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Bitter Taste

Dark!Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: When the Doctor meets your ex-boyfriend, he reacts in a way you really should have expected.

His name was Jason.

You didn’t tell the Doctor much about your ex-boyfriend. Mostly little details regarding his treatment of you. Not that he was necessarily a bad guy, just that he was pretty distant and cheated on you with some girl he’d met at a bar one night during his shift.

Yet, here you were. Standing directly in front of the bar where he worked, hand in hand with the Doctor.

“It’ll be fun,” he said when he’d mentioned a visit home to see your family. “I can see little bits of your past.” You knew the real reason he wanted to go to Brook’s. It was just a shitty little dive bar in your city, nothing special — aside from the fact that he knew your ex worked there.

He reached for the handle, opening the door for you and pulling you in. His eyes scanned the faces of everyone in the room, keeping his hand in yours while doing so. “Why don’t you go get us some drinks?” he murmured, leaning down so his breath puffed against your ear. “I’m going to the loo.” And off he went, walking to the back where the sign for the restrooms was.

At the bar, the bartender walked up. “Welcome to Brook’s, what can I get you?” She had a nice smile — genuine and kind. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“I’ll take a-” You couldn’t even finish your order before you locked eyes with the other bartender. Piercing blue eyes bore deep into your soul as you felt a sense of dread in the pit of your stomach. He set down the glass he had been drying and began to walk to your side of the bar.

“Oh, hey! It’s been a while. Fancy seeing you here,” Jason chuckled. “I'll be right back, Jess.” He placed his hand on the woman’s shoulder and walked around the bar to be at your side. “How have you been?”

“Hello, Jason,” you spat. “I’ve been busy. Travelling, you know?”

He reached out, grabbing your arm before you could move and pulling the two of you into the corner. “I’ve missed you. A lot, actually.” Your arm was stuck in a vice grip as he continued. “I tried to call but you never answered. I want to talk. I want us to be an us again. I’m sorry and I’ve changed, I swear.”

Yanking yourself away from him, you took a step back. “Thanks, but no thanks. You cheated on me, remember? You can’t just play the ‘sorry’ card and think you’re still welcome in my life!”

“Oh please, you miss me. I know you do.”

“I really don’t. Fuck off and find someone else who will entertain your bullshit.” Swallowing hard, you moved away from the bar and glanced nervously towards the bathroom. The familiar shape of the Doctor emerged through the doorway and looked around until he spotted you.

It was like he sensed it. The Doctor’s eyes narrowed as he pushed his way through the crowd. The Time Lord Victorious did not appreciate Jason talking to you, especially after what he had heard about him.

Standing next to you, his hand gripped your waist hard, pulling you against him possesively. “Sorry, love. Just needed a minute.” His cold gaze looked Jason up and down. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”

You ex didn’t flinch. “No, we haven’t. I’m Jason,” he hissed, holding out his hand. The Doctor reached out and gripped it with a strength Jason wasn’t expecting, smirking at the wince he pulled from the other man.

“While I do love a good chat, I’m afraid we’ve got to grab something to drink and actually enjoy our night.” His comment caused Jason to scowl, backing away. “Nice to meet you.” His tone was anything but friendly as he released you and took a step forward. His fist clenched in the front of Jason’s shirt, yanking him to the side and slamming him against the wall. “And don’t you ever think about fucking coming near us again, got it? Otherwise your brains will be splattered across the concrete outside.” He released his grip, letting the other man move again.

“Sure, whatever.” Jason huffed, brushing himself off, and made his way back to the bar.

You turned, burying your face in the Doctor’s chest. “Thank you.”

He held you close, not taking his eyes off the man he had just chased away. “I’ll always save you. You’re mine.”

Not long after, he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the bathrooms. “Where are we going?” you questioned. He didn’t say a word, continuing on through the back door and into the area behind the bar.

It wasn’t anything special. Just an area where they had some tables for large parties. However, since nobody in their right mind would use a bar like this for a gathering, it was just used by the employees for smoke breaks.

The Doctor dragged you over to a table on the end of the line, but still close enough to the back door that there was a chance of being caught. “Mine,” he growled against your lips as he kissed you greedily, lifting you by the backs of your thighs onto the edge of the table.

“Fuck, Doctor, what if we-” You didn’t get a chance to finish before he was grabbing at your waistband, forcefully ripping your jeans down your legs. The realisation hit that he was going to take you right here, right now.

You had no intention of stopping him.

As soon as you were naked from the waist down, you reached for the buttons of his trousers. He slapped your hands away, glaring at you from above. This was not the Doctor, this was the Oncoming Storm. Rough and reckless; a man who will fuck you until you can’t stand.

“No touch.” He reached for his tie, keeping his eyes connected to yours with a searing gaze. Pupils blown with lust, the Doctor pulled his tie off his neck and reached for your arms. “Now you get to be punished.” Your hands were quickly bound behind your back.

His trousers dropped to his ankles as he pulled you against the edge of the table and wasted no time slamming into you. “Oh, fuck!” you moaned as he began to set a punishing rhythm. One of his arms wrapped around your torso, the other around the back of your head, to keep you as close to him as he physically could.

“All mine,” he grunted as he kept his fast pace. “Nobody else’s. This is all for me. Mine to use. Mine to ruin.” His babbling continued as he fucked into you. “If anyone ever tries to flirt with you again, I’ll rip their heart out with my bare hands. I will make sure you never want anyone else’s cock in you for as long as you live.” He nipped at your neck, claiming you further.

Your arms fought against his tie as you tightened your legs around his waist, rotating your hips to spur him on further. “All yours. Please, use me,” you choked out. When like this, the Doctor was absolutely ruthless. It was almost as if you could see delirium swirling in those deep brown eyes of his. “Oh, god.”

“That’s it,” the Doctor snarled. “I’m your god.” He kept on for several minutes before you felt him look up and his jaw tense against your temple.

“Moan my name, love. Let the world hear whose you are. Make sure that bastard knows that it’s only me in your mind. Do it. Moan for me. Come for me.”

He released your torso, allowing you to fall backwards onto the table. His hands moved to grip your hips tightly. “Oh god, Doctor. I’m yours! I’m all yours, Doctor. Please, I’m so close!”

Your eyes met his as a sickening grin crossed his face. “Come for me, now,” he growled before he glanced up.

It crashed over you like a star exploding. “Fuck, I’m coming! Doctor! Doctor!” You chanted his name like a prayer. As you were pulled into absolute pleasure, your back arched and you finally realised what he had been staring at.

Standing frozen outside the employee door was your ex-boyfriend, eyes wide and cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he watched the Doctor absolutely rail you.

The Time Lord staked his claim, all right. Especially as he locked eyes with Jason, sneering at him. “All mine,” he shouted as his thrusts became choppy. “This is all mine!” He tensed up, thrusting hard into you once more before you felt him pulse inside you.

The door slammed shut as you laid there, unable to move as the Doctor pulled out of you. “Now,” he murmured as he pulled his trousers up and rebuttoned them. “You’re going to put your pants back on and we’re going to walk back through that bar, in front of him, and go home. Got it?”

You nodded as he pulled the tie from its knot and freed your arms. This wasn’t what you’d planned when he suggested the possibility of seeing your ex at his place of work, but it was singlehandedly the most satisfying thing you’d done as revenge. And the best part?

As you left and turned down the alley around the corner to enter the TARDIS, the Doctor told you to stay there and said he would be right back. He reassured you that he would make sure he left Jason a nice tip.

It didn’t take long before your phone rang. Your mom informed you that your ex-boyfriend was found dead behind the bar. Beaten bloody until his brain haemorrhaged. No evidence as the cameras inside had been mysteriously deactivated.

A nice tip indeed.

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multi-fandom-things730 · 8 months

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Brothers, Boyfriends, and Betrayal

Summary: Jack Perry’s sister starts traveling with him, and gets very close with Hook. With the Forbidden Doors pay-per-view coming up, what could go wrong?

Warnings: Angst, cussing, violence, blood, fights, a whole lot of family drama, more angst, fluff, lil bit of spice

A/N: Writers block kicked my ass while trying to write this, but I finally got it done🥳 There will be a part 2 to this imagine as well🤍 As always, a super special thanks to my bestie @99hook 💛✨ I wouldn’t be here posting my fics if it wasn’t for you bestie, I love you so much!!!!!!!🥰🤍🤍 I hope all of you enjoy this story, I love you all so much and I appreciate you all for reading🧡🧡

"Are you excited for tonight?" Y/N asks her brother with a grin.

Jack smiles back at his little sister and nods. "You know I am! And I'm excited you get to be here"

Jack always enjoyed it when his sister was able to come to watch him wrestle, and with her in college, it had made it even less often. But she had just graduated.

Jack offered for her to travel with him, and she immediately accepted. She had loved wrestling ever since she was a kid, just like Jack. But she never wanted to be a wrestler, she wanted to be an interviewer. So being around the business she hoped to work in made her so excited.

"I gotta go talk to TK real quick. Would you be okay to wait for me here? If not, you can come with if you'd like" Jack offers.

Y/N smiles up at him. "I'm okay to wait here"

Jack nods and walks off.

Y/N leans against the wall next to Jack's dressing room and sighs. She could go in, but that'd be boring. Here she could look around and take everything in.

"Hey, is Jack here?"

Y/N jumps at a sudden voice behind her. She turns and is met with the very handsome man that she knows as Hook. "No, he's not. He should be back soon though. He's just talking to TK"

Hook nods and leans against the wall next to her.

They stand in silence for a few minutes, with Y/N nervously rocking back and forth on her heels.

"You're Y/N, right? His sister?" Hook asks.

She looks over at him again and nods. "Yeah, that's me"

Hook nods. "He talks about you a lot"

This makes Y/N smile. "That's sweet. Good things I hope"

Hook smirks, choosing to tease her. "Mostly"

She raises an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

Hook lets out a chuckle. "I'm just messing with you"

"Hmm" Y/N hums. "I don't believe you"

"Anyways" Hook decides to change the subject. "You're in college, right?"

Y/N shakes her head. "Just graduated actually"

"Congrats" Hook replies, a rare smile on his handsome face. “What do you wanna do?"

"I wanna work here actually. As an interviewer or something like that" Y/N answers.

"You'd be good at that" Hook smiles. "And I wouldn't mind seeing your pretty face around here more"

Y/N's face turns pink, making Hook's smile grow.

But before either of them can say anything else Jack walks back over.

Hook was only half listening to what Jack was saying, as most of his attention was being directed towards his sister.

Hook knew it wasn't right, but hey, he just thought she was pretty. Well, not pretty. More like gorgeous-

He blinks rapidly as he tries to zone back into the conversation and turn off his wandering thoughts.

It had been a month since Y/N started traveling with Jack, and it was the best month of her life. She had so many new friends, and she got to spend so much more time with her brother.

And Hook was there.

Hook always made sure to at least say hello every night, but more often than not they ended up talking for as long as they could before one of them was pulled away to do something.

A couple of nights Hook had offered to drive her home when Jack needed to head back to the hotel early, and one of those nights they ended up falling asleep in the car park after just sitting and talking for hours.

Jack wasn't very happy the next morning, so Hook and Y/N made up a lie about the car breaking down and them not wanting to wake him up.

It wasn't like they were doing anything wrong; they were just talking.

Until they weren't.

“Hey Ty!" Y/N smiles, eager to congratulate him for the match he just won. But she frowns when he brushes past her and stomps down the halls.

"Tyler?" She asks softly, quickly rushing to follow him.

"Just leave me alone right now Y/N" Hook huffs, walking faster as he hears her heels catching up with him.

"No! I'm not gonna leave you alone while you're upset Tyler" she insists, struggling to keep up with him.

She cusses herself out in her head for choosing tonight to try and break in these new heels.

She lets out a little yelp when she loses her footing and twists her ankle.

Hook immediately stops and turns around, seeing her leaned against the wall with one foot lifted.

He sighs, before walking over to her. "You gotta be more careful Y/N"

She smiles as Hook picks her up bridal style. "Well, if I had known I'd need to chase you down the hallways tonight I wouldn't have worn these shoes. Next time give me a heads up"

Hook can't help but chuckle as he sits her down on an empty crate in an empty room.

"Why are we in a creepy room?" Y/N asks as Hook looks at her ankle.

"Because me and your brother both have people who don't like us running around here" Hook answers.

He lightly turns her ankle, which makes her wince. "Sorry"

"It's okay" she answers, and reaches to start playing with his hair.

Hook smiles and leans into her touch, before standing back up to be at eye level with her.

He places his hands on the crate on either side of her legs. "I think you just twisted it. I could wrap it for you if you want, just in case. And maybe try not wearing heels"

"Sure" she answers simply, her pulse-raising at the position she and Hook are in.

Hook seems to finally realize it too, and he feels his heart rate rise as well.

He goes to pull back, but Y/N places her hands on his so he can't.

"Y/N, this isn't a good idea" he says softly.

Y/N frowns, but nods and lets him go. "You're right. I'm sorry"

But her eyes widen when his hands move to hold her waist.

"I said it wasn't a good idea. That doesn't mean I don't like the idea" he smirks, and Y/N smiles back.

"I just want to be sure you want this. Want me" Hook clarifies.

Y/N's smile just grows, and she wraps her arms around his neck to pull him closer to her. "Of course I want you, Tyler. More than anything"

And with that, their lips meet in a sweet kiss.

They pull away after a few seconds, and Hook moves his hands down to grip her hips as Y/N runs her fingers up and down his arms.

She wraps her legs around his waist and pulls him closer to her.

She kisses him again, and when she pulls away she bites softly on his bottom lip, pulling on it before letting go.

Hook smirks at her and lets his kisses trail down her neck.

"Wanna tell me what made you so mad?" Y/N asks.

"I don't really wanna think about anything but this gorgeous girl in front of me" Hook answers.

Y/N smirks, and uses her finger to lift his chin so he's looking at her. "Well this gorgeous girl is gonna have to implement a no-touching policy until you tell her"

Hook's eyes widen, and a pout forms on his lips.

Y/N simply leans up and pecks his pouty lip. "Starting in 10, 9,"

"Fine" Hook relents. "It's just, earlier tonight the guy I fought and his friend were talking about you and I overheard. They were saying all these things about you, and about how they were gonna see who could get into your pants first and stuff like that"

"Hmm" Y/N hums. "I guess you win that bet then"

Hook laughs. "I'm trying to be serious Y/N. It pissed me off"

Y/N smiles and begins trailing kisses down his neck. "Well, thank you for telling me. Now, how about a reward?"

Y/N had begun to help out backstage, and in that time had impressed Tony Khan.

He liked and respected her work ethic; she wasn't even employed, she was just a guest, but she was running around with the backstage crew helping at any chance she got.

So Tony ran the idea for her to start appearing on TV by them after Jack told him what she hoped to do. He said it'd be kind of like a trial run, and Y/N couldn't be more excited to do so.

And she couldn't have been more thankful it happened when it did; because as they walked out of Tony's office they saw LFI coming out during Hook's segment on a monitor.

"Y/N!" Jack exclaims as she takes off towards the guerrilla.

But she doesn't listen, and she runs out as the sound crew scrambles to play Jack's music.

"Oh! That's Jack Perry's sister!" Taz exclaims as Y/N takes off down the ramp.

She jumps into the ring as Preston and Dralístico jump out to confront Jack, who ran out behind her with a chair in his hands.

"Ty?" She says softly, kneeling next to him.

He pulls himself up to his feet, as Y/N tries to help him.

"I'm fine baby" he says, before placing his hands on her shoulders and looking directly into her eyes. "You should have never come out here. It's dangerous. They could have attacked you"

"I don't care about that! I care about you!" She exclaims over the crowd's cheers, and Hook would never admit it, but he felt a warmth in his chest at that.

But they're pulled out of their moment when José rolls into the ring to get away from Jack.

Hook gently pushes Y/N into the corner before staring José down.

José goes to punch Hook, but Hook grabs him and hits him with a T-Bone.

