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yutasbimil · 2 years

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asahi x fem!oc | haikyuu ff. (time-skip!older asahi) [one-shot] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: fluff, slight angst (not really), smut cw: nsfw minors dni, minor plot, fingering, oral, deepthroating, swallowing, size difference, [aroused, deprived and hormonal ppl lol], established relationship, unprotected sex, FLUFF!!! D; note: not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, tho no specific characteristics are mentioned on the fem!oc so pls feel free to imagine as y/n or YOU ♡ word count: 4.4k

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Why doesn’t my boyfriend want to go down on me?!

‘Why can’t he just go down on me?!’

Her thoughts are running for miles, following along with the tall man speeding around the court. The image of him drenched in sweat and shirt sticking painstakingly close to his lean body made the girl want to toss a towel at him, give him water to hydrate and all the same want to tighten the said towel around his neck on how irresistible he looks.

She never had lenses towards him like this ever, not till recently.

Asahi’s radiant expression contradicts Aoi’s frustration with him… He always seems to blind me with his smile.

Her inner turmoil is not noticeable in her softened face. Maybe that’s part of why her boyfriend is not noticing her concern.

It’s more on me needing to hydrate and calm down though. She held onto the towel resting on her damp hair.

“You just got here, Ando-san! Why the long face?” Noya greets the girl, Aoi Ando, as blue as her name can be, but she still turns to the guy with a bright smile. She lifts the refreshments she carried coming here, and she cracked open the cap for him. “School can be tiring y’kno? Though, I still need to wait up for you guys and Asahi-chan!”

Noya gets the extra bottle from her hand, pointing behind him.

“He’s still finishing up some spikes, it won’t take that long for our Ace to get the hang of things!” He grins, earning a nod from the girl, she wasn’t able to fully turn and peek through the gym door as she felt her body numb.

She stretches her body, an evident pain in her face as she reaches for her back. That is part of her frustration, another ache and itch she cannot reach. Curse the hormones.

As if on cue, some firm limbs took hold of both her arms, lifting her whole body to crack free her aching bones. As Asahi puts her down, she looks more relaxed.

Aoi already knows his touch by heart.

“Sankyu, Asahi-san.” she pecked his cheek, a sight all too familiar for the others. Noya grins, looking at the two, more amused how Asahi could still turn red at the shorter girl’s greeting.

Noya is reminded of the scene just now, like a replayed record… the kiss left quite an impression on them.

Aoi Ando is the same year as Asahi and the others. And it’s quite a while since they have been together. Ever since the games last spring, she crashed into Asahi and then pecked his cheek, a bit too excited as they won. Much to the taller male’s surprise, even the high jump of the girl made him carry her. But what made his brain short circuit is that kiss.

The drop of sweat is not just because of the tiring aftermath of the game, but on how the two even comprehend what just happened.

The redness of the taller male’s ears and face spread all throughout, it even made the others blush due to too much shock.

That made them confess, and from then on started dating.

But it isn’t much since he made a move on her intimately. Sure, he had been soft towards her, as a big softie he’s always been. The same with her, she likes where their relationship is going. The soft skinship melts her enough to the core. But anything else, it’s honestly frustrating her.

Fast forward now to her dilemma at this very moment.

Though it isn’t obvious to her seemingly demure demeanor.

Aoi yawns, her eyes are slanted gazed upon him. To her knowledge, she feels his eyes towards her. But she at least thinks: can’t he lose control and go down with her sooner?

It just translates to her being pouty and sleepy, making Asahi think of her adorably.

“That got you relaxed?” He massages her back. She sighs, mewling a bit as he moves to a sore spot. “Y-yeah… way too relaxed.” She leans into him, letting out another teary yawn.

It isn’t a surprise that she’s the sleepy type of person, even on how much she can take naps during breaks, or at times, during class. But Aoi is a reliable person to be around if she wins over her willpower.

Today is a bit of an idle mode for her, Asahi observed, seeing her damp hair. She often feels extra sleepy after a shower, or after eating a whole hearty meal. The girl got a towel still wrapped around the top of her head; she doesn’t seem to care much since the gym shower is nearby.

“How was your swimming class?” Asahi asks.

Aoi shrugs, pursing her lips. “Still sucks, but at least I won't drown as much.”

“As much?” Noya intervenes, Aoi sticks her tongue out lazily. “That's progress for me, but I might not take more extra curricula next year.” She lets out a sigh, turning to stretch her head.

She takes her hair out of the damp towel, turning over her head to dry her hair more. Lifting her head back up, it suddenly elicited some laughs from the two volleyball players.

Her hair looks like a bird’s nest.

“What?” she groaned, more as Noya continued his laughing fit, Asahi managed to hold back with a hand over his mouth. She just pouts leaning back on the wall, her boyfriend helps her dry it up. The teasing didn’t stop though.

“Noya-boke! Even you grow shorter with your hair wet.” Aoi retorts, finally making the other stop laughing.

“Oi! I did not even go there, shrimp!”

Aoi rolls her eyes at them more as Asahi still laughs at her. She looks bummed out, though thinking to herself, most of the time that's just his way to show affection.

“Asahi! He’s getting on my nerves…” She drags over her tone, getting more tired. Asahi gives in. “Let’s stop teasing her now, hmm?”

Noya feels offended as if Asahi wasn’t on his side and laughing along earlier? Noya pouts along. “You’re the type to baby her too much.”

“How so?”

Noya could only roll his eyes out, seeing the couple clung to each other, and now, the taller guy was brushing the shorter girl’s hair. He quickly pulls his jacket over her, it’s way too big for her as she wears it. Though it isn’t Asahi to Aoi if he can’t take five minutes without shaking her small figure or squeezing her face with his big hand.

She growls, reaching to bite his arm. “Can’t you be sweet and gentle for a moment, Asahi?!”

Noya grimaces.

“Tch, once I get a girlfriend, you won’t have to torture me like this!”

“I told you I am here, but you keep ignoring me.” Aoi jokes, knowing how invested he is in Kiyoko-san. Meeting eyes with Aoi, the sudden change of smug look on Noya’s face isn’t that nice.

Asahi observes him closely, at guard squinting at him.

Noya at times can take advantage and make fun of her “naive” nature.

“Hey,” his face is serious. “Can you make your elbows touch?”

Noya demonstrates, both the tips of his elbows touching in front of him.

Aoi quickly copies it. “Like this?”

She’s wearing Asahi’s jacket as to why her figure isn’t noticeable, but due to Noya’s antics, the action made her breasts plump up.

“Oh, it is bigger than it looks, Asahi!” Noya’s face formed a letter ‘o’, attempting to inch closer. In between shock and frozen, meeting eyes with his girlfriend didn’t help in handling his reaction time.

Suga-san joins in, surprised at Asahi’s shout, pulling Noya back from getting closer to the girl. “Noya!!!”

“Huh?” Aoi faces him demonstrating it again, plumping it once again. “What’s wrong?”

Asahi flushes as it’s obvious he's staring at her chest, seeing how she’s occupied more of their close proximity. He turns away, calming himself up a bit. “I’m going to clean up.”

Noya and Aoi look at each other.

“Don't tease him too much, you two.” Suga chides in right after Asahi walks out, it’s clear that his glance at him was an implication that he can’t take much of it at the moment, he can look after Aoi for a while.

“Was the act too much?” Aoi asks, looking in the direction Asahi is headed.

“Well, it is working…” Suga answers, averting his eyes. To her position at the moment… it’s hard not to blush.

She stopped the moment she saw how it had an effect on the boys.

Asahi is too flustered to even attempt to touch an inch close to her skin and put away her hands.

Aoi apologizes. Even the others blushed…

The petite girl quickly follows after Asahi, still near the opening of the gym door. He actually stopped in his tracks to wait for her as he heard familiar footsteps.

Meeting eyes with her, it seems like his blushing hasn't subsided, but for an entirely different reason. Asahi asserts his gaze at Aoi.

He sighs, trying to maintain his look towards her. “Don't make Nishinoya do that to you.”

“He's just teasing, no harm—!”

“I just don't like him staring at you too much.” Asahi stressed, letting out a huff. “Especially that way, I—”

“Then look at me then. Like… that way, Asahi-san.” She tugs on his sleeve, lowering her head as she pouts, feeling the shame catching over her. Her plan did work but this is a bit… The effect may be too much on the tension present between them. Was she wrong to get others involved? Though, she might’ve been selfish in her needs. And for also pushing Asahi towards this direction.

Aoi loosens her grip as well. “S-sorry… okay, I won't do that again. That was a bit out of line…”

In deep thought, she feels him easing up on her touch, shaking his head. Why was he this affected though? Asahi worries over his lips, hesitating to pat her head.

“No need to apologize, I’m mostly sorry here, Aoi-chan.”

To see her go over this extent of teasing… He had felt guilty with that expectant and gloomy look on Aoi’s face, seeing her fidget on her spot.

It struck Asahi. He cannot hold back any longer now.

This is also for her sake.

Asahi’s will to hold back reach till nighttime.

He couldn’t sleep, all the tossing and turning of his bed made his unruly hair more into a mess. Aoi is staying by his apartment tonight, and the thought alone that she’s close by, just by the other room snuggled in and at peace. It was him who insisted that they shouldn’t be sleeping in the same bed yet as it’s a bit cramped for the both of them to occupy. Or not directly– but she let her hit the hay first. And she easily did so.

Her solemn face hugging the extra pillow so close to her sparked some sort of heat in Asahi’s system. He knows how comforting her warmth is and that is more than anything that he needs especially how exhausted he is with work lately. So why did he avoid any means of contact with what he needs?

He also did not take into mind what she wants.

Asahi knows to himself that maybe, he won’t be able to control himself, especially on how pretty she looks in his huge shirt, how contradicting it is seeing her exposed belly along with how tight her shorts are wrapped around her legs, and her cute bum–

His eyes widened due to thoughts running around his head and his tightened pants– he did not just go there thinking of his cute girlfriend’s ass… Asahi breathes out, ruffling his tousled hair.

He chose to walk around his living room. A refresher of cold water hitting his face might help his head out of the gutter.

Someone else would fear encountering him like this; hair down, eyes spread wide to lack of sleep; it’s not the first sight for his close friends… but with Aoi standing face to face with him. She really takes fondness of Asahi’s hair down. At most, it turns her on??? Kidding.

Aoi finds it funny. But she is fond of seeing this relaxed version of him.

It is anything but relaxed on his end though.

He looks tired, coming back beside her by the kotatsu near his bed. She sleepily tugs by his sleeve, she mutters. “Asahi… I'm really bothered.”

He hums in response.

Instead of initiating to elaborate with words, he blushes as she opens her mouth, clearly heated as she rubs both her legs for friction. His senses seem to be quickly heightened with every movement she does, it’s as if he’s in the court at the lead in a game– the gliding of her soft skin to the bedsheet, her grip to the ends of the hem of his shirt, her fluttering teary eyes, the back of her arched and stretched out, her heaving breath– he’s extra observant right now.

In a fraction of a second, as if he’s ready to dunk the ball on the floor on how he pinpointed her figure in his mind.

“But I’m…” yawns “...too sleepy…” She scratches her eyes gently. “Do me? Please?”

They've talked about this before, how she got permission to wake him up with her mouth on his dick. But every time he grows reluctant on pushing her. She still hasn't had the chance to do it as they haven’t slept in together yet.

So, this is his turn to put their plans into action. She can return the favor sometime soon.

“Sorry, Asahi… I know you've also got a long day of training and…”

He kisses her to cut her off, ever so gently though. He cups her face, stroking it gently. “It's fine… I still have some left-off stamina I'm still thinking of spending and…”

“Wa-wait! Asahi…” she suddenly puts away his other hand approaching her chest, to which she asks him to back away a bit, putting her tongue out flatly, mouth wide for him.

It took him a while to click in his brain.

“You want me to…?”

“Ahhh…” Her mouth seems inviting, his Adam’s apple bopped at the sensual sight. “Ah, I can’t move much but do whatever you want,” her voice seemed muffled with her tongue in the way. But by the way her hands are reaching for his tented pants, his groin started to twitch at how she was luring him.

“If you say so, baby…” The way he’s a bit hesitant on pulling it down, contrasts with her aggression to put his clothes away.

Her tongue meeting the tip of his dick, is enough to drive their senses to the edge. Seeing her open position, back pressed down the bed as she’s about to perform an upside-down blowjob for him. It’s enough to put him on cloud nine.

“I’ll start slow…” Asahi controlled every inch of his gratification not to go too deep to begin with.

“Yes, please… don’t think about it too much.” With a nod of her head, she bopped her head subtly to indicate testing the waters. She doesn’t know her limit yet, they also agreed in between to either imply that she’ll pat him if it’s too much, or to continue shoving deeper.

It’s a different type of sensation for the two of them, but not enough for her to feel him being rough.

It’s deepthroating this way…

“Ahh… Aoi-san, slowly. Shit, n-not too much.” The girl nibbles her way around her dick, a bit ticklish at first but it turns different once she moves up and down, giving him some sort of sensation, to further push him to move more. Her ears reddened at the vulgar language he spitted out, earning her lips to reach both her ears at witnessing this side of him.

Asahi on the other hand is already forming beads of sweat to maintain the current rhythm he’s doing. Helping him out to motivate him, she puts the grip of her fingers around his erection, sucking along the speed. The additional stimulation is enough to buck his hips in her throat.

“F-fuck, aah.” Asahi hisses, twitching at the sinful sight of him etched by her throat.

The girl giggled as she pulled back momentarily, muzzling vibrations around him. Aoi manages to gawk more, grabbing his girth and balls to suck him deeper.

Slurping more, it lets Asahi let loose some steam, earning a pleasured moan out of her as he grabs her by the hair. The continuous movement and warm, tightening sensation make him cum after a few more seconds.

She’s painted white all over her, pleasure washing over both their senses. Asahi is quick to caress her head. “S-sorry, it’s too soon. It’s just… I’ve been holding back, and this is different for you.”

She slurps his seed, licking her lips clean. “For both of us…”

Aoi pulls him close to clean off every last of his ejaculation as well.

Based on what she has been reading and shoving her eyebrows toasted on articles. Now it’s safer.

If ever they’re planning to release inside of her.

“You’ll get more of me, if you want.” She spreads her arm, eyes now a shade darker upon tasting the sweetness of victory he filled her.

It sounds like music to her ears on the words that followed his beautiful lips. “Now it's your turn, baby, is that okay?”

The thought process wasn’t given enough time for her lips to blurt out her neediness, and desperation in her tone. “Yes… man… I’ve been fantasizing about your fingers inside me for so long, Asahi. You got huge and pretty hands. Finger me, please?”

It’s as if his throat got clogged and responded with a cough on how straightforward she is. He hasn’t seen her side yet, but it’s actually exhilarating. His body reacted more to the heat she draws near as she feathers the tips of her fingers to his arm.

“Like this? You like it–” He gets closer, intentionally cutting off his lines, and she mewls. “Mmmm… right there.”

He plays by the folds of her panties, already wet as she’s drowned with her fantasies since earlier from sucking him. He’s rubbing his fingers down there as she weakly shuffles in her place. Her eyes grow teary, both from pleasure and drowsiness. But her brain is stimulated way beyond awake.

She opens her mouth again but a signal that it needs attention. “Asahi-san… please.”

He pulls down her bra, revealing her breasts. Her nipples are already erect as her chest is exposed and sprung open from her undergarments. Asahi kissed it but didn’t attempt anything else, making her look at him. His eyes soft and darkened looking back at her, he speaks.

“Aoi-san, I’m very sorry…” His apology is felt with every contact of his lips to hers, pressing down harder as he navigates lower. “It’s not that I don’t look at you that way or that I don’t find you sexy…” He places another kiss, painting over the plumpness of her chest. “I do, you’re beautiful and… In all honesty, I respect you so much. And it’s been hard holding back for you.”

With a heaving sigh of relief off her lips as he placed his hand on her supple cheek, he looks at her endearingly. “I’m sorry it took this long…”

She caresses the curls of his hair, shaking her head gently. Gasping for air, she tries to encourage more fervor in his touches. “I’ve been telling you to not hold back though.”

“You did…” Asahi did the pleasure to tend her breasts, twisting the erect nipples due to his touch and cold. “No need to beg anymore. I love you.”

“Hnhh… I love you too.” She almost drools at the anticipation, the more he nips over her bare chest, peppering soft kisses, some deepened presses by her nipples. She elicits a sigh of pleasure, turning into a moan as he licks her nipple, sucking it the next. “Uhhh… ah. A-asahi—”

“You're a bit loud for someone sleepy, princess.” He kisses the side of her face, caressing her breasts some more as he moves his lips down her neck to her armpits. His hot breath made her moan at the tickling sensation of her bare skin, tugging by his hair.

She almost yelps, quite awake and vigilant as he slides her panties to the side, revealing her now obvious wet folds. It’s difficult to hide now as it’s evident in the moistness of her panties and warmth filled their senses.

Seeing a plethora of newfound expressions from her, pushed Asahi more to get out and discover more of her aroused reactions as he fingers her.

The wet and naughty noises pique her pleasure as he teases over her folds. She moans, feeling the hot breath of Asahi by her ear as he presses his finger by her clit. “M-hmm… more.”

He adjusts his fingers further inside, easily accessing the slippery path to her deepest core.

She breathes in a whine. “Asahi, please that's so good… do more.”

“Like this, baby?”

Asahi pushes his digits to reach deeper, curling it makes her wail, but she shakes her head.

“No… I want you. Inside me…now.” She faintly reaches for the erection on his pants almost bursting through the fabric, it twitches to her touch.

He kisses her forehead. “You're so impatient, baby. I'm only starting to make you feel good.”

“But I also want you to feel good too…” she says. It’s obvious to her eyes and actions but Asahi knows… she's too sleepy to even move.

He looks at her amused, chuckling as he fully slips off his pants. “That makes the two of us.”

She almost had her senses burst at the sensation of their naked edges, finally, he pushed his length inside of her. Just the tip alone had her bucking her hips, melting her legs at his proximity.

She feels that he hasn't moved yet or pushed to his 100%.

Give in already.

With a tug, what’s left of him is hugged tightly by her vaginal walls. She slips her slithering arms around his neck into a hug, trying her strength to push him to continue.

He’s still holding so much back to his full strength to avoid leaving unwanted scratches on and in her. He doesn’t want to hurt her, and she feels the hesitation with him. Even before he would vocal out his concern, his soft and calculated movements are enough to present it.

She can’t help but feel conscious.

“I’ll let you know if it hurts though… so please?” Aoi says.

She leads his hands to her chest, a bit coarse, surprising her. Though, still gentle to touch her.

The previous solemn atmosphere turned steamy, going increasingly intense like their shared body heat.

“Uhhh! Yes, ah-that’s it, Asahi.” she praises in between her squeals, unintentionally louder than expected as he’s now moving faster than where they started. Her body shook back and forth with his supported force. It is minimal to none to be helpful with him grabbing hold of her chest as his force stays vigorous at every thrust he does.

He isn't recognized as an athlete for nothing.

