#i may make it a standalone or like a prequel

[azusaluvclub]

thank you to @bluebird990 for tagging me in this! took me a few days to get around to doing it, mb...

rules: Make a new post and post the latest line of your WIP. Then tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like)

line: MDMA, speed, tabs — Seongje thrived on adrenaline, be it exchanging punches with whoever particularly pissed him off that day or indulging in a different sort of high. Trying to put his Union days behind him, the latter seemed more fulfilling.

tagging (but tbh im not sure if these ppl are active anymore-): @xbunnybunz @rare-and-beautiful-things @sharlulu

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

The First Time I Saw You

Summary: You and your girlfriend have some fun with Eddie in his van after one of Corroded Coffins shows. (This is the prequel to my fic See You Again, it can be read as a standalone and it doesn’t really matter what order you read them in if you do want to read both.)Wk:6.5k

Warnings: M/F/F threesome, oral (m&f receiving), fingering, hand job, like one use of “sir”, a little spanking, reader is in an established queer relationship with my OC, Dom/sub dynamics, switch!eddie, sub!reader, Dom!OC, choking, spit kink, hair pulling, van sex.18+MNDI!!

A/N: Omg okay, I finally finished this. I’ve had it half done for like 5 months and today I got this random spark to get it done!! Thank you to my beloved @babygorewhore @bimbobaggins69 & @reidsbtch for beta reading this baby for me. Divider is @firefly-graphics. Moodboard.

“I’m just going to go ask him if he wants to.” Chloe has a determined look in her eyes as she looks at the metal head across the bar having an after show drink with his friends.

“Chloe! You can’t just walk up to him and ask him if he wants to fool around with us. What if he thinks we’re creepy?”

“Baby…” She grabs your face in her hands, her blue eyes are filled with soft reassurance but also authority. “He is not going to think that. If two hot babes walked up to you and just straight up asked you if you were down to fuck what would you do?”

Your eyebrows shoot up and your eyes widen as you imagine yourself in that scenario.

“Damn… I guess you’re right, I’d go crazy if that happened to me…” You bit your lip, your eyes glazing over as you imagined yourself and Chloe with another woman. Or even two.

“I’m always right.” Her voice snapped you out of your slight trance. “I’m going to talk to him, do you want to stay here or do you want to come with me?”

She gave you the option, knowing how nervous you can be sometimes, letting you know without saying it that she understands if you want to wait here for her.

“I feel like it would look kinda weird if I just sat over here… I’ll go with you.” You shrugged, letting her pull you up by your hand and guide you across the bar to the table where he and his friends sat.

When you approached they all stopped talking at once, surprise evident on their faces.

“Hello boys. Eddie, may we have a word?” She barely even spared his bandmates a glance as she stared directly at him.

“Uh- Yeah, totally.” His voice shook a little as he spoke, like he was nervous.

“Cool.” She smiled at him before turning on her heel and walking towards the back door of the bar where they had a small smoking area. Her hand is still in yours, pulling you behind her.

Eddie stares after you in shock for a moment, shaking his head to make sure he isn’t dreaming. He takes a deep breath before getting up from the table to follow you outside.

Chloe leans against the wall, pulling her packs of cigarettes out of her purse and lighting one. Seconds later Eddie comes walking out the door, looking a little flustered.

“Want one?” Chloe shook her pack at him with a smirk.

“Yeah, thanks.” He went to grab one but she pulled it back before he could. Taking one from the pack herself and holding it up to his lips expectantly. He obliges, taking the stick between his lips, shivering at the feeling of her soft fingers against his skin.

She pulls the lighter from her back pocket, holding it up to his cigarette to light it. When he inhales his cheeks hallow a bit and you could just barely make out a dust of pink across them. You wanted to lick his face, if you were being honest with yourself. You couldn’t stop thinking about how good he might taste, probably salty from sweating on stage, the thought made your thighs clench.

Chloe throws her arm around your shoulder, drawing you close to her side with Eddie less than a foot in front of you.

“How did you know my name?” He asked curiously, not necessarily addressing either one of you but looking between you both.

“You only yell it every time you play a show.” Chloe chuckled, playfully rolling her eyes.

“Damn. I guess you’re right. I don’t know your names though…”

“I’m Chloe… and this is my Angel of a girlfriend.” She says your name so sweetly, like you’re her grandest prize.

“I’ve uh- seen you guys around at a few shows, I’ve been meaning to introduce myself and thank you guys for always coming out. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course Eddie, I really do like your guys’ music, I remember the first show I came to a few months back I was blown away by your covers but when you played that first original song? The one with all the D&D references? I was shocked that you weren’t already famous. It was almost like it was a whole campaign worth of story packed into a few minutes.”

You spoke for the first time and Eddie almost pinched himself. You, the girl he’s been trying to find the courage to talk to for weeks are not only talking to him but you’re talking about music. His music and how you understood it. He didn’t even feel bad in that moment for trying to think of any possible way he could steal you from your girlfriend. He was pretty sure he was in love with you now.

“Wow. You really noticed that? I don’t think anyone outside of my friend group has really picked up on that, and if they have, they didn’t say anything. That’s awesome, thank you…” He was fully blushing now and he tried to hide it with a drag off his cigarette.

“She’s very observant, aren’t you baby? Especially if there’s a hot boy involved.”

Eddie stood there trying to formulate a response with eyes the size of saucers.

He looks between you and Chloe, her with a Cheshire Cat grin and you with a giggly nervous one. He was trying to wrap his mind around why you were talking to him, where you fucking with him?

“Don’t look so surprised honey, you’re hot, beautiful even.” Chloe’s voice is saccharine and dripping with lust. The compliment isn’t even directed at you and she still manages to make you feel flustered.

“Me?” He points both pointer fingers towards himself, as if there’s anyone else out there besides the three of you.

“Yeah, you. Who else?” You look at him, biting your lip to hold in a laugh.

“Oh! Well thank you… You’re uh - you’re really beautiful too, both of you.” He takes the final drag of his cigarette with shaky hands, stomping it out with his boot.

“You’re really cute when you’re nervous, did you know that?” Your girlfriend’s icy blue eyes drink Eddie in hungrily, her tongue running along her plush bottom lip.

“I have a question, well, we have a question for you.” Chloe’s boldness has always been a turn on for you, the way she sees something she wants and always gets it, drives you crazy. If it were up to you, you’d both be staring at Eddie from across the bar still. She really does complete you, in every way.

“Yeah you can uh, you can ask me anything.” His voice sounded breathless already and all you’ve done is give him a few base level compliments. You couldn’t believe you built him up to be this untouchable sex god and here he is adorably fumbling over his words.

“You wanna fool around with us? In your van maybe?” She said it like it was the most casual question in the world.

“Wha-? Do I wanna - What? Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack, sweetie.”

She smirked at him as she approached him, closing the distance between them.

Eddie’s eyes went wide and his breathing picked up. His heart was beating so fast he was scared you could hear it from a few feet away. Chloe brings her hand up to cup his cheek, running her thumb along his bottom lip, spreading the spit around that had collected there from him nervously licking it.

She was pleasantly surprised when he took the digit into his mouth, wrapping his lips around it and swirling his tongue.

“Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun.”

•

That’s how you found yourself giggling with your girlfriend and Eddie Munson as you climbed into the back of his 1971 Chevrolet Beauville. It was surprisingly clean, which you assumed was partly due to the fact that all the gear he must normally store back here was all still inside. There were a few pillows and blankets stacked in one corner and he hastily spread them out for you.

As soon as he sat down next to you Chloe was crawling into his lap, straddling him.

“You gonna be a good boy for me? I’ll only let you play with my girl if you’re good.” She snakes both of her hands into his hair and tugs, causing him to let out a groan that went straight between your legs.

“Yeah I’ll uh - I’ll be good, promise.” He nodded the best he could with your girlfriend's hands still tangled in his hair and you felt the wetness in your panties grow as you watched him submit to her so easily.

“Good. Kiss her.” Chloe uses her grip on his hair to turn his head toward you before releasing it.

You turn your head to meet his and eagerly smash your lips together. His lips are soft and he tastes like the cigarette he just smoked and the beer he was drinking earlier but there was something else there that was just him and you wanted more. You turn your body towards him so you can throw your leg over Chloe’s and press your pussy against his thigh. Your hand comes up between them to rest on his chest and you subconsciously start to grind against him. His tongue swipes along your bottom lip and you immediately grant him access, the taste of him enhancing tenfold.

