a care in the world who could hear you, not a single care if that rickety door creaked open and suddenly, you were hosting a show.

Not a single care when someone had walked in.

One of your glossy eyes popped open, in shock, and hidden arousal. When you had seen who it was, you only smiled and continued your ministrations.

"Surprise." You grinned, slipping two fingers deep inside of yourself, mewling at the feeling.

He stayed silent, large figure obscuring the flood of bright stars that painted the night sky. You could just hardly tell, but you knew he was looking at you. His head just barely turned in your general direction.

"You're not supposed to be here."

You laughed, "Yes, I'm aware."

"You belong to the surgeons crew."

"Are you going to tell on me? Summon red hair to see the horrible things I'm doing?" You gasped, faking a worried tone.

"You couldn't go to someone else's room?" He asked, shutting the door quite harshly, you tightened your legs.

"I don't know this ship. This happened by chance." You paused, looking him over. He is a very attractive man, and that uniform he has on is doing him nothing but justice.

"How about you enjoy yourself a little, before your captain gets you killed." You spread yourself for him, whining at the cool air.

He laughed.

It was a very distinct sound, but you honestly could care less. You've heard many laughs in your lifetime. One shouldn't be judged for the sound they make out of joy.

"Nervous?" You teased, rubbing yourself slowly.

"Not at all."

"Liar."

He approached you slowly, like an animal hunting prey. Holding your soft thighs with scarred skin, subconsciously, you moved closer. His thick fingers coated with your arousal, he pushed into your tight walls. You squeezed your legs tightly, not wanting just his fingers.

"You can barely handle two fingers. Yet, you're begging for me." He chuckled quietly.

Moaning when he curled his fingers inside of you, you nearly came right there.

"Fine, since you want it so bad..." He mumbled, you looked up at him, then the leather pants of the outfit. You nearly drooled when you noticed the print of his erection. You imagined a thousand different ways of how he could fuck you.

He noticed you looking, and started palming at it, making you grow impatient. Just to get you really riled up, he would deeply groan or sigh.

You sat up, trying to get him to pay attention to you, just to result him in pushing you back down. You huffed. "No doll. I'm calling the shots here, in case you haven't figured that out yet."

Agonisingly slow, he lowered the material of his garments, basically becoming a striptease.

Your breathing quickened, you hadn't been so excited in so damn long. Your body yearned for his hands anywhere on you.

Pressing his tip to your anxious folds, he slowly stretched you open, inch by inch. You whimpered at the feeling, you're not sure you've ever slept with anyone of this size before.

"Relax. I can't fit if you're squeezing me the entire damn time." He groaned almost silently, he was right, but it felt so good, you couldn't control yourself.

The problem wasn't with how aroused you were, no. You were soaking wet, pretty much leaking over his cock. It was his fucking size, he was so big. You wouldn't tell him, though. Screw his ego.

With a few deep breaths, you relaxed your body, lightly spasming on his length as he tried to push himself deeper within you.

Screaming out in pure pleasure, you finally felt him bottom out. You were crying, it was a little painful, but it hurt so good.

"Fuck, you're good."

You nearly purred in response, happy to hear such a thing come from someone like him. You knew he was just talking about how your pussy feels, but it's still apart of you, no?

He pulled out of you slowly after thrusting his hips a couple of times, not interested in this kind of position. It was boring, the only good thing is he could see the way your face contorts into bliss when he stretches your tight cunt, as well as your soft breasts bounce gently with every single move he made.

He helped you to sit up, and flip over so your stomach was touching the bed. You arched your back when you felt his calloused hands tracing blemishes on your smooth skin.

"Look how soft you are..." He had almost growled in want, "That soft skin of yours won't last a day with me, girl."

"Prove it."

That shit grin on your face dissipated instantly when you felt his harsh grip on your hips yank you closer to him. His large hands groping and squeezing the curve of your ass. Whimpering in want, you backed your hips behind you, a silent sign that you wanted more of him.

"Impatient."

You grinned, "I'm not the only one." You felt his length behind you, slowly pushing in. You hummed, your body finally feeling contented bliss.

Your soft and slick walls fluttered around his cock with every swift movement, screaming in pleasure as he hit all the right places inside you.

"You're amazing, you're so fucking amazing..!" You gasped, insides grabbing him in a vice grip. He groaned lowly, he was seeing stars fucking into you. Watching your small body eat him up greedily while you begged for more, fuck...