“It feels so good inside you, baby.” He manages to praise her, but she’s left occupied and speechless, washed with ecstasy to reply with coherent words. She’s only able to nod aimlessly, following a flurry of vowels spurring out her lips.

His reliable hands trace her hips, it oddly adds to her being turned on as his grip seems so secure and nicely matched to her smaller figure. They complement well with each other, along with fluent movements and coordinated breaths. Their heartbeats are in sync with their presence near each other. It really is a long-anticipated for both of them.

“Hmnhhh… ah-f-fuck, whatever you’re doing, Asahi-san. Ah-haa… it’s great!” Her nails scraped his chiseled back, their bones quivering as every movement pleased them. He hisses as her nails leave engraving on his skin, but more on the light coming in closer, the same as the girl he’s holding had her eyes reaching the tops of her eyelids.

She’s feeling herself reach the peak as well, she crashed her lips onto his tapping him as if calling for a timeout.

“I’m coming close—” She yelps, him simultaneously licking his lips.

“I’m about to lose it, Aoi— I’m pulling out.”

Asahi’s sense of control is even seen here as he managed to pump his length, and on cue— his load of cum came shooting onto the girl’s stomach.

She’s slightly displeased at the sight, seeing his released seed going to waste. She wanted it sprayed onto her mouth, having a lick of his taste. But she’s too much exhaustion to express her concern.

Asahi plops beside her, catching his breath. The cushion bounces at his weight, she feels it more as he pulls her to his chest. She looks up at him, he’s got his eyes furrowed.

“Was that too much for you? Or…? Do I need to tone it down a bit?” Asahi sheepishly strokes his fingers onto her, barely pressing force on her skin. It feels ironic to his previously hungry aura.

“I liked it as it is, Asahi-san.” She moved his hand onto the space of her waist, moving in closer to a whisper. “As long that it’s you, baby.” She places a gentle kiss on his drenched face. She wipes off his tiredness along with her touch as his lips grow a smile.

“I’ll keep mindful though,” Asahi adds.

“Yes, yes.” With a cheerful nod, she assured him. “So no longer hold back on wanting to go down on me, okay? It makes me feel wanted.”

“You know I always want to make you feel good.”

She giggles at that and with no signs of hesitations. She sticks out her butt, playfully spreading her still-wet folds for his eyes to feast in. “Can we get another round? I’m pretty wide awake now.”

He chuckles lowly, though not in a way that was merely mischievous. “Don’t expect I’m letting you have a lick of sleep the next time you’ll get me this riled up though.”

Oh, to be railed by Azumane Asahi, is enough of a dream come true for her than choosing proper sleep. Especially since she waited so long for this.

What’s so wrong with losing sleep sometimes?

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PREQUEL ARC: PART 2 - THE HOUK

A/N: Part 2 is here! First and foremost, can I just say thank you so much for the reception Part 1 received and to those who (gasps!) actually want me to tag them for updates??? I don’t know how to react??? I’m so touched??????? It’s so motivating and has reminded me why I love sharing my scribbles!

There’s a greater focus on world/character building in this chapter so if it feels a bit rambling or description heavy, I do apologise! Like I said, I’m trying to build some context to the reader-insert before we get to the smut, and I hope that I’ve kept her general enough that she doesn’t cross the line too much into OC territory and becomes unrelatable. As always, constructive criticism is welcome! My style of writing leaves much to be desired so I would love to know if something doesn’t make sense so I can improve and fix it. But enough of that, on with the show!

Pairing: Din Djarin/Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.2k

Rating: 18+ (NO Minors)

Warnings: Language and slight injury detail.

Plot: You encounter Mando suffering one misfortune after another.

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8 ABY, Mynock, Dandoran.

The second time you met him, he had dislocated his shoulder after a nasty clash with a Houk.

Your dealing with the Mandalorian on Klatooine had moved to the back of your mind and you rarely, if ever, thought about it. It was merely another encounter with a rough character that needed some medical attention. You wouldn’t have been able to hazard a guess at how many similar characters you saw in a week while you worked at the clinic. Even more so when you’d left Klatooine after becoming disillusioned that the New Republic were actually trying to make a difference.

You had heard stories from the Core and Mid Rim planets. Stories of the investment and progress being made to rebuild after the tyranny of the Empire, of the billions of credits being poured into the development of new ship building centers on Corellia and large, extravagant residencies for government members on Coruscant. Things, you were sure, that were not actually urgent necessities as they were desires. Especially given that the funds you received from that same government to sustain the clinic thinned before drying up completely a few months after your encounter with the Mandalorian.

…Hemorrhaging more credits than is justified for the benefits we’re seeing in return.

The busybody politician with a colorful title and even more colorful robes waxed poetically, hiding the sentiment of disinterest in ways only a politician could. Half-heartedly trying to distract you by his explanations with empty praise and gratitude for your service during the Rebellion and your humanitarian work now, a true embodiment of what the New Republic stands for. He crowed like the colorful bird he looked like, dressed as he was with fine feathers lining the lapels of his robes.

You bristle at the memory of the hologram’s eyes flickering to look at anything besides you, running down the time you had spent weeks trying to get.

That was when the memory of the Mandalorian surfaced, surprisingly. How the day after you treated him you arrived at the medical center and saw a familiar pouch of credits sitting innocently behind the check-in desk. When you enquired with the receptionist, she told you it was sitting there once she opened up earlier that morning. The only note left being on one of the datapads behind the desk, the scrawling font reading; to help with your work. You had let out a chuckle to yourself as you checked your schedule, wondering if the brutish male you had treated last night really was as cold as he portrayed himself to be.

The memory had incited a righteous anger that a bounty hunter was more willing to support a voluntary clinic than the government that set it up in the first place was.

I thought the Empire were the ones who put a credit limit on what a life is worth. You had hissed in return, interrupting what you were sure was a well-rehearsed and well used speech, before hanging up. You pressed the heel of your hands into your eyes, taking a shuddering breath as you tried not to be nihilistic in thinking that you had spent nearly half your life thinking you could make a difference, when, you were just serving the Empire in different clothing.

It wasn’t a fair comparison; you knew the New Republic was neither as cruel nor as tyrannical and oppressive as it’s predecessor, but you had been made so dreadfully aware that in places like the Outer Rim, people would always be overlooked by those in power because they simply didn’t offer enough to be worth looking at.

The realization was a raw wound to your soul. You had lost brothers and friends to the fight for liberation, but it didn’t seem as though the grass was much greener on the other side. Maybe elsewhere in the galaxy it was, but where you were needed most, the grass was dehydrated and dying under the relentless sun.

With the clinic penniless, your meagre pension from the Rebellion was not nearly enough to keep it functioning. Add to that the reluctance of the other medics to run the clinic alongside you out of their own pocket and the intergalactic beacon for medical aid that alerted anyone in the parsec of where to go being disengaged, traffic stopped. The native Klatooinians preferred their own healers and very rarely, if ever, sought out medics from the New Republic.

For the first time in your life, your path wasn’t clear. If you even had a path anymore.

That was how you found yourself on Dandoran, flying off a week after the last of the medics left Derelkann to the first planet that was habitable to humans. But by the Maker, it was even rougher than Klatooine. The temperate climate and lush greenery were more comfortable for you, but the city you found yourself in, Mynock, was to say the least, undesirable. Having once been Hutt Space, there were still several illegal operations active that kept the city going and you learned early on what areas to avoid and to always carry a blaster with you. But at least where there was activity, there was work for you.

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You met Biran Sonter the very day you arrived, asking directions to the nearest medical facility, hoping they could use another medic. He was an elderly Mirialan male with a wealth of history behind him, his facial tattoos creased with deep wrinkles and a kindly smile that reminded you of your grandfather.

You were flabbergasted to learn that during the time of the Galactic Republic, he acted as the royal physician to the palace on Naboo.

As you choked on the tea he had kindly made for you at that revelation, you couldn’t ask him quickly enough how he ended up here? On an Outer Rim backwater skughole of a planet and his tale had been sobering. When the Republic first fell, anyone who did not immediately surrender to the rising Empire was terminated. Biran had, at the time, only heard word of the death of the beloved former Queen Amidala and blamed the Empire vehemently. Escaping on one of the last shuttles from the Mid Rim planet before legions of clones descended, he arrived on Dandoran where no one, not even the Hutts cared enough to notice him. All they knew, was that he was an excellent doctor who charged little for his services and kept to himself. That was good enough for them. While he treated a vast number of criminals ranging from thieves to bounty hunters, he was not wholly merciful. He somehow managed to avoid or talk his way out of treating anyone in the organized crime syndicates or known traffickers and killers. It may have gone against a physician’s code to do ones best to save every life, but he like many, made their own code in the Outer Rim.

You fell into a fast and easy friendship with the Mirialan after that, your similar histories of working in the medical field despite being decades apart giving you plenty to talk about. The practice Biran ran in Mynock was always busy and he was only too grateful when you offered to take the weight off his old shoulders and gradually, his clients began to expect to see you most of the day and Biran for a few hours in the early morning. You were never short on work between cantina brawls, accidents and the downright attacks that took place in Mynock and the next eighteen standard months seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, Klatooine a distant memory, as was the Mandalorian you met there.

The night you saw him again, was no different to any other you spent enjoying a quiet drink before heading back to turn in for the night.

You had been in the process of leaving the cantina, recognizing that the later it grew, the rowdier and aggressive the clientele became. You could handle yourself as well as anyone who made their home in Hutt Space, but you knew better than to be blatantly reckless when you were on your own. It wasn’t like you had the squadron you stayed with throughout the Rebellion for backup as you once did, and your closest ally would probably break in half if you pushed him too hard. So no, you were not staying late with Mynocks newest resident of a Houk warlord and the company he seemed to attract.

The Houk in question was a cruel and belligerent brute, a former local warlord by the name of Gappo Teff. His reputation for inflicting punishment disproportionate to any slight committed against him or the Empire was one of the many echoes of the former imperial rule that was still being felt in the galaxy nearly three years after its collapse.

The stories of the chokehold he held over Sullust would make even a hardened soldier’s stomach churn. How he managed to escape the liberation of the planet without being dragged to the noxious surface of Sullust to suffer for the pain he had caused so many, was a mystery. But there he was, sitting like a king in the cantina you found yourself in, bellowing laughter ricocheting obnoxiously throughout the space, not a care in the world that he was a wanted felon.

It might have been to do with the fact that he was at least seven and a half foot tall, with a mass that could easily fit three of you side by side across him and still not be seen. It might have been to do with the cold, milky blue of his small eyes, sunk into a skull so large it could probably shatter ribs and rupture organs if one were to be headbutted with it. The last thing anyone wanted was those eyes focusing on them. It could have been the heavy artillery modified blaster he kept laying on his lap; the weapon more of a cannon for those of a more regular stature. Whatever the reason, very few bounty hunters and even fewer New Republic guards came to collect him. He was probably one of the most easily found quarries on all Guild registers and New Republic wanted lists and yet, he languished in Mynock as if the Empire had never fallen and his reign was still assured.

Making your way to the entrance, you came up short as someone walked in, your nose coming abruptly close to a reddish-brown durasteel chest-plate. Taking a step back, your eyes did a double take at the familiar unpainted beskar helmet. Subconsciously, you had stepped to the side, the Mandalorian continuing to walk without a word as if you hadn’t nearly walked into him. Mandalorians were a rare sight these days, so you could be forgiven for staring. Though, you were most likely staring for entirely different reasons compared to everyone else in the cantina.

The armor was the same, if not a bit more worn, as was the dark boiled woolen cape and pulse rifle strapped to his back. But it was the gait; how could someone walk both gracefully and arrogantly, almost cocky in his self-assurance that he was in control wherever he went. It explained why he was so determined not to let his injury be known by his walk the last time you saw him. Because you had seen him before, there was no doubt in your mind that this was the same irritable reek of a Mandalorian you met in Derelkann years ago.

He stood in the middle of the cantina, assessing the place as his helmet scanned the area. If you didn’t know any better, you say he was…

“Oh, you gotta be kidding me.” You muttered to yourself when the helmet stopped on Teff. When you said bounty hunters didn’t bother to come after him, you should have been more specific. Smart bounty hunters didn’t bother hunting Gappo Teff, which explained why the one you knew of was right there looking for him.

A choice lay before you. Leave now and lock your doors until morning… or wait. For what, you couldn’t be sure. But if the Mandalorian wasn’t killed tonight by Teff, he was going to wish he was with the injuries he would probably sustain.

You let your head fall back on your shoulders as you exhaled. Why were you so soft for lost causes and wayward souls?

The Houks bodyguards left much to be desired, crumbling to the ground before they had even drawn their blasters, smoke rising from the blaster wounds inflicted effortlessly by Din.

The bodyguards weren’t what worried Din. Their boss hardly needed protecting, and he wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

The groan and screech of the metal table being shoved away by Teff as he stood to his full height made Din grit his teeth, arms open as he boomed, “Ah Mando, I was wondering when you’d try your luck at me. Your reputation is becoming rather infamous throughout the parsec.”

A guttural, wet laugh left the purple skinned quarry as Din remained silent and kept his blaster aimed. Damn, but the piece of bantha crap was big. He quickly scanned his peripheral, but it seemed the residents of Mynock had more self-interest than to trade blaster fire over one warlord, the barkeep casually making his was into the backroom of the bar to keep out of harms way.

“Why don’t you hang up that Guild work and let me make you a better offer.” Teff boomed, taking a swing of his drink, streams of the yellow fluid running down the sides of him mouth as those frosty eyes stayed trained on the bounty hunter.

Din rolled his eyes behind his helmet; negotiations by the quarry were his least favorite reaction to being caught but he knew better than to think he had captured the colossal male yet. Until Teff was either dead or frozen in carbonite, he was a danger. Luckily, the orders were to bring him in dead or alive. Seems the New Republic were fed up with him still breathing. He couldn’t say he blamed them.

“No?” the Houk pushed when Din didn’t respond, “Too bad, you’d have made an excellent addition to my collection.” And with more speed than Din had anticipated from the large male, he charged.

You had the good sense to leave the cantina as soon as the first blaster shot was fired, pulling the hood of your dusty grey jacket over your head while you made your way back to the practice to gather a few things. Things that would be completely obsolete if he died but you wouldn’t think that far. You were a realist, not a pessimist. The Houk might have had the advantage of height and sheer strength, but the Mandalorian was quicker, possibly smarter, and decked with enough firepower to make a starfighter pilot drool.

So, you put the odds about sixty forty in favor of the Mandalorian. Not that you would ever tell him that.

Teff roared in anger as Din rolled out of the way again, shooting his grappling hook to latch onto the Houks shoulder and yanked hard enough to throw the male off balance. Despite his large size however, Teff was able to slide his foot back to catch himself, putting him in direct line with Din.

He was on his feet in no time as the Houk charged at him, lowering his head so that on contact, Din’s left shoulder was thrown back into the wall of the cantina. His breath left him as the impact winded him, a dull but growing pain throbbing from his shoulder before Teff’s vile breath permeated even his helmet and a large hand wrapped around Din’s throat. He could feel his feet leave the floor and the weight of his body pulling downward made the pressure on his windpipe all the heavier.

“Oh well, at least you tried.” Teff gloated, his head leaning closer as if to peer into the visor and that distraction was all Din needed to lift his hand and engage his flamethrower, engulfing the Houk in flames. Din gasped in a breath when he was dropped, the squeals of pain coming from Teff disconcerting as he staggered around the cantina, desperately looking for something to extinguish the inferno his clothing and more vulnerable tissue had become.

Din waited a few more measured breaths before lifting the blaster and shooting the quarry in the vulnerable side of the neck, satisfied with the resounding bang the body made as it fell to the ground, flames still burning bright until he picked up the half-drunk tankard on Teffs table to douse the fire lest he be completely unrecognizable upon delivery.

Din looked around, the cantina was empty; the silence suddenly deafening as he looked back down at the body.

Now, how to get him back to the Razor Crest.

Din sighed.

“We have to stop meeting like this.”

You held up your hands unsurprised when the Mandalorian spun on the ramp of his ship, blaster raised and aimed right at you. He tilted his head slightly, taking you in and you tried not to fidget under the gaze you could feel raking over you despite not being able to see his eyes. What you could see though, was how limp his left arm was hanging to his side.

“The demon medic from Klatooine.” He muttered, finally placing your face and lowering his blaster slowly while you lowered your arms.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” You snorted before nodding to his arm, “And you’ll probably be calling me a lot worse when I tell you that that arm needs tending to.”

He shifted slightly, turning his body so you wouldn’t be able to see. You just crossed your arms across your chest and stared at him pointedly. He held your gaze and was still as a statue. You could play the silence game too if that was how he wanted to do this. It was only a matter of time before one of you broke and you weren’t the one with a dislocated shoulder, so you’d say that the odds were in your favor.

It seemed like time dragged on before, without saying anything, the Mandalorian sighed and turned towards the ship.

You bit down on a smile, but you could still feel it creeping upon your lips as you congratulated yourself on winning. Two nil, you tallied in your head, not bad girl.

The ship… well the ship was a fossil and that was being generous. But it was clean and obviously well taken of, if the tidy hull was anything to go by.

Apart from the charred corpse lying in the middle of course, but those were just details. Easily overlooked. The smell however… that was a different story, but you held back any comments. You still couldn’t fathom how he’d managed to drag a fully grown Houk through the town one-handed, but then you knew that the strength and discipline of the Mandalorians was unrivalled. He could have done it through sheer determination and honestly, you were lucky to have found him at all. But people in Mynock liked to talk, so following the rumors' had let you there relatively easy.

A sigh broke your train of thought, “Let’s get this over with.”

The warrior seemed resigned to his fate as he stepped over the corpse and you followed suit, mind instantly running through the correct procedure and treatment.

“We have to get the bone in the upper arm into the correct position before it slips back into joint, otherwise the force will just break your arm.” You explained as you moved to stand in front of the large warrior when he sat back on one of the many crates pushed against the wall of the ship. You could barely hear the short exhales coming from the modulator and you could only guess that he was holding back speaking, whether in pain or frustration that you had strong-armed him into accepting treatment again.

“But hey, look on the bright side.”

His visor tilted slightly to look at you.

“No droids needed.” You shrugged a shoulder and sent him a grin when he said nothing. When he looked away, you focused your attention back on the problem shoulder; it wasn’t immediately clear that it had been dislocated, the pauldron he wore hiding the jutting ball of the joint that was no doubt pressed uncomfortably against his flesh. What you could see was that his left side was hanging just a bit lower than his right, and the inability to move the arm was a dead giveaway.

“Are you just going to stare at it or actually do what you said you would when you barged onto my ship?” The rasp was closer to you as he turned his head, the rumble of his voice decidedly deeper than you remembered last time. Or perhaps it always had been, and you just hadn’t been paying enough attention, more focused on the very real threat of having a dead body on your hands as the poison spread. You rolled your eyes; or it was all the short and biting commands he only seemed to know how to give as opposed to actually speaking that made you forget the voice. The man could be attractive, if he wasn’t so frustrating.

“I can’t see it properly.” You replied, agitated with him again. He got under your skin too easily, and ruined your cool demeanor.

“You dealt with the problem just fine before.” He snapped back, pain making him cranky.