“Baby.” Your girlfriend’s voice causes you to break the kiss and look at her immediately, always eager to please her, always her girl good. “Why don’t you take your panties off and sit on Eddie’s lap?”

Eddie’s eyes roll back and he nearly chokes at the thought of you in his lap. You nod eagerly and Chloe slides off of him so you can switch places with her. You crawl into his lap, your wet pussy pressing directly against his hard cock causing you to let out a breathy moan.

“Hi Eddie.” You look at him almost innocently but your hips grind down on him sinfully and he wants to fucking eat you alive. But he also wants to be respectful of the dynamic you have with your girl. He wanted to be good for her, wanted to hear her say those two words again… good boy. He never thought he would be into something like that but the way Chloe looks at him and talks to him makes him want to do whatever she says.

“Hey princess, you’re so pretty.” He brings his hands up to cup your face, running his thumbs along your cheeks as he looks at you almost lovingly and it makes your head spin.

Before you have time to process his gentleness you feel Chloe’s hand wrap around your throat from behind, pulling your head back towards her.

“Now, I didn’t give you permission to kiss him, did I baby?” Her voice is almost a growl and makes you subconsciously grind down on Eddie again, causing him to throw his head back and moan.

“No - no - you didn’t. I’m sorry.” You whimpered, feeling your head starting to go fuzzy for her already.

“That’s okay, I’ll let it slide just this once, because I know you're excited. Now be a good girl for me and bend over.” She releases your neck, pushing you by your back so your chest is flush against Eddie and your ass is in the air. She lands a harsh smack on your left cheek causing you to jerk forward and yelp.

Her fingers easily sliding through your slick lips and over your already sensitive clit.

“Mmm baby girl, you’re so wet for us already, you’re practically dripping and we’ve barely even started. This slutty little pussy is just so desperate huh?” Without warning she shoves two fingers knuckle deep inside you, they slip in and she hooks her fingers, finding that spot inside you that makes you go crazy with ease.

You push back against her fingers, your bare clit rubbing against the rough material of Eddie’s jeans causing you to let out a moan that makes him feel like he’s going to bust before he even has his cock out.

“Can I kiss Eddie now, please please? I promise I’ll be sooo mmmm - so good. FUCK!” Chloe’s fingers pick up speed, your hips meeting every thrust and your clit dragging deliciously against the metal head underneath you. You feel yourself getting close already, your hips subconsciously grind back, fucking yourself harder against her fingers. You're about to tip over the edge when she pulls her fingers from you, causing you to whine at the loss.

“Don’t be greedy, baby. I’m gonna let you cum. Eventually.” Her hand comes down on your ass again and you full on moan this time, desperate for anything. “Why don’t you scoot down and suck Eddie off while I eat this pretty pussy? Bet you’d like that huh?”

“Uh huh - yes please…” you lift your head from Eddie’s chest so you can look into his big brown eyes. He’s giving you this look like he wants to eat you alive but there’s a hint of nervousness underlying there and you want to wash it away. “Would you like that Eddie? Want me to suck you off?”

“You have no fucking idea how badly I want that, sweetheart…” He bites his lip, his eyes roaming your face, tits, neck. He wants to mark you all over. He wants to bend you over and rail you into the floor of his van but he also wants to be respectful of the dynamic you have with your girlfriend. He’s never done this with two girls before and he really doesn’t want to fuck it up.

You pull your shirt over your head, tossing it somewhere in the van behind you. Eddie’s eyes look like they’re literally going to pop out of his head when he sees that you aren’t wearing a bra, your bare tits now on display. He just wants to latch onto a nipple and never stop sucking.

“Take this stuff off, I wanna see you…” You tug on his jacket and battle vest, then pull on the front of his band tee. A pout set on your lips. You don’t have time to enjoy the show though because you’re being pulled by your ankles down Eddie’s body. Your bare nipples rub against the rough denim of his jeans and you moan at the feeling.Chloe tugs on you until your face level with the metal heads crotch, and then she grabs you by the hips, hiking your ass in the air. You barely have time to process her movements before she licks from your clit and up your slit, slipping her tongue between your wet folds.

“Oh fuuuuck.” You moan as you look up Eddie, his top half is now bare. He has tattoos on his chest, black ink against alabaster skin, his hair is already a slight mess, and he’s panting as he watches your girlfriend devour you from behind. Your fingers reach for his belt buckle, undoing it with ease, then you make quick work of his button and zipper. You tug on his waistband and he helps you pull his pants over his ass by lifting his hips. When his cock springs free it hits his bare stomach and you can’t hold in your gasp at the sight of him.

He’s huge. Thick and long. There’s a bead of precum dripping from his tip and he’s so hard it almost looks painful. You hold eye contact with him while you spit on your hand before taking his shaft in your now slick palm. You stroke him gently a few times before taking his head in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. The moan that leaves him is one of the hottest things you’ve ever heard and you want to hear him do it again and again so you take more of him in your mouth, still using your hand to stroke what isn’t being devoured by your lips and tongue.

Chloe takes your clit in her mouth and sucks hard, her tongue flicking against the bud. You feel two of her fingers circle your entrance before she’s inserting them back inside you, pulling a loud moan from you. Eddie throws his head back at the feeling of your mouth vibrating around him. You take the rest of him in your mouth, your nose nestled against the patch of coarse hair at the base of his cock.

“Oh fuck - fuck - sweetheart, oh god.” He throws his head back against the back of the driver's seat, exposing the long expanse of his neck. You want to cover him in bruises so he won’t be able to forget about you for weeks.

He glances down at you. Drool is dripping from the sides of your mouth and onto his balls and you’re looking up at him through your lashes. You aren’t moving your head but you’re swirling your tongue around his shaft and he swears If you don’t let him breathe in a second he’s going to bust down your throat. You pull off of him with a pop, much to his relief.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna - fucking cum.” Eddie watches as your eyes roll in the back of your head before your face falls forward onto his bare stomach. Your hands grab onto his sides, your nails digging into his skin deliciously. He looks up at Chloe and she’s already staring at him with a glint in her eyes. Her face is still buried in between your legs and she’s sucking on your clit like her life depends on it. She curls her fingers just right and that’s all it takes. She feels your walls tighten around her digits and a loud moan leaves your lips. You shove your hips against her face as hard as you can, chasing every last second of your high. He’s pretty sure he could cum just fucking watching this.

“Good fucking girl, that’s my good girl.” She sits up, rubbing her hand over the globes of your ass, soothing you as you come back down to earth. She leans over you and brings the fingers that were inside you to Eddie’s lips. “Open up, pretty boy.”

You raise your head just in time to watch him take her fingers into her mouth, his plush pink lips wrapping around her slender slick covered digits. He moans at the taste of you and it causes you to whimper. God they’re both so hot.

You feel her weight lift off of you and raise your head from Eddie’s stomach, looking over your shoulder at her. You watch her crawl forward and snake her fingers into Eddie’s curly mane, pulling his lips to hers in a bruising kiss. You watch the way his thick ringed fingers wrap around her plush hips through her ripped jean shorts and it makes you clench your thighs. She’s wearing too many clothes for your liking. Chloe is always first and foremost a giver, to the point that she often forgets about herself. But you never forget.

You push yourself up on your knees so you can come up behind her and rest your hands on top of Eddie’s. You push her cherry red hair to the side and place sloppy wet kisses along the column of her throat. You hear gaspy little muffled moans leaving her lips as Eddie continues to devour her mouth with his own. You snake your hands around her waist, reaching for her studded belt, you unbuckle it as your kisses start to travel down her tank top strap covered shoulder. You undo her shorts the rest of the way so you can shove your hand down the front of them, your fingers easily finding her slick lips. You gather her wetness before bringing the tips of your digits to her clit, circling it.

“Oh my god, baby girl, yes.” She throws her head back against your shoulder as you insert two fingers inside her, your palm grinding down on her clit as you thrust them inside her.

Eddie pushes her cut up band tee over her chest, revealing her also braless tits. God, you guys were going to fucking kill him. They were so nice it took him a second to do more than stare. You couldn’t blame him, your girlfriend's tits were one of your favorite parts of her. Chloe has big tits, there’s no other way to say it. They’re supple and she has great nipples and you could suck on them for hours. After a second he breaks from his trance, roughly taking them in his large hands. He pinches her already hard nipples between his fingers and it causes her to whine. One of your favorite sounds.

