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esta-elavaris · 1 year

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Fallen Through Time

Part Two [2,399 words]

[James Norrington/Modern!OC]

An AU of my completed, 400k+ word fanfic Catch the Wind [AO3], in which Elizabeth, not James, is the one to discover Theodora Byrne after she crash-lands into the world of Pirates of the Caribbean.

Because of the nature of the AU, there are certain parts that overlap with the main story, such as Theo’s reaction to waking up in a world she previously considered fictional. I’m doing what I can to gloss over those parts without skipping them entirely - I hope they don’t appear rushed, I just know that 99.99% of you will have read the main fic, so I don’t see the point in boring you with things you’ve already read 💜

Masterpost - Part One - *Part Two* [you’re here!]

Tag list [let me know if you want to be added!]: @missfronkensteen @dancerinthestorm @teawithshakespeare

When Theo next awoke, groped blindly about her and sighed in contentment when her fingers were met with bed covers, and she registered the pillow beneath her head. As far as dreams went, the one she’d had last night wasn’t the most eventful, but there was just something about it that made it the strangest. Vivid and hazy all in one - like she shouldn’t be able to remember it upon waking. Inhaling deeply, she turned her head to the side and buried her face in the pillow. And that was when she paused.

It felt…strange. And it smelled different, too - a heavier floral scent than her own fabric softener, or even the grassy smell that clung to her camping gear regardless of how deeply she cleaned it. Still too hazy to do much more than huff her annoyance at the mystery, she inhaled deeply and stretched out like a cat. It was at that point where a few different things all happened at once, every single one of them dragging her by her hair into a jolting wakefulness. The strange, foreign covers stuck to her skin as she stretched - aggravating the burns that had no business being there - her hands met with a wooden headboard that she did not own, and a voice spoke a few feet to the side. An English voice, one that she’d previously only heard in movies.

“Miss Byrne? Are you awake? Theodo…Theodora?” her name was said hesitantly, like she wasn’t sure she was getting it right “Can you hear me?”

Theo’s eyes flew open, but unlike last time, she didn’t start. She couldn’t. It was like being trapped beneath the weight of sleep paralysis, such was how weak she felt. All she could do was stir feebly, and stare - primarily at Elizabeth fucking Swann, who had rushed to sit on the edge of the bed, beautiful, concerned, and very much real.

“You mustn’t panic,” Elizabeth met her gaze intently, resting a hand atop hers “Do you know where you are?”

In a four poster bed of which the curtains and the bedding had more bright blue fauna and flora on it than any wilderness she’d ever camped out in. Beyond that, she couldn’t say. A shake of her head had the woman continuing.

“You are in Port Royal. My name is Elizabeth Swann, my father is governor here - you’re in our home. I’ve been watching over you for some time…along with the maids, and the physician, of course.”

She barely heard the words over the thrumming of her own blood in her ears. It was difficult to listen to much of anything upon waking up in a reality that didn’t bloody well exist.

“Thank you,” Theo rasped.

Speaking now hurt almost as much as it had last time, and Elizabeth took pity on her then, leaning towards the bedside table to take up a teacup before encouraging her to sit up, and holding it to her lips. It contained not tea, thankfully, nor water, but milk - incredibly sweet milk. Theo, however, was more concerned with how Elizabeth went about all of this like an utterly seasoned nursemaid, and not a woman who had been raised in luxury.

“Milk and honey,” Elizabeth explained, unprompted “We’ve been drip-feeding you with it for days to try and keep your strength up. It appears we were only somewhat successful.”

“Days?”

“Three of them. The physician assured us that it was good - that the rest meant you were healing. Truth be told, it was probably better that you weren’t conscious while the worst of the burns were tended to. We were rather more successful in managing those.”

Her words explained why the sheets had stuck to her - a glance at her arms found that the loose, flowing sleeves of the ornate white nightgown she’d been dressed in had been rolled up, and some sort of sticky salve had been applied to her still very pink skin.

“Thank you,” she said slowly - for lack of much else to say, although the physical mechanics of talking were easier now, leaving her only to deal with the mental ones “I’m sorry if I’ve been a pain.”

The furrow in Elizabeth’s brow was more confused than anything else, so she rephrased it - this time doing her best to channel the voice she used to use for essays back in her high school days.

“I’m sorry if I’ve been an imposition,” she clarified.

“Not at all. You hardly chose to end up where you did, did you?”

Her dark eyes lingered on her as she returned the teacup to the bedside table, hinting at the fact that the question was not an entirely rhetorical one.

“Can’t say that I did,” Theo answered honestly “I’m sorry - can you help me sit up? Talking like this is…it’s a bit awkward.”

“Only if you agree to stop apologising,” she replied drily.

It took a few moments, but soon she was sitting up and feeling just a little bit less awkward for it. Although part of her was sure her heart was pounding so hard in her chest that Elizabeth could definitely hear it.

“How was it that you came to be washed up on that beach?” Elizabeth questioned “You must forgive me for prying so readily, but it’s a question that has hardly left my mind since I first found you, and you’ve not been in much of a state to answer it until now. A shipwreck?”

Theo nodded “My memory is foggy. But it must’ve been.”

How else did one end up washed up on a beach? She wasn’t a sodding whale, it didn’t just happen.

“Where were you sailing?”

That was a tricky one to answer. Port Royal had long since been claimed by the sea back home, but Theo knew it was in Jamaica. If she gave an answer of an island that was too near - Cuba, or Haiti - it might be no big deal for them to ship her off there. No matter how fucked she currently was (that was pending a real, cohesive assessment, but she’d wager she sat somewhere between ‘utterly’ and ‘well and truly’ on the fucked spectrum), she at least knew the people here. In some way or another. Elizabeth looked so very young, sitting here beside her. Wide-eyed and cheerful. If she really was here, in this sodding fictional land, and not being held hostage by some psychotic Keira Knightley lookalike, she knew the events that would soon happen, too. The same could not be said for Haiti or Cuba.

“America- er, the…new world.”

Elizabeth’s eyebrows rose somewhat “That’s hundreds of leagues north.”

“Our ship was forced off-course by pirates, and then dragged further off-course by a terrible storm. I suspect the tide did the rest of the work in dragging me here.”

It spoke to how much of a toll her ordeal - the real one, the one that she couldn’t even begin to make up the details of - had taken on her that she was out of breath just by sitting and talking. Elizabeth continued to watch her, her hands clasped amongst her skirts as she tried to steady her breathing again. The sympathy was back on her face, but it was joined by something else. Suspicion? Not the malevolent kind - not yet, anyway. But the sort a parent might have on their face as their kid insists that they have no idea how the cookies in the jar vanished.

“That’s unfortunate,” she said finally, lowering her gaze.

“Imagine how it looks from where I’m sitting,” Theo replied drily.

That earned her a small smile. Which was probably how she was caught off-guard when Elizabeth reached into the folds of her skirts and produced a black leather wallet. One that was a hell of an anachronism in these parts.

“No,” she said “It’s unfortunate because you’re not telling me the truth.”

Theo knew then that if her burns would allow her to pale, her face would be the same shade as the nightgown she wore. Even if her pallor didn’t show her fear, she knew her eyes did, for Elizabeth rested a hand atop her shin over the overs.

“If what I can glean from this is true, I suspect I cannot blame you for being dishonest with me now,” she said quietly, eyes locked intently on hers “But I must know, or else I cannot help.”

Well. Shit.

****

Three Days Earlier

With her father apprised of the situation, and a footman sent to Fort Charles in order to inform the men of Elizabeth’s discovery, she was left with the maids to take care of their new guest. The woman - Theodora Byrne, if she’d heard correctly - was determined not to make it easy for them. While still mostly on her feet (so long as she had something to cling to), Elizabeth suspected she was not quite present. If she didn’t know the truth of the matter, she’d have thought she was drunk. Where she previously talked in rasping slurs, now she didn’t appear able to piece together a single sentence at all, her eyes fluttering even as they manoeuvred her up the stairs, each step an arduous process.

When they finally got her to the blue bedroom, sweat beaded on Elizabeth’s brow - but it positively poured off of their new charge. They finally got her sitting down atop the bed, but every time they made to start undressing her, she would bat their hands away and insist on doing it herself, in private. It was an insistence that Elizabeth would have ordinarily understood, but under these circumstances, and with her utter inability to even undo the ties of the apron they’d knotted around her waist in an attempt to preserve her honour, it was very tiresome.

They’d relented, though, and Elizabeth stepped out of the room with Estrella, both listening with thinned, concerned lips to the sound of her stumbling about the room. Finally, after the clatter of china suggested she’d bumped into the dressing table in the corner, Elizabeth lost much of her patience and turned to her maid.

“Go downstairs and have the cook make some honeyed milk. Perhaps a broth, too, if Miss Byrne is able to take some. Water, also, we shall need water. After that, go to my own rooms and fetch a hairbrush, and a dressing gown. Oh, and a selection of books. I suspect she’ll be bed bound for some time.”

If she were being entirely honest, she knew they’d have need for less than half of what she’d just ordered. It was listed primarily to keep the maid out of the way, so that perhaps their charge would allow Elizabeth to help if it were only she who tried. Estrella nodded and all but fled, and Elizabeth waited until she turned the corner of the corridor to duck back into the room - only after giving a knock that was not answered.

Theodora Byrne was sprawled atop the floral bed-covers, the apron at her waist a jumble of knots, still fully dressed - including even her strange boots. Elizabeth sighed. At least if she was unconscious, she would not refuse help. She only hoped she would not be too cross when she awoke to find herself changed. The nightgown they’d already set aside for her was a puddle on the floor - it looked like she’d tried to pull it on over what she already wore, failed, and then gave up entirely.

That failure was likely a good thing, too, for the strange fabric of her underthings had grown stiff and unforgiving as wood thanks to the saltwater that had lapped at her while she lay unconscious. The clothing took Elizabeth a little time to figure out, but figure it out she did, unbuttoning and pulling down the strange denim smalls before casting them aside (noting the pocketbook that had been wedged into one of the four pockets the garment boasted, and setting it aside for later)…only to find she wore yet more smallclothes beneath her smallclothes. An Irish custom? A matter of religion, perhaps? Were she Catholic, as many Irish supposedly were, it was likely she’d have some strange habits.

The upper portion of her body was much easier to deal with, and the extent of her burns was made glaringly obvious once Elizabeth was able to compare it to the pale skin that had been shielded by her clothing. Sympathy welled in her heart at the sight of it - for she didn’t envy the healing process she was likely to spend the next few weeks going through, and these were only the hurts they could see. At least, she resolved, they may help her with that. She wasn’t in the habit of dressing and undressing others like a maid, so she was fully invested now.

Theodora hardly stirred as Elizabeth cast aside the remaining clothing and then gathered up the fabric of the nightgown into her hands. This part would be most awkward of all. Leaning forward, she encouraged the other women to sit up so she could pull the garment over her head…and then a burst of green across her back caught her gaze. Then orange, and streaks of…black? Elizabeth felt like she had stopped breathing entirely.

Rolling the barely-conscious woman over with not as much care as she probably should have, she stared in disbelief at the tattoo that sprawled across an entire quarter of her back. It was unlike any tattoo she’d ever seen - not on the rougher of the sailors who came into port for trade, and not even like the ones dotted across the pirates that were hanged at Fort Charles. Certainly not ever on any woman. These were not crude little cartoons, this was…well, it was almost art. Like someone had used watercolour paints on her very skin.

The woman huffed as if stirring, and Elizabeth rushed to make quick work of dressing her and hauling her into the bed - by which point she’d almost soaked her own dress in sweat, her hair quite deflated and awry. The pocketbook remained where she’d set it aside on the bedside table. Without hesitation, she took it up, confused at how something so small might hold anything of monetary value, but not allowing that dilemma to slow her down. She needed answers, and it seemed to be the only thing in any state to offer any.

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rainbows-fanfics · 3 months

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Help Unwanted (Chapter 13)

Summary: After losing the Pirate, Deacon is unwillingly paired with a partner to help with his job. The only problem is - they can't stand each other, and time is dwindling until he can re-capture all his lost prisoners.

Human AU of the Armada from Pirate101.

Pairings: Deacon/Queen!Deacon, Deacon/OC

Dea clenched and unclenched her hands as this news sank in the room. It felt like the temperature had dipped again and a new chill settled on her skin. She tore her eyes away and swallowed. This was not how she imagined this conversation would play out. She thought their prisoners would be held behind bars to serve their time in Valencia for their committed crimes. But now she learned they were interrogated and tortured for information.

..Why did that make her feel sick?

She attempted to call his bluff. “You’re lying.”

He wouldn’t dispute it because there was nothing to disprove. Still. She hoped he would appease her regardless. But she was not that lucky.

"It’s a part of my job that I don’t talk about.”

“...But that can’t be.” She tried to keep her voice steady. The pain in her head was coming back at a cruel time. “I know the Armada do unsavory things, but I didn’t picture you doing them...”

He tilted his head curiously. “Do you think I’m not capable?”

“Anyone is capable. It depends if they're willing to do it.”

She crossed her arms and fixed him with a challenging stare. He was not intimidated in the slightest.

“I do everything I can to obtain the information we need. I don’t do it because I like it. I do it because that is what is expected of me.”

Her eyes searched his mask. To hear that the man she worked with was the same one physically inflicting this pain on others…She’d heard the Armada was involved in dirty business, but she thought such things were carried out by people… less than the Elite. She hadn’t viewed Deacon as a threat - she learned he was a mildly-tempered man. But knowing that he tortured people…

…

…That was what was expected of him? What did his job entail, exactly?

Dea suddenly felt defenseless. If he was capable of this, then he was damn-well able to do things to her, too. Queen assured her he was a good man, but she neglected to mention he was capable of mindless violence.

Her mind began to spiral. She thought of all the nights they had slept together in the same room. At any point, he could’ve easily restrained her and questioned who she was. She would've had no other choice but to cave in. He could've gotten all the answers he wanted through physical means.

…Her subconscious dutifully reminded her that he didn't.

A painful ache formed in Dea's head from all this mental fretting. She wished she could have learned this without a concussion. She covered her mask with her hands and groaned. Deacon grew concerned.

“Are you alright?”

She held up a hand to reassure him. He didn't push it. She moved her arms to hug herself in a sudden need of comfort. Her voice was quiet.

“...What is it like?"

It took him a few seconds to realize what she was asking. His voice gave nothing away. "I won't talk about it."

"I don't want to know anything confidential. I just…" She looked to the floor. "..Want to know if it's hard for you."

She wished to know how he felt doing these things. Did he enjoy their pain? Or was it something he despised? He said it was part of his job that he was expected - and possibly forced - to do. If the process was difficult for him, he shouldn’t bear that burden alone. Something tapped the tiles and caught her attention. Deacon had rearranged his cane into his other hand.

"This is nothing you need to worry about."

"Why not? Do I not have the right to know what happens to those we are capturing?"

"Your involvement is limited. The moment we’re done arresting them, you are dismissed from this mission. Anything that happens afterwards is my obligation, not yours."