Y/N cheers as Jack slides into the ring and rushes over to her. "Y/N! You can't do that! You gotta be careful, okay?"

"I'm sorry I scared you" Y/N says. "But Hook's my friend! And yours!"

"I know that. I was planning on coming out here as soon as we saw it on the monitor. But you're not a wrestler" Jack retorts.

"Hey, it all worked out" Hook says, trying to stop them from arguing.

Jack takes a deep breath before he nods and the two men fist bump, making the crowd pop.

Hook glances over at Y/N and flashes her a smirk, and she sends him back a wink.

Y/N coming out to defend him had gotten Hook a little more than worked up, and he just hoped it wasn't too obvious to the people watching.

The next week on Dynamite Hook and Jack were fighting Vance and Dralístico in a Texas tornado match.

They were all currently in Hook’s dressing room finishing up a strategy talk.

"Listen Y/N, if you're gonna come out with us you cannot interfere" Jack says sternly.

"I understand" Y/N says softly, but Hook, who was sitting on the couch behind them can't help but smirk at Y/N's crossed fingers that she was hiding behind her back.

Jack nods. "Okay, I'm gonna head to my dressing room and get ready. Meet me at the guerrilla?"

Hook nods, and Jack leaves.

Hook stands up, and Y/N smirks when he wraps his hand around her crossed fingers. His other arm snakes around her waist and he pulls her flush against his chest.

He leans down and breathes into her ear. "You wanna talk about this?"

"What about it?" Y/N asks with fake innocence.

"You don't need to get involved" Hook replies.

"I'm not promising anything" Y/N says stubbornly.

He turns her around to face him and leans his forehead against hers. "I need you to be safe mamas. I can't focus if I need to worry about protecting you"

Y/N lets out a sigh as his hands hold onto her hips, and she doesn't miss the way they nervously grip onto her. "I promise not to get involved unless one of you is about to get hurt very badly. How's that?"

Hook huffs. "I'm not happy about it. But I know it's probably the best I'm gonna get so I'll take it"

Y/N smiles and wraps her arms around his neck before pulling him down into a kiss.

Y/N had been standing at ringside the whole time, and she felt like her heart was going to explode from how fast it was racing.

Hook was covered in blood, but at the same time he still looked so damn good. She had to stop her mind from wandering to places it had no business going to at the current moment.

But as Vance wrapped a chain around Hook's neck, the only thing she could think about was how much pain Hook must be in.

She ran around the ring to grab a steel chair, and ignored her brother yelling at her as she rolled into the ring.

She ran over and slammed Vance as hard as she possibly could in the head with the chair before he could throw Hook off the apron and into a table.

This causes Vance to let Hook go as he tries to stop himself from falling, and Hook takes the opportunity to grab him and T-Bone him off the apron and through the table.

Y/N lets out a yell as she watches, and goes to jump down to him when she feels a hand grab her arm.

She whips around and is met with Dralístico screaming in her face.

But Jack runs up behind him and yanks him away from Y/N.

Jack DDTs Dralístico onto a chair and covers him, but José runs over and kicks Jack in the head to break up the pin.

Y/N kneels next to Jack, who's holding onto his head.

She looks up at José with a glare when he throws his shirt at her and Jack.

Jack pushes her behind him as he gets to his feet and glares at José with a chair tight in his hand.

But a smirk grows across Y/N's face when Hook climbs back in the ring and sneaks up behind José.

Hook locks José in the redrum as Dralístico rolls back in the ring and charges at Jack.

Jack trips him and jumps onto his back, locking him in the snare trap.

Dralístico reaches for the chair Jack dropped, but Y/N runs over and kicks it away from him. So with nowhere left to go, Dralístico frantically taps.

Y/N cheers, and when Jack stands back up she pulls him into a hug.

Hook walks over and pats Jack on the shoulder.

Y/N pulls away and scans both of them. "Are you guys okay?!"

"We're fine, don't worry" Jack answers, and Y/N swats at his arm when he ruffles her hair.

The referee comes over, and Y/N backs away as he holds Jack and Hook's hands up in celebration.

Hook peers over at Y/N, wanting nothing more than to grab her and kiss her.

Y/N just waves at him with a smirk, knowing exactly what he's thinking.

Y/N and Hook probably should have known it simply wasn't possible to keep their relationship a secret from Jack forever.

But they never thought it'd play out the way it did.

It was the night of the Forbidden Doors pay-per-view, and Jack was hyped for his fight.

Y/N had hopped in the shower quickly while Jack was getting ready.

But while she was in the shower her phone went off.

Jack picked it up and was on his way to let Y/N know she'd gotten a text when the name of the sender caught his attention. It was Hook.

But what really caught his attention was the phrase 'I love you' that was included.

Hey babygirl, I know you're busy getting ready right now. I just wanted to say I love you, and I can't wait to go out tonight after the show❤️

Jack's eyes couldn't have gotten anymore wide, but when he heard the shower turn off he simply put the phone back where it was and sat down on the couch.

Y/N walked out minutes later in her new black dress and freshly blow-dried hair. "What do you think?"

Jack smiles. "You look nice sis"

"Thanks" she grins, before sitting down at the desk table to do her makeup.

Jack has to hold in a scoff when her smile widens as she looks at her phone.

"Come on Jack!" Y/N tries to rally Jack from ringside.

She didn't know what was going on with Jack tonight, he seemed so distracted.

Hook stood next to her, wondering the same thing. He leaned down to speak in her ear, so she'd be able to hear him over the crowd. "What's going on with him?"

"I don't know" she answers, but when she looks back up Jack is looking at them instead of Sanada, who took this opportunity to attack him.

"NO!" Y/N screamed, but it was too late, and Jack was pinned.

Y/N sighs, and Hook helps her onto the apron before jumping up himself.

He puts his foot on the rope so it's easier for her to get in, and the two of them walk over to Jack.

Jack doesn't say anything as Y/N kneels down to pull him into a hug. "I'm sorry Jack. But it's okay! You'll kick his ass next time!"

Jack hugs her back. "Thanks sis..."

Y/N and Hook help him up, and they make their way back up the ramp.

But Y/N doesn't even realize what's happening before Jack has attacked Hook.

Y/N lets out a surprised yell when Hook hits the ground. "Tyler!"

But Jack lightly pushes her back, before leaning down to yell at Hook. "You think it's okay to sneak around with my sister?!"

Y/N's eyes widen. "J-Jack! It's not like that! Please! Don't do this! Just let me explain!"

"No Y/N! He's supposed to be my best friend but he's been sneaking around with you for who knows how long!" Jack yells.

"We're not just sneaking around! We're together! I love him! Come on Jack. Please, this isn't how to handle this. We hurt you by not telling you. I understand that, and I'm so sorry. But this is exactly why we didn't! We were afraid of how you'd react!"

Jack just huffs and goes stomping towards the tunnels.

"Jack!" Y/N exclaims, chasing after him.

"Are you coming with me or not?" Jack's tone is much calmer as he stares at Y/N expectingly.

"I- Jack, you hurt him! I can't just leave him! I love him! I- I love you both!" Y/N exclaims exasperatedly.

"Fine then" Jack snaps, turning to leave.

"No! Please Jack!" Jack yanks his arm out of her grip as she cries. "Jack!"

Y/N cries harder as she watches him stomp away.

Y/N is snapped out of her head when Taz runs by her to get to Hook.

Y/N whips around and sees Taz helping Hook up, who is trying to get to her.

She rushes over and takes Hook's outstretched hand. "I'm here Tyler. I'm here"

Hook pulls away from his dad and pulls Y/N into a tight hug.

Y/N hugs him around his torso as he holds her head against his chest.

"You need to get checked out by the medics Ty" Y/N says.

"I love you" Hook whispers into her ear.

Y/N smiles and nuzzles into him more. "I love you too"

"Let's move this love fest to the medic's office you two" Taz smiles.

Y/N pulls back from Hook and smiles up at him. "I couldn't agree more"

"I'm fine" Hook insists. "I just wanna head back to the hotel"

"He hit you in the throat and you fell back on your head" Taz argues.

Y/N pouts when she can tell Hook isn't budging. "Please honey? Then we can go back to the hotel together"

Hook stares into her eyes for a moment before reluctantly nodding with a sigh, and they all walk out together as the crowd cheers for them.

They head straight back to the trainer's room, and Taz and Y/N sit down in chairs as Hook gets checked out.

Y/N's knee can't stop bouncing, and she's biting her nails as her thoughts won't stop racing.

"Are you ok hon?" Taz asks after a few seconds of silence.

"Y-Yeah" Y/N brushes off his concern. "I'm fine"

Taz just raises an eyebrow at her, and she shrinks under his gaze. "I just... I feel like this is all my fault.."

"Get that thought outta your head. Jack did what he did because he wanted to" Taz comforts, putting his hand on her shoulder.

"I guess so" she mumbles.

Taz frowns at the downhearted look on her face and leans over to pull her into a side hug.

She leans against his side, doing her best to not start crying.

Then Hook walks over. “They said I’m fine. Wanna head back to the hotel baby?”

Y/N nods as she and Taz stand up.

Taz hugs Y/N, and pats Hook on the shoulder. “Everything’s gonna be okay you two. It’ll work out once Jack calms down”

That never happened.

Here they were a week later and Y/N nor Hook had heard a word from Jack.

Which was why Y/N was curled up against Hook’s side, trying not to cry again.

“It’s okay mamas” he breathes into her ear, rubbing his hand up and down her back. “He’ll come around eventually”

“I’ve never gone this long without talking to him” Y/N sniffles.

“I’m sorry” Hook replies, and leans down to kiss her head.

“It’s not your fault. I should have just told him” Y/N wipes her eyes.

“We should have told him. It’s not all on you Y/N” Hook corrects, making her smile up at him.

Then her phone dings, and she pulls away to pick it up.

Hey Y/N. I’m sorry I haven’t responded to you at all for so long. Could we meet up somewhere for lunch?

“He texted me!” Y/N grins. “He wants to meet for lunch”

Hook grins back, relieved that Y/N was so happy. “That’s great mamas” he says before pecking her lips.

She hops up off the couch and runs to get ready, and Hook just watches her with an adoring smile.

Lunch was awkward, to say the least.

The two siblings just sat and stared at the ground for a little while, before Jack decided to speak up. “So, how long have you and Hook been together?”

“We got together about a month after I started traveling with you” Y/N answers honestly.

Jack just nods, tapping his fingers on the table.

“I know you’re mad, and I understand that. But we didn’t mean to hurt you. We love each other Jack” Y/N says.

“If that’s all true why’d you keep it from me?” Jacks asks.

“Because we were scared of how you’d react” Y/N quickly retorts. “And clearly we weren’t wrong to worry”

Jack huffs and rolls his eyes before standing up. “I gotta go to the bathroom”

Y/N watches him walk away with an annoyed expression.

This whole situation wasn’t adding up for her. She had done plenty of stuff that Jack didn’t like, and he’d never acted like this. And the way her explaining everything to him didn’t even make him budge was unlike him.

Which is what prompted her to pick up his phone that he left on the table and open it.

She scrolled through his contacts and stopped on the contact of his best friend. Y/N knew Jack told him everything.

She looks through their messages, and she can feel her blood boiling at what she reads.

It’s the perfect cover dude. I was always gonna betray Hook at Forbidden Door, but I just happened to see a text he sent Y/N that night. Now the fans will feel bad for me, and they won’t turn on me.

She quickly takes a screenshot and sends it to herself before a voice snaps her out of her head. “Why are you on my phone?”

Y/N abruptly stands up and turns to face him with a furious glare. “Because I’m related to you, so I must have at least a little sneak in me”

She shoves the phone into his chest. “You’re a no good, lying bastard! You tried to use me so the fans wouldn’t hate you for what you did?!”

“S-Sis…” Jack stumbles over his words.

Y/N feels her skin burning in anger. “Fuck you”

She whips around and storms out of the restaurant in a huff, as Jack follows behind her.

“You don’t wanna talk to me?! Fine! Maybe you’ll wanna talk to me after I take that championship from your pathetic fuck budd-“

Y/N cuts him off by whipping around and slapping him as hard as she can in the face.

He stumbles away from her with wide eyes as she rips her bracelet off her wrist.

She and Jack had gotten matching bracelets on vacation when they were little, and neither one of them had ever taken them off.

So for a moment, Jack regretted his whole crazy scheme as he watched her throw it on the ground and turn away from him with tears in her eyes.

He kneeled down and picked the bracelet up, and let out a sad chuckle at the silly little turtle charm. He quickly wipes his eyes before standing back up with it tight in his grip.

Meanwhile, Y/N had taken off as fast as she could down the street and towards the hotel.

She was doing her best not to cry as she walked through the lobby and got on the elevator.

She rushed out once it got to her floor, and practically sprinted down the hall towards her room.

Towards Hook.

She knocked on the door, and as soon as it opened she threw herself into his arms.

Hook immediately wraps his arms around her and guides her to sit down on the bed. “What happened babygirl?”

“He’s a liar!” She cries, burying her head in his chest. “He was always going to do that to you! It was just a coincidence that he found out about us that night! And he decided to use it as a c-cover so the fans wouldn’t turn on him”

Hook doesn’t say anything, but Y/N can feel the way his body tenses and his grip on her tightens.

Y/N looks up at him, and his face is stone cold.

She pulls away and leans her forehead against his. “I’m sorry... I’m so sorry he did this”

He places his hands on her waist and pulls her onto his lap. “Don’t apologize. None of this was your fault mamas”

“What are you gonna do? He.. he said he was going to take the title from you” Y/N mumbles nervously.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that” Hook replies, kissing her on the temple. “I’ll deal with him. I’ll deal with him really fucking soon”

"Let me come out there with you"

"Absolutely not" Hook says sternly, not looking away from the monitor.

It was the first dynamite after Forbidden Door, and Jack was currently out in the ring talking about everything that happened.

Hook was standing up, staring into the screen, and Y/N was convinced Jack must feel it through the screen from the intensity of Hook's glare.

On the contrary, Y/N didn't even want to look at the screen. Nor did she want to hear his voice, but that was kind of impossible with Hook listening to each cruel word intently.

Y/N and Jack had gotten into a fight on twitter a few days prior. Jack had tried to message Y/N, but she blocked his phone number. So Jack took to twitter to whine, and Y/N replied with a long and angry tweet exposing every one of Jack's lies.

So with the truth out, it seemed Jack fully succumbed to a new heel persona that Y/N couldn't even recognize.

Her own brother was standing in the ring, saying terrible things about the man she loved. She couldn't understand how they'd gotten to this point.

They used to be best friends, an inseparable pair. You could never find one without the other. But now they didn't even want to be in the same building.

But they had to be for work.

"Tyler, I don't want you going out there alone" Y/N insists, walking over to wrap her arms around him from behind.

Hook places his hands on her's, and leans back into her embrace. "I can't focus if I'm worried about you getting hurt mamas"

Y/N felt her heart crack a little at the familiar words. Hook was referring to Jack like he was some unpredictable enemy. But sadly, at this point: he was. "He wouldn't hurt me"

Hook looks down at her hands that are gripping onto him, and lets out a breath. "I don't know that anymore"

Y/N just leans her head down against his back in defeat, and tears gather in her eyes "He wouldn't..."

Hook turns to face her, and holds her tight. "I'll handle him, don't worry"

Y/N takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself before pulling away from him. "You should head out there"

"Are you gonna be okay?" Hook asks, placing his hand against her cheek and wiping away a tear.

She nods and flashes him a smile that doesn't reach her eyes.

Hook places a lingering kiss on her head, before looking down to gaze into her eyes. "I'll be back before you know it"

With that, he leaves one last kiss on her lips and leaves the room.

Y/N watches as he leaves, before sitting down on the couch. She stares at the screen, waiting for Hook to storm out.

She sniffles as she stares at Jack, and does her best to stop the tears from falling as she listens to his words.

She just hoped this would all be over soon.

“Are you okay Y/N?”