“Spit.” She holds her hand in front of your mouth and you oblige, letting a string of spit fall into her palm. She brings it to Eddie’s cock, immediately jerking him off hard and fast. A loud groan rips through him as he leans forward and takes one of her nipples in his mouth.

You shove her shorts down her hips and she helps you kick them off her boot covered feet. Your hand finds her center again, plunging two fingers deep inside her while your palm continues its assault on her clit. She’s still jerking Eddie off and he’s mouthing all over her tits, leaving them covered in his spit. It’s one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen. You curl your fingers against her g-spot and bring your lips to suck on that spot on her neck you know drives her crazy.

“Fuck- oh my fucking goddd! Yeah, you guys are so good for me, you’re gonna make me fucking cum.” Chloe pants and her hips start to move in tandem with your hand, the hand she’s jerking Eddie off with is merely holding onto his shaft now and you can feel her walls clench around you.

“Please cum for me, I’ll be so so good for you, I just want you to cum. You’re so pretty when you cum.” You’re pathetically begging for her to fall apart for you but you don’t even care, you just want to make her feel good.

“Ohmyfuckinggod - I’m cumming!!” Her hips pick up speed and her arm shoots out behind her to grab onto your hair, pulling it while her walls spasm around your fingers. You fuck them into her until she grabs your wrist and uses it to pull your fingers from her core. Eddie reaches over to grab your hand, greedily sucking her juices from you. “I think I wanna ride you now, pretty boy. What do you say?”

“Oh god, fucking yes please.” His voice is needy and desperate and you want to bottle it up and listen to it on repeat on a rainy day.

You watch as Chloe throws her leg over his thighs so she can straddle his lap, her bare cunt making contact with his shaft. They both moan in unison at the feeling, her hips move back and forth to glide her slick lips along his cock. You watch as she raises up to her knees, she takes him in her hand and lines him up with her entrance. Chloe isn’t one to be slow, with anything really, so she immediately slams all the way down on his cock. Grinding her hips flush against him.

“Holy fucking shit, oh my god - fuck - you feel so good.” He grabs handfuls of her thick ass as she grinds down on him, her tits swaying deliciously in his face. Then she starts bouncing, hard and fast. You watch the way her pussy sucks him in over and over again, and whimper at the sight. You can see a milky ring of your girlfriend’s arousal around the base of Eddie’s cock and you find yourself wanting to lick it. But his jeans are in the way, so you make quick work of his boots, pulling them off along with his jeans.

“Shit - thank you sweetheart - ohmyfuck!” Eddie lets out a loud moan when you lean forward and lick across his balls. You take one into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before repeating the action on the other side. You swirl your tongue along his sack before licking up to where him and Chloe are connected. Both their moans increase when they feel your tongue wrap around the back of Eddie’s shaft, licking at your girlfriend’s milky cum.

“Oh baby girl, fuck that feels so good.” Chloe moans when you slip your tongue inside her along Eddie’s cock, fucking it into her a few times. “Come up here though, wanna see your pretty face when I cum.”

You crawl over to her, sitting on your knees beside her. She takes your face in her hands, kissing you roughly, moaning at the taste of herself on your tongue.

“Give Eddie a kiss too baby.” She grabs the hair at the nape of your neck, using her grip to turn your face toward Eddie. He grabs your face in his hands, slamming his lips against yours. He immediately swipes his tongue against your bottom lip and you intertwine it with yours. Chloe is still riding him like her life depends on it, causing him to moan into your mouth. “You should choke her Eddie, you can be rough with her if you want, that’s okay with me.”

If that wasn’t music to his fucking ears. He’s wanted to just grab you and fucking take you this entire time, your submissive demeanor was driving him insane. He wasn’t sure how to bring it up, but now that he didn’t have to? Fuck. He was going to wreck you.

“You want that baby? Want me to be rough with you?” He grabs your jaw in his hand, pinching your cheeks together. The look in his eyes was different now, more feral.

“God, yes.” He takes the chance immediately, the hand on your jaw coming down to squeeze your throat just right. “I want you to use me Eddie.”

“That’s so fucking hot.” Chloe moans, picking up the pace of her thrusts on Eddie’s cock.

“I still haven’t gotten my hands on this pussy, take your skirt off for me, princess.” He groans when he feels Chloe’s pussy clench around him, releasing your throat so you can throw off your skirt and shoes. When you return to his side his fingers glide down your body, between your tits, over your mound. He slides them between your legs, gathering your wetness.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for us. I wanna make you cum.” He cups your pussy, thrusting his palm against your clit. The tips of his fingers dip into your dripping hole every few thrusts but never go fully inside you. You're so wet his hand is practically gliding against you and it’s making noises you’d be embarrassed of if you weren’t so turned on. “You want my fingers baby?”

“Uh huh - yeah please, sir.” Your eyes are wide and glassy, the name slipping out of you almost subconsciously. Eddie nearly cums at the sound. Chloe is still riding him like it’s her job, one of her hands in his hair, tugging it deliciously. Her other hand reaches out to replace Eddie’s around your throat and your eyes roll back.

“I think you can cum like this though, don’t you? I think I want the next thing inside you to be my cock.” His palm speeds up against your pussy, determined to pull an orgasm from you and Chloe both. He hopes he isn’t talking out of his ass though, because he’s honestly trying so hard not to bust his load right now.

“I think he’s right baby, I think you’re such a desperate little slut you can get off just from grinding on Eddie’s palm.” Chloe uses her grip on your throat to pull your face close to hers, her signature Cheshire grin painted across her lips.

Eddie plants his feet on the floor of the van, using his free hand to grip onto Chloe’s ass as he starts to meet her erratic thrusts. You can tell she’s getting close when her mouth falls open and her eyes roll back. Her grip on her throat tightens and she’s letting out those whiny moans that she only lets slip when she’s about to cum. You bring your hand between their bodies so you can rub circles on her clit. It only takes a few seconds before she’s tipping over the edge. Her walls clench around Eddie’s cock, her hand on your throat still cutting off your air supply in the most perfectly delicious way. Eddie’s using every ounce of strength he has not to cum right now, his hand still thrusting in tandem with your hips. He leans forward and bites into your shoulder and the feeling sends you over the edge. Your whole body tenses, your legs clamping shut on his hand and you reach out to grab onto his forearm so you don’t fall over.

“Oh fuck - I’m gonna-“ Eddie can’t hold it anymore, everything feels so good, you’re both so fucking hot he’s felt like he was going to bust since you first walked up to him in the bar. But then suddenly Chloe is pulling off of him. His cock slips from her warm walls and his release is taken with it.

“Not yet, pretty boy. Don’t you wanna fuck my girls pretty little pussy too? She’s so desperate for it. Look at her.” Chloe grabs your jaw roughly and you whimper, you still have Eddie’s hand clamped between your legs and there’s drool dripping from the side of your mouth. Your chest rises and falls rapidly and your lips are kiss swollen, your mascara running lightly. Eddie wanted to fucking ruin you.

“Fuck, you know I do. You want that, angel face? Want me to fuck you?” He teases your entrance with his fingers again, dipping his fingertips just barely inside before pulling his hand away entirely.

“Please.” You whimper.

“Be a good girl for us and get on your hands and knees.” Chloe squishes your cheeks together, shaking your head from side to side before releasing you from her grip. Eddie grabs one of the pillows and drops in in front of you, the sweet gesture despite the fact that you know he’s about to fucking rail the shit out of you warms your insides in a different way. You place your knees on the pillow, resting your hands on the blanket underneath you. You arch your back so your ass is in the air and you hear two seperate groans behind you.

“I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.” Eddie growls, coming up behind you on his knees and roughly grabbing your hips in his big hands.

“Baby, come lay in front of me, I wanna taste you.” You whine, patting the space in front of you on the ground. Chloe chuckles at your neediness, coming around to lay on her back in front of you. She spreads her legs and it’s your turn to groan. She’s so wet, the moonlight shining through the dusty van windows makes it glisten. Eddie runs his cock through your folds as you lean down to place wet kisses on her inner thighs. You lay your lower half down flat so you can hook your arms around her legs. You look into her blue eyes as you spit on her pussy, sticking your tongue out to lick a stripe up her slit before swirling it around her clit.

“Fuck yes baby.” She groans, her fingers lace through your hair and tug your face closer to her so she can grind against your outstretched tongue.