“You didn’t have a bone out of place last time!” You stopped yourself, sucking in a breath before releasing it to prevent yourself from snapping again.

“At least,” you bartered, “let me remove the pauldron. I can feel around the duraweave to get an idea. I won’t see any more of you than I did last time.”

He didn’t say anything again for a time and honestly, he was the slowest person you’d ever met at receiving emergency medical care. Half the men you treated during the Rebellion would yell until you’d taken care of the worst of their injuries before they even considered if it was what they wanted or not.

“Fine.” Was all he responded, making no move to remove the offending piece so you took that as your cue to feel around the curved metal cautiously, feeling where it attached to his duraweave and releasing it into your hands before placing it down on a separate crate.

“There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” A warning growl echoed in the hull, turning you back to your task with a hum.

It seemed the joint had popped forward, no doubt from caving in as Teff collided with Mando’s shoulder. You leaned forward, your fingers feeling around the area as gently as you could while his breathing came out a little shorter. You sent him an apologetic smile.

“I’m going to have to ask you to stay still, okay? Usually I’d have someone to hold—”

“I can keep myself still, just do it.” He snapped finally, turning to look at you before he looked away again. You said nothing more as you took his gloved hand in yours, turning the forearm over and feeling the hand clench in yours when he hissed.

“Shh, nearly there.” You soothed, moving your hand under his elbow to lift it so it was aligned with Mando’s shoulder. You stood, keeping the arm in place and twisting yourself to stand facing his side.

You were definitely out to get him. There was no other explanation for why he only seemed to be seriously injured in your presence. Din tried to tell himself he was being over-dramatic and irrational, that you hadn’t even been on the same planet when he was injured the first time, but then you opened your mouth and he felt justified in his petulant thoughts.

“On three.” He heard you warn and all he could offer was a single nod; the sooner he got this over with the better.

“One…” You jerked the arm forward and slipped the joint back into place quickly with a sickening crack and searing pain took his breath away before it began to ebb immediately.

“DANK…. FERRICK!” Din yelled as his good arm reached across to grip his left, bending forward as he breathed through the flash of pain. You moved out of his way, waiting for him to look back up at you through the helmet, deep pants making his chest heave. You cocked your head to the side when his eyes found yours, a clear question there.

He groaned as he sat back, leaning his head against the hull, “It… doesn’t hurt as much anymore.” He admitted, thinking that the smile you gave him was somewhat worth the knock to his ego at having to admit such a thing in the first place. And like last time, before he could even worry about the concerning direction that thought had led to, you were fluttering about opening crates and bins as if you owned the place.

“What the hell—” he made to stand indignantly.

“Do you have any spare cloth?” You interrupted, “Your arm needs to be bound for a few days. If you have bacta it might reduce the healing time a bit but honestly, I don’t think dislocations can be rushed despite recent studies. Rushing back to heavily lifting or activity for at least six weeks is a sure way to hurt yourself again.”

You were rambling now as you set a pile of disused yet clean cloth you found on your lap, sitting across from him as he just blinked at this enigma of a woman. Giving him orders in his own ship, were you daft?

Your eyes sharpened and shot to his and he was suddenly glad you couldn’t see behind his mask. His eyes had widened guiltily at the thought that you had read his mind.

“You will do what you’re told, understand Mando?” You warned as your fingers tied a loose sling from strips of cloth you’d pulled apart without even having to look at it, deft fingers looping the material and strengthening it with several more layers woven in for good measure.

“If you insist on getting injured so often, you live with the consequences. And the consequences are doing what you’re fucking told and being happy about it, got it? Sulk if you want, so long as you keep the arm bound and don’t take on any jobs for at least two months.”

He opened his mouth a few times at the audacity, did she have a death wish? He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had spoken to him as if he were no more than a child and it made his blood boil. But just as quickly as the anger arose, it simmered as she muttered while watching her fingers tie off the sling,

“You don’t actually seem like a bad guy, and the galaxy can’t afford to lose anymore… not bad guys.” She seemed unsure of giving out even this level of praise but then again, she only had their first encounter to go by.

He grunted; not sure how to respond. And when Din was uncomfortable, he resorted to silence.

You got to your feet once the sling was suitably strong enough to support the weight of his arm without unravelling or breaking and you indicated to him, “May I?”

He jerked his head up in affirmation and you maneuvered the sling to sit correctly under his elbow and forearm, coaxing him to lift it slightly with a tap before you looped the tied end over his helmet, adjusting the length slightly to fit against him.

“You left Klatooine.” the statement rose from the warrior, his tone quieter than you’d heard him all day. Was he... trying to make conversation? Din told himself that it was merely out of curiosity from seeing you by chance on two totally different planets.

Blinking in surprise, you sat back on the crate in front of him, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back on one of your hands, “New Republic stopped funding the clinic and I realized that they’re all the same when it comes to the Outer Rim.”

He snorted in agreement, honestly, he wasn’t surprised to hear the New Republic had cut their losses on charity. It wasn’t in their nature to funnel money away from the Core planets.

“But it’s not all bad,” you continued, “I work with a doctor here. He’s old now so he should be enjoying his retirement. I’m kept busy and…”

He watched you while he waited for you to finish, surely there was more? But when you just shrugged and sent him a tight smile, he felt an uncomfortable niggle at the back of his neck, a familiarity that made him almost want to smile back even if you couldn’t see it. Almost. But not quite. He was unnerved at the… empathy he had for your situation. He too just… kept busy. It wasn’t towards any end beyond supporting the covert and the foundlings there. But for himself, he just kept working towards some translucent, non-existent goal, one job ended, and another began.

Something in your eyes told him you were doing the exact same thing. It unnerved him to think about.

“Echoy’la…” the word left him without knowing and you blinked,

“Hm?”

He shook his head and stood, grunting a bit at the ache in his shoulder when it jostled a bit, “Nothing. It seems I owe you my thanks again, demon medic.”

“I do have a name you know.” You snorted, letting the previous topic go as it seemed to just make him more awkward and grumpy than he already was. You packed away the medikit and replaced the unused cloth back where you found it.

“Somehow I don’t think it’ll be as fitting.”

“Whatever, sunshine.” You looked over your shoulder at him, the sling looking so out of place as he hooked a thumb in the utility belt he wore. It was amazing that he could still look as intimidating as he did. You gathered your things and started down the ramp leisurely. He followed you silently until he was standing at the entrance to the ship.

“Demon or not… thank you.” He called out as your feet hit the dusty ground of Mynock once again. You looked back over your shoulder and gave a single wave, calling something back to him that did make him smile behind his helmet this time.

As you disappeared into the streets of Mynock, he tested the name you had thrown back to him, rolling the syllables, and testing the vowels as he repeated it to himself.

Pity, he thought. He hated being wrong about anything, but somehow, your name was a much better fit than demon medic.

Not that he would ever admit that to you, of course.

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A Little Secret-Alfie Solomons x OC!Reader (Part 2/?)

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Summary: Izzy has no idea about the protection she is now under, causing her to panic when she spots men lingering outside her house. She needs Alfie’s help, but is hesitant, especially after she disappointed him. He has the power, and Izzy will never deny that.

Characters: Alfie Solomons x OC!Reader, Ollie x OC!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, panic attacks, violence, fighting, arguing, some fluff

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Ollie was fully focused as he drove Izzy home, knowing that the men stationed at her home were already patrolling the area. Her home wasn’t in the safest neighbourhood, but Izzy had never brought up any troubles if she had any. Though when Ollie thought about it, she hardly talked about herself anyway. He really didn’t know who this woman was, only that she had some sort of tie to Alfie, probably the only woman his boss ever spoke about or was seen with.

"Sorry that Mr Solomons made you drop me off." Izzy apologised as they pulled up outside her house.

"Don't worry Izzy, I really didn't mind. Especially after what happened today."

He regretted saying that as he saw the panic appear on her face, cursing to himself when he realised that he was turning onto her street.

"You're safe you know, Alfie wouldn't let anything happen to you." Ollie calmly said.

"Why would something happen to me?"

"Izzy, it won't! Come on, I'll walk you to the door."

"No, don't worry. You've done enough for me Ollie. Good night."

Izzy climbed out of the car, hoping Ollie didn't notice how fast she was walking towards her front door. Her key was already out, and she hastily unlocked the door, but not before quickly waving to Ollie, acting as if everything was alright. As soon as he started driving away, she rushed inside, instantly locking and bolting the door shut (she had multiple locks that helped her sleep at night).

Her breathing was heavy as she practically tiptoed upstairs. She always hated noise, and something had always told her she needed to listen out in case anyone else had sneaked in. Izzy could always hear her neighbours either side of her. On the right, Mr Jeffrey was also alone in his old age, but his footsteps were heavy and dragged along the floor; then there was the Thomas's family, which consisted of a middle aged, married couple (who liked to shout at each other rather than talk) and their four feral children. Sometimes it was nice to know that there were people around her, but when she heard a random bump in the night, it frightened her to the core.

Laying in bed that night, Izzy couldn't stop her mind from flashing back to the events of that day. It had only just started to sink in. First the random man following her, humiliating herself in front of Mr Solomons and his business partners, all before someone was shot. It was supposed to be like any other day. Why was today different? Why was Izzy caught up in something like this when she had never done anything wrong?

The young woman bolted upright when she heard a cough outside. It was a simple cough, but who would be out at this time? There was actually a lot of explanations for that. It could be a homeless man, someone coming home from the pub. However, it still put Izzy on edge, and she just knew she had to check to put her mind at ease. Sliding out of bed, Izzy got onto all fours, crawling towards her window. Ever so slowly, she peaked through her curtains whilst on her knees, spotting a man stood in her back yard. Gasping, she fell back to the floor again, instantly beginning to panic. Izzy was too scared to move, but knew she had to get to the phone, even though it was downstairs. Continuing to crawl, she made it to the stairs, finally standing and going down the stairs as silently, but quickly as possible. She was extremely grateful that Alfie had installed a phone into the house as she reached up towards it, sitting on the cold floor beside the table it was set on.

Waiting for Alfie to pick up, Izzy prayed for some sort of noise from either neighbour, something to reassure her that they were awake and she could rush over there if needs be. Alfie still hadn’t answered when a shadow passed over her, casted from the small window in her front door. Her hand slapped over her mouth to silence her whimpers, trying to think of things in her house that could be used as a weapon. Were these men associates of the man who had been shot? What if they wanted revenge, so they were using her to get back at Alfie?

“Who the fuck is this?” Alfie’s voice startled Izzy.

“Mr Solomons, there are two men at my house!” she exclaimed through a whisper.

“There’s actually four Izzy.” he moaned, still half asleep.

“What?”

“I put them there, didn’t I?”

“W-why?”

“Just a precaution.”

Izzy hesitantly stood, staying close to the phone.“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Look, Izzy, it’s...it’s fucking three in the morning luv, I can’t think straight right now. We’ll talk about this later.”

Alfie put down the phone, leaving Izzy shocked with her mouth wide open. Although angry, she carefully put the phone back, only to yelp out when there was a knock at the door, despite it being soft. She opened it only by a crack, recognising one of Alfie’s men that dealt with anyone causing trouble for his boss.

“You alright miss?” he asked, his cockney accent think like Alfie’s.

Izzy just nodded, closing the door before he could say anything else. As she slumped off to bed again (dreading having to get up so early for work now she had less sleep), she thought of all the things she could scream in Mr Solomons’ face; however, that wasn’t going to happen, never in a million years. He would call her into his office, explain his reasons then send her away again. It was just easier that way.

No one noticed how tired Izzy looked that morning, though that was because she kept to herself as usual. Her eyes were bleary, straining when she checked through the documents she needed to fill out. Why was the writing always so small? Izzy distracted herself with the work load, wondering if Mr Solomons had forgotten about the call earlier that morning, or whether he just didn’t care. Either reason was fine with her, it meant not having to blush profusely in front of him whilst he explained himself.

“Izzy-”

She almost dropped the clipboard in her hands as Ollie showed up behind her. He held his hands up in surrender, backing away slightly as she caught her breath.

“What’s shaken you up?”

Izzy raised an eyebrow at him before looking back down at her papers.

“Oh right, sorry. Been so busy I just forgot about that and....” his words trailed off when he realised she wasn’t listening properly.“Mr Solomons wants you in his office, now.”

As Ollie walked away, Izzy quietly sighed to herself. The thing she had been avoiding was now here. Although at dawn it had seemed right to call him, she now felt stupid. Hopefully it was a light scolding before going back to work.

Her light knocking on the door almost amused Alfie. If he had been talking to someone in his office, he would never have heard her. He called her in, seeing the bags under her eyes, and how she couldn’t seem to look at him. Gesturing to the seat across from him, he waited for her to sit before speaking.

“Look, last night-”

“I’m sorry Mr Solomons.”

They both spoke at the same time. Izzy shrunk further into her seat, scolding herself for being so rude. Of course he was going to speak first! Alfie waited a minute before an idea popped into his head.

“Izzy, please speak.”

Izzy was hesitant, thinking that this was maybe one of his mind games. He had a way of making people look a fool of themselves, she didn’t want to be one of them.

“I’m sorry for calling you so early. I overreacted, I should have just left it alone.” she mumbled.

Alfie groaned.“Come on girl, you fucking hate me right now, don’t ya?”

Her head shot up, eyes widening.“No! Of course I don’t!”

“Just tell me what you’re really thinking in that pretty little head of yours. We’ve known each other long enough for you to speak freely in my presence.”

She was still blushing from his (somewhat of a) compliment. Her mind was in two halves; one was stressing her not to say anything, thinking she would be in deep trouble if she did so, but on the other hand, she never had much chance to express herself, nor was she ever so tempted.

“Well...” Izzy thought for a moment,“I think I had a right to know your concerns for my safety. I should have known that those men were guarding me, b-because...because they scared me! There was a moment I thought you wouldn’t answer the phone and, and, I didn’t know how I was supposed to defend myself!”

Alfie had never heard her voice this loud, even though it would still be classed as her indoor voice. If the situation wasn’t so dangerous, he would have found it hard to contain a laugh. However, she seemed stressed, her voice wavering like it usually did when she became upset. Although she was now sat up straight, Alfie could see her shoulders slumped, hands clasped together to stop them visibly shaking.

“Is there anything else you would like to add?” he quietly asked.

“Why didn’t you tell me in the first place?”

“Didn’t want to panic you. Didn’t work out that way did it?”

“What do I need to be worried about? Should I be looking out for someone coming to hurt me?”

Alfie sighed, running a hand down his face, a common habit of his. He wasn’t going to tell her the truth, he had seen what stress did to her when it took over, that wasn’t fair to send her spiraling again.

“I was just paranoid after the other day. I should have told you.”

“So...will those men still be there tonight?”

“One more night. Just to make sure. I’ll get another lad to take you home again.”

They sat in silence, both unsure if the conversation was over now. Izzy was too nervous to stand in case it wasn’t, but the atmosphere was awkward. Her eyes cast down to her shoes, which were caked with dust from the floor. They would need cleaning later. Alfie still hadn’t said anything, he couldn’t look at Izzy either, staring at the wall off to his left. However, as both decided to do something about the silence, Izzy standing and Alfie beginning to speak, the awkwardness just increased.

“Iz,” Alfie was surprised as she shot back down into her seat,“don’t stress, yeah? I don’t want to see you like that again, alright.”

Izzy didn’t reply, she didn’t even nod.

“Right.” Alfie mumbled.“Well, that’s all I had to say really.”

Izzy said nothing as she stood again, swiftly leaving and almost sprinting away from the office. The humiliation made her feel sick, situations like those were her worst fear. But Alfie felt somewhat relieved it was over, thinking he would get away with hiding the truth for a little longer.

It was the last hour of the working day, and Izzy was finding it harder and harder to keep her eyes open. She had updated the stock numbers, happy to be out of the large, cold and daunting room. It was never her favourite part of the day. There were only a few light bulbs in there, they were always dim no matter how many times they had been replaced. Her shoulders were tense, keeping her eyes focused on the papers as to not notice the ominous shadows being casted around her. If she stared at a spot for too long, her mind would create something sinister that had plagued her nightmares. Suddenly the lights went out, darkness enveloping everything. It was pitch black, she was alone, she couldn’t stay there.

“Hello?!” she called out.“I’m still in here! Is anyone out there? Was there a power cut?!”

She stumbled her way through the dark, not making it very far when her skirt got caught on something, causing her to hastily tug on it. Izzy pulled too hard in a panic, falling onto her side on the stone floor. But she didn’t stay down for long, scrambling onto her feet. Feeling disorientated, Izzy clutched onto her chest as her breathing became rapid, heart beating fast and loud in her ears. Her hands felt around for the wooden door, but all she felt were barrels upon barrels, sometimes the stone wall. There was no way of knowing which way to go, she couldn't tell which way she was facing.

Pinning her back to the wall, she slowly slid down it, wrapping her arms around her knees and clutching onto her skin. She despised the dark, it held too many horrible memories, it was untrustworthy, anything could be lurking in it. Sobs racked her body, feeling completely forgotten, an all too familiar feeling to her. She was about to cry out again when the door burst open, light finally shining upon her;it had been further away than expected, but that didn't stop her from leaping up and dashing out of the room.

Izzy paid no attention to the men around her, coming to halt away from the group. Shaking hands cradled her face, as if she had to check that she was still there. Her cheeks were wet from the tears which she gently wiped away as she steadied her breathing, reminding herself over and over that she was safe again.

"You alright Izzy?" Ollie quietly asked as he stood in front her her.

She frantically nodded her head, moving away from him. She didn't want anyone near her just yet.

"What the fuck did you think you were doing?!" Aflie shouted in a worker's face.

"I didn't know she was in there!" the man protested.

"You should have checked before switching the fucking light off! Anyone could have been in there. What if a barrel fell on top of someone? Hm? You would have someone's death on your hands!"

"She would have been fine if she acted like an adult. Who on earth is still scared of the dark at her age?"

Ollie cringed as he finished his sentence. He knew what was coming. He held his arm out in front of Izzy, trying to turn her around or block her view of Alfie. However, Izzy didn't look away, she was never one for violence, but the shock of Alfie’s outburst had drawn her in.

The rage consuming Alfie was obvious. Alfie Solomons was an intimidating man when he was neutral, when someone made him angry, it was as if he were a monster out of a horror novel. The worker didn't even see Alfie pull his fist back before it punched him in the face, sending him flying to the floor. He had no time to even cry out as Alfie kicked him in the ribs, stumbling slightly before regaining his balance.

"Sort it out Ollie." he grumbled, walking away.

Izzy didn't feel as scared as she thought she would. Seeing someone being beaten up wasn't pleasurable to her, but she realised why she wasn't fearing Alfie again; he had an outburst because the man had disrespected her. He had stood up for her.

"Mr Solomons!" Izzy boldly called out, running after him.

"Izzy, don't!" Ollie tried to stop her.

Alfie stopped in his tracks, his fists clenching tightly. He heard her heels across the floor, getting closer and closer. He couldn't talk to her, not like this.

"Mr Solomons, I-" she started, but was soon interrupted.

"I don't want to hear it Izzy." he didn't even turn around and began walking away again.