Y/N turns from watching Hook warming up to weakly smile at Taz.

It was finally the day: the day Hook defended the FTW title against Jack.

She could feel her stomach twisting into knots at the very thought, but she had to just push those feelings down.

It was happening in less than half an hour, and she had to be ready.

“I’m all good Taz” she smiles.

But Taz just raises an eyebrow at her and crosses his arms. He had been able to duck off the commentary table during a commercial break, and he didn’t have time for her deflections. “I know you’re not hon”

She just stares at him for a few seconds. “I have to be. This isn’t about me or my feelings”

“Supporting Tyler doesn’t mean that you can’t be sad about this. If you were actually fine right now I’d think you were a robot” Taz replies. “All I’m saying is, be easy on yourself. Don’t beat yourself up for still caring about Jack”

And with that he turns to Hook, and they start talking as Taz’s words circle in Y/N’s mind.

She didn’t even notice when Taz walked away, and was only brought out of her head when Hook slipped his arms around her waist. “Remember what I said mamas. I can’t focus and be worried about you. Please let me handle him”

“I will” Y/N whispered back, but with her fingers crossed at her side.

It took all of the willpower Y/N had to not run over when Jack had Hook set up for a draping DDT, and when he hit it she couldn’t stop the small cry from escaping her lips as she watched Hook’s head hit the ground.

Y/N immediately ran over to Hook as Jack rolled into the ring in hopes of a count-out victory.

“Baby, are you ok?” Y/N has to do her best from hopping in the ring and attacking Jack when the only answer she gets from Hook is a moan of pain.

She places her hands on his back and gently rubs up and down in an attempt to pull him back to his senses, as the numbers yelled by the ref ring in the couple’s ears.

“Help me up” Hook breathes out, struggling to pull himself up.

“Tyler” Y/N mumbles, hesitation clear in her tone. She was clearly worried about him continuing with his injuries.

“I’m not letting him win” Hook fumes. “Help me Y/N, please”

Her eyes flicker from him to the ref, and as he calls seven Y/N wraps her arms around Hook and hauls him to his feet.

She pushes him into the ring right before the ref got to ten, much to Jack’s chagrin.

Y/N watches with scared eyes as Jack starts tauntingly kicking Hook in the face.

Y/N can see the fury in Hook’s eyes, and she lets out a little smile when he gets to his feet and swings at Jack.

Jack avoids it and tries to grab Hook for a suplex, but Hook elbows him and breaks out of his grasp.

But Jack grabs him again and hits Hook with a German suplex.

He looks over to his sister with a smirk, which quickly changes to confusion when he sees the smirk on her face.

Hook had gotten right back on his feet, and Y/N couldn’t be prouder of him.

Jack whips around and tries to hit Hook, but Hook dodges him.

Jack tries to kick Hook next, but Hook catches him and turns him around before grabbing him around the waist.

Y/N cheers as Hook hits him with a northern lights suplex.

Jack kicks out right before the three count, but Hook maintains the waistlock.

He pulls Jack up and hits him with another northern lights suplex. But once again, Jack kicks out.

Y/N just cheers as she realizes Hook still has the waistlock on Jack, and she can’t stop herself from grinning when Hook starts another suplex.

But her grin drops when Jack grabs onto the ref, and while he’s distracted kicks Hook with a low blow.

Y/N can barely watch as Hook tries to pull himself up, and Jack runs and bounces off the ropes before hitting Hook with an elbow strike in the back of the head.

Jack rolls Hook over for the cover, and Y/N can tell that Hook is dazed.

“KICK OUT BABY!” Y/N screams. It’s like her voice breaks the daze he was in, as he immediately kicks out upon hearing her.

She lets out a relieved breath, and avoids eye contact with Jack who was sending her a nasty glare.

Y/N raises an eyebrow as Jack rolls out of the ring, but her eyes widen when he grabs the FTW title.

She runs over and grabs the other end of it.

They glare at each other, and each one is trying to yank the title out of the other’s grasp.

“You know you can’t win on your own!” Y/N yells. “You’ve been cheating this whole damn time because you know you’re just not as good as him!”

Her words seem to just make Jack angrier. He finally wins their tug-of-war and jumps back in the ring before she has the opportunity to grab the belt again.

Hook catches Jack when he tries to hit him, but Jack pulls them backward and they crash into the ring post with the ref.

Y/N’s eyes widen as the ref crumbles to the ground, and she feels the anxiety building in her.

Y/N reaches into the ring and tries to shake the ref awake as Hook hits Jack with a suplex.

Hook covers Jack, but looks up when he doesn’t hear the ref hitting the mat.

He sees Y/N climbing into the ring, trying to get the ref up, and walks over to help.

The ref starts to get back to his feet with Y/N’s help, so Hook turns to face Jack.

But Y/N’s eyes widen when she realizes Jack has the belt.

She lets go of the ref and runs over to push Hook out of the way just before Jack hits him, and the belt collides with her side at full force instead.

She falls to the ground in pain, clutching her side.

Hook doesn’t care about anything in that moment except for Y/N, and he takes his eyes off of Jack to run to her.

And Jack draws his final line in the sand as he uses his sister a final time.

Instead of helping her, Jack uses her injury distracting Hook to hit him in the face with the belt.

Y/N is able to zone back in just in time to register the third hit on the mat and the bell signaling the end of the match.

She just watches with tears welling in her eyes as Jack grabs the title and stands on the ropes to show it off.

Y/N pulls herself up, trying to ignore the pain in her side to make sure Hook is okay.

But Jack hops back down and smirks at her. “What’d I tell you sis? You should know better than to be with a loser like him”

But his cocky demeanor instantly drops when she counters with four simple, but gut-wrenching and powerful words.

“You’re just like Christian.”

It came out as barely a whisper, but to Jack, it was like a gunshot ringing through his ears.

After that, Y/N didn’t even spare him a second glance as she checked on Hook.

“Baby?” She softly calls, running her hands through his hair with the hand not clutching her side.

Hook stirs after a moment, and his eyes widen as he comes back to his senses.

He quickly pulls himself up, and ignores Y/N’s insisting on him to take it easy. “Are you okay?”

She nods, but Hook doesn’t miss the way she’s holding onto her side, and the pain clear in her glassy eyes.

The two lock eye contact for a moment, before leaning against one another in an attempt at comfort.

Hook places a kiss on her head, as sadness courses through both of their veins.

This was one of the worst days of both of their lives, but at least they had each other.

Despite everything that had just happened, they wouldn’t go back and change a single thing. Because everything that had happened is what brought them together.

As long as they could lean on each other, they’d always be able to get back up.

#aew #aew fanfiction #aew hook #aew hook x reader #aew x reader #hook aew #hook aew x reader #hook imagine #hook x reader #send hook #tyler senerchia

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mksbigg3stfan · 2 months

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MCSM Ship Dynamics

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(Just how I think different MCSM ships would work + my overall thoughts and opinons on them !!!

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Jesse x Lukas

Jesse and Lukas are like the bread and butter of MCSM ships, very basic but beloved for their closeness and banter. Jesse, no matter which route you take or choices you make, is a more extroverted character that is a strong leader. Generally, Jesse cares very much about their friends and is a pretty friendly person. It's mostly up to how the person individually perceives Jesse, but the most common interpretation of Jesse I've seen in Jesskas is that Jesse learns to admire Lukas as they travel together. Lukas usually falls for them as well, but in the "He fell first they fell harder" kind of way, lukas being the former.

I've also seen some interpretations of Jesse having a little crush on Lukas at the beginning of MCSM because they think he's cool. Overall, I think Jesskas would be a pretty healthy ship.

The two of them admire each other, and they accentuate each other's strengths well! Jesse got Lukas out of his shell and pushed him to improve, and Lukas hyped Jesse up and helped them grow into the hero they were in season 2.

Lukas as a character in season 1 doesn't exactly have confidence. Though he does have faith in some of his own strengths, and is the most likely character out of Olivia, Axel, and Jesse to disagree with Jesse, he still is always trying to keep people happy and try to keep conflict to a minimum. Not being an aggressive character doesn't mean he won't stand up for himself when needed, though. Even though Lukas wasn't exactly the leader of the Ocelots, they still sort of listened to him and considered his opinions in a way, so Lukas could probably hold his own on Aiden in an argument. The reason Lukas didn't argue with them as much was most likely because he believed that the Ocelots could change, but when he was proven wrong the arguments became more frequent and he got kicked out.

Jesse and Lukas in season 2 are very clearly closer, and it seems like they'd been hanging out a lot more before everyone became too busy to see each other more often. Still, in season 2, Lukas is belittled by Romeo, who brings up his old insecurities. He sees through Romeo's disguise because he and Jesse always lift each other up and encourage the other to improve. Lukas also seems to be a character that would show affection through words - like cheering people on or subtle physical affection - like a high five and the ever so often hug. Jesse, Olivia, and Axel definitely have become his safe place after the Ocelots kicked him out.

The only real critisism I can think of for Jesskas is that there was a lot of mischaracterization of Lukas in the past, and still some in the present, along with it kind of overshadowing a lot of other characters and ships.

Jesskas is very overdone, but there's nothing wrong with that! It's cute, albeit very basic. I don't really ship it, but I see where people are coming from, and it has the potential to be very cute!

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Jesse x Petra

Again, Jesse and Petra are a pretty basic, bread and jam type of ship. It's a little more complex than Lukas and Jesse, but not by much honestly. Petra is also a bit of a cool girl archetype, someone who's generally closed off from other people and doesn't like showing weakness due to fear of being seen as just that - weak. Only her weaknesses. She has trouble staying in one place for long or getting attached to things, but when she does, Petra holds on tight. While Lukas is just about as extroverted as Jesse, Petra is more introverted and selfish. She looks out for herself.

It's difficult to pin a characer for Jesse since, honestly, the different routes and such make it seem like every person who plays MCSM will get their own individual Jesse character. Also, because of lacking writing, which makes Jesse kind of has the amount of character of a peanut shell most of the time ... but I guess that again, that makes Jesse's character mostly up to individual interpretation. With Jesstra, I've noticed people seem to pin Jessie as a person that likes physical affection, so them and Petra tend to bond over fighting and sparring.

Petra is probably mostly averse to physical affection and touch - she seems more like someone who would do acts of service, being a mercenary and all. Jesstra seems like a ship where they would be sparring and flirt with each other through complimenting each other's moves + lovingly beating the shit out of each other. In a healthy way, though! After sparring, I think they would take care of any bruises or harm that was caused together.

When Petra was super closed off and mysterious, Jesse was the one to get her to start talking to more people. They were one of Petra's first really close friends, and that meant a lot to her. They were also the one that forced Petra to realize she couldn't stay stagnant forever and expect things to never change. She had to grow up and move on.

I can see the appeal with their compiments and banter during fights and sparring, as well as Jesse leaving Beacontown at the end of season 2 to go travel the world with Petra. A very healthy ship as well!

To be honest, we really need more focus on the smaller sapphic and wlw ships in the MCSM fandom, in my opinion. This ship probably is the gateway a lot of people get into those through, so I thank it very much for that. Not only that, but it's a pretty cute ship! Again, I don't exactly ship it, I don't really ship anyone with Jesse because I don't find Jesse that interesting.

As for faults with this ship, from what I've seen, the characterization of Petra is pretty good, but because Jesse is a lot less complex in comparison to her, it feels kind of empty on one side.

Anyways, I can definitely see where you guys are coming from! I personally do love dynamics like this one, so I think it's pretty good!

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Jack x Nurm

Boy, oh boy, old man yaoi !! (just jokes, guys, please don't kill me). While Nurm speaks in villager, Jack is able to understand him completely fine. They both seem to have a very deep understanding of each other anyway. They give the vibes of adventurer husbands who traveled the world together in their youth. By now, they're pretty much done with adventuring and want to settle down together and live in peace. And they deserve it!

You can tell just by hearing them talk that they've spent many an adventure together, fighting alongside the other and tending to each other's wounds. If they have any child relatives, I'm sure they'll be the favorite relative just for the sheer amount of cool stories they can tell.

Jack has a lot of respect for Nurm as a cartographer, and Nurm respects Jack's physical strength. Nurm is probably more the brains of the two, more quick witted and smart. The only thing is, Jack is one of the only people who can really understand him. That probably got them to be much closer than any of their other party members, anyways.

Also, not to mention, they live together. They are married guys trust me. (You don't have to take that serious dw) The only thing I could possibly think of as critisism is that it's kind of weird that Nurm is a villagerx but he's proven that he's just as intelligent as any player, so it's fine. Besides, it seems like people have universally accepted that they are married or in love, at least, from what I've seen.

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((If you want me to talk about a specific ship, you can just ask !!! ( ´∀｀ )b))

Never feel scared to ask me anything !! I live when people send asks, or just interact with me in any way at all BSNANDND

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #minecraftstorymode #mcsm jesse #mcsm petra #mcsm lukas #jesse x lukas #jesse x petra #jesskas #jesstra #jack mcsm #nurm mcsm

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quietblueriver · 10 months

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Another prompt!

On the edge of consciousness

Quick thing #5.

In which Bea suffers a minor injury and Ava has some trouble dealing. All fluff. Very silly. Thanks for the prompt! :)

Ava’s exhausted by the time the van rolls back into Cat’s Cradle. She and Dora had taken six of the newly-official sisters to follow up on reports of some strange behavior in a town in rural France. Ava was hoping they’d find a whole lot of nothing and more than a little wine. What they actually found was eight wraiths and one fun new demon who had hurled himself through one of the cracks that had started appearing after Ava left, apparently a side effect of Adriel yanking Reya into this world, even though she only stayed for like 5 minutes.

It was quite an initiation for the newbies, who did really well all things considered. The whole deal is to make sure they can do this kind of shit without her, because Ava wants to be able to step away from demon-slaying every once in a while to travel the world with her curious, hot, polyglot girlfriend. She’s a teacher now, or whatever, so she didn’t just let loose with the halo when she got annoyed. Instead, she stood there and called out instructions and warnings and made sure none of the babies got maimed or worse and that they didn’t maim or worse any of the possessed. Quite a few halo interventions in the end, but they’re learning.

And the wraiths would have been enough, but of course there was the demon, a real asshole who at one point started sprouting and flinging weird spikes from his back. Ava did a lot of shield throwing and yelling and worked very hard not to intervene unless absolutely necessary. They got him down, in the end, and she finished the job. She’s physically fine but she’s mentally done—she needs sleep and Beatrice. Beatrice, mostly.

They haven’t spoken in three days, which isn’t unusual, unfortunately, but she always hates it. Occasional texts are sometimes the best they can do and she’d sent a few while Dora was driving but hadn’t heard back. Again, not unusual. Bea hates her phone even if she loves Ava (and she does, which she makes clear all the time to everyone and which Ava feels incredibly smug about, thanks) and she’s busy right now with training newbies.

Ava is looking forward to hunting her down in the yard, engaging in only a moderate amount of PDA because “I need them to be able to look me in the eye, Ava, please," and then sleeping for at least 12 hours.

Ava’s hauling her duffel from the back, the rest of the team shuffling inside, when she notices Cam, waiting nearby and fidgeting with her hands, her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Cam?”

Camila…flinches? at Ava’s voice and Ava doesn’t like that one bit. She swings the duffel over her shoulder and walks toward her, frowning.

“Hi, Ava. Welcome home.”

Her voice isn’t peak happy Cam but she’s not upset. Still. “What’s wrong?”

Camila sighs, meets Ava’s eyes. “Okay, most importantly, everyone is fine.” Ava’s heart rate spikes immediately, the halo humming to life. “There was a bit of an accident.”

Ava stares expectantly at her, heart pounding and halo charged, and Camila winces.

“Beatrice was involved.” Seeing Ava’s face, she says again, loudly, “She’s fine! She will be fine! She is in the infirmary and everything is…”

Ava’s off before Camila can finish, dropping her duffel and phasing through the first of the walls between her and the infirmary doors. She has the layout of Cat’s Cradle memorized at this point, after eight months of living here and training here and wandering the hallways when she has nightmares and manages to sneak out without waking Bea, so she has a pretty good idea of where she’s going—straight back and to the right.