She fell silent. He continued, "-These are *my* prisoners. And I will see to it that my duties are fulfilled once and for all."

"So you’ll question and beat them until they tell you what you want?" It was a rhetorical question and she knew it. She chewed the inside of her cheek. "...But what if they are innocent? If they know nothing about this 'pirate haven'?"

"They have been rightfully convicted with full evidence against them. These are not 'random scum' I have chosen willy-nilly."

"..."

Dea didn't know what to say. It was so much to take in. And really - she had no place to argue, what with this being * his * situation that she merely stepped into. She wondered if she would've agreed to this operation if she knew everything that was happening.

…Torture was wrong. But she personally knew a few men who deserved that pain. Who she would love to see suffer. She pictured Deacon bringing justice this way in her mind. *Someone* had to teach these degenerates a lesson, after all. Now she didn’t feel so bothered by the prospect anymore.

But she was still conflicted.

The door opened and her nurse peeked in to announce that visiting hours were closing. The spymaster stood to his feet once they were alone. He faced Dea and tapped his fingers on his cane thoughtfully.

"What are your favorite flowers?" He prompted.

Despite the earlier tension, his co-captain let out an airly chuckle. She rested her head in her hand. "Why? Were you thinking of getting me some?"

"Yes. But…you've never mentioned your favorite."

She smiled under her mask. "Lobelias."

He tilted his mask ever so slightly. "Interesting," He remarked.

"I don't know if they're that popular here in Valencia, but we used to have them in our garden at home." Her heart ached as a feeling of reminiscence washed over her. She sighed. "But…tulips are also lovely."

"Noted. Buona notte."

He wasn't sure what else to do but take his leave. As he departed, he took one last glance at the trench coat hidden behind Dea and exhaled sadly.

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That night, Deacon was where most Armada soldiers shouldn't be. But he was one of the few who had full clearance here, and he was going to use that to his advantage.

He’d been here months ago when he was first assigned a partner. He spent hours scouring through classified documents and checking the Armada’s files for any information about her. He made little progress that day; it infuriated him to waste so much time. But now he had a lead and he wasn’t going to waste this opportunity.

Reyna.

It wasn’t hard to find his way past redacted Armada memorandums. The difficult part was * knowing * what material was obscured - and if he had that information, he could easily locate the original document. His search tonight went much easier than his last. Before the Emissary knew it, he was holding a confidential stack of papers containing everything that he wanted to know.

As he went to open the folder, he paused. Was he doing the right thing?

He’d held back long enough. If he had been really dedicated to finding Dea’s identity, he would’ve returned here the second he learned she was from Monquista. He could’ve cashed in on a few favors owed to him there, taken a look at their army’s records. But he’d been focused on his mission; too preoccupied with staying on Kane’s good side to do any more personal digging. But with her admittance, he could search to his heart’s delight.

He had waited, which proved fortunate. He held back long enough to learn Dea’s true name directly from her lips - albeit accidentally. Which made what he was doing all the more contentious. But she didn’t have to know . No one did. He had practice hiding things and acting on the down-low. It helped that he was an Elite and had authorization to do most of these things. If what he was doing was ever discovered, most Armada officers were more than willing to look away.

He opened the folder.

---- Obtaining the lobelias was a little time-consuming, but it didn’t matter. He had time to waste, so what was a day hunting down a vendor in possession of them? It turns out they were beloved in Valencia, since the rich regularly decorated the outside of their mansions with hanging baskets of the flowers. But that meant most were out of stock, and that’s where Deacon’s little hunt began. He still managed to procure a bouquet with little problem, and wrote Dea’s name on a small tag in neat handwriting.

He was stopped when Queen heard of what he was doing and she insisted he’d take her own arrangement with him. It mainly consisted of zinnias, to lament her temporary absence in the Armada, with chrysanthemums and crocuses. When he dropped them off at the hospital, he felt he had been overshadowed by Queen’s bountiful assortment.

. . .

When that was done, he was faced with the same dilemma as before. Even though he visited Dea and made sure she was well, he still had to captain his ship alone and strategize by himself. It didn’t make a difference, really - he’d done this for years and managed well on his own. But he was missing her input, her small comments on how repetitive his schemes were and how he needlessly wrote every tiny detail down.

He felt...incomplete. This was not a feeling he experienced before, which meant he had to accept the difficult fact that—

He missed Dea.

To cope with this realization, he sought out his journal every time he thought about her. Her mattress in the cabin was vacant, but all of her belongings were still there. The room even lingered of her perfume. Soon his back pages were full of Dea’s habits that he knew, what foods she liked, and the lyrics to the songs she sang around him.

On his less favorable nights, much like this one where he was deep in thought, he scribbled down the name ‘Reyna’ , followed by what he found in those documents. He learned a few interesting things about her past, but it all felt like an incomplete puzzle.

It turns out she wasn’t a transfer at all. She’d been discharged from the Monquistan army for ‘insubordination’ , and had a list of misdemeanors on her record. But he couldn’t find what she had been accused of, and all of her superiors used codenames to hide their identities. Deacon recognized the work of someone intentionally covering their tracks, and had the strongest feeling that was going on here. He just wasn’t sure if it was Dea herself, or someone else outside of this equation.

It just…didn’t make sense.

Yes, Dea was a little difficult. She talked back and asserted herself when she could. But she followed orders and expressed nothing but loyalty to the Armada. She never worked against their mission and had no issue when it came to capturing prisoners from her homeland. It was hard to picture his co-captain as a troublemaker.

Not to mention, the Armada’s standards were strict, and would not willingly recruit anyone with a bad history. There was no statement of her request ever being denied, but surely her records had to have been accessed? Knowing Queen was behind Dea’s promotion, he wondered if she had a helping hand in her enlistment as well.

And if she did… why? Queen was the second-in-command of the Armada. She had the authority to do as she pleased, but she was also stern. She had high expectations like any other upper-hand did. She would not let a disobedient soldier work alongside an Elite like him.

Deacon dropped his pen and sighed, sitting back in his chair. His thoughts returned to the day he was called into his father’s office and presented with a proposition. Kane himself said Dea had no “records of negligence ” - had he lied? Or was that a true statement, and Dea’s misconduct was elsewhere? The Supreme Commander had the final say in all decisions regardless of Queen's input. Which meant he must have personally approved of Dea himself.

He could not ask Queen about it because then that would reveal he was snooping around Armada records again, and she might not appreciate this with Dea, knowing how she felt about the girl. And Kane would be upset to learn he was avoiding his mission and fretting over such trifles. The spymaster regretted looking at those papers, because now he had more questions than answers.

Why couldn’t this be easy, and he could simply ask Dea about it? She was secretive of her past, and now Deacon had a clue as to why. But what could she be hiding? How much was there that he didn’t know? And why did that bother him so much?

He leaned forward and grabbed his pen again, letting out an exhausted breath. In a fit of frustration, he wrote down the words:

I miss her.

#pirate101 #p101 #help unwanted #fanfiction #pirate101 deacon #queen!deacon #fanfic

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shivunin · 4 months

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Ooooh! For the Character Creation ask…

4, 12, 15 and 19, for as many of your ladies you'd wish to answer :3

Thank you, Arja! 💗I think I'll answer for a handful for each!

Wow, I had a lot more to say about that first one than I expected haha. Sorry for the excessive length!

(OC Creation Ask Game)

4. In developing their backstory, what elements of the world they live in played the most influential parts?

Wen: The alienage, absolutely. I think growing up there shaped so much of who she is that she could not have become herself under any other circumstances. I have other OCs who I think would have been the same regardless of where they lived (Maria, Emmaera, Jesse), but Wen is only Wen because of the Denerim Alienage and everything that happened to her there.

Maria: The magic system, especially healing magic. I think a lot about how magic in Thedas works (and obviously canon is very contradictory in some respects) and I think the fact that the healing tree is specifically spirit healing is very interesting. I like thinking about the sort of academicized specializations in the Circles and whatever bootleg version of that Malcolm passed on to his children, too. We see so many variations of magic and how it's used between Morrigan, Merrill, Wynne, Solas, and Vivienne that it's clear there are a lot of applications, variations, and extrapolations on magic even beyond the combat-focused reality of the medium (it is, in the end, a video game largely about fighting). Anyways! For Maria, how magic works (or doesn't) was a lot of her development. Also the class system and politics of Kirkwall in that first scene...Given my own background, the idea of having to bribe someone into finding somewhere safe to live really struck me.

All of my Lavellans are largely shaped by what I knew about the Dalish when I first started writing fic (not having played Origins until well after, for example), but I was struck by different aspects of their role thereof during their development:

Elowen: The pressure of being raised to leadership and knowing that you'll eventually be the Keeper of all the people around you. I think Elowen always wanted to be perfect for her clan because she didn't believe that failure was an option, hence giving up the position of First right before Inquisition starts. The fate of the clan is so dire if you (the player) make the slightest mistake, and since she was my first Lavellan I thought a lot about what that meant beyond the structure of the game. When the position of the Dalish is often so precarious, how do you live knowing your mistakes could cost them all their lives? That's a lot for one person to bear.

Emmaera: The sheer amount of history lost to the Dalish. The game presents so many sites from the elves from before and after the fall of Arlathan and (again, given my background--this time specifically my degree) I imagined someone who embraced those moments of exploration we see in Inquisition. Also, when writing her I thought a lot about what it means to be the sort of figurehead the Inquisitor must be. How do you find meaning in life after being the savior of the world? How do you feel successful in something like...having a home or making dinner? So, I guess, the scale of Inquisition and what it would mean to leave that behind.

Salshira: The insular nature of the clan. I grew up in a very small town and everyone knew everyone else's business all the time, so that's what I was thinking of when I was first defining elements of her character. Also, of course, some of the mysterious role the Fade plays in the games---though of course I pushed the boundaries of canon a bit there since I first wrote her in a soulmate AU.

As for my non-DA characters...

Jesse: When I started writing Jesse as a distinct character, I was thinking a lot about how human culture is depicted as very homogenous in the Mass Effect series, and how I don't like that haha. Her character is also shaped by how I think government actions like Jump Zero would be received by what we'd consider disprivileged communities today/ how I imagine my grandmother and aunts would perceive something like biotics (a shuttle crash near their fields is how Jesse's mother was exposed to Eezo). Anyways, "accidents" creating a group of people with essentially superpowers that can then be kidnapped off to a special "school" and then put in the army Alliance is uh...definitely shady. Which is why her family lives somewhere too remote for her to get identified as a biotic until various backstory events land her in the city. So, short answer: Eezo and Jump Zero and biotics in general.

Tav: The oaths of a paladin being the source of their power. Also, I picked the Guild Artisan background for her because it gave me bonuses I liked and then I was too fascinated by the idea of a guild artisan paladin to not figure out how the hell she ended up in this position. What could she possibly believe in so hard that it gave her access to divine power?

12. What have you found to be most difficult about creating art for your OC (any form of art: writing, drawing, edits, etc.)?

Lately? Finding the motivation and time haha. But in general...

Elowen: I first wrote Elowen when I was extremely sad, and writing her was a way of figuring out how to find meaning in (what felt like) meaninglessness. I have the hardest time writing her when my mental health is good, somewhat ironically.

Maria: Writing her for myself, actually. I know other people enjoy her, so at some point in every fic for her I become hyper-aware of how it might be perceived and then I stop enjoying writing it. Alas.

Jesse: Canon. I really don't like writing fic contrary to canon and Mass Effect is essentially a dating sim to me lol. So I don't have as solid a grasp on all the background/lore and looking things up takes foreeeeever when I'm already in the middle of writing.

15. What is something about your OC that makes you laugh?

Arianwen: My dog hates being wet. If he dips one little paw into water, he runs back to safety and shakes his whole body until he's absolutely sure he won't be wet again. When I have to bathe him in the sink, he stares at me in betrayal the whole time and makes the saddest, tiniest squeaking noise. Wen is like that about handling other people's emotions and it makes me laugh

Emmaera: Her duality? Idk that I make this very explicit a lot of the time, but she is a cute, absentminded academic with dandelion fluff hair who went on a murderous vigilante rampage through Darktown at great personal cost. Someone sent me the "I can be your angle...or yuor devil" meme about her once and I am still laughing about it

Maria: Her lack of impulse control/sense of humor in general

19. What is your favorite fact about your OC?

Had a hard time defining "favorite fact" so here are just some fun facts:

Arianwen: Used to save half her dinner for the strays until her dad made her stop. That's when she started to figure out how to be sneaky--so she could steal food to feed her street pets.

Maria: She is the one who taught Carver how to read. Some of the time, he was in a headlock for it.

Elowen: In the "canon" version of her story, she names her spirit blade "singer" in elven because she likes its hum.

Emmaera: Used to go to ruins with her father and mimic his actions before she understood them. She used to very seriously dust bits of rock clean to look at the patterns on them, even when there wasn't really anything to see.

Salshira: Actually, my favorite aspect of her is that once she feels she is safe and welcomed and loved, Salshira turns the full force of her charm to protecting the people she cares about. And I love that someone who never felt that she could genuinely herself never has to be that person around people she distrusts. Instead. she is able to use that same skill (being charming, being a chameleon is a skill) to look out for others instead of herself. And that is actually my favorite fact about her.

#ask game #arianwen tabris #maria hawke #elowen lavellan #emmaera lavellan #salshira lavellan #jesse shepard #tav tag #thank you for asking!!!

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beantothemax · 1 year

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Hi Bean!! Got a Castitio fic for you, as compensation for the Elena fic, the angst I have and will send about my OC octopath au and the Trousseau fic I will send later today :3

The sun shone through the crack in the curtain. As its rays hit the sleeping couple, Castti stirred in her sleep. She opened her eyes, first noticing her splitting headache, then Partitio asleep beside her.

"... What was I doing?" she muttered.

A sharp stinging pain in her temple suddenly arose. She lifted her hand to head to see what it was, but felt a bandage rather than a wound.

"Partitio!" she shook him, "Partitio!"

He woke up with a groan, "what is it, honey?"

"Why do I have bandages on my head?" she asked.

Partitio blinked several times before he sat up and processed what was going on around him.

"Oh, that 'cause ya' fainted and hit yer head on a table. Wasn't there myself, but Nikki brought ya' here and said ya' overworked yourself."

"I did?"

"Yeah, I was scared for ya' but I could hardly say I was surprised. With how much ya' work, it was only a matter of time before somethin' like this happened," he said.

Castti glared at him but he laughed and her face softened. She couldn't stay mad at him, as he was right and he did at least bandage her wound.

He climbed out of bed and quickly got dressed.

"Yesterday I told mister Roque I'd take the day of to take care of ya', so I've got all the time in the world to spoil ya' and make sure ya' rest an' recover," he said with a big smile.

Castti never liked being spoiled. She was always the one to pamper and care for her friends, but now she had finally been put into a situation where she couldn't refuse.

She crawled back under the covers and stared at the wall as she started to nod off again. Half an hour later, Partitio returned with a plate of pancakes, bacon, eggs and raspberries. He was careful to wake her gently. She sat up, the headache returning again.

