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lokidrabbles · 4 years

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Tolerance (Loki x Reader)

After Loki is injured in battle, him and reader share their first kiss together

A/N: Another short one shot focused on more relationship building through dialogue between Loki and reader. I’ve had this one in my mind for a while, I hope you all enjoy. As always, gender neutral reader!

Warnings: None, fluff and general cheesy flirting

It was hard to believe that Loki, or Thor for that matter, would ever become seriously injured during the small scuffles between the Avengers and anyone wanting to cause trouble in the city. The Asgardians were tough, that went without saying, and although a new wave of criminals and super humans were making themselves present in the world, it was nothing out of the ordinary for the brothers.

The news of Loki being sent to the infirmary after having a semi-truck thrown at him both surprised and worried you at the same time. Actually, you knew exactly how it had all gone down based on the reports you had gotten back from the accompanying agents that same day. In the intensity of the battle, one of the suspects with considerable inhuman strength had flung a full sized semi-truck at Loki, knocking him out for a good while. Of course, Loki recovered slowly with a couple of scratches on his face, but Thor was more than insistent about his brother being properly attended by the ‘healers’ at the facility.

You empathized with Thor. He had taken his role as the overprotective older brother rather well after the loss of Asgard a year ago, and you knew he’d just about do anything to make sure Loki remained in one piece. You could picture Loki’s gigantic pout when he would indeed be admitted to the facility’s care unit to make sure no serious injuries had been present. Even for an Asgardian, you figured there would be caution to take when blacking out in the middle of a fight. Unsurprisingly, nothing serious appeared other than Loki being extremely furious and uncomfortable getting poked and prodded by all the nursing staff. You knew it would be in his favor to remain compliant with all the procedures so Thor would settle down over his well being. Their relationship was admirable, but mostly hilarious.

You made sure to take a visit to Loki in his room after work to humor him (he’d appreciate that), but mostly to also make sure he was telling the truth about being without injury. You supposed you also took a protective approach to him, knowing he’d be out there within the front lines of danger. And yes, you were fully aware that Loki was just as tough as Thor and would probably need more than an 18-wheeler to fully take him out, but the nagging thought of ‘what if’ continued to pester you throughout the day.

When you arrived, Thor was still very present by his brother’s side. You slapped your mouth to hold back a snort once you took a look at Loki. He appeared very out of place laying in that hospital bed and you could tell by the twitch in his brow that he was aching to get the hell out of there. Thor had apparently gone on a tangent on how he was victorious in the battle, praising his quick thinking and strength to get everyone out of a sticky situation (Loki included.) From your time getting to know the dark haired Asgardian, you knew one of the most irritating things to him was Thor boasting about himself when it was clearly not asked for. The pout you had imagined earlier was worn all over his face.

“Hey there Asgard entourage, I’m glad to see the both of you are doing well.” You said out loud, hoping to save Loki from his brother’s rambling.

“Was there ever any doubt?” Thor asked cheekily, causing Loki’s eyes to roll to the back of his head.

“I mean, it’s hard to imagine for anyone around these parts to survive a blow like that.” You mentioned while raising your brow at Loki.

“Norns, is that really the news of the day? Mortals tend to obsess over the most mundane of things, it’s rather annoying.” Loki commented while rubbing his temples.

“Oh, you know the Midgardians brother, they collectively work together to ensure everyone in the team in safe and sound. And that includes you too, my honorary Avenger.” Thor replied while giving a quick jab at his shoulder.

You had to give it to Thor despite Loki’s interjections. While he was still in one whole piece, you could tell he was very worn out by the altercation. His hair was a matted mess (though you would never tell him), his cheek had a notable scratch you imagined would completely scar and heal in a couple of days, his eyes were darker and heavier than usual and part of his forearm had been bandaged up tightly. It was a first for you, seeing Loki semi-damaged after battle. You knew worse had been done to him, but the nagging thought continued to bring you closer to his bedside.

“Ooh, Avenger. I like the sound of that.” You said teasingly, following along with Thor’s own.

“You know, I believe this visit has met its limit already. Why don’t the both of you maybe, get lost somewhere far, far away from here?” Loki asked through gritted teeth.

Both you and Thor made a very dangerous and irritating team against Loki, and your sniggering only caused the God of Thunder to roar out a boisterous laugh. Loki was in hell.

“Very well brother, I’ll take your word.” Thor said while wiping away the tears forming in his eyes. “You are certain you are completely well, correct?“

“Please leave already.”

“Not until-” Thor said and then cut off as he raised his fish and landed a rather loud punch on the side of Loki’s shoulder. You saw Loki’s body flop to the side and back, biting his lips in the obvious tremendous amount of pain he was in. As tough as he was, you’d imagine taking a punch from Thor would still hurt like hell. Brotherly love after all.

“Make sure he rests well, don’t let him out of your sight.” Thor commanded to you while walking out of the infirmary, leaving both you and Loki.

“Sorry about that, I couldn’t help it.” You said, clearing the humor out of your throat. “You want me to leave too?

“You’re fine, as long as you don’t throw at fist at my shoulder either.”

You winked at him and made yourself comfortable in a chair beside his bed. “You’re rather cute when you’re being the little brother.”

“I think I’d rather not be called ‘little brother’, especially coming from you.” He said while propping himself upwards. You immediately caught onto his shallow breath. Was he in pain?

“Thor’s got a point though. You do look like hell. I mean, I know it’s not anything life threatening, but even I can tell that fight took a lot out of you.”

He scoffed, and then bit his lower lip. “Rather shameful I can’t tolerate stuff as well as I could in my youth. I’m alive, but my back has been tormenting me.”

“Youth huh? What, like a thousand years ago?” It wasn’t a stupid question, but it caused him to chuckle.

“You say like that’s an eternity ago.” He replied, turning his neck carefully to look at you. “You’ve made me feel quite old now mortal.”

“Oh please. You’re still in your prime and I’m sure you know that. Just admit it’s not about you getting old and about getting knocked the eff over in battle. It happens to everyone. Err, every super being.”

“That’s a very odd way to want to cheer me up, but it is appreciated regardless.” He commented briefly.

“If it gives you any respite, I am glad to see that you’re doing well, albeit from a couple of scratches.” You said genuinely. “And no I won’t go off on a tangent like Thor. “

He remained silent for a bit and his piercing gaze remained on you. “You shouldn’t need to worry about me, especially with the weak foes we encounter on this planet. I’ve lived for thousands of years. I’ve had worse.”

A crooked smile formed on your face. “Well, thanks. But it’s just hard to shake away that worry. Take it from your brother, this is something you’re just gonna have to deal with every time something like this happens. The unfortunate thing is you’re gonna have to deal with me pestering you too.”

“Thor can be intolerable, but I wouldn’t mind it at all from you.”

You didn’t know if it was the mood of the room or your gut instinct, but it was certainly something you had longed to do for some time. You felt your body stand and lean over to his face . His eyes followed along with your movements with no intention of stopping you. You got closer to him, allowing you to briskly kiss the side of his cheek. His skin felt soft on your lips only for a brief moment and you pulled back before making things even awkward. Both your eyes and his instantly connected, unable to break away from the line of sight.

You were unsure of what he’d make of it and you’d know to be wary about Loki rejecting your advances or simply revealing to you he is not interested in you in an intimate way. But the thought of him being injured, or possibly losing him in battle encouraged your to be a bit more bolder with your intentions. You knew it wouldn’t be nothing unexpected or uncalled for and you only hoped he wouldn’t completely be put off with your actions.

“That’s rather bold of you mortal.” He said with a cunning smirk. “Yet, you seemed to have missed my lips, if that’s what you were aiming for.”

You beamed at his response, but played well at remaining cool about it. “Hmm, what’s in it for me? How good are Asgardians at kissing?”

“Only the best in the nine realms. Too coy to find out for yourself?” He asked.

You had a hunch he’d be very flirty once he’d be more comfortable around you and it almost seemed to easy to just give into the gratification of kissing him.

“Wait, are you serious?” You asked, wondering if he was messing with you or simply giving into the moment as well.

“Were you not?”

“No, I mean, I am serious. I just didn’t think you’d feel the same. We’re always just dicking around with each other, it’s hard to tell.”

“I don’t throw my lips just at anyone you know. Consider yourself lucky human. Now, come on over.”

He reached over the back of the head, just to pull you closer to him, finally allowing you to have much desired taste of him. It was aggressive at first, but you then felt him soften, as if also wanting to savor the flavor of your own lips. You pulled back again, catching your breath. You saw how his lips remained parted, practically begging for more from you, but you held yourself back from possibly jumping on the bed along with him.

“Okay, that was pretty good.” You managed to say.

“Now that is something I’m still very talented at.” His arrogance at no bounds at times, but you secretly enjoyed that part of him.

“So I don’t need to tell you about how I feel about you, right? Because that would be excruciatingly painful to do at the moment.” You admitted to him, doing your best at hiding the redness in your face.

“Hmm. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want...yet, perhaps it would make me feel better since I am quite sore from that battle. A morale boost, won’t you agree?“

“This was a mistake.”

He grinned widely and you knew he would milk every single thing out of this as much as he could. “No need to be modest. You can tell me what’s the best thing about me. Perhaps my looks, or my sorcery? Perhaps my intelligence as well? Of course, there’s just so many things to consider.”

“Uh, sure.” You said reluctantly.

“You’re no fun.”

You giggled, pecking him really quickly on his cheek again. “What I can say is that you’d look really, really good getting some rest for the rest of the day. It’s tempting to see you laid out here, but I think I’d prefer to see you strolling around with that eccentric cape of yours in tip too shape.”

“I suppose that would be wise thing to do. Honestly, I just need a few hours. I should be more than fine tomorrow. I promise.”

“Good to hear. Come visit me at my office tomorrow then, yeah?” You asked, making your way out of the infirmary.

“Of course...and thank you.”

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whatamidoingwithmylifeman · 3 years

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Mortal Kombat 11 Michiko vs Canon intro fight dialogues pt 2

CW: PTSD mention Michiko, Reiki, Nozomi, and Krow are my OCs. Reiki is genderfluid and goes by she/him pronouns.

here you go @deepinthefog here is the rest of the dialogues

please read below the cut

Michiko: Just how sharp are your teeth Baraka?

Baraka: Sharp enough to tear through your bones.

Michiko: I’d like to see you try.

Michiko: So how long have tarkatans been around?

Baraka: Long before either of your kind.

Michiko: That’s not what the books in Fuyuka’s temple say.

Michiko: You may have blades, Baraka, but I have saws!

Baraka: But aren’t you scared of-

Michiko: werenotgonnatalkaboutthat!

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Michiko: Cassie….Cage is it?

Cassie: The one and only!

Michiko: Oh good! Thought I had the wrong Cassie for a minute there.

Michiko: Did you and your dad really come up with “ship names” for Reiki and I?

Cassie: Yup! I propose the idea of… FireFox!

Michiko: .. oh by the gods.

Michiko: I heard someone’s got a little crush on a certain ice gal.

Cassie: Who told you I liked Frost?

Michiko: You did!

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Michiko: For the last time. I. am not. From. the Netherrealm!

Cetrion: But wasn’t your mother a corrupted Nymph?

Michiko: Both my parents were corrupted and none of them are from the Netherrealm.

Michiko: Were you one of the Gods responsible for the massacre of the Karasugawas?

Cetrion: No, but I know of the Gods who were.

Michiko: Names. Now!

Michiko: Why are you crying?

Cetrion: I can sense great pain in you young one

Michiko: please don’t read any further…

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Michiko: Did you seriously try to stab my fiancé!?

D’vorah: She tried burning the hive

Michiko: You keep your hive the fuck away from her!

Michiko: Are you seriously trying to say that you’re the one responsible for the massacre of the Karasugawas?

D’vorah: And this one will finish the job!

Michiko: Nice try D’vorah, but I know bugs hate fire.

Michiko: You hate fire, but do you like ice?

D’vorah: This one would like it to see a demonstration.

Michiko: Then you’re gonna get one!

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Michiko: I have found something other than buzzsaws that I hate

Erron: And would that be, Michiko?

Michiko: Guns! Why are they so loud!?

Michiko: For the last time, I did not lie about what happened between me and Bi Han.

Erron: I was told y'all hooked up at the tournament.

Michiko: What idiot told you that?

Michiko: How much did my brother pay you?

Erron: He paid me half a million to bring ya home.

Michiko: So how much would I need to pay you to drop this hunt?

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Michiko: I’m sorry, you want me to what!?

Frost: Take me with you and Reiki!

Michiko: Are you really willing to leave everything behind?

Michiko: Alright kid, rule number one, no keeping secrets

Frost: What if I just don’t want to talk about something?

Michiko: I can respect that.

Michiko: I need to know exactly what my brother and Bi Han have said about me.

Frost: All good things.

Michiko: I think you and I have two very different version of good things.

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Michiko: Step aside Fujin.

Fujin: Whatever Cetrion told you, was a lie!

Michiko: I’VE SEEN THE DAMAGE DONE BY YOUR BROTHER AND THAT FIRE GOD!

Michiko: Do you still think I can achieve humanity Fujin?

Fujin: You were raised as one, so yes.

Michiko: Oh was I?

Michiko: Ok but like, do you know any Elder God that would bless Reiki and I?

Fujin: Michiko, they've been slaughtered by Cetrion.

Michiko: …. Oh. Damnit!

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Michiko: Hey, how old would you say I look?

Geras: Without the knowledge of your origins, I say 31.

Michiko: You’re actually right.

Michiko: What does a demon benefit from a titan?

Geras: What did the Nymphs do for the Gods?

Michiko: Everything, with nothing in return.

Michiko: if there is no assurance for Reiki’s safety then I cannot work for Kronika

Geras: What if I told you, she could return your bloodline to you?

Michiko: I could not live with myself if Reiki were to die.

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Michiko: How do you plan a wedding?

Jacqui: still working on that myself

Michiko: ah damn. Good luck though.

Michiko: Do you have any more relationship tips?

Jacqui: Boundaries and communication are key.

Michiko: We got the boundaries covered

Michiko: Normally I wouldn’t say this, but your arm enhamencents are cool!

Jacqui: What do you mean, normally?

Michiko: Have you seen what happened to the Lin Kuei?

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Michiko: Where did you find all that information from

Jade: In a hidden temple on Shang Tsung’s Island

Michiko: So that’s where it is. I’ll have to inform Nozomi.

Michiko: So, why did you want to know if I worked for Quan Chi or not?

Jade: To see if you were friend or foe.

Michiko: I think you Mama Nozomi would get along.

Michiko: Ok, look, I’m not gonna beat in Hanzo’s head with your staff.

Jade: Then who’s head are you going to beat in?

Michiko: Sektor’s.

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Michiko: What’s the worst form of therapy one could get?

Jax: Electric shock the-Michiko?

Michiko: I didn’t mean to I didn’t mean to I didn’t mean to I didn’t mean to I didn’t mean

Michiko: If you must know, my brother, Sektor, used to call me little birdie

Jax: Oh, is that still a good thing?

Michiko: Yeah it is. But you’re not telling him that!

Michiko: How’d you lose your arms?

Jax: It’s a long three part story.

Michiko: I have time.

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Michiko: I never said you were cooler, I just don’t argue with children.

Johnny: You’re one to talk, kid!

Michiko: Fight me old man!

Michiko: So, what nickname should I give you?

Johnny: How about, Mr. Cool guy? No no! Superstar!

Michiko: I got it! How about, foolish star!

Michiko: Here you go!

Johnny: What is it?

Michiko: an invite to mine and Reiki’s wedding.

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Michiko: The difference between life essence and souls is, you can live without one. Kabal: Which one?

Michiko: Would you like to find out?

Michiko: Just how fast are you?

Kabal: Faster than the speed of light.

Michiko: I would be impressed if I knew how fast that was.

Michiko: Your speed, my snow drift, let’s go! Kabal: When and Where?

Michiko: Right here! Right now!

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Michiko: I’m sorry, my brother paid you HOW MUCH!?

Kano: Poor blokes desperate to get ya home.

Michiko: My home is with Reiki!

Michiko: Um, Kano, I’m not gonna bring you the medallion

Kano: Not like anyone would know you’ve gone back.

Michiko: That thing almost broke and I died the last time I touched it. So no!

Michiko: Look, if Reiki gets hurt, deals off

Kano: Look, Shang Tsung just need a bit of Reiki’s fire and we’ll be good to go

Michiko: Ok deal’s definitely off! When the hell was he involved?

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Michiko: So you were adopted too?

Kitana: In my circumstances, unfortunately.

Michiko: Ouch! I feel that.

Michiko: Hey, who told you that I was called a princess?

Kitana: Noob Saibot.

Michiko: Oh of course he- wait what!?

Michiko: Reiki and I appreciate your refuge

Kitana: Must you go already Michiko?

Michiko: Until the hunt stops, Reiki and I must travel.

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Michiko: Hey Kollector! Here’s your coin!

Kollector: I’ll teach you to throw ice balls!

Michiko: And I’ll teach you to try and mess with my mate!

Michiko: If you should know, I am a balance of both

Kollecter: I would still like my wage

Michiko: Ha! Fat chance!

Michiko: I would never be ally to those who hurt my Reiki

Kollector: She’s a seer and a Nymph! Do you not know the value she is worth?

Michiko: She’s my fiance!

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Michiko: So you and Jade had history?

Kotal Kahn: It’s a long story.

Michiko: I don’t think there’s much story there.

Michiko: Give this to Kitana for me

Kotal Kahn: Why can’t you do it?

Michiko: I just learned a shadow is now after me, so I gotta dip.

Michiko: Heard you got defeated in the Snow Forest

Kotal Kahn: Sub-Zero and his Lin Kuei outclassed my legion

Michiko: Be lucky you encountered him, and not me

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Michiko: You’re not standing in my way

Kung Lao: I can’t let you attack the temple of elements

Michiko: I have an appointment with two Gods, SO MOVE IT!

Michiko: If you have see my brother, turn him away

Kung Lao: Now why would I do that? He has to pay for Shaolin lives!

Michiko: Turn him away before he picks up on mine and Reiki’s trail!

Michiko: I wish I would’ve met Bo’ Rai Cho sooner

Kung Lao: I’m just still surprised that you managed to out drink him.