Her voice became quieter."No, I just wanted to say-"

"I don't need your fucking opinion! I run this place, I discipline how I want to!" he shouted, storming into his office and slamming the door shut, causing the sound to echo out.

Every other man in the building had been listening (it was impossible not to). After staring at the door for a few more seconds, they knew the show was over, getting back to finishing their work for the day.

"Izzy, you shouldn't have done that." Ollie sighed once he caught up to her.

Her usual demeanour had returned now, ducking her head in embarrassment."I just wanted to thank him."

#alfie solomons #alfie solomons imagine #alfie solomons imagines #alfie solomons one shot #alfie solomons x reader #Peaky Blinders #bbc peaky blinders #peaky blinders bbc #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders imagines #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders one shot

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Two Sides of the Coin (18)

Chapter 18: Altering It Further | Jidné Sheedra x Cal Kestis

Summary: Hell-bent on exacting revenge and retrieving the Holocron, the dreaded Darth Vader is now on the hunt for the young Jedi Knight, Cal Kestis. Under the assumption that he still possessed the artifact, while fueled by the intrigue of the boy’s strength and skill with the Force, the dark lord hires the bounty hunter, Jidné Sheedra, to track him down and have him delivered alive. However, the task becomes a trial for young Jidné, as she faces a conflict that tests her beliefs of a scarred past she had hidden for so long.

A/N: Look it @berenilion another Vader chapter ;w;

Also tagging @silver-is-in-too-many-fandoms @stellar-trinity @justtinfoley @peterwandaparker @calgasm @queen-destenie @ayamenimthiriel @calsponchoemporium @fallenjedii @cal-jestis @sweeetteaa

Also in AO3

Tags: Fem OC, Jidné Sheedra, Force-Sensitive! Fem OC, Bounty Hunter! Fem OC, Jedi! Fem OC

Chapters: 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8 – 9 – 10 – 11 – 12 – 13 – 14 – 15 – 16 | Previous: Part 17 | Next: Part 19 | Masterlist

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A black, high pyramid tapering upwards marked the desolate, volcanic landfill that is Mustafar.

Jidné piloted the Scarab close to the transport shuttle’s tail, led by the Sixth Sister in her specialized TIE Fighter.

Jidné didn’t even realize that she’s held her breath even after getting through the atmosphere, the turbulence on her end was light, but the eeriness of the landscape captivated and frightened her at the same time—concentrating all her attention to the castle sitting by the edge of the black plateau. A single stream of glowing, red-hot lava resembling a waterfall accentuated the structure’s ominousness.

All three ships occupied the open hangar, albeit being a wide space. Jidné alights the Scarab and joins Cal’s side while he’s held by one Stormtrooper in the other.

Subtly using the Force, Jidné curled her fingers and willed the hool of Cal’s poncho to rise and cover his head. She was careful enough to make it go unnoticed by the Stormtrooper, but of course, it took Cal by surprise to feel his hood suddenly moving on its own. He turned his head to the only possible culprit—though she still didn’t look back to him, she couldn’t.

“The hot air here’s gonna make your head feel like it’s scorching,” Jidné mumbled through her cowl with the coil covering the bottom half of her face. She bobbed her head closer so her voice is still within the redhead’s earshot, making her more audible over the sound of the geysers spewing the said hot air.

Not once did she turn her head to face him as she spoke.

There was no response from him. She isn’t expecting one anyway. Understandably so, she immediately put herself in the mindset that Cal was furious with her. Though, he himself seems to contradict. His gentle surprise caused his eyes to remain on her, studying her feature and expression—the languidness on her face gave off the illusion that her laughter was a thing of the past, her dejected eyes slowly blinking and her head panning by the inch as she surveyed the castle and the landscape around it.

Cal, Jidné, and the rest of the Stormtroopers followed the Sixth Sister to the main door unprompted.

“Inform Lord Vader that we have the boy and that the bounty hunter is with us,” the Sixth Sister commanded the scout trooper manning the terminal.

“Copy!”

The scout trooper presses the button and spoke through the microphone head, relaying the exact words of the Sixth Sister. The door rumbled open seconds after the scout trooper concludes his announcement and they continued to follow.

The outside of the castle was one thing, but the inside was another story. Something about the interior made Cal and Jidné’s skins crawl—an alien feeling that they can’t describe, but somehow know of.

The Dark side of the Force.

The Sixth Sister has led them to the receiving chamber where Darth Vader meets those who wish to see him; on one side, there was a large rectangular slit on the wall facing the volcanic view outside, and in the other, was the door connecting the foyer and Darth Vader’s chamber.

All of them waited there. Even Jidné and Cal can feel the red Twi’lek tensing up.

The heavy creaking of the door caused everyone in the foyer to turn away from the window, smoke was spilling through once it went ajar, from a thin slit to a gradually gaping space until it revealed the tall figure, darker than the obsidian on which his fortress stands.

There mere sight of him shook the two young Jedi to their very cores. The monotonous breathing that filed the room has pierced its way to the hearts of everyone present and made their stomachs sink as if anchors had been tethered to them. The cool, poised façade of the Sixth Sister seemed to ebb, both Cal and Jidné sensed it, but the feeling’s mutual.

Darth Vader acknowledges the Inquisitor, Jidné—who he still believes to be a bounty hunter—and the prize in question, the Jedi boy Cal. He marched along the narrow bridge connecting the door and the foyer. As per custom, the Sixth Sister lowered herself to her knees as the dark lord approaches them. The closer he got, the more profuse the trembling became for the two young Jedi; only then did both of them truly have processed just how lumbering Vader was in size and the authority he imposed in his every step, in the slightest tilts of his helmet, and the blood-red glint of his mask’s eye sockets.

“My lord,” greets the Inquisitor.

“Rise,” he lowed rather disinterestedly. A slow sideways wave of his hand and the Twi’lek was quick to obey.

The Sixth Sister stepped aside to present the Jedi boy and the bounty hunter by his side. The Sith Lord stepped closer, Jidné’s elbows buckled closer to her sides while Cal’s already-clenched fists closed even tighter. As much as they wanted to avert their eyes to spare themselves from the terrifying sight of his mask, they couldn’t. In the end, they had to roll their eyes up in order to look at him in the eye, or at least through the pair of convex bumps that gleaned red when the light hits.

“Well done, Jidné,” Vader hummed.

Vader gestures at one of his personal bodyguards in that foyer—a Shadowtrooper: their armor was a glossy, jet black, perfectly blending in with the background whilst having a cloaking device that will mask their entire person. The Shadowtrooper approached one side of the room and what sounded like the latch of a trunk opening, he produced a storage canister—same as the one Jidné received for her upfront payment—he then activated a podium that erected from the floor at the touch of a button of his gauntlet for him to settle the container down. Performing a series of button patterns, he set off the lock to reveal that only a half filled the inside.

“That could only cover my fee, not the bounty price,” Jidné pointed out, maintaining character.

“Were you expecting a thicker stack? Or a second canister?”

“You don’t hear me complaining, m’lord,” Jidné blurted. “I was just stating the obvious.”

“Do not concern yourself over something that’s been considered done and covered. After all, you have accomplished what my two Inquisitors failed to do,”

She didn’t respond to the commendation, though Vader perceived her head hung low as she drew a heave of breath as a reaction. He then turns to the boy. The tension at Nur ran fresh in both of their minds—however, Vader was fueled by his recollection of the entire inconvenience that transpired in that stronghold.

Cal gets himself hauled forward to Vader, the Stormtrooper struggles to push the boy towards the large, lumbering figure that is the dark lord of the Sith.

For once, the dark lord has the opportunity to examine Cal without any lightsabers clashing angrily against one another. His blank, empty eyes stared right into the boy’s eyes—more alive than his could ever be—and Cal attempted to keep a brave face, despite repressing the shuddering that’s trying to break free from his body.

“Now, you will surrender the Holocron,”

In Cal’s mind, everything made better sense now. He turned to Jidné, and then to Vader. He managed a small smirk right in front of the dark lord.

“I don’t have it,” he muttered.

“Liar.”

Cal shakes his head whilst the smirk on his face grew.

“I really don’t,”

Vader’s head jerked to the girl, searching confirmation from her indifferent expression—he sensed that Jidné knew something as she continued to keep her head low and her eyes away.

“Then you’re hiding it somewhere,” insinuated the Sith lord. He looks at Jidné. “Tell me what he has done with the Holocron.”

Silence spoke on Jidné’s behalf. She rolled her eyes to Cal’s direction, avoiding Vader’s.

His short-lived patience is now spent. He hoisted his hand in level with Jidné’s neck, the air rumbled within the two Jedi’s radius, a heavy glom wrapped around them—Cal could feel its weight on him, but it was Jidné who had more of the receiving end.

She started to struggle in breathing, the gulps that she swallowed all lodged in the middle of her throat, the veins on her neck were pulsing as the muscles around it tightened. Jidné clutched her neck, hoping that rubbing it would make it go away—instead, she continued to gag, short breaths did not sate her lungs. Her eyes finally trailed up and found the root cause—Vader’s gloved hand is positioned into an open grapple directed in front of her. It didn’t take long for her to submit on her knees—in a moment, on one knee, and then the second in the next—her hand was still on her neck, clawing off a non-existent grasp asphyxiating her.

Darth Vader doesn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon… not until either of them talks.

“LET HER GO, SHE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT!!!” Cal raised his voice against Vader, though that didn’t convince him and continued to strangle the girl.

Again, Cal took his voice to its peak, so much so that the words strained his chords, “THE HOLOCRON IS DESTROYED!!! I DESTROYED IT—NOW LET HER GO!!!”

The suffocating ripple of the Force coiled around her neck finally vanished into thin air. Jidné inhaled the deepest that her lungs could take—the biggest one she’s ever done in her entire life! She exhaled in coughs and fully collapses to the ground as she felt like her spine had turned into liquid. She breathed a few more time to reset her pattern before pulling herself back, little by little.

“Jidné…? Are you okay?”

It was a subtle nod that she did to reply to Cal. Her panicked heart still raced until she mentally willed it that she’s still alive and breathing.

“You…” Vader trailed off. “Destroyed it?”

“I’ve seen and remembered enough names when I opened that Holocron. If you kill me now, you will never get a single one of them!” Cal snarled.

Perhaps in a way to rub it in his face, Vader leaned closer to Cal until a mere inch of space divides the two of them.

Vader purred, proud of himself that he had outwitted the boy, “But I can get it out of you.”

“What are you going to do with him?” Jidné inquired, still trying to keep in character.

“That is not of your concern. You should concern yourself more with the second half of the bargain,”

Darth Vader promised the second payment to Jidné if she stays until Cal is brought to the torture chamber. The simple mention of that word made Cal’s heart beat twice at a time. He has only seen the machine when inactive in real life, he’s seen it at work but only in his Force vision of Trilla’s memory—he could think of a hundred ways how it would feel if it was he himself strapped to the machine.

The Shadowtrooper adjusting the canister an inch forward was supposedly a prompt for Jidné to take the money, but she didn’t want to take it. Blood money, she thought. Seconds later, Vader notices her hesitation.

“Is there something else, child?” Vader inquired.

“N-No… my lord,”

“Then take it,”

She clenched her fist to eradicate the trembling. His invitation for the girl to take the money was a trick challenge he’s imposed—should the Sith lord notice the fumble in her hands, his suspicions would immediately be proven true.

Eventually, Jidné’s fingers wrapped around the handle and pulled it away from the podium. She still could not will herself to look at Cal in the eye, presuming that she had truly betrayed him—if only she could freeze time, she would’ve shouted it until her voice reaches the very foundation of the building that she has fallen for him and that she doesn’t want to do this anymore.

Jidné slowly turns around, her back against everyone else, as she was dismissed by Vader himself so she can return to the hangar to hide away her bounty.

“I shall expect you in the torture chamber soon, Sheedra,”

That stopped Jidné in her tracks. Her grip around the handle tightened until her palms swelled. Ever so slightly, she bobbed her head to the side, one inch shy of showing her face over her shoulder.

“Understood.” She huskily replied, a dreary tone rasped as she spoke.

Eager to leave, she continued to walk away and succeeded in hiding the tears streaming down her cheeks as she takes every step.

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Fictober 2020 Day 1

Prompt #1: “No, come back!”

Fandom: Invader zim but its focused on ocs

Rating: T for teen due to swearing and alcohol consumption

Pairing: Female human oc/male irken oc

Warnings/Tags: swearing, alcohol use, potential alcoholism, slight abo mention

“No, come back!”

Magenta was worried. More like extremely concerned as she had recently had found out a friend of hers had gotten seriously injured, and while it made sense that she wasn’t there to help him out as she was prone to...freaking out, especially when someone close to her was seriously injured, plus she had...overreacted when she found out about it through a group text, but eventually, due to her building frustration, she decided to something that she had done in the past to try and ease her frustrations, which was drinking. Admittedly, it wasn’t the best way as she had a tendency to get even more emotional while drinking, especially when it was for a negative reason like this.

She sighed, taking a swig of the first can of beer, barely grimacing at the taste, too wrapped up in the emotions she desperately wanted to dull. “God...how does anyone actually stand me? Honestly...its a fuckin’ miracle that Dex can even stand to be in the same house as me...” She quickly got into an alcohol induced funk, even wondering how on earth her mate could stand to be with her when she was practically Known for flying off the handle at the slightest inconvenience.

It was at that time that her mate came into their room slowly, and his face was soft as he saw her beating herself up, and berating herself for what she had done earlier. “Dex loves you, stupid. That’s how, and what’s that stink?”

Magenta perked up out of fear as her scent spiked out of the shock of seeing him, and even drops the can of shock. “H-hon...I.. i need to go.” She said as she immediately got up, and tried to move past him, not wanting for him to see her like this. She was his alpha after all, and even if she hadn’t fully grown up knowing about them...there was still the fact that she felt like she needed to be strong and unflappable for him, despite the fact that they had been living together for months, and he was also carrying their child as well.

Dex held her hand, but he fell from the sudden jerk, catching himself barely. Magenta helped steady him, though she was shaking slightly and not making eye contact with him. He looked at her, with concern in his eyes, and his antennae pinned back as well. “W-what is wrong with you, Dex just wants pinkie’s attention. All day Dex has been waiting to talk to you, then you, you flee...”

Those words stung at her as she genuinely didn’t mean to leave him hanging like that...now more than ever he needed her, and she just pushed him away...And yet, she Knew that she couldn’t just let him see her as the mess she looked like, she needed to be Perfect! Especially since he didn’t need anymore stress. So she did the, seemingly, sensible thing and downplayed how she was feeling. “I’m...fine hon. I just don’t want you to see me like this.” She said as she gestured to the disheveled mess that she was looking like currently.

He looked at her with his scent spiking at how stand-offish she’s acting like, due to her being slightly drunk. “I-is pinkie leaving dex...?” He whimpered softly, as he would never want her to leave him, especially not now with a child on the way. However, seeing his reaction, just made her grip her arms so tightly that she began to draw blood. “I...I would never. I just, I can’t, I dont want to let you see me like this...” She shakes her head, feeling absolutely terrible for being caught like this, especially to, in her opinion, one of the most important people in the universe.

Dex began to pace as his mind immediately went to the worst possible conclusions. “Oh Irk it’s too fast, Dex will be better, Dex promises...” He said as his mind continued to race as he didn’t get why exactly his mate, his tallest, was trying to get away from him so badly. It surely had to be something he had done, even if he didn’t realize it, right? Her face softened considerably when she saw him freaking out, and she tries to reach out, but she pulls back her hand quickly. “Hon, I swear it isn’t you. I would never ever blame you for my issues...I just...dont want you seeing me like this...” She was torn between shying away from Dex as she did Not want him seeing her as anything less than composed, or in a situation like what she was in now. She had to be the one who had her stuff together after all, not the one who broke down over anything mildly distressing.

Dex began to get frustrated slightly as she said that, and he frowned as well. “Pinkie looks perfect to Dex every single day, no matter what. Dex is your mate, when Pinkie is stressed, he feels it. When Pinkie is mad and acts happy, Dex feels it. Dex feels you’re angry and pent up, why is Pinkie so- so scared and distraught?” He explained, and also asked because he felt concerned for his mate as she was acting somewhat erratically.

At hearing that, she began to tear up and shudder as she repeated “I can’t” over and over again, as she felt her guilt and shame build up. Especially since as he was pregnant, he should probably stay as calm as he can be so as to not cause any complications with it. Especially since they were both so excited to se their child, so if something happened to them...she didn’t know what they would do. However, this turn of emotions greatly frustrated Dex as he genuinely didn’t know why exactly she was being so closed off with how she was acting as they were practically married at this point. So he asks simply, “Why can’t you?”

That caused her to tear up even more as that very simple question somehow struck her down to her very core. “I-i just can’t... I don’t want to stress you out even more as you being stressed is the very last thing you should be right now.” She explained, trying to still, somehow, try to be composed, despite the fact that she was about one step away from fully breaking down. Which, in turn, caused Dex to lash out due to Magenta being...difficult to deal with currently.

“WHY CAN’T YOU?! What can’t you do?!” He exclaimed, still holding her hands as tears began to roll down his face, which made her look down as she felt Absolutely terrible for trying to withhold what exactly she was doing from him. She still did so, as she still felt shame for even Daring to drink while her mate was looking for her attention all day... “I just...can’t tell you what I was doing...It’s nothing to worry about anyways...” She said as she continued to look down, trying to avoid any eye contact from him, otherwise, she would feel even Worse for what she had done.

At what she had said, Dex just gave a look that said “Fine.” as he backed away from her, a million different thoughts going through his head as he actually seemed stressed as he headed down the stairs, and probably to a friend’s house as he didn’t know what to do with her at that moment, when in reality he didn’t need to do anything.

As that happened, Magenta actually began to freak out slightly as he left her the room. “W-wait! Dex! No, come back!” She cried out, not wanting to be without her mate, her everything, her amazing love and omega. And once he left, instead of wanting to just cry until no tears could come out, she instead dried her tears, and grabbed another beer, wanting to drown out all of the feelings she felt as Everything felt too loud, and she also did it to somehow dull the aching in her heart for her one and only mate.

~O~

Eventually, she slowed her speed of chugging down the beer, and when she finally allowed herself to cry, it was a full cry as she wept, already missing her mate, even if it was only temporary, because she missed him so much that her heart ached and yearned for him. “D-dex...I-i’m sorry.. I miss you....” She whimpered, already mentally berating herself for alienating her mate.

#fictober20 #alcohol use #swearing #based off a rp #its actually a more complicated rp but ive been Dying to write out some scenes from it so #have some sweet sweet angst #dex is Not my oc but magenta/pinkie is #dw the child is eventually born w no complications

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Moon Monsters - Chapter 10

Genre: Fantasy Adventure, Romance, Comedy Rating: M Warnings: unprotected sex (stay safe!!), knotting, impregnation kink, mild language Pairing: Jungkook x reader, Jimin x oc, Taehyung x oc Notes: werewolf!bts au. Not idol!bts. Same goes for GOT7. Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: Are you guys ready to see how things pan out? ;3

Tagging: @grxnadxs @jiminnies-baby @justbangtanandjams @breadcaaat @wordsturnintostories @jennierubyjane0116 @honeycutelove @princess4games

Summary: You’re the CEO’s new personal assistant. But there’s something strange about him and the company you work for.

meet the packs , prologue , ch 1 , ch 2 , ch 3 , ch 4 , ch 5 , ch 6 , ch 7 , ch 8 , ch 9

“Jeon Jungkook.”