Picking up the pace, your cries were muffled by the comforter below you. He was fucking you deep into the mattress, and hell, you wouldn't dare complain. It felt fucking phenomenal, being bent in such a way you thought you couldn't achieve. His strong arms on each side of you, watching the muscles flex with every thrust.

You tried to quiet yourself down so you could try to hear him, he was so damn silent, you had to question yourself if you were any good for him.

"You're pretty quiet." You whimpered, feeling him waver for a moment, stopping while still comfortably inside your warmth.

"Want me to scream like you, babe?"

You giggled, "Maybe. Would be nice to know if I'm making you feel any good back there..."

"You being alive up to this point is an affirmation of that, isn't it?" He asked, bringing you up to straddle him.

"I can say the same to you. Just because I'm smaller than you doesn't mean you're stronger."

He smiled, unbeknownst to you, of course. "Is that so..?"

"It is. You made a mistake by switching positions, see," You placed your hands on his broad, muscular shoulders. "now I'm in control. I have you in the palm of my fucking hand, babe." You smiled, teasing his earlier pet name.

Raising your hips to slowly lower yourself onto him, his grip on the bedsheets tightened, he was reacting even more than you were!

"Look at you, such an untamed, wild thing. Sitting calmly under a woman's touch- a woman's body. I caged you, albeit temporarily." You heard him snarl deeply, unable to speak while you rode him slowly.

"Imagine if Eustass saw you like this, crying under me," his hand trailed slowly to your waist, bruising in the grip it held. Your smeared lipstick followed the curve of your lips as best as it could, "Angry? Don't be, it's just you and I. I'm yours, yet loyal to one man." Your hands snaked to his back, nails sinking into the muscle.

"Imagine if Trafalgar saw you like this, sleeping with the enemy." He chuckled, "Think twice about how you want to talk to the second in command, doll." Easily overpowering you, he began to move your body up and down as he liked, sliding you over his cock. You couldn't even fight him on it, the pleasure too much for you to even think logically.

"Ohh, oh fuck. You're gonna kill me. You're gonna fucking kill me..." You moaned, leaning closer to him as he assisted your ride. "Hey," he slowed down for a second, still pumping into you every so often, "kiss m-me..." you whimpered, hot tears pouring over your smooth skin.

"I won't look. I promise." You placed your hands on his shoulders delicately, grinning devilishly when you noticed him flinch.

"Please..?" You smiled warmly at him, giving him such an odd feeling, how could he say no?

"If you look, I won't hesitate to slice you in two. Understand?" He threatened, his voice dropping to a darker tone. Subconsciously, it made you squeeze around him tighter, feeling a new high behind the threat. He felt this, of course, shaking his head a bit.

You closed your eyes, feeling his warm lips barely connect with yours, the both of you pushing closer to close that nonexistent gap in between you. His taste drove you feral, nearly growling and making other animalistic sounds while pathetically bouncing on him.

You wanted to see him, desperately, fucking badly. But you made a promise.

And pirates don't make promises.

"You're fucking hot..." You mumbled, not completely on accident, you haven't even noticed, immediately regretting your decision when you noticed the shift of mood.

His grasp shifted from your waist and hips, to tightly around your neck.

Gasping and struggling for air, you wrapped your legs as tightly as you could around him, it hurt like hell for you, but it obviously restricted his breathing as well. Just barely, though...

"I'm s...sorry." You whispered, voice sounding unfamiliar to even you.

The grip on your throat loosened, just enough for you to inhale the cool air into your burning lungs. The muscles and tendons of your thighs and calves were burning, sighing contently when you released him.

"I know you're angry,"

"Angry?" He chuckled, his blonde lashes falling delicately over the tanned skin of his cheek, "Angry doesn't begin to describe it, babe." He growled, squeezing your hips hard.

"but," A wolfish grin spread onto your lips, looking up at him with lust burning in your irises, "what kind of pirate would I be if I kept my promises..?"

"I should use you as a shield in Onigashima."

You laughed, wrapping your arms around his wide stature, "Sure, if that's what you really want. But tell me, how many have seen your face and lived through it? Maybe think about keeping me around for a little while longer. Pretty please?" You teased, resting your cheek against his pectoral muscle.

He grimaced, you had a point. He hadn't remembered the last time he's had such an intimate partner like you.

"Fine."

"Fine?" You questioned, not moving from your surprisingly comfortable spot on his muscled thighs.