Michiko: That’s because he gave me regular alcohol instead of demon elixir.

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Michiko: If you don’t move I will kill you

Liu Kang: Michiko, the monks, they can-

Michilko: I DON’T CARE, MOVE!

Michiko: Reiki’s fire is hotter than yours!

Liu Kang: A fire hotter than dragon’s fire?

Michiko: Hotter and deadlier!

Michiko: How does Bo’ Rai Cho hold that much alcohol?

Liu Kang: How did you not get drunk at all?

Michiko: I’m a demon. Regular alcohol doesn’t affect me

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Michiko: You, Tanya, Reiki and me, double date!

Mileena: Ooh yes!

Michiko: Sweet! Tonight at 8?

Michiko: Bi Han and I never dated. We were just close before I died.

Mileena: He said you two made a promise.

Michiko: A promise that no longer means anything to me.

Michiko: Hey, thanks for not calling me a nymph in a mocking way

Mileena: Thanks for not calling me an ugly monster.

Michiko: That’s it. We’re friends and you’re gonna tell me everything bothering you

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Michiko: I have had it! Move or die!

Nightwolf: I cannot not let you attack the gods!

Michiko: MY ONLY ISSUE IS WITH RAIDEN AND THE FIRE GOD!

Michiko: I don’t need your pity, and I don’t need your counsel!

Nightwolf: If you would let the Great Spirit help-

Michiko: Help me or hinder me from the truth?

Michiko: I hate that place and would rather it burn like my old home once did

Nightwolf: You would rather have innocents suffer over your anger?

Michiko: Why don’t you take the hourglass, go back about 31 years, and tell the two gods that!

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Michiko: Keep the fuck away from Reiki!

Noob Saibot: I’m just trying to protect you!

Michiko: Protect me from what?

Michiko: You best keep my name out of your goddamn mouth, Bi Han!

Noob Saibot: You and I made a promise! It is best to honor that!

Michiko: That promise and our friendship was a mistake!

Michiko: I’m only letting you help cause Nozomi’s making me.

Noob Saibot: Oh she’s definitely Quan Chi’s daughter.

Michiko: Hey! We don’t say his name around her, got it?

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Michiko: I want to tell you a little story.

Raiden: This should be interesting.

Michiko: It's a story of how two angry, petty, benevolent gods destroyed a bloodline and a village, leaving only one little girl to suffer the aftermath.

Michiko: You know of the lost realms?

Raiden: Someone I called my family was from one of those realms.

Michiko: It wouldn’t happen to be Krow of Hinpar would it?

Michiko: I’m not going to kill you! I just want my family back!

Raiden: I can’t do that-

Michiko: YOU OFFERED TO BRING BACK THE SHIRAI RYU! WHAT MAKES BRINGING BACK THE BLOODLINE YOU DESTROYED ANY DIFFERENT!?

Michiko: You’ve dealt with a cryomancer, but have you dealt with an ice demon?

Rain: What’s the difference?

Michiko: THERE ARE SEVERAL!

Michiko: I’m not buying that you want me as your ally for one minute.

Rain: If I made you my servant, Nozomi would kill me.

Michiko: Ok, that I can believe.

Michiko: in case no one told you, I don’t worship. I work with

Rain: You best treat Nozomi like the Goddess she is you imp!

Michiko: Hey! Watch it with that word!

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Michiko: Don’t try to stop me Hasashi!

Scorpion: I’ve lost my family too Michiko. This is not the way to go about it.

Michiko: You at least got to know them before they died!

Michiko: You weren’t entirely wrong about it being of a Nymph, but why did you guess that?

Scorpion: Because Reiki is of Nymph origins too, and your ice matches his fire.

Michiko: I… I haven’t thought of it that way.

Michiko: Hasashi, look, I appreciate your offer, but I can’t accept.

Scorpion: Reiki grew up in the Shirai Ryu! You’d fit right in!

Michiko: I have my daughter to consider too, Hanzo.

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Michiko: Unbind my thoughts from Sektor’s now!

Shang Tsung: And if I refuse?

Michiko: You won’t live to take another soul.

Michiko: I will bring my family back! And you can’t stop me!

Shang Tsung: Why would I want to stop you? I find your in vain efforts amusing.

Michiko: You’re lying! The Karasugawas will be restored!

Michiko: Have you found my soul yet, Tsung?

Shang Tsung: Don’t you dare mock me, you pompous little imp!

Michiko: THAT’S IT! NO MORE MS. NICE DEMON!

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Michiko: No Nymph nor demon would ever serve you

Shao Kahn: You and your Nymph wife will do so imp! Michiko: HE IS MY MATE AND YOU’RE A DEAD MAN!

Michiko: I may not consume souls. But I do eat life essence

Shao Kahn: What’s the difference?

Michiko: I’ll show you!

Michiko: Let me use your hammer

Shao Kahn: Ah! And why would I let a weak puny mortal touch my hammer?

Michiko: I’ll freeze you in a block of ice and kick you into the void if you don’t give me the hammer.

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Michiko: I don’t care how much the Lin Kuei needs me, I’m not going back!

Sheeva: You would abandon your home? Your friends?

Michiko: They can handle themselves!

Michiko: Thanks for the training lessons

Sheeva: You certainly do not hold back

Michiko: Fight to the death or die fighting!

Michiko: Have you ever had a lover you fought for?

Sheeva: A queen I failed to protect

Michiko: I’m sure she holds no ill will towards you Sheeva

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Michiko: Hey don’t worry, I’m not gonna take your screaming title.

Sindel: You can keep it!

Michiko: Aww, not even a friendly competition?

Michiko: Kitana Kahn of Outworld says she’d like to see you sometime

Sindel: That is wonderful to hear.

Michiko: I also know of a four armed queen that would like your company too

Michiko: Hey, you should go talk to Sheeva sometime

Sindel: But would she want to see me?

Michiko: I know she misses you more than anything.

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Michiko: Sorry Skarlet, my blood’s not compatible.

Skarlet: I need no type. Just blood

Michiko: Ah, so you’re a type O.

Michiko: Wait, you’re of nymph origin too?

Skarlet: Blood nymphs.

Michiko: Huh, you really don’t hear about them a lot.

Michiko: You and Nozomi have really cool blood-bending!

Skarlet: You know of another blood bender?

Michiko: Nozomi is the best there is!

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Michiko: You better back down Blade!

Sonya: Your God hunt ends here Karasugawa!

Michiko: Raiden got your future self killed! Why do you defend him?

Michiko: I will not repeat myself. I’m not going back.

Sonya: But Grandmaster Sub-Zero has specifically requested your help.

Michiko: He of all people should know why I cannot go back.

Michiko: How do I make my own legacy if I don’t want kids?

Sonya: You inspire others to be like you.

Michiko: I am the worst demon to follow. It’s not going to work.

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Michiko: I can’t help you Kuai, I just can’t.

Sub-Zero: I know our last encounter with Sektor was shocking, bu-

Michiko: I didn’t mean to I didn’t mean to I didn’t mean to I didn’t mean to I didn’t mean

Michiko: Will you please get your brother off my back!

Sub-Zero: Michiko, you know Bi Han won’t listen to me.

Michiko: Not even as the Grandmaster?

Michiko: Where I was and where I will go is none of your concern Liang

Sub-Zero: Michiko please. Don’t leave me in the dark.

Michiko: It is best nobody knows.

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Michiko: WHY CAN’T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!?

Sektor: WHY YOU CAN’T COME BACK HOME!?

Michiko: You.. You really don’t understand do you?

Michiko: I won’t come back, but I will invite you to my wedding

Sektor: Thank you sister.

Michiko: Don’t push your luck.

Michiko: Was the binding of our minds really “fathers” idea

Sektor: Not entirely..

Michiko: I KNEW IT!

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Michiko: When do you plan on marrying Sektor?

Cyrax: Sometime in the summer.

Michiko: Very specific Mykel.

Michiko: So.. how’s life as a cyborg going?

Cyrax: Awful.

Michiko: Thanks for the update!

Michiko: Hey, where’s past you?

Cyrax: Probably trying to flirt with Shi in the worst ways possible

Michiko: As if you don’t do that now.

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Michiko: Hey, I may be leaving for good, but I promise you I-

Smoke: Wait, you’re leaving for good!?

Michiko: Tomas I have made it clear so many times that I do not like this place.

Michiko: Would you like to come to my wedding?

Smoke: Like to? I have to! I’m your bridesmaid.

Michiko: umm… that’s going to Frost..

Michiko: Hydro been over training you too, huh?

Smoke: Speak for yourself Karasugawa!

Michiko: At least he has a reason to do so with me.

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Michiko: Can we take a break?

Hydro: Not until you master your ice

Michiko: I’VE MASTERED IT FOR NEARLY A DECADE NOW!

Michiko: Look, I appreciate your concern Bo Hai, but please don’t worry

Hydro: What if Reiki snaps and loses control of her fire? Michiko: That’s the beautiful thing about her, she’s not a monster like me.

Michiko: Where have you been all this time?

Hydro: Hunting your killers down.

Michiko: But, Hydro, I died in the tunnels below the temple.

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Michiko: Ok, 1, didn’t realize you were flirting with me, and 2, I’m engaged

Sareena: Demons and Nymphs never work well together.

Michiko: I’M A NYMPH TOO!

Michiko: Your efforts are but in vain Vixen!

Sareena: Don’t you have the fox-like animal form?

Michiko: That’s not the point!

Michiko: You said there were other ways to release my pent of rage?

Sareena: Yes..

Michiko: Can any of them help me take down two gods?

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Tales from Camp 05

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➮ chef!Mingyu × pastry chef!Reader

wc: 6.4k

summary: Mingyu loved being in the kitchen and jumped at the chance to help with meal prep for the next day, not realizing it would leave him alone in the kitchen at night with (Y/N).

genres/themes/au: fluff, smut; non idol au, camp counselor au

warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, sexual content (18+ mdni), smut warnings under the cut!

a/n: Foodplay is new territory for me, so I did my best to make it work. I’ve never engaged in it myself but who knows? Maybe one day ;) Thank you for reading and I hope you all like it! (I mean, who doesn’t love Mingyu?? Let’s be real here). As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

The others said nothing, only looking around at one another. Finally Wonwoo spoke up.

smut warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up), sub!Mingyu, switch!Reader, begging, whiny!Gyu, oral (m receiving), edging (m receiving), food play, use of pet names, creampie and that should be it

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“Did you ever see her again?” he asked. Jeonghan shook his head. “No, I never went back to that camp after that.” A few of the guys swore under their breath. “Why did you leave?” Chan asked, looking up at Jeonghan. “I felt guilty after the encounter. I felt like I took advantage of the situation and I had to remove myself from the equation before she got attached,” he said, staring into the fire.

“I didn’t want her to end up resenting me. So I left and never looked back.”

“That’s kind of stupid,” Soonyoung scoffed. Jeonghan shrugged. “You don’t understand,” he said. Soonyoung shook his head. “Oh yes I do,” he said softly but he was ignored.

“The stew is ready,” Mingyu said suddenly and the others sighed in relief. “Finally!” Joshua said getting up from his spot. Mingyu passed out bowls filled with stew to each person before they all settled down to eat. He thought for a moment before speaking up.

“Since Jeonghan had to go and break our hearts like that,” he mentioned, earning a glared from the older man. “I have a story with a happy ending,” he added. Seungcheol leaned forward. “Ooh, tell us,” he said excitedly.

Mingyu flashed a toothy grin. “You know my wife?” he asked and the others nodded.

“Well, this is the story of how we met.”

“No, Yerin! Don’t take Minji’s whisk!” Mingyu said, hurrying over to the counter where the twins were working. He took the whisk meant for Minji from Yerin, handing it back to the boy before turning to Yerin.

“Minji is using the whisk today, Yerin. You get to use this,” he said picking up a pair of tongs. He pretended to be a crab, snapping playfully at her, causing her to giggle. Mingyu handed her the tongs and turned back to finish his work.

Working in the kitchens was one of Mingyu’s favorite tasks in the entire camp and often, he volunteered for it. Today he was helping some of the older campers learn how to bake a single layer cake while also watching two of one of the other counselor’s twins.

Mingyu didn’t mind at all. He loved spending time with the kids and helping them learn the ways of the kitchen. He loved teaching them how to cook, bake, and use their imaginations to make new things. Mingyu himself attended this camp when he was younger and was drawn toward the kitchen.

He made his rounds, checking on each group, correcting their measurements and making sure they were using sugar instead of salt, a mistake he saw all too often.

He was heading back to check on the twins when the kitchen door opened and a voice spoke, causing him to look up.

He almost nearly gasped.

You peered into the kitchen through the small window on the door and looked around, trying to determine where your target was. You found him immediately. He towered over the kids. You noticed how he watched carefully over the kids as they used various kitchen gadgets.

He walked slowly around, stopping to check their concoctions and make sure they were using the right ingredients. You couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was. He nodded in approval of one groups’ mixture and turned to head for the other side of the kitchen. ‘It’s now or never,’ you told yourself.

You pushed open the door and spoke softly. “Hello?” you asked. The man turned, his eyes widening when they landed on you, his lips parted slightly as he stared. You cleared your throat and he seemed to snap out of it. “Yes?” he asked in a deep voice.

“I’m looking for Kim Mingyu,” you said stepping into the room. He turned to face you fully. “And you are?” he asked. “Oh, forgive me,” you said with a nervous chuckle. “I’m (Y/L/F/N). I was hired as a kitchen assistant. I start today,” you added with a smile.

The man you assumed to be Mingyu looked you over once before speaking. “Nice to meet you, (Y/N). I’m Mingyu,” he said crossing the room to offer his hand. You took it and when you did, you couldn’t ignore the surge of energy you felt pass through his hand and into yours, passing through your body.

‘What the hell was that?’ you wondered but pushed the thought aside when Mingyu spoke again.

“Do you have any experience working in a kitchen?” he asked and you nodded. “I’m a pastry chef,” you said handing over the file in your hand. Mingyu took it and started looking through it.

He saw several outstanding recommendations from previous employers as well as professors from culinary school. ‘She’s the real deal,’ he noted. “You completed culinary school?” he asked looking up. You shook your head. “I’m in my final year,” you replied. Mingyu smiled. “Me too,” he added.

He closed the file and handed it back. “Welcome aboard,” he said, flashing you a toothy grin before turning to check on two children sitting on stools at a counter away from the older kids. You looked around, not certain what to do but decided to follow him.

He was speaking to them, a wide smile on his face before he ruffled the little boy’s hair. “Cute kids,” you noted and he looked up. “Yeah, they are,” he said. The two of you fell silent before you asked the question on your mind. “Are they yours?” you asked and Mingyu looked up at you before he broke into a soft laughter.

“No, they’re not mine. One of the counselors asks me to watch them occasionally since they love being in here so much,” he said turning to face you, leaning against the counter. You nodded, a slight blush forming on your cheeks. 'Of course they aren’t his, stupid,' you told yourself.

Mingyu cocked his head to the side, watching you before he nodded toward the door. “The aprons are over there, I suggest you put on one so you don’t ruin your nice shirt,” he said. You turned and looked, seeing several aprons hanging by the door. You nodded and looked around.

“Where can I put this?” you asked holding up your bag. Mingyu beckoned you to follow him. He led you toward the opposite side of the kitchen as the kids and opened a door. “This is my office. You can leave your things in here while we’re in the kitchen,” he said. You thanked him, squeezing past him into the small office and set your purse down on top of a filing cabinet.

You followed Mingyu out and went to grab one of the aprons, putting it on and tying it before pulling your hair back. You could feel his eyes on you but you tried to ignore it. He made you feel nervous the way he watched you. You’d never felt nervous around anyone before but for some reason, you felt it around him.

Mingyu watched in fascination as you tied your apron on. He’d never seen someone so beautiful before.

Instead of continuing to stare, he moved to check on the kids as they were putting their cakes in the ovens and setting timers. He instructed them to clean up their stations while the cakes baked. He turned to find you checking the twins who were now fighting over a spatula.

He was curious to see how well you could solve conflict and was surprised to see you open the nearest drawer to find another spatula and hand it to Yerin. “Just this once, I’ll even the playing field,” he heard you say softly. “But we have to learn to share, okay?” you asked and Yerin nodded, sniffling.

“I’m (Y/N). What's your name?” you asked, squatting down to their level. Minji turned to look at you. “I’m Minji,” he said proudly. You smiled. “Hi Minji, it’s nice to meet you,” you replied before turning to Yerin. “And what about you?” you asked, giving her a kind smile. Yerin looked over your head at Mingyu who nodded. She looked back at you. “Yerin,” she said shyly. You smiled and took her small hand, shaking it.

“Nice to meet you, too, Yerin. What a pretty name,” you replied, causing the little girl to smile widely.

Mingyu continued to watch you interact with the twins, listening to the kids cleaning up their stations and waiting for their cakes to be done.

Thirty minutes later, the timers started going off. Mingyu watched as the kids pulled their cakes out one by one and started walking around to check them. He took a wooden skewer and poked each cake, showing them how the skewer came out clean and that meant the cake was done.

He had them take their cakes to the fridges, showing them how to properly wrap them to keep them soft and had them put them on the shelves. After everything was put away, Mingyu called for their attention.

“We had a few minor hiccups, but overall everyone did great! Your cakes came out amazing and tomorrow we get to do the fun part,” he said looking around at everyone before smiling. “We get to decorate them,” he said. Several of the kids exchanged excited glances.

“Alright, you’re dismissed for the rest of the day,” Mingyu called and the kids cheered, untying their aprons and moving to deposit them in a hamper by the door. They filed out one by one until the only people left in the kitchen were Mingyu, the twins, and you.

Mingyu untied his apron and draped it over his shoulder, moving to clean up the twins’ station and pack up their things. “Would you watch them for a moment?” he asked as you untied and removed your own apron. You nodded and watched as he walked over to his office and hung his apron on the back of the door. He returned a few moments later carrying his own bag and yours.

“Thanks,” you said as he handed it over to you. Mingyu flashed you a toothy smile. He turned off the lights and grabbed the twins’ bag, slinging it over his shoulder. He picked up Minji and turned to pick up Yerin but you beat him to it, cradling the girl in your arms. “I can help,” you said, smiling at him.