“Ye-Yes, my love?”

“The only reason I’m even remotely humoring you is because I know your dick is big but it’s not that big.”

Relief flooded the young wolf’s system as he listened to your verdict. Thank the moon goddess, you were going to let him explain. You were going to give him a chance to explain everything. Maybe, just maybe, all hope was not lost. Your next words ripped him from his little moment of celebration.

“So as soon as whatever this is deflates......you’ve got a lot of explaining to do, mister.”

With his heat now sated, for the time being, Jungkook was able to think clearly for the first time in a week. In doing so, he waited patiently for his knot to go away so he could ease himself out of you. Oh how he hated seeing all of that seed leave your beautiful body. What if he hadn’t successfully bred you? He would just have to try again later. His heat was far from over despite the timing.

“Let me just clean you up first and then I can make you some tea and we can talk.”

“Sounds good.”

You didn’t mean to sound so short with him, but this was a lot to take in right now. However, you couldn’t help but wonder if that’s why some things didn’t make sense to you earlier. The odd tugs towards him that you couldn’t explain. The fact that you were sick one minute but as soon as he was back by your side, you were right as rain again. Perhaps he was telling the truth after all.

“W--What are you doing???”

“I’m going to clean you up?”

“Like that?!?”

The both of you were blushing like two virgin teenagers as you stared down at him positioned between your legs with his mouth inches from your core. He had your legs draped over his shoulders so he could get a better balance and access to your folds. Clearing his throat awkwardly and trying his best not to stutter, he mumbled in timid explanation,

“My saliva has numbing properties. You’re going to be sore if I don’t. You see.....You’re a human and technically not capable of taking a wolf’s knot.”

You watched him suddenly sport a wide bunny smile full of what looked like pride as he continued.

“But you did. You, my beautiful mate, took my knot because you were meant for me. We’re meant to be together, beautiful. You and I. The Moon Goddess and Mother Nature willed this to happen. They willed us to be together.”

This was way too much right now. Way too much. All you had wanted to do today was enjoy time off with your boyfriend after missing him terribly for a solid week only to wind up being told he was some kind of mythical creature. What was this? A Twilight book??? No thanks. With a soft groan of exhaustion and embarrassment, you flung an arm over your eyes and mumbled while blushing deeper,

“Fine, fine. Just do it. You perv.”

Despite the arm covering your eyes, you could hear him let out a boyish chuckle before suddenly feeling a wet muscle against your still sensitive folds. Numbing properties or not, that was still your boyfriend’s tongue on your pussy and it only made a fresh batch of slick try and escape between your thighs. His chuckles vibrated against your core, causing you to shiver and let out a weak whine of wanting.

“Babe, I’m trying to clean you up, not get you dirty again.”

“I c-can’t help it. It’s your tongue. F-Feels ss-s-so good.”

“Lucky for you my heat has subsided for the moment. Otherwise we’d be going another round right now.”

Another round? Good lord. You were still recovering from the first! After struggling to keep your hormones under control, Jungkook finally had you numbed and squeaky clean. Despite how weird it was, you were grateful that he was looking out for you in the sense of being in pain afterwards. You weren’t a virgin, but that.....knot, or whatever he was calling it, that hurt like a beep. Made you feel like a virgin all over again.

Speaking of looking out for you, now that he wasn’t thinking with his other head, the young man was doting on you something crazy. Not only had he helped you get dressed into one of his over sized t-shirts, but he also insisted on carrying you to the living room. As he did, you took note that he was handling you as if you were glass.

Upon having a nice, steaming cup of tea handed to you on a delicate saucer, you watched the male sit next to you while setting his own tea down on the glass coffee table. Knowing the liquid was still too hot to drink, you settled for staring at the man next to you. The man who had started out as just another coworker. Then he became your boyfriend, and now he was telling you that the two of you were mates. Hopefully that was just another term for boyfriend and girlfriend.

It was quiet in the living room. Too quiet. Breathing felt like you were being too noisy. Looking next to you, you could see the poor boy fidgeting and squirming; trying to figure out where to start. Deciding to give the conversation some sense of direction, you asked with a soft sigh,

“When were you planning on telling me?”

Your question made it sound like you believed him. It sounded as if you believed him when he said he was a mythical creature that could only be found in fictional writing. Truthfully, you did. You did believe him. How else could you explain the strange things happening in your life? Not to mention, you were definitely numb down there. He couldn’t fake that. You should be so freaking sore you couldn’t move right now but you weren’t.

His eyes shimmered with hope. Surely the fact that you weren’t asking him to prove his claims meant that you believed him. Furthermore, it meant you might actually be accepting him for what he was. However, your question was a heavy one. Did Jungkook even know the answer to that? Clearing his throat and staring down at his hands in his lap, he finally found his voice as he spoke softly and sincerely,

“I’ve been trying to figure that out myself from the day I met you in the office building.”

He finally looked you in the eyes as he attempted to explain his reasoning for his answer. Gosh he looked so small sitting there hunched over like a child who was getting grounded. Or perhaps it was more like a puppy with his tail between his legs?

“A wolf knows he’s found his mate the second he sees them. When I saw you walking towards me that day at the office, I knew right then you were the one. I fell for you instantly because that’s how it works for my kind. Love at first sight is taken quite literal in the realm of us werewolves.”

He let out a shy laugh and timidly looked back down at his nervously twitchy hands; his cup of tea long forgotten by now.

“I couldn’t just drag you to the break room and tell you what I was and that I’m head over paws in love with you. That wasn’t a very realistic option in my mind. And besides.....”

He locked eyes with you once more and you could tell he was feeling more confident in his words and was finding them more easily as he added,

“I wanted you to fall in love with me naturally. As in on your own with no outside influences. I wanted you to love me for me and not because two great female deities wanted it so.”

Smiling sadly and perhaps even apologetically, he continued,

“Being a werewolf, I don’t have a choice. But you’re human, which means you do and I wanted you to have that freedom of choice. Even if you didn’t end up picking me.”

Wow. He just had to go and be all precious and throw that bombshell on you, didn’t he? You were trying to be mad at him for keeping things from you. Then again.....you had only been an official couple and off the market for a whole whopping week. Honestly, this has been the most crazy relationship you’ve ever heard of. Was this even realistic? Perhaps they jumped into this a little too fast? Yeah. Probably.

“Th--Thank you.....For being so courteous about my feelings and not just throwing yourself at me and forcing us to be together.”

He offered you a shy smile; hoping that it would come across as something reassuring. Jungkook wanted you to feel comfortable and safe around him; wanted you to know that you could trust him with your life and well-being. Shifting in his seat a bit, he spoke up once more in a soft, shy voice.

“I’ll understand if you wish to part ways. It’s a lot to take in and honestly you’re handling it all very well. Better than I probably would have, had the roles been reversed. It’s not every day you hear your lover admitting they’re a werewolf.”

You were trying to find a break in his speech so you could say something, but he just kept rambling on nervously; growing more and more fidgety in his seat. Hell, even his leg was starting to bounce like a jackhammer.

“Besides, living with a wolf would probably be more trouble than it’s worth. I shed something awful, I can hardly keep food here for me let alone my mate, I run several degrees hotter so cuddling me would most likely suck. I grow really clingy and whiny in the few days it takes for my heat to hit. And let’s not get me star----”

The only way you knew to shut him up was by covering his mouth with your own. While he had been rambling and convincing himself that you two were over, you had carefully set your still full cup of tea down on the coffee table and moved closer to him. Close enough to hold his face in your hands and mold your lips against his constant moving ones.

Of course the action took him by surprise. At first he tensed up from shock. However, upon realizing what you were doing, he soon wrapped his arms around you and held your body against his as he gently kissed you back. Despite all this craziness, kissing each other still felt like coming home.

The kiss had started out something tender. Just something to get him to shut up. Unbeknownst to you, it did a little more than that. Within seconds, he was kissing you back and taking control; his arms pulling you and dragging you closer till you were now straddling him with his back pressed into the cushions of the couch.

The kiss was turning into nothing but teeth and spit as the young wolf grew eager. With a soft growl of arousal, he roughly sucked on your bottom lip before shoving his tongue into your wet cavern. Meanwhile, you felt deliciously helpless against his strength. It was amazing how only 20 minutes ago, he was treating you like a fragile relic. Now he was treating you like a slab of meat or maybe a chew toy.

With that thought suddenly popping into your head, you couldn’t help but giggle at the image that sprouted from such a thought. Which ended up sounding pretty strangled since when you began to giggle, the young wolf had been happily sucking on your tongue. Suddenly pulling away from your delicious mouth, the said young pup was blinking at you in confusion and curiosity; his eyes blown out with lust.

“What’s so funny?”

He didn’t look or sound too pleased to be away from your lips but the curiosity was still there floating around in his hungry, obsidian orbs. Blushing partly from embarrassment and partly from being flustered by his eagerness, you replied somewhat teasingly with a shrug,

“Eh. Just thinking about what I’m getting you for Christmas.”

Those hungry eyes staring back at you almost immediately grew soft and, dare you say, even warm. With his orbs flickering all over your face looking for something, he finally locked gazes with you once more before asking somewhat breathlessly in hope,

“You mean----You’re not leaving me? You want to stay?”

Before you could think better of it, your eyes rolled on their own accord while a smile of amusement found its way onto your face. You suppose you couldn’t really blame him for thinking you’d walk away. This was pretty insane to think about. However......supernatural tug or not......You just couldn’t be without him. That much had been proven. The painful way.

Gently flicking his nose with your finger, you grinned as he whined like a real wounded puppy and he instantly covered his nose to shelter it from any further attacks. Giggling, you leaned in to press a kiss to his forehead before leaning back and replying casually,

“It’s going to take a lot more than telling me you’re part mutt for me to leave. Lucky for you I like both cats and dogs.”

“Well lucky for you Swiper and I get along pretty well.”

Speaking of the orange kitten, it brought you back to everything that had happened within the last couple weeks and how Jungkook had been there by your side every second of it. Ever since the two of you met, he’s always been there to protect you and care for you. How could you ever turn your back on someone who cared so deeply for you? It was an easy question, you couldn’t. And you wouldn’t.

“Relax, Jeon. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good. Because......I think my heat’s back....”

That was how the two of you ended up christening the entire apartment with your newfound love for each other. If anything, this confession of his only seemed to bring the two of you closer as far as love and trust. The two of you allowed yourselves to be open and vulnerable to each other and that took a great amount of trust. Not to mention he now entrusted you with one of his greatest secrets. Not only who he was, but what he was.

“Come on, baby. You can give me one more. Just one more.”

“Jungkook----”

You choked on a moan as he was currently pounding you into the dining table; your cheek pressed into the wood and your hands clawing in front of you, trying to find something to keep you grounded. Voice shaking with every thrust he delivered, you managed to say,

“You said that three rounds ago. I can’t----”

“Yes you can. You can, beautiful. I know you want to. Gotta make sure I breed you good and fill you with my pups.”

But he didn’t stop there. Oh no. He was great with his words when driven by his heat.

“Gonna look so gorgeous with your belly swollen. All round and full with our offspring made from our love making. Your breasts filled with milk to help them grow big and strong just like us.”

The poor boy was drenched in sweat and had went through nearly a whole case of bottled water from his first time with you, up to now. To say both of you were exhausted would be an understatement. Although you were far worse off than him. Being human put you at a huge disadvantage but you took his heat like a trooper. So much so, that Kook began to wonder if you were already part wolf and just didn’t know it.

“K--Kook----M’Gonna cum!!”

“Yes! That’s it, babe! Come on! Sh-Shit! Let me hear you howl as I knock you up!”

You were on the pill so you highly doubted anything would come of this. Sure the pill wasn’t 100% effective but that just meant you’d run to the drug store real quick and get some Morning After pills to ensure that nothing would happen. It wasn’t that you didn’t want kids with him, but it was still extremely early in your guys unique relationship. One thing at a time, here.

The next thing you knew, you were seeing stars and your vision was turning white as yet another orgasm hit you like a truck. How could he make every climax feel as amazing as the first if not better??? You should be passed out by now. Although you weren’t too far from blacking out as you laid there with your body convulsing from the pleasure your boyfriend was delivering.

Trying to calm yourself down, you felt the familiar tightness that came whenever his knot started to form. Dear lord were you ever going to get used to that? Probably not. Perhaps there was a part of you that was inhuman as well? Especially if humans weren’t designed to take a wolf’s knot. Taking deep breaths, you could feel Jungkook on top of you as he also was breathing heavily.

“You’re so perfect. My perfect mate. Taking my knot so well.”

You shivered and let out a small moan. Not from the kiss that he planted to your back, but to the feeling of his hot seed filling your womb. It seemed to come on in spurts rather than just one shot like you were used to from intimate partners in the past. With several minutes passing and Jungkook continuously praising you in his bliss-filled haze, you finally felt him deflate and let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding.

“Such a good girl. You did so well. Let me take care of you now.”

And just like that, the hungry wolf was gone for another month and back was your loving, dorky boyfriend. He gently eased himself out of your abused hole and was careful to lift you into his arms. Just like every round before, he would lay you down on the couch that was now completely soiled and would need replacing. He’d then proceed to clean you up and help numb any pain you might be experiencing.

The first couple times he did it, all it caused was more arousal. However, you were now too far exhausted to feel even remotely horny or worked up. Nope, you could easily fall asleep right here, on this dirty couch of his. In fact, your eyes had started to droop and close completely but a warm hand was gently tapping your cheek and forced you to look up.

“Hey there, gorgeous. Don’t fall asleep on me yet. I need to get you in the bath so I can properly clean you up. We can’t have you drowning now, can we?”

“Mmmm. M’sleepy.”

“I know you are, babe. Trust me. You have every reason to be. Hell, I’d be concerned if you weren’t. But I need you to stay awake just a little while longer, okay? Can you do that for me?”

No answer.

“Beautiful?”

It was no use. You were too drained and exhausted. So there he was smiling fondly down at you, his beautiful mate, as you slept in a deep and peaceful sleep. Not to mention well-deserved too. He had to admit, there were a few times where he was anything but gentle and patient. It was crazy how clearly he could think now. Now that the heat wasn’t driving him positively mad.

With a soft sigh, he gently picked you up and cradled you to his chest as he approached the bathroom. Guess he’d just have to take a bath with you to make sure you didn’t drown. What a shame. What a shame, indeed.

After bathing you clean, drying you off, and pulling another extra large t-shirt over your lulling skull, Jungkook carried your still limp form over to his bed since yours was pretty......messy. He may or may not have had a little too much fun using the canopy drapes to hog tie you to your own bed. Turns out bondage was a kink you both shared.

Standing at the foot of his bed with his arms folded across his chest, the young wolf couldn’t help but feel himself swell with pride as he watched you sleeping. In his bed. Gosh you were absolutely stunning. You practically glowed with beauty as you laid there curled up under the covers; sleeping peacefully. Hopefully dreaming sweet dreams like you deserve to.

Knowing that his mate was getting rest and recovering from her breeding, Jungkook could feel his canine instincts kicking in and he started to clean the den just as you had planned to earlier this morning. The least he could do was take care of everything while you rested. After all, you could be carrying his pups now and there was no way he was going to risk you over working yourself.

By the time he could sense you stirring from your slumber, the young male had managed to disinfect the whole house, finish up most of the laundry, and did all the dishes. With the help of the dishwasher, of course. He had been laying next to you and gently running his fingers through your hair while he waited for the last load of laundry to finish drying.

“Mmmm......”

“There she is. There’s my sleeping beauty.”

“I don’t feel like her. I feel like I’ve been trampled on by a herd of elephants.”

He shouldn’t have laughed, but he just couldn’t help it. You were so cute with how you said it. Your eyes still shut and your speech all slurred in grogginess. You were absolutely adorable when still half asleep like this. Jungkook found it so endearing, honestly. You, his beautiful girl. His beautiful she-wolf. Well......not yet. But hopefully one day.

“Can I get you anything? Water? Something to eat? You must be starving, my love. It’s nearly dinner time.”

Just when you were about to reply, you could hear both of your phones go off at almost the same exact time. Which meant it had to be someone from the group text you both were in. Too exhausted to move, you allowed your boyfriend to be the one to check the incoming text message.

“Hmmm. Would you be up for a triple date with Jimin, Taehyung, and the girls?”

It was silent for a moment. In fact, so silent, that the young wolf wondered if you had fallen back asleep. However, just when he was about to reply back to the guys that you were too exhausted, you suddenly spoke up with your eyes still shut,

“Only if you give me a kiss. I think I need a kiss to help me wake up.”

Grinning worthy of a wolf like himself, the male set his phone down before slowly sliding further down till he was laying right up against you, turning you into the little spoon as he whispered against your ear.

“Oh baby girl, there’s a lot better ways I could wake you up. Trust me.”

After playfully tickling you and romping around in the sheets, you surrendered and admitted that you were wide awake just so he’d stop his relentless tickling. Laughing and throwing his arms up in victory, you simply huffed and tried to shove him out of bed. Of course it did zero good because that boy was like solid volcanic rock.

While you dragged yourself into his bathroom to go about your business, Jungkook was still smiling and chuckling as he finally responded to the group chat and confirmed that he and yourself were up for the triple date. Honestly, it sounded pretty fun. Not to mention this was the perfect time to get everything else out in the open. The hardest part was over. You had accepted him and that was more than he could ever hope for.

After using the toilet and washing your hands and face, you took time to fix your hair using one of his combs and realized he wasn’t kidding. The poor boy really did shed like a real canine. The comb was full of his hairs. Smiling to yourself in amusement, you cleaned out the object as best you could by pulling all the hair out and making sure it hit the trashcan on the floor located next to the sink vanity.

By the time you had come back out, your wolf man was lounging on the bed and scrolling through his phone, still not dressed yet. Well.....dressed for an outing, anyway. He was currently sporting a t-shirt and basketball shorts. You never saw him in sweats and now it made sense. He would burn up in them with his natural increased body temperature being a thing. No wonder he kept the thermostat set so far back.

“We gonna get dressed or what, big guy?”

You casually swatted at his foot but he only chuckled and finally put his phone back on the nightstand. Swinging his muscular legs over the side of the bed, you watched him stand up and approach you only to wrap you up in a back hug. Encircling your arms around his own, you smiled up at him only to meet his lips with your own. He had to bend down a bit but that’s okay. You met him half way by standing on your tiptoes a bit.

“I suppose so, little girl. Wear something cute for me, okay? But nothing too short. I can’t have other guys thinking they have a shot with you. You’re mine and only mine.”

You let out a soft yelp when you felt him nip at the shell of your ear. How quickly you had forgotten about his genuine canines and the fact that they were a lot sharper than normal human ones. Pouting and gently stepping on his foot with your own, you felt rather than heard his chuckling as he finally let you go so you could get dressed in the privacy of your own bedroom.