"Does this breakfast have herbs for a headache?" she chuckled.

"Nope, have it here though," he smiled, handing her a glass with a murky green water.

Its scent was very familiar, one Castti had smelled hundreds of times before, though something was just a bit off.

"Did you look through my medicine book for this?" she asked.

"Yep, I think I did pretty well," Partitio smiled.

"Did you test it on yourself?"

"No, I'm not that dumb."

"Good, because you mixed in the wrong herb. You were supposed to use western morning glory leaves, you used kachen leaves, which turns this mixture into a laxative, rather than a headache relief," she laughed.

"Oh," Partitio's face quickly became red as a rose.

"The pancakes look nice though," she quickly added.

Usually, she could be blunt when one of the members of Eir's apothecaries made such a mistake, but Partitio was a bit more sensitive than them. He always became embarrassed when finding out he made a mistake, regardless of what it was.

Castti cut a piece off, taking a bite. Any feeling of pain or fatigue she previously had faded away in an instant. She'd had many pancakes before, but Partitio's were always different, far better than even the best chef's.

"Ya like 'em?" he asked.

"They're divine," she said as she took several more bites.

"That's reassuring, I didn't taste test 'em."

The fact that he didn't even have to taste and adjust the batter made their quality even more impressive.

She cut the next piece, holding the fork up to his lips, "try them, I think you've mastered the art of making pancakes."

Partitio bit the piece, nodding as he swallowed.

"Eh, could be a little sweeter," he said.

"Come on, you know they're perfect," Castti smiled.

"Doesn't matter what I think, as long as ya' like 'em, then I'm happy," he smiled, taking the fork from her hand.

Partitio cut and fed her the rest of the food, and for once, Castti didn't complain that he wanted to spoil her.

AAAAA THIS IS SO SWEET…. partitio spoiling castti is amazing perfect 10/10 I love it

PARTITIO ACCIDENTALY MAKING A LAXATIVE HAD ME LAUGHING FOR LIKE A MINUTE he’s doing his best!!!!!

the uh. promises of a trousseau angst fic is both exicting and worrying.

#asks #pie-knight #inbox fic

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villainessprefect · 1 year

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OC x Canon Week 2023 - Day 4: cuddling / western AU / "take me with you!"

summary: an accidental first time cuddling?? plz help Idia k? thx. on the shorter side bcuz I was a bit busy today

ship: IdiaVale (idia/gn!oc)

@theocxcanonweek

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Idia's body is stiff. Lying flat on his back he feels like a piece of wood waiting to be picked up by a main character. Unfortunately for him, he's already been picked up and equipped. All he can do is take in a sharp, shaky breath as he stares down at the one who has their grip on him.

Vale has their arms wrapped around him, keeping a slight hold on his body. A leg is lazily placed over his, which has a weaker hold but it's still one nonetheless. Their head rests against his chest, right above his heart. With the way it's beating erratically, it's a miracle that they haven't woken up from this heart attack of his!

This isn't an unwanted event, but it is one that he didn't have time to prepare for. The last thing he remembers was crawling into bed after them and then waking up...like this.

His body trembles at his latest position. Unnecessary fears rise the longer he remains awake. He should just go back to sleep but it feels impossible to do so at the moment. Any move he makes could unlock a bad ending, right? If he wakes them up it's totally a game over screen.

So, he has to remain like the equipped item he's meant to be. Still and in the arms of the real hero. It's all easier said than done. He wants to move, just a bit to get comfortable too.

Idia gulps and casts his gaze back to Vale. He can't see their face, not without moving but he can easily imagine how peaceful their sleeping. They tend to fall asleep before him which leads to him getting the best CGs of his life! Now it seemed that all his stealthy snapshots were coming back to haunt him. He had a price to pay and the fates were making sure he paid in full.

A slim arm is free from their hold. It can't do much when his whole body is captured but he's granted some freedom. It feels awkward to have it extended out for a lengthy time period. If he can move it to a more comfortable position then maybe, just maybe, he can have a chance at going back to sleep.

His arm hovers in the air, uncomfortably so. Fingers twitch as if trying to do some sort of combo as he hesitates on his next move. Reassuring himself that he can level up rather than game over only makes this challenge that much harder.

Another breath is taken. He shuts his eyes and bites down on his lip. A whine nearly escapes him. His hand finally falls onto their back. It's a gentle landing, the clothes on their back protecting them from his touch.

And nothing happens.

Vale doesn't wake up angry or upset. They remain asleep. A nervous grin inches onto his face. He definitely passed this round!

"Level up~!" He hums and is quick to hold his breath.

Seconds pass and their breathing doesn't change. He forgets how careful he needs to be. The difficulty only goes up from here, doesn't it? Especially with the next attempt...

His other hand begins to twitch. There's even more limited movement, but he can have his arm rest over his body. His hand ends up hovering over theirs. This time there are no clothes to protect their skin from his repulsive touch.

It's not like they haven't held hands before. It took some time to get used to but it's a comforting feeling. But that is when their both conscious and silent affirmations are made between them. Despite knowing the answer, Idia likes to ask for permission beforehand. Having his fingers run over their skin without it feels like he's taking a big step.

He ends up squeezing their hand like he does when their awake. Thankfully, they don't wake. Either he's really lucky or Vale is out cold for the night. Regardless, he's happy that they haven't woken up because of him.

His body begins to relax against his bed. It melts into the mattress as it normally does. Part of him still feels tense but not as strongly when he first woke up. His heart beat steadies out and Idia manages to take in a silent breath.

Sleep won't come easy, but for once he feels like it might.

#oc x canon week #twisted wonderland #twst oc #idia shroud #twisted wonderland oc #oc x canon #idia shroud x oc #ignihyde #cuddling #vale

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0soul0 · 2 years

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-- Info --

General information about what Soul is, how he came to be, and how he branches from/differs from the Corruption Mod itself.

Disclaimer: I will state plainly and clearly that I understand some people do not like the Corruption Mod or are a little scared of it. Most of the time, I do not refer to the Corruption Mod itself, but in situations I do I will refer to it in the past tense. Soul can exist separately from it, but when it does get brought up it is in the past; theoretically, this is after the Corruption Mod is all over. Soul can exist separately from this mod and you do not need to know anything about it. All you need to know is his appearance and what I have written on this blog itself. Thank you!

p.s. for my crossover and OC buddies, Friday Night Funkin’ as a whole is modern fantasy and modern sci-fi. Pleeeeaaaase I wanna rp with you so bad you don’t have to sing or make your character sing, roleplays will not be about singing if you don’t want them to be!! I love you let’s rp

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What is he?:

So. Soul Boyfriend is a raw personification of Boyfriend’s soul, and as such is very intense with however BF thinks or feels. Essentially, he is a version of BF's inner-most desires and emotions, also why he is a little bigger and sounds more mature than BF: he most likely desires these things deep down.

He's very narcissistic and madly cares about anyone BF is in love with or cares about. He has BF's best interest in mind regardless of if BF agrees with or supports him, but also will consider the best interests of those he cares about. However, just because he considers your interests does not mean he will actually care about them. In the end, he will do what he sees best, although he is not unreasonable this can cause him to be seen as ‘evil’ because he will make Boyfriend fight to get motivated. Basically, he doesn’t care if BF or you agree with what he’s doing, if he believes it’s the best interest, he’s going to do it unless you can stop him in some way. Soul will do whatever it takes to match his own ideals and keep you safe. Much unlike Boyfriend in his regular state. Boyfriend does not fear things normally. His form is 'demonic' because that is an inner aesthetic BF has grown to love, but he is not truly a demon: he is a soul. He has fangs, claws, a prehensile tail, and his hair is starting to take on a horn shape much like his original sources that sparked his creation and separation from BF: The Dearest’s. Creation and separation: In non-corrupt au’s/post-corruption au’s, his creation was triggered by the supernatural aura that Boyfriend is getting continuously exposed to fighting all of these demonic entities and supernatural bosses. Ergo, he is a chimera of multiple sources of power, including demons of high rank, demons of low rank, entities, monsters, et cetera. He is not all-powerful but an ever-growing enigma that happened to have the right combination of auras and energies to trigger his sentience and ability to separate from Boyfriend. You could theoretically consider him a member of any species he has energy from that fueled his creation. He will always be Boyfriend's soul, though. Existing uses up valuable energy. Every time you see him outside of BF’s body, he is using energy to be able to do so. Moving. Using his skills and abilities. Lifting more weight than he has to. All of this uses energy. Any time he is near you, he may be unknowingly or knowingly taking energy from you. Especially supernatural and non-human beings. This has the potential to make him very powerful, but how quickly he goes through energy usually prevents overloads. If he attempts to touch or bite you, he is most likely acting malicious and intentionally trying to siphon energy from your being. If you physically hurt Soul, then BF will feel pain. If you physically hurt BF, then Soul will feel pain. One cannot exist without the other. If either of them were to get killed, the other will die as well. Personality issues: If he indulges in his sources of energies badness (like how demons can eat souls, if he ate another soul...) this badness can influence him and start warping his personality into whatever cruelties that specific source is known for. Powerful energies can warp and twist him, he had gotten extremely lucky so far that Boyfriend was a meat shield between him and the demonic energies so far. But now he mostly lacks that meat shield, and energy can easily change him ...

Appearance and body issues:

Soul claims he originally used to be blue; this is because a non-sentient version of BF’s soul that has not risen yet to Soul’s level, is simply blue. His fangs, claws, tail, colour pallet, hair horns, actual horns, hidden wings and other attributes are all taken from his sources of energy and turned into an aesthetic he enjoys. He chose his body himself. He only has one eye, and no eye socket for the other. His skeleton is incomplete, horrific and fused in all the wrong places, detached in others, and could not realistically support life. If you want to stun him you need to grab his tail and pull, it will pull on his entire detached pelvic and spinal system and cause him to go limp due to discomfort.

----------------- TLDR: Soul Boyfriend had come to sentience initially due to supernatural energies that Boyfriend had been thoroughly exposed to, before separating from his body after detecting and/or dealing with a great danger. Though Boyfriend doesn’t fear these threats, Soul Boyfriend does because he actually learned from the past. (This means Boyfriend may be blocking things out.)

#info #setting

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floralseokjin · 3 years

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⤑ made-up love song x (m).

Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher, never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago, and you’re unable to remember the last time you dated. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire.

Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…

pairing; kim seokjin x reader au/genre/warnings; strangers to lovers, romance, single dad! seokjin, ceo! seokjin, elementary school teacher! oc, age gap (oc is 30, seokjin is 37), seokjin is a dilf, romance, happy ending, jin has stubble lmao, smut; morning sex, oral sex (f receiving), soft sex, spooning, jin has a thing for boobs this saturday morn, everything gets so fluffy words; 6,243

↪︎ chapter index

chapters; i • ii • iii • iv • v • vi • vii • viii • ix • x • epilogue (+ drabbles)

When you heard the doorbell ring twenty-five minutes later you were up off the sofa in seconds, heart thrumming against your ribcage as you rushed towards the entryway, a nervous kind of excitement flurrying inside your stomach. Yanking the door open, you were unable to keep the smile from your face as you saw Seokjin stood in front of you. He was dressed in sweatpants and a baggy white t-shirt which was slightly creased. His hair must have been freshly washed, soft and fluffy on top of his head, but it looked like he hadn’t shaved in a while, hints of stubble growing along his upper lip and along his jawline.

“Hi.” You were grinning by now.

“Hi,” he murmured softly, stepping forward. Immediately you found yourself in his embrace, the familiar scent of his laundry detergent welcoming. You wrapped your arms around his middle, pressing the side of your face to his chest. You felt still, relaxed for the first time in days.

Kissing the top of your head as he pulled away, he took your hands and let out a small chuckle. “I was halfway here when I realised I still had my slippers on.”

You looked down at his feet, giggling as you spotted the blue slip ons. Linking your fingers with his, you gently tugged him forward. “Do you want head to the living room?”

He nodded, letting you lead the way, and you paused by the kitchen, turning back. “Want something to drink?”

“Water, if it isn’t any trouble.” He asked. Classic Seokjin, you thought to yourself, leaving him to sit, too polite for no reason. When you came back, handing him the drinking glass he smiled and said his thanks. You sat next to him watching him take a sip and lean over to place the glass on the coffee table. You didn’t know where to start, you had so much to say, but it seemed like he had been thinking his piece over in the car ride here.

Exhaling, he turned to you with a serious expression. “Just before you say what you need to, I want to apologise.” He paused, seeing if you would let him continue, when you didn’t object he reached for your hand. “I’m really sorry for the way I acted Sunday. It was unacceptable and I’m really embarrassed you had to see me like that.” He sighed then, “I was just so... I was so mad that Nana turned up and spoke to you like she did. I let all my frustrations regarding Arin take over too.” He was staring you straight in the eyes, eager to make you see how sincere he was. “I never meant to compare you both and I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable.”

“Everyone gets angry, Seokjin. Don’t feel embarrassed because of that,” you told him. “It was just jarring to see. Plus it was all so overwhelming.” He nodded in understanding and you smiled and squeezed his hand. “I appreciate your apology regarding the comparisons though.” What was done was done, but he sounded regretful. “Have you spoken to Nana since?”

“Yeah,” he murmured, averting his gaze for a split second. He sounded remorseful. “I saw her yesterday afternoon. She wanted to be with Arin this weekend so I finished work early and drove her there. Nana…” He stopped himself and started again. “I know why she was so hurt over everything. We talked it out a little. Barely touched the surface but things are headed in the right direction. I apologised to her.”

“That’s good to hear,” you said. There was no good only apologising to you. Nana deserved an apology just as much, maybe even more. You were glad they’d managed to be civil and you hoped it was a step in the right direction.

“I know Arin missed school but I called Principal Jung.” Seokjin was eager to explain himself. “I didn’t go into details of course, but he said it was okay.”

“That’s fine,” you chuckled quietly. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me. It was only one day.” How cute. You didn’t take your job that seriously. At least the mystery was solved though. You had stressed over nothing. He wanted nothing more than for Arin to see her mother, regardless of what his relationship with Nana was like. This extra weekend together meant a lot to not only Arin and Nana, but him too. Harsh words had been shared in frustration and anger, but he hadn’t lost sight of what mattered the most – his daughter.

“I’m glad you talked to Nana,” you smiled, unsure how to voice all your thoughts. What mattered was he’d seen the error of his ways, and hopefully Nana had too.

He nodded sternly. “I was out of order that day.”

You grew serious too, hesitating before you said his name. You knew you had to ask him, knew you had to have this conversation, but it didn’t stop you from feeling slightly afraid. “Seokjin, why didn’t you tell her about us?”

He closed his eyes briefly, shame written all over his face, and he let go of your hand to run a hand through his hair. It draped across his forehead instantly. “I made a mistake.” He was looking straight into your eyes again, chocolate irises pooling with genuine regret. “At first I didn’t know what would happen between us. It was all brand new for me – for you. Letting Nana know was the last thing on my mind, but as things got more serious, I just…” He faltered, gaze falling to his lap. “I didn’t want to burst the bubble. I was so happy. I didn’t want anything to potentially ruin it.