Eddie pushes the head of his cock inside of you and pulls it out a few times, teasing you. You push your hips back against him and are met with a harsh smack on your ass. The metal of his rings stings in the best way and you moan into Chloe’s pussy, the vibrations sending her eyes to the back of her head.

“I was trying to take my time a little, but since you wanna be greedy about it…” He shoves his cock all the way inside you in one rough thrust. He grabs onto your ass, grinding his hips against your own while he is nestled deep inside you. The stretch felt so good, you’re so wet and needy it almost felt like your pussy was sucking him in. He pulls out slowly before slamming back into you roughly, and then he does it again, and again, and again. Each thrust nearly knocks the wind out of you, you whimper and moan against your girlfriend’s wet cunt, driving her insane.

“Oh fuuuuuck, your pussy is sucking me in baby girl. You feel so fucking good.” He picks up speed then, his hips smack against yours and your pussy is so wet you can hear his cock slipping in and out of you. It feels so fucking good you can hardly focus on eating Chloe out anymore. Your tongue is hanging from your mouth while she uses your hair as leverage to thrust against it.

“Yeah baby, keep your tongue out for me. Let us use you.” She pulls your hair harder, her hips eagerly rutting against your mouth.

One of Eddie’s hands snakes between your legs to find your clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. He’s fucking you so fast and deep, hitting your g-spot over and over again.

“I’m gonna fucking - shit - I’m gonna fucking cum ohmygod.” Chloe’s thrusts against your face become erratic and you know what she needs, even in your fucked our state. You wrap your lips around her clit and suck as she continues to grind against you, it only takes a few seconds for her back to be arching off the ground, her legs clamping shut around your head. She whines as she humps against your face, riding out her high. She pushes your head off of her when it becomes too much. “Okay, fuck sensitive.”

You release her clit from your lips, pushing up on your hands again while Eddie continues to fuck you like a man possessed. He gathers your hair in his hand, turning it into a makeshift ponytail and using it to pull your back flush against his chest.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck, oh god, Eddie! You’re so deep, feels so - so good.” Eddie can tell you’re getting close by the way you’re babbling and your pussy is clenching around him. “Choke me Eddie.”

He releases the grip on your hair to grab onto your throat instead, applying the perfect amount of pressure that has your vision just the right amount of hazy. He’s still fucking you so hard that you wouldn’t be surprised if the slapping of your hips was echoing through the entire parking lot.

“You guys look so fucking sexy, damn.” Chloe is propped up on her elbows now, watching as Eddie pushes you closer to the edge on his cock. She comes over to you, taking your face in her hands and kissing you passionately. She kisses down your jaw, stopping to run her tongue along Eddie’s fingers that are around your throat, she kisses all over your tits, licking and sucking your nipples. She continues her descent down your body, before leaning down to take your clit into her mouth. She swirls her tongue at the exact time that Eddie hits that perfect spot inside you and it has you seeing stars.

“I’m cumming! I’m fucking cumming!” Your body shakes in Eddie’s hold and your pussy is gripping him so tight he can’t take it anymore, cumming right along with you. He pumps into you while you both ride out your highs, filling you with his cum.

He pulls out of you slowly, holding onto your hips so you don’t fall forward.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” You let out a deep breath, letting yourself fall onto the blanket on your back.

“Yeah. Holy shit.” Eddie chuckles as he lowers himself down beside you.

“Jesus fucking Christ, holy shit, is right. That was amazing.” Chloe beams, laying down on her side facing you. She cups your jaw in her hand, leaning down to kiss you gently. “You did so good baby, you were such a good girl for us. Was it all you dreamed of?”

“Wait!” Eddie’s head whips towards you, his eyes wide. “You dreamed about this?”

“Oh pretty boy, you have no idea how long we’ve been fantasizing about you. Her longer than me. She’s been rubbing it out to the thought of you since the first time she saw you.” Chloe chuckles and you playfully smack her arm.

“Chloe! Shut up!!!” You feel your insides warm with embarrassment.

“Honestly? That’s so fucking hot, angel face, and pretty funny too. Considering I’ve been jerking off to the thought of you too.” He gives you this goofiest lopsided smile that calms your nerves. “I honestly felt like a little bit of a creep. Especially once you started bringing Chloe around, I felt like a perverted douche thinking about you guys together.”

“Psh!! If you’re a perv then so are we! We’ve literally talked about you while we were fucking, you’re good.” You giggle.

“Yeah, well I guess we are just a bunch of pervs then.” Eddie giggles along with you and Chloe smiles. She thinks you guys are cute, really cute. She kind of wants to keep Eddie around.

“Hey pretty boy, do you think we could see you again sometime?” She smirks at him, hopeful.

“Fuck. You know I’d say yes in an instant… but I’m actually leaving next week, this was our last show before our first tour. We got signed!” Eddie never thought he would be sad about that fact, until this moment.

“Oh Eddie!! That’s so awesome!! I’m so proud of you guys! I knew you could do it!” You give him that sweet smile that melts his heart, and he can’t help but lean in and kiss you. You return it happily.

“That’s fucking dope dude, you guys deserve that shit!” Chloe raises her hand to high five him, he returns it happily before grabbing her hand and kissing the back of it.

“Thanks, pretty girl.” He smirks at her, and she blushes. She tries to cover it up with a scoff and a roll of her eyes, but you saw it.

“Wanna get a celebratory breakfast with us at least? There’s a 24 hour diner around the corner.” You smile at him hopefully.

“I’d love to, my lady.” He smiles at you sweetly, and your heart melts.

The three of you spend hours at the diner, laughing and talking, getting to know each other. It’s almost bittersweet how well you all get along. It makes you wish you had spoken to him sooner. But who knows, maybe one day when Eddie Munson is rich and famous, you’ll see him again.

Tag list: @taintedcigs @nailbatanddungeon @melodymunson @sunnythespookyghost @keeksandgigz @tlclick73 @eddiesxangel @imyourdaninow @gravedigginbbydoll @take-everything-you-can

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Repentance

Billy x Gender Neutral! Reader

('Burn' gifs are limited and this was hotter. Sue me.)

Summery: You know the phrase 'sleeping angels?' Yeah, not in this fucking house. Pretty soon it's gonna be you or him, but Billy may have a trick or two up his sleeve to provide a happy ending for you both

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specified genitals for Reader, prequel/standalone fic for 'My Ghost' but not required reading to enjoy this fic, ('My Ghost' may even be enhanced if you read this first, I'll be fr.) Porn with plot (if you are only here for plot, the porn is only in the second half and is easily skippable), snoring, Reader is sleep deprived, non-serious threats of violence, mentions of gun violence, banter, make-up sex, drug usage/alcohol consumption, Dom!Billy, Sub!Reader, Reader goes mostly non-verbal after smoking but their thoughts don't, dumbification, Reader gets spoiled and folds like a lawn chair me too bitch me too, massage turning into sex, doggy style, Reader gets that good dick that knocks their head into a wall, vocal! Billy, dirty talk/talking through it, pet names, possessive sex, mentions of wet dreams, happy ending for everyone :)

Other Works in This Series: 'My Ghost' (Original) • 'Lapses' (Sequel to 'My Ghost')

Notes: This was supposed to be a drabble and it was not gonna contain smut. What can I say, when the holy spirit of a short man with big brown eyes compels you, you compel him into your bitch. Anyways, this was inspired by this headcanon written by @g0ry0re0! So if you liked this fic, please thank her as well in the comments and go support her works because this wouldn't exist without it!! They're a fucking great writer as well.

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Have you ever killed a man?

I might.

Listen, I'm not a bitch. I'm not unreasonable even though that was a hell of an opening statement. But if you'd dealt with the shit I've put up with for the past few nights, you would understand.

How can a man who's not even that fucking large in stature make such noise? What the fuck is wrong with him?

I kick him to try and hit a reset button. It works for five minutes, which is long enough for me to begin to relax again. Right before his snoring revs up like the engine of that bike he loves parked on our front lawn. Maybe I'll run him over with it. Be poetic, take him out with his own weapon. Don't the reports show just how deadly motorcycles are compared to regular cars? It's bad for your health.

Okay, I'm assuming that bit because I'm tired, I'm cold, and Billy won't shut the fuck up. It was a little cute when he was just spending the night and we were hardly sleeping. But now that he actually lives here?