Upon entering your room, you were surprised how clean and tidy it was. The last time you remember seeing your bedroom, it had been a complete mess. Your canopy drapes had been all over the floor but not before being tied around your limbs. Just the memory of that particular round of love making and ‘breeding’ had your cheeks setting ablaze in embarrassment. Never before had a guy tried bondage on you. Turns out it was a huge kink you didn’t even know you had.

Shaking your head to help clear it of such sinful memories, you focused on the task at hand. However, as you were getting dressed, you couldn’t help but wonder about things. Well.....everything, really. Your boyfriend was a werewolf. It still hadn’t quite hit you yet. Even though he had stuffed his stupid wolf knot in you several times today, it still hadn’t fully sunk in mentally.

You wondered if he could turn into a real wolf at will or if it only happened during a cheesy full moon. What color of fur did he have? Since his hair was long and black, did that mean his fur was the same way? Did his eyes ever change color? Instead of being scared or repulsed by his confession, you found yourself being extremely curious and fascinated instead. Did the others know he was a werewolf???

So many questions. Hell, you were genuinely excited to ask him every single one you had. The longer you thought about it, the more and more you wanted to see what he looked like as a real wolf. Smiling to yourself as you thought back on what you wanted to get him for Christmas, you realized that this would be your first one together. It’d be your first Halloween, your first Pepero Day......Gosh. You were in so deep. You really loved this man. Werewolf or not.

You had just covered your face with both hands and let out a muffled squeal of happiness when not maybe three seconds later, said man came barreling through the door to your bedroom. Eyes wide with confusion and fear, he asked a little breathlessly,

“Are you okay, baby girl?”

Feeling extremely embarrassed for the both of you, you quickly uncovered your face and smiled shyly while your blush crept up your neck, covered your face, and even burned the tips of your ears. Nodding bashfully, you admitted just as much.

“Yeah. It’s all good. Just happy to be yours, is all.”

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

tagged by: @battleshell ; we all care blue, u do, i do, we all do tagging: holy shit my whole dash because exorbitantly long memes are the BEST. i aint even sarcastic when i say that, i love this kind of shit. u GOTTA do it.

my muse is: canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless / complicated

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO. [ he is in two fandoms, in fact. he is both a fan-favorite from super mario rpg, the very first in the line of mario rpgs we’ve gotten over the years, and a pretty popular smash bros. request. he even got a mii costume in 4 and a spirit in ultimate as a result of the love. he’s very beloved, to the point that i’d, even as a geno fan myself, deem him a bit overrated. why? b/c where is all the love for all the other smrpg characters!!! they are all good. i love them all. ]

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK. [ i mean ?? i’ve met and seen many people who have/had crushes on geno so ??????? but i don’t think it’s like. that. ghfskjhgsg??? ]

Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK. [ oh yes, he is undeniably very strong, both in personality and in battle. he is often seen as the level-headed straight man of the party in smrpg (which, in the case of my geno, is... semi-applicable LMAO), a star spirit with unwavering bravery and confidence. his in-battle stats are also pretty crazy, favoring geno as a glass cannon and enemy sweeper. he is also the only character in the game to have a move that will insta-kill any enemy besides bosses. well, and exor. idk why exor, but there ya go. needless to say, pretty much everyone in the fandom agrees that geno is a powerful mfer. why wouldn’t a literal, living star be? ]

Are they underrated? YES / NO / IDK. [ as i mentioned before, there is no shortage of him being underrated in the fanbase. i’d even say he’s a little overrated. some people treat smrpg as ‘that game with geno in it’ rather than everything else it has going for it. i love star boye as much as the next gal, but pls appreciate smrpg as a whole. it’s such a vibrant game with a colorful world of characters to love. ]

Were they relevant for the main story? YES / NO. [ he is actually, completely central to the plot. the subtitle of smrpg is legend of the seven stars, which directly relates to geno’s core mission: to find the seven star pieces and restore star road. the rest of the gang had different ambitions, but they all ended up banding together over geno’s objective. one could argue he mostly is the exposition-granter and could be replaced with anyone else, but i feel he’s irreplaceable. smrpg would be so different without him, like it or not. ]

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG. [ i wouldn’t say he is the protagonist, obviously, as that is very much mario’s spot. that being said, he is a pretty obvious deuteragonist for smrpg, given how much the plot revolves around him. he’s relevant to mario, for sure, as well as peach, mallow, and bowser. he’s relevant to many characters beyond them. he represents the fight for everyone’s wishes to be able to come true. he’s, uh... very relevant rofl. ]

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO. [ the star spirits are somewhat known in the mario universe as entities capable of granting wishes, kinda like fabled gods with a tinge more evidence and reality to them. geno himself isn’t a known name, not like the seven star spirits of star haven, but his people are decently known. he, however, is not. ]

How’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. [ he is basically the epitome of ‘good’ until you overthink star society like i do lol. not all wishes can be granted, what constitutes as a ‘good wish’ is subjective, why some good wishes still can’t be granted anyway, etc. it puts him more towards neutral good with a dash of lawful and an undercurrent of chaotic, given his rebellion against his superiors. ]

How strictly do you follow canon? — i mean, it isn’t hard to be strict to mario canon when there isn’t that much of a foundation to work with anyway lol. it’s all rather simplistic until you get into the nitty gritty of it ??? that said, geno is built on a lot of headcanon. like, a lot a lot. star society and its rules for star spirits of his kind, his relationship with rosalina (a matronly figure), his relationship with the seven star spirits, the fleshing-out of his basic personality traits shown in smrpg, etc.? headcanon upon headcanon.

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals. — a star possessing the form of a children’s toy, like toy story but with more cosmic pew-pew. a chill and sassy guy still learning the ways of how earth (and other planets) work on a more intimate level, meaning there will be lots of adorkable moments as this curious one makes discoveries. sometimes attempts to innovate with what he learns to be ‘ahead of the curve’, leading to interesting results. (he likes to sip bubble tea, but replace the tapioca pearls with star bits. good result. mopping a counter-top because it would be ‘more efficient’? not-so-good result, got him lots of stares.) straight outta the 90′s, so be ready some of that rad 90′s slang and know-how from back in the day. (what do u mean they’re bringing back dunkaroos? that’d mean they stOPPED MAKING THEM?!?) very intrigued with new technology, became stuck to his smartphone upon discovering them, fell into the time-sink that is animal videos on youtube. he’s humble and likes to relax, have a good time, and relax w/ the squad. video games, netflix binges, the whole nine yards, he’s gotchu. he is a hell of a fighter and loves to fight, as well. help him push his abilities, and he’ll help you with yours. likes being a little shit for fun, only to an extent (harmless moments of impishness, not serious, hurtful pranks). has a sense of humor that is easy to tickle, even with stupid dad jokes and classic puns. the brother-friend that will fire lasers at ur enemies for u. likes to play violin. cute. super cutie. v. tiny in his star form. almost five whole feet of sparkly, twinkly fun. likes super soakers.

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?). — despite intrigue to learn more about the world around him, there is only so much that he does know. societal norms are often beyond him, and there are just so, so many earth hobbies he is not aware of. without handing him a bone, it makes him a little more limited than someone who’s more savvy. he is prime slice-of-life material, but that may also make things rather dull in an rp without an extra twist to spice things up. (thankfully, his being a total SNOT sometimes helps with that.) in canon and strictly in canon, geno doesn’t really have much personality, something that this geno has plenty more fleshed out. a good chunk of fandom finds him to be incredibly boring and droll, to which i personally disagree, as there are little things in smrpg that hint towards him having more to explore.

What inspired you to rp your muse? — funnily enough, seeing smash bros. fandom railing on geno fans + hyping him up all at the same time made me revisit smrpg after having only played it as a teenager. i expected geno to be a boring slate of nothing like fandom often portrays him, but i found that i was terribly wrong. with a newfound perspective on him, noting little details that defied my expectations for this li’l guy, i decided to give him a geno whirl and see what kind of expansion i could do with his character. the amount of lore i came up with him and started wondering about piled on and on and on, and i realized that he had so much more potential than what nintendo and square properly tapped into. (some of it is also a matter of being timely, though, meaning later mario materials such as rosalina, star haven, etc.) i wanted to flex out that potential and see how much i could fill this little doll up with, and lo and behold, i rp him today with extensive amounts of development poured into him with love. to put it simply, there was so much untapped potential that i wanted to share with the world, to show geno the love and in-depth exploration that he deserved, to show that he was more than what he was given.

What keeps your inspiration going? — chattering about mario lore with pals, whether it relates to geno or not, reading, watching shows or videos that remind me of him, learning more about cosmology and the universe we live in (and boy, i’ve learned a lot of neat stuff!), revisiting my childhood (the 90′s) since it’s very geno-appropriate, drawing The Boye, literally anything to do with playing, watching, or doing ANYTHING with smrpg/paper mario 64/smg1&2, and probs a lot more. i’ve got a lot of fuel in me for this guy lol.

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice? YES / NO / I SINCERELY HOPE I DO? [ on one hand, of course i hope that i do! on the other hand, i mean... nintendo and square don’t do jack for him, so i think almost anyone can do him more justice than they have, lbr. it’s... not hard... :’) ]

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO / SORT OF? [ ok i gotta just copy-paste what blue said in her response because my god, she nailed it: “you know when you have a concept and in your own mind you can see it clearly, without fuzziness or confusion, but you can’t seem to put it clearly into words without it turning into an essay because you need to connect all the other points that’s in the single concept you envisioned? yea.” basically, this but in spades, because i have a huge amount of headcanon and lore that i’ve either not gotten around to writing about yet or am purposefully staving off (wink wink). i have written a lot for him, though! it’s just... comparatively so little to what all i’ve thought up over-time. ]

Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO [ not! often! enough!!! ]

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO [ all i know is fine dining, breathing, and adorkable starman. ]

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO / SORT OF? [ funny enough, i’m pretty damn confident in my portrayal, albeit still very modest. i mean, i am at least confident that i give depth to a character that had so little, and i feel like geno is just... real. (not literally ofc i mean like, he FEELS realistic.) he’s got character perks, character flaws, strengths, weaknesses, personal issues, ongoing obstacles, relatable themes where appropriate, interests, knowledge (or lack thereof), daily routines... i could go on. if nothing else, i at least feel good about trying to make geno feel less like some exposition character and more like a person. considering he wants to achieve personhood that most of his kind never gets to find, it’s oddly poetic lmao. ]

Are you confident in your writing? YES / NO. [ eehhhhh. i mean, i guess it’s fiiiIIINE, but i often feel like i lack a certain pizzazz, something that’ll keep people interested and intrigued with what i write, giving enough material for them to adequately bounce back. on the same token, i like to babble with my prose, so i often worry about going on and on and on way too much. stale, quantity over quality, substance-less writing is what i fuss over the most. ;; ]

Are you a sensitive person? YES / NO. / SORTA. [ sensitive to empathy and other peoples’ emotions, yes. i’m an insanely empathetic person, and i have a lot of love to give. that said, with only few exceptions, i have a pretty iron-clad skin. sometimes, i daresay it’s to the point that i often misjudge what other people can take, and i feel i can end up being too harsh and forward. that being said, it is also a good thing at times. harsh or not, if i feel a certain way about something, i make that shit known and i make it known as loud as it necessarily should be. i don’t beat around the bush; rather, if i have a beef, i will make that beef known. consequently, if i have love to give, you damn well better be ready to swim in a pool of hearts and your favorite kind of cookie (if applicable). ]

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal? — as long as it isn’t complaints with lack of substance/reasoning, yes! even if i may not always agree and may take things with a grain of salt, i am insanely receptive to criticism, even over the pickiest things. it’s something i’ve grown used to due to prior rp venues being particularly harsh. i will never throw a fit or act like a child if there is something i could do better with geno. in fact, there always will be! i’m not perfect, and i love to hear about ways i can improve and do better. it’s paramount in a hobby like this.

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character? — LET’S-A FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why? — sure, i’d love to know! it can make for some neat conversation!! c:

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it? — that’s a’ight. i’m sure there are things about my geno that won’t resonate with everyone, especially given he’s a very sentimental character for old fogies like me lol. as long as there is no disrespect thrown this way, it’s all good. this stuff is subjective, after all.

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it? — oh, a lot of people really hate geno lol, but i’m guessing this means personal portrayal only. in such a case, i would be curious as to why, admittedly, but i acknowledge that i am not owed anyone’s reasoning. if they really, absolutely hate my geno, then it’s their prerogative, whether they want to give a reason why or not. again, it’s all good unless immaturity and disrespect rears its head. i won’t tolerate that and will ignore any such behavior.

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors? — sure, it happens to the best of us!

Do you think you are easy going as a mun? — i’d like to think that i am! i’ve often had people tell me that i’m very nice and mature, but of course, i have no right to say how i come off to other people. that is not in my territory to judge, only theirs. that being said, it’s not easy to upset me or anger me, and i’m more often willing to listen and pal around than not. i’m the living embodiment of (shrug). i am just (shrug).

#★ ; ( ooc. )#★ ; ( meme. )#★ ; ( headcanon. )#WHHHHOOOOOHHHHH THIS WAS A BLST #THANK U AGAIN BLUE I LOVE THIS

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xxisxxisxxis · 5 years

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Gateway Drug | Part Twenty

Table of Contents or Part Nineteen

Pairing: Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx x OC

Word Count: 2.5k

Warning(s): EXPLICIT SEXUAL SITUATIONS, EXPLICIT LANGUAGE

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I only believe there is one God. However, if there were to be multiple Gods, Nikki Sixx would definitely be one of them.

We barely make it out the door of the club to the last car waiting to pick us up and take us back to the hotel where Vince, Tommy and Mick are headed.

Forceful hands are tugging at my short dress as I open the door of the car, falling in to the back seat with a squeal as Nikki falls on top of me, looking back to hook the top of his boot in the handle of the door and shut it.

His lips are back to mine in a second, lighting my entire body on fire down to my toes.

I put my hands on his shoulders, pushing him back and he shifts and sits down, taking deep breaths as his arms encircle my waist and I straddle him—moaning at the feeling of him between my legs as he trails sloppy kisses down my neck.

His hand slides between us and up my dress, rough fingers igniting sparks through my skin as he feels that I don’t have a shred of clothing on underneath.

He pulls away from kissing me, looking a little surprised.

“What?” I ask, giving him a few small kisses as he thinks of what to say.

He doesn’t say anything, grabbing jaw with his free hand as he starts rubbing at my clit with the other, causing my eyes fo flutter closed.

Our tongues collide, his hand moving to snag the zipper down the back of my dress, and I push the straps of fabric from my shoulders to help him get it off of me.

He takes his hand from between my legs and pushes the skirt of my skin tight dress up my abdomen, causing me to hold my arms up so he can pull it off of me.

I don’t know where the hell the dress goes after he discards it, and I don’t really care at the moment.

His large hands encase my waist by my ribs, pulling me up so his tongue and teeth can leave hickeys all over my breasts.

I’m wet enough to fill a rag up and then some, possibly ruining his leather pants underneath me by grinding in to him to get some relief.

He has mercy on me, his hand returning to tease my sensitive flesh as he bites at one of my nipples.

“Nikki, please, please.” I quietly beg, and he grins, the tips of his fingers barely making it inside of me before he goes back to my clit and I move against his hand, starting to get frustrated.

He finds my flustered state amusing, taking a pause from my breasts.

It’s almost as if his hazel eyes are studying the way my hips are moving desperately to aid some relief to my throbbing core.

I grab his wrist, pulling his soaked fingers from between my legs before wrapping my burgundy colored lips around his pointer finger, making direct eye contact with him as I slowly move my mouth down and back up his finger like I would his prick, my hands starting to untie the laces of his pants.

“Oh, fuck.” He curses, smirking when my hand gets his pants undone and wraps around the base of him, jerking him off a couple of times before teasingly rubbing the tip of him from my clit, to my entrance, and back again.

As much as it’s torturing me to not just sink down on him and go at it, it’s torturing him more.

I don’t think he realized how potent a taste of his own medicine would be.

The car stops in front of the hotel before Nikki can coax me on to him, and I find a sadistic little kick in the frustrated noise he makes when I get off of him and put his dick back in his pants once the driver announces we’re here.

Nikki shrugs out of his leather jacket and hands it to me to slip on because...well...I’m naked as a jaybird.

The driver, who’s name I see on his name tag as “Lyle”, opens the door and Nikki gets out, grasping at my hand to help me out.

There’s teenaged kids crowding the entrance and lined down the building and the parking lot, holding their Mötley Crüe paraphernalia to be signed.

I hold Nikki’s jacket together with my hand, the bottom of it only an inch below my ass, and reach my other hand in to the jacket pocket to grab some cash Nikki’s got.

I hand it to Lyle.

“Thank you for effortlessly pretending we weren’t fooling around in the back.” I tell him, handing him his tip.

He nods at me once and takes the money while Nikki and I acknowledge the screaming kids until the flashing of press cameras nearly blind us. Our hands interlock and our heads stay down, ignoring obnoxious shouting from paparazzis to pay them attention so they can get a good check.

Just before we get to the door, my birthday present from Tansy—a custom pair of six inch heels I only wear on special occasions—slides off of my right foot.

Before me or Nikki can get to it, a boy that can’t be older than fifteen is nearly launching himself at my feet and grabbing it.

Instead of running off with it like a majority of these kids would do, he just looks up at me with big brown eyes.

He’s a dork. They all have that look of utter confusion and fear when a girl acknowledges them (I would know because Tommy was a little dorky in high school), not to mention the braces and thick coke bottle glasses.

He hands me my shoe back, and I just stand there for a second, really looking at this guy for some reason.

“‘Sup, man.” Nikki says to him to avoid being rude, pausing his attempt to get me upstairs as quickly as possible, noticing I’m seemingly interested in this boy.

I stop being weird, shaking my head a little to get myself back to reality.

“Do you have a pen?” I ask him randomly, taking my shoe from him.

“Uh, I—um, y-yeah, here.” He fumbles to pluck a pen from his pocket and I grab it, sensing Nikki and security’s impatience, but I brush it off.

I take the bottom of the bright red heel and write our room number “726” down on to it.

“You can call us up or just come up whenever the crowd dies down some and we’ll get you some VIP tickets. We’ll be up all night. Alright?” I hand my shoe and the pen back to him and he seems absolutely start struck.

“I-I-well, y-you don’t have to do that.” He attempts confidence and I roll my eyes.

“Shut up and accept the gift.” I order him and he nods, swallowing thickly. “Thanks again.” I motion to the shoe that I’m giving off to him as a souvenir, knowing Tansy won’t care.

Just as Nikki’s tugging at me because security is tugging at him, I give a last second kiss to the boy’s cheek, leaving what’s left of my smudged red lipstick on his skin.

I just take the other heel off and scurry inside, Nikki and I darting for the elevator.

The second the doors are closed he’s got me pinned to the wall with his face between my legs.

A moan laced with laughter due to his fluffy hair tickling the inside of my thighs fills the air around us as he puts one of my legs over his shoulder.