“It was stupid, considering Arin could tell her at any moment. I just wasn’t thinking, I was being selfish. I understand why Nana was so hurt. I would feel the same if I found out Arin had been spending time with a man I didn’t know.” He exhaled deeply. “I took it all to heart because deep down I knew I’d done wrong.”

You appreciated his honesty. “We were definitely in a bubble. I never even thought to ask if you’d let her know. I –”

“It’s not your fault.” He was quick to tell you. “It was my responsibility and I didn’t want to do it. I regret it now and I’ve told her that. I’m sorry to you too, it wasn’t my intention to keep you a secret.”

You were quiet then, unsure what to say. You still had questions, still had things you needed to understand and as if he read your mind, he placed a gentle hand on your knee, tilting his head to watch you. “Y/N, is there anything else you want to know?”

Your fingers picked at your pyjama pants, heart beating rapidly. There was one important thing you needed the answer to, it was a dumb question, you were nearly positive, but yet you knew you needed to ask it.

“Anything you want to ask, I’ll be 100% honest with you.” He gently nudged, sensing your reluctance.

“T-this may seem stupid,” you began, finding courage. He was Seokjin, your Seokjin, he wouldn’t judge you. However, you hoped what you had to say wouldn’t hurt him. He waited patiently for you to continue. You held his gaze. “You’re not just looking for a mother figure for Arin, are you?”

His forehead crinkled in confusion, his hand leaving your knee as he processed your words. “What do you mean?”

You felt a wave of panic. “I know it sounds stupid, but I just need to know if you like me for me.”

He watched you carefully, brow line now creasing in concern. “Of course I like you for you.” And then he took your hand, lacing his warm fingers between yours. You could see the concentration on his face as he tried to find a way to word his thoughts. “I’m not looking for a mother figure, I never was. Yes, I’d love it if Arin saw her mother every day, but I’m not trying to recreate it elsewhere. I was wrong to compare you both. Nana loves Arin, I know that, she’s trying her best, and you’re…,” he took a breath, “I would never expect you to take on all that responsibility. You’re my girlfriend, I would never intentionally put all that pressure on to you.

“Y/N, I’m Arin’s father,” he continued when you didn’t reply. “She means the world to me, so knowing that she adores you makes me happy, as does knowing you adore her. I always thought dating in my position would be really hard – that’s why I never did it. Having to trust someone that much to potentially let them into my daughter’s life, that was such a frightening thought. But it wasn’t with you.” His eyes were wide, pleading as he tried to make you see. As he spoke he used his other hand to cup the side of your face, you softened into his touch.

“There were other worries too,” he continued to confess. “I thought nobody would want a divorced dad as a boyfriend. It’s fine, I understand it’s not everyone’s ideal, but with you it was never a problem. You accepted me and what my life involved and I’m not going to lie, that made me fall for you even harder but I wasn’t using you because I wanted some sort of permanent mother figure in Arin’s life. That’s absurd and it makes me really sad to know I potentially made you feel that way.”

Your chest felt lighter hearing those words. Nothing like the tight, anxious mess you had felt all week. It was good to know your worst fears weren’t true. Your doubts, even though valid, hadn’t been needed. You believed every word he said.

He lowered his hand from your face, sensing you were about to speak, and instead clutched the hands laced together in your lap. “Hearing those things you said to Nana, it made me… It overwhelmed me. Made me think that you’d been expecting too much of me this whole time, or like maybe you’d been searching for something I had no clue about.” You admitted.

You hadn’t liked being used as a weapon. It had made you feel horrifically guilty. You told him just as much, being as frank as you possibly could because he needed to hear it.

“I understand,” he nodded. “I promise I’ll never do it again. All I can give you is my word.”

“And I’ll believe it.” You told him, needing him to know something else as well. “Seokjin, I really do care about Arin. I’m beyond touched that she’s accepted me into her life but my place will always be different.”

Seokjin frowned at that. “You are still an amazing person in her life though. She’s become so much happier these past few months and I can’t deny it and say that’s not partially down to you, even if it’s just a fraction of the reason.”

You opened your mouth to disagree with him, he was being too nice, giving you too much credit, but he wasn’t having any of it. “No, Y/N. You need to hear these things. You make Arin happy too, and I think that’s a beautiful thing.” He felt you relax, smiling when he noticed you do the same. “I fell for you because of many reasons, and yes, one of them was because of how you treat Arin, but it’s not the only one.” His voice was soft as he began to make a list. You couldn’t help but giggle. “You’re sweet, caring, funny, beautiful – inside and out.”

“You’re a real charmer, hm,” you teased.

He chuckled, but grew serious once again, giving your hand a squeeze. “You could have anybody but you chose me, the man whose life is overtaken by work and is struggling to be an OK dad.”

“Seokjin, you’re an amazing father,” you scoffed. If he expected you to listen then he needed to as well. “You work so hard and you’re constantly exhausted but that doesn’t stop you from being one of the best fathers I know. You need to give yourself more credit.”

“Thanks,” he said, plump lips tugging up into a half-smile. You really wanted to kiss him, it had been long enough, so you leaned forward, pressing your mouth to his. Gentle and chaste. When you pulled back he was smiling harder. You couldn’t help but join him.

One of his hands lifted, weaving into your hair as he brought your face to his chest, the hand holding yours letting go so he could wrap his arm around your middle, holding you to him. You were both silent, content for a moment as you listened to his heart beat steadily. It comforted you, let you know that everything was okay.

“I’m sorry if I put pressure on you,” he murmured, chin resting against your hair. “It’s just when the three of us are together it feels so right. It feels natural and I love that.”

“I love it too,” you agreed, your face still pressed into his chest, your palm too. “But Nana is her mother and I don’t ever want to take her place.” You paused, slowly pulling away to look at him. “I want to make my own place. And I don’t know if that means being a stepmom so soon, but it’s definitely moving in that direction.” You’d had enough time to think about everything. You were more than serious about him. “I want a future with you, Seokjin. A future with you and Arin. You both mean a lot to me.”

His mouth slowly spread into a grin, he looked and sounded unbelievably happy. “Do you mean that?”

“Of course. I spent these past few days thinking really hard about us and what we were – what we are. I’m serious about us, and I hope you are too.”

He pulled you into another hug, kissing your forehead. “I most definitely am, but we’ll take it at your pace,” he assured, “and Arin’s pace.”

“And your pace,” you added, moving your head back to look at him, hands resting on his shoulders. “Nana’s too. She needs to be involved because no matter what, she’s still a part of your life.”

It wasn’t about just you and Seokjin, you understood that now, and so did he. “I agree. I really think yesterday was a turning point for me and her. I want our relationship to be better for not just Arin, but you too. I hate that you had to witness all that.”

“It’s okay, Seokjin. Please don’t beat yourself up about it.” He needed to let it go and move forward. You had already.

“Listen, I, er, I’m…” He hesitated, serious once again. “I’m sorry for not telling you why we divorced.”

Oh. In your happiness you’d actually forgotten about that. You waited for him to continue, wanting to hear what he had to say because it had been the source of some of your hurt. You rubbed his shoulders, wanting to encourage him as he struggled to find the words.

“It’s complicated,” he started. “…Finding out Nana had been cheating on me was what triggered the divorce, but it had been over long before then. It’s… difficult to admit this out loud but for the longest time I was embarrassed. I couldn’t believe that she’d cheated on me – it was an ego thing. I didn’t care because I no longer loved her but at the same time it was mortifying and it made me very bitter.

“I didn’t tell you because you’d trusted me with your own story. I learned how cheating had affected you and my situation was completely different. I don’t know,” he sighed, unsure if he was making any sense. “I regret it now because I should have told you.”

“I understand why you didn’t,” you said simply, attempting to process the huge chunk of information you’d just been given. “But I think, regardless of our different circumstances it still affected you in some way. There’s no right or wrong way to deal with being cheated on.” It had obviously left its mark if he was still bringing it up nearly three years later.

He still wasn’t convinced. “But Nana was right, that’s why I got so angry. I couldn’t admit it to myself, not until this week. By sleeping with someone else she gave me a way out. I didn’t want to be the one who ended it because that would mean I was the reason for Arin’s broken home. To ease my conscience I could blame the breakdown of our marriage on her.”

“Seokjin, that doesn’t make you a terrible human being. You need to let all that go,” you told him gently. “At the time you did what you thought was best for Arin. You thought by staying together it would give her a better life but it doesn’t work like that and you’ve realised that now.”

You didn’t want to stick your nose in business that wasn’t yours, but you understood what had happened. By staying together they had become increasingly bitter towards one another and the result was still ongoing. There had been a lot of hurt and that would take some time getting over.

You noticed the slight nod he gave you, a silent agreement. The sooner he accepted his mistakes the easier it would be to forgive himself. “I still should have you,” he whispered.

“That’s not important anymore,” you insisted.

“It is.” He clutched your waist, his eyes glassy. “You shared so much with me about how you got hurt, and I kept something big from you.”

You gave him a reassuring smile. “Well, I know now.” You weren’t going to hold it against him, it had obviously been playing on his mind the entirety of your relationship. “That’s all that matters.”

He relented, kissing you softly, just once, unable to help himself. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking too these past few days. I talked to my therapist. It’s been a while. I’ve just been so happy I didn’t need to until…” Trailing off he gave an embarrassed shrug.

“That’s good you got back in contact with her.” He hadn’t actually spoken about his therapist since your first date and you’d never thought much about it, but it was great that he knew to seek help when he needed it.��

“We talked a couple of times about everything. It was helpful.” He rubbed your back with a soothing hand. “I really am sorry my relationship with Nana is like this. There’s a lot of bitterness and hurt left over from all the years we stayed together. Maybe the truth is we should have never gotten married in the first place. We brought out the worst in one another until in the end it turned to hate, but I can’t regret it because she gave me my world.”

“Maybe realising all this is the next step for some type of closure,” you offered. He and Nana couldn’t keep this up. They needed to get along for Arin’s sake. They had to try and salvage some type of relationship if they wanted to continue co-parenting their daughter – their world.

“I think you’re right,” he agreed. “Now that everything is out in the open I feel so much better.”

“I’m glad.” You leaned in to kiss his cheek.

“So,” he hummed, sounding a lot more like himself, “where do we go from here?”

“I think we just carry on from where we left off.” As far as you were concerned everything had been resolved. All your questions and worries had been answered. You were both on the same page now and you could move on together. “When I was waiting for you to come back with that salad.”

“Sounds perfect.” He laughed, wasting no time with kissing you, properly this time, cupping your face to bring you closer. You settled in his lap soon after, his lips soft and warm, each glide of your tongues making you realise that all you wanted to do was be with him. Always.

“There is one change I’d like to make though,” he murmured, pulling away gradually, kisses becoming gentle pecks until he had the will power to stop completely. “I was going to wait until I took you to Paris, but maybe grand gestures don’t mean shit after I thought I’d lost you.”

Your heart flipped inside your chest just from the look he was giving you, the sheer determination in his eyes, and the way he cupped your face firmly. You thought you knew what was coming.

“I love you.”

You were still speechless for a moment though, but it was okay because he was still busy confessing.

“I know it may seem too fast and I don’t want to scare you away but I’ve fallen head over heels in love with you these past few months. I can’t remember what my life was like before you appeared in it.”

“I love you, too,” you gushed, coming to. “Of course you wouldn’t scare me away. Everything you just said, I feel exactly the same way.”

“Really?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed.

“It’s not too fast?”

“Not at all,” you shook your head. You’d been worried it was at first, but you’d been upset and scared. Now everything was clear. “Actually, there’s no such thing because I’m in this 110%.”

He chuckled then, brow line crinkling in the middle. “That sure?”

“Mhmm,” you nodded enthusiastically, hands holding the back of your neck. “Thank you for reversing into my car.”

That made him snort. “It’s no problem at all, but,” he leaned forward, tone serious, “I hate to break it to you, I’m in 1010%.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, ignoring his goofiness to kiss him again. Although this time there was something you couldn’t ignore any longer. “Oh my god,” you complained, itching your lips.

“What?” He was very obviously concerned.

“Your stubble keeps pricking me!” You whined. “What is going on?” You cupped his face, getting a better look at the situation. He did look rather handsome with stubble, you admit, but you’d keep that to yourself. “A few days without me and you forget to shave.”

He raised a dark eyebrow. “Isn’t that a thing? When you think you’ve lost the woman of your dreams you have to start growing out a beard, right?”

You snorted lightly. “You’d be there for years trying to grow out that thing.”

He tutted. “Rude.”

“But what, say that again? I’m the woman of your dreams?” You teased, pressing for more.

“I take it back now,” he scoffed.

“You can’t! You’ve said it now.”

“Shush,” he laughed. “Come here.” He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. “Stop talking and let me love you.”

It took a single press of his lips for you to listen.

You were slow and still sleepy when you awoke the next morning, gradually coming to, your eyes still closed. It was raining, you could hear the soft patter of it against the window as you became more aware, but you found it didn’t hinder the good mood you’d woken up in. Why would it?

Finally opening your eyes, although with effort, a soft focus Seokjin came into view, already awake and leaning over you slightly. He smiled when you saw him, a hand caressing your hip. “Good morning, beautiful.”

You smiled back, rolling into the side of his body, making the most of your sleepy state – and your boyfriend’s warmth. “How long have you been awake?” You asked with a small yawn.

You didn’t actually remember falling asleep last night. After you’d made up (and you were done with all that kissing), you’d asked him to stay over. You’d laid in bed, wrapped up in one another as you talked about anything and everything before your eyes had started to get heavy, Seokjin’s voice and your own sounding distant in no time. And now you were here.

“A few minutes,” he murmured, morning voice always an octave lower. It never stopped being sexy. You tangled your legs in his as he laid back down and realised his were now bare – he must have gotten too warm in the middle of the night.

He cupped your face, wanting you to look at him. “I was using the time to admire you.”

“Cheesy as always,” you chuckled.

“Of course,” he agreed easily, leaning in to rub his nose against yours. “I woke up and thought last night might have been a dream.”

“It wasn’t,” you whispered, getting lost in his eyes for a moment.

“I love you.”

With a soft groan you rolled onto your back. “Not fair, I was about to say that.”

“Too bad,” he laughed, that deep morning chuckle you loved, wrapping his arm around your middle as he kissed your cheek. “You snooze you lose.”

“I wasn’t snoozing.”

“You were – and snoring. I heard you.” He was trailing kisses along your jaw now.

“You didn’t!” You exclaimed. That was something you definitely did not do. “I don’t snore, take that back!”

You attempted to wriggle out of his hold but he wasn’t having any of it, both of his hands beginning to tickle your sides. “Seokjin!” You shrieked, starting to thrust your legs but he rolled on top of you, caging your body easily.

He stilled all movement and looked down, having way too much fun teasing you. “What?”