She’s barely bothering to let her body fully constitute again, catches two sisters in one of the hallways by surprise and hears a “Holy Father!” before she bleeds through a storage room and turns right down another hall to find herself, finally, at the infirmary doors.

She sees Beatrice propped up in the second bed, privacy curtains mostly open, holding a well-worn copy of The Oresteia, because of course she is, a bandage where an IV line would be on the back of her hand. Her other arm is in a sling, a wrap peeking out from the neckline of the loose gray sweater she’s wearing. She’s awake. She’s sitting up. She has a book. Ava is so relieved she nearly cries.

Beatrice startles obviously when Ava phases through the last door between them, and Ava knows she must be incredibly tired or incredibly stoned or both, maybe, to react that obviously. When she turns her head to face Ava fully, Ava’s jaw clenches tight and she starts forward immediately. The left side of Bea’s face is battered, covered in scrapes and rubbed raw in spots.

Bea seems unbothered, smiling dopily and letting the book fall closed and into her lap so that she can wave excitedly, moving her whole upper body in concert with her hand. She stops the motion quickly, flinching and staring down at her torso like it had broken a promise, brow furrowed in disappointment.

Yeah, so. Stoned it is.

Bea brings her attention back to Ava and the frown disappears as she reaches out, her motion still uncoordinated but less violent. Her palm is up, fingers wiggling expectantly. It’s adorable, but Ava can’t really enjoy it right now.

“Ava! I missed you!”

Ava smiles at her, grabs the wiggling fingers gently between her own and sits on the edge of the bed, leaning over for a chaste kiss. Beatrice, uninhibited and unashamed, hums into it and sighs when they break apart, eyes fluttering and body swaying in a full Disney Princess-esque swoon. The instinct to coo at her like the precious baby duck she is fights with the ongoing panic in her chest and results in what she’s sure is a super fucking weird expression but Bea doesn’t notice or care; she’s all big brown eyes and open adoration.

“Hi, baby. I missed you, too.” She smooths a hand over Beatrice’s hair, newly shorn on the sides (a development that nearly broke Ava in the very best way), the length on top messier than Bea ever lets it be when she’s conscious and outside of their bed. Bea leans into her. “What happened here?”

She frowns, her forehead wrinkling, and Ava smooths the patch of unmarred skin with the tips of her fingers as Bea says guiltily, “Sorry I didn’t call. I didn’t want to make you worried. Just a little accident this morning.”

Ava will deal with that later. She’s not trying to get into it with sweet, stoned Beatrice about when to call. (Always, is the answer, Bea. Always fucking call. There is literally nothing more important.)

Before she can ask about what happened again, though, a flustered Camila hustles through the doors. She hovers uncertainly and then offers, weakly, “She’s okay?” The inflection lets Ava know Camila is aware of what a stupid fucking thing that is to say, but she glares at her anyway, and Camila blanches.

Ava turns back to her girlfriend and asks, resting her hand over Bea’s good one, the IV bandage tacky on her palm, “What kind of accident, gorgeous?”

Beatrice blushes, flips her hand so that she can play with Ava’s fingers, and says, incredibly nonchalantly, “We were practicing an extraction and I got hit by a car.”

Ava’s whole body tenses. The halo hums lowly.

“You got hit by a car.”

Beatrice hums, distracted by Ava’s hand, and then frowns, maybe realizing exactly how fucking awful that sounds. She looks up and adds, as though it will help, “Only a little!”

Camila sighs loudly but keeps her mouth shut.

“You got hit by a car a little.”

Ava works very hard not to lose her shit. She doesn’t want to upset Bea, and the real target for her anger, whoever hit her girlfriend with a car, isn’t in the room right now. She breathes deeply. The halo pulses the littlest bit under her skin in sympathy, still humming quietly enough that only Ava can hear it.

Beatrice offers, as if it might help, “A tap, really.”

“A tap? Beatrice.”

“No big deal. See?” She frees her good hand and uses it to wave up and down her body, flinches when the motion requires her to bend slightly and she’s definitely not making the point she wants to make. Ava catches her hand and holds it still.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re fine.”

The halo hums louder and Ava feels energy start to build under her skin, hot and itchy.

“She should recover quickly. She’s been hurt a lot worse.”

Ava snaps her head back to look at Camila, both eyebrows up and mouth open a little disbelievingly. Because yes, Bea is going to be fine, but this nonchalance? About getting hit by a car? Nope. Nope. Nope. How is Ava supposed to leave, like, ever if this is how her girlfriend and her best friend approach what looks like one step down from vehicular manslaughter? Fine. Jesus Christ.

“Gee, thanks, Cam. Have you been taking bedside manner lessons from Lilith?”

Camila blushes but Ava’s attention is quickly drawn back to Beatrice, who is nodding in agreement with Camila, or trying to. The drugs aren’t doing her any favors on that front, so the movement gets away from her, less decisive and more drowsy and drunken. The effect is something between a puppy trying to keep itself awake and Mother Superion on the rare occasions she stays for game night (or, once and memorably, karaoke) and indulges in one glass of wine too many. Like both a puppy and Superion, Bea begins to sway, eyes closing, and Ava puts a steadying hand on her uninjured shoulder. She gets a grateful smile when Beatrice settles back into the pillow.

As if sensing that she’s about to start again with her questions—which, despite what the two idiots in the room with her apparently think, are absolutely reasonable and pretty fucking chill relative to the information she has—Beatrice says, voice a slightly slurred and incredibly exaggerated mimic of the one she uses when training recruits or doing serious OCS things, “It could’ve been much worse. She wasn’t even going that fast.”

Camila groans and the halo thrums and Ava adjusts on the bed, gentle but unable to stay still any longer.

“It could’ve…” Ava splutters. “She wasn’t…she wasn’t even going that fast?”

Ava hates the word shrill. It’s misogynist as fuck and used to invalidate women’s feelings and police their tone. Bullshit. But she won’t deny that the pitch of her voice is rising higher and higher with each piece of information. She reaches for a metaphor Bea would appreciate. She’s a tea kettle about to go full whistle. She’s a tea kettle about to explode.

She takes a deep breath, counts, exhales. Does it again. Okay. Okay. It’s not helpful for her to blow up. She’s been too hard on Camila. She needs to know what happened and what Bea needs. That’s what matters.

Bea’s clearly working to keep her eyes open. New strategy. She takes the deepest breath yet, presses a very soft kiss to Beatrice’s uninjured knuckles, Bea humming and closing her eyes fully.

“Sleep, baby. I’m just going to talk to Cam. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“Promise?” Sleepy brown eyes blink open at her and she’s nearly pouting and Ava’s got a whole lot of feelings right now, but love pushes to the top easy, easy, easy when she looks at Bea.

“Promise.”

Her voice is calm even if it is still much higher than normal as she looks to Cam and asks, “What happened?”

Camila steps closer, hesitant, and Ava consciously works to relax her shoulders. She says, standing and reaching to pull Camila into a hug, “Sorry I was a bitch. I’m,” she glances at Beatrice, whose eyes are closed again, “I had to take care of all of the baby nuns and I’m a little exhausted and it’s Bea and I just…”

Cam hugs her tighter and wipes a tear from Ava’s cheek. She hadn’t even realized she’d been crying. She’s fucking tired.

“I understand. It’s okay.”

Beatrice makes a soft noise, and Cam smiles at her fondly. “They gave her more medicine just before you got back. I’m honestly surprised she’s still awake.”

“Mmm.” Ava steps back a little and shakes it out, folds her shoulders back.

“It really was an accident. Beatrice was helping a novice in a drill with a moving extraction, and the driver was a little overeager, and, well, Beatrice got knocked back with some force. She dislocated her shoulder and has some nasty road rash, but, as you can see, they’ve given her medication, and she should recover relatively quickly.” Camila bites her lip for a moment. “I promise she’s okay, Ava. I would’ve called you immediately if anything serious had happened. I’ll always call, even if Beatrice won’t.”

She uncoils a bit more. She knows it’s true. There’s no way that Cam wouldn’t call her or send Lilith to come get her, if things got really bad.

A tiny, sleepy noise escapes Beatrice, and Ava blows out a breath, smiles at Camila. Beatrice is fine. Beatrice will be fine.

She eyes the sling and wonders how long she’ll need to wear it. Bea’s going to hate being on the bench. The newbies are going to hate it, too.

Underneath the totally reasonable anger, she feels almost bad for whoever it was who hit Bea. She’s pretty beloved, even if she won’t admit it, and it’s no secret that Ava can be a little, uh, overprotective. The kid’s probably having a rough time.

“I know we’re avoiding another Yasmine situation, but clearly there’s some work left to do on teaching the novices left to drive.”

Camila frowns and begins to respond, but they’re interrupted by the familiar hiss of Lilith’s arrival, the black wings folding behind her a ridiculous contrast with the bulging M&S bag in her hand, the top of a green Colin the Caterpillar box peeking out of the top. Ava bites back a smile. What a fucking softie.

She lets go of the glamour that she wears in public, her skin mottling with scales as she removes her sunglasses. She reels back slightly when she catches sight of Ava but recovers quickly, thrusting the bag out in front of her without a word. Ava takes it, catches sight of candy and biscuits and a tin of fancy tea.

“Thanks, Lil. She’ll be excited about these.”

Her eyes turn to her shoes, black boots identical to Bea’s favorites, says gruffly, “How’s she doing?”

“She’ll be fine.”

Camila smiles at her and Ava lifts a shoulder, moves to unload the bag on the table next to Bea’s bed. Beatrice, apparently still awake enough to notice Ava’s presence, reaches a hand out and rests it on Ava’s thigh, whispers something that Ava is almost totally sure is nonsense. She doesn’t try to decipher, kisses her cheek before before going back to her mission, rifling though the considerable stash Lilith brought and beginning to pull things out.

“You’re being much calmer about this than I anticipated.”

Ava snorts and looks up at Lilith, whose eyes are focused on the injured side of Beatrice’s face.

“Yeah, no. I lost my shit for a bit there. Cam took the brunt of it.” She turns her eyes to Camila. “Sorry again.”

There’s not enough room on the table for everything—Lilith really wasn’t fucking around—so Ava prioritizes Bea’s favorites.

“Like, I’m obviously not delighted and I’m definitely going to have a talk with Bea about when to call me, say, for example, when she gets hit by a car, but she’ll be okay.” She tucks what won’t fit on the table into the little drawer below and brushes some of Bea’s hair back. “Also, stoned Beatrice is super cute.”

Lilith’s shadow falls across Bea’s body, and Ava turns to see the sharp line of her jaw clenched, her eyes scanning Bea’s body and lingering on her shoulder.

“It really was an accident.”

It’s said absently, her voice soft as she leans even further forward to tuck a corner of Bea’s blanket a little tighter around her. Ava’s stomach swoops with fondness, and she reaches her own hand out to squeeze at Lilith’s bicep, black scales and warm skin a strange contrast on her palm.

“Yeah, Cam told me. It’s fine. I mean, someone’s getting a talk from me, because what the fuck, but…”

Ava halts at a hum from the bed. Beatrice is clearly just on the edge of consciousness, eyes straining open before fluttering closed again, words barely coherent. Barely coherent, but coherent enough.

“Don’t be mad, love. Lilith is usually a very good driver.”

#warrior nun #avatrice #sister beatrice #ava silva #warrior nun fic #sister camila #wn prompt fic

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marengogo · 2 months

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Silver Lining - What If #8 : Min & Kook or Busan Brothers?

Neuron by J-Hope (with Gaeko & YOON MIRAE) focused playlist.

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

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Ladies, Gentlemen and Distinguished Enbies: HELLO!

How is everyone? Hope you are all enjoying this little break, if you celebrate Easter, and if for any reason you didn’t get a break either you don’t celebrate Easter, or you are part of the “holiday working class” I hope you are at least safe and serene 💜. All that said, let me tell you;

It’s incredible what a few days off can do, aye?!

For one I've been very vivid dreams and, for two, I’m actually in the mood of writing posts, would you look at that! AND BY THE WAY I keep forgetting to do this, but I will at some point later today I need to write an advisory note for the Sonyeondan Colosseum as I haven’t been there in a while but I still get aspiring gladiators, who are dying to participate, and albeit fun, at the moment, I really don't have that much time, to provide these fighters with the appropriate match they deserve 😫. So it is only right that I rely the appropriate information, as I do believe I run a fine institution and as such I am sorry for allowing my administration to slack real life suddenly got so busy and interesting that I didn’t, and still don't, have time to play, but who knows what the future holds right?! There just might appear a contender so unique, I might not resist the urge for a little tussle.

Anyways, back to the topic of this post, as it is sort of a continuation of this one → Solstice & Equinox, it is indeed about the Jikook Travel vlog we still no absolutely nothing about, but of which I woke up with thoughts/ideas about, hence, why I’ve placed this post, yet again, in my Silver Lining series 🤡. In my previous post I tried to predict the vlogs' scheduling, in this post I would like to talk about the possible style this vlog might take, while making, as always, educated guesses and also diving into JK’s filmmaking style.

⚠️I MOST LIKELY WILL WAX HELLA POETIC OVER A LOT OF FILMMAKING STRUCTURES, SO BE HELLA WARNED⚠️

Let’s start right off the bat with:

Also if you are NOT familiar with “Youtuber” Jimin, below is a little summary:

As you can probably tell by some of the ss because there are so many more, believe me!, JM is very enthusiastic about vlogging and, as we all know, JK is very enthusiastic about producing video related content as well as taking it further when he directed Life Goes On for example. Both JM and JK consume copious amounts of video content, be it movies, dramas, anime or shows and they often seem to be watching the same shows as well. Reason why, perhaps, they often seem to be the only privy of their media related inside jokes.

Now, imagine loving to watch shows so much and having as a significant other someone whom not only has so much footage/pictures of you which will never see btw 🤡 but also has the skills to potentially make a show out of you, or with you, because they also enjoy the same thing, what would you do? Sure, you like travelling and he is not too big into that, but some time 7 years ago this person not only took you on a trip, but also found the most memorable way to immortalise this for you, resulting in this person producing more and more travel vlogs. Not sure if JK has come to enjoy travelling, but one thing is for sure;

he seems to enjoy making one helluva good vlog out of it.

Now, before we get into the reason for my title (Min & Kook or Busan Brother?) let’s look into JK’s filmmaking style THIS IS WHERE I AM SURE I WILL NERD OUT, and in order to do this we will look into two of particular videos, as I feel like their travel vlog could be a mixture of this two:

VIDEO 1: [BTS VLOG] Jung Kook l CAMPING VLOG

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VIDEO 2: G.C.F in Budapest

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Let’s start from VIDEO 1. This was a series of vlogs we got from each of the members and were posted on BANGTANTV between July 9, 2022 and December 10, 2022 as always with the Tannies, the actual filming dates may or may not be close to the time they were posted. There are many different types of vlogs out there, because many are the different interests of viewers out there. When looking at our boys, you can clearly see theri vlogs divided in 3 specific types of vlogs:

“HOW TO”-vlog: In this type of video, usually the hosts want to learn to do something, and so they either attempt or they are a master in said craft to do said something, while showing the viewer step-by-step, with the intent/hope that the viewer can learn or feel inspired to want to do it as well.

Jin

Yoongi

“CELEBRITY LIFE”-vlog: This type of video, we follow a typical/particular day in the life of a celebrity. There is usually not so much editing done, and it gives very much the feeling of watching a reality TV show.

Tae

Hobi

“TRAVEL”-vlog: These are usually specifically about showcasing cities, spaces, activities. They are very action filled, so they will not have as many static shots as, for example, the previous two themes

Joonie

Even though JK and Joonie have the same style of vlog, there is something that JK has, which all the other 6 don’t, which is his own “colour”.