As usual, his tongue, teeth and lips work me in to a frenzy, my head leaning back as I move against his sinfully intoxicating rhythm.

His hands that hold my hips in place move upward, twisting and pulling at my nipples, practically setting off the Niagara Falls that every women tends to have when she’s putty in someone’s hands.

“Fuck.” I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut when two of his fingers slide into me.

I immediately clench around this, hungry for whatever I can get at this point.

He chuckles at me when I shrug his jacket off, too hot to be wearing anything at the moment.

I have one hand in his hair, the other clawing down his arm that’s connected to the hand he he’s got teasing at my breast.

Just as I’m getting closer and closer to cumming, the doors of the elevator open at our floor.

Nikki makes a show out of getting away from me, wiping his mouth and grinning.

I pick up his jacket and put it back on, grabbing my single shoe I dropped earlier, and scowl at him.

“You gotta little...something.” He motions to the clear liquid dripping down my legs, taking his sweet precious time to unlock our door.

“You do, too.” I look down at the obvious tent in his pants and he pretends that the key doesn’t work.

“Ya know what? I think they gave me the wrong key when we checked in yesterday. I gotta go get another one.” He tells me and I snatch it from him.

“You do that. I can have myself taken care of by the time you get back.” I hiss, putting the key in the hole.

“Oh, really?” He asks me, sharply, and I rub my lips together to hold back a smile.

He walked in to my trap, and now he feels the need to prove to me that I—or anyone else for that matter—can never fuck me quite like he can.

Once I get the door open he’s pushing me inside and slamming it behind him, smiling at me mischievously.

I do the same, taking several steps back, his jacket sliding off and being tossed across the room as he does the same to his shirt.

The backs of my legs hit the mattress and I grab at the top of his pants, turning us and pushing him down to fall back on the bed.

I’m tugging his pants off in a few seconds, capturing his lips with mine.

My lips trail down his chest to his stomach and he’s completely wrapped around my finger by the time my lips are completely wrapped around him.

His fingers curl in my red hair as my tongue zig-zags a tracing to the underside of his prick while my hands hold his shaking legs still.

“Jesus, fuck, Viv.” He sighs out, taking deep breaths at my agonizingly slow pace.

I moan around him, my mouth reaching the base of him while he’s in my throat.

He’s nearly crawling up the bed, a wide, satisfied smile at his face as I keep going, picking up my pace only to slow it down again, welcoming the taste of his precum.

He’s sitting up and yanking me up by my hair before he can cum, pushing me to the bed on my stomach and standing up.

“Don’t fuckin’ move.” He tells me sternly but boyishly, grabbing my hips and pulling me back closer to him.

His fingers rub against my sensitive, swollen flesh, dipping in to me for a second before he grabs a fist full of my hair and enters me swiftly.

I cry out, the feeling of him finally inside of me nearly too much to bear.

My hands ball the sheets between my fingers, my face burying in to them as he mercilessly pounds in to me.

He leans forward, pressing a kiss to my shoulder blade, slowing down for a moment as I look back at him with running mascara, moving my hips to meet his thrusts.

My body is so hot that the silver of the crucifix around my neck isn’t even cold anymore, my body coated with sweat, I’m sure this room is completely engulfed with the smell of sex.

But it’s so good.

“Oh, fuck, Nikki!” I practically scream when his fingers reach down to play with my clit while he picks his pace back up.

I tighten around him, my toes curling and uncurling as I get closer and closer to the edge of my high.

“I thought you said you could do this to yourself?” He mocks me, calling me on my bullshit and I shake my head, my nerves beginning to become uncontrollable as the knot in my stomach tightens further more.

I can make myself cum if I’m desperate, but Nikki...nobody can do to me what he does.

It would be like giving an opioid addict an Ibuprofen.

I’m done for in no time, completely doing some damage on the sheets, me and him. But he’s gross so he doesn’t mind being covered in the sticky mess.

Before he can come in me, I’m getting away from him, turning on my hands and knees and crawling to him quickly, my mouth wide open.

I go for it the second he reaches for my hair, savoring every last drop as it slides down my throat.

We both collapse on the bed, catching our breaths and looking at each other.

“Same time tomorrow?” He asks and I grin, nodding. “I’m gonna go meet the guys. They said they’d wait for me in Tommy and Vince’s room.” He gets up, not even letting his dick dry before getting back into his clothes to head out with the guys.

“We were just out with them.” I point out, sitting up.

“That was at the kinda appropriate club we found to take you so you wouldn’t feel left out. We do our real going out when you’re tucked in, reading your bible, praying for our salvation and then going to sleep.” He reveals and I raise my brows.

“And should I worry about your ‘real going out’?” I ask him.

Yes. I sure as hell should have been.

“We’ve been doing it since Mötley formed, babe. There’s nothing to worry about. I’ll see you in the morning.” He assures me once he’s dressed, grabbing his jacket. “Goodnight.” He smirks, kissing me.

“Goodnight.” I say back when we pull away.

He leaves me alone and I let out an exhausted breath and decide to go shower.

I wash my hair and scrub the sweat from my skin, wrapping myself in a fluffy towel when I’m done.

Once I’m out of the bathroom, I step to my suitcase to grab some pajamas, finding the quiet of the room unsettling.

I glance at the clock and see it’s 11:38 pm, which means the guys won’t get back for another five or six hours.

“Great.” I mumble to myself, wondering if Mick went with them.

A paralyzing venom locks up my body as I glance up at the window that’s not covered by the curtains pulled aside, the lights in the parking lot offering me up enough sight to the man pointing a gun at me.

#nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil #mötley crüe #colson baker #daniel webber #douglas booth #the dirt #the dirt movie

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tornbetween2loves · 6 years

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A Story Worth Telling

Part 8: The Blessing

This series takes place after the ending of TCATF in an AU where Kenna and Val are married and rule as queens of Stormholt. Michael is an OC who is a writer. He has written biographies of many of the leaders of the five kingdoms and now wants to write Kenna and Val’s story. But he must first earn their trust by getting to know them and making them feel comfortable. Thank you to @kinkykingliam for creating this awesome mood board for this series.

Disclaimer: All character’s belong to Pixelberry. Except for my OC, I claim him as my own creation.

Warnings: This section is very ns*w so please don’t read if you are under the age of 18. This was written as a Christmas present for my lovely friend @kennaxval. Although Kenna and Val are in a poly relationship in this series, this fic focuses on the relationship between the two queens. Merry Christmas bestie ❤️🎄

Tagging my permatags: @kennaxval @indiacater @stopforamoment @cora-nova

Val rolled over, half-asleep, and wrapped her arms around her wife. Kenna smiled and groaned slightly, struggling to open up one eye. Judging by the light filtering in through the curtains, it was already mid-morning. She sat up suddenly. “Oh my gods, Val! It’s late. We’ve overslept again,” she said as she rushed out of bed to get ready to start the day. Kenna had always been an early riser, but lately she was just so sleepy. She was about 12 weeks pregnant, and although the worst of the morning sickness had passed, she was still terribly tired. Val propped her head up on her elbow, admiring her naked wife as she scrambled about the room. Her pregnancy wasn’t really showing too much yet, but Val could see the difference. Her breasts and belly were just a tad rounder, and the changes drove Val mad. “You are so beautiful, my wife. We don’t really have to get up yet. Why don’t you come back to bed for a bit?” She patted the mattress next to her as she tossed the blankets off of her naked frame and smiled coyly.

Kenna couldn’t help but smile at her gorgeous wife. Just the sight of her lying there made her ache with desire. Her libido had increased tenfold since the morning sickness passed, and she felt like her senses were heightened. Just a touch could bring her close to the edge. She sat on the edge of the bed to kiss her wife softly. “I would love nothing more than to spend the day in bed with you my love,” she whispered softly. “However, we both have duties to attend too.” Val pouted and groaned. Of course she was right. Val just wanted to take advantage of this time she and Kenna had alone. Michael had travelled to Fydoria about a week ago to settle his affairs there and prepare for his permanent move to Stormholt. He was expected to return next week. It’s not that Val didn’t want him to return, she just treasured any time she could get alone with Kenna. While her heart belonged to them both, she couldn’t help being a bit selfish with her wife’s affections.

She sat up suddenly, her eyes wide, a grin spreading across her face. “I have a great idea. Let’s go camping this weekend. Just you and I.” Kenna smiled softly at Val. “I would love too Val, however, my body is more sensitive to it’s surroundings and has become accustomed to sleeping on this wonderfully soft mattress each night. I’m afraid that I wouldn’t get much rest sleeping on the hard ground.” Val shook her head and looked at Kenna like she had gone mad. “Do you really think I would let you be uncomfortable? You are carrying our child. I will make us a bed in our tent to rival this one. We won’t go far, I thought we could set up camp by the pond so we can cool off when things get too hot.” Kenna’s throat went dry and her eyes darkened as she imagined her sensitive body being submerged in the cool water of the pond. She could almost feel the water flowing over the most sensitive parts of her body as an involuntary shiver ran through her body.

“Yes, most definitely. Let’s go camping this weekend,” she said as her body ached with need.

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The anticipation of their camping trip had been building in Kenna’s mind all week. It was driving her mad. She didn’t know what had gotten into her. She walked a few steps behind Val, the sight of her ass making Kenna’s mind wander to dirty thoughts. They stopped at a clearing under a big oak tree, with a thick branch jutting out over the water, giving a bit of privacy. This was their favorite spot by the lake. The tree shaded them from the sun and the elements while providing some privacy for swimming. “Here’s our spot,” Val announced as she took off her backpack. She smiled as she watched her wife gazing dreamily at the pond. “Hey,” she said softly as she tilted Kenna’s head to look into her eyes. “Why don’t you go for a swim while I set up camp? I’ll join you shortly.” Kenna’s eyes lit up at the thought of stripping off all her clothes and jumping in the water. But she couldn’t just leave Val to do all the work. She removed her backpack and shook her head. “Nonsense. I simply couldn’t relax and let you do all the work. Let me help.” Val grabbed the backpack from her hands. “I insist, my love. I promised to make this camp as comfortable as our bedchamber. Let me keep my promise.” They locked eyes and Kenna could tell this was an argument she would not win. She sighed and kissed Val, softly at first, then deepening the kiss until they parted, breathless. “Don’t keep me waiting long,” she muttered huskily as she turned to head toward the lake. Val watched as she stripped her clothes off and jumped in the water. She ached with need for her wife. She had a way of making everything appear to be sensual, especially lately. Val hurriedly began setting up camp, concentrating on making a soft surface for Kenna to lay on.

A moan escaped Kenna’s lips as she dove into the cool water. The water flowing over her skin as she swam felt like caresses. Her body was just so sensitive. She felt her nipples hardening and could feel the hot moisture emanating from her core into the cool water. She turned to admire Val on the shore as she worked. Her hand slipped between her legs as she watched her wife’s muscular frame pounding stakes into the ground for the tent. A bolt of electricity shot through her body at her touch and she was shocked to find herself close already. She wanted to save herself for Val, but she just wasn’t sure she could hold out much longer. Her body longed for release. She gasped as she slowly inserted a finger inside her core, the contrast of the cool water on the outside of her hot body sending shivers throughout her. She closed her eyes, imagining Val’s lips all over her body as she quickened the pace.

Just when she was about to come undone, she felt Val’s arms wrap around her from behind, one hand tweaking her nipple and the other sliding between her legs to find her clit. Kenna writhed at the touch from her wife. “Starting without me, huh?” Val whispered into her ear as she trailed her tongue from her earlobe down to suck on the nape of her neck. Kenna’s eyes flew open to meet Val’s as the extra stimulation from her wife was all she needed. She called out her name as she lost control of her body, her orgasm tearing through her as she submerged completely in the water. Val pulled her head back above water as she took Kenna in her arms, kissing her roughly. “I need you so bad, my wife,” Kenna gasped into their kiss, breathless. She had never ached like this before. It was maddening. She wrapped her legs around Val’s waist and Val placed her arms under her butt to support her wife’s weight.

Kenna devoured Val with her kisses, out of control with her need. She grinded her hips against Val’s, the sensation bringing her close to the edge one more time. Val moaned and squeezed Kenna’s perfect ass as she kissed her neck. She trailed her tongue down to her breast, taking her nipple in her mouth and sucking, then flicking it with her tongue. Kenna screamed and arched her back, the sensation pushing her over the edge again. The release was short-lived, Kenna barely had time to recover before the need inside her grew again. She took her wife’s hand and slowly led her out of the water. “Come, my love. I want to taste you,” she said as they approached the shore.

Val could do nothing but follow the instructions from her wife. She had never seen Kenna like this before, and it was so hot. She was in a frenzy. They didn’t even make it back to the tent, Kenna had Val on the ground as soon as they reached the shore, lying her down in the grass under the tree, her face between her legs. Val gasped as Kenna had her tongue inside her, drinking her juices like she was dying of thirst for her. “Oh my, Ken—oh gods!” She called out as Kenna inserted her fingers into Val and moved her tongue up to find her clit. She grasped the nub gently between her teeth and sucked, then pressed her tongue against it, shaking her head furiously. Her fingers moved in and out of Val at the same furious pace. Val’s legs shook as her whole body began to writhe beneath Kenna and she screamed as she bucked her hips in Kenna’s face. She rode the waves of the most powerful orgasm she could ever remember having.

Kenna slowed her pace, removing her fingers and replacing them with her tongue. She felt Val’s whole body convulsing as she lapped up her juices, completely consumed by want. She looked up to meet Val’s eyes and Kenna stopped short. There was a different look on her wife’s face. Kenna could see her love and devotion as always, and she had a sated smile on her face. But she could sense something behind the smile, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. But it left an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, causing her to dial back her desire.

Kenna sat up cross-legged, facing Val, exerting control over her senses. It took a lot of effort, pulling herself back. “My love, I apologize if I seem to be overzealous with my affections. I don’t know what’s come over me. It’s like my desires are insatiable.” Val smiled at her wife as she pulled her onto her lap. “No worries, I just needed a moment to catch my breath.” Kenna wrapped her legs around Val, grinding their hips together as their bodies pressed close. “Seeing you like this,” Val said as their eyes locked, “has me so turned on. I want to do whatever it takes to bring you pleasure.” Kenna’s eyes darkened as she moaned, rocking her pelvis into Val’s harder. Val reached her hand down between them, using her fingers to stimulate them both each time they rocked together. They continued this way until they both were covered in sweat, wildly rocking against each other as they were overcome with pleasure. They cried out in unison, tears coursing down both of their cheeks as they collapsed in each other’s arms, their breathing heavy and hearts pounding.

After several minutes Kenna groaned as she tried to unstick herself from Val. She felt overheated still and exhaustion had finally overcome her desire. “I’m going for a quick dip, then I think a nap would be nice. Care to join me?” She stood up, reaching a hand down to help Val off the ground. They walked to the water hand in hand and dived in, feeling the cool water flow over their hot bodies. Kenna swam from one end of the pond to the other, then stopped in front of her wife. She stroked Val’s cheek, wiping beads of water from her face. “I love you so much, my queen. That was the most amazing experience I’ve ever had. I’ve never felt so close to you. I mean, I didn’t realize it was possible for us to be even closer, but I feel like now we are.” Val nodded in agreement as she swept Kenna’s feet from under her, scooping her up in her arms. Val slowly carried Kenna out of the water and to their tent, lying her down gently on the mattress. She yawned sleepily as she settled into the softness, barely able to keep her eyes open. She opened one eye as she reached her hand out to Val.

“Come hold me, my love,” Val nodded as she covered Kenna with a soft down blanket and crawled in next to her. Kenna laid her head on her wife’s chest and was out. Val stroked her beloved’s hair, listening to her soft and steady breathing. She felt Kenna’s midsection pressing against her side. She would be forever grateful for being able to have this experience with her wife. This baby was a blessing to their life, in more ways than one. She drifted off to sleep peacefully.

#long post #choices fandom #tc&tf #kenna x val #my present for my bestie #choices stories you play

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yukipri · 7 years

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YOI Future!Verse ABO AU, Visual Headcanon Web Charts #01

So I always wanted to make one of these. Turns out my headcanons for the most part are WAY too wordy for these things and uh, they’re a bit of a mess >.>;; BUT I hope nonetheless that they’re somewhat fun to read even if barely legible, it was fun to make ^ ^;

1. Super basic relationship chart of the core members of the lovely poly family in this AU.

2. “Adults Think,” the color of each adult indicates their feelings towards the person to whom the arrow is pointing.

3. “Kids Think,” the color of each OC kid indicates their feelings towards the person to whom the arrow is pointing.

There’s obviously a lot more to it than what could be crammed in the lil text boxes, but a gist and pretty much the first things that immediately popped into my mind regarding their interactions. 2 and 3 also mostly show their thoughts while the kids are younger, which will change a bit as they grow up, to be covered in a future post.

*Recommended you right click view image to see full size bc the text is tiny oops

Because the text is so illegible, text only versions of charts 2 and 3 beneath cut, all elaborated quite a bit because I’m so rambly oops:

IF YOU ARE NEW TO THIS AU: It’s Yuuri-centric polyamory in an ABO setting, Yuuri’s married to four mates (Victor, Yurio, Phichit, Minami) and they have OC kids.

BASICS of this AU

INTRO to how ABO works in this AU

OTHER POSTS (comics + illustrations) in the Future!Verse ABO section of my YOI Masterpost.

Please keep ship bashing out of the comments/tags. Don’t like, just skip <3 Thank you.

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, EDIT, OR OTHERWISE USE MY ART WITHOUT MY EXPLICIT PERMISSION. More detailed rules available on my Rules & FAQ Post.

Yuuri thinks:

Victor: Vitya I love you but there are some things I REALLY wish you wouldn’t encourage with the kids, I don’t care if you could do it when you were younger it’s terrifying!!

Yurio: Yura, how does it feel now that the kids all think you’re older than me? NO don’t use this as an excuse to call me baby-faced!!

Phichit: PHICHIT please knock some sense into the others, you’re my only hope!--NO don’t just sit back and laugh! I was counting on you!

Minami: Kenjirou, you’re my student and husband NOT my butler, I can get my own bags thank you very much.

Yasha: Darling you can wear whatever you want but PLEASE wear SOMETHING under that dress the old ladies at the park will never look at me the same again

Shura: You don’t need to try so hard to be a rebel, and you also don’t need to spoil Yasha so much. Just tell him no, he’ll deal.

Arisa: Darling it’s amazing that you can do that and I’m so proud of you but please don’t hack the neighbor’s security system again, it’s very hard to explain to them that my toddler was just stretching her intellectual curiosity.

Yuuji: Yuuji, your smile warms my weary soul and I’m sure you’ll inevitably be a little trouble maker too but let me be in denial a bit longer.

Victor thinks:

Yuuri: It’ll be fun, they can handle it, please don’t look at me like that, I’m (pretty) sure they’ll be okay...

Yurio: You may seem like the more responsible parent but you’ll always be my cute bratty student. Now that my seniority is less obvious though, I’m comfortable making you indulge my own brattiness too. what do you mean you were always forced to indulge my brattiness

Phichit: You may act like the most reasonable parent but I see through you--and I’m proud. We’re startlingly alike if I’m honest. Let’s conquer the world.