Before you could even think to reply he was kissing you. Somewhere along the way last night you’d gotten used to the stubble, quite liking the tingle across your lips now, so you didn’t gripe this morning. Holding your face he trailed wet kisses down your throat, teeth gently sinking into your collarbone. You let out a gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pushed against his body, eager for more of his mouth.

His hands soon began roaming your body, slipping under your pyjama shirt to caress your skin. His fingers delicately traced the underside of your breasts, lifting his head up to kiss your mouth once before he spoke his request. “Can I see you?”

You smiled and nodded, watching as he started to undo the buttons with expertise. When you were fully revealed he looked at you with a grin. “Woah,” he stated simply.

“You’re acting like you’ve never seen them before,” you giggled.

“I don’t know, I’m pretty sure they’ve gotten bigger.” He mused, weighing your breasts in his hands.

You snorted, mouth dropping open when he captured one of your nipples between his lips. His used his hand to palm the other breast, pinching the nipple with his fingers and you moaned, arching into his touch. Against your crotch you could feel him growing hard – rapidly.

“Take this off,” you urged, tugging at his t-shirt. Your need for him was rising too, breathing becoming unsteady as Seokjin kneeled upright and ripped the piece of clothing off. You sat up, running your hands across the muscular swell of his chest. “Yup,” you nodded to yourself, “definitely gotten bigger.”

He chuckled quietly – shyly almost, and helped you take your shirt off, kissing across your shoulder as he eased you back against the pillows. Next, he got you out of your pyjama bottoms, kissing his way back up your stomach and between the valley of your breasts as his hand slid between your legs, rubbing you above your underwear. Squirming, warmth flooding you as his mouth found yours, your tongues mashing together in haste, your arms wrapped around him, holding him tight.

He slipped his hand inside your panties and loved what he found. “You’re so wet, honey,” he murmured, playfulness in his tone as he circled your clit with the pad of finger. His touch was so light it was unbearable and you whined, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

He circled your entrance next but didn’t enter, collecting your arousal to rub your clit again. You dug your foot into the mattress, raising your hips to get more. His dick was fully erect now, pressing into your thigh, but he was in no rush, fully devoted when it came to pleasuring you. Dragging your underwear down your thighs, you helped push them off entirely, reaching for him and pulling him into a kiss, although he didn’t stay at your mouth long, kissing across your chest and down your stomach until he met his destination.

He didn’t get very far though, his hot breath making you wriggle about, thighs clamping around his head. “It tickles.”

“Tickles?” He repeated in amusement, nosing your inner thigh. He kissed your bikini line, ignoring your feeble giggles. “I’m not trying to tickle you.”

You held your breath as he placed a testing kiss against your centre, willing yourself not to squirm, but Seokjin took it slow, easing you into it, because your body had suddenly decided to turn hypersensitive in his absence. He continued to kiss your core, his tongue coming out to wash against you too, and soon enough you got used to the sensation.

“Good?” He asked against your clit, the vibrations making you flutter.

You nodded in reply, fingers of both hands reaching to tangle in his hair. He gave you a quick smile and then started to flick his tongue against the bundle of nerves rapidly, making your hips rise in shock as a moan drew from your throat. He gave you no time to recover, sucking on your clit now as he hummed in satisfaction. Body with a mind of its own, you spread your thighs, wanting to feel him even better.

He got the hint, using his hands to plant your feet on his shoulders, legs bent at the knee to open you up even wider for him. He continued to suck you softly, the tip of his tongue flicking back and forth at the same time, the stimulation so glorious you were sure you had tears in your eyes.

“Oh God, Seokjin,” you moaned as he pulled away abruptly, your head falling back against the pillow. You had been moments away from coming, you were almost positive.

He moaned himself as he licked a strip up your centre, pushing your knees higher up your body, exposing your clit even more so this time when he rolled it between his lips your hips jerked around uncontrollably, the pleasure too much. You felt him ease off but begged him not to stop, sounding possessed. “No, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

He continued, his eyes on you as he made your legs tremble and you dug your toes into his shoulders, clutching at his hair. “You gonna cum, baby?” He husked. You whined in reply, hips rolling into his face with desperateness. “Give it to me then.” He told you, once again suctioning his lips to your clit.

Your eyes clenched shut as you concentrated on his tongue, panting loudly as the muscles in your gut tightened. Your release hit you seconds later, lifting your hips up with one last burst of energy as he continued to work his tongue against your thrumming clit, your orgasm crashing through you in waves as you cried out. It was amazing, almost euphoric if you wanted to be dramatic (you did), your whole body satisfied and warm.

Seokjin tried to ride it out as long as possible, but soon you grew sensitive, your hands detaching themselves from his hair to fall limply to your side, chest rising and falling deeply as you tried to catch your breath. He wrapped his fingers around your ankles delicately and placed your legs down on the bed before hovering over your body. He was just as out of breath, your arousal smeared across his mouth and chin, and you kissed him greedily, wanting nothing more. You could feel him rutting against you, attempting to gain just a little bit of relief, and taking pity on him you cupped his erection over his underwear, giving him a squeeze. He groaned at the sensation, breaking away from your mouth.

You started to rub him as best you could as he kneeled between your legs, watching your hand at work. He chuckled in disbelief. “You have me so hard, shit.”

“That is my area of expertise,” you gloated, pulling his dick out of his boxer shorts. You ran your fist up and down it a few times, revelling in the smooth skin, thumb circling the head that was beading with precum.

His patience was crazy this morning, enjoying the way you touched him so much he leaned in to kiss you again, panting quietly against your lips as you sped up your movements, dragging your thumb across his slit in a bid to spread his arousal. He hissed, jerking into your hand, and you just about lost it. You wanted him, no, needed him inside you. Right this instant.

You looked him deep in the eyes, your noses practically touching as you gave him a squeeze. “Make love to me, Seokjin.”

He broke then, unable to deny you or himself any longer. His underwear was gone in a flash, thick cock bobbing as he guided you onto your side, fitting in beside you perfectly. He wrapped his hand around your calf, lifting your leg over his to spread you out a little and then he angled the head of his cock at your entrance, kissing your shoulder as he slowly began to push inside you.

You closed your eyes as you felt the drag, both of you groaning as he continued to fill you, his hand pushing one of your butt cheeks up a little so he could successfully bottom out. You stayed like that for a while, kissing one another, one of his arms hooked underneath your neck, hand cupping your chin, the other caressing your body, tracing across your stomach before softly cupping your breasts. The sensation had you sighing sweetly, pushing back into him and he couldn’t hold off any longer.

He thrusted slowly, practically all the way out just to push back in, filling you up over and over. It was glorious, his rhythm eliciting moan after moan, especially as he played with your chest, rolling your hardened nipples between his fingers. You could hear yourself, how wet you were, and you rolled yourself onto your side more, pushing your ass into him in a bid to get more.

He got the message, speeding up as you reached behind and ran your fingers through his hair. He loved that, grunting as he spoke against your ear, “A little faster, baby?”

All you could do was nod and respond with a garbled noise from somewhere deep within your throat, Seokjin’s thrusts gaining momentum as he started to pound against your ass, his laboured breathing blowing hot air against your cheek. One of his hands dug into the round of your ass, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he growled softly, thrusts purposeful, unrelenting.

“Let me see your pretty face,” he panted after a few moments, pulling you into him and cupping your jaw. You twisted yourself, half flat to his sweaty chest as you spread your legs too, letting him thrust up into you. Your breasts jiggled with the force of his movements, his tongue pushing into your mouth, kiss sloppy and everything good.

His breathing got heavier, his movements turning slightly sloppy as he adjusted your body once again so he could kiss and caress your breasts instead. A hand played with the left one as his mouth licked and sucked the right, grunts falling from his lips now as he quickly lost himself. His thrusts got harder and his teeth grazed against your nipple. When you cried out, he loved that, squeezing your boob roughly, tearing another sound from your throat as your walls clamped around him, gripping him for all he was worth.

You knew he was done for when he sought your mouth again, chuckling huskily as you pecked kisses against his plump lips. You felt his dick pulse, thrusts messy as he chased his end, and then he stilled, groaning as his orgasm hit and he started spilling warmth inside of you.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly once it was over, hugging you to his body with even more kisses, both of you panting softly, enjoying the come down. In fact, you didn’t want it to end. Gradually falling soft, he stayed buried inside you and made no attempts to slip out. If anything, he was damn determined to stay there for as long as possible it seemed.

“I love you,” you told him sweetly, sweeping some of his hair out of his eyes, still engulfed by his heat.

He smiled, practically goofy, still drunk off your lovemaking. “I love you too, of course.”

And then it was back to kissing.

You had a week’s worth to catch up on, and an entirety more to look forward to.

*BONUS*

You (10:25am) Seokjin came over last night, we talked it out and made up 😊

Soojung (10:29am) Finally! ILY and I’m so happy for you best friend! But thanks for the heads up, I’ll be giving the house a wide berth this weekend See you Monday 😘

Written 2020 - 2021. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

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Bound Blood (Cassandra Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 5.5 Bonus

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T+ for language Warnings: None Summary: Local feral human spends some time with their new family. Four short bits featuring Daphne (Maiden OC), Bela, Lady D, Daniela, and a surprise guest. Enjoy. Previous Chapters: 1: Sharing Is (Not) Caring; 2: Bloodbath, Baby!, 3: Haunt Me Dearly, 4: Portraits For Ghosts, 5: Heart Of The Matter

5.5: Family

“Wait, you’re telling me that you came here willingly?” You asked, mouth agape, eyes wide. It felt like every time you talked to Daphne she had something incredible to say. Which was, of course, why she was your favorite maiden to talk to. That, and the fact that she had adapted so quickly to your ‘charming personality’. So far she was the only servant you had been willing to be honest with. Mainly about your feelings regarding your blood bond, but also just about your relationship with Cassandra in general. Something about Daphne simply made her incredibly approachable. From what you had heard, you weren’t the only one to think as such, with her being fairly popular among the castle workers.

“More of us do than you might expect. Some consider it an honor to serve one of the four Lords, and Castle Dimitrescu is certainly… nicer than either the factory or the reservoir. Personally, I came here for a friend of mine. She, well, had less of a choice. I couldn’t bear the thought of her being here without knowing anyone, so it felt like I only had one option. Can’t say I regret my decision, if you can believe it,” Daphne explained, folding laundry all the while. At the same time, you carefully sort through the not yet washed clothing, separating them into two baskets. After all, you wouldn’t want Lady Dimitrescu to end up with a pink dress! Technically this wasn’t your job, nor did you have a job at all, but you hated having idle hands- especially when talking to someone who was working. At first Daphne had protested, but she had given in upon realizing just how stubborn you could be.

“That’s… impressive. I mean, holy shit, that's a real ride or die friendship right there. Is she, uh, is your friend still, you know, around?” You stuttered, cursing your tongue for asking such a thing. If the answer was no, you were going to feel like a real asshole. Which, admittedly, you had a tendency to be. But this wasn’t one of the times where it was intentional. Thankfully, Daphne is all smiles, and even seems amused by your spluttering.

“Yes, we’re even roommates. Well, us and five others. Possibly with a sixth one on the way, if we ever get someone to fill the empty space,” she replies, pausing to think. Then she’s back to work, refusing to waste any time. “Speaking of roommates… I know I said I’m not one for gossip, and I meant it, but a little songbird told me that Cassandra seems to be in a much better mood these days. Are the two of you, well, getting along? It would be nice to know that soulmates can overcome even the roughest of introductions.” There’s a hint of something odd in her tone, and you take a moment to wonder what she’s (unintentionally) hinting at. Had she met her soulmate, only for things to go poorly?... Before answering her, you make a mental note, deciding to see if any of the other maidens had a scar across their nose.

“It’s not like she and I are dating or anything. We’re just, you know, not hating each other. Currently,” you said, shrugging. But Daphne raises an eyebrow at you, and you find yourself instinctively feeling guilty, somehow feeling small next to the shortest person you knew. “Alright, alright, we might have… Okay we kissed. And promised each other not to die, because having your soulmate die hurts like hell. Also maybe she showed me her mom’s art collection and I made a joke about the titty sculptures because holy shit, this house has a lot of titties.” At this, Daphne bursts into laughter, grinning from ear to ear.

“Amen to that, for sure.”

ii.

“So… fan of science, I see,” you say, awkwardly, bouncing a little on your heels. Next to you is the eldest Dimitrescu daughter, who had unexpectedly joined your table in the library. There were several other places she could have sat, with both more comfortable seating and more workspace, but for some reason she had chosen here. So far she hadn’t said a word. Hell, you hadn’t spoken to her since your first meeting, where she had suggested killing you. Naturally, you weren’t quite sure what to make of her. Something told you that she felt much the same about yourself.

“Fan of oversimplification, I see,” Bela counters, after a few tense seconds. Then she sets down her book- a heavy text about Romanian avian fauna- to give you her full attention. “It would be more accurate to say that I enjoy studying biology, particularly the branch of zoology.” Well, this conversation was certainly… happening. Honestly, you couldn’t tell whether she was legitimately judging you, or merely chaffing you for her own amusement.

“You’ll have to, er, forgive me for being overly broad. Consider it a side effect of my nerves, those themselves being due to our unsavory introduction. In case you don’t recall, you put that sickle of yours into my shoulder,” you reminded, with a sarcastic smile. To your surprise, Bela chuckles at this, almost as if fondly remembering the incident. Seriously, you think, why did my soulmate have to be from this family?

“Staying silent was an option. Perhaps that would have suited you better?” Bela says, now clearly teasing, smile much more genuine than your own. Knowing she had a point, you’re quick to blush, mildly embarrassed.

“Touche. I am curious, however, why you decided to sit next to me in the first place. I certainly wouldn’t have tried starting a conversation if you hadn’t,” you explained.

“Like I said… I enjoy studying zoology,” Bela replies, with a sly grin. It takes you a few moments to understand the intended implications. Once you do, however, you’re giving her a hard stare. Then you scoot your chair a few inches away from her, in exaggerated movements. “Don’t worry, I was only joking. Though you certainly are an interesting human. Much more, hmm, cheeky? Compared to the servants, at least.”

“Somehow I get the feeling that they simply prefer being alive, as opposed to not being as snippy. Except maybe Daphne, now that I think about it. Very sweet, that one,” you muse. “Regardless, I think I’ll return to my book now, for it lacks a tongue, and is therefore less likely to taunt me.” Doing just as you had said, you open the book, holding it a bit higher than what would be comfortable, so that it becomes a ‘shield’ of sorts. Nothing was quite as satisfying as subtle body language.

Accepting your words with a shrug, Bela also resumes reading, turning to a bookmarked page. Roughly an hour of relative quiet passes. Neither of you so much as glance at each other, not even when she drops the pen she had been taking notes with. In the end, you are the one who leaves first, and finally the silence is broken. You give your goodbyes, and Bela returns them politely. Though you do not know it, she sets her book down as soon as you leave, pausing to think about you. Now that things had ‘calmed down’, it was reassuring for her to know that you weren’t always full of spite. Still, you held onto your cleverness (for the most part), leaving her with no doubt about the universe’s decision. You were her sister’s soulmate.

iii.