JK has a very specific style that is unique to himself within the group, and you can notice in the editing, which makes me think he often takes part in, whereas, even though the type of vlog is different for the other 6 members, the style of editing is the same for all of them. When I say that JK adds his own colour, I mean that, for example, he so often breaks the 4th wall in very conventional and unconventional ways and this is something I've noticed only he does actually in Bangtan.

Aside from JK’s Film Colour, I do believe that this is also an indication of how long we can hope their travel vlog to be. In the end the main event was camping, with other events as well and it was edited to 45mins, which is a long ass video for this type of vlog, it basically means that they realistically had hours of footage and at least 3 type of campers, which I will get into in my next point.

GCF in Budapest has all of JK’s colours as of 2023.

This video is the result of 6 years during which he filmed, edited and directed different projects. GCF in Budapest is very professional, and even though he didn’t do the final edit on this, he did direct it, meaning that there wasn’t a single shot that he hadn’t planned, requested or approved of. Basically, JK is the person that instructed other camera-people the times he wasn’t filming himself as to what shot he needed and wanted for the final project, all the way from principal, to secondary, footage I DON’T THINK YOU CAN’T BUT I’M ABOUT TO NERD OUT, RIGHT NOW. Following are the notable structures in this GCF, with related explanations/examples:

Non-static self-filming - This is the typical vlog style where the main subject is filming himself. But in his case he seems to favour this type of shots when he is moving the most, as if he wants us to fill like we are really travelling with him, as opposed to constantly placing the camera on the surface, not moving, and talking.

B-Roll Footage - is also known as “filler footage”. Usually there is no talking or nothing of importance, but they are quite good for either transitions or comic relief. I LOVE B-ROLL FOOTAGE and JK uses it so well. I believe that b-rolls fit JK so well because of his personality, he tends to space out so often that, in the filmmaking context, this type of footage offers a way to show this dimension of his personality, for example, himself goofing off in the b-roll is perhaps what he does in his head when he is spacing out in real life.

Traditional filming - This is your typical main subject being filmed by a camera-person. As there seem to be two different angles during this type of shot, there were at least 2 different people filming him I will not go deep into the type of camera/s that were you as this is not that kind of post.

Establishing shots - This are shots that make the viewer know where and when something is happening, and they are extremely important in film-making, but not really in vlogging as the title of the vlog already tells you where and sometimes when, if not you’ll find out in the dialog you are, but it is exactly this kind of touch that makes his work feel very cinematographic.

All the aforementioned, are characteristics that I am expecting to see in their travel blog and I am soooooo much looking forward to check our the whole crew, if by any chance we get a roll end credit scene 🥹 to be honest, going back to video 1, since they were in each known location for more than a day, they could make at least 2 self-sufficient vlogs but hey ….

JK surely came a long way from GCF in Tokyo, didn’t he? And even though he hasn’t produced a GCF with the same colours ever since, there was something that was:

To me, filming is the art of skilfully deceiving, while willfully being deceived, during a specific amount of time, after which we all go back to our realities unharmed or “not”, depending on the depth of the film.

Films are like magic.

But what is filming for JK? To be veeeeery honest with you, the person who has a future in acting amongst the Tannies is Kim Taehyung, yet, the two people who can for sure act, on the silver-screen, are Kim Seokjin and Kim Taehyung … so why do I feel like Tae is the only only that has a future in this field? Because Tae can live for and with it. Just knowing how to act is not enough, you have to want to be an actor, for real-real. You know how Hobi breathes dancing? Tae breathes out imaginary characters in a similar way, reason why I can see him having a very prolific career as an actor as well.

Now ... why do I bring this up?

If JK just wanted to become a movie director alongside being the amazing musician he is, he’s had the perfect subject/s to do so. So why has he been so fixated with filming JM? JM is not the type of subject you can use for a long film, sure, he likes to act with his friends, but I don't think that cinema glory is one of his objectives in life I may be very wrong. He can perform/dance like hell crazy for the camera, HANDS FUCKING DOWN, but, once again, serious silver-screen acting isn’t what he wants. So, once again, given a choice of Tae and Jin;

Why JM?

TIME FOR TIN HATS Y’ALL HURRY 👏🏾 HURRY👏🏾 HURRY! 📢

I, Marengo, think that JK had always intended to make GCF in Tokyo as merely a video to preserve the happy memories, during a hard moment in their lives, which they spent together. This video-gift was specifically intended, for JM, in the style that JM mostly appreciated at the time, which might have happened to be YT vlogs. While editing his video, JK perhaps realised that it might have been a bit on the nose, so he added establishing b-roll shots of Tokyo, thinking it might have been enough to divert the attention from JM; but unfortunately failed. For a few reasons, but mainly, the lack of any spoken words in my opinion.

The thing is that for the purposes of what i think his objective was, words were absolutely not needed. “Look! See how happy you were here! It doesn’t matter how shit things are, we can still be happy; You can still be happy!” In the same way, with Life Goes On he wanted us to see their changed everyday life of the time, the sadness, melancholy and hope they all felt. Words were not needed, and this is the type of filming which is closest to the inner colours of Jeon Jungkook. JK is not the best with words, so I believe that he found in filmmaking a form of expressing himself in a more effective way.

HOWEVER, as we all know, even though Life Goes On was well received, GCF in Tokyo’s main critique was “Where is tokyo? All I see is JM”. Yet, his main purpose wasn’t Tokyo, the shots, the song, the editing, clearly indicated that. Nevertheless, if at the time, JM was indeed his queer interest as I don’t believe they were going steady at the time, he wasn’t going to jump out gun blazing to defend his choice; was he now? No, he left us to believe that he was gonna get better, and next thing he did was add more members and better establishing shots, but never forget; gcf in Tokyo is still there and still something he remembers fondly.

Now as for the title of this post 😂😂😂. Be it straight, queer, interrational or whatever, there is one thing that most of couple YT channels have in common:

Their channel name is either a union of their name or there is and &/and to join siad names. When JM was pretending to have a channel with JK during this live → VMINKOOK LIVE he named their channel MinKook, because he was Min and he was Kook so, MinKook and let’s forget for a second that this actually resulted to be a very funny korean pun. I honestly do believe that if you are a platonic duo on YT you will very rarely use your name with your friends name as it seems like it is a universal YT truth that “” & “” channels are couple channels. So if anything, if JM was talking out of subconscious, he maybe had been watching a lot of YT couple channels, at the time, and thought it okay for them to have a channel name that matched the same energy? …

🤡🤡🤡

So my question is: will the channel be named something akin to that couple vibe RISKY AF, WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT?? Or will it be something more like the Busan Brothers name that they are often given … HELLA SAFE, MAKES A LOT OF SENSE? I guess only time will tell!

Ok then, hats off! Let's go back to reality, where we can happily keep waiting for this blasted travel vlog LOL.

Always respectfully yours 💜🫰🏾,

Marengo.

#Youtube #Marengo's Silver World #Jikook #Jikook Travel Vlog

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verdemoth · 9 months

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Mariner, Odyssey’s cousin and formerly a member of EEG’s field team. Xe retired a few years ago, citing health issues. Xe is secretly plagued by the Visions, which xe didn’t realize were warnings until it was too late to do anything about them.

-> Mariner has yet to figure out what xe wants to do in xer retirement. Xe’s got the rest of xer life to work on it but like. Xe feels like xe should have an idea by now. Xe’s tried to pick up some hobbies, but nothing really clicked. Pottery is the one that’s stuck around the longest.

-> Interest in the work and relation to Odyssey is what initially drew Mariner to the team all those years ago, though xe was never as invested as xer cousin. In truth, xer passion for the job had begun to fade a decade prior to xer retirement, and the novelty of adventure soon wore out as xer chronic pain grew harder to ignore. Xe stayed as long as xe did to connect with Odyssey, and because xe’d already spent so much of xer life on this career choice and felt xe’d already missed xer chance to do something different now. Thinking xer mental health had suddenly taken a steep decline after a particular expedition is what finally gave xem the push to resign.

-> Xe doesn’t really have friends in retirement. Xe has acquaintances, and there’s people xe’s friendly with, but xe was never very good at forming new relationships outside of obligations like work and family. And xe spent a lot of years developing bonds with only one group of people, so it’s strange to be removed from that now. Xe was especially close with Odyssey, though their relationship is now on the rocks. Mariner doesn’t really try to get into contact with xer old friends, feeling awkward about having left (and the dreadful realization that what xe thought were hallucinations were actually a real threat/warning and xe has told nobody else about this and explaining gets harder the longer xe keeps the secret)

-> On one otherwise routine mission into the Otherworld, late into the project but before the Storm, Mariner encountered something alone. Xe hadn’t travelled far from the rest of the team, xe’s fairly sure, but suddenly xe felt a world away and something unknowable was there with xem. It could have been acting out of benevolence or malice or some secret third thing, but all the same, it struck Mariner with an overwhelming bundle of visions and senses beyond understanding that seemed to tear apart xer mind to fit, and brought xem to xer knees. Then it left Mariner abruptly, struggling to comprehend the experience and reassemble xemself.

-> Having some kind of mental break isn’t out of the question when you’re dealing with another world that seems hostile to the rules of your reality, so Mariner managed to convince xemself that’s all that had happened. Mostly. Xe’d hallucinated it, proof that prolonged exposure to this rift had worn xer mind thin (which. also may be true at the same time). Though very shaken, xe did not tell xer teammates the details of what had happened.

-> Xe went through the motions for a while longer, business as usual, though xe remained quietly bothered. Coming back into the standard plane of reality after the expedition didn’t resolve the problem. Instead, xer premonitions got worse. Xer dreams and waking moments alike were filled with portents of catastrophe and strife; xe grew used to panic attacks, but if the visions held any meaning xe couldn’t determine what. Xe held out for a few months before abruptly announcing xer retirement for the reasons of deteriorating health. Xe tried to convince Odyssey to join xem in retirement. Odyssey, though, was all but married to the job, and would never leave while Tune was still involved, and Tune was perhaps even more committed.

-> Mariner really tried to enjoy a peaceful retirement, but the sense of dread and the flashes of tragedy still would not cease. And still, xe could not parse any meaning. At least, not until xe received news of the disaster that had befallen the EEG some months later, and xe finally understood what xer curse had been warning xem about. Now, with the benefit of hindsight, xe could unscramble what the message had been.

-> Emboldened by fear and the knowledge that it was warranted, Mariner tried again to make Odyssey quit. It was far too soon after Tune’s presumed death, and Mariner wouldn’t speak of xer premonitions, feeling too much shame to admit xe could have done something. This did not go over well at all, and the resulting argument was a massive blow to their relationship.

-> They weren’t on speaking terms for a while, but with time and distance they have recovered Some of their relationship. They don’t talk about it. Both are far too stubborn to make apologies, so bringing it up would only cause more arguments. There’s still tension between them, but they can manage a casual conversation every now and then, checking in on each other occasionally.

-> Mariner still has xer precognitions. The visions are still not clear, but xe has some understanding of what xe’s dealing with now and can decipher a few points. It’s not over. Something terrible approaches again, and something is very very wrong with Spirit.

#image #alt text #my art #my characters #char: mariner #set: eeg #flight rising #flight rising art #xe’s named after the space probe Mariner 4 #the first successful fly-by of Mars. produced the first close-range images of the planet #very cool #the team who worked on that mission were too excited to wait for the image to come though #so they used the data as a paint by number basically #look up the hand coloured first image of mars #i just think that’s delightful

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musicloverxoxo7 · 8 months

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BTS Halloween party – king and queen

Non-idol!Namjoon x fem!reader

Summary: At the party, Namjoon makes you feel hot. He walks you home, thinking you are unwell. Will you take the chance and finally jump him?

Themes/warnings: smut with a bit of plot at the beginning, alcohol, unprotected sex, nipple play, fingering, handjob, friends to lovers

Wordcount: ca. 1.9k

Disclaimer: 18+, DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18

I do not own BTS. They merely inspire me. None of this is related to their persons in real life.

Since you helped put together the party’s snacks, you’ve been there for a while when the first guests start arriving.

Taehyung, tonight’s host, lets in and greets the first few himself. Until he gets so busy hosting and chatting, that someone else has to take over.

You watch, leaning in against the kitchen doorframe. Yoongi mixed you your favorite mocktail earlier already. He’s a good friend.

You’re about to return to the kitchen and rearrange the decorations when you spot Namjoon. He sticks out on a daily basis. But today, with a golden crown atop his dark hair and dressed as a king, your knees feel weak.

Quickly, you walk into the kitchen and sit down on one of the chairs. This should not be happening. You feel a bit too warm and have to brush a bead of sweat away from your chest. You should not be lusting after one of your oldest friends. Except, that it is much more than lust.

You press your forehead against the cool glass of your drink. Thank goodness Yoongi was generous with the ice cubes, as usual.

“Hey, y/n.”

You almost drop your glass.

“Hi, Namjoon.”

You lower the glass and look at him. Instead of hovering over the snacks, which would be the normal things for him to do, he has stopped in front of you.

“Are you okay? You look a bit hot.”

“Oh, it’s just the dress. I’ve been working in the kitchen for a while.”

“You did the snack bar again?” He sounds excited like a kid on Christmas.

“Yes.”

His smile vanishes again as his eyes return to your red cheeks.

“Maybe a multi-layered princess dress was not the best option for a party inside.”

Namjoon looks you up and down. His eyes follow another bead of sweat that runs down your chest and disappears between your boobs. As he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobs.

You can’t meet his eyes. No way. This will end horribly if you do.

You put aside your drink and get up. Except that you have miscalculated how close he is. Your chest touches his. You open your mouth and close it again, feeling stupid.

You have to meet his eyes. His pupils are nearly double their normal size. His lips are slightly parted. Now you feel hot and cold at the same time.

You barely register that his hands have gone to your sides, making sure you stay upright in case you don’t feel well.

“I’m fine. Really.”

“Did you drive or walk here?”

“My sister dropped me off. She has the car tonight.”

“I’ll walk you home. I think you might be coming down with the flu or something.”

The Namjoon flu, if anything. You find yourself nodding, even though you shouldn’t. You’re perfectly healthy. The reason for your near fever is standing right in front of you.

“Then, let’s go.”

Five minutes later you’re out on the sidewalk, heading towards your apartment complex.

“If you feel dizzy, just hold onto me.”

“Alright.”

Except that now, out in the cool October air, you feel fine. Certain parts of you might still feel a bit warm and tingly when you look at king Namjoon, but your mind is clearer again.

“How is your sister doing?”

“Very well. She got promoted recently and now gets to travel around a lot more. That’s what she’s doing right now. She’s at a conference all weekend.”

“That sounds like fun.”

“For her it is.”

“So you have the apartment to yourself all weekend? How does that feel?”

“Good and bad. I like her presence, mostly. But sometimes, this kind of separation is very, very welcome.”

“I hear you. I have a sister too, after all.”

You casually chat about family for the remaining ten minutes until you reach the apartment building.

Namjoon accompanies you to your apartment, up on the third floor. You unlock and open the door. The smell of the vanilla cookies you baked in the afternoon encases both of you.

“You baked?”

“Yes. I usually do so on the weekend.”

You know that you’re playing with fire, but you proceed anyways. You take Namjoon’s hand and pull him inside the apartment with you.

“Have a cookie. Or two. That’s the least I can do for you walking me back here.”

“You know that was not meant to be transactional.”

“I do. See it as a well-deserved reward, then.”

Namjoon closes the door behind himself.

“Okay. I really, really like your cookies.”

You let go of Namjoon and slide out of your shoes. He does the same, takes off his crown and then follows you into the kitchen. You put the container full of cookies on the kitchen table and gesture him towards it.

Namjoon goes through a cookie before even sitting down.

In the meantime, you take your hair down and undo the complicated braids you’d put into it earlier. Your scalp tingles from how good it feels.

“Could you help me open the dress? I’d like to change.”

“Of course.”

Namjoon jumps up and brushes crumbs off his hands. He’s probably had half a dozen cookies by now and you’re happy he’s enjoying them so much.