You followed him out of the kitchen and watched as he locked the door with a key from his pocket, returning the key when he was done and then followed him out of the building. Outside one of the counselors you met earlier walked from her car and smiled, taking Minji from Mingyu.

“Thank you so much for watching them, Mingyu,” she said and he shook his head. “It’s no problem, Ha Yoon, really,” he said as you stepped forward, greeting her again. “Oh, (Y/N)!” she said with a surprised look. “I didn’t realize you would be in the kitchens with Mingyu,” she said as he strapped Minji into his car seat. She turned back and took Yerin from you.

“Sorry you had to babysit on your first day,” she said apologetically. You shook your head. “It’s okay. They’re sweet kids,” you said with a smile. Ha Yoon thanked you two again and got into the car and pulled out of the parking space. You turned to Mingyu who pulled the strap of his bag back up on his shoulder. “Where are you staying?” he asked, walking to his own car.

“Oh, one of the cabins on the grounds,” you said as he unlocked the car and threw his bag in the backseat. He nodded his head. “Get in,” he said. “I’ll give you a ride,” he added. You shook your head. “You don’t have to do that. I can walk,” you assured him.

Mingyu opened his mouth to say something but a loud crack of thunder cut him off. The two of you looked up at the dark grey skies and you looked back to him. “Actually, a ride would be lovely,” you said crossing the short distance to his car, missing the way Mingyu smirked as he got in.

The ride to your cabin was a short one but you surely would have been caught in the rain had you walked instead of taking Mingyu’s offer. He pulled up to your cabin and put the car in park. You moved to unbuckle your seatbelt. “Thank you again,” you said and he smiled. “Here,” he said pulling his phone out. “Just in case it’s still raining in the morning, I’ll come pick you up,” he said, handing his phone over for you to put your number in.

You punched in the digits and handed the phone back to him. He saved it under your full name and put his phone back in his pocket. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said with another smile. You thanked him again and got out of the car, shutting the door and hurrying up the steps just as they skies opened and rain started to come down. You waved to Mingyu as he pulled away and headed inside your cabin.

This summer was already starting to look up.

You giggled, grabbing a few ice cubes and tiptoed up behind Mingyu. He was facing away from you, having just finished cutting up some carrots when you gently pulled back on the collar of his shirt and before he could say anything, you dropped the cubes down his shirt.

Mingyu let out a yelp and jumped as the wet and cold cubes travelled down his back. “AISH, (Y/N)!!” he said untucking his shirt and letting the cubes fall to the floor. He turned and glared at you as you burst into laughter, holding onto the counter.

“I’m sorry!” you wheezed. “I couldn’t resist!” Mingyu rolled his eyes, bending down to pick up one of the ice cubes and flung it at you, missing you as you ducked. “We have work to do,” he said, turning back to the counter but you didn’t miss the smile on his face.

You let your laughter subside and grabbed the celery he asked for. You set it on the counter and walked around to the side opposite him and watched as he finished slicing up the carrots, putting them on a plate on the side. You watched as he picked up the package of celery and opened it.

You continued watching as he rinsed the celery, your eyes wandering to his hands under the running water to his forearms. You bit your bottom lip and hoped he didn’t notice. You looked away a few moments later, not noticing the way Mingyu glanced at you and back at the celery, a small smirk present on his lips.

He turned the water off and shook the vegetables, trying to get rid of any excess water before he returned to his cutting board and started slicing up the celery. “Will you check the potatoes?” he asked and you nodded, getting up from your spot and moving to the stove, lifting the lid on the pot.

Steam rose from the pot once you removed the lid as you grabbed a spoon and started fishing for a potato chunk to check how tender it was. You tried to squishy it against the side of the pot but it barely gave. Setting the lid and spoon back down you turned to Mingyu. “Not quite done,” you reported, returning to your spot as he finished slicing celery and moved onto the green onions.

You picked up a piece of carrot and Mingyu glanced up at you as you popped it into your mouth and gave him a grin. He couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his face as he went back to chopping.

It had been like this since you arrived. The playful atmosphere that sometimes turned flirty when the kids weren’t around. There was undeniable chemistry between the two of you, as well as unaddressed sexual tension.

You were insanely attractive to Mingyu. He couldn’t get you out of his mind most days, leading to some somewhat embarrassing mornings for him when he had a couple dreams starring you. Mingyu hoped you were as attracted to him but he couldn’t be sure.

Despite being confident and self assured in his own appearance, he was reduced to an insecure mess around you. He tried to act cool in front of you but in reality he was scared of fucking up.

You, on the other hand, found his new clumsiness around you endearing. You couldn’t understand how someone was so sexy and cute at the same time, but there was Mingyu. He was everything you liked in a man. Smart, funny, kind, good with kids, passionate, and not to toot his horn, but he was an amazing cook.

He often made boxed lunches for you and he decorated them. It was kind of cute. He acted like this cool suave person but deep down he was just really sweet, really funny, and kind of clumsy. He reminded you of a puppy. A very big puppy.

You were certain of his attraction to you but for some reason, he seemed oblivious of your attraction to him. You hoped he might make a move, but were always left empty handed at the end of the day. Despite texting him every evening before you went to bed, he still didn’t seem to get the message.

It seemed you would have to make the first move.

The kitchen door opened and Ha Yoon came in, Minji and Yerin in tow. She smiled at the pair of you as she approached. “I was coming to check on the food for the hike,” she said setting her car keys and a list on the counter. Mingyu smiled, wiping his hands on his apron.

“We’re almost finished,” he said reaching down to pick up Minji who had been tugging on his pant leg. Yerin made her way around the counter to you, reaching her hands up to be picked up. You smiled, reaching down and picking her up. “Hello, Yerin,” you said sweetly as you slowly swayed.

“Do you think you’ll be done within the hour?” Ha Yoon asked and Mingyu looked from Minji who he had just been making faces at and nodded. “Yeah, we should be done soon,” he said. Ha Yoon sighed in relief. “Oh, that reminds me,” she said picking up the list she brought with her.

“Jae-Seok said you two are on meal prep tonight,” she said as she handed the list to Mingyu. He took the list and looked it over quickly, his eyes scanning the page. “Is this for some kind of banquet?” he asked looking up. Ha Yoon nodded. “It’s visitation tomorrow, so parents and siblings will be here,” she said and Mingyu looked back at the menu.

“This is a lot of food,” he said handing the menu to you to look over. He was right. It was a lot of food.

“I don’t think it’s not doable though,” you said looking up. “You can work on the range stuff and I can do the baking part,” you suggested. Mingyu bobbed his head and couple times. “Well,” he said before nodding. “Yeah, I guess that could work,” he said. Ha Yoon smiled.

“I’ll let you two figure the specifics out, but I have to go. I’m supposed to help pack for the trip. I will be back within the hour to pick up the food,” she said grabbing her car keys. Mingyu passed Minji to her and you followed with Yerin.

You turned to Mingyu. “I’ll be right back,” you said as he got back to work. You followed Ha Yoon out to her car, holding Yerin as she put Minji in the car. She thanked you as you handed the girl to her. “You know,” Ha Yoon said as she shut the door and turned to you.

“Most of the female counselors would consider you lucky,” she said and you cocked your head. “Me? Really?” you asked. Ha Yoon nodded. “Getting to spend an entire day in the kitchen with Mingyu? Most can only dream of that. They won’t admit it, but most of the women who work here have crushes on him and I can see why,” she said with a smile.

“I mean, he’s an amazing cook, he smart, funny, tall, and good with kids. Not to mention he’s incredibly handsome,” she said with a sigh and you wondered if she was one of the women she mentioned. You gave her a smile as she opened her door and got into the car, waving her off as she drove away.

You returned to the kitchen and washed your hands before walking over where Mingyu was checking the potatoes. He nodded to himself setting the spoon down and grabbed two towels to lift the pot and took it to one of the sinks where a strainer sat waiting. He poured the potatoes out, saving some of the water.

He turned as you stopped at the edge of the counter. “Can you take this?” he asked holding up the pot. You nodded, grabbing two more towels and took the pot from him, setting it back on the burner. Mingyu picked up the strainer and shook it, straining the rest of the water. “Where’s the vegetable stock?” he asked looking around. You picked up a smaller pot with a stock he had made earlier.

“Pour that in there, please,” he said nodding at the pot the potatoes had just been in. You did as he asked setting the empty sauce pan aside. Mingyu brought the strained potatoes back over and dumped them into the pot before grabbing the rest of the veggies and throwing them in the pot as well. He replaced the lid and started to clean up his station.

You helped him, drying off the dishes as he washed them and putting them back where they went. After cleaning up, you hoisted yourself up on the empty counter and watched as he stirred the contents of the pot. “Do you know where I put the chicken?” he asked and you nodded at the counter next to him.

Mingyu looked down and saw the container of pre-cooked chicken. He rolled his eyes and sighed. “I’m an idiot,” he murmured as he picked up the container and opened it, adding the meat to the pot. He stirred it again and put the lid back on.

You watched, debating on whether you should mention what Ha Yoon said to you earlier. You bit your lip, not noticing Mingyu turning around. “You okay?” he asked, bringing you out of your thoughts. You sat up a little straighter and nodded. He didn’t seem to buy it, walking over so he was standing in front of you.

“You know if something is bothering you, you can tell me, right?” he asked and you nodded.

Over the last couple weeks, the two of you had formed a pretty solid friendship, spending almost every hour of every day with each other. Mingyu was easy to talk to for you and he told you that you could always come to him for anything.

“Spill,” he said and you hesitated. ‘Should I tell him?’ you wondered. It wasn’t until you looked back up at him and your heart thumped in your chest when you noticed exactly how close he was that you cleared your throat. “Uh, it’s just something Ha Yoon said to me outside,” you said shaking your head.

“It’s nothing really,” you added. Mingyu places his hands on either side of you on the counter, leaning in close. “Let me guess,” he said softly, his breath fanning over your face. “Something about you being lucky to spend so much time in the kitchen with me?” he asked.

Your lips parted in slight shock and told Mingyu he was right. He laughed. “All the women say the same thing. Word travels. I know all about their so called ‘crushes’ on me,” he said standing up straight again and backing up to lean against the counter across from you.

You nodded slowly. ‘Well, at least he knows how desirable he is,’ you thought.

“The thing is though,” Mingyu said softly and you looked back up at him. His eyes were down, looking at the floor. “Most of those women want some kind of dominant man,” he said, barely loud enough for you to hear. He smiled weakly. “And that’s just not me,” he added.

Your heart leapt into your throat and rendered you speechless. Mingyu noticed your inability to talk and looked up, chuckling. “Odd, right? I’m this huge tree and I prefer a woman who is more dominant,” he said. The two of you stared at one another for several minutes, only the sounds of the contents of the pot bubbling and the ticking of the timer could be heard.

Just when you opened your mouth to say something the timer went off and Mingyu drew his attention from you to attend to the stew. ‘Damn it!’ you cursed yourself. Mingyu stirred the contents and then poured in a premeasured amount of rice, stirring it in before placing the lid back on and setting the timer.

He turned to you but at this point your words failed you.

“So,” he said returning to his spot. “What about you?” he asked and you looked up. “Me?” you asked.

Mingyu nodded. “Sub or dom?” he asked. You felt your cheeks burn, noticing the smirk on Mingyu’s face grow. “I uh,” you said softly and shrugged. “I don’t really know,” you admitted. “Maybe a bit of both, I guess?” you said and Mingyu’s eyebrows raised as he took in your words. “Really?” he asked, crossing his arms. You nodded.

“Tell me more,” he said and you lowered your eyes. “Shouldn’t we pack up the food for the hike?” you asked, changing the subject. Mingyu nodded, letting the subject drop. He didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable around him, not when you had become so close.

As promised, Ha Yoon returned to pick up the food for the hike and once she left, it was just the two of you for the rest of the day.

Time passed by as you two got to work on the menu, preparing appetizers, marinating meats for entrees, slicing vegetables, seasoning side dishes, and the like. Mingyu was working on a sauce when he asked for your opinion.

You walked over, grabbing a spoon and tasted it. It was perfect. You told him so.

“That tastes amazing,” you said, tossing the spoon in the sink with the other used utensils and cookware. Mingyu smiled, tasting the sauce again, spilling a little at the corner of his mouth. “You missed some,” you said playfully. Mingyu held still as you grabbed a napkin but an idea came to your mind.

This would set the mood on whether or not Mingyu felt the same way towards you as you did toward him.

Instead of wiping the sauce off with the napkin in your hand, you stood on your tiptoes, leaning in and licked it off. Mingyu froze as you dropped back down, a wide smirk on your face. His entire face turned red and you thought he couldn’t look cuter.

Just to add the cherry on top, you hummed, “mmm. Delicious,” and gave him a wink as you returned to your counter, glancing over your shoulder at him.

You watched as Mingyu turned back to his station, ears slightly red from blushing. You smirked to yourself, grabbing the mixing bowl with the cake batter in it, you dipped a clean finger into the batter and turned to Mingyu's back.

"Can you taste this for me?" you asked, a smile on your face. Mingyu turned around, wiping his hands on his apron. He looked at you, expecting to see a spoon or cake spatula but instead you held up your hand, your index finger covered in batter.

Mingyu felt his stomach do flips, his heart pounding and he stared at you. Feeling you might have taken it too far you opened your mouth to apologize but Mingyu surprised you by crossing the short distance between you, grabbing your wrist gently and bringing your hand up to his face.

He held eye contact with you as he parted his lips, bringing your hand closer. You watched, almost in slow motion, as Mingyu guided your finger into his mouth, his tongue immediately swirling around the digit and he cleaned the batter off.

Your heart hammered in your chest as Mingyu pulled your finger out of his mouth slowly, still maintaining eye contact.

The two of you stood still, watching each other. You moved first, reaching your free hand up, grabbing the back of Mingyu's neck and pulling him into a kiss.

The two of you wasted no time, untying your aprons and discarding them on the counter. You grabbed Mingyu's hips, turning him and pushing him against counter, kissing him again as your hands worked to undo his pants.

Mingyu let out a whimper as your hand slipped into his pants, palming him through his underwear. You smiled against his lips, slowly rubbing him as you felt him grow harder and harder.

"Do you want me to keep going?," you whispered, looking at him, enjoying the blush that spread across his cheeks as he nodded. He opened his mouth to say something but only a moan came out as you slipped your hand into his boxers, your hand coming into direct contact with his cock.

You wrapped your hand around his shaft, stroking him slowly, pulling out whines and moans. You didn't miss how his hips involuntarily bucked into your hand and you let out a soft chuckle.

"So needy already, baby?" you asked, watching the way his eyes fluttered shut and his chest heaved as his breathing grew unsteady. "Don't stop," he breathed and you smiled.

You continued to stroke him, using your thumb to spread the bead of pre-cum that had formed at the tip of his cock, using that as lubricant to continue your movements.

Mingyu whined, resting his forehead against your shoulder as you sped up your movements, stroking him faster and faster, taking note of how his body shook as he got closer and closer to climaxing. You wouldn't give him that. Not yet.

You slowed your hand, earning a breathy whimper from Mingyu. "Please don't stop," he whined trying to buck his hips but you decided to correct that. "If you keep bucking your hips like that, I won't let you come," you warned. Mingyu whimpered again.

He wanted to come. He had to come. "Are you going to be a good boy?" you whispered and smiled even wider when you felt him nod vigorously. You pressed a sweet kiss to his temple.

"Do you promise?" you asked. Mingyu nodded again. You tsked. "Promise me," you said. "Promise me that you'll be a good boy." Mingyu raised his head slightly before muttering out "I-I promise I'll be good."

You pulled back and kissed his head, causing him to look up slightly. "Since you promised," you said and slowly lowered to you knees, using your free hand to pull his pants and underwear down his thighs before leaning in and giving the head of his dick a kitten lick. Mingyu threw his head back, letting out a hiss.

You took him into your mouth, shallowly at first before sinking further. Mingyu's hand moved to your hair, stroking it softly. "Oh my god," he breathed as you continued to bob your head.

Pulling off his cock, you continued to stroke him, looking up to see his blissful expression. "Wait a minute," you said stopping your motions to stand up. Mingyu opened his eyes to watch as you lifted his shirt, pulling it off over his head and grabbed a spoon, dipping it into the cake batter.

"What're you--?" Mingyu started but gasped when you spread the batter down his chest and stomach and watched as you licked it off him slowly. When you finished, he stared at you in awe.

You stood up straight, smiling at him. "You are so fucking hot," he whispered as you cleaned off the spoon and set it on the counter. You lifted the hem of your skirt, revealing your panties before pushing them down, dropping them to your ankles and stepping out of them.

You placed your hands on Mingyu's shoulders and guided him to the floor, straddling his lap as you did. He watched as you lowered yourself, lining the head of his cock with your entrance and slowly lowered yourself onto him, sinking down on his dick.

Mingyu's lips parted in a silent moan as you took him all the way inside. You let out a hiss as he stretched you. After a few moments, you slowly began rolling your hips. Mingyu let out a whimper as you moved, picking up the pace.

His hands moved to your waist, holding you steady as you rode him. "Shit," he whispered, watching as his cock disappeared inside you repeatedly. "(Y/N)," he moaned. You leaned in, pressing your lips against his again. "Don't keep your voice down," you whispered, watching as his face flushed again.

"No one is around," you reminded him. "Let me hear you."

You lifted your hips, sinking back down on him. Mingyu let out another moan, a little louder than before as you continued. Your thighs started to burn but you weren’t going to give in easily. You started rolling your hips instead, giving your legs a bit of a break.

Mingyu’s hands rested on your hips, eyes closed with his head against the counter behind him. “How close are you?” you whispered, feeling your own orgasm approaching. Mingyu licked his lips, keeping his eyes shut as he spoke. “I’m close,” he breathed.

You slowed your hips, reaching up to the countertop to grab something, anything. Your hand found a can of whipped topping and you brought it down, snapping the lid off. Mingyu opened his eyes, noticing the can of whipped cream and smiled.

You set the can down and lifted your shirt, pulling it off and picked up the whipped topping. You cocked your head, watching Mingyu’s eyes follow the can.