“It’s official: I’m lost in a creepy castle. The universe hates me. Probably should have realized that sooner, considering how it decided to introduce me to my soulmate,” you mutter, scowling deeply, as you wander unfamiliar halls. How had you even gotten lost? Sure, you had taken a wrong turn, but it hadn’t taken long for you to realize your mistake! Evidently you somehow managed to make another one while backtracking. Now you were standing in the center of the corridor, hands on your hips, desperate for some maiden to come rescue you. What you really didn’t want was Cassandra to find you, because she’d make fun of you for the rest of your life. It’s not like she had specifically joked about you getting lost before. Except that was exactly what had happened.

A few minutes pass uneventfully. There aren’t even any distant sounds of life; no footsteps, nor echoing voices, nor the squeaking of floorboards. All you can hear is your own breathing. As well as the occasional sigh, admittedly. By this point, there’s a part of you that’s starting to panic. After all, there was a chance that the castle was big enough for certain sections to be abandoned. Hopefully that’s not the case, you think, I mean, they’d cut the power to those parts, right? Here’s hoping… With that in mind, you get back to wandering, figuring that you’d have to eventually run into a familiar landmark. Or better yet, someone who actually knew the castle’s layout.

When salvation at last reveals its holy visage, it is not in the form of a lowly servant, rather the muffled voice of none other than Lady Dimitrescu herself. Neither her exact words nor who she’s speaking to is clear. At first, you can’t even tell where her voice is coming from, but you quickly approach one closed door, then another, searching for the source. Several doors later you’re certain you’ve found her. By then you can tell that she’s not alone. Not wanting to seem rude by interrupting, you take a few steps back, leaning against the wall to wait. For the most part you still cannot make out what’s being said, but a few words do reach your ears.

“-expected more from you. How am I-” the voice gets cut off, not by Alcina, rather a sudden gust of air, akin to massive wings flapping. When the speaker continues, they are both louder and angrier. “Someone is listening. Have you not taken steps to ensure our privacy?” Then the door is swinging open, revealing your soulmate’s mother. At first she’s practically shaking with rage, but her expression turns to shock when she sees you.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with Cassandra?” Lady Dimitrescu asks, clearly stressed, as she steps into the corridor. There’s movement behind her, although you cannot make out any details. Besides, you’re quick to answer her, wishing to avoid her wrath (and that of whoever she was speaking to).

“I’m so sorry, Lady Dimitrescu, I was walking from the dining hall to Cassandra’s studio, and I took a wrong turn. I’ve been wandering for half an hour now. When I heard your voice, I thought perhaps I could, well, enlist your assistance. But you were busy, so I figured I’d wait outside. If I had-...” you pause, gulping, as the other figure steps into view. It’s a face you’re all too familiar with. One that popped up countless times through the village, and again throughout the castle, the owner’s name always spoken with acclaim, with worship. Mother Miranda, in the flesh, wings spreading out behind her, somehow cutting a more impressive silhouette than even Lady Dimitrescu. Instantly you’re falling to your knees, knowing that your sharp tongue was no match for this practical goddess.

“Who is this, Dimitrescu? Why isn’t their blood staining your claws?” Miranda questions, gaze never leaving your trembling form.

“This… this is one of my daughters’ soulmates. They were brought in with the last group of sacrifices,” Lady Dimitrescu explains, uncharacteristically hesitant. ‘Twas a true testament to Miranda’s power, as well as her influence, that she could make someone so powerful seem so weak. Which was exactly why you were shaking with anxiety. But to your surprise, the goddess does not immediately order your execution for your trespass.

“And already they know their place, hmm? Kneeling before me?” Miranda says, a strange smile dancing on her lips. Whatever anger she had been feeling a minute prior had faded, though you couldn’t even begin to guess as to why. Regardless, both Alcina and yourself are quite relieved, though neither of you are quick to show it. “Either they have a good head on their shoulders, or you still take care of some of your duties. Very well, they may live. For now. But I expect next week’s report to be far more favorable. I don’t need to remind you of the price for failing me.” With that said, Mother Miranda turned to leave, a swirling mass of dark feathers flying past you.

A minute passes, maybe two, before either of you feel capable of speaking up.

“Let’s get you back where you belong, yes?” Lady Dimitrescu says, quietly, before placing her hand on your shoulder to guide you. Tension hangs clear and heavy over both of you. Even as you walk down corridor after corridor, the feeling does not ease. At least not until you’re back in familiar territory, near where you had originally made your mistake, finally able to breathe a little. It’s here that Lady Dimitrescu pauses to speak once more. “Tomorrow I will assign one of the servants to give you a tour, in the hopes that this does not happen again. Furthermore, I ask that you forget everything you heard earlier, for it is neither your business… or my daughter’s.” You’re quick to nod, and with that she bids you farewell, leaving you alone. Now, you think, was it left from here, or right?

iv.

“I’m just going for a walk. Why do you care so much? It’s not like it’s any of your business,” Daniela assures you, despite the fact that all you had done was say ‘hello’. If this was her attempt at casting aside suspicion, she had done a terrible job of it. What made her so nervous? Was it even worth investigating? Only one way to find out.

“You’re rather bundled up, planning on being out for long?” You ask, trying to sound casual, leaning against the wall as you did. In response, Daniela pretty much stomps her foot. There’s something odd in her expression, however, that implies your question hit a soft spot. Certainly wasn’t what you had expected. “Don’t mind me, just trying to make conversation with my soulmate’s sister. Speaking of her… have you seen Cassandra? Is she, perhaps, going with you?” A little misdirection never hurt anyone. Probably.

“No!” Daniela replies, fast as a gunshot, too much emphasis to be unintentional. But she realizes her mistake as soon as she’s made it, and makes a clear effort to relax herself. “She’s probably in her studio, doing whatever it is she calls art, on the other end of the house. Besides, I don’t want any company for this walk.” For a moment you merely squint at her, unsure of how to proceed. In the end, you decide that it really is none of your business, being more than satisfied by what teasing you’ve already done.

“Alright, alright. Well then, I’ll leave you be. Just… be careful, yeah? If you get hurt, and your mother finds out that I didn’t stop you from going… not sure Cassandra could save me,” you say, with a shrug. At first Daniela can’t decide whether to be upset or relieved, but she seemingly settles for the latter, giving you a brief nod before heading outside. As the door shut behind her, you couldn’t help but wonder if you had done the right thing.

#cassandra x reader #cassandra dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu #resident evil: village #re8 village #yeah I'm back #don't be weird about it

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for science | jhs | m

— summary; in which Hoseok hears through the grapevine that you give one of the best blowjobs ever, and he needs to test it to be sure.

— contents and warnings; blowjob (duh), dirty talk, praising and stupid pet names, cum eating, deepthroating (the oc has no gag reflex), Hoseok finds heaven, kind of crack? Idk don’t take this seriously, college!au, hoseok x reader (with a mention of past Jimin x reader), studying sessions being interrupted in the name of science

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Requested by anon!

Hoseok could be kind of clueless when it came to some science-related things (and his high school biology teacher could attest to that), but one thing he knew very well was the scientific method. All that hypothesis-testing-stuff, or whatever the hell that was (okay, maybe he didn’t know it that well) had taken him out of some trouble in the past. It helped him see some of his decisions in a more experimental light, avoiding the terrible Olympic-somersault-into-conclusions that had gotten so many of his friends into awkward situations. And it shouldn’t even be said that he took quite a bit of pride in that — it made him feel very intelligent and he would take any stroke to the ego that he could get.

So, when Jimin got a bit too tipsy and started babbling on about how you gave him the best blowjob of his life, Hoseok was, at the very least, cautiously skeptical.

“You’re such a drama queen.” Hoseok rolled his eyes before chugging down a bit more of his beer. He was nowhere near as intoxicated as Jimin was, and he wasn’t planning on changing that. It was a Wednesday night, for fuck’s sake. He had to leave some thrill to the end of the week. “It probably was like… alright. Good, even. But the best one ever? Please.”

“It was so much more than alright, dude.” Jimin threw his head over the couch’s back, looking like he just got washed up on the shore. His hair was a mess of clear strands, exploding on his head like a failed science fair experiment. “It was the best suck of my liiiiife. I wish she didn’t hate me so I could have that again.”

He scoffed. Hoseok had enough filter left in him to avoid telling Jimin that the reason why you hated him was entirely his fault — what did he expect from three weeks of ghosting? Besides, if the head was that good, he would surely stick around for just a bit longer than two months. “Sure. Like the time that you almost died riding a roller coaster.”

“Hey. I almost did.” Jimin’s eyes opened, presenting his friend with a dazed-out, unfocused brand of frustration. He was getting tired of not being taken seriously — didn’t Hosoek know that alcohol makes you more honest? He wasn’t making things up. Not when they were as serious as the well-being of his dick, or actual death. “It was some Final Destination bullshit, I’m telling you. Pieces of metal flying and everything.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He waved it off, leaning closer to Jimin so he could take the almost-empty can of beer from his clumsy hands, and placed it on the center table. “I think you’ve had enough alcohol for tonight, man. You have a class at ten tomorrow.”

“I’m serious, dude,” Jimin pressed on. It was past eleven and Hoseok only wanted to sleep, but the other boy was clearly clueless about the lack of mutual interest in that conversation. “Aren’t you two friends or something?”

“Kind of. It’s weird,” Hoseok answered. You two had lingered in a hazy friendship space for a long time now, and he didn’t know exactly how to explain your relationship. He didn’t really consider you two close by any means, but you weren’t strangers or casual friends either. To be honest, he hadn’t thought too much about it until that very moment. “Why? What does that have to do with anything?”

Jimin sighed, fumbling against the sofa. Much to Hoseok’s delight, he was starting to get sleepy as well. “You could ask her to suck you off,” he mumbled, “then you can feel it for yourself.”

He laughed at that, unable to believe what he was hearing. “Jimin, you’re out of your mind if you think that’s not gonna backfire.”

He blinked heavily. “Hm? Why?”

Hoseok blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “We aren’t that close, and we haven’t done anything remotely sexual before this. It would be super creepy.”

“That’s not true,” Jimin spoke lazily, as if the words were starting to get hard to find. There was a pause so long after his sentence that Hoseok thought his roommate had fallen asleep. “I know you guys made out like at the beginning of the semester. Taehyung told me so.”

He was going to murder Taehyung. “It wasn’t like that. We were both drunk and it was super awkward afterwards.” Hoseok got up from the couch, leaving Jimin to groan and spread out his legs over the cushions. “Listen, I’m glad you two had fun, and I’m sorry you ruined it. But I’m not gonna ask ____ to suck me off just so I can know if you’re being dramatic or not.”

Jimin smirked wickedly — or at least tried to, because his lack of facial control wasn’t doing him any favors. “Whatever you say,” he teased, “but I think you’re curious.”

Truth was: Hoseok was beyond curious. The cogs in his head had started to move, and his brain was evoking lewd images of you so fast that he could barely follow. He would be pretending if he said that he never saw you under that light before, but, after the mess that was your makeout session, he had forced himself to jump into the friendzone before he managed to make things worse.

Hoseok liked you very much, even if you two weren’t particularly close. He enjoyed spending time with you, he found you funny, smart, and way out of his league. But he wasn’t delusional enough to believe that you would actually say yes to sucking him off, especially so out of the blue.

“I’m not curious,” Hoseok lied through his teeth, and he wanted to change the subject so much that his head was starting to hurt. “You’re gonna sleep here?”

“Hm… yes… the couch is very comfortable.” Jimin closed his eyes and adjusted his body on the furniture. His baggy shirt was already halfway through his stomach and his pants had ran up to his waist, but the man didn’t seem to notice. “You don’t know what you’re missing out on.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes, moving towards the door. He needed to get Jimin some blankets, because the other was surely not getting up for the rest of the night. It was bad enough to babysit him for those few hours of intoxication, but infinitely worse to make him chicken soup if he got sick. Been there, done that. “I’m sure the couch is great.”

Jimin’s voice was soft and sleepy when he spoke up again. Hoseok was already in the corridor, and he almost didn’t hear him when he said, “I’m not talking about the couch.”

Hoseok went to Jimin’s bedroom and grabbed his pillow and the blanket from his undone bed. Meanwhile, scenarios ran wild inside his head, having you as the main star. He didn’t know what was taking over him, but he wasn’t so quick to ignore Jimin’s story. Hoseok was faced with a fantastic scenario of a perfect blowjob, and the idea that it was so close to him was making his pulse quicken. Again: it would be absurd to ask you to do that, regardless of the motive behind it, and he knew that it would be awful for your already-strange friendship.

No, he could never do that. He would not.

But like… what if it worked, and you magically accepted his request? And what if, by some wonderful moment, some millennial alignment of planets, Jimin wasn’t actually being hyperbolic and you actually had the ability to give incredible blowjobs? Could he really let it pass without giving it a shot?

He could see it as a scientific experiment, Hoseok thought, as a way to prove a hypothesis. It couldn’t hurt if he just—

Oh my god, dude, shut the fuck up and forget about this.

Coming back to his senses, Hoseok strutted out of his roommate's bedroom and walked toward the living room. By the time he came back with the blanket and the pillow, Jimin was already deep asleep.

Against his best efforts, that conversation remained stuck to the back of his mind for the next two weeks. Hoseok would find himself going back and forth on the idea of you having some strange, Marvel-worthy superpower when it came to sucking dick and, worst of all, the idea that his skepticism was making him miss out on it. Jimin was exaggerated when it came to, well, pretty much everything, but that didn’t mean that he would be wrong about that specific subject. That would be a logical fallacy, and that was also something that Hoseok knew very well. Bless his late nights on Reddit for that.

Yet as the days moved along, and his curiosity was slowly turning into desire, he was forced to revisit the infamous night between the two of you, the one that Jimin had so mercilessly mentioned. Thinking back on it, it wasn’t surprising that your overconsumption of alcohol, added to the way that you two had grown close (both physically and mentally) had ended up with Hoseok laying on top of you, kissing the soul out of you and fondling your breasts in the middle of a party. It wasn’t the most dignified moment of either of your lives, but, well, it happened.

One way or another, the night didn’t move forward. Even if Hoseok already had a tent in his pants, you two were far too intoxicated to consent, and were quick to fall asleep before the situation could escalate. Bottom line: Hoseok woke up with your tit in his hand, a nightmarish hangover, and the decision that the You-Subject would have to stay on hold for some time.

And on hold it stayed. For an entire semester. And it would’ve remained that way if Jimin’s stupid mouth hadn’t started talking.

So after two weeks of self-inflicted psychological torture, Hoseok slipped a hangout invitation amidst your texts. If you saw any second intentions behind his “haven’t seen you in awhile, wanna hangout? ;)” you didn’t let it show. The problem was that you weren’t really in the mood to go out, especially since you had a big exam coming up, so Hoseok ended up convincing you that he would stay quiet if you let him go over to your place.