Gently, Namjoon brushes aside your hair.

“How do I open this?”

“It’s a lace up corset. Open the little bow and then slowly loosen the corset all the way.”

He does just that, this fingers surprisingly quick and nimble.

“Does it hurt, being in a corset?”

“No. I mean, if one made it too tight, it might. But when it’s done the right way, it’s fine.”

“Your hair smells like vanilla too.”

“That happens when I’m baking.”

Namjoon inhales deeply at your neck. It tickles and you giggle.

“I think I can’t open it further without it sliding off you.”

You turn your head, now serious again. He’s looking at your lips.

“Please open it a little further. I can’t get out completely like this.”

“Y/n…”

“Please?”

Namjoon sighs. You turn back around. His lips land softly on your neck as his fingers keep widening the corset strings.

His lips leave your neck again.

“Please, don’t stop.”

You can feel his hesitation. You catch his hands and guide them to your front, running them up and down your torso and chest. His breathing against your ear is much faster now, a little ragged. Even through the layers of clothing you can feel him react.

The corset is loose enough that Namjoon can slide his hand into it and run his thumb over your nipple. You arch into him. He covers your neck with sloppy kisses.

You shimmy out of the dress and stand there in only your panties.

Namjoon runs one hand down your stomach, exploring your body.

“Your skin feels like peaches. So soft.”

Which reminds you of all the summers you have watched him devour peaches, their juice dripping down his chin.

“More”, you breathe.

His hand disappears into your panties. It only takes him a moment to find your clit. He taps it in a way that makes you legs turn into jelly.

You cling onto his arm for support, gasping as the heat grows in your lower belly.

“If you want anything ever, you tell me.”

“Keep going. Just like that.”

So he does. And keeps on doing so until the release of an orgasm makes you go limp. Namjoon holds you upright.

“Y/n?”

“Mh?”

“I have been in love with you for a long time. Is there a chance you reciprocate these feelings?”

“Same. My sister keeps threatening me that if I don’t tell you, she’ll tell you herself.”

“So, does that mean… We could date?”

“Yeah. I’m free tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow night it is.”

“But, Namjoon.”

You slowly turn, stepping out of your dress. Now you are face to face with him. Well, almost, since he is taller than you.

“I want you inside of me tonight. I can’t wait until tomorrow.”

To underline your intentions, you reach for the bulge in his slacks. His dick feels huge through the fabric. You know that even in your already relaxed state it will take some adjusting.

Namjoon’s lips part in a sigh as you run your hand up and down his length. He looks beautiful like that. You lean forward and kiss him. He kisses you back gently, but it’s clear that his focus is elsewhere.

You draw back.

“Two options. Either you undress yourself and I keep doing that or I undress you and stop.”

“Number one.”

Namjoon tosses off his coat, unbuttons his shirt and throws it onto the growing heap. You have to stop for a moment so he can open his pants and step out of them, but when he comes back in for a kiss, you dip your hand into his underwear and rub over the smooth skin. He moans into the kiss. The sounds he makes turn you on even more.

You walk him backwards until his ass hits the kitchen table. Namjoon breaks the kiss this time.

“Here?”

“Yes, and right now. We can spend the rest of the night in bed.”

You bend yourself over the kitchen table, glad for once that it is so big and sturdy, and stick your butt up in the air.

“Please, Namjoon. I feel so empty.”

“Anything, honey. Anything for you.”

You feel his girthy head press against your entrance. He can only slide halfway in, because you are a little tight.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. Just maybe not relaxed enough to take all of you. You’re big.”

“We’ll take our time.”

His hand moves to your clit and he draws tiny circles on it. It takes a bit, but he can finally slide in smoothly as you squirm, on the edge of another orgasm.

“Namjoon. Please.”

You don’t know what exactly you are begging for, but he keeps playing with your clit, pushing in and out slowly until you arch your back, squeezing him so much that he has to stop moving.

Once you come down from your high, you slump onto the table.

“Mh, Namjoon. Please, start moving again. I want to feel you in me without my brain being on standby.”

Namjoon chuckles, resuming the slow, steady thrusts.

You enjoy this position. He hits all the right spots, making your body feel warm and tight with pleasure.

Quite soon, Namjoon’s thrusts become more erratic, sloppier. He folds over you, his chest against your back, mumbling nonsense until his hips still.

After a few shaky breaths, his heartbeat, which you can feel against your back, slowly returns to normal. And so does his brain.

He kisses your cheek before slowly pulling out of you. You can feel his cum trickle down the inside of your thighs. With him gone, your back feels a bit chilly.

“Were you serious when you said all night?”

“Yes.”

“Then I think we should shower next. Or perhaps cuddle, test out your bed and then shower?”

“I like option two.”

You straighten up and turn around to him. His cheeks are flushed, his hair is a mess, and he has never looked more beautiful to you.

You hug him tightly. Namjoon hugs you back without hesitation, his strength and warmth enveloping you.

“I really, really, really like you, Namjoon.”

“I really, really, really like you too, y/n.”

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stevenbasic · 3 months

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Growing into the Job, Post 391: Cat n Mouse, p2

“You’re wondering about me, about what’s happening. You were snooping because you’re curious, you’re nervous and scared. It’s okay, sweetie, I understand. I haven’t told you as much as I should about myself. A good girlfriend would, do that right? Well, I didn’t because I was a little, like…embarrassed. I was a little nervous about how you’d react, if you knew too much about me. I thought that you maybe wouldn’t like me anymore if you knew more about my past, how I grew up, how I got this way.”

“N-no Melissa…I w-want to know.” he stammered, “I want to know…you.”

That brought her a smile. She looked at him.

He sat there, on the counter, his 6’8” girlfriend's hands planted to either side of his hips. He’d just been caught, found in his hiding place. Melissa had been worked up, aggressive…she could get that way, he knew, and sometimes it got scary. Especially when she was so fresh and massively pumped-up from her weightlifting, her earlier workout. She was intense, but as soon as she sat him down her mood had changed, like it tended to do, on a razor-edged dime. Right now she seemed earnest, still really energized but sincere.

Jay, though, looked terrible. His face had gone ashen, and his stomach was in knots. Melissa knew all this of course, and she knew exactly what he needed.

“Here baby, hold this,” she said, offering him her bra and placing one of its huge, white, underwire cups over his nose and mouth. It dwarfed him, it dwarfed his face, and it could have easily covered his whole head. Immediately, though, his first breath began to make him feel better. Relief flowed through him as he was reacquainted with the scent of her skin. She could have released her perfumes to ease him, but this was haha better at the moment. I wanna make you know what you need.

From behind his bra-mask, he took nicely deep breaths as he looked sheepishly up at her, He tried his best not to look too embarrassed, but that was hard to do.

Satisfied, she smiled. “Feeling better? Good. Okay anyway, well, I guess I’ll keep going.”

Wordlessly, he nodded.

“You know it, right?. I’ve been able to do things, always, things other people couldn’t, even as a young girl. My mom knew about it. My sister is actually the same way, kinda, but different. I know you’ve seen it, or at least you’ve started to. Like how I grow quicker than other people, or how I get stronger and, whatever, faster and taller? My body does what it needs to, really really well.”

He looks confused. That’s normal.

“We didn’t have a lot of money, growing up, when I was young,” she continued, “my mom put everything she had into her, like, work I guess - but we traveled around a lot.” As she spoke, she made sure to position herself in just the right way to keep her big boobs bulging right in front of his face. Despite how enormously jacked she looked right now, she knew her breasts were still soft and hugely comforting to him. Staring at them made him feel better, just like that huge bra-cup covering his face.

“Me and my sister lived in a bunch of different places, so my mom could do her studies. West Coast, East Coast, Japan, Kentucky. She also started showing me off, as I started to get older, when I started to…develop. When my body became, like, perfect. I got tall, strong. I got pretty. I never got sick. She brought me around the world to show me to…people. People and businesses with a lot of money. She was trying to…I dunno…see what she could get. Finally we ended up here, hooked up with Evolution, and finally I ended up with…you.”

Melissa was trying her best to be honest, mostly telling him what she thought she could. What she wasn’t telling him was…well, a lot. She wasn’t telling him that, after years of being groomed and grown by the people around her, this was her first real ‘mission’. This was the first time they actually asked her to do anything real instead of just studying and testing her. They normally just wanted what was inside her, like her…whatever. DNA.

This had all become so much more than an ‘assignment’ to her though. This had become her new life. He had become her new life. This little man, breathing her ‘perfumes’ from her used bra, sucking on it for air like his life depended on it. This was the love of her life, her everything.

“You see…” Melissa’s voice grew quiet as her gaze shifted to the floor, down and away. For the moment, she looked uncharacteristically vulnerable. “...I never really got the chance to have someone, or make real attachments. I was always told not to, and that I shouldn’t. That I had much more important things I had to be doing. I needed to be training. I needed to be taught. I needed to be studied.”

He could hear it. As confusing as this was to him, it was hard for her, too. She’d never felt like this before, either.

“But now, as weirdly as it started, I have you.” There was a palpable frustration and desperation in her voice, but with Jay there she realized: really, she’d only been living a half-life, part of her had been asleep. He had woken her up.

She looked down at him, and the powerful emotions that warmed her insides doubled, then doubled again in a rising tide, a swelling wave. At the same time an intensely manic glee returned to her speech, speeding it up as she looked down at the object of her affection. “And I love you! I love you so much. I never knew I could feel this way about a person, a guy. I was always told men were, like, less. Less than human. Not worthy of our time or emotions, that we were superior. But being with you had taught me a lot. You’ve taught me a lot, and now I don’t care what they say! They don’t get to decide what happens between, like, you and me.”

“W-who? W-what??”Jay asked, his voice muffled by her bra. He was, of course, confused and bewildered - and he wasn’t even getting the whole crazy story. Even with the most unbelievable parts left out - her position as an asset for the Movement, to say nothing of the witchery, the origins of she and her sister, or who her mother actually was - he was incredulous. ”Wait, wait, wait. Who’s t-telling you wh-??”

“My mom, and my doctors mostly, their bosses. People who want to study me, or use me. People who I’m starting to figure out don’t really care about me, they just care about what I can do. What I’m made up of.”

What the hell does she mean?? This is so weird!

“But I’m getting kinda fed up. I love you, and I want to be your girlfriend. I want to protect you from all these people that want to hurt you or take you, or study you. So, if that means getting bigger and stronger and more powerful than - oh god, sweetie - I want to get enormous. If that’s what it takes to keep you safe I want to be twenty feet tall. I want to be able to break down buildings and be your Momazon giant she-hulk girlfriend! I want to keep developing, keep growing, keep growing my body and all these things I can do and be your superhero, your…omigod…whatever you need.”

It was happening, again. He could see it in her eyes, again. She was getting worked up, again. There was a manic energy building in her. His nervous fear and crippling arousal, though they’d never really left, started to redouble themselves - again.

She reached out, stroked the side of his head, fighting back the urge to grab his skull.

Looking at him like this, watching him needily breathe from her bra cup, just manifested in her how dependent he was getting. His eyes were a puppy dog’s, and, gah, he was just so fucking adorable. She loved it. She loved him. She wanted to protect him. “I just feel all these people, all these, like, forces outside, trying to get to you, trying to take you from me. And it makes me so mad. Like…like…these lawyers. When I first saw them, in my place, in my office…nnngh oh my god.”

Her place? Her office? At this point, his mind was reeling. His attempts to find out what was going on just seemed to bring up even more questions and he could feel himself gradually retreating into denial, acceptance, and eventually acquiescence to all these powers around him that were beyond his comprehension. In her presence now, assaulted by her beauty and breathing in the scent of her from her used clothing, he’d completely lost himself. Lost in a fog, He forgot why his nausea had come, and why it had suddenly gone. He forgot about his shrinking, and why he could no longer swim or drive or tie his shoes. It was all gone. He was focused, once again, entirely on her. And he wanted to hear more, more of what she could do.

”Wh-what were you going to d-do to them?” he asked, his voice shaking in arousal as she saw him twitch, “To the lawyers that were trying to…stop us?”

She smiled, hearing him use the word ‘us’. He didn’t even really know what he was saying, but she liked the sound. “What did I want to do? When they burst into the office?” she asked, still using one hand to stroke a gentle finger down the side of his quivering face, petting him. Her other hand still held her weight on the counter. When I heard that they wanted to take you away,” she said, her voice even and chillingly tender, “I wanted to kill them. I wanted to punch my hand into their chests and rip out their hearts. I wanted to break every bone in their bodies, arms, legs, skulls, and tear their heads off.”

Jay flinched under her touch. The violence she described, the way she described it - such detail, with such casual confidence - it shocked him. This was his girlfriend. It was terrifying, but also strangely arousing and he groaned, his loins surging as he pictured it, the scene, the physical power she had, the grisly demonstration of her obviously immense strength. It seemed so surreal, but in the dark parts of himself he knew it was possible, what she could do to another human being. There were parts, darker still, that wished he could see it. He wanted to see how strong she really was. “Y-you would…oh god…you would do that? To p-p-protect me?”

”Omigod baby I would do anything to protect you,” her breath hot and sultry as she, put her weight back on both hands and leaned in closer inches from his face. Her big chest was beginning to heave in her out-matched white tank top as she sensed his growing arousal. He likes this. “I would fucking rip them to shreds.” Describing this to him was turning him on, she realized. He likes thisss he doessss. He likes the real me hahaha. In a manic flourish of raven waves, she let her hair down, throwing more caution to the wind. If he likes it so much why hold back?

She let her voice deepen. “Oh, but I'm not gonna stop there. To protect you. I want you - nnngh, oh god - as close to me as possible. And, I wanna keep you there.” Her heart had begun to beat hard, powerfully. “I feel like I want you against me, against my skin, always, actually inside me, in the safest place possible.”

She saw how the deepening of her voice, its power, made him quiver. She knew she needed to try to control her urges, because they were strong, they were beasts, mastodons, giant she-mammoths inside her. They wanted to overwhelm him with their size, they wanted to smother him under their weight. For a moment she collected herself, puffing up her cheeks, then exhaled.

<whoooooooossssh…>

The poor little man almost fell backwards. Her breath - omigod my breathhh - it blew him backwards. He needed to catch himself with his hands behind himself, on the counter. He’d dropped her bra; it now draped down dangling over and between his legs.

She groaned, her eyes fluttering when she saw him faltering, recovering. Oh my god he’s so weak. Her pheromones came from her skin, unbidden, instinctively.

“wh-wh-what…” he stammered, “wh-what was th-that..?!?”

“Hold on honey,” she purred, her voice deepening yet another octave as she saw another opportunity to show him his place. “I’ll show you.” She drew in a deep breath, pursed her lips, and once again blew.

This time, it was stronger, like being in a wind tunnel with gales scented of mint and honey. And with it he moved, he slid back on his butt nearly two feet across the slick granite of the kitchen island under him, nearing the far edge. His eyes went wide and the power of her breath began to falter as it broke down into laughter. Mad giggles erupted from her as she reached out and had to catch him by the ankles before he fell off the other edge of the counter. She’d just pushed him back with her breath, with the power of her lungs, and it made her giddy with laughter.

“Oh my god,” he managed, in his amazement, his eyes wide, “M-Melissa…how strong are you?!?" His voice was a mix of awe and intimidation, and it fueled her.

She smirked at his disbelief, her laughter cut as a sharp thrill of dominance coursed through her veins. Her eyes were locked on his, and with a gleam to her eyes that nearly made him whelp, she answered him. “I’m very. Fucking. Strong. I think I could blow you through the wall if I wanted.”

He was sitting still on the counter, but now his legs were splayed out in front of him, outstretched. Her bra lay across his lap, and, as he looked at her, he couldn't help but spread his thighs, slowly, timidly, further apart. He showed her its straining, tenting the leg of his slacks begging to be set free. He showed her his painfully trapped erection.

“Oh, Jay, oh my god,” she breathed seeing his member throbbing in his slacks, seeing the empty white bra so close to it, “look at you. Look at how excited you are. Do you like this? Do you like when I show off strength? What I can do?”