"After we're done here, you go back to Trafalgar."

You frowned, that isn't what you had expected him to say at all.

"Relax, it isn't like we won't cross paths in the future." He rocked his hips into your own gently, making you softly gasp and moan into his chest.

After the two of you decided that talking time was over, he quickly pushed you onto the mattress once again, your ass in the air while your shaky legs barely held you.

His grip on the supple and soft skin of your hips was painfully bruising, which only added to the pleasure he provided.

You placed your hands behind your back in offering of him holding onto those instead, he grabbed them instantly, gripping your wrists to anchor himself to you.

Hot tears pricked your eyes once more when you felt him snug against your cervix, cursing the barrier that prevented him from going on further. He didn't mind, though. He enjoyed what he could fit into you just fine.

Panting and groaning deeply, he was much more audible with the mask off. He was entranced by the way your cunt took him in, your juices coating more and more of his dick every time he slammed back into you.

Even though you really couldn't take all of him, your soaking warmth wanted nothing more than to feel his imprint deep inside of you. He didn't want to harm you though, so he pushed in just what you could handle.

He watched as your ass jiggled with every thrust, his calloused and large hand groping and kneading the soft flesh.

You whimpered under him, feeling your velvety walls squish his cock as tightly as humanly possible, you lost count of how many times you had orgasmed, each one more powerful than the last.

Your spine curved to the point it was uncomfortable, face buried in the scratchy material of the sheets, your toes curled, hands turning a burning white around Killer's large hand, you screamed, moaned, groaned, pretty much every sound imaginable as your orgasmed ripped through you once again.

He was surprised at the sheer force of your orgasm, groaning as he felt his cock twitch from deep within your slick heat.

You whimpered and babbled incoherent words at the feeling of overstimulation burning your nerves. Your pussy still squeezing and convulsing around his hard cock.

He cursed deeply under his breath, your tight warmth sucking him back in protest of feeling him pull out.

He too felt his release sneaking from behind, just a small push and he'd be diving into that ocean of pleasure.

You spurred him on with words of praise, mumbling how good he felt, gasping at how he stretched and filled you perfectly.

His hips stuttered, dick twitching deep inside as his hard muscles made contact with your softer back. He groaned deeply as he pushed himself inside once more as deeply as possible, dragging his cock against your walls as he marked you with his release.

Feeling your abused hole get stuffed full of his cum pushed you over the edge, just the feeling of being deliciously full made you convulse under him again, squealing in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

He pulled out of you agonizingly slow, making you whimper with a hidden need of wanting to be pinned under him again. He hovered over you a moment, fighting that exact same urge while watching your pussy leak his seed. He smiled to himself, knowing deep down that no other man could make you feel as he did.

He pushed two digits inside your sore cunt, stopping the flow of his cum onto your spread thighs. You made a sound, even unknown to you what it was, you knew you just couldn't take it anymore.

He pulled his fingers out, digits glistening of your juices mixed with his own. He brought them to your agape mouth, humming to himself as you wrapped your swollen lips around his fingers. Sucking them clean with a smile while attempting to tease him while circling your tongue over his fingers.

He lay next to your drained body, a thin sheet of sweat covering the two of you. Pulling you to his chest, you smiled while laying next to him.

Looks like he'd keep you around for a while.

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luxekook · 4 years

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the golden boy | jjk

» pairing: phys. ed. teacher!jk x biology teacher!reader » genre: enemies to lovers, smut » summary: the new physical education teacher insulted you the moment you met him, and you’ve given him hell ever since. if only you didn’t think that he was the most beautiful boy you’d ever seen and that he was so much fun to play with. » word count: 2.5k » warnings: 18+, cursing, switch!jk, dom!reader, jk says something dumb, sexism, reader is a bad bish, jungkook is whipped, declarations of ownership from kook lol, smut (slight noona kink, oral (f receiving), biting, hair pulling)

» request: @jeonstime said: JUNGKOOK + COCKTAIL PLZ

as part of the bangtanhq drinks and drabbles challenge

“And this is Dr. (Y/l/n), the head of our science department and biology teacher. You’ll be working closely with her to create the Sexual Education curriculum,” Principal Kim introduces you to the newly hired P.E. teacher. “(Y/n), this is Jeon Jungkook.”

You nod at this new arrival, extending your palm towards him. Jungkook is attractive as hell, if you’re being honest with yourself. Your eyes flick over the lean muscle of his body and the wide-eyed beauty of his face. It’s too bad you are swearing off men for the time being after a particularly bad first date last week.