You lifted it toward your chest and decided to press the tip, releasing some of the cream along your collar, giving Mingyu a smirk as you continued to roll your hips. Mingyu’s hands moved from your hips to the small of your back and pulled you closer, leaning in to lick the whipped cream off your skin.

You let out a moan at the feeling of his tongue against you. Mingyu’s lips trailed up your collar to your neck, stopping to nip at the skin. You sighed, closing your eyes, ignoring the can disappearing from your hand. It wasn’t until you heard the sound of air releasing and felt the cool substance grace the skin of your chest that you opened your eyes again.

Mingyu had spread a large amount of whipped cream over your chest and slowly started to lick it off you, earning a giggle from you. He looked up with a grin. “That tickles,” you whispered. Mingyu returned to your chest, cleaning it of the cream before he sat back against the counter.

You lifted your hips, bringing them back down with renewed vigor, earning a deep moan from Mingyu. You ignored the clatter of the canister hitting the ground as it slipped from his hand. You just focused on the feeling of his hard cock inside you.

Your walls clenched around him as your orgasm washed over you. The squeeze of your core around him threw Mingyu over the edge and he came with a low groan, burying his face in your neck as he released inside you with a whine.

The two of you sat there for a moment longer before you let out a sigh. Mingyu looked up, confused when he was met with a frustrated expression. ‘Was it that bad?’ he wondered.

“It’s getting late and we have literally nothing done,” you said when you realized you still had an entire meal to prepare. Mingyu let out a chuckle, relieved you were frustrated over the menu and not his performance.

“Well,” he said between breaths. “Whose fault is that?” he asked. You stuck your tongue out at him, making him laugh loudly. “You can’t tell me you didn’t want that just as much as I did,” you accused, glaring at his toothy grin.

Mingyu nodded. “I did. I do,” he said looking up at you. “You do what?” you asked. “I want that. Again. And again.” Your eyes widened. “How much stamina do you have?” you asked bewildered. Mingyu laughed again, reaching up to caress your cheek.

“I don’t mean right now!” he said. “I just meant, I don’t want this to be our only encounter,” he said, rephrasing his statement. Your lips parted slightly at his confession. ‘He wanted more?’ you asked yourself. Mingyu smiled, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip.

“I know this is backwards, but maybe tomorrow we could go on a date?” Mingyu asked looking at you. ‘A date? He wants to go on a date?’ you wondered to yourself, forgetting he was waiting on an answer.

“Well?” he asked. “How about it?” You nodded slowly. “Yes,” you said. “I would love that.”

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Mingyu looked up from his bowl to see the shocked expressions of his friends causing him to laugh.

“I can’t believe that’s how you met your wife!” Joshua nearly shouted. Mingyu shrugged. “That’s how I knew she was the one,” he said simply. The others groaned, cringing at Mingyu’s words while he just laughed again. Jeonghan looked at Seungkwan who seemed like he had something to say.

“You look like you have something to add, Seungkwan,” he said causing the younger to look at him suddenly, as if he just noticed he was there. Seungkwan shook his head. “No, I was just thinking about the time one of the other vocal coaches and I hooked up in one of the practice rooms.”

“Well, share!” Seokmin said. “Tell us what happened,” Seungcheol added.

Seungkwan smiled fondly, looking at the fire in the middle of their circle as he remembered.

“We actually hated each other at one point,” he started softly. “When we were kids, we were rivals. I couldn’t stand her cocky attitude, but when we got older, she actually sort of mellowed out. And she grew up very well,” he said thoughtfully. The others chuckled.

“Was she pretty?” Chan asked. Seungkwan nodded. “She was gorgeous.”

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Sorry if you've answered this question before, but I was wondering what choices that can be made from the past three games do you think will have the biggest impact on DA4? Personally I think that whether or not Morrigan has old god Kieran will be important considering his scene with Flemythal and the subsequent Solas and Flemythal scene at the end of Inquisition.

Hi Nonnie, I don’t remember answering one like it recently so not to worry. :) Ooh this is a great question, thanks. Let’s see. Cut for length. warning, Tevinter Nights spoilers below cut.

for me this is a tough question! thinking back on the choices we’ve made over the years, browsing the Keep for a refresher, I feel it’s quite a tough call. for one thing, DA4 for me presents a slightly different sort of premise choice impact-wise as a subsequent game compared to that posed by the existing ones. in previous installments we stuck largely around the same areas of the map game-to-game. We went from Ferelden to Ferelden. then we played a Fereldan fleeing Ferelden and what befelled it, to a relatively nearby city-state. we had a Fereldan’s perspective for that whole game, and the city-state filled up with a lot of Fereldan refugees. consequently ~Ferelden~, both in terms of culture and related choices, like Fereldan storybeats, were quite present in DA2. Kirkwall was nearby and Fereldan-filled enough that some of the ripples of things the Warden chose were mentioned, encountered, felt during the game. then ofc we went back to Ferelden. Ferelden combined with Orlais, to be sure, but Ferelden all the same. we’ve been a Fereldan in the Marches and a Marcher in Ferelden.

moving to the far north, to the distant Imperium and perhaps even beyond.. Tevinter is very culturally distinct from the south. it’s geographically distant, has its own Chantry etc, does things in its own way, is fairly dominant as a Thedosian world power, and is sort of isolated from the south in that it seems fairly closed off to like, the average southerner? these things combined with the way Tevinter is a general sense don’t really make it feel to me like a place where waves would be felt from many of the choices we made in the south. I’m invested in and appreciate BioWare’s knock-on effects, meaningful choices and choice-import system for this franchise, so this isn’t me saying I don’t want it. it’s also still going to be a DA game, so this isn’t me saying there won’t be any ‘ripples’ at all or that our choice won’t matter. I just think the radical shift in setting, compared to the prior shifts, for this installment presents BW with a less complicated and relatively cleaner slate to work with than previously. not completely blank, but more so than usual. I think this is understandable and quite strategic - 4 games worth of choices means more and more variables to track, more resources to ‘express’ those choices in game, is just very complicated in general. at a point it grows arms and legs and becomes either exponential/unmanageable or ridiculous, whether thru the amount of handwaving, retconning, footnoting big things, etc. thinking about it, in Tevinter, how much could it really matter who rules in Orzammar, say, or Ferelden? How much could it matter whether Hawke sided with the mages or the templars? yknow? given the location and stuff I tend to think a higher proportion of choice impacts than ‘usual’ will be expressed as things like differences in Codex entries and other ‘flavor’ stuff such as ambient dialogue or offhand dialogue references. letters, a war table-esque mechanic, etc.

Example: Who became Divine had quite differing outcomes and developments across the south. Sometimes I think showing these in a new game set in the south would pose a problem with the sheer.. differing-ness, divergence. I’d worry about them retconning some of those epilogue slides a la DAO, or minimizing things. Thankfully tho ofc as it turns out, we’re not really going to be in the south to see it first hand, so it’s not a big problem in the end.

there are also some places where I think we may subscribe to a different idea or two (thats cool, these games engender such diverse opinions and neat discussions). for me: In the scene where OGB Kieran is with Flemythal, Urthemiel’s soul passes from him to her. if Morrigan reappears in DA4 therefore, whether or not he is in tow, her son is no longer the OGB. In the Solas and Flemythal post-credits scene, I don’t think that Solas absorbed Flemeth herself, Mythal herself, her godhood or her possible-Urthemiel soul - just her power, her strength. I therefore don’t think Solas is in a situation where in some worlds he’s absorbed Urthemiel and some worlds has not. I also believe that if Flemythal is still out there, if she has grand designs and a plan/intent, her ‘movement’ on that front would progress regardless and not really be influenced by whether or not she carries the soul of Urthemiel. I could easily be wrong given the DA4 hints towards old god stuff, but this is my feeling at the moment. Also, we see Flemythal passing something away through the eluvian in the post-credits scene. That’s the same regardless of whether she has Urthemiel, so it’s not Urthemiel or not just-Urthemiel. whatever it was, it’s not Urthemiel-dependent. if she was passing her godhood to Morrigan or something (who knows?), Morrigan receives a godhood regardless. back to if Morrigan reappears in DA4, if this was the case, Morrigan’s received a godhood regardless (Mythal), and therefore has received a big power-up or development, regardless.

I tend to think the OGB choice was a Biiig smoking gun of a choice in DA:O, at a time when they weren’t sure if there would be a next game or not (remember the DAO epilogue slide retcons?), if that makes sense. There were folk at the time who believed that the main plot of future games should revolve around the existence (i.e. omg my son!! he exists!!) of the OGB. a tangent but I remember folk calling for him to be the PC or to be a companion in DAI lol, which.. yeah. the choice in the end wasn’t ignored or footnoted - Morrigan in DAI has her son or does not, and if she has him he is the OGB or he is not. things still play out in that part of DAI in a fairly similar way, and if she has the OGB, that thread is resolved in the Flemythal transfer scene. Flemythal collects and off she goes. then seems to die, lol (I don’t think she’s dead but that’s another post I’ve made 7 times already). I think this was their way of what I’m calling ‘expressing’ and fairly neatly tie-ing off on that particular significant divergence. if she lives, I don’t see Flemythal’s importance or power/role being diminished by “possible absence of Urthemiel”. I suppose in a general sense I think of the choices as things they ‘express’, and the choice thing in general as actually more like.. the clever illusion of choice. [with the caveat that I have limits or specifications like if the PC killed or caused the end of a companion, they should stay dead]

Back to the question, because this somehow became a schpeel. on reflection yeah, mm, I definitely find this a difficult and dizzying topic to consider. Perhaps there are less choices that I foresee/would guess have the biggest impact or an impact in DA4, and more choices that I would like to see have an impact on DA4. Some of these things that I want to see ‘expressed’ or come back to mean or influence something are (beyond the obvious like redeem/stop and “Did the Inquisitor befriend Solas or not”):

prior to DAI, despite some of the way the ramble above sounds, I would have said the OGB choice. Post DAI I now feel like this was satisfyingly expressed

I can see them handwaving the Warden leaving Sten locked in the cage and saying he didn’t die when the darkspawn came and somehow got out and returned home, so they can have him as Stenishok. Ok... fine. What I do want to see reflected though, if we encounter Stenishok (invasion and all that), is whether the HoF recruited Sten to help during the Blight and what his opinion of them in the end was, so did he think they were honorable, did he respect them. So i.e., or the standin metric for that would have to be I suppose, whether or not we returned his sword. I think the Qunari under Sten would invade regardless of his opinion of the HoF (went into that here, warning, TN spoilers at link), because that’s the Qun, and IC for Sten, but if he came to respect the HoF I want to see that reflected in the nuances of how he thinks of the people of the south and conceives of his previous experience there.

this one is definitely more like straight up wishful thinking, but with the new prominence of the Crows.. whether the HoF recruited Zevran and Zevran is alive and well. I went into that a bit here, ctrl-F Zevran (warning, TN spoilers at link).

whether the HoF killed the Architect. if he’s alive he should really be out there doing either nefarious or intriguing things, especially considering the new weird and wonderful darkspawn phenomena and the continuing mysteriousness of the Wardens, the implied civil war, odd/lack of news out of Weisshaupt etc. what does he think of the new darkspawn developments in Hormok? What did he make of the rise of his peer Cory?

whether the HoF allowed Avernus to continue his research, with/without constraints. ok, it can be one of the things that inspired the surviving HoF to search for a cure for the Calling, but I’m intrigued. the power of blood, the Taint, the Wardens, sending the research to the ever mysterious First Warden.. again all very thematic with current things.

whether Fenris is alive and well. I love him and he is always alive and well in my worldstates, I think returning him to Danarius is an awful in-universe thing to do. but if he was returned to Danarius or Hawke killed him or never recruited him, look, I don’t want to see him handwaved or “he’s there anywayed” into the DA4 plot if he appears in it, or at least not in the same way each time. (I don’t want to see “slave Fenris off to the side on a Tevinter street” in-game, I think there’s no need for that at all, but if you did give him back I simultaneously don’t want a “I escaped and now I’m the same Blue Wraith/DA4 Plot Thing anyway” if that makes sense, he just shouldn’t be in the exact same role/position at all. just for clarity on this if he was given back I don’t want or need to see it. No thankyou! that’s not what I’m sayin) I actually don’t want to see him in DA4 in a general sense really, and definitely not as a companion or in a major role (but I am Living for and love his comic content, that’s swell!). but that’s another subject centered on wanting to see more new chars and less old, stuff like that. I also think they should stop retconning or handwaving/asspulling/writing around in-game character deaths that the PC chose or caused like they did in those cases with Leliana, Anders etc. Stahp.

If Merrill is alive and well and didnt destroy her eluvian, I think we could do with using her eluvian expertise in the next game given the eluvian network, whether that’s via research notes or somesuch or an advisory/Morrigan-in-DAI type capacity.

if Feynriel is alive and well and left to study in Tevinter, I think we could do with using his abilities/knowledge of his abilities in the next game, given the sleep-threat.

if Cass got the book of Seeker secrets. alright, do they know yet if they can help the cured Tranquil with their emotions? c’mon, spread the knowledge of the cure. this is less because I want to right all social and societal wrongs in Thedas or whatever and more because this as a plotline really interests me in terms of storybeats and implications. for example I’d like to see curing a Tranquil in-game, not just in a book, and the premise of a recently-cured Tranquil companion grabs me a lot. I think it’d be interesting to explore them re-adapting and stuff with the rebounded flood of emotions and everything, trying to help them along the way etc.

who drank from the Well, although I can see this being kinda complicated to write, especially if Morrigan reappears and/or the Inquisitor returns as an NPC or as PC. my mind categorizes this as almost OGB-choice tier in terms of significance and complexity.

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bangtanlalaland · 5 years

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red light district | jhs (m.)

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 ⤷ your pimp “J-Dope” decides he wants you off the market. what will it take to win your heart?

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ⟶ pimp!jung hoseok x prostitute!female reader

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 ⟶ fluff, smut

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ⟶ 5k

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 ⟶ pimp au, prostitution, drug & alcohol use, a little bit of fluff?, the tiniest bit of plot, oral sex (m + f receiving), slight overstimulation?, daddy kink, swearing, dirty talk, spanking, rough sex, deepthroating, unprotected sex (stay protected everyone!), shower sex, creampie

☞ 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑳𝑨𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑹: I am in no way glorifying prostitution and/or drug use, considering that these acts are illegal in most parts of the world. If these acts offend you in any way, please do not read. However, this body of text is for entertainment purposes only. All characters, settings, scenarios, and dialogue are fictitious. Any similarity to events or persons, whether living or dead, is coincidental.

Your eyes flutter open, as you awake in the middle of the night from the sound of a cell phone ringing. You look over to your right to see that your client’s phone was ringing, but he is still knocked out for the night. You grab your cell by you to see that your friend Candy had texted you:

My Bitch 🍭✨: Hey bitchhh, come by the shop tonight. Gotta talk to u.

You’re completely drained, out of energy. You let out a huge sigh, and silently creep out of the bed to put back on your clothes. You find your client’s closet to steal a trench coat so you could hide what’s underneath. Before stepping out to leave, you noticed the view from the penthouse you are standing in. You paid no attention when you first arrived, but now that you have a moment - you realized it is breathtaking. What do I have to do to get this kind of view every morning I wake up?

It was already dark outside once you stepped out of the building. Since you were done for the day, you wanted no attention from anyone that might have been looking for a good time. Which is why you were glad to have found the coat. You continued walking down the city’s streets, until you reached the red light district area to visit the sex shop Candy works at. You pull the door open, and the “ding” noise can be heard throughout the store.

The cashier’s eyes met yours when she heard the door chime. She welcomed you with a warm smile and a simple “Hello.” You tread through the store, making your way to the backroom that’s only accessible to employees. You pry open the door and sure enough there was Candy in the lounge area.

“Hey girl! Come here, I have something important to tell you.” She gestures while sniffing a line of coke on the table.

“You couldn’t have just texted me or hell even told me over the phone? Having me walk all the way over here.”

“Ooh, look at who’s cranky today. Someone obviously isn’t getting any good dick. Was he old? Too hairy? Oh no... Don’t tell me you got one of the fat smelly ones.”

"Bitch! Just tell me what you called for so I can get out of here. I’m fucking tired.”

“Fine, damn.. But you’ll have to take a seat for this.”

You do as told and take a seat next to her, wanting to get this over with already. She sniffs another line of coke, shakes her head back, and wipes her nose with her wrist making sure every bit gets into her system. She takes a sip of the beer nearby on the table and turns facing you, grabbing hold of your hands.

She takes a deep breathe,

“I’m moving.. soon.”

“Okay... When do you ever not move?” Candy reaches in her purse to grab a cigarette and she lights it up, taking a puff in.

“No. I mean moving, like not here with you, the girls, not even with Jay.”

For a moment you were confused, but you remembered what this is called and you quickly become heated, arising from your seat.

“Wait no! No, no, no! What the hell? You’re not choosing up, Candy!”

“Y/N, I have to.”

You look around, feeling annoyed and run your fingers through your hair.

“Why? I mean why now?”

“Remember Jay’s partner? The one from upstate?”

“Uh.. yeah? His name is kind of similar to yours but I don’t remember it. Why?”

“His name is Suga. He’s starting his own family, and he wants me to be part of it. He’s offering way more than Jay. You and I both know that I’m trying to get out of here, even before all of... this, I’ve been trying to leave.”

“Have you talked to Jay about this?”

“Not yet. And don’t say anything to him!”

You roll your eyes and sigh.

“Oh, before I forget. I have a message from him to you.”

“What is it?” you shrug.

“He wants you to go home. To ‘call it a night’ he says.”

“Ugh.”

You decided to take a taxi home. Upon arriving at your apartment, your front door is cracked. As if someone was inside and/or had broken in. You sigh, knowing it’s Jay. Your “pimp” who goes by the name J-Dope. He had taken you in a year ago after a small encounter at a nightclub. During that time, you were at a low point in your life. Having just let go of a toxic relationship, laid off your job, later evicted from your place and having to stay with Candy. You were looking for anything or anyone to fill the void.

And there he was. Right there when you needed him. You’ll never forget the way he approached you that night. He was so captivating. Very slim, but tall and unbelievably sexy. You remember that night so clearly as if it were yesterday.