“M-Melissa, p-please,” he peeped, pleading with her for…what? Was he asking her to stop, or did he want her help taking care of him? Was he trying to show her how uncomfortable she was making him, or did he want her to show him more?

The confusion on his face made her smile. The poor little thing was just so lost. He needed her to show him more. “Shhh, watch, sweetie,” she said, as she stood up straighter,

flexing and curling her arms up into a double-biceps pose over him. Her muscles, her enormous muscles that emerged like this after training, bulged and flexed like two footballs. Their strength made her physical superiority even more apparent. The sight made her tiny little boyfriend shake and gibber anew.

She now had visible lats flanking her chest, spreading to a cobra’s hood and exaggerating the V-shaped taper of her torso. The outline of her abdominal cavity beneath her tight-fitting top was apparent, with several inches of midriff and the bottom of her clearly defined six-pack visible. Her trunk and waist were ridiculously narrow in proportion to her chest and shoulders, but they were powerful with a lithe array of obliques. She had an impressive body, so tall, so perfect, and she wanted to show it off.

“Oh, sweetie,” she growled, allowing her upper body to relax for a moment before flexing again into an even more jaw-dropping display of her huge upper arms, “you look terrified. Why? Does it bother you, Jay? That I’m twice as strong as you? Haha, well, maybe a bit more than twice.” She flexed again; veins bulging from her biceps. “Ten times as strong as you? Maybe a hundred times as strong as you?” She flexed once more, and her biceps grew to mountains that would rival her father’s. “And every day I’m getting stronger and stronger. Every day I’m getting bigger and bigger.”

When she spoke, her voice growing deeper with each word, he could swear he felt the pressure waves produced by her mighty vocal cords, waves of sound flowing over him. He squinted against the force of it bombarding him, but he bathed in its energy. He groaned, and would have closed his eyes, but he needed to look upon her, up at her.

Melissa loved it, she loved seeing him succumbing to her power, submitting to it. She’d held back before, like she’d always done. People, when they saw what she could do, always became afraid, backed away from her when she came on too strongly. They couldn’t handle her, accept her, or meet her charge. But him? She could see it: he loved this. He loved her being big and strong. And he loves being my boyfriend.

“Sweetie, you should come to the gym with me sometime, and watch me get bigger,” she said, “I can show you how I do it, how I’m going to get so. Fucking. Huge.” At that she moaned, dropping her arms down to cross her wrists in front of herself, so she could flex the mighty muscles of her neck and shoulders in a crab pose. Her trapezius muscles swelled, growing upward into a pyramid around her long and otherwise graceful neck. She groaned again as she watched his eyes goggle at this new display of her massiveness. “So. Fucking…HUGE,” she finished with a near-roar, blowing his hair backwards.

She laughed.

He quivered.

He trembled in front of her, and watched as she now began to lean over, above him. He could see individual muscles rippling in her shoulders and chest as she struggled to hold back a new wave of manic, unhinged laughter. She picked the discarded bra up off his lap, and dropped it on the counter beside them. Thick veins snaked across her arms and shoulders drawing his eyes down to her powerful chest.

”M-Melissa..?” he asked, not knowing what she was about to do.

“Shh, shhhh Jay,” she growled, thunder rumbling deep within her chest before warping into the sing-song voice of a fairytale princess, ”Jay, Jay, Jayyyy…you are so good for me, so so good for me…” Her mind was racing, becoming determined as she began casually taking off his shoes. “All I think about now is building muscles and fucking you with them.”

“Wh-what…?” he sputtered, “M-M-Melis-“

“Growing bigger, and holding you, and caring for you, and overwhelming you,” she continued, as she pulled off his socks - first one, then two - and dropped them on the floor, “I want to overwhelm you Jay, I want to become more than you could ever handle. I want to become so big that I’m like your whole world.”

His mind was racing, both scrambling for a way to calm her down and eagerly anticipating what she might do next. She’d already set to unbuttoning his shirt, undoing button after button with a frenetic fervor.“M-Melissa, y-you know you’re the most import-“

If she could hear him, he couldn’t tell.

”You’re getting smaller, Jay,” she interrupted, having finished the last button, “Littler and weaker.” She opened his shirt wide and, after a moment of impatient consideration, ripped it in two, pulling both sides off his shoulders. “You need a big woman like me to protect you.”

urk..!

She eyed his body, the hollow thinness of his chest, the meagerness of his now-bare arms. Fucking amazing. Compared to her own female brawn - which she loomed above him menacingly now - he was a twerp, a weakling. Incredible.

She’d always known, even as a girl, that she was basically physically perfect, usually the strongest, fittest person in the room. It was just her reality, that she had physical advantages over others that just grew from year to year. It was, like, natural - well, haha, not completely natural. It was just the way things were. But here, now? Compared to him? It was…nnngh. She made him look like a bug. A tiny little bug. And she loved it.

And what does he think he’s doing now, this little bug of mine?

As she’d ruminated, he’d started to struggle. She’d pushed him down with one hand to the chest. She had him pinned, with his bare back to the granite countertop, and he’d been half-heartedly trying to stop her from undressing him. She’d worked his belt loose already, and was set to task on his fly.

He seemed to have only half his wits about him, and grabbed at her arm, trying to get it off him. His efforts, though, seemed half-hearted. He was pushing hard, sure, as hard as he could, though to her it felt like the struggles of a small child. He was obviously so helpless against her, and it was as if he wanted to test that. He wanted this, she knew. He wanted to be helpless as a child for her, and that started getting her even more excited.

“Yeah, I like that,” she said, fingers still fumbling on the fly of his dress pants, “Try to fight off my big arm, little man. I’ll show you how weak you are compared to me.” She cocked her head as he grunted and groaned, trying to dislodge the hand which she had pushed harder into his chest. He was using all he could, but she wasn’t going anywhere. She knew he couldn’t do anything, just from watching him. Maybe once he was a strong enough guy, or maybe he wasn’t. Maybe he was always weak like this. But now he’s no match for even one of my arms. Though, to be fair, not too many people are.

“You can fight it, but you can’t win,” she said. Her voice was preternaturally calm, but her lady-parts were all worked up and juicy. Sex is coming omigod sex is coming I’m going to fuck him so good. They were going to do it her way, her way, her way. She would show him, show him how things were going to be.

The way they needed to be at work? In the outside world? Him, supposedly her boss? Fuck it. Here, alone, this is how it really is. The two of them could be themselves. She could be herself. She had so much she wanted to show him. It’s time to fuck some sense into him and show him how the world’s gonna work.

She took a nice long look at her wimpy little boyfriend as he pathetically pulled at her arm and looked up at her with his needy little face. With her eyes fixed on his, she tore his pants right off…

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Thanks oodles to RiF for editing and help with the copy.

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freyjas-musings · 3 months

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I think its come to a point where I have to clarify a few things.

To start with , to everyone who reached out , thank you I am doing ok, I am just busy, I have a lot of work related travel in the next two weeks and I am preparing for my deadlines and dealing with real life . I promise I am fine.

As far as people who have doxxed me and have put my username on display subjecting me to bullying and harassment, the irony of the entire thing is not lost to me .

The fact that Elriels accused me of threatening to subject someone to harassment, when I specifically did not mention any username or individual .... while simultaneously displaying my username not only on several public FB groups which I have SS of, but also in several posts on both Tumblr and Twitter is baffling . Don't they see that they literally did what they accused me of "wanting" to do?

Who is the only one who is being subject to harassment and bullying ? Me and somehow I am the person who is in the wrong here ?

Now , coming to the part of character assassination, this isn't about fictional characters or books anymore , these people have written horrible things about me as a person ... twisted something I said on a post which most certainly wasn't said in a serious manner its dumb to think it was ( How would someone force someone to write an English exam ? The entire thing was exaggerated and ridiculous) and have called me different things varying from a Psychotic bitch to a creepy person aka defamation thereby posing a threat to my emotional and mental well-being.

I have been in this fandom long enough and I have interacted with enough people that it should atleast give most people that I have interacted with a general idea of what I really am like.

I have mostly kept well away from Elriels , I don't engage with them in any manner if I can avoid it and I have gone ahead and blocked as many of them and their tags. So , I clearly have no intention of interacting with them irrespective of whether they are decent people or not , I simply don't see the necessity and its not my preference. This is the reason most of my interactions usually revolve around Gwynriels and they are the only ones I usually address even in my posts.

I am a part of this fandom for myself and I commission art because I like the creative aspect of it and I love interacting and supporting artists. This much everybody knows about me.

The locus of my identity is internal to me and my circle of validation is a total sum of 2 people - My husband and my child.

So for anyone who thinks they can bully me into going away from the fandom by twisting things and saying mean things about me... you are really wrong.

I honestly wasn't feeling right about BB milking the ship war and preying on vulnerable people while also not lending their support to artists who are integral to the fandom... which is why , I literally stated 2 days back that I would be stepping back from the SJM fandom till we have news on the next book.

But .....

If this is the sort of shit people try to pull with me then it's not about BB anymore, My priority now is bullies in the fandom. My priority is people who thought they could manipulate my people against me.....

I HAVE A FEW WEEKS OF WORK THAT NEEDS MY FOCUS BUT COME APRIL 21ST .... I AM COMING BACK ... WITH MORE CONTENT , MORE COLLABS , MORE GWYNRIEL INITIATIVES AND BETTER STRATEGIES AND YES I WILL BE BOOSTING SEVERAL GWYNRIEL ART PIECES ....CRY ME A RIVER

This is to Gywnriels, I will totally respect it if you guys would like to unfollow me based on the propaganda that's been in action by the Elriels. But seeing I have gained 15 followers in the last 2 days I am going to assume you guys truly understand what I am as a person and for that I am thankful and incredibly grateful 🙏. If you guys see posts of people displaying my username please report both the post and the blogger.

Now , I would like to go back to work because irrespective of who Azriel gets to fuck in the next book ... my work is what is important... its what feeds me and pays my bills.

#gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #pro gwynriel #gwyn acosf #acotar #azriel shadowsinger #gwyn x azriel #azriel #post acosf #acosf theory #acotar fanart #fandom fuckery

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lesbianalanwake · 5 months

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so curious about what freya didn't tell saga and why. we know so little about freya and I doubt remedy will ever explore saga's family in a straightforward way, but she's also very much between at least two worlds in an intriguing way

I know Saga mentions off-hand that her mother told her the mind place was just imagination, but that's all I remember and I haven't had much time to play lately. Freya was obviously a loving mother, if her card and the knitted sweater and Saga's fondness for her are anything to go by, but we can pick up on some distance there that Saga noticed - if I'm remembering correctly, she comments on how Freya never spoke about her family and wonders that same thing, how her mother didn't tell her things.

if I had to guess, it was probably for the same reason that Mr. Door decides to play along with the story - to protect Saga. Freya didn't part from Tor and Odin on good terms, and I think the game states or implies that she had the same psychic abilities that Saga does (I have GOT to find time to finish NG+ and get details straight in my head, lol), so I'd assume she knew just how dangerous Cauldron Lake and the world of the paranatural is.

I can't remember if it's implied or if it's ambiguous, whether Mr. Door was already Something Else when he and Freya had their thing. no records of him, like Hatch in QB, but was Cauldron Lake the beginning of his woes or a step along the way? (Hatch has a mostly established reason for being the way he is, and I'm just going to work under the assumption that he is A Version of Mr. Door. I also need to finish Quantum Break for real, LOL.) but the idea that Freya got down to business with someone who was already Something Else, and that she may have been aware of that fact, is VERY interesting.

also thinking a lot about how Freya hides many things from Saga, and how Mr. Door has yet to reveal himself to her, and the similarities there.

ALSO curious to know how much the deer motif represents Mr. Door and how much it represents Freya. Mr. Door doesn't have much direct association with it that I can recall, except for Mr. Deer = Mr. Door (thanks, Remedy) and some graffiti in the Dark Place that depicts a deer head with lightning in its eyes, but we can infer a lot from the fact that it's Saga's motif and deer often symbolize spiritual transitions and travel (much like doors do). and for Freya, we can connect her to the mythological Freyja for many obvious reasons, but if we include the deer motif, then her twin Freyr can possibly be invoked too (for her? for Mr. Door?) - Freyr gave away his sword and was later forced to fight with a stag's antler (something that also dooms him to eventually die in Ragnarok). in Room 108 in the Elderwood Palace Lodge, unlocked by Saga interacting with all the deer heads, there are a couple of skeletal deer heads and a saw, with the implication that the saw is used for removing the antlers. and the deer head in Saga's mind place speaks with a feminine voice.

so,

#alan wake 2 #alan wake #saga anderson #freya anderson #warlin door #i'm gnawing at the bars of my enclosure. my need to know disease is TERMINAL #remedy posting #*posts

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hellsite-hall-of-fame · 1 year

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listen... listen. i'd love just as much as anybody to get to make a fool of myself in person with all my fellow fools, as opposed to making a collective fool of ourselves online. I just don't know if we have the brainpower to organize it. The first dashcon, as far as i know, was a logistical disaster. I know there's a spreadsheet side of tumblr, and... *shudder* a business side (I checked) but are they willing to help? are we willing to accept their help?

More issues to consider: With the cost of living and travel and the very decentralized tumblr userbase, on what continent would dashcon 2.0 be held? would there need to be online signups? payments? a website? who would create and oversee those things?

What if we tried to have a number of smaller cons for different regions? Only around 600 folks have answered 100% YES on your poll - How many users need to show up before we have folks from enough major communities to feel like a true tumblr party? How do we guarantee those numbers? What about major blogs? do we just hope they show up or pay them to sign autographs? is it a multi-day affair, like dashcon tried to be, or do we aim low?

There is so much that goes into an event like this- transit, trucking, storage, space, sign-ups, accounting, licensing, begging, scheduling, convincing, emailing, hiring, firing, decorating, ordering, packing... I haven't even gotten to the tip of the iceberg meme.

Do we hire planners and event companies, or are we too embarrassed to ask? How does everyone work around their day jobs and careers? Who is organizing dashcon 2.0, and what is their stake in it? How do we not repeat the mistakes of those who came before us?

Anyway, if you're gonna do it, I want to help. let's talk.

hmm alright I have thoughts

because I agree, I don’t know if we have the brainpower or money to organize it. my sincere hope with posting about a hypothetical dashcon has been that some super determined millionaire would be like “hey here- have this money and here’s a bunch of connections I have to people to help you organize this”…..so basically lots and lots of wishful thinking lmao.

while the business side of tumblr does seem terrifying, we might have to accept their help if they’re willing.

all of the logistics you mentioned are very very true things that I imagine the original dashcon creators didn’t fully take into account (or i’d assume as much based on the chaos that ensued lol)

as for location, yeahhh that’s the definite hard part. in my head, I keep seeing this as like a vidcon (which is terrible because it wouldn’t be as big but idk) which is held in California. but idk how feasible that is for the average Tumblr base. and that does definitely cut down the amount of people that would be able or willing to come so idk.

and I also imagine having like panels and possibly meet and greets or something with major blog owners, but idk if we’d just beg them to come or find a way to pay them.

As for the whole last paragraph- aaaaah I have absolutely no idea.

i’m definitely not going to spearhead organizing such an event (mostly because I don’t want my real name associated with it in case it goes to shit again lmaoo) but if someone else had more resources to do so, I would absolutely be willing to help.

and if anyone sees this and has conference-planning experience and wants to help make a bunch of wishful Tumblr users dreams come true…. please let me know and i’d love to help!

#this is such a well thought out ask though anon #sorry I don’t have more experience or confidence to create such an event #my dad might…. but i’m definitely NOT asking him lmao #so we must suffer I guess #hellsite hall of fame #ask #the hellsite answers #anonymous #dashcon #dashcon 2 #dashcon 2.0 #hellsite hall of fame curator’s bullshit

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fangbangerghoul · 4 months

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I was tagged by @silurisanguine to do an OC chart! I finally got to it!