It was a bit harder not to notice the desperation in his proposal that time, but you ended up agreeing. Your thought process was that the boy would eventually realize that his hangout attempt was ridiculous and that he would leave you to study by yourself, and the two of you would reschedule that odd friendship session to when you weren’t drowning in textbooks.

The problem was that you had been stupid enough to believe that your friend would actually keep his mouth shut.

Hoseok was seated on the edge of your bed for so long that he was sure that his asscheeks were permanently imprinted on your sheets. Because he hated himself, he kept eyeing the digital clock to your right, and he was certain that he had spent the last fifty two minutes and thirty three seconds staring at the back of your head and trying to come up with a casual way to ask for a blowjob.

He had tried a few times already, and each one constituted of him being unable to finish his sentence, instead looking at you like BooBoo The Fool until you turned back around to face your disorganized desk, sighing and trying to concentrate on your work.

All things considered, he couldn’t actually believe he had escalated Jimin’s sailor tale to that point. He was out of his mind, that was a fact, and he had absolutely no clue how you would react once he (if he) found the words to ask you to sacrifice your mouth for science.

God, he was an idiot.

He cleared his throat and got ready to try one more time. “So… I…”

You sighed heavily and turned around on the chair. “Hobi, this is the fifth time you’re starting a sentence and not finishing it,” you said, annoyed. “Can you tell me what the problem is? I have a test in two days and you promised you wouldn’t interrupt me if you came over.”

“I’m sorry,” he didn’t like feeling like a kid being scolded, even if he kind of deserved that. Hoseok guessed it would be better to just take off the band-aid before he made an even bigger fool out of himself. “Let me just, like, explain the context of this. Otherwise it’s going to be even more strange.”

Dropping your pen, you fully swirled the chair around, crossing your hands over your legs. He wasn’t expecting your complete attention anytime soon, and the seriousness in your stare made his courage falter for a second. It was such a stupid idea, you’d just end up hating him like you did Jimin. “As long as you make it quick,” you told him.

Hoseok hesitated, running one hand through his hair. “Yeah, okay, so… like, a few weeks ago I was talking to Jimin,” he started, watching your face for any signal of an expression — confusion, disgust, anything. But he found nothing. “We were drunk, and he started talking about the time that you two were together. Like, sexually.”

You blinked, unfazed. “And?”

“And… he told me that you give, like, the best blowjobs in history,” the words left his mouth before he could fully digest them. This time, he got a reaction out of you — a light raise of your eyebrows. “And, no offense, but I didn’t believe him. You know how extra he is about some stuff. Most stuff.”

There was a moment of silence as you waited for him to go on, but Hoseok was too busy swallowing his thoughts down and feeling like he would collapse at any given moment. You sighed. “So what? You wanted to tell me that you don’t believe in my blowjob abilities? That’s all? Can I go back to studying now?”

“No, that’s…” Now, things were starting to get complicated. Just take off the band-aid, Hoseok, don’t chicken out now. “I wanted to know if you could show me. Like, if you could suck me off. So I could... confirm that hypothesis.”

Every part of his brain was suddently hyperaware of how fucking stupid he just sounded. He had expected that another thick silence would follow, but his heart almost leaped out of your chest when you started laughing at him — like, full-chest, eyes closing, head rolling back laughing. “Are you serious?” You asked, taking one hand to cover your mouth before, at last, bursting out again. He felt like his ego was being stabbed with a rusty nail. “I can’t believe you, Hoseok. Took you all this time just to ask me if I could suck you off? For science?”

His mouth felt like it was full of cotton and he had to clear his throat before he found the force to answer you. “Yeah, I mean, only if you’re comfortable with it, of course,” he struggled to say, each word morphing into the next. His stomach had frozen up and the flight or fight response was starting to kick in. Had he really been that much of an idiot? When did his cock start dictating his words? “I… I know this is like, super creepy. I’m sorry. We can forget this ever happened and I’ll never talk to you again. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

Suddenly sad, he waited as you settled back on the chair, wiping a small tear from the corner of your eye before you stared at him. There was still a smirk crawling up your lips, and he felt like the world was collapsing all around him as the silence expanded around the two of you. He looked at the digital clock: it had taken him precisely three minutes to ruin everything.

He sighed, shoulders falling. “Do you hate me? Why are you so quiet?”

You bit down on your lip, your eyes narrowing as you took his form in. Hoseok was hot: point blank. He was also nice, and respectful enough to realize that he might have overstepped a few lines with his request — and, even if you couldn’t really understand it, you also weren’t bothered by it. And you certainly didn’t hate him. In a way, you were almost flattered. You would’ve been more if the comment had come from anyone else but your Danny Phantom ex. But that was a different story.

The entire situation was just too funny to let it go. And, besides, you really wouldn’t mind sucking Hoseok off. It wasn’t as if you had never thought about that before.

“I’m... considering it,” you told him, watching as his face lit up in a mixture of confusion and joy. He looked like a kid seeing Santa for the first time. “If you promise to shut up and let me study, I’ll do it. And if you agree to never talk about it again.”

Hoseok blinked profusely, his mind short circuiting. “For real?”

“Yeah.” You raised from your chair, walking closer to your bed. Hoseok swallowed hard and leaned back, placing his hands on the mattress for support. “But do me a favor: if it’s not that good, don’t tell me. It’ll hurt me.”

“Yeah, alright.” He swallowed dry, every neuron in his brain trying to grasp what the fuck had just happened. His mind was the Spongebob office being set on fire, and he suddenly didn’t know how to deal with the anticipation booming in his chest. “I’m... not hard yet, though.”

“It’s okay.” You kneeled in front of him, placing your hands on his inner thighs and slightly pushing them apart. Hoseok quickly got the cue, and opened a bit more so you could comfortably place yourself between them. “Just... relax,” your voice was almost a whisper then, and he felt his soul trying to leave him. That was insane. “Let me take care of you.”

Your words managed to make him relax a bit, then he tensed all the way back at the feeling of your hands fumbling with his button. His breath hitched as you pulled the zipper down, fingers hooking on the edge of his pants before tugging them down his thighs.

He felt exposed as his pants fell like a puddle around his ankles, his tongue coming out to wet his lips as you leaned in. Hosoek felt like he was dreaming when you started nibbling at his skin, kissing and licking his inner thighs as you slowly made your way closer to his aching member.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” he barely got out before sighing, the tingles of your caresses on his skin shooting directly towards his cock, already semi-hard.

You flicked your eyes up at him, humming against his thigh muscles. You were now so dangerously close to his underwear that he thought he would lose consciousness. “Were you daydreaming about it or something?” You teased.

Maybe in a different position, he would’ve lied about it. But the truth came out before he could hold it back. “Ever since Jimin told me that, yeah,” he said.

“Hmm… hope I live up to the expectation, then,” you purred, looking up at him with those doll-like eyes. Hoseok suddenly felt like he was losing his balance, his entire body burning in desire and expectancy. You looked like another one of his horny daydreams, but you were kneeling right there, in arms reach, and he didn’t know how he would deal with what was about to ensue.

Your mouth was hovering above his clothed cock before he could notice and, delicately, you leaned down to place a kiss on it. The touch was tender, almost numb with the fabric standing between you two, and yet Hoseok shivered, biting down on his lip as one of your hands enveloped his erection. He watched, mesmerized, as you started lazily stroking him through his underwear, leaning your head to the side so you could place heavy kisses on him, at times giving his tip a few kitten licks until it was covered by a thin layer of your saliva.

The sensation left him on edge, silently begging for more. By the time you moved back so you could undress him, Hoseok was a mess of shallow breaths and heavy swallows; his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as pleasure started to build up at the corners of his perception. Biting back a moan of relief, Hoseok raised his hips as you slowly pulled his underwear downward, allowing for his cock to spring free from its confinement. You had done a good job teasing him, because it was already fully hard when it bounced against his abdomen, red-tipped and leaking.

His gaze oscillated between your face and his cock, watching for any reaction as you took one hand to his length, squeezing him firmly. “Fuck,” he let out a grunt, his overwhelmed body responding to the smallest of touches.

You smirked at his reaction, taking a quick glimpse at his devastated features before moving back to what you were doing. Hoseok was so cute, you thought, liking the way he was so responsive.

A shudder ran up Hoseok’s body when your tongue came out between your lips, placing delicate licks on his base. He loved the feeling of your warm muscle against his hardened member, his mind growing eager as you began tracing a path upwards, flattening your tongue against him. His breathing was ragged by the time that you reached his crown, a hum escaping your throat as you lazily swirled your tongue around his tip, covering him with your saliva.

You took your time caressing his slit with your mouth, waiting until he was cursing and panting before you finally wrapped your lips around him. At first, you only took his tip in your mouth, sucking so slowly that Hoseok whined and buckled his hips from the bed, trying to make you move faster.

Wordlessly, you simply placed your palm against his thigh and pressed him back down. Even if that was the last thing he wanted to do, Hoseok accepted your order and settled back against the mattress, grunting as you continued to tease him.

“Please, put it all in,” he begged, starting to lose his trail of thought. “This is torture.”

And maybe another day you would have taken a bit more time torturing him, but, that afternoon, you were kind of in a rush to finish studying. So you complied.

“Oh, fuck, fuck.” His eyes shut and his head was thrown back as you fully sank down on his cock, your tongue flat against him. Before he could stop himself, his hand flew to your hair, yanking at the strands as you moved back up, your hand pumping the parts of him that you couldn’t reach.

“God, your mouth feels so great…” He moaned, back arching as you reached his tip once again, licking it before sinking back down — you took him just a bit deeper that time, and the motion didn’t pass by unnoticed. He was really starting to believe Jimin, and he wondered if maybe he should’ve been more worried about the entire rollercoaster situation. “Ah, that’s it. Just like that.”

You moaned around him, the vibrations making him cry out, desperate. Hoseok couldn’t hold himself back from moving closer to the edge of the bed, his other hand clenching your bedsheets between his fingers as you continued to swallow his cock like it belonged in the hot confinement of your mouth.

“Oh— oh my god, baby,” he grunted, pulling at the strands of your hair. His mind was starting to get hazy, his chest fluttering in a mess of sighs and heavy breaths every time that you sank down on his member; every time you flicked your tongue against his sentitive slit or pumped his base. “That’s really good, you take my cock so well.”

You looked up just to see the mess that Hoseok had turned into. With his mouth parted and eyes glazed over, he looked like he was about to fall apart at any second. He was watching you in complete awe, his eyebrows falling to form a beautiful frown of concentration; tongue coming out to lick his lips. He was so fucked out that you felt yourself getting riled up by his image, a pool of wetness accumulating between your thighs.

“You look so pretty like this.” He exhaled, unaware of his own words. Hoseok was too busy following your swollen, redden lips as they wrapped around his member, your cheeks hollowing after you sucked him with all that you had. Even the small amount of droll around your mouth was enough to make him throb in your hold, a grunt escaping him. “With these — fuck — those pretty lips around my cock, shit. I could watch you forever.”

You hummed around his member again at his words, the vibrations shooting directly at his core, where a rising heat had dangerously grown stronger, signaling his upcoming orgasm. Hoseok loved the way you actually looked like you were enjoying yourself, moaning and whimpering around his cock as you took all of him in your mouth, eyes closing every time he throbbed inside you. The eagerness in which you took him in, like you were starving for his cock, was one of the filthiest images that Hoseok had ever seen, and it was one that he knew would haunt his dreams for the years to come.

When you removed his cock from your mouth with a dirty wet sound, Hoseok was about to complain before he saw you licking down his length, one of your hands holding his cock away from your face as your tongue started to play with his balls. It was an odd feeling, but not an unwelcomed one, and it kept him on edge for a little while longer while you played with him.

With a timid whimper, you looked up at him as you licked your way back up to his tip. The image was so hot that he almost fainted, a deep moan escaping his throat when you took him back inside your delicious mouth.

And the truth was clearer than Hoseok had ever expected: Jimin was right.

“Fuck, babe, how did you get this good?” Hoseok grunted, trying his best to focus on the picture-perfect image of your lips wrapped tightly around his throbbing cock. He could tell that his release was starting to build up at an alarming rate, his thighs growing weaker every time you took him inside you. “Oh my- Ngh! Fuck! Oh my god!”

Hoseok’s mind was wiped clean when he felt his tip hitting the back of your throat, his hips buckling up as your throat clenched around him. He was pretty sure he was in heaven then — if he focused, he could hear angels singing all around him — , his pleasure overtaking every cell of his body as you continued sucking the soul out of him.

“Holy fuck, do that again,” he begged, his voice much higher than before. You didn’t need to be asked twice, because, within a second, he was crying out at the feeling of your throat wrapping around his cock one more time; his hands holding tightly to the roots of your hair. The only reason why Hoseok hadn’t started fucking your mouth yet was because he wanted to have you in control, giving him the best head of his life without any interruption. “Fuck, fuck— Baby, you’re so fucking good at this, fuck.”

There was a vague raising of his hips to meet your movements, making him hit the back of your throat again and again, the lewd sounds you were making filling the room. Nothing in his life had ever compared to that instant, he had ever felt a pleasure as great as he did at that point, and he knew it was about to snap.

“God, I’m gonna cum,” he sobbed, finally closing his eyes and letting the pleasure take over. “Fuck, you’re so good, I’m gonna—“

Hoseok filled your mouth with his cum, dripping down your throat when you swallowed around him. His head was spinning and his muscles were trembling, and that time he was unable to hold himself back from thrusting up against your mouth, trying to prolong that divine sensation for as long as he could before, at last, collapsing against the mattress with a final, shaky moan.

He barely heard you when you got up to your feet, his mind floating above his body as he tried to get himself back together. With the little force that he still had inside him, Hoseok leaned on his elbows and stared at you like you were made of gold. “Fuck, ____.” He breathed out, and the only thing he could say was, “What the fuck?”

You giggled at his reaction, thumb cleaning a bit of cum that had painted the corner of your mouth. “I appreciate your feedback,” you teased, pointing over your shoulder, to where your desk stood, forgotten. “Now that you have your answer, can I study in peace?”

“Y-Yeah, sure,” he struggled to say. “I’ll... stay quiet.”

You smiled brightly. “Thanks!”

He thought about thanking you right back for giving him the best orgasm of his life, but he thought that would make everything much more pathetic. So he didn’t.

Hoseok eventually found the motivation within him to put his cock back inside his underwear, clumsily pulling his pants back up. He found himself in the same position he was before everything went down: dumbfounded, staring at the back of your head as you worked on your textbook. The red numbers on the clock told him that just ten minutes had passed, and yet his life had completely changed.

All that he wanted was to return the favor — it was the fair exchange, after all. Hoseok sat up at the edge of the bed and spoke up, filled by a newfound courage. “Wait. Don’t you want me to take ca—”

“Shut the fuck up, Hoseok.”

His mouth fell shut and his courage deflated just as quickly. Maybe another time.