When he strided pompously towards you at the bar with his chocolate, wavy hair that danced effortlessly with each step he took. Wearing clear aviator sunglasses, dressed in an all white suit, leaving his white-buttoned undershirt loose by about 3 buttons, revealing his bare chest. And flashing a glistening smile that would make any girl want to risk it all.

He appeared as an angel. So naïve, you had no idea what his plans were with you. But all you knew was that you needed him. More than your best friend, more than yourself. At least, that’s what you thought. He quickly became really close with you, offering a place to stay and even a job. But you developed a love/hate friendship with him. You hated that he turned you and Candy out, but you were also grateful of everything he had done for you.

He was always supporting you. Making sure you had the most clients out of everyone, so that you were the one gaining the most cash. You hated that you were the most “pimped out” of all the other girls, but you were also appreciative of the heavy cash flow. Despite how you felt about him, you never acted on your feelings - afraid of any consequences it might bring.

Not to mention, he was known as a “player.” Always sleeping around with the other girls, even with Candy once. You heard from most girls that he always wore protection, which was rare. Especially for a pimp. However, he never asked to have sex with you. And you took that as a sign.

Maybe he just wasn’t into you like that, maybe his loving, caring, attitude towards you was all just a gimmick to butter you up just to get what mattered to him the most - money. Who knows? You hated how in control he was and still is. You never thought things would come to this, but here you are.

You walk into your 1 bed, 1 bath apartment, removing the platforms that were murdering your feet. You found Jay passed out on the sofa with the TV on, as if he fell asleep waiting for you to arrive. It was rare that he ever visited your place. But you were way too drained to bother waking him up. You quietly stepped into the bathroom, turning the shower on waiting for the water to warm up.

You remove your tight fitted, bodycon dress and fishnets, along with your bralette and lace panties. Next, your fake eyelashes and you grab a few make up wipes to remove your lipstick and the rest of your facial makeup. You stand there naked, playing with your boobs and admiring your figure in the mirror. You grab your washcloth from the shower rack and step into the steamy shower to rinse the body glitter off that clung to your now dampened skin.

Closing your eyes, tuning out your surroundings, and taking in the relaxation your muscles are receiving from the water. Suddenly you feel a pair of arms wrap around you, and your eyes fling open. To your surprise, it’s Jay. Shocked, you ask: “What are you doing in here?” He looks down at you and says nothing. He just caresses your face. “I’m sorry.” He wraps his arms around you again, giving you the longest, tightest hug you ever had. “Jay.. what’s wrong? What do you m-?”

You’re cut off by his lips joining with yours. His kiss so eager, so hungry, and filled with passion. His lips tasted of cool mint. You both tilt your heads, switching positions, and caressing each other’s bodies. You move back a little, getting him soaked in the water along with you. His hands running along your sides, and your hands running through his luscious brown waves that are now drenched and have fallen loose.

Small moans escape from you when he places a hand on your ass cheek, firmly gripping it. As eager as you were to pull away and ask why he was in the shower with you and why he crashed his lips onto yours, you continued with the flow anyway. Because after all, this was what you had been waiting for - for so long.

He breaks the kiss from your lips, to give your neck some action while caressing both of your ass cheeks. “Oh, Jay..” you moan into his ear. He responds with a soft moan, and you feel the vibration pulse throughout your body, ending at your core. He places delicate kisses from your neck to your earlobe. He pulls away to gaze into your eyes and caress your face saying, “I want you, Y/N.” He graces you with another kiss on your lips, before lifting you up by gripping your waist.

You naturally wrap your legs around his waist, feeling his member rubbing against your core. You were surprised to find yourself wet, thinking that the water would have washed it away. You reach down to stroke his stiffened erection. Growing impatient, he pushes your hand away to grab his member and slowly push inside of you.

You had never felt so relieved to have someone fill you until now. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he uses his body and the shower wall to support you, giving him better access to bang your pussy out. Your moans echoing from the walls of the bathroom causes his dick to throb.

“Oh please.. fuck me just like that!”

He quickens his pace, and you take a chunk of his shoulder between your teeth and your nails scraping his back while holding yourself tight against him. His cock hitting all the right places you never even knew was there. The feeling so grand that you didn’t want him to stop, but something inside tells you otherwise. You let go of him and use your palms to push him forward so he could understand that you wanted him to stop.

“Jay.” He slows his pace down, noticing your expression he comes to a halt.

“What’s wrong?”

The brief silence brings him to pull completely out of you and let you down on your feet. You knew that according to the rules you weren’t supposed to question your pimp. But at this moment, you didn’t care because you need your answer. You eventually gather up the words to ask: “What are we doing? Why are we doing this?” Emphasizing the “we.”

You’re still fuzzy and confused by his sudden actions of coming onto you. As much as you wanted this moment to happen, you also needed to validate why it was happening. He had never made a move on you. And the last thing you needed was someone toying with your heart again.

His head drops low. Obviously he was hiding something, and you weren’t sure why he hesitated. All he could muster up was a simple: “Can we talk?” He proceeded to turn the shower off and exit the bathroom, wrapping a towel around his waist. You also grab a towel to wrap around you and continue to follow him into your bedroom, finding him sitting on the edge of your bed with his head held low, tiny water droplets dripping from his hair onto the carpet.

Before you could slip any words out, he states softly:

“I don’t want you working for me anymore.”

Your mouth slowly parts, attempting to process his sudden demands. Frozen, you stand there not able to speak or move. His eyes follow you, startled at your delayed response. You close your eyes, taking a deep breathe, inhaling then exhaling. You clear your throat, and open your eyes, gathering yourself together to speak: “I don’t understand. What are you saying?”

𝒋-𝒅𝒐𝒑𝒆’𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕-𝒐𝒇-𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘

My heart hurts. I can’t stand to see her with other men. I know, I know. I’ve turned her into my bottom girl, hooking her up with the most clients and letting her run things whenever I had other matters to attend. But that was only so she could be stable and because I trust her. I hated seeing her struggle, and I wanted to help her. Because I care about her - a lot more than I should.

I was afraid of this feeling I have for her. As much as I tried fighting it, I couldn’t take it any longer. It was eating me alive, and that’s why I needed to come clean and tell her how I really feel. Meeting Y/N at the nightclub changed my life. The moment I laid eyes on her, I couldn’t stray away. It wasn’t the idea of approaching her that scared me, it was the consequences I knew I would face later. Because I was aware that I had fallen in love.

Her eyes.. I’ll never forget the look she gave me when I reached her at the bar.

It was about 11 pm. Music blasted through my eardrums. Seated in the VIP section along with my partner and long time friend, Min Yoongi (or as we call him: Suga), and two of my girls, I awaited a fellow colleague for a business meeting. For the past few minutes, my eyes had been fixated on the sweetest looking babe I had ever seen.

She seemed bothered, casually shifting in her seat and looking around as if she were searching for something. I arose from my seat, taking the last swig of the whiskey in my glass, leaving an oaky aftertaste in the back of my throat. "Stay here. I’ll be back,” I warned Suga. I gradually strolled towards her, my eyes not leaving her direction all while bumping and dodging people left and right in this tight-packed club.

She looks up again, just as she did earlier. Searching. Her gaze turning towards me as she realized my sudden presence. I delivered the brightest smile possible, more so attempting to play it off by directing it to the bartender and not making it seem obvious that I was smiling because of her.

“Another shot of Jack, please. Neat.” I wittingly caught her gaze and asked: “Is this seat taken?” She simply nodded and replied with a quiet no. I swiftly took the seat on her right, and realized her glass was under 1/4 full. I waved the bartender down. “Another one of what she’s having, please.”

She softly giggled, snapping towards me.

“You really didn’t have to do that. Besides, I don’t know you.”

I grin in response and extend my hand,

“Hoseok Jung, but I go by J-Dope or Jay.”

She hesitated for a moment then slowly inched her hand toward mine and replied, “Okay, ‘Jay.’ My name is Y/N.” The sudden wave of electricity I felt coursing through my veins when she gently grasped my hand, and her eyes darted toward mine for what felt like an eternity. A moment frozen in time, finally giving me a glimpse of her up close.

And that was all it took to have my heart racing. Her hands felt as if they were made of silk. Her mesmerizing eyes pierced my soul to the core. It was in that moment, I knew I was in trouble.

Jay doesn’t respond, and he’s staring down at the floor again. You’re fed up with this “silent treatment” shit he’s giving you. You need an answer. And you need it now! You strut closer to him, pretty much standing an inch or two away.

“Look. If you can’t tell me what the hell is going on... I’m going to ask you to leave. And I mean it.”

In response, he quickly rises from the bed and looks down at you. His figure elevated above you, as you gaze in his eyes hoping he would reply. Then it hit you. Like a wave crashing against the shore. You noticed the sentimental liquid forming in his eyes, and it broke every fiber in your being to see a tear fall down his face.

His lips part as he finally speaks,

“I want you.. only you. I want to touch you, feel you, kiss you, see you, make love to you. I want all of you. And for no one else, but me. Forever. Just tell me that you want me to. Even if you don’t mean it..”

He pauses for a brief moment, trying to re-gather his breath, that hitches from his rapid tear flow.

“Tell me that you want me, even if you don’t want me. So that I can put an end to this pain.”

Your breath is immediately taken away, and you can’t even bring your thoughts together. You simply go with the flow, letting your body speak rather than your lips. You swipe the tears, flowing down his cheeks, away. Grasping his shoulders, you pull him in to meet your lips. Your kisses filled with the fire of passion and elements of longing.

Wanting more, you ease your tongue into his and he allows access. Using your hands, you entangle them into his hair, not breaking the kiss. He wraps his hands tightly around your waist, not leaving any space between the two and clinging you to his body like a magnet. The feeling of his slick wet tongue against yours causes you to moan into him, resulting in his large hands to fall down to your ass. Groping and squeezing tightly.

Feeling the need to breathe for a moment, you both pull away and you finally reply,

“I want you. I’ve always wanted you. I need you.”

You had almost forgotten about your wet arousal since you left the shower. You were more ready than ever for this moment. You prayed for this day to finally come, and now it has. And you’d be damned to let this opportunity slip. Your body needs him.

Every touch, every inch, every lick and kiss, your body craves for him. He pushes a few strands of your hair behind your ear.

“Will you let me show you how much I love you?” You respond by nodding your head yes. Just as he was about to reach towards your lips, you instantly notice the towel that is still wrapped around his waist. You squat down to unloosen it, making it fall on the ground, and boing. His lengthy cock springs up. Hard like a brick, with veins popping on his shaft and a swollen pink tip.

Now that you’ve gotten validation, you’re anxious and ready. Despite what you do for a living, this was the first moment you’d actually wanted sex more than the opposite partner. Maybe it was because you have real feelings for him.

“Okay, I know that you want to ‘make love’ to me and all. But do you think we can save that for another time? Because I’d really just love to fuck your brains out.”

Before he even had a chance to respond, you quickly glide your tongue from his balls to his shaft and all the way up to his tip, gaining an “Oh fuck” from him. You glance up at him looking down at you with lust filled eyes. You slowly wrap your lips around his tip and suck gently, watching him flinch from your touch. You pull away with a pop and spit on his cock, using your one hand to jerk and smother him with your spit.

“I’ve waited so long for this moment,” he whispers. You grin up at him and as a response you grip the sides of his thighs to push his cock into your mouth. Bobbing your head back and forth, you take him in more and more each thrust. The feeling of your tongue gliding against his hard member drives him wild. Once his full length has reached the back of your throat, you hold it there. The gargling sound of your saliva makes his cock jump and your pussy twitch, as if both of your sex organs were communicating with each other.

“Oh, fuck. Just like that.” Your eyes become watery, as your gag reflex weakens from holding him in your mouth for so long. You break away and cause a load of spit to drip down from your mouth. You carefully attempt to catch it and use both of your hands to cover his cock with it some more.

“Such a fucking mess. How did you know I like it sloppy?”

You chuckle at his response, “Who doesn’t like it?” He nods in agreement, and you continue to jerk him with your hands while taking him in your mouth again creating the “twist and suck motion.” He rubs the back of your hair saying, “Look at daddy. Please, baby?” Just the look of you drooling on his dick has him on the verge of cumming. By the expression on his face and the grip on your hair getting tighter, you know it. You let your hands go and use just your mouth.

Swirling your tongue all around his shaft, while massaging his balls. You grab the base of his length with one hand and use the other to hold his balls as you lick and suck on them both. His breath begins to hitch, as if he tried to say something but was unable to speak. This was your cue to stop what you were doing and you did so.

You stand on your two feet and he frowns in disappointment.

“What the fuck? I was just going to cum!”

“Fuck me already. I’m horny and I need you, please.” Your desperate cries left him even more hungry. As much as he wanted release at this moment, he’d waited for so long to have the chance of burying his seed deep inside of you. He complies and orders you to lie down on your back.

“Fuck! You know you’re lucky I really like you.”

You blush at his comment. He removes the towel wrapped around you, revealing your body. He climbs on top of you, placing kisses all over you. Starting at your lips, down to your neck and collarbone, he plays with your breasts, leaving small licks and tight sucks on them. He moves down to your navel, and the area just below it. He pries open your legs, kissing the inner parts of your thighs.

Your soaked core is finally revealed.

“You like sucking daddy’s dick? Did it turn you on this much?” He asks, using his index and middle fingers to rub your clit in a circular motion. He groans at the feeling of how wet you are. “Or is it because of the way I fucked you in the shower? You like how daddy feels?” You nod your head and squirm in response, grasping the sheets and swearing under your breathe.

“No baby, I need to hear you say it.” His tongue swirls around your clit repeatedly, making you grasp his hair, your back arch and his name escaping your lips.

“Y-yes! I love having your dick in my mouth. U-ugh, please just fuck me. I need you fucking me again. Feels so good, please.”

He loves seeing you like this. Begging and whining to have him inside of you. This is what he always wanted. He wanted your desperation for his touch, his kiss, for him. Nothing turned him on more than to see you yearning for him.

He shows his thirst for you through his tongue, as he salivates all over your pussy, gliding up and down, left and right, sucking your clit and inner lips with just the perfect amount of suck. Leaving streams of his saliva gliding down from your entrance to your ass. “Mmm, tastes so fucking good. I don’t want to stop.” His compliments cause a gush of wetness to flow from inside, making you grind against the rhythm of his tongue, needing to cum in this moment.

His moans causing vibration against your pussy, creating waves of pleasure to flow throughout you. He wastes no time in inserting two fingers inside of you, turning them in a rotation-like motion while simultaneously rubbing your clit with his thumb. The tight knot at the pit of your tummy is slowly breaking.

“Oh Jay, I’m so close! ugh!”

And then he stops. Cheesing as pulls away, wiping your mess away that drenched his mouth and chin. You frown at him and roll your eyes. “Fuck you, okay!”

Still laying on your back, he pushes himself into you, causing you to yelp.

“What was that?”

“Mmm.. I said fuck you!”

“Fuck me? No..” he pulls out and rams back into you, your toes curling. He repeats and again and again, going deeper with each thrust. “Fuck you,” he adds. Holding the sides of your hips, he rams into you again but this time continuing the pace. Fucking you slowly, but deep. He knows you’re on the verge of an orgasm, but just as you teased him he will do the same with you.

“God, you feel amazing. I don’t want to stop fucking you, ever.”

You reach down to rub your clit, wanting a release but he smacks your hand away.

“Look at you.. all needy and shit. If I can’t cum yet, neither can you.”

“Fuck off!”

He slaps your clit, and your back arches off the bed. His cock slips completely out of you, and you whine at the emptiness your kitty feels.

“Say it again and see what happens. Turn around and let me fuck you from behind, I think you deserve a spanking.”

You do as you’re told and get on your knees. He grabs your waist to pull you towards him, causing your back to arch, facing your head down against the comforter, and revealing your ass in a heart shape.

Spank.

The sharp pain from his large hand stings your bottom.

“There’s one for not letting me cum.”

Spank.

“And another for saying ‘fuck you.’”

Spank.

“Another one for telling me to fuck off.”

Spank.

“And another one, well.. just because.”

He lines himself up at your entrance, giving your kitty a few slaps before inserting himself. His tight grip on your waist, his sexy moan as he slips inside you with such anticipation, and the feeling of his cock filling your walls causes you to melt. The doggystyle position grants him a much deeper access to you than the previous position. You clench the sheets, and call out his name.

“Fuck! Oh my God, you’re so deep.”

Your eyes roll in the back of your head as he pounds into your kitty like his life depends on it. Literally fucking you senseless. He grabs a hold of your hair, pulling it back. He uses his other hand to grasp one of your breasts. He’s so deep in you, that you’re convinced he’s hitting your cervix.

“You feel so good. Look at you creaming all on my cock, baby.”

“Daddy, mmm! Please don’t fucking stop. Make me cum, please!”

Jay’s grunts are being more uncontrollable as he feels himself not being able to last any longer. Hearing your cries, constant “oh daddy’s” and watching your ass jiggle which each thrust he makes is pushing him to his limit. His grip on your hair loosening up, and his hands move to your waist.

“Yes baby... cum for me. Cum all over daddy’s fucking cock.”

The knot inside of you finally pops. Your kitty pulses around his length, your knees instantly give out, and you fall forward flat on the bed. He keeps his grip on your waist while continuing to thrust, fucking you through your high. Making you tremble and squirm underneath him. He eases his hand in between your thighs to rub your clit, making you scream from the over-sensitivity.

“Ahh, daddy! That’s e-enough, oh my God!”

You shove his hand away to stop him, and his thrust comes to a halt. He falls forward, by your ear, and moans with utter pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Y/N!” His member twitches deep within you, and you feel your walls being coated with his warm jizz. He collapses beside you, on his back, panting and sweating profusely. You lie there completely fucked out and coming down from your high. You gather up enough energy to cuddle up under him. He gives you a tiny kiss on your forehead.

“Y/N.”

“Yes?”

He looks down at you, caressing your cheek and lifting your chin up.

“I love you.”

You’re stunned, yet can’t help but smile. “I love you too.” You part your lips and mash them against his, savoring his delicious lips. The both of you naturally smile during the kiss, breaking apart. You nuzzle your head under him and wrap your arms around him. Silence fills the room. Then the sudden thought of what Jay said to you earlier comes back.