Kick. Stop. Wait. Snore.

Goddammit.

Billy has the fucking audacity to greet me with a smile this morning. Sitting at my fucking table, smoking from the ashtray I fucking made him. He should be ashamed to look so good with no shirt on, displaying his chest hair for the whole neighborhood to see as he sits near the open window with coffee set in front of him like he owns the damn place.

"Morning beautiful," he says with a smile. What fucking nerve does he have to sit there and act so happy about while I hate him?

"You snore," I growl. His eyebrows shoot into the air, this son of a bitch has the nerve to widen his smile.

"I'm sorry?"

"I said you fucking snore," I repeat.

"Don't think I've heard that complaint before," he says, shifting in his seat to look at me better. I don't like the way he looks in those sweatpants, grey and hugging the wrong areas for my attitude.

"You haven't dated anyone long enough for someone to complain about it," I mutter under my breath. His eyes focus on the oversized shirt I wear that alright, maybe I stole from the drawer I stash his things in that I now claim as mine. We live together, it's inevitable, fucking fight me. Watching me as I walk into the kitchen, taking the coffee pot off the dock and pouring some into my cup.

"Something I can do to make up for it, shirt thief?" He asks, leaning back in his seat and manspreading, his hands on his horribly thick thighs. "I was wondering where that one went," he mutters to himself, amused.

"Yeah. See a fucking doctor."

It's day five. I'm genuinely considering homicide.

Dear God, or Allah, or whoever you are. If I shouldn't suffocate this man, give me a sign.

...does the short snore that escapes Billy's mouth count?

It doesn't matter what I do. If I turn him onto his side, if I kick him, if I shove ear buds in and blast whatever music I can sleep to at max volume, he's louder and I'm on my last straw. It's him or me.

"William," I say, poking my head up from the old pillow.

No response.

Maybe it's safe.

Maybe he's dead.

Maybe he'll stay quiet.

I lay my head down once more.

"...what?"

"You fucking snore."

"I'm sorry baby," he slurs in half baked consciousness, turning to wrap his arm around my waist as he presses hot, open mouthed kisses to the back of my neck. "Can I make it up to you?"

"Yeah, let me sleep."

"Sleep is for the weak."

I am weak. I am very, very weak.

"Put your dick away."

"It isn't out."

"I can still feel it."

With a grumble and his face buried in my hair, he abandons his quest in favor of returning to whatever dreams make him keep me up at night. And I am so close to joining him when he starts back up hardly two minutes later. Right in my ear.

With a final huff, I tear the blanket off of him and stomp my bleary eyed way to the living room. Fucker is too sleepy to even notice. Fuck him.

I'm not amused when I wake up in the ungodly hours of the morning sprawled on the couch, Billy's foot in my face as early morning light peaks through the shitty blinds.

"You followed me," I groan, my voice rough with sleep.

"I followed blanket," he slurs.

"It's mine."

"I was cold."

"You snore."

"I've offered consolation, you should take it."

"William, have you ever shot a man?" I ask, bolting upright as I wipe the crust from my eyes.

"Fucking what?"

"Have you ever shot a man?" I repeat slowly, properly enunciating each word.

Billy's eyes dart to the side, then back to me, wide but still tinted from sleep.

"...no?"

"I've considered it," I tell him. "There's a gun in my nightstand. And if I don't get some sleep soon, I'm going to use it. I haven't before, but I can't imagine it's hard."

Billy presses his lips together in a thin line, knowing I'm not serious but that I'm on the last straw.

"... should I go back to bed?"

"I can go back to bed," I say. "You can stay on the couch."

"That's a great idea."

"I'll take the blanket."

"You do that."

It's only two hours later when I'm woken by the alarm, and the smell of sausage is fresh on the air. Even if it was short, the sleep in solitude feels refreshing, no interruptions from Yellowstone volcano on the other side.

When I wander into the kitchen he's in the midst of finishing his preparations for a feast. And by feast I mean a fuck load of eggs with sriracha on top and plenty of sausages to go with it. There's also a pile of toast, the bottle of homemade cinnamon sugar next to the stick of butter besides it.

"Morning beautiful," Billy tries carefully, eyeing me as I lean against the hallway doorframe. "Coffee's on the table."

Whatever I said earlier- which may or may not be blurry to me at this point -has clearly changed his attitude. He's even set out the hazellenut creamer for me, a treat.

"Did you sleep well?" He asks, setting a heaping plate in front of me. I don't know how to tell him I'm too sleepy to eat.

"Better," I say. I take a slice of cinnamon covered toast, trying to convince my stomach to wake up. "Kinda cold, though."

He smiles softly at that, setting down his own plate to join me. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." I return the smile, taking a small bite of the corner of my toast. He takes a sip of coffee and brushes his foot against mine under the table. The silence is sweet, apart from the radio just ever so quietly playing in the background to add to the calm morning atmosphere Billy has created for me. His hair is ruffled from sleep, his hand nervously fiddling with the thin chain around his neck. He glances at me, smiles apprehensively, then breaks the silence.

"Do you actually own a gun?" He asks, trying so hard to sound casual.

My brows furrow before I realize what he's referencing, letting out a loud laugh and almost dropping my toast in the process.

"I'm not gonna shoot you, Billy," I laugh, trying so hard to maintain my composure.

"Last night you called me William. I did not like that," he laughs nervously.

"William, I will not shoot you."

"My mother calls me that, I don't want you and my mom calling me the same name."

"Willy-"

"Fuck you," he groans, laughing. "You're terrifying."

"When I don't sleep," I add for him. He nods, eyes wide and brows raising in agreement. "Did you seriously make breakfast because you were worried I owned a gun?"

"When you meet the devil, you meet demands," he says. I kick at his foot playfully, giggling.

"The devil doesn't really eat breakfast."

"I know, I packed lunch too."

Fuck free will, I should've done the gun thing a long time ago. When I walk back into the ramshack house that evening fresh off my shift, Billy has dinner, a bowl and a bath prepared for me upon my return.

"I did not take your comments seriously and I'm sorry," he says genuinely, taking my coat. "I should have and you have suffered. Consider this repentance."

"Repentance is nice. You hide the gun too while you were at it?" I ask.

"I'm not answering that."

Billy may be many things, and a cook is one of them. It's simple, fresh, and nice after a long day. The backrub I'm getting while I eat makes the flavors even sweeter.

"I feel an urge to clarify my threat was not serious," I joke between bites, taking a sip of the wine Billy had run out and gotten special for the night.

"I'm well aware, but this is overdue anyways," he says softly. "You're mine and you deserve nice nights." He presses a warm kiss to the spot just under my ear, making me blush. "My baby needs spoiled."

"Well, I certainly feel spoiled," I say contently, finishing the last bite. I lean back in my chair, letting him explore my neck as his gentle hands work their way through my many knots, whispering sweet nothings in my ear all the while.

"Wait until I tell you what kinds of oils I slipped in your bath as well," he whispers in my ear.

If this is repentance, he should snore more often.

I'm stoned, zoned, and completely naked across the bed as Billy carefully massages my legs, phone propped on a spare pillow beside my head as I stare blankly at the show in front of me.

His hands are slick with oil, gliding across my skin with ease as he works at a knot on the back of my calf.

"I've been ignoring you too much," he muses, his voice soft and loving as his thumbs work in small circles. "You're much too tense for my taste."

I am too stupid to respond with English. I will tell him later about the day I've had at work, running around for fifteen different customers and a boss I can hardly stand. But for now a low moan will do, my mind too blurry from substance use and the stimulation that makes me dizzy with want.

"Does that feel good?" Billy asks, pressing a small kiss against my shin. I moan again, eyes fluttering shut. "Wanna make sure my baby sleeps well tonight."

Oh, I'll sleep phenomenally.

His hands abandon me, searching for the bottle of lavender scented oil, coating his hands before reaching for the back of my thighs, right below the curve of my ass.

"How's the show?" He asks me, digging deeply into my tissue in a way that makes me moan, arching my back subconsciously as the stimulation takes over my thoughts. "That good?" He asks, voice deep as he chuckles.

"Very good," I confirm, my voice soft against the freshly washed bedsheets. I have never said a bad thing about this man. I would never curse the provider of relaxation. Any claims otherwise are false and slandering against me and my man.

"You're grinding against the bed, you realize that, right?" Billy asks bemused, his thumbs drawing deep circles against the inside of my thighs, making me gasp in want. "There something else you want?"