Fandom: Starfield

Role: Spacefarer, Starborn.

BASICS

Full Name: Carmilla Imada

Nickname(s): Ghoul, just Ghoul

Pronouns: She/ they

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation and Titles: Imada's Blade, Mercenary, Argos, failed Chef, Starborn

Birthday & Age: 10/31, current age 28

Physical description: short, thick, and defined. Height at about 5' 2", muscles filled in with her thicker manner.

Clothing style: Loose but form fitting outfits. Olive drab greens, blacks, reds. Mostly covering her body and hiding her blades.

BACKGROUND

Orphaned at 8, her parents failed to pay a debt that landed them dead and her left on the streets of Neon City. She was eventually picked up by Masako Imada and 'adopted' (no real records were kept). She was trained from the age 10 till the time she left to 'handle' family business in the ways her 'caregiver' would request. (assassinations, intimidation, hacking, after a certain age bartering pleasure) She escaped after going on a rage (killing and destroying a business deal that would have greatly benefited the company) and tried to travel as far as she could with what limited funds she had. (She has had a large sum bounty on her head ever since) She used her skills to be undercover to get into a UC culinary school where she failed miserably before coming to the mining operation Argos. Most of her life after Ryujin Industries has been on the run and in hiding, until she runs into Constellation.

COMBAT & SKILLS

Preferred fighting style: Hand to hand combat, shadows, surprise attacks, and anything that allows her to use her brute force. (it's how she gets her anger out)

Favorite weapon(s): Daggers, her collection of blades she picks up.

Special skills: High stealth skills, high persuasion skills, high security skills. She also knows a lot about the insides of what goes on within the businesses of Neon Core.

RELATIONSHIPS

Family: Biological parents dead. Her 'adopted' mother only viewed her as a tool so there isn't much there.

Love interest: Love? Ghoul enjoys pleasure and doesn't allow people to get to close. However, she has found peace around several people for a limited time. (Delgado, Sam, honorable mentions; Valentine, Anton)

Best friends: Her first best friend was killed for being accused as a spy. Now the closest she has gotten is probably Andreja, Vladimir, and Mr. Valentine.

PERSONALITY

Positive traits: Aware, Intelligent, She got that dog in her

Negative traits: Stubborn. Impulsive. Apathetic in a lot of cases.

Likes: Crushing skulls, gouging eyes, also the thrill of the chase.

Dislikes: Government agencies, being forced into a box, being lectured

Fears: Being forced to return to Ryujin and work for her mother.

Guilty Pleasure: Children's plushies, she keeps a small collection of them within her captains locker to visit time and time again.

#starfield #starfield fanfiction #oc #oc art #starfield spacefarer #starfield oc #the coemancer crew #ghoul vibes only #fang writes

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…… it is consuming all of my brain function I barely have brain cells to rub together for ANYTHING ELSE RN IM SO SORRY ITS SO LONG

Marco and Sabo who aren't actually from conflicting organizations, they're from organizations that are partnered (whitebeard/revolutionaries) but they have this weird rivalry (mostly on Sabo's side tbh) bc Ace and Sabo grew up together but Ace didn't join the same organization bc Sabo disappeared similar to canon but they were reunited at some point and ace yapped his ear off about his partner marco

anyways the organizations both have someone in their eye (reader) and decide to work together to obtain the asset. however ace is trash at undercover work so they send sabo and marco together instead

reader works for croc maybe doing something similar to what robin used to do and kinda similar vibes to nami in a sense of owing croc a bunch of money they occasionally prowl the casino floor looking for dudes to 'rip off' to help pay the debt down

and oh look it's a pair of brothers talking about how their dad left them a bunch of money and they've never done this before time to get them drunk and clean them out ofc they'll only act drunk and you offer to escort them up to their room safely

then bam drugged and you're out cold and stuffed in a suitcase and they're out of there (but being followed oh nooo) and you wake up in a totally different hotel room and you try to fight them but trained spies so you basically just end up pinned like we're ready to make you a better deal than crocodile just calm down and you're like ???? wait you're not here to use me against crocodile??? i'm down I was only working for him bc I owed him money and his new business partner (doffy) gives me the creeps so what can you offer

and sabo is like what is this stockholm syndrome already and marco just shakes his head and sighs and they basically outline what the organizations are looking for/offer which is like 10x better than working for crocodile so you accept but oop yall are still being followed so spy shenandigans and little scuffles follow and you travel a lot trying to get back to their base

and it puts you all in very close proximity for some time often sharing hotel rooms and then one time the only room available is one bed and ofc then comes the bickering of who will sleep where with the guys planning on the floor and it's like come on we're all adults here it'll be fine (famous last words) and ofc yall wake up snuggled together and sabo is interally like wtfff that's the best I've slept probably ever

and yall have all been practically attached at the hip for safety so everyone is pent up and they both get some morning wood and its like this is wrong yall are brothers and they're like we're not real brothers?? and then you're like oh. well then.

fun times ensue and after it's a bit awkward like well what do we do now but then bam croc's men catch up so it's run away and not think about that time and there's a few more stops between then and getting back to safety and a few more fun times and then yall are seperated when you get back and it's like aw it's over but they start sneaking in to see you and it's like welp I guess this is a thing

and you see them together and seperate and while they see eachother in your company they see very little of eachother outside of it bc they're dealing with eachother for you except marco is very good at putting sabo under him and riling him up and it's always so hot to watch especially when marco orders sabo to do specific things to you

and yall have fun like that for awhile and then ofc there's some drama like maybe croc's men finally sneak in and snatch you up but you're like a beloved member of both organizations so they'll go to war for you and snatch you back and the boys are so happy to have you back they spend days showing you just how much

anyways brain is empty rn imma go to bed and maybe think about more or just more specific sexy times so sorry for the brain dump love you lots hope you enjoyed <3333

Okay - no but that was an awesome ride \o/

You’re in bad with Crocodile, and Doffy wants to “help”, but gods the strings attached to that offer are so bad you’d rather sleep with Croc honestly, but that’s not happening because your relationship with him is exceptionally negative in this story. (I imagine to the point of his cigars making you rankle.)

In come easy marks Sabo and Marco, and oh it’s fun and flirting as you ply these men with drinks and compliments. They even give you small gifts in exchange, tips whether they win big or not. The flirting becoming more heated as the drinks continue in.

Neither is really affected. Sabo’s tolerance is legendary, and Marco can’t even get drunk because of the Phoenix. At least not drinking so little. (He’d slammed a gallon or two once in frustration and had managed to feel drunk for minute or two.

Once the facade is dropped and things are explained (helluva hook you have there, Sabo admits, having taken a wild swing to the jaw), your on board. But you have concerns - your bullshit debt aside, you’re an asset to Croc, he doesn’t let go of assets.

Worry not, their bases are in the New World, and Croc’s connections are in Paradise. It’s going to be a long trip - island hopping down the grand line to reach the Red Line and safety. Weeks and months of staying under the radar and keeping close.

You’re the one to admit you don’t mind some stress relief as long as it doesn’t get weird. They’re brothers - oh wait they aren’t - okay but you’ll be coworkers of a sort, no mixing business and pleasure. We’re all adults here.

Your only concern is that these orgasms aren’t going to be outdone because it’s criminal how well these two work your body. You make it to the Red Line - feelings are caught, you’re caught, war breaks out.

Confessions and concessions as you drown in your two sweet blonde boys, never to be worried about anyone or anything no matter how dangerous it gets.

I love it - it’s a very action packed take on the ideas for Outnumbered, and I love the emotions tied to reader getting kidnapped/saved.

#quin answers #reader insert #x reader #kazieai #marco the phoenix #revolutionary sabo #sabo the revolutionary

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I finished another thing, birthed from my own brain meat

The most dangerous snackies

Summary:

Astarion was not really being the good camp vampire he had promised to be. He was just much better at not getting caught when he went for late night in-house nibbles. You know sometimes you’re hungry in the middle of the night and its a pain to go out and get something to eat because you are very lazy? So, instead you’ll just wander around the kitchen till something looks good. Totally the same thing. If nobody knows you’re doing something that's the same thing as not doing it, right? No harm done! Though this time he wasn't even hunger, but instead pissed off about what a certain hero said about him when said hero thought Astarion couldn't hear. So our favorite vampire retaliates in a way that makes sense to him and only him. Alas, Astarion has the worst luck in the world and Karlach catches him having some Blade of the Frontiers juice as a midnight snack. Will she raise up a ruckus or try to deal with the misbehaving vampire on her own?

Chapter 1: Astarion Sowing: Yay! Simple plans, simple fun.

and hay if you don't wanna click through

It was early evening, the sun just starting to set on what was, in Astarion’s expert opinion, a very successful day doing this whole adventuring thing, all in all. He got to kill a lot of people, steal a bunch of gold and other loot - including a really nice new sword, and had fed plenty. No wonder people did this for a living. It sure beat his … other profession.

He was mostly concealed behind the groups’ little collection of tents. He was not really hiding on purpose, at least initially. Astarion had found himself there when the whole production around making dinner began, and then was determined to not move into view. Being spotted around meal time was dangerous. Even though he couldn’t eat any of their precious food he had been cruelly forced (aka nicely asked) to chop vegetables or even worse: help clean up. This was much better; out of sight, out of mind.

So, he had been left to his own devices, and now he was in his camp gear and busy cleaning off his armor and weapons. He paused to look down and allow himself a smile at the partially cleaned gear. They were his things. Possessions he didn’t have to try to hide or else he’d assuredly lose them. He had pretty much given up on keeping anything decades ago, accepting anything he got his hands on was ephemeral. His traveling companions moaned and whined about missing possessions from their real homes. Astarion comes out on top again, he didn’t own a single godsdamn thing! Can’t miss anything if you had nothing before! “Hah…”

He had been gone for so long and there was still no more sign of Cazador trying to reclaim him. He pondered this as he picked up the sword to keep cleaning the gore off, trying to ignore the twin twinges in his gut. Anxiety nestled next to the hunger in his belly; while the former was not part of the vampire curse, it was such a constant companion Astarion sometimes felt it might as well be. Nothing since that one Gur hunter from… how long had it been now? A month? Two? Astarion’s sense of time had been hobbled decades ago, not even his amazing powers of denial could hide that from himself. It was so hard to put the days together to recall how many there had been since he woke up unburnt in the sun. Well, what did it matter? However long it was, this was the most blissful time he could remember.

Not that he would say he was happy or even confident in this strange freedom. Instead he was still terrified much of the time, expecting to see Cazador or one of his agents around every corner. He was honestly shocked no one else had shown up. His master’s reach was infinite, right? Maybe things were going poorly in Baldur’s Gate? The bastard had seemed extra irritable in the days before the mindflayer rescue. Or could it be that Cazador wasn’t all that powerful after all?

Pondering that possibility was a bit distracting and Astarion promptly cut himself across the palm with his new sword. “So much blood...” Quite a lot of production for such a minor cut, in his opinion. You could barely even see the tendon going to his thumb! He was not used to bleeding nearly this much with far worse injuries. He sucked at the wound and dug around for a healing potion with his other hand, not letting a drop of what was now his blood escape. No getting away, mine now! He worked hard for all this blood, after all. The potion did its job quickly enough. What a luxury, to just have spare potions like that to use for such minor injuries.

No, he wouldn't say he was happy yet but he could start to just maybe maybe imaging finding some happiness. Things were looking up! Well. OK no. Not really. Not if he bothered to think about anybody but Astarion for a moment, which was a bit difficult. The z-whatever at the crèche that was supposed to be their salvation turned out to make heads explode or something close enough.

It was very understandable that Lae’zel had come apart at the seams a bit after all the revelations thrust upon her today. However, she was strong in all aspects. Astarion had no doubt she’d be fine. Since he doubted everything all the time as a rule, he had to be correct in this case.

“Oh, whatever.” He wasn’t a mindflayer yet and could be in the sun. Maybe they got defective worms. Bad batch of brain wigglers. Poor weak things. He felt a strange kinship at this notion and then quickly tossed that musing right out of his brain, imagining it thudding out onto the ground. Time to replace that with a better thought. Like being proud he had fed from more thinking creatures today than maybe in the whole rest of their journey combined! So many skinny not-Lae’zels just wanted to march up to them and die. Might as well give them what they want.

As he progressed through the new ritual of cleaning off his gear, he realize that he was maybe a smidgen of a tiny bit blood drunk off of the githyanki buffet. The crèche defenders all took so long to get murdered, they were so good at dodging. Most things. Not his teeth. “Mwahahah.” Wait did he laugh out loud or just in his head? Uh oh, had he been talking out loud or thinking to himself back here?

He started to add that to his worry pile before he yanked it back off and instead remembered there was no skeleton here to flay him for making unwanted noise. Withers didn't seem to have it in him. Back to thinking about biting thinking creatures. He giggled at his own thoughts, again unaware he had made a sound.

That initial bite and mouthful of each victim’s blood was a jolt of pleasure throughout his whole body, quelling the unending ache in his belly for just a moment. The too brief intoxicating thrill kept occurring no matter how much he had already fed. He always thought it was stupid for people to be scared of a vampire spawn. Well, anymore than you would be scared of any random person. Sure, Astarion had killed people before, but the vast majority hardly counted as anything impressive. Just fools who attempted to mug him and were very surprised when he didn't go down when they slit his throat or jammed a knife into his gut.

Now though, oh, he understood how a spawn powered by strong blood could cause so much carnage. Especially if they went into a feeding frenzy. He realized the appeal of draining an entire household or maybe perhaps even possibly a camp dry… but honestly, that would be an awful lot of work. And ugh so much gear to sort through afterwards. So, really not a tempting notion after all!

He had restrained himself so much in previous encounters with large groups of drinkable enemies, but today he just let go. He just didn’t want to keep focusing on holding back anymore, on how he was being perceived by others. He was tired. Everyone knew what he was and they were killing so many people anyway. No reason for him not to just feed as much as he could. Not that he lost control, he was in full control of his actions the whole time, thank you very much. And that wasn’t even a lie. Not even to himself! He was just … having fun. What a novel idea. He had fun? He had fun!

He recalled laughing as he bit and stabbed and dashed and bit and twirled and stabbed and then there was some more biting for good measure. He licked his new sword clean afterwards as well, not wanting to waste a single drop. Well, the drops that got on the ground could stay there. He had standards. Having them was novel and he quite liked how they made him feel.

Astarion’s new shiny sword was new and shiny and he was very excited to use it again! Using the sword had felt so much more powerful than his daggers. Like he was more important. He wanted to get a second one to match now. Don’t worry, little daggers, he’ll always love you, my darlings, but you can be hidden back up surprises now.

Hrm. He cast a mental eye back over his last few thoughts and revised his self assessment to ‘moderately blood drunk’ instead. Mmmmaybe even more than that. Yet another thing he had no idea about before the best kidnapping ever happened to him. When you became a vampire some dark god should really provide you with a set of instructions. Honestly, it would be the least they could have done for him.

At least this was a pleasant surprise. Is this why Cazador was gorging himself on so many victims? Always demanding they bring back so bloody “haha…” many people? If so, that made the most sense of anything that insane bastard had ever done. As Astarion mused, the extreme amount of blood in his system blunted the spike of fear that would normally shoot through him at the thought of his former master.

Which meant he had plenty of fear in the tanks to draw from when he heard his name.

“Astarion is dangerous, Karlach, I’m just trying to look out for you.”

He had tuned everyone else out a while ago, deciding all their conversations were just more of the inane chatter that was typical at camp, but he was always always always primed to alert when someone said his name. It would often be the only warning he had that something horrible was about to happen to him. Not that he could ever stop the horrible thing, but it was at least nice to know it was coming.

“For fucks sake, Wyll, why are on you on this again?” Karlach raised her axe and slammed it down to split a log, resetting her position as Wyll swapped out the pieces for a fresh bit of wood.

ok that's a preview oh no a link again click it to see the rest

#bg3 fanfiction #astarion x karlach #astarion fanfic

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