“So... I guess I’ll go job hunting on Monday then? Since, you know.. And I don’t want to lose my place either.”

“Don’t worry, Y/N. You know that I’ll help you. You do know that, right?”

“No, I couldn’t do that. You’ve already done enough. I’ll be fine, really.”

His bright smile spreads across his face as he says, “Hey, I know this is random but.. for some reason I’m craving chicken noodle soup.”

“With a soda on the side?” You retort.

You both lie there laughing the night away.

#bts smut #bts jhope #jhope smut #j hope #cns #bts one shot #cherryseoulmates #bangtanlalaland #jung hoseok #bts blog #lolol did i really just add a cns reference in there #i need help lmao

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mint-merriment · 4 years

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prosopagnosia ren au

au where ren has face blindness (and a selective memory)

(basing the prosopagnosia off of the kind depicted in ‘holding up the universe’ by jennifer niven, sorry if it isn’t accurate!)

so the reason every unnamed person has a moniker like ‘dull student’ or ‘vulgar boy’ is because ren picks out the thing that he’s most likely to remember and nicknames him in his head

he does this with shadows as well! unless the shadow has been a part of him at some point he Will Not Remember them at first... the more times he encounters a shadow tho the more he knows what features to look out for

sojiro is easy to remember because he sees him at the counter every morning, so ren takes great care to familiarize himself with the man, but kamoshida on first meeting? nah

ann’s hair is pretty distinctive, and he can remember her vaguely when he sees her in the classroom. he notices that ryuji’s hair is Really Yellow but his swearing is more distinctive

kamoshida in the castle???? who the hell?????? he notices the crown and the cape, but doesnt pay attention to his features, so he doesn’t recognize kamoshida

unfortunately, he doesn’t really recognize shiho, either, other than ‘feels like i’ve seen her before’

anytime someone new walks up to him in the morning he *squints* before saying hi. or he says stranger danger if he doesn’t like the person or know them

makoto: “it looks like you’re attending school seriously” ren: “sorry, stranger danger”

idk man thats the whole point of this au to have ren say stranger danger to people he should (but doesnt) recognize to their faces

fortunately his teammates are quite distinctive irl!! but in the metaverse it’s like. ‘oh. oh okay now i have to remember a whole new face’ whenever they Get A Persona Owo

like ryuji gets his mask and even though he Saw Ryuji In The Column Of Fire he still goes “......ryuji?? that’s ryuji right” in his head

he does this for all of them

(makes it easy for him to separate the separate identities; he’ll never mess up and call someone their real name in the metaverse by accident)

luckily after establishing a confidant i feel like he innately knows the person so even if he doesnt instantly recognize them when he walks up to them he Knows that ‘ah yes. moon boy. this must be mishima. ooh, he’s got less injuries now’

he will never forget morgana, who is quite unique :)

he also very easily remembers how to distinguish caroline and justine through their eyepatches and hats

as time passes he will memorize the small pieces of people’s faces, and while whenever he looks at someone it’ll take a little bit but he’ll know who he’s talking to! (and even after the metaverse is gone, he still Knows who his confidants are)

i hc that the third eye would help him to see what’s relevant! and that whenever they get a new teammate he has to swap to that other vision to find them sometimes hehe

it really wouldnt change the story, except for a few small changes in dialogues and stuff

in the dungeon when they’re first captured in kamoshida’s palace: “hey are you okay?” ‘wait, who are you again?’

its no wonder he doesn’t recognize shido when they bump into him at the buffet (what if in november he remembered because the way his bald head glinted was familiar to him-)

he doesn’t recognize that makoto is stalking him because every time he turns around he forgets her face; makoto is a bit disappointed about how he’s so easy to stalk and how unaware he is- its a point against him being a phantom thief

(little does she know that in the metaverse he’s constantly third-eyeing his way through palaces)

whenever he bumps into her and she goes ‘oh, w-what a coincidence...’ he’s internally like ‘do i know you or’ and she breathes a sigh of relief. (as a result she thinks she’s a better actor than she actually is lol)

the third eye would actually help here but he’s in the real world- there’s no reason for him to be using it so he doesnt

ren would Never guess beauty thief’s real world identity- maybe he’d see haru and think ‘oh that fluffy hair reminds me of something’ but thats the extent. luckily the rest of the thieves can pick up the slack haha

haru, gardening: “have we met before” ren: ‘oh crap have we’

terrible fiancé: “i won’t forget your faces” ren: “that makes one of us”

he Really wouldn’t recognize black mask!akechi haha

akechi: becomes edgelord

ren: who are we fighting again?? like i Know thats my justice arcana but Is It Really???

idk man i feel like it would be an interesting shortfic at least

#persona 5 #persona tag #p5 tag #ren amamiya #amamiya ren #p5 protag #au #persona 5 au #assorted aus

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chacusha · 4 years

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Trials of Mana remake liveblogging (3/...)

From the last benevodon to the postgame:

I like how the original handled the Jungle of Illusions and Pedda a bit better. I liked having enemy encounters in the jungle (in fact, I spent a while in the SNES version grinding here). I also liked the dreaminess of stepping into an area and the screen going wiggly (uh I don’t know how to describe it) and suddenly you see more signs of a town that wasn’t there before. Having the town be blocked/inaccessible until you defeat 7 benevodons and then you sleep at a ruined inn (why would you even do that...?) and then the town appears isn’t as trippy/dreamy. I don’t know how you would convey the same effect without the screen wave effect (maybe things materializing in front of you?) but it’s very effective on the SNES at conveying that your senses might be deceiving you or that you’re only reliving a memory/dream.

I got very excited seeing young Prince Richard and Duran with a pencil mustache Loki, though!

I’m a bit confused by what exactly happened to the Darkstone here. Shade said it was destroyed and Zable Fahr was released. But Belladonna said the Darkstone was in Mavolia and they brought it back to this world. And we see the Darkstone shatter in front of our eyes right before encountering Zable Fahr (whereas the other Manastones shattered earlier). So is it that the Zable Fahr was re-sealed in the Darkstone after being defeated and then unsealed (again) in the real world after Belladonna and co. transported it? Or are the Zable Fahr and Darkstone we encounter from the past?

The Darkshine Knight encounter was less “feelsy” than the one in my Collection of Mana playthrough, since Duran wasn’t in my party. But I like how he also alludes to the fact that Angela is Richard’s daughter.

Ooh I got a rainbow item seed. I have no idea what that does.

The Crimson Wizard was a bit of a tedious boss fight with his teleporting and spells that knock you down. But ultimately, for both him and the Dragon King, I was basically never in any danger of dying despite not being very leveled up, and only having a partial set of ultimate equipment (especially not with the Crimson Wizard’s link ability equipped on Kevin - so much free MP!).

I feel like the original SNES ending feels both a bit more bittersweet and more incomplete. In the original credits, rather than seeing how the world is coping with no mana (largely it seems like everyone is doing fine), you just see Flammie flying mostly all alone. It’s a very beautiful ending but it also feels rushed/incomplete and very lonely. The remake ending feels a bit more fleshed out but also less sad.

This is the first time I’ve seen Kevin’s ending and I really do not like it. While I like the fact that Karl is in fact still alive (Kevin deserves it) I feel like the whole ending gives a pass / extremely rushed moral redemption to the Beast King, and that’s not what I’m here for! The Beast King is one of the most interesting characters in this whole game because he’s the only protagonist-related antagonist who isn’t being brainwashed into being eeeevil. That makes him one of the legit most grey characters in the game and his psychology and motivations fascinating! But the game just glosses over that, and it and Kevin forgive him too easily. I would have liked to see the Beast King begin the journey to redemption and show at least a bit of remorse for his actions, while also implying that journey is longer than what can be shown at the end of the game. They skip this redemption arc and manage to make Kevin look like an idiot in the process -- I definitely don’t think it should have been done this way. I’m mentally rewriting this whole scene.

That said, Kevin training with Ludgar in the ending was adorable.

I thought I multishipped everyone in this game, but I was wrong. I really did not like the Hawkeye and Jessica interaction in the credits (I’m just pretending this is platonic), nor the ending scene where Angela blows a kiss at Kevin (he’s too young/innocent for her! ToT). It’s actually really funny -- I saw someone on the /r/secretofmana reddit being like “Why was I led to believe that Hawkeye/Riesz was the big pairing in this game when they barely interact and Hawkeye is thinking about Jessica all the time” because like, yeah, I get that there isn’t a lot of interactions and that they’re fairly subtle, but also these games are very platonic, which makes even a tiny hint of romance Very Significant, as well as ANY time there is character-specific interaction or dialogue -- it seems very HMMMM. (Also, I think the remake, when it had to fill in dialogue, played it “safe” by giving Riesz only Elliott-related thoughts and (I assume) Hawkeye only Jessica-related thoughts, rather than drop shippy hints.)

Anyway, I’m in the postgame content and really enjoying the new stuff! I like how the three characters have very different battles and content. Riesz gets a group battle against the guardian of the sphere and gets to talk to her dead parents again, which is really sweet (I hate King Joster’s voice though). Kevin gets a one-on-one duel with his dad which is kind of what I expected from his plotline because of how easily his dad pwns him in the beginning of the game which just sets up a rematch in his arc, so am surprised that this WASN’T an aspect of his story before. Angela also gets a one-on-one duel, but it’s with a copy of herself (apparently the Class 4 version of herself that she will eventually become), a nice throwback to Secret of Mana. Despite the fact that my characters are the three royalty characters, their stories play out very differently.

Riesz’s Meteorite class looks very... Aquaman.

Wow, this postgame dungeon is REALLY long. Interesting how you go through the castles of the six main characters. Lazy level reuse, but I appreciate the sheer length of content here, especially since it gives you the chance to try out the characters’ Class 4 skills.

There’s also Class 4-specific ultimate equipment too! Neat.

Anise wasn’t too difficult. I ended up getting game overed once on her second form because I wasn’t careful, but overall it was fine.

I went back for the Black Rabite boss in the Crystal Desert. I got pwned a lot -- that one-hit KO Jumbonk really gave me issues especially when the four Black Rabites come out and they’re all doing it, but I finally beat it after 20 or so tries. Ended up controlling Kevin again (my healer/fighter) to win this one but probably Angela did the most damage to the Black Rabite by spamming Ancient Curse. What I ended up mostly doing as Kevin was just being more proactive with the healing to prevent the other characters from being KO’d prematurely, as well as attracting the attention of the Black Rabite’s attacks and doing a better job of dodging them. Kevin had dark saber on his fists for maybe a third to a half of the fight so I didn’t do a lot of attacking, really.

New game plus time! To be continued...

#trials of mana #seiken densetsu #trials of mana liveblogging #video game liveblogging #seiken densetsu 3

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gem-quest · 4 years

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[QUEST o1. - E N T H R O N E D]

(written by @bebemoon)

. . . Quest 1 .

. . . T O U R N E Y . A N D . F A I R . I N . W I L D F L O W E R . M E A D O W . . . L E V E L . O N E . . .

Neddy gazed up at the lighted announcement slipping across the sky of level ten like a scrolling billboard ad in Times Square.

She was squarely amid the Prince's bursting gardens, headed in the way of her "nest" as she liked to call her homebase, when the lights of the announcement banner had drawn her eyes skywards- twinkling gold against cornflower blue.

"Jack!" Neddy called ahead of her on the garden trail. When there wasn't an immediate response, she started forward again, stumbling a little as her eyes were still pinned upwards. "Jack!"

Finvarra's gardens, where Neddy had taken up residence since the incident, was a knot of overgrown mazes whose centre was a raving-mad fairy party thrown by the hedonist fairy Prince Finvarra- an npc with far more brides than scruples. He and his brood made the argument to players traveling through that it made far more sense to lay about and drink honey wine with them than it did to slog through level after level, narrowly escaping death at every turn, with the ambition of returning to a world of "imminent catastrophic death" and until then, "inescapable boredom".

"Would you not, my dear, much rather Partake?"

Enticing though the notion may have been, Neddy, at the time of clearing the level, had been able to refuse the Prince because she had had someone to stick with-

But that was before. More and more she felt the lure of the sweet meats of the fairies' forbidden feast.

Neddy arrived back at her nest on the outskirts of the gardens, far from the clamour of the Prince's ceaseless bacchanal. She hurried up the short twiggy ladder and into the leafy alcove of her self-made refuge. It was little more than a hovel of bent branches bound together in the shape of an acorn's cap, but Neddy enjoyed the green smell of it and the fact that it was well out of the way of most players who traveled through ten. In the beginning, she really relished the isolation.

"Jack?" Neddy repeated in sing-song, half-preoccupied with locating her player-plexus. She knew full well that the creature wasn't inside the nest- he was much too large. But she hoped he was nearby since she wanted to leave soon and didn't dare go into any other floor without him now that she was alone.

She got on her hands and knees to reach the plexus- which was just a thin, quartz-y screen no bigger than a tablet in the real world- beneath the cot of sewn-together rose petal bed clothes on which she slept.

Neddy tapped the crystal screen, swiped into her Inventory, scrolled downwards through the list of items, and selected a 'Drink Me' potion. The concoction appeared like magic, hovering above the plexus screen in an illumination of blue until she took it into her fingers and gave the tiny, glass bottle substance. She tucked it into the hip pocket of her wafer-thin robe.

Overhead, Neddy could hear the beat of Jack's flower-skinned wings on the air. It was time to go.

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Jack was never pleased about being shrunken down to the size of a Lhasa Apso or being carried in a reed basket on Neddy's back, but (most of the time) Neddy wasn't looking to cause havoc by having a fully-grown dragon in tow. When travelling through peaceful levels, making him a less threatening size seemed only right. Such was the case in revisiting level one.

The flowering meadows outside of Yue City conjured all kinds of unwanted images in Neddy's mind. It was the initial spawn point for all players, and the last she had seen of it, she had been with her boyfriend. She had been with their entire party, in fact. Even Bloodbriars, a pale vampire mage-knight, who shared Neddy's love of dance . . . among other things.

The meadow, very unlike the last Neddy had seen of it, was lifted with the roaring voices of crowds of players surrounding the lists and brimming with every manner of species from every guild milling between the colourful tent stalls topped with snapping banners in red, blue, black, and yellow. The aroma of cooking meat (well-cooked unlike fae fare) was in the air.

Some other players materialised behind Neddy and shoved past her on their way towards the tourney- as if there wasn't open space all around them.

"Ogres," Neddy muttered. She hefted the reed basket further up onto her shoulders. "Keep your eyes peeled, Jack. If you see /him, say so."

The dragon yawned poisonous gas into the air before curling back into the basket bottom with a sigh. Once he took on the size of a lap dog, he promptly became one in spirit too.

As to just why she wanted to see him, even she was unsure. She'd had days of isolation to ponder her own feelings on the situation- nothing of note had surfaced. Neddy decided her heart would tell her what to do once she laid eyes on his face.

Of course, the trick was finding him. And the tourney- because violence was assured- seemed as good a place as any to start searching.

Neddy gravitated towards the closest jousting list, which was set with proper bench seating, but was so swarmed with onlookers that a lot of players were forced into sitting or standing on the barriers. NPCs in neutral-claim colours made up the King's box, as expected.

She forced her way into a press of on-looking players to get herself against the balustrade for a good look at the current match-up. Squeezed sideways between a pair of brutish types (one was clutching a pole through which a full cooked pheasant was spiked upon, now partially eaten), Neddy was able to see the action- At one end of the list, a Moonstone rider in glistening silver armour was waiting mounted upon a winged snow-white steed, and at the other end, an Obsidian rider in a void of black armour was hefting themselves onto a massive black boar. Once the Obsidian rider was in place, they were given a brutal-looking lance of what, to Neddy, looked like charred bone.

The trumpets resounded and the crowd erupted in fevered roars as the two riders set off towards the tilt barrier- towards each other. A few heartbeats and it was over- the Moonstone rider was violently unseated by a crushing blow to the head. The result had been so extreme that Neddy half-expected the body of the Moonstone rider to dissolve as dead players' bodies did, but they were apparently somehow still alive.

Then, just as the Obsidian boar-rider was starting the stadium wave, a pair of legs came into view as someone boosted themselves up onto the balustrade over Neddy, semi-blocking her view of the list.

"Excuse me?" she demanded, flicking the offender's fish-netted calf. "You can't just-"

"Hey, what’s up? You’re Neddy, right?"

Neddy looked up, surprised because she recognized the voice. "Inferna?"

The face that belonged to the legs peered down at Neddy through a curtain of candy red hair. Inferna beamed down at her and offered her a hand up.

Neddy accepted her gloved hand and was easily drawn up from the ground and onto the balustrade beside the red-head. She grabbed onto an overhead beam to keep her balance.

"View's better up here," said Inferna on a wink.

Inferna then seemed to notice that Jack was on Neddy's back because she released a strange little noise of excitement- not unlike the noise she'd made when first encountering him in the gardens. "God, Jack is so freaking adorable! Does he still like sugar cubes?" she wondered, reaching deep into one of her pockets.

Neddy was barely listening- she was stunned to see the girl again. "How are you faring out there?" she asked, concerned.

“It’s been pretty chill on my end,” Inferna replied easily, giving Neddy a cheeky grin. “Haven’t really done anything exciting, besides get some blueberry scones from the Tearoom the other day; they’re amazing. I was at Level 39 the other day, but fighting the dragon is so much work, so I fucked off after a few minutes.”

Neddy shuddered. She'd heard of Mawrgawse, and she wasn't looking forward to facing the beast.

Inferna clenched one of her eyes shut as she dug further into her pocket and then drew out a sugar cube as well as a tiny tube of red liquid. The red-head pulled the top off of the tube with her teeth and then proceeded to dump the liquid contents directly onto the sugar cube. “Ooh, fuck, Jack is so cute. Here, you’re a good boy, aren’t you?” she said, tossing the sugar cube in the air and clapping with delight when Jack caught it in his mouth.

The boar-rider was mounting up for a second go even though an opponent had not yet appeared. A thrill of excitement rippled through the assembled crowd of players.

Inferna turned back to Neddy, still grinning. “What about you? Got anything fun going on?”