Minami: You may be a bratty puppy but I rest easy knowing you’re always be Yuuri’s side. Couldn’t ask for a more loyal or dangerous watch dog. Don’t worry I do think of you as human, really.

Yasha: Trust me, I know how fun it can be to tease your brother but take it easy sometime, yes? I love you having fun but it hurts my soul to see Shura have red eyes so often...though yes I do admit that’s cute too OTL

Shura: Sweet child, come here, did Yasha make you cry again? Daddy will give you all the hugs. Don’t run away just because Yasha’s in my other arm!

Arisa: I feel like your adorable eyes are judging me...and guess what, they’re still adorable!! It’s okay, you can judge me all you want! *HUGS*

Yuuji: I have dropped the dishes so many times because it looked like you wanted a hug...I can’t help it...you’re like, a super mini Yuuri...

Yurio thinks:

Yuuri: OI Katsudon, I made this new food thing, try it, am I better than Phichit yet? YEAH NO I know I won’t ever be a better all rounder than him but...what, it’s really good? W-W-WELL OF COURSE IT IS I KNEW THAT HA HA HA *flees*

Victor: I’m mature enough now to recognize what a brat you can be, not that I didn’t already know but--HEY DON’T LAUGH THAT WASN’T PERMISSION

Phichit: Okay FINE I admit I need your help...stop looking so smug! Yes, ugh, fuck that’s clever, alright I know (fuck it’s worse because he’s genuine and never follows up with “I told you so”)

Minami: YOU HAVE SOME NERVE CALLING ME YOUR RIVAL JUST BECAUSE YOU WON GOLD OVER ME TWICE, it was all thanks to Yuuri! NO I’m not being overly conscious of you as a competitor, ugh FINE I admit your skating really impresses me but FUCK YOU

Yasha: Brat, did you just...make me run around the house five times for no reason at all?? UGH I’m not even mad, I’m too tired and too used to this, it’s my own fault for falling for it every time...

Shura: What do you MEAN “I bet you cried a lot when you were a kid too,” don’t say that to me while CRYING like ugh FINE will it make you feel better if I said I did??? Please stop crying I don’t want you to cry OTL

Arisa: Risa, I don’t want to suspect you, but I have a hunch you might be the one putting the twins up to mischief and I think you’re still too young and I want to think you’re as pure and innocent as you look but...dare I trust my instincts on this...

Yuuji: YUUJI YOU EASE YOUR FATHER’S WEARY SOUL how are you so pure you seem to make my adult exhaustion melt away...

Phichit thinks:

Yuuri: Perks of marrying your BFF: know just the perfect amount to pamper and also to tease. And also know all the deepest darkest secrets you’re too embarrassed to tell your other mates. Shh it’s okay they’ll never hear it from me ;D

Victor: We had some rough moments early on but you’re a good guy, Victor. I recognize our compatibility. Let’s conquer the world together and present it to Yuuri.

Yurio: I’ll look after you, not-so-lil Russian, you leave your troubles to me. I know how vulnerable you can be and I see you as my own now.

Minami: Kenjirou may act like a super groupie but he has it together better than most of us. I trust him to still prioritize Yuuri even in situations where the rest of us are emotionally compromised, which gives me the confidence to go full offense.

Yasha: Oh, you say someone’s picking on Shura at school? Okay, so here’s what you do, and here’s how to pin the blame on someone else because we wouldn’t want Yuuri to be called to school yeah?

Shura: Your brother’s picking on you again? But you don’t want him to stop either? Well then, how should we solve this? Oops is he a future masochist to Yasha’s sadist...

Arisa: I see what you did there, very clever, I’m proud! But if Yuuri found out he’d have a heart attack, so let’s not do that again, okay? Here’s something even more difficult for you to try to figure out...

Yuuji: Yuuji sweetheart I know making Victor drop dishes is funny but Yuuri likes those dishes, one last time ‘kay? You can make him do other things equally amusing but slightly less destructive of our collective family property.

Minami thinks:

Yuuri: Y-Y-Yuuri-san, NO I still can’t take the honorific off, I RESPECT YOU TOO MUCH plus it makes it feel that much more intimate in bed *turns brilliant red to match his hair streak*

Victor: Victor look at what I taught the twins!! Aren’t they absolutely amazing?! They’re going to break all of your records! And I can tell you’re not even upset :’D

Yurio: I never mentioned rivalry, you were the one who used that word first? ;3 But in all honesty, it’s an honor to be considered the rival of Yuuri-san’s rival so I’ll fight my hardest to not let that title go to shame.

Phichit: The fact that you are both fun and terrifying is not news to me, I’m glad you’re my family and not my enemy. I’ve seen what you can do to your enemies. Participated too, actually he he.

Yasha: You and your bro are perfect angels and I’ll show you all the cool skating things! I’m so happy your enthusiasm hasn’t died as you’ve grown older <3

Shura: It’s good to cry! Cry all you want! I’ll cry with you too! It can be a real sobfest! And then Yuuri can bring us tissues and then it can be a snotfest! Whoo!!

Arisa: DARLING CHILD you are the sweetest and you’d never do anything naughty, I have not a clue what the others are talking about. *genuine*

Yuuji: *SOBBING*

Yasha thinks:

Yuuri: MOM IS THE BEST AND MINE, YOU CAN’T HAVE HIM, and that includes all you dads so back off ;P

Victor: Dad is weak to puppy eyes and will give me anything I want. His affection can sometimes be stifling, but I love him nonetheless.

Yurio: Dad always gets flustered really easily and it’s fun to test his boundaries. And push them. And break them. But he never snaps, I think he’s getting stronger...

Phichit: The really smart dad who sees through all the pranks but still plays along, even intentionally lets me finish playing my pranks on him. It’s a bit annoying even if I appreciate it. I gotta up my game.

Minami: Ken-chan’s the BEST and he and mum are gonna kick dads’ (Victor + Yurio) asses in the next competition. I’ll cheer for dads too but Ken-chan’s No. 1!

Shura: He’s fun to make cry because he gets riled up, but the best part is the comforting that I get to do afterwards because no matter how mean I am he still comes running <3

Arisa: I’d beat you up if you hurt my sister, except she’d do it first and better than I ever could so I’ll just be prepared and bring the popcorn and watch from the front row, maybe help with clean up.

Yuuji: He’s not as innocent as he looks but you won’t hear it from me. Let the others live in denial, come to the dark side in your own time lil bro.

Shura thinks:

Yuuri: I want mum’s attention but Yasha hogs it, but mum’s the best so he makes time for me too and not just for selfish jerks like Yasha. Even if I have to share. It’s okay. I love how mum loves everyone all the same.

Victor: Dad spoils me rotten but he’s not a good shield against Yasha because he also spoils Yasha rotten. He spoils everyone. It’s okay tho, dad has a lot of spoiling to go around.

Yurio: Dad sorta gets picked on too and I sympathize...it makes me feel better knowing he was probably just like me when he was younger. The hard part is getting him to admit it, but that’s what other parents are for.

Phichit: Dad holds the answers to life and the universe in his magic smartphone. He has yet to fail to answer a single question but I’ll keep trying.

Minami: Ken-chan always plays with us even when he’s busy and shows us all the cool skating things! I didn’t get why he wasn’t dad too when Yasha and I were younger, but I’m glad that’s fixed now, though I still can’t shake the habit of calling him Ken-chan.

Yasha: He makes me cry and is such a JERK but I can’t stand to be away from him, it makes me so anxious, and he gives good hugs too so I forgive him (am I being too easy on him...)

Arisa: I want to say I protect her but it’s honestly the other way around, the best I can do is make sure she doesn’t hurt herself because she’s really reckless and it’s TERRIFYING, I sympathize with mom...

Yuuji: PLEASE DON’T STEP ON MY LIL BRO, HE IS VERY SMOL, he looks like he would go squish with one step! Risa wasn’t this smol?? What do you mean I’m bigger now so my sense of size is biased...?

Arisa thinks:

Yuuri: I’m going to protect mum. He doesn’t need it, at all, but I can do it so I will.

Victor: Dad acts gullible but I’m not fooled. He’s weak to puppy eyes though, that’s for real. And I have the best puppy eyes, or second to Yuuji. I’m okay being second to Yuuji.

Yurio: Dad’s trying really hard but he’s also really gullible so I can’t help but tease him. It’s okay I won’t be too mean, and I’ll even reign Yasha back some.

Phichit: Dad knows I’m smart and will protect my bros so he gives me the tools and education to do so. I don’t think mum and my other dads know just quite how much but it’s okay. We’re not hiding it on purpose.

Minami: If you hurt Ken-chan, I’ll knock your teeth out. I’d say “with my fists,” but I don’t think I can reach. It’s okay, I’m creative.

Yasha: My partner in crime, he’ll follow my orders even if they’re impossible and will somehow make it work. Because Yasha’s a miracle-worker and I believe in him.

Shura: The only ones who can make him cry are me and Yasha. But we do it a lot. Which means he has no more tears for anyone else. Back off or I’ll make you disappear : )

Yuuji: He is my squishy smol. He’s smaller than me! He never complains when I hug him and squish his cheeks until they turn red, and then I feel a bit bad...

Yuuji thinks:

Yuuri: Mum is the best! He gives me a lot of attention because I’m the youngest, but I kinda want a younger sibling too. Dads always hush me when I try to bring it up and I don’t really get why.

Victor: Dad spoils me rotten and I kinda feel bad because he never says no to me (or any of us), but when I mention it he gets all teary eyed and spoils me worse...^ ^;

Yurio: Dad is too paranoid about my safety. I’ll be big and strong like the others too! Just wait! Look how big dad is, I’ll be that tall one day too. What do you mean, that’s not how genetics works?

Phichit: Dad makes the best food, I wish he were home more often...I know he’s busy with his ice show in Thailand and it’s really really cool but I miss him...

Minami: Dad says he hit his growth spurt late, because he presented late. I BELIEVE! I won’t be smol forever!

Yasha: Yasha-nii has really good instincts and is there when I need him. It’s like he has a special radar and then brings the whole cavalry. So I don’t need to worry about going anywhere by myself--what do you mean, I shouldn’t be wandering off in the first place??

Shura: Shura-nii got picked on again, it’s okay, here’s a cookie I made with Yuri-dad and here’s a hug, I have short arms but love power!

Arisa: She’s my favorite sister! Even if she’s my only one! She gets really proud when I say it and I’m happy she’s happy so I say it a lot.

#YukiPri art #Future!Verse ABO AU #Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics #omegaverse #polyamory #mpreg #OCs #Victuuri #VicYuu #YuriYuu #PhichiYuu #MinaYuu #HCs #long post #longpost #okay so that took longer than expected to write them all out SORRY #LATE AGAIN #I TRIED

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winterywitch · 7 years

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I just want to say that I really admire the depth you put into your OC's and your confidence in talking about them! I'd like to learn more about them, but I'm on mobile and it isn't letting me search the tags, so... are there any W@tchtower Grotto characters you haven't talked much about that you'd want to talk about?

oh!! ;-; gee thank you.......................

uhhhhhhh gee idk why but it feels like i dont have an actual comprehensive post on who/what nana actually is bc most of my friends know him very well already? so here’s that

hes like... early 30s?? in terms of appearance/maturity, hes the godking of the country in midnight

nana is uh... certainly a rebel at his core thats one way to put it, a lot of core things about him for better or for worse challenge the status quo. he thinks this is a good thing 100% of the time, like he’s some kind of radical rebelling against an oppressive norm on every single norm he challenges. (its not)

he is RIDICULOUSLY people-smart, hes likely an empath and could easily be called a genius when it comes to reading people and understanding how people tend to work.

if he were a dnd character he’d be a sorceror, he casts from charisma not intelligence [though he is certainly NOT lacking in that department]

hes definitely considered the leader of his little commune of kings [involving desiderius, hachi and kyuun], those three tend to defer to him and seek him out for advice [well. they mostly Used to now its just hachi that does that last part]

he sees himself as a teacher and guide to people, which isnt inaccurate necessarily!

hes very good to his people, his country as a whole is doing pretty well financially, there’s a vibe there of everyone taking care of one another! not to mention the fact that its lovely visually

he’s right about most things and he’s comfortably aware of the fact that he’s right about most things. but hes open to being corrected! he cant possibly be right about everything ALL the time!! he just has to consider you an authority on what youre talking about, which is something he very rarely considers other people to be, or he might just ignore your correction. but sometimes he wont, which makes you feel kinda silly for pointing out his tendency for hypocrisy! how confusing. it’s hard to keep up with this one.

he, like all of his colleagues minus desiderius, thinks he is the only Good King while all the others are complete messes who dont know what theyre doing or are just flat out bad people. but like, yknow, its a fucked up dysfunctional family! that’s totally normal, right??1/11

something about him just makes you think “theres a guy who knows his shit,” its probably his sturdy [outward] confidence, his [appearance of] wisdom, his [very real] intelligence and his long list of supporters that make you think that about him

his hair is weird as shit! there are ‘stars’ in it that glow, not BLINDINGLY bright but i mean yknow, they do glow, and where theyre embedded in his hair theres increased physical sensitivity. pulling on this guy’s hair fucking HURTS, even petting it can be uncomfortable if youre not really really careful. not to mention a fucking haircut, good lord (haha)

his parents were kind of like... very emotionally shallow, they were the sorts of people to be like Oh I’m Fine ^_^ at everything, and in subtle and hard-to-detect ways, they would punish nana for showing emotion of any kind (for example, laughing at him when he would cry at sad things as a child). because of this, he is now very open about his emotions and embraces them as something he should listen to and follow rather than only relying on cold logic as his parents tried to have him do. (its a lot more sinister in practice than it sounds, because yeah most of the time it is innocent like this but at the same time, he takes his own feelings VERY seriously and if you hurt them, even if it’s just by having boundaries, he will identify you as someone mistreating him or even abusing him depending on how close you are]

[heres where we get into The Shit, big tw for abuse, csa/pedophilia and “marital” sexual abuse/assault]

his closest friend and advisor arya kurosawa has been his best friend since they were both teenagers. they met when arya was 14 and nana was 17 [in terms of appearance/maturity are what those ages refer to, they were both immortal] and they got along very well.

of course by very well i mean on top of getting along very well, nana has ALWAYS had an inherent, base-level disrespect for arya’s boundaries. it’s been there since they were teens, and it mostly manifested in nana pressuring arya to do [mostly innocent - but the pressure and coercion made them not so innocent] things he was scared to do.

they were inseparable pretty much ever since they met and VERY, very in love with each other

they definitely were a romantic item by the time nana inherited the throne from his mother, and the age gap was definitely concerning but it only grew more concerning as nana’s mental/appearance age rose because he was growing up emotionally and psychologically and arya’s... stagnated.

when nana was in his early 30s so to speak, arya was stuck at 14-15 or so. and like... they didnt really see anything weird about that, they figured “well we both met when we were kids so its not like nana is a pedophile or anything, why question something so good?”

to someone who didnt know better wrt age gaps in romantic relationships and pedophilia, the relationship between those two would have looked completely normal and healthy. there was certainly an appearance of mutual respect, support, love and commitment

nana could only treat a 14-15 year old so much like his equal. to be totally honest, even since they were teenagers, nana treated arya like his inferior, like a student that needed to be taught, and that dynamic only grew/got worse as nana aged mentally.

but at the same time arya also taught nana so many things! see? nana wasn’t some condescending prick! obviously everything is fine. there were a lot of ways sometimes in which ARYA was the adult and nana was the child ^_^ so it’s equal, right?

arya certainly didnt know any better, nana was the love of his life and that was all there was to it. he knew [because of nana] that any discrimination they might face due to their ages in this relationship was simply unfounded, cruel bigotry from a species of essentially cavemen who were afraid of fire. he knew he was progressive for his time, in a couple decades probably everyone else would come to their senses too!

long story short, one day arya very quickly, almost violently realized EXACTLY everything that was wrong. nana’s condescending behavior had come to a head and someone arya considered a playful rival had forced him, very painfully, to face the truth of what this relationship was: abuse from a man who should know better, taking advantage of a boy who didnt.

arya couldnt exactly love nana after realizing this. and it really fucking sucked. he really wanted to go back to the way things used to be, he wanted to “undiscover” what he’d discovered, but there was no way back and he felt so broken and dirty and ungrateful and bratty and selfish for suddenly feeling this way.

nana on the other hand noticed arya very suddenly averse to being touched or held or even looked at. for a while, he was very understanding about this - what that playful rival did was essentially cast a spell and at first he thought arya was just sick or physically not well or something, and that he’d get better soon.

he didn’t.

nana didn’t know what to do. suddenly arya was neglecting him, acting like he was terrified of nana. he’d never been like this before, what happened? it’s incredibly painful and confusing, losing the love of your life like that; one day you’re everything to them, and the next they’re flinching every time you raise your hand around them. nana had never hit him or abused him verbally... in fact, it was nana who HELPED ARYA gain the strength and courage he needed to become independent from his emotionally abusive parents. so why was nana suddenly the bad guy? he had no idea what happened, why, how to fix it, or anything like that.

eventually he snapped, unable to take being deprived of love and attention like this, so he just took whatever he wanted, physically, not caring what arya thought of it.

he knew it was wrong. he knew he’d definitely crossed the line into objectively unforgivable actions. but he was almost too afraid to stop and relinquish this power over arya, because then he had to A.) lose arya, and B.) be held accountable for his actions. both two very terrifying things he saw no personal gain in.

that went on for a long time, until nana sort of... slowly realized he was feeling weaker and weaker, more prone to physical weariness dizziness, severe headaches and nausea, and he didn’t put 2 and 2 together until it was too late.

arya had figured out how to start poisoning him and getting away with it.

by that point, nana realized not just what was happening and why, but also that he unquestionably, factually deserved this pain and much, much more. that realization was too much for him, it sort of broke him psychologically for a very long time, leaving him completely helpless to whatever revenge arya decided to take on him

[it was all physical and psychological torture, but arya was certain NEVER to stoop to his level and sexually abuse nana. he couldnt even think of sleeping with nana “consensually” anyway, it made him horribly sick to even consider]

eventually after a long-ass time of this, arya just got sick of looking at nana and couldn’t even be around him anymore without feeling absolutely god-awful, so he just abandoned nana, leaving him to fester in his broken body and mind

and y’know, stuff happens after that, but thats all there really is to the most prominent phase of nana’s development in THIS story. i also play him in his phase of development after that last bullet point [roughly 200 years later], where he’s fucked up in all kinds of ways and totally deserving it, but also trying to... not really redeem himself or anything like that, he knows that’s not really a thing, but rather to make himself useful to good people who want to do the right thing, in a dnd campaign

nana goes through a SHIT TON of changes, to the point that each phase of his development has his own individual profile on toyhou.se, he’s become a Big Trauma Coping Character for me and somewhat an experiment in redemption arcs, seeing what exactly should happen and how to make “redemption” arcs seem not cheap or forced

here’s the one i talked about in this post though

http://toyhou.se/335049.nana-of-the-stars

#kara's charas #w@tchtower grotto #mind the warnings!#misstooni

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