Whatever strain he has given me has made me nonverbal, but the squeak I let out is answer enough. For me, anyways.

"I need words, baby. Words. Vague noises are not consent," he says softly.

"Motherfucker that noise was not vague," I snap, lifting my head up briefly before resuming my mindless appreciation against the bed. Billy's laugh echoes throughout the room, his hand lightly smacking my ass before reaching for the small towel and bottle of lube on the nightstand, wiping off his hands before squeezing a generous dollop onto two digits.

His fingers press against my entrance slowly, coating it with the thick, cold lube, making me squirm and gasp against him, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

"I'm gonna start off slow, okay baby?" He says gently, still stroking my entrance as he positions himself above me. "You let me know if you want me to change something."

I moan in understanding, but it's not enough for him. His voice is low and rumbling by my ear, his lips teasing at my shoulder.

"Say yes if you understand," he says softly, breath hot against my ear.

"Yes," I say just as soft.

"Good," he praises, pressing a soft kiss to the back of my neck. "Good baby."

His cock slowly sinks inside of me, the pot from earlier making the sensations deeper and more vibrant as I feel the sweet stretch even at the top of my head. Billy moves slow, taking his time to enter me as though we had all the time in the world. I can't help but pant against the bed, whining for more intelligibly as Billy sheethes himself to the hilt, pressing himself against my g-spot just perfectly at this angle, no real effort needed when I'm like this. My eyes roll at the touch, my hips bucking in uneven, stupid rhythms against him as he remains still inside of me. Fuck it, he could snore in my ear right now and I'd let him.

Billy's voice is breathy, moaning as he brushes my hair with his hand. "Let me know when you want me to move," he moans in my ear.

"I am," I whine. "Fuck me."

He chuckles against me, his voice rough as he continues in a slow, even rhythm. "You don't want to go slow first?" He asks, pressing a kiss to my spine as he slowly slides against my spot again, his cock making me clench tightly around him.

"Uh uh," I moan, still trying to buck rapidly against him. "Want more."

"You usually get so overstimulated if I start fast at this angle," he teases, ignoring the pace of my hips in favor of his. "Can't even finish fucking you if I start out fast, you're so sensitive by the end."

That's a lie. Terrible lie. Slander.

"Do you really want me to go fast?" He asks softly, one hand finding my hip to guide me to a better rhythm.

"Motherfucker, yes," I whine, lifting my head. He chuckles, much to my annoyance. "Fuck me like you own me."

At that he grabs my hips, slamming me against his base before he begins to violently abuse my hole, fucking directly into my g-spot and never missing once as he fucks me hard enough to make the bed slam into the wall, making a painting rattle on the wall behind us.

"Jesus- fuck- wait!" I cry, my hips subconsciously trying to escape his abuse while I clench around him, silently begging for more.

He slows his pace once more, pressing such soft, sweet kisses to my spine as he speaks. "See? You can't handle it like that. You're half fucked out already and that wasn't even five seconds."

He's absolutely right and I should listen to him more. How wise is my man.

"If I was really fucking you like I owned you," he says lowly between slow, long thrusts, his hands guiding my hips gently as I whimper with each move like the bitch I am. "I'd pick the pace. But here you are, telling me what to do and changing your mind the moment I give it to you. So indecisive is my baby." Very indecisive. Go fast again. "And I'll do whatever you want like a good man should."

I will stay home with the kids. I will scrub my permanently stained linoleum floor until it shines like the top of the Chrysler building. I will spend my days barefoot and pregnant if he so requests of me. In Jesus's name, Amen.

Billy moves slow and purposefully against me, grinding his cock and moaning in my ear while he watches me, smacking my ass here and there when he wants to watch it bounce against his hips.

"So pretty," he moans. "Even prettier when you cum. Is there something I can do to help?"

I whine against the bed, feeling edged and whoreish with his thick dick pulsing inside of me, fucking me into blind submission and making me willing to do anything he says.

"Would someone like for me to go faster?" He coos sweetly, slightly speeding up his tempo as he slams more gently into my spot. "Does my baby wanna get fucked?"

I nod stupidly, whining and huffing as he slowly continues to gain speed.

"You gonna cum around me? Take my cock real nice and fast?" He asks, smacking my ass once more. I clench upon impact, making him do it again and again until he laughs.

"Cum in me," I moan. All care has been thrown out the window, my head scrambled and vision blind.

"Yeah? You want that?" He teases. His balls smack loudly against my front, offering additional stimulation and making my eyes roll. "Looks like you're drooling over it." Motherfucker I am, and?

"I'm gonna fuck you so good you sleep for days, sweetheart," he moans in my ear, slamming into me hard enough to make me squeal. "Kept dreaming about you for the past week. Kept getting all nice and hard only to have you wake me up before I could fuck you. Come to find out I was keeping my poor baby up, being my own cockblock."

His cock pistons in and out of me at impressive speed, one of his hands slamming against the bars of the metal headboard to offer him stability while he fucks me, the bed ramming against the wall so loudly it's all I can hear besides him. I think the painting fell.

"Now we can both sleep better at night. My balls empty, your ass nice and full. Think I'll do it again tomorrow," he muses, slamming me against the bed, pushing me higher. "And again." And higher. "And again." Until the top of my head pounds against the ceiling. "Till the fucken cows come home."

Moo, bitch. Moo.

With a pathetic scream, hardly able to make any noise due to the violent climax, I cry his name as I clench around him. His dick pounds my head into the wall absuively as he chants my name like it's the only word ever known to him, his voice raising in volume until he's shouting it so clear it raises above the rocking of the bed, loud enough surely for the neighbors to hear. I'm hardly even aware of when he cums, or really anything at this point, his dick pulsing within me and fucking his admittedly larger than usual load into me so deep you'd think there'd be no chance of it to escape. I'm only aware he came when his cock finally softens, our cum dripping and pooling underneath of me in a mixed puddle when he slips out with a small whimper, his breath so heavy and wheezing I'm almost scared he'll pass out on top of me.

"Wanna go again?" He jokes, his voice worryingly pathetic as he tries to laugh, sounding more like a death rattle than anything. All I respond with is a shaky thumbs down, my head spinning from the possible concussion I may genuinely have.

It's an effective sleep method. Works wonders for both of us.

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After he slips out of the house one winter morning with my gun tucked in the back of his jeans, I can't tell you how much I'd give to hear him snore against our lavender scented bed one last time, feeling his arms that are now ash and bones on the floor of a gas station just outside of town. My only company now being his ghost echoing his bright laughter down the darkened halls of what was once our home.

You like my ending bbgirl? Special just for youuu.

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[neochan]

before i leave this site completely, i want us to have one more year of nct fics & filth. if my happiness for writing returns while doing this, i may keep my presence on here longer.

regardless, below are the fics that i have planned / half written / outlined / thought up. over the course of the next year, i will be posting the ones you vote on.

once you read over the fics, please use the link at the bottom of this post to vote for your favorites.

THE PICK ME CHRONICLES WILL BE FINISHED IN FULL REGARDLESS!

(STANDALONE FICS)

no synopsis, but i can offer: toxic exes au, street racing, using his rival as a means to make him jealous, he is insanely possessive.

okay, so maybe hooking up with a masked stranger wasn't the brightest idea. but you didn't expect him to actually blow your mind. unfortunately, the only clue as to who he is lies in the jacket he left behind. now, with the worn leather that still faintly smelled liked him in tow, you're on the hunt to find your prince charming...but you know what they say: if the jacket fits.

no synopsis, but i can offer: christmas au! flirty hyuck, friends to lovers, comedy(?)

after seven years, haechan still has a crush on you, but you seem to only have eyes for jeno, and haechan isn’t good at controlling his jealousy. (harry potter au)

no synopsis, but i can offer: incubus!jaemin

(SERIES)

according to your parents, it's all for the business. get married to the competitions son so the companies can merge, and business will be fruitful, and you'll be rich. easy, right? wrong. it'd be easier if the person you were marrying was someone you didn't know, but you knew jung jaehyun, in fact, you knew him a little too well, and you didn't particularly like him. though his bestfriend peaked your interest the first time you met... and the second time... and the third. (can change the pairing to dream members)

spend a summer at camp with nct dream as demigods, captured within five different stories

son of hermes!hyuck x daughter of athena!reader

son of ares!jeno x daughter of eros!reader

son of posiedon!renjun x daughter of aphrodite!reader

son of aphrodite!jaemin x daughter of hermes!reader

son of apollo!mark x daughter of hades!reader

THIS IS MY FAVORITE WIP!! after the tragic death of punk rock band PARASOCIALs leader, lee minhyung, the label is desperate to piece the teenage dream back together again. in an attempt to revive their chart breaking success, they've reached out to you - a rising star already signed to their sister label. but what happens when you realize they're nothing like the press paints them to be? has the band slipped too far out of the limelight for you to save them? GENRE ▸ angst, smut, rockstar!nct dream, band au, vocalist!renjun, guitarist!jeno, drummer!jaemin, vocalist & bassist!haechan

my one shot 'rule breaker' is a prequel to this series.

no synopsis, but i can offer: dysfunctional family vibes.

illegal street fighter jeno

graffiti artist renjun

street racer & addict haechan

thief mark

drug dealer jaemin

!!!!! VOTE HERE !!!!!