"Nothing quite as exciting as thirty-nine," Neddy replied. "I've just gotten through floor twenty-nine by the skin of my teeth. Mermaid Cove won't be easy for me since I'm currently, you know, on my own."

Inferna nodded. “Oh, yeah, that level’s a pain in the ass if you don’t have a party. I think I got through it by just finding a group that needed an extra person who didn’t care about Angel’s Breath. Aydina - that’s the NPC you go up against - is kind of a cunt, too. Like, I get that it’s just pre-written dialogue, but the lady could be nicer while trying to fuck us over with that dodgeball of hers, you know?”

When Neddy first met Inferna, after stopping her from Partaking in Finvarra's feast, she was concerned for her given her thoughtlessness about the food. However, it became clear, after hearing all that she had to say about her progress, that the red-head was someone who could too easily tear through the floors even though she was alone. To Neddy, that was enviable- she, too, wanted to help her guild win- she wanted to get out of the game and move on with her life, leaving behind the old for good. This living in Gem Quest was like being trapped within a bad memory. She had to do whatever necessary to help Moonstone escape. Trouble was, she was Enthroned, a weak fairy-kind dancer, and not Inferna, a flame-wielding hellion who (at least in Neddy's mind) kicked in doors and destroyed private property in the real world.

It occurred to her to ask for Inferna's help when they first met, but she never screwed up the courage. After all they came from different guilds so they couldn't fashion themselves into a party. What was the point other than to make herself look weak and pathetic?

Still. Aydina would be tough. And dodgeball was stupid.

"I'm not very good at dodgeball," Neddy put in. She glanced sideways at Inferna, hoping she wouldn't have to outright ask.

“It was my favorite thing in gym, when I still had to take that bullshit class. All I did was dick around and throw balls at the annoying people in my grade, even if they were technically on my team,” Inferna said.

Her dark eyes were fixed on the restless boar-rider. Neddy was about to ask if she knew the player, but she started to speak again-

“I thought that level was pretty fun, besides Aydina’s totally unnecessary commentary. So I can help you, if you want,” she continued, “if you bribe me somehow. Since I don’t see how helping you with dodgeball helps my Guild, after all.”

Neddy's brows shot up. "Bribe?" she choked on her simultaneous relief and dismay. "I don't have much in the way of coin. . . . I'm not formidable by any means. Surely, it won't hurt Obsidian any if you help little old me move through a lower floor."

Inferna narrowed her eyes, skeptical. “Little old you and a dragon,” she pointed out, gesturing towards Jack asleep in the reed basket.

Neddy nodded, suddenly pensive. Coin was one thing, but Inferna was someone who had back-tracked through multiple levels and re-did the maze on ten just to get her hands on a pastry she could not even eat. Even standing on the barrier, she took a moment now and then to sniff the aroma-filled air like a wolf catching the scent of prey. Food was the answer.

So, Neddy said, "Yeah, okay, I can give you all the apricot tartlets in my inventory if you help me out."

“Alright fine, I’ll do it,” Inferna abruptly agreed, flipping her red hair over one shoulder. “Just tell me when, and I’ll be there. But don’t make it before noon, or I’ll probably sleep straight through it. Like, I’m not even kidding; last semester I somehow slept through ten alarms and missed a 12:30 PM lab. So don’t make it before twelve.”

"Whatever you want," Neddy laughed, and she stuck her hand out to seal the accord between them.

Inferna, with a grin, slapped Neddy's hand in a low-five instead of shaking it- then narrowed her eyes again. “Now hand over those tartlets.”

Neddy didn't want to leave the tourney without having a look through the stalls.

Though newly skint of apricot tartlets, she was in need of a few other items following her final bought with the shellycoat hoards on twenty-nine. Since she was Mermaid Cove-bound, she wanted to replenish her supply of medi-elixir and possibly grab a tide jewel, just in case.

Further down from the over-crowded lists, there was a whole wyvern being turned over a spit by some NPCs, and Neddy imagined Inferna would make easy work of the thing.

Players, some half-armoured, were gathered together, drinking mead and exchanging tales of the front. Others were immersed in Gem Quest's version of the dice game "hazard", which was popular in the taverns (and Neddy didn't have the first clue about). People were arriving at the stalls in pairs, if not more, to make purchases. In every direction, people were together- they were together even if their guilds were different.

Neddy stood in the centre of one of the grassy avenues flanked with stalls and people passed around her like water about a river stone. And her heart was heavy because of it, but it had been so for weeks. Enough was enough.

If he put himself before her gaze again, she would see that he didn't dare do it a second time.

Until then, she had work to do.

[ ref for Neddy’s outfit: x ]

#writing #enthroned #selah #written by fanfan #moonstone #q1 #wildflower meadow #gardens of finvarra #THANK YOU TO AYZ FOR PROVIDING INFERNA'S DIALOGUE <3

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Thought I’d make a the Mummy/Returns fic recs posts for @counterwiddershins (EDIT: whom I can tag now!) because they asked for recs. So here are my favourite (complete) Mummy stories under the cut in alphabetical order, title-summary-why it’s on my list style. A few are Old, because I discovered this fandom in 2003 and there’s some great oldies. Hope you - and anyone else looking for great fics - enjoy them!

As Sweet as This / Coming Clean, by robot-iconography

Summary: Evelyn reflects on the changes Ahm Shere has wrought upon her brother, husband, and son. / Rick takes his life in his hands as he faces his greatest challenge ever: fatherhood.

Comments: I put these two in the same bag because they’re basically a diptych. They’re like two sides of the same coin. On one hand, you have a lovely story in Evy’s voice, on the other, a hilarious one in Rick’s. Both stories are sweet and more touching than they sound.

Circumstantial Evidence, by robot-iconography

Summary: “She could be damnably silly at times; she dressed like a spinster and carried herself like bloody royalty; but she was my baby sister, the only one I’d ever have. I’d been through hell to get her back, and now I was going to lose her anyway.”

Comments: Probably my favourite Mummy story ever. I love it so much I translated it into French in 2004, and even more so now I’ve read PG Wodehouse. Basically, there is canoodling, funny misunderstandings, and the closing scene is adorable (and made me discover Ella Fitzgerald’s “Always”, which is perfect as Ella Fitzgerald always is). Peak Carnahan siblings shenanigans and a great Rick.

Deeper Within Darkness, by Laurie M

Summary: It is a truth universally acknowledged that wherever Rick O'Connell and Evelyn Carnahan are, trouble is not far away. What begins as an innocent night out soon leads to danger that threatens all of Egypt.

Comments: a great follow-up on the 1st film, with still-developing relationships, a mysterious medallion, and ghostly (sort of) crocodiles. The main four are very well written. 3rd person limited POVs alternate with 1st person POVs in a very natural way, allowing us glimpses into the characters’ heads. Sometimes a little bit sombre, but a lovely story.

A Favour for a Friend, by queueingtrilobite [orphan account]

Summary: Roped into doing a favour for a friend, Jonathan finds himself in charge of an antiques shop in Cairo. This is honestly the very last favour he's going to do for anyone. Ever.

If you ship Ardeth and Jonathan, there’s plenty of fun and/or feelsy stories for you! Like this fun little romp, which features a hilarious style, a Jonathan who is equally good at thinking on his toes as he is as making disasters happen (being a bit of a disaster himself).

Finding Ma’at, by exchequered [orphan account]

Summary: “Hamunaptra Cruises.” Ardeth’s tone was thoughtful. “Do you not fear a curse upon your enterprise, for naming it thus?”

Another Ardeth/Jonathan fic - and boy, this one is *chef’s kiss* I mean, the only three tags are Tourism, Pining, and denial is a river in Egypt :D

Hereafter, by Marxbros

Summary: After TMR. Imhotep has raised Ancksunamun and conquered the earth. Rick, Evy, Ardeth, Jonathan, and some new characters must find each other to defeat Imhotep once more.

Comments: ooh, this one’s a monster to tackle (134k words), and it gets pretty epic - and is worth every second of reading. The OCs are great, necessary, and everyone gets their chance to shine.

Never Spellbound by a Starry Sky, by robot-iconography

Summary: Strange goings-on mar Rick and Evelyn's wedding preparations. Can they and Jonathan solve the mystery?

Comments: another follow-up on TM, as Evy and Rick navigate their relationship and how much they should wait before any sort of hanky-panky. Life interferes in the form of a mysterious object (though NOT the obvious one) and the three are thrust into adventure again. There are battles with the mosquito netting, someone getting a few stitches on their arse (again, not the obvious choice), and all the chapter titles come from dialogue from Elizabeth Peters’ Crocodile on the Sandbank. It’s often hilarious and the dialogue is to die for.

The Mummy: Curse of the Seven Scorpions, by Jac Danvers

Summary: Libby O’Connell hasn’t heard from her brother in years. The word ‘mummy’ meant nothing to her. But when a tiny gold scorpion is revealed to have much greater value, she is thrust back into her family’s life, and the life of a man she once hated.

Comments: back in the day, the “Rick’s sister tags along and falls in love with [usually Ardeth]” trope was a staple of Mummy fanfic, and one I didn’t have much interest in. This little story, mostly set after TMR, is a fun romp; Libby is a good character, well handled, and the little developing romance with Jonathan is fun to watch.

Sidekick, by madsthenerdy girl (on FFnet here)

Summary: Jonathan honestly tries to be a big brother. No, really.

Comments: Fantastic portrait of Jonathan through the years, warts and all, and his relationship with Evy (and later Alex). It’s heartfelt, often funny, and honest (sometimes painfully).

Take That, Bembridge Scholars!, by seren-ccd

Summary: The world has been saved and there's really only one thing left to do. Evy writes a strongly worded letter to the Bembridge Scholars. Oh, she gets married, too.

It’s a great look at Evelyn, Rick and Jonathan in a few scenes, from the night after Hamunaptra to the start of Rick’s and Evy’s life as a married couple, interspersed by extracts from the aforementioned strongly-worded letter (and it’s great).

The Tenth Plague, by Khedi (on FFnet here)

Summary: Did anyone while watching The Mummy wonder about what would have happened if the tenth of the Biblical plagues had come to pass?

Not a death fic (well, not quite) but a great little look at (again, I’m nothing if not predictable) the Carnahan siblings just after they get back to Cairo after The Mummy. It’s a punch in the feels and a hug. I love it.

Travelers by Night, by 20thcenturyvole

Summary: Very quickly, Jonathan weighed the odds. On one hand, potential death, whether by armed bandits, a mummy’s curse, or people who looked like bandits and who were very angry about someone unleashing a mummy’s curse. On the other hand, potential riches, home ground, and topics of conversation other than what happened at school fifteen years ago and who got it in the neck where.

A great look at Jonathan post-first film and a great take on Ardeth, too. Can be shippy if you tilt your head and squint, or not. Your call.

We Three Together series, by Tinydooms

Basically a series that can act as a novelisation for The Mummy, mostly “missing scenes” and character studies. A joy to read if you like Evy, Rick, and Jonathan.

The Witches’ Library, by jones2000 (on FFnet here)

Summary: He would like to state emphatically for the record that none of this was his fault, thank you very much. It was all entirely coincidental. He should know by now that these things have a tendency to snowball. Or, Jonathan doesn't need the O’Connells to find trouble.

Comments: I read this last year and it immediately made my shortlist of favourites, on top of hitting me in the heart and over the head with the subtlety of a freight train. I even made a rec post about it. The writing is so sharp it might as well be written with a bloody scalpel, the OCs are fascinating, and Jonathan is somewhat jaded but still wonderfully entertaining. It’s the only post-WW2 Mummy story I’ve ever loved (read?), and certainly the only one that incorporates Tomb of the Dragon Emperor elements I’ve ever loved. Give it plenty of reviews, it deserves them.

Edited to add a few and make it more dash-friendly :o)

Also, I wrote a few things if you’re interested:

After the Sunset: What’s left to do, after saving the world and riding triumphantly into the setting sun? A lot, as it turns out. Our Heroes ride camels, negotiate the shift from acquaintances and allies to something like a family, and encounter a couple of surprises good and bad on the way back from Hamunaptra. (Or, the one where Evelyn and Rick discover the contents of their saddlebag, Jonathan finds out that whiskey doesn’t quite cut it when a scarab has burrowed its way into your hand and arm and out your shoulder, and Ardeth gives his name and saves the day. Well, night.)

Long one-shot set just after “the end” of The Mummy.

Fairy Tales and Hokum: 1937: Two years after the events of Ahm Shere, the O’Connells are “required” by the British Government to bring the Diamond taken there from Egypt to England. In Cairo, while Evelyn deals with the negotiations and Rick waits for doom to strike again, Jonathan bumps into an old friend of his from university, Tom Ferguson. Things start to go awry when the Diamond is stolen from the Museum and old loyalties are tested...

This one is looong. It’s 160k+ words. (also took me 16 years to finish but shhh)

Carnahan-O’Connells musings and snapshots: Headcanons and one-shots about the disaster family.

Like it says on the tin - mostly headcanons with a few actual stories with dialogue.

I know, there’s not a lot of them, but they’re my very favourites. If you have other recs, feel free to add them!

#fic recs #the mummy films

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power-of-ages-writeblr · 5 years

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11/11/11 Tag (22/11/11? Tag?)

Another one of these! This time, I was tagged TWICE by the wonderful @sassypandacandy (go read her books,, i love them). I’ve gotta answer the questions, come up with my OWN questions, and then tag 11 people to answer, only I’m not going to tag eleven people because I still don’t think I quite KNOW eleven people yet. Also, because I got tagged twice with two different sets of questions, I��m going to answer both sets in one post, and then just come up with eleven questions of my own, because it takes me yonks to come up with questions and I’m lazy. Eso si que es, y’know?

What’s the first thing you remember writing?

A four-page story about a Diplodocus when I was… definitely before I was ten years old. Maybe like five or six. I was very proud of it.

What’s the last thing you wrote purely for yourself?

Actually, I pretty much always write for myself, so the last thing that I wrote/started to write… ooh-er. That’d be the Warrior Cats fanfiction I’ve been working on. :P

Are you a WIP playlist person or a WIP aesthetics person?

Playlist, probably. I tend not to make playlists specifically for WIPs – instead, I’ll assign songs and soundtracks to specific characters and scenes – but I’m still better at throwing together playlists then making aesthetics LMAO

What’s a book you wish you’d written?

Uuuuh… maybe it’s just because I’m young (barely an adult), but I don’t have anything where it’s like “ah I wish I’d used that idea” or “wish I’d written this book”. I still have a lot of writing ahead of me, hopefully, so all my ideas I hope to actually get out some day. (Assuming that’s,,, what the question is asking me)

What’s your favourite book adaptation?

Ironic because it doesn’t follow the books that closely, but I love the How To Train Your Dragon films very much.

Which of your characters would you like to have a conversation with? What would you like to talk about?

The downside to Pandemonium’s Bane being filled with eccentric personalities and cooky characters means that there’s actually few of them I’d LIKE to have a conversation with, because most would be too dickish or too annoying for my tastes xDD That being said, I think me and Plue are on very similar wavelengths, and we have a lot in common (such as both of us wanting to write), so I wouldn’t mind chatting with her for a bit if I had to.

Which of your WIP worlds would you most like to live in?

The Power of Ages stories are mostly set in one universe (the Nimbus System) so I guess I’d have to go with that one by default. There’s Neil’s dimension, I guess, but it’s destroyed, so…

Have you ever written anything inspired purely by a song? If so, what song was it?

I haven’t written anything inspired just by a single song, but I HAVE got certain scenes or character backstories based off of songs, or even the concepts they’re based around. I have a whole battle between brothers planned out to the soundtrack that plays when Shifu fights Tai Lung in Kung Fu Panda, and listening to the Iron Man soundtracks helped me with both the conception of a new character and her placement in my roster (and yes, she does invent things and fly around, although there are also some major differences)

Have you ever written poetry? Do you still? Why or why not?

I… haven’t written poetry. And the reason for that is… I mean, I guess it doesn’t really jibe with me? Granted I haven’t considered it heavily, but it was always my least favourite aspect of learning English at school, and I just never fell in love with it the same way I fell in love with writing conventional narratives.

Who would direct an adaptation of your writing?

I ain’t big on directors, so IDEK. I guess in terms of the rewrite of Maelstrom (my current main WIP) I’d pick Sam Raimi, who proved with his Spider-Man films that he can blend fun superhero narratives with slightly darker elements pretty well.

How do you motivate yourself when you don’t feel like writing?

Mainly by having multiple projects to work on! That way, if I ain’t feeling what I’m working on, I can switch over to another one, and bingo bango, I can keep writing. (Hypothetically. Sometimes it ain’t that simple, obviously.) I also use music, and I also take advantage of being in situations where it’s like, I’d rather write then do the alternative. Do you know how much writing I got done in lessons? So much. :P

What scenes are the worst to write?

The ones that I haven’t planned out – sometimes I have very specific ideas for how I want scenes to happen, and I’m excited to get to them, but other times they’re just obligatory because there’s certain information I have to convey. That makes it a challenge to write it in a compelling way, because why should the reader care if I don’t?

What can you say is a thing you love most about your writing?

I’d say I like the dialogue/character interplay/narrative description-y sort of stuff. I think I’m good at giving everything levity, and keeping it breezy and entertaining even if I myself find the writing process to be a bit of a slog. Plus, it’s funny to read back over, and it’s also funny to watch my discord quote a line and then keysmash at it. :P

What is writing advice that you take to heart?

It’s from Aaron Sorkin’s writing masterclass – the idea that a story is defined by the main character’s INTENTION, the OBSTACLE facing them, and the TACTICS they use to overcome it.

How do you keep yourself from quitting writing together?

Honestly, it’s not like I have to try that hard! By this point I’m desperate to tell these stories that I have in mind, so I have a sort of innate compulsion to write because I wanna get it all out there. I’ll get back to you if that compulsion runs out, but for now, I see myself writing long into the future.

What is the strangest thing you’ve searched up on the internet for writing purposes?

Probably the capabilities of medieval-era people to recognise nuclear technology. (And for the record, the answer is “pretty low”.)

Not a question, but shoutout a writeblr (or multiple) that you think needs to hear that they are awesome and doing a great job (by the way everyone, you all are awesome and doing a great job. Keep it up.)