“I thought you would be a dude,” He mumbles after a long pause, looking you over in confusion. Your nostrils flare as you rescind your hand before Jungkook can even move to shake it.

“And why is that?” You fold your arms in front of your chest. You have faced incredulity before from a plethora of men - and women - about your chosen career path. Most women and minority groups in STEM fields have. It is part of the reason why you have forgone the route of lab work like a number of your fellow doctoral graduates in favor of high school education. You want your young students to feel empowered to become epidemiologists and astronauts and brain surgeons no matter their gender, their race, their sexual orientation.

And you want to eradicate the exact kind of reaction that Jungkook is giving you. Your glare is ice cold and absolute as you pin it on him. Kim Namjoon, your principal, is facepalming from beside this new boy and is looking at you with pleading eyes to diffuse the situation. But, fuck that noise.

“I-I don’t know?” Jungkook finally blurts out, running a strong hand through his mess of chocolate brown hair, “I’m sorry, (Y/n).” His cheeks are flushed prettily, and you almost cave. You almost assure this Jungkook that his remark is nothing new. You almost begin to picture tugging him into the hidden closet on the third floor and— You cut off that train of thought.

“That’s Dr. (Y/l/n) to you, Mr. Jeon,” You turn to leave, pausing briefly to look at the duo of men over your shoulder, “Welcome to Bangtan High School.” With that, you stalk down the corridor. Your heels clicking emphatically as you leave the infuriatingly handsome and ignorant new hire in your dust.

You miss the longing sigh and the heart eyes that Jungkook sends after you. You miss Namjoon placing a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder and saying, “You royally fucked up, kid.” And you miss the way Jungkook scrunches his nose and pouts forlornly, “I know…”

The beginning of the school year arrives the following week. On the first day, you make sure to pick an impeccable first day outfit that screams ‘I’m a fucking badass bitch, and I will end sexism as we know it’. Of course, it’s an impossible task for any outfit to achieve, but your knee length black dress and black Louboutin heels come pretty damn close.

When you enter the doors of the high school at 6:30am, you look ready to kill. And when you lay eyes on Jeon Jungkook exiting the teacher’s lounge with a steaming hot mug of coffee looking like a snack, you think you just might. As soon as you start down the hallway towards him, Jungkook looks up at you and subsequently chokes.

You smirk, maybe you wouldn't have to get your hands dirty after all. “Morning, Jeon,” You sashay past him to enter the lounge he just exited. Unfortunately, he follows.

“G-good morning, Dr. (Y/l/n),” Jungkook says softly from your side as you prepare your own cup of caffeinated bliss, “I wanted to apologize for last week.”

You face him, eyebrows raised as you wait for him to continue. He blushes under your undivided attention and mumbles, “I’m really sorry. I realize that I sounded like a complete sexist asshole, and that isn’t me. I hope we can start over?”

God, he’s giving you the most adorable puppy-dog eyes you’ve ever seen. His curls are in complete disarray once again with one falling just so perfectly over his forehead. It’s honestly unfair that he looks this good at this infernal hour. Just for that alone, you let him sweat for a few more minutes as you turn back to finish making your coffee.

Finally, you address him, “Apology accepted.” He smiles widely, his eyes gleaming, and he opens his mouth to say something. You can’t have that. You place a finger over his plush lips and move closer to him, “But let me just say this. If you ever, ever say something like that in front of my kids, I will end you.” You grin wickedly up at him as you try to ignore just how good his lips feel under your finger and how much better they would feel on your—

“Good morning, Jungkook! Good morning, (Y/n)!” Vice Principal Kim Seokjin scurries into the teacher’s lounge somehow looking like he just woke up and stepped off the runway at New York Fashion Week simultaneously. “Happy first day of school!”

You pull your hand away from Jungkook’s mouth, grab your coffee, and head towards the door. “Back at you, Jin. Bye, Jeon,” You kick open the door with your heel and shoot them a small smile on your way out.

You miss the way that Jungkook adjusts himself in his low slung track pants. You miss the way Jin shakes his head amusedly after your departure and tells Jungkook, “That one’s a hurricane wrapped in a deceivingly cute package.” And you miss the way Jungkook nods absentmindedly as he licks his lips, ideas forming in his head…

The first weeks of school always fly by for you with new faces to learn, new courses to prepare, new material to deliver. You love every minute that you spent with your students.