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𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐫 𝐫𝐞-𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨

Hi there, I'm Ale (she/her) and I'm making my re intro again because I was struggling so bad with uni and I couldn't be here so much. Now I'm trying to be active again to post my writing and repost other people's writings. I'll try to explain my wips and update regularly. Please interact with this post if you'd like to be mutuals and reblog our writings as well!

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

I'll try to explain them because they're a mess, but stick with me. It'll be worth it. I promise. My native tongue is Spanish, so, sorry in advance if there's any mistake, lol. Also, I'll create/post tags, pages in these days because I had to remake everything from scratch.

𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

-Science fiction, fantasy (urban, paranormal, high, epic), historical fiction.

-Found family. Because I'm a sucker for this trope. Also, I have siblings dynamics, trauma, death, action, etc.

-Both, character and plot development.

-Morally grey, ambiguous characters who don't think of themselves of heroes for all the bad things they've done, but still, they try.

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐩𝐬.

𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 (𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧).

Sci-fi NA series (6 books) about superhumans (people with superpowers). Due to an accident, hundreds of super end up in jail. The altered are human creations that are getting out of control and threat to break the order. A group of superhumans are selected for their powers to try to stop the altered and the experiments that humans are making with them and creating new drugs. The only problem? These kids are in prison for being super. Will they succeed or will they kill each other before the fun begins? (This is my main wip)

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐎𝐧𝐞 (𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧).

This is a prequel trilogy of Hidden Heroes. Sci-fi NA. Set during The Cold War (with some historical changes, just because, lol), a group of superhumans discover that humans are experimenting with them to create a super soldier, someone who can fight their wars and stop them before they even begin. They will have to risk their lives and hearts trying to stop something that seems impossible. First generation.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐲.

Standalone sequel after the events of the Second Generation. Sci-fi NA. Vasilisa Azarova (orphan since 7 years-old) has been trained since she was young to become a lethal spy, trained to kill and torture, and to blend to get information, by a Russian organization that specializes in training humans and superhumans to create the best European spies. During a mission, Vasilisa discovers that the things she's been told all her life, may be lies. Vasilisa and her team will try to scape and destroy the organization that once raised them and trained them. Will she succed, or will she lose everything again?

𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.

Paranormal urban fantasy YA trilogy. Isabelle Jones is a witch that wants nothing but greatness and to become the greatest witch the world has ever seen. But first, she must understand that the world doesn't revolve around her and that some alliances and friends from her new paranormal school, Ashckerton Academy, are important to defeat the evil that is looming on them.

Thanks for reading! Please interact, I'll try to follow back. If you're interested on being in the taglist, please let me know! <3

[autumnalwalker]

Writeblr Intro v3

Updating the pinned intro now that it's been a year and my (now previously) main WIP is complete as it's going to be.

Me:

I write as a hobby. It's something I do for fun and first and foremost for myself. But if other people happen to actually like what I write, that's pretty cool too.

I try to keep this main blog primarily writing-focused. I've set up the side-blog @traversedmiscellany for reblogging/posting any other random stuff that happens to catch my interest.

I tend to prefer to keep my online and offline lives separate so I rarely say much about personal details aside from what inevitably winds up leaking into talking about my writing.

I am open to tag games and ask games. Or just general writing-related asks.

If anyone would like to be added to a tag list (whether for WIP updates or tag games), please feel free to send me a message or reply to this post, specifying what you want to be on the tag list for.

My WIPs:

Completed (Is it still a "WIP" at this point? Either way, it's fully online and available to read for free.):

The Archivist's Journal:

A slice-of-life story about waking up on a fantasy tropical island told over the course of a year in the form of daily journal updates. Mostly fairly chill, just living life one day at a time, but with some occasional angst, social anxiety, and supernatural spookiness.

The whole story (just over 330,000 words) is posted on my side blog @thearchivistsjournal. Or if you want to read from the beginning, here's the chronological posting. Or if you prefer to read in a format other than Tumblr posts, it's mirrored over on my ScribbleHub.

Also, here's the post I made when the project was completed for some more meta background on it and what I mean when I call it "complete."

I may eventually make additional scattered journal entries as a sort of periodic epilogue, but Day 380 should be considered the end of the "main story," so to speak.

Ongoing:

Empty Names:

My current main project. Also freely available to read in full as chapters go up.

A bit of an episodic urban fantasy moster-of-the-week sort of deal that's mostly an excuse to have a cast of OCs that I like interact with eachother. The basic premise is a world-hopping adventurer attempts to set up a sword-and-sorcery style adventurer's guild in a modern world where "adventurer" isn't considered a legitimate profession. Has what I suppose one might call "genre-typical violence" with fighting monsters and such, and individual chapters are tagged with more specific content warnings where necessary.

Here's the masterpost for it with links to chapters and to several standalone side stories set in the same world/setting.

I'm much more casual with my update schedule on this project, but it seems to be coming out to posting weekly chapter updates for a month or two at a time and then taking a month or two off from posting while I rebuild my buffer queue for the next batch of chapters.

Also, while it's not exactly a focus, the five characters of the core cast are all some flavor or another of LGBTA+, if that's a selling point for you.

The Witches' Testaments:

A prequel to the currently-hiatused "Solarpunk Witch Story" below that I wrote the loose framework and beginnings of in a sudden fit of inspiration that I may return to sporadically.

The idea was to focus a bit more on the "punk" side of Solarpunk and paint a picture of the effort and rebellion that went into how that world transitioned from Cyberpunk dystopia to Solarpunk... well, not utopia exactly, but something better than it was and striving toward that dream.

And because that sort of thing is bigger than any one person and I had multiple worldbuilding concepts I wanted to touch on, I landed on the idea of writing it in the form of a series of interviews with various characters who lived through that period of change.

Here's the masterpost for it.

Indefinite Hiatus:

Untitled Solarpunk Witch Story:

A project that I absolutely intend to return to one day once Empty Names is finished, but that's going to be a good long while yet.

The story of a freshly-minted "witch" and her AI familiar traveling from town to town in an ecologically-recovering post-capitalism future, providing highly-specialized tech support and environmental consulting wrapped up in enough mysticism and aesthetics to blur the line between what's purely technology and what might possibly be some kind of magic. I only ever wrote a prologue and five chapters worth of an initial arc/town/problem to solve, but I liked what I wrote well enough to share all that online. Ultimately this project going on hold was a matter of it being one project too many for me to handle simultaneously on the time combined with a desire to get more experience at traditional prose writing (as opposed to the epistolary format of The Archivist's Journal) so that I could better do the concept justice when I do one day revisit it.

In the meantime, those initial rough chapter drafts are all up online here: Solarpunk Witch Masterpost

Miscellaneous other writing:

On most Thursdays I'll post small (couple hundred words at most) pieces based on various interesting dreams that I've had. Being based on dreams, the content is a mixed bag. Those are tagged under #my dreams. These now have a compilation Masterpost that I'll do my best to keep updated.

Alternatively, if you just want to browse semi-random excerpts and snippets from the above works, I post a lot of that under #tag game.

Some Standalone Short Stories:

(Stories that were either written to be standalone pieces, or appear within something else but worked well enough by themselves that I gave them their own separate posts.)

The Tale of the Merchant and the Blacksmith's Daughter: A sapphic fairy tale (and, in retrospect after writing, possible trans allegory).