Well obviously I’m gonna shout out the person who tagged me in the first place – Kels. I await the final(?) book in the DOOT series with great anticipation.

Your OCs are trapped on a deserted island, what would they be doing?

I WANNA say they’d try and work as a team, but, uh. It may not go so well. Dante and Plue would probably be the most practical. Gaia would be good at grunt work but not focus on the task at hand, Rose would be functionally useless but good at moral support, Jacen would try to organise things but Gaia would just push him in the sea for jokes… I reckon they’d escape eventually, I suppose, but it wouldn’t exactly be a clean-cut affair, you know? xD

What is your biggest inspiration for your WIPs?

I actually have various inspirations – I think collectively my biggest inspiration is the MCU, in that it’s a bunch of interconnected stories set in the same universe about different characters and also there are superpowers. xDD

A habit you have when it comes to writing?

Not doing it (thank you writer’s block)

A fact about your world and/or characters?

I have debated killing of MANY of my characters, but have only actually come to concrete decisions one way or the other with a few.

If your WIP/s got turned into a movie or series, what would be the quote on the promotional poster or trailer?

Oh, I’m gonna do this for ALL the WIPs, this seems fun!

Of Encounters and Trysts – Two Hearts, One Soul (or something equally cheesy)

Hit and Run – Even the indomitable aren’t invincible

Maelstrom – Destiny Begins

The Destroyer of Worlds – One Case, One Team, One Superpower

Survivor – It’s every man for themselves

Savants – Not so different

Omnia Vincit Amor – Good things come to those who get traumatised

Cometh the Hour – Six thousand years from home

Alright, now it’s (finally!) time for my eleven questiones:

1 – Does music help you write, or does it just distract you?

2 – What’s your favourite writing tool? A laptop? Notepad and pens? Quills and inkpot?

3 – Do you have to physically go to places to get a feel for them and feel as though you can set writing in them?

4 – What got you into writeblr?

5 – How well can your OCs dance, do you think?

6 – Do you have a favourite writing snack? If so, what is it?

7 – Bionicle. Thoughts?

8 – Is there a specific piece of media (movie, show, book, w/e) that you could say has been more of an inspiration to you than anything else?

9 – What’s the best soundtrack you know for getting pumped and hyped up?

10 – If you could only write one genre for the rest of your writing career, what would you go with?

11 – What’s your favourite music-based meme? (Examples include “LET’S GO”, “CREEPER/AWW MAN” and “We Are Number One But ___”)

Tagging… @thelimeonade, and @dawnuchiha!

#Not Power of Ages #Tag Game #11/11/11 tag #these questions are always fun to answer!!!

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tsfanart · 6 years

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*Heaves a nervous sigh*

So here’s the thing. I had an idea for a Sanders Sides fanfic, and I was thinking about requesting it, but earlier today I changed my mind and decided to do it myself. And, well…six hours later, here we are.

I haven’t done this type of writing in years, but I have to say I’m really proud of the dialogue and the characterization. The only thing is, it’s not really like other fanfics I’ve seen so far. It’s really more like a mini Sanders Sides episode…and I don’t know if that’s weird just because it features Thomas and Thomas is a real person? So I guess that’s the main thing I’m worried about.

Well, anyway, I can’t put this off any longer. Here’s the story.

“Man I love being…” WHACK.

Thomas pressed his snooze alarm for the fourth time that morning and rolled back over. Meanwhile, Logan stared down at Thomas and rubbed his forehead. Thomas rolled back over, but Logan intervened and pulled the covers off.

Thomas groaned and stared up at his logical side. “Okay, I know I forgot to turn my alarm off yesterday, but it’s Saturday. Can’t I just stay here for a while longer?”

Logan shook his head in disbelief. “Come on, Thomas, you’re going to be late. Don’t you remember how hard it was to schedule an appointment in the first place?”

Thomas’ stomach dropped. He’d totally forgotten.

Patton came over and cocked his head. “You gonna be okay, kiddo?”

Thomas shrugged uncomfortably. “Yeah, of course. I’ll-I’ll be fine.” He got up and headed for the bathroom.

As he picked up his toothbrush, Virgil showed up behind him. “You’d better make sure you do a good job with that,” he said menacingly. “You know what’ll happen if you don’t.”

Logan gave him a silencing glare. “Now Virgil, let’s be reasonable. It’s just a cleaning. Thomas has had plenty of cleanings in the past in which he’s had no cavities, and based on how things have gone since his last appointment there’s no reason to think he has any this time.”

Virgil just smirked. “Yeah, but what if the dentist finds something that needs fixing? What if he needs a root canal? What if–” But Roman’s entrance cut him off this time.

“WHAT IF you pretend you’re a knight who must face the evil Novocain dragon in order to rescue the prince, and the only way you can defeat him is by staying calm in the face of fear.”

“Ooh, like how Harry, Ron, and Hermione were able to overcome Devil’s Snare!” Patton piped up.

Roman jerked his head in acknowledgment. “Yeah, what he said.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Um, did no one listen to me when I pointed out that Thomas might not even have cavities?” But no one listened that time, either.

Roman’s scenario got a smile out of Thomas, but even so Virgil’s words gave him pause. He finished brushing his teeth and crawled back into bed.

Logan let out a frustrated sigh. “Thomas, please get up. Your appointment is one hour from now, and you’re going to have to be out the door in the next 40 minutes in order to get there on time.”

“Aw, that’s plenty of time,” Thomas whined. “I can get ready in five minutes at the most. That still leaves me at least thirty more minutes of sleep.” He pulled his blanket back over him, and continued. “Besides, what’s the big deal if I miss this one appointment? Why worry?”

Logan just stared down at him. “Why worry?” he asked, counting the reasons off on his fingers. “Let’s see, you would be wasting your parents’ money, you would be preventing yourself from getting the proper health care you need, and most importantly you would be making a very immature and foolish decision. Nobody wants to go to the dentist, but unfortunately it is something that must be done.”

Thomas looked back at Logan timidly. “I know, I know. But I don’t have anyone to go with.”

Logan shook his head. “Well, whose fault is that, Thomas? Patton was trying to convince you to ask Joan to go with you when you saw them the other day, but you didn’t listen.”

“Yeah, of course he didn’t listen,” Virgil cut in. “That’s because he was listening to me. Think about it, when’s the last time you saw a grown man in the dentist’s chair holding his best friend’s hand?” He gave a smirk.

“Now hold on a minute, Dr. Drill!” Roman protested. “No one said anything about hand holding. But you know perfectly well that having a trusted friend around is helpful for Thomas in these…pointy medical device encounters.”

Thomas winced at that wording, but he also nodded. “Well, it probably would help…but it’s too late to do anything now. They’re probably not even up yet.”

Logan shrugged. “And that’s unfortunate, but it may also be good for you to learn to do this on your own. Unfortunately, one cannot always rely on one’s friends. Sometimes we have to face our fears alone.”

Thomas laid back down, that sinking feeling now back in his stomach full-force. He knew Logan was right, but the harsh words just left him feeling worse than before.

The Sides all looked at one another, concerned. Finally, Patton got up and opened Thomas’ drawer, pulling out the latter’s favorite Steven Universe T-shirt. “Hey kiddo, maybe you could wear this today,” he offered. “Don’t you think it would make you feel better?”

Thomas looked at the shirt and got up to take it, but Virgil spoke up again. “What, you want him to wear that and have everyone in the waiting room judge him for being a man child?”

Logan perked up, and Thomas could see his ‘I’ve-done-research-on-this’ face from a mile away. He said, “Actually, Virgil, Patton may very well have a point. Many studies have been done to prove that patients who have some sort of comforting object on hand during medical procedures are able to handle said procedures much better.”

“Yeah, but those studies were done on kids,” Virgil sneered. “Thomas isn’t a kid anymore. He’s not supposed to be scared of the dentist.”

“Falsehood,” Logan shot back. “Though Thomas’ fears may be irrational, they are also quite common, and rooted in humans’ deep-rooted, Darwinian desire to avoid physical pain. It’s completely normal, regardless of age.”

“Yes, Thomas, Logan is right,” Roman said gently. “A fear of the dentist is nothing to be ashamed of. Joan has always stuck by you no matter what and never judged you for anything, and hopefully you know by now that they probably would have come over if you had asked.”

“At the same time, there’s no use in beating yourself up about it,” Patton added. “Just keep that in mind for next time, but also remember that you have the tools to get through this on your own if need be. All right?”

Thomas smiled for real this time, and took the shirt from Patton.

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OCs as Companions - Eva Lee - Fallout: New Vegas

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Basic info:

Race: Hispanic Gender: Female Affiliation: New Canaanites Role: Freelance treasure hunter Location: Courtyard, Sierra Madre Villa / The Strip Base SPECIAL: [S: 5] [P: 7] [E: 5] [C: 5] [I: 7] [A: 7] [L: 10] Tagged Skills: Speech, Energy Weapons, Lockpicking Perks: Black Widow, Fortune Finder, Miss Fortune Companion Perk: The Midas Touch - while Eva is a companion, the Courier finds twice the normal amount of bottle caps in containers.

 Eva Lee can be encountered for the first time in the courtyard of the Sierra Madre fighting a pair of Ghost People near a Sierra Madre Vending Machine. She is essential until the quest “Curtain Call at the Tampico” begins, at which time she will become hostile if Dean Domino is killed. If she is not killed, she will help the Courier escape with all thirty seven gold bars from the Sierra Madre Vault by adding a temporary perk that offers them unlimited inventory space for the duration of the “Heist of the Centuries” quest. Upon completion of this quest, she and Dean will be found talking by the fountain. Eva can now be recruited as a follower. 

Companion Comments:

Use Melee: “Getting personal, are we?” Use Ranged: “They’ll never know what hit ‘em.” Open inventory: “Don’t take too much. I earned this.” Stay close: “I’m right behind you, don’t you worry.”  Stay close: [already doing that]: “Any closer, darling, and we’ll need a room.” Keep distance: “I’m starting to have serious doubts about our relationship.” Keep distance [already doing that]: “How far back do you want me, exactly?” Be Passive: “I don’t mind letting you take the lead for a while.” Be Aggressive: “Don’t mind if I do.” Wait here: “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Follow me: “Aww, I missed you too.” Sneaking: “I knew I should’ve worn my other shoes.” “Let’s travel together”: “Finally! I’ve got some heists I saved just for you.” “Let’s travel together” (already have a companion): “No offense, but I’m none too keen on being your third wheel.” Leaving companion at the Lucky 38: “As long as it isn’t full of toxic mist and immortal freaks, I’m good.” “I wanted to ask you some questions”: “What’s eating you, darling?” “Tell me about yourself”: [First time] “Interested, are we?” [Subsequent asks] “I’m all yours.” “What do you think of the NCR?”: “Hah. Buncha kids playing soldier in everyone’s backyard. Can’t say I look on them too kindly, what with their taxes. Lost a good bit of treasure to those goons before I figured out how to dodge ‘em.” “What do you think of the Legion?”: “I suppose they’re the big bad boogeyman of the West, but some of those crimson fellas I’ve met seem downright pleasant. Seem to like pretty girls, at least, so they’re human enough. Could use a couple lessons on respect, but otherwise I don’t mind them too much.” “What do you think of Mr. House?”: “Ooh, the Mojave Mystery Man. [laughs] I can’t say I have an opinion. Long as he doesn’t try to run my life, I don’t much care about his.” “What do you know about Benny?”: “Seems like a strange one. But how can you not be when your boss and your best friend are television screens?” “What do you know about the platinum chip?”: “Sure is a pretty thing. I’m surprised I didn’t find anything like it in the Sierra Madre, but your man House said it was one of a kind. Don’t suppose you’d let me, ah… hold onto it for a while?” Death: “Blood… is that... mine...?”

Trivia and additional information:  Eva is scaled at 0.9 instead of the normal 1.0. She can be flirted with by male characters with or without the Lady Killer perk, though she will respond differently. Without the perk, she’ll remark that the Courier is “cute.” With the perk, she will find the Courier charming and will adopt a flirtier tone in future conversations. While she can be flirted with by a female Courier with the Cherchez La Femme perk, she will reply that she “never thought of [the Courier] that way,” but she respects the Courier regardless. Because of Eva’s relationship with Dean Domino, she will often reference him in her idle dialogue. When dismissed, she can occasionally be found wandering the Strip at his side.

Personal Quest Triggers:

1. The California Sunset Drive-In: “I wonder if they played Love Sets Sail here. I’d like to see it someday.”  2. The Aces Theater: “Vera Keyes used to sing on a stage like this one. She had a beautiful voice.”  3. New Vegas Medical Clinic, surgery room: “Vera Keyes was in so much pain before she died. And Dean never knew. She deserved better.” Giving Eva either Vera’s Dress or the Starlet Wig will trigger additional dialogue: “This… this belonged to Vera Keyes, didn’t it? Either that, or it looks like something she’d wear. I don’t know why you gave this to me, but… thank you.”

Personal Quest Description: Upon finding all three of Eva’s quest triggers, she will approach the Courier and sheepishly admit that she’s worried both she and Dean Domino are still clinging to Vera Keyes. She will ask the Courier to speak to Dean on her behalf, since he refuses to discuss Vera, saying, “He tells me she doesn’t matter as long as he has me, but the way he says it… I don’t know.” The Courier is then instructed to speak with Dean, who tells the Courier that Eva’s the one who can’t let go, saying, “She’s convinced she has to become Vera.” The Courier then faces a Speech check and a Perception check. Regardless of which is chosen, Dean begrudgingly admits his true feelings for Eva if the check is passed, effectively bypassing the next step of the quest. If neither check is chosen or successful, Dean brushes the Courier’s questions off and tells them to “show Eva Vera’s last bow,” which triggers the next phase of the quest. The next step in the quest, unless the Courier passes one of the dialogue checks above, directs the Courier to an abandoned movie theater in Outer Vegas where Love Sets Sail was about to premier. Souvenirs and memorabilia of Vera Keyes’ Hollywood career litter the theater in honor of the film, and Eva will collect all she can in awe. Once the location is cleared, Eva confesses that she feels like she left a part of herself in the Sierra Madre and has been trying to fill it with Vera, whom she so closely resembles. She asks the Courier for advice, and regardless of how the Courier answers, they return to Dean at the Lucky 38. Depending on how the Courier helped Eva, she and Dean will either reconcile and stay together or argue and drift apart.

Personal Quest Outcomes: The Courier can respond to Eva’s request for advice in one of three ways:

1. They can convince Eva that she never lost herself and should pursue her love of her role model, Vera Keyes. Eva’s default outfit will become Vera’s Dress and she will gain the perk “Beginning Again,” which grants her a bonus to defense when her health is below 50%. Her general tone in dialogue becomes more light-hearted and flirtatious, and she is found with Dean far less frequently if she is not the current companion. 2. The Courier can alternatively advise her that she doesn’t need to hold onto Vera Keyes just because of their resemblance, and that despite her traumatic experience in the Sierra Madre, she can heal and move on. The Courier can offer their support in the recovery whether or not either dialogue check with Dean Domino was passed, but if neither Dean nor the Courier support Eva, she will default to the previous outcome. If the Courier succeeds in convincing Eva to move on, her default outfit will become a unique version of gambler attire, and she will gain the perk “Letting Go,” which grants her an additional +10 to all damage resistances. 3. Lastly, the Courier can tell Eva that Dean is the one confusing her, not Vera, which leaves her conflicted and emotional. Her dialogue begins to sound more distant and sad, and she gains the perk “Clouded,” which gives her a 10% damage bonus and immunity to getting knocked out/dying while fighting ghouls.

Game Endings

Killed with Dean: Despite Eva Lee’s efforts to keep Dean Domino alive, the Courier got the better of them. Her last breath in the Sierra Madre was much the same as her first there: unfamiliar, choked by the Cloud, and tasting of bitter copper. Died elsewhere: Eva Lee, treasure hunter extraordinaire, survivor of the Sierra Madre Resort, companion to Courier Six, met her end in the Mojave Wasteland, surrounded by desert warmth and sandy winds. The final beat of her heart fell with pride, and she knew she would rest easy with her memories of the Sierra Madre. NCR Victory: As the NCR marched through New Vegas, Eva Lee knew her short time at the top was over. She left her suite at the Lucky 38 without a single item, preferring instead to rebuild her life from the ground up in a new land far from the government’s reach. Soon afterwards, rumors of a treasure hunter brave enough to conquer any pre-War ruin could be heard as far east as the Mississippi River. Legion Victory: Thanks to her quick thinking and clever tongue, Eva Lee managed to retain control of the New Vegas Strip as long as she gave Caesar’s Legion preferential treatment inside its walls. For Eva, the trade was more than acceptable, and she lived out the rest of her days in ultimate comfort at the top of the Lucky 38 as crimson banners flew beneath her windows. House Victory: No longer welcome in the Lucky 38, Eva Lee was forced to seek her home elsewhere. Rather than remaining in New Vegas, she decided to wander home to New Canaan... only she returned to find them slaughtered by the White Legs. Upon seeing this, she began roaming aimlessly, and she eventually met her death alone and unknown. Independent Victory: Eva Lee was allowed to keep her suite in the Lucky 38, and her fame skyrocketed thanks to her affiliation with the Courier. She loved having her name in lights, and she became one of the most influential figures in New Vegas with her shrewd communication skills and her quick thinking. Personal quest, Beginning Again: As Eva embraced her connection to Vera Keyes, her relationship with Dean Domino grew strained. Eventually, it shattered completely, leaving them both frustrated and lonely. Though bitter, Eva drew comfort from Vera’s strength in her final days, and made sure to live her life as she thought Vera would have wanted: to the fullest, with no regrets. Personal quest, Letting Go: With the help of her lover, Dean Domino, Eva finally began to heal from her traumatic experiences in the Sierra Madre. Unbeknownst to Dean, she helped him move on as well, and the duo grew ever closer as they shot to the top of the New Vegas social scene. Personal quest, Clouded/incomplete: With her heart still torn between her reverence of Vera Keyes and her love of Dean Domino, Eva never felt whole. One day, she simply vanished into the wasteland wearing Vera’s dress… and was never seen again.

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