But, you hate every last second that you spend hearing about the amazing new P.E. teacher and how handsome and sweet he is. It seems that everyone, aside from you, is completely whipped for Jungkook. Even your own students bring him up in your classroom, telling you about the new physical fitness regimen he has them on and raving about how cute he is.

Don’t even get you started on how much you despise seeing Jungkook in the hallways, in the teacher’s lounge, in the cafeteria. He seems to be everywhere you go, almost as if he tracks your location. He even pops his head into your classroom during your free period to say a shy, soft ‘hello, Dr. (Y/l/n)’ that sends you into a feral state each time.

Fuck, what is it about him that makes you go insane? One day last week you had even walked past the gym and had stopped dead in your tracks at the sight of a sweaty Jungkook wiping his face with the hem of his t-shirt. It had been a whole lot of abs and a whole lot more fuel for your fantasies.

It absolutely doesn’t help that you constantly catch him staring at you - your body, your legs, your mouth. You had even overheard him ranting to the media teacher Kim Taehyung about how sexy you are when you ignore him, how he wants you to like him, how he longs to please you.

You are at the absolute end of your tether - especially because you and Jungkook are supposed to begin constructing the Sex Ed. curriculum together soon. Just the thought of discussing anything sexual with the boy gives you way too many dirty ideas. You decide that you might as well just rip the bandaid off so to speak, and so the next time you spot that curly head of his wandering past your classroom after school, you gesture for him to come in with your pointer finger.

Jungkook’s eyes widen as he stumbles into your classroom. “Shut the door, please,” You say, getting up from your desk chair.

“Am I in trouble?” He jokes as he follows your orders. You glare at the tempting expanse of his back, his tapered waist, his tight ass.

And so you cannot resist teasing him. “Hm, do you want to be in trouble with me, Jeon?” You smirk at him as he faces you once again, his throat bobbing as he swallows.

“Maybe,” Jungkook mumbles. He fiddles with one of the rings on his fingers, a nervous habit no doubt.

You slowly walk towards him, your hips swaying. Stopping inches away from him, you grab his hand to stop his movements, “You’re a restless little boy, aren’t you?” You flip his palm over and place your hand in his, reveling in the size difference.

“W-what are you doing, Dr. (Y/l/n)?” Jungkook looks at you like he isn’t sure if he should run or kneel at your feet. You hope you can convince him to choose the latter.

You shift closer to him still and bring your mouth to his ear, “I’m playing with you, Jungkook.”

A whine bubbles up from his throat, “Say my name again. Please. I’ll do anything.”

You drop his hand and step away from him. Moving back to your desk, you prop yourself up on it and cross your legs. Your pencil skirt rides up just enough to show the garters of your tights. Jungkook chokes. You grin.

“I know you will, Jeon,” You continue to smile as he scowls at the use of his last name, “I heard what you said to Tae. You want to please me?”

Rather than be embarrassed like you thought, Jungkook swiftly approaches you and sinks to your feet. How divine. He gazes up at you with a mix of lust and hope, “Yes, more than anything, Dr. (Y/l/n).”

You slowly uncross your legs, giving him a glimpse of the lace that lies underneath your skirt. “Call me (y/n).”

His eyes widen further than you thought possible as he nibbles on his lip, “O-okay, (y/n).”

“Good boy,” You purr, reaching out to run your fingers through his hair. Jungkook leans into your touch, sighing.

Hesitantly, he looks up at you, his pupils blown out, “Can I touch you, (y/n)?”

“I suppose,” The words barely pass your lips before his hands are on you. His touch is tentative at first, running his hands slowly up your calves. He surprises you by placing a soft kiss to the inside of your knee, and for once you’re mad at yourself for wearing your favorite garter set.

His touch becomes more assured as he moves higher, his fingers digging into your thighs, his mouth placing hot kisses higher and higher. And before he can move his fingers over your panties, you tug his head back with your hand tangled in his hair.

“I don’t think I gave you permission to touch me there, Jungkook,” You frown, feigning disappointment.

His pout is fierce in response, “But, (y/n), you’re so wet. You smell so good. Please let me taste you. Let me make you come. I’ll make you feel good, I promise. Please.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” You sigh, “I can just call someone else who I already know will make me come hard.”

Jungkook bites your inner thigh, and you moan before you can stop yourself.

“You’re mine,” He glares up at you, “You’re my scary smart noona. Your orgasms belong to me.”