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artaxerxesthegreat · 3 years

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Loosely based on a dream I had about Druig/ Barry Keoghan (and another character he played)

Merging of universes: X-men, Spider-Man, and the MCU.

College AU!

Sprite is a minor so I’ll be using Raffey Cassidy from The Killing of a Sacred Deer instead (plus she was Sprite in my dream too (my subconscious knows better)).

Because this story (series) is based on a dream I had, Druig will most likely not be the Druig we all know and love. I am sorry… Almost. Druig and other characters will also be mixed with their actor counterparts, basically making new people.

Everyone in this story is 18+, if minors are mentioned they aren’t getting in any weird, sick, twisted situations with adults.

I also use female pronouns for the reader and the reader may be a bit OC.

Druig has an American accent (for now)

Not beta-read

I would also prefer that minors DO NOT interact with this at all. Thank you.

Warnings: College AU!, Swearing, gaslighting, manipulation, cheating, mild violence (?), implied sexual content, mentions of bullying, college strife, MCU/X-Men/Spider-Man/Actors mashed in one universe, self-doubt, insecurities, depression, angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, slow burn, family issues, mentions of disabilities (is that a warning?)… I’ll probably be adding more warnings as the story goes on. (Please let me know if I’ve missed something too.)

Playing with Fire: Part 2

Part 2

Woman Who Birthed Me

Tuesday 6:30 AM

“Hey sweetie just remember to go to your classes today and study well! Love you ❤️”

��How? Just, HOW!?” Sighing, I quickly type back.

6:31 AM

“Sure thing.”

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“I hate my life.” Begrudgingly I get out of bed and start to get ready; by the time it’s 7 I’m out the door on my way to the cafeteria.

Now normally I don’t eat breakfast, because I’d rather sleep in, but Tuesday mornings are when I have breakfast with my very best friends- since kindergarten- Jubilation Lee and Kitty Pryde. Strolling into the cafeteria I easily spot Jubilee’s signature yellow raincoat; she’s had it for as long as I can remember, I’ve tried getting her to wear something else but she really sticks with the coat.

“Y/N! Hey girl- oh you look like shit.” As soon as Kitty sees me she gets up from her seat to give me a hug, “Long night?”

“You could say that, yeah,” I plop in my chair, laying my head on the table. I feel hands pat my head and back in comfort. “I was gonna skip today.” The comforting ceases so I sit up to find them staring at me with wide eyes.

“You? You were going to skip class?!” Jubilee whisper yells at me.

“I don’t believe it, you are and what have you done with Y/N?” Kitty hisses back.

“Seriously, I can’t have an off day?”

“NO!” They say simultaneously.

“Wow… Well obviously that didn’t happen since I’m here… Plus my mom texted me as soon as I said it. I swear she has a microphone in my room or something.”

“Dang that’s rough.” Jubilee takes a sip from her cup offering me some.

“What is it?” I gaze into the cup unsure if I should drink some.

“Coffee, duh.” She gives me an eye roll at the sound I make.

“You know Ju-Ju has to have her coffee every morning.” Kitty giggles at my pouting face.

“I know, but I don’t like coffee.” I drop my head into my chest pretending to cry.

“Drink some, it’ll help you. Trust me, have I ever steered you wrong?” She passes the cup to me, which I willing take.

“Uh yes you have, remember the ‘Maximoff Incident’?” I glare at her as the memory of Pietro and myself rushes into my mind.

“Okay, that was one time! AND, I apologized many times! Plus if it wasn’t for that, you guys wouldn’t even be friends now.” She defends herself much to my amusement; if I wasn’t so tired I would’ve smiled.

“No amount of ‘I’m sorry’ is ever gonna make up for that, Jubes.” I mutter while taking a sip of her god-awful coffee, “Oh. It’s not that bad, dang this is good. Okay because this tastes waaaay better than I thought, I’ll forgive you for the ‘Time- that- will- not- be- named’.”

“Gee thanks, Y/N.” She rolls her eyes but smiles at me regardless, “How fortunate that my coffee-making, skills earned your forgiveness.”

“Very fortunate indeed.” I chuckle drinking more.

“Yes, go ahead and drink it all. I didn’t want it back.” She says sarcastically, crossing her arms.

“Oops sorry, Jubes.” I offer her her cup back, only for her to decline it and go make another cup for herself.

“So, how come you had such a shitty night?” Kitty asks as she begins eating her fruit cup.

Last night’s encounter floods my mind much to my annoyance, I shift in my set groaning as I remember being partnered with…

“Ugh.”

I glance at Kitty whose face shows that she wants the tea, and she wants it now, “Let’s wait for Jubilee-“

“I’m here! What’s good? What’s the tea? Tell me the tea!” She huddles close grasping her cup like she’s sitting by the fire waiting for a good story- which, I mean, she is.

“Sigh, okay, so you know how I’m in Professor X’s AP English Lit. Class? Right, well- Yes, Jubes?”

“Who’s Professor X?”

Kitty and I look at her completely surprised.

“Uhh the bald guy that quotes Shakespeare literally every day… He has that really cool wheelchair… He’s the guy you think is a mind reader.”

“OH HIM! I love that guy, he’s so cool, reading minds and shit… Why do you call him Professor X?”

"Well, he’s well known for his notorious grading style back in the day. Even straight-A students would get their papers back littered in red X’s. It was a big deal for people to properly understand, know, and appreciate Shakespeare like him. If you had a differing opinion than him he’d kick you out of class until you apologized. He’s calmed down a lot since then, but he’s still a bit of a hardass. I basically had to bribe him to let me do this project on Publius’ Hades and Persephone instead of Shakespeare, no I’m not kidding; I told him if he let me do this I’d write a 20-page thesis on Shakespeare’s Comedy of Errors. He was thrilled by the offer and the fact that I know what the Comedy of Errors is, he said I could do the thesis in 15 pages and as long as he chooses who my partner is for the project. I-" Reality is a bitch, but Professor X, he-

*deep breath*

“… Um Y/N, you good?” Kitty asks cautiously, she looks at Jubilee who is just as concerned as her.

“No. No, I’m not.” I close my eyes pinching the bridge of my nose, “Alrighty then, that’s the game he’s playing. Alright, I got your number Charlies Patrick Xavier Stuart.”

“What just happened?” Kitty whispers to Jubilee.

“I have no idea, but I think we’re gonna finally get the tea.” She whispers back. I finally open my eyes to see them barely containing their excitement.

Sighing deeply I tell them everything that happened last night along with the horrible dream I had. They smiled at me sympathetically when I finished my tale and handed me their coffee and Lucky Charms™. This is why I love them so much, they know how to make me feel better, even when they have no idea how. I gratefully accept their offerings with a lopsided smile, but they know I’m still not thrilled that my teacher literally played me.

“What if we reported him? You know Professor X?” Kitty offers.

“And get herself in trouble for literally bribing a teacher? Yeah, that’s not gonna work out well, especially if her mom finds out.” Jubilee counters, hearing what she said prompts a loud groan from me.

“Damn, I totally forgot about my mom, she can never- and I mean, NEVER know!” I slump in my chair staring at the ceiling.

“Well, now the real question is, how are you gonna work with the laziest and hottest guy in your class?” Kitty shakes her head gazing at the floor sighing wistfully.

Jubilee and I share a look before I say:

“Are you fucking serious right now? Did you just say that that bad dye job was- nay- is, hot?” I lean forward in my chair making sure I heard her correctly.

“I mean, he is kinda hot.” Jubilee pipes up.

“I’ve been insulted, disrespected,” I place my hand over my heart pretending to sob, “I’ve been mistreated.”

“Such a Drama Queen.” Kitty laughs playfully pushing me.

“Did you just quote ‘Mistreated’?”

“You know I did.” I giggle.

Jubilee shakes her laughing at me taking another sip of coffee, “You know what you need?”

“A new life?” I sass.

“No,” She says smiling, “More coffee, I’ll be right back.”

“This is gonna end badly for me, isn’t it?” I turn to Kitty.

“Probably, that coffee is gonna go through you like a bullet train; but on the flip side it might kick in when you have to meet Barry, so you’ll have an excuse to not see him.” She shrugs at me.

“Yeah, but as much as I don’t want to meet with him I HAVE to. This is my grade hanging in the balance. I know I said I didn’t have a problem failing this project, but I love Hades and Persephone! I was really looking forward to this.” I cling to her arm giving her puppy dog eyes. Laughing she pulls me into a hug petting my head.

“There, there, it’ll be alright babes. You’re smart, you'll figure out how to work with him AND get a good grade.”

“Thanks.” I breathe out.

“Okay I’m back with the coffee, drink up, you want to have the energy to deal with this man.” Jubilee thrusts the cup into my hands taking out her phone, “Dang, I gotta go to class now guys. I’ll see you guys later, Y/N remember you’re my ride today.”

“I gotchu girl, see you later.” We hug and watch as she runs to her Chemistry class.

“She’s totally gonna blow something up again, isn’t she?” Kitty questions drinking her orange juice.

“Oh yeah.” Smiling, I drink my coffee and check my own phone for the time.

9:01 AM

“My class is in an hour, do you wanna hang out, or are you busy?” I tilt my head to Kitty who’s replying to a message.

“Totally! Pietro was just updating me on Jubilee’s crush.” She wiggles her brows at me.

“Excuse me, crush? When was I gonna be told about this?”

“Sorry I meant to tell you about it but you’ve been super busy with work, classes, and Raffey.” There was a bit of venom in her voice when she said Sprite’s real name. Biting the inside of my cheek I nod my head in understanding.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that; it’s not my fault my suitemate wanted to be friends with me. Trust me, I was very standoffish with her and I guess in her world that means ‘I must become friends with this introvert! They need my help!’ To be fair, she stuck through it, so I figured I’d throw her a bone.” I shrug while eating a grape from Kitty’s plate, “Alright, what’s with all the fruit?”

“Oh, I’m so glad you asked! It’s for my health class, we have to eat a certain amount of fruits and veggies every day for the next week, documenting our results. You know, how we feel, if we’re still hungry, blah blah blah. Fun stuff, I even got Pietro in on it.”

I look at her shocked and then confused.

“Wait, which one?”

“Hmm? Oh, mine of course lol.” She waves a hand dismissively at me.

“Your Pietro said he’ll join in your weird class diet project? The wrestling champion of this college said no to meat for a week? Wow, he must really love you.” I huff out a laugh, “Hold on did you just say L-O-L?”

“No I said “lol" you said “L-O-L”.” She winks at me cheekily.

“I’m this close to smackin’ you Pryde.” Bringing up my hand I show her the small space between my pointer finger and thumb. She smacks my hand laughing at me, “So, how is it? Having a boyfriend and stuff?”

“It’s super fun! We have video game dates and he’s even joined our campaign! Speaking of which, when are you gonna rejoin our campaign? Your Mage is still in the Wilderness of Despair being killed by Ogres.”

I laugh remembering the D&D game that I had to put on hold because of my mom. Thinking about it now I’ve put a lot of things that I enjoy on hold because of her. She can be so demanding sometimes, her excuse is that I need to have better priorities and monopolize my time better. If she completely had her way I wouldn’t even have my art or music. But I digress.

“Ha, I totally forgot about that. Hey, maybe we can get Jubilee’s crush to join!”

“Oh yeah, I don’t think that’s gonna happen.” Kitty says sadly.

“What do you mean?”

“He’s not that kinda guy.” I raise a brow at her to explain further, “He’s a jock.”

“Uhhhh… wow, hmm… Was not expecting that. Like, at all!”

“I know right! Totally blindsided by that.”

“Well to be fair the same thing could be said about your boyfriend.” I counter.

“Yeah, for people who don’t know him. We’ve been friends longer than we’ve dated and he even said that he always wanted to play D&D, so, no lol.”

“Stop saying ‘lol’, but I mean I guess Colossus does kind of give off nerd vibes. Subtly but they are there… Lol.”

Kitty sharply turns her head to me and lightly punches my arm.

“Oh I can’t say ‘lol’ but it’s fine when you do? Not in this house Y/N.”

We share a laugh as I continue to ask questions about Jubilee’s mystery man.

“Wait, wait, wait, what do you mean she’s never talked to him?”

“I know! She talks to everyone, but with him she just… Well, she turns into you, but all blushing and stutters so much, poor baby. She can’t talk to him. At. All! It’s actually very painful to watch. And before you ask, yes I have tried getting them to talk, but nothing works, she always runs away whenever he’s near.”

“I can’t believe some guy has Jubilee flustered. I can’t imagine that.”

“I can, remembeeeeeerrr Maximoff~.” She leans into me wiggling her eyebrows again.

“You shut your mouth, that situation is nothing like this one. Not by a long shot, at least I talked to my crush! Ex-crush… Yeah, ex-crush.” I say firmly.

“Ex-crush huh? What happened?” She chuckles.

“We became friends and I got to know him, is what happened. That man has waaaaaaaaay too much energy, I mentally and physically cannot keep up with him. Honestly, it’s a bit draining being his friend.”

“You lazy butt.”

I giggle shrugging at her.

“What can I say? Oh shit, I gotta go or I’m gonna be late for C++.” I stand gathering my things. “I know I can nap a bit in that class, Mr. Kingo is super chill. Half the time he’s not even telling us about the subject matter.”

“What does he talk about?” Kitty props her arm on the back of the chair confused, “I heard he’s a great teacher.”

“Yeah, probably because he passes everyone for simply listening to his jokes and the stories about the time he was a Bollywood actor. I think he still does it sometimes.”

“Wow, I need to take his class.” Kitty gets up and hugs me goodbye, “Oh here, eat an orange or something.”

“Thank you, mom.” I laugh while taking the orange walking to the double doors.

“Study hard!”

Not turning around I flip her off, her laugh reaches my ears and I smile as I make my way to the library’s computer lab. Entering the library I walk up the stairs to Mr. Kingo’s class and hand him my orange. He smiles confused at me but doesn’t question it and places it on his desk.

“Thank you Y/N. Okay then let’s get into this.” He claps his hands, rubbing them together, “Good morning everyone! How are we feeling today?”

Moans are heard throughout the computer lab which causes him to smile widely.

“Awh come on guys, it is currently 9:40 AM, it’s not that early. Wake up, come on, come on. Today is going to be a simple day. I found an old movie I was in. Who wants to watch for extra credit? Lord knows you guys need it.”

“Damn that’s cold.” Bobby says, shaking his head as a smile tugs at his lips.

“Cold, but true.” Rogue adds.

“Alright, here we go.” Mr. Kingo hits play on the DVD player and the movie begins.

I lay my head down and slowly drift off to sleep.

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Part 3

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A/N That's part 2!! EEEEHHH I'm so excited I'm finally doing this! I'm going to try to post a part every day, but I might not be able to; I have obligations and stuff, but I'll still try <3. Hope everyone liked this, and don't worry Druig is gonna show up soon.

P.S I'm still learning how tumblr works on the computer and on mobile. All I ever did was reblog stuff, I'm in new territory now, but I'll get it... Maybe lol.

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