You push him backwards by placing the sole of your heel on his forehead, “And when was this decided? And why was I not consulted?”

“It was decided as soon as you looked at me,” Jungkook says like that should have been common knowledge, “And I didn’t tell you because I thought you would reject me.”

“And you don’t think I’ll still reject you?” You arch an eyebrow.

“No,” Jungkook grins, his hand coming up to grab your ankle, “I think you like me.” He tugs your leg over his shoulder, bringing you closer to him. His gaze flicks between your pussy and your eyes.

You roll your eyes at him, “You’re so infuriating. I can’t understand why I like you, but I do. Despite your terrible first impression, your annoyingly cute ass has gotten my attention.”

Jungkook’s grin is blinding, “So you do like me!”

“Against my better judgement,” You sigh, your lips twitching as you can’t help but stare fondly down at the smiling boy between your legs. “Now, are you going to please me, baby? Or just stare?”

Jungkook lunges forward, hitching your thigh further over his shoulder and pushing your underwear to the side. Barely pausing to breathe, his hot mouth is on you, closing over your clit without warning. You hum in pleasure, and Jungkook pauses to grin up at you.

“So responsive, noona,” The honorific rolling off his tongue, “And you taste so delicious. You’re so wet for me—”

You groan, “Jungkook, for the love of god, shut up and make me come.”

Jungkook sends you one last shit-eating grin before his tongue returns to lick at your pussy, up and down. His mouth finally returns to your clit, sucking it between his lips and swirling his tongue around it.

Your hand once again winds its way into his curls, pushing him harder against you. He moans into your pussy.

The sight of the boy you’ve lusted after and slightly hated for so long being tongue deep in your pussy practically pushes you over the edge already. God, why hadn’t you done this sooner? You think to yourself as Jungkook brings his fingers up to your folds and parts them.

His tongue sinks into you, your hips buck slightly against his face. His other hand comes around to steady you - and to grab your ass. Jungkook’s tongue flicks in and out of you, and you feel the heat building up.

“Jungkook,” You moan, hand tugging at his hair, “Harder, baby.”

Your words have their desired effect as he replaces his tongue with two of his fingers and places his mouth back on your clit. You moan as his fingers curl inside you, the rings cool to the touch as they brush your walls. You come with a gasp. Jungkook continues to fuck you with his fingers and his mouth, carrying you through your orgasm.

He licks up everything you give him, and when you gently push him off you, he licks his fingers clean. “Well?” Jungkook leans back on his heels, “Are you going to need to call anyone else after I made you come like that?”

“That depends,” You laugh, “Are you going to keep making me come like that?”

Jungkook nods, his gaze dead serious as he says, “(Y/n), noona, you’re never getting rid of me after that.”

“Oh my,” You tease, “Whatever did I get myself into?”

And his answering smile is breathtaking.

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obsidiancreates · 3 years

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An Origin

(Sort of a sequel to This but I couldn't figure out how to fit Sia and Evan in but shhhhhhhhhh it's another AU we'll jsut say that)

Everyone stands around in a circle, looking at each other.

"... So... how do we go about this?" Bim asks. "Are we going to Boxcar Children up a makeshift shelter? Risk getting a hotel? I think I have about two thousand dollars left."

"I have an apartment."

Everyone looks at Doc.

"It's small, but it's somewhere to start."

"... Don't the people hunting you know about it?"

"Oh. Right. ... Do you think I'll be able to go back to gather some things?"

Dark shrugs, sitting down on a stump. "Depends. Who exactly is hunting you?"

"I don't fully know."

"What do you know?"

"... I was leaving work, a late shift at the hospital. I'm a- ... was a, surgeon. I guess I can't... do that, anymore."

"Oh, dude... that sucks." Bing gives Doc a pat on the shoulder.

"And now so do you," Bim says, snickering a little. Yancy elbows Bim, giving him a sort of... disappointed-big-brother type look. Bim rubs his arm. "Sorry," he huffs.

Doc shrugs. "It's accurate. Anyway, um, I was leaving work, and I was all alone walking to the bus stop. And then I... I don't know. Someone grabbed me and said something about... I think about 'rescuing' me?"

Dark tsks. "Yeah, a lot of other vampires consider turning someone to be saving them."

"... They weren't a vampire. Their hand was warm."

Dark perks up, surprised.

"They hit me over the head, and I woke up somewhere just..." Doc flounders for the words. "... Just horrible. Like a um, like a room in a cheesy movie about satanic cults."

"The candlelight flickered over the walls, somehow seeming to take away light instead of grant it, the shadows deeper than should be possible in the corners of the room."

Doc glances at Host, eyeing him warily. "Yeah. Like that."

"The Host was a horror writer."

"... Oh. So then... you can probably guess what happened next?" Doc desperately hopes he won't have to be the one to describe it.

"The Host doesn't need to guess. He can Know. ... ... ... Doc was pushed into the middle of a circle painted on the floor, the stench of rotting blood making his stomach churn. He looked up as a man approached him and tried to demand to know what was going on, only to realize he was gagged. His mind was still foggy."

Doc shakes a little as Host recounts it. Bing leads him over to another stump to sit down.

"The man knelt down and stroked Doc's hair. 'Here, and now, we have begun The Recompense,' he said in a voice as soft as the candlelight, and just as haunting. He stood, and threw open his arms. 'We at last fulfill our destinies!"

"The man pulled a vial out of his robe, something bubbling and the color of Sickness itself. He pulled Doc's gag out just slightly, and poured it into Doc's mouth. The taste was almost indescribable, thee only word for it being repulsive. The man forcefully closed Doc's mouth, and didn't let go until Doc finally had no choice but to swallow. The man put the gag back in after that."

"He gestured to one of the people hovering in the outskirts of the shadows. A person stepped forward. Doc's heart began racing as he saw their eyes were glowing red."

Bing rubs Doc's back. Doc clamps his hand over his neck, getting paler by the second.

"The leader of this stranger group stepped out of the way, and the vampire knelt down before Doc. They smiles warmly at him, their fangs glinting in the demure candlelight. 'It's my honor to be your Release,' they said, reverence in their words."

"They tilted his head to the side. Doc's breathing became fast, his heartbeat almost painful in the panic. The vampire brushed their fingers along his neck. 'Don't panic. Soon you'll be free from Mortal Fear.'"

"They sank their fangs into Doc's neck. Doc let out a scream, muffled by the gag. He felt thee blood being sucked from his body, his neck getting the staticky feeling of a limb falling asleep, the feeling spreading so very rapidly."

Dark tilts his head. "That's not a usual feeling for someone being turned." He looks around at the others. "Is it?"

There's a murmuring of answers, the consensus being a complete "No."

Doc shudders, and Wilford is suddenly by his side, draping a shock blanket over him. Doc jumps in place, but accepts the comfort.

"When it was over, Doc collapsed into a heap. He shivered and twitched on the middle of the circle, his veins empty yet his brain still functioning, though that term applied very loosely. He wasn't dead, at the very least."

Now, the others look sick. "You shouldn't have been awake by then," Bim croaks.

"You-you should've passed out when-when you lost enough-enough blood," Eric whispers.

"The group around Doc were speaking, but Doc couldn't understand the words. But even if his mind had been functioning well, he wouldn't have had any better idea. The words were ancient, a lost language, made for magic."

"As the chanting droned on and on, however, Doc grew more and more... alert. But not aware. Not awake. Simply alert. And hungry."

"I attacked someone," Doc croaks out, shaking. "I don't know what happened, I just- all of a sudden I was pinning someone to a wall and-and drinking blood and they were screaming around me-"

"But not because of fear. Not because of grief over their lost friend. Doc had become Feral faster than they expected. They were screaming because of their plans being ruined."

Doc puts a hand too his mouth, stifling a sob.

"When Doc came back to his right mind, he only had seconds to process before realizing he had to run. And even as he ran he could feel himself changing, feel the cold setting in-"

"Please skip this part," Doc whimpers.

"... Until at last, Doc slammed into Eric."

There's silence. A long, long silence, the only sounds being Doc's muffled sobs and the crinkling of the shock blanket as Bing rubbed his back.

"... I woke up, too." Mark breaks the silence. "... I was trying to take a hike. Job sucked, life sucked, I figured it would help. But I got jumped, and woke up while they were carrying me somewhere. I ran away, and it... it was so..."

Mark struggles to find the words.

"Yeah," Doc says, knowing what Mark meant still. "Just... yeah."

...

Bim stands up. "So. When do we go back to raid your apartment?"

"But I thought-"

"Yeah, fuck those guys. Let's see them fight ten vampires and four androids and see how much that screws up their plans. We're going to get your shit back, and figure out somewhere safe to love. For all of us."

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