The Melts: An attempt to shift what would normally be body horror into the genre of slice-of-life. "What if your body slowly melting over the course of the day were treated as no more serious than the common cold and you still had to go to work?"

Kindly Basilisk: A human mech pilot who wants to be a machine, an AI who wants to be human, and the relationship they form.

[rollercoasterwords]

faq + fic stuff

FAQ

can i translate your fic?

yes! i only ask that you keep the work on ao3 and credit me as the original writer. if you are asking about atydsp, then please credit both me AND mskingbean89 as the original creator of atyd

can i print your fic?

go for it, but only if you are handbinding/doing so in a way that is legal (ie, not using sites like lulu that make a profit).

can i repost your writing on [website/app]?

i understand that this is usually well-intentioned, but i would ask that my writing not be reposted on fanfiction sites other than ao3, and i would also ask that my hp fics not be reposted on sites like tiktok that rely on an algorithm to spread content

can i post/log your fic on goodreads/storygraph?

no, please don't

fics!

- hope he never lets me down (again) (completed; 8k. kenstewy canon-compliantish prequel spanning their relationship from 1998-2018)

- this rotten work (wip; marylily + jegulus modern zombie apocalypse au)

- as the worm moon dies (wip; wolfstar voldemort-won au where r + s meet at an underground werewolf fighting ring)

- nothing fades like the light (completed; 39k. jegulus 1890s cowboy au. with zombies.)

- the hand that feeds (completed; 235k. dorlene w side wolfstar + jily, long canon-compliant fic following the marauders from 1977-1981)

- the heart that bleeds (completed; 18.7k. companion piece to thtf that focuses on emmeline vance + her relationship with mary macdonald from 1978-1995)

- aftermath (completed; 5k. another companion piece to thtf, a oneshot about the day after dorcas died)

- alice, look at me (completed; 14.6k words. canon-compliant narcissa/alice oneshot tracing narcissa black's life, beginning with her childhood and following her through the end of the first war. friends to lovers, doomed lesbians, heavy on the angst)

- atyd sirius’s pov (completed; 630k words. a rewrite of mkb’s atyd told entirely from sirius’s pov. timeline breaks from the og at ch 174 and follows sirius’s time in azkaban + the events of hp books 3-5. ends in may of 1996) 

- rings oneshot (a short tumblr drabble of sirius’s death from remus’s pov, set after the end of atyd sirius’s pov) 

- another perspective (on hold indefinitely; a series of oneshots following various characters meant to be read with atyd sirius’s pov, though some can be read as standalone works. there are currently 5 oneshots - regulus april 1976, narcissa august 1979, emmeline spring 1981, james halloween 1981, andromeda november 1981) 

- laurent’s perspective (completed; 240k words. the captive prince trilogy by c.s. pacat rewritten entirely from laurent’s perspective. please do NOT read this unless you have read the original trilogy and know what you’re getting into. if you haven’t read the og series, for the love of god please check the trigger warnings on it before you decide whether to read)

other stuff

- typesets for atyd sirius’s pov

- typesets for thtf

- typesets for alice, look at me

- playlist for atyd sirius’s pov

- playlist for the hand that feeds

- fic recs tag

[justalittlebluetiefling]

have u heard of priory of the orange tree?? it’s a high fantasy with SO much political intrigue and battles and magic and it. may be the best book i have ever read. it has a prequel (which is also a standalone!!) but wraps up the story nicely in one book!

I have not! I am pretty sure that my brother has read and enjoyed this, too, because I feel like I've remembered him talking about it!

Thank you for sending this over. I'll make sure it's added to my list.

[oonajaeadira]

State of the WIP Address

Not much change this week. Still feeling avoidant, behind in just about everything, including a show I'm supposed to be making and things I'm supposed to be writing. I would say it doesn't help that Gordy came home this week, but I spent so much of it at home while he was sleeping that I really should have gotten something done. What really doesn't help is the SO not having enough to keep him busy so he makes me watch TV with him. Then I stay up too late trying to finish things, and then I'm tired the next day and the cycle renews.

I've put borders up around this weekend, and turned down some minor get togethers because I have to get shit done. Priority list right now is:

Scheduling for my winter festival

Prepping for a producer meeting on Monday

Finishing my show research

Secret Santa fic

Finishing a custom scrying mirror commission

Cleaning out my car. And my closet. And the basement.

I expect to get about half of this done this weekend. Which half will be determined by how distracting the dog and SO wanna be.

Really what I've been enjoying lately is just reading, just catching up on fic. I am so lucky to be a part of a fandom that has so many fascinating characters and so many good writers and just a constant feast of noms. Thank you.

State of the Wips is under the cut. There are no updates since last time. I am always trying. <3

STATE OF THE WIPS

I have one million projects happening, but these are the pieces I’m actively thinking about and working on at the moment.

SECRET SANTA Where it’s at: I’m writing for someone I think is a wonderful person and want to do right by them, so the pressure’s on. But at the same time, it’s not. Because I know how accepting and lovely the person is and they gave me a lot of prompts and options and like a lot of the things I do and seem to like a lot of the types of things I like to write. I also know that this doesn’t have to be over-complicated, that I can write my heart and it will please both of us. While I haven’t actually opened up a doc to start, I know that it’s the type of thing that if I have a little uninterrupted block of time, I can just sit down and it will flow. I won’t say much about it here, but I will say that while it can 100% be read as standalone, it hits on a character/series I’m currently writing and acts as a kind of prequel, a reason for loving the reader as he does. It’s something that is kind of missing in the planned series and I think this would be a nice opportunity to explore it before moving forward (and maybe helping propel that series a little) while also touching on one of the characters my giftee likes, a genre they are interested in that I hadn’t considered with this character, and it will have a tone I think they’ll appreciate. So while it’s for them and being written with their likes in mind, I thank them, because it’s also a little gift for me and my yearnings. What’s stopping me: Time constraints and general anxiety.

TROPE FIC: MODERN DOM!PERO Where it’s at: This one got a little sloppy and I’m working on it. I’ve been following @max–phillips’ entries about what defines certain types of kinks and while my thoughts on dom!Pero started as true dom, they swung wrong when I started working on this, and now I’m just thinking myself back to the definition of dominant. And while I may still be missing the mark, it’s helping me to think more about how I want to explore and frame this dynamic. It’s also giving me a little trouble in that it’s not coming out chronologically which causes me to waste time jumping around and retrofitting things. What’s stopping me: I put this one on hold to start prioritizing the Secret Santa piece.

TROPE FIC: SEX POLLEN!OBERYN Where it’s at: This piece is flowing chronologically. It’s going to be longer than I anticipated and the first draft is about 1/3 done. I already know that after the first draft I’ll have to do some shaping and I think maybe I got overwhelmed with the task I set for myself and that triggered my avoidance. I know where it’s going, I’m excited for it, it will flow easily if I let it, I just have to do it! What’s stopping me: I put this one on hold because I got distracted by tasty Pero thoughts. I blame @perotovar for the thots, but not the stopping. That’s all on me.

TROPE FIC: ALPHA!JAVI Where it’s at: I’m about ½ done with the first draft. Again, this one will be longer (and also more angsty) than I anticipated. I love love love where it’s going though and reader and Javi’s history is beautiful and sad and complex; I really love that half. I’m just now switching into the modern day section of it and have to make a few decisions about how I actually want it to go. My mind is over-complicating the story and I’m trying to wrestle it down a softer path. What’s stopping me: I got distracted by the Oberyn story which is why this one’s on hold and now this is all Inceptioning on itself.

GOOD. THINGS. TAKE. TIME. Where it’s at: The asks are all sorted, there are only a few more sessions left before chapter 4. I just have to write it. What’s stopping me: Here’s the thing about PATS. If I was out for notes, I’d be pounding on this series, because it’s my most popular one. But… really, I’m just here to dream up stories I like to tell. I put PATS down not consciously and not because I don’t love him, but I got excited by other ideas. I want to finish it because I don’t like having a bunch of unfinished projects lying around, but I also don’t want that to be my #1 motivator for writing him. I want to enjoy it. I did enjoy putting the latest installment out, but I also don’t feel like I’m letting anyone down if I don’t hurry it, just because engagement is low. Again, I’m not here for the notes, I truly love the connection and the squeeing and sharing a yearn. We’re all so busy now that it’s tough to get to everything and the mutual timing is a bit off. That’s okay. It’s planned out, it’ll get done, I just have to do it when I’m feeling it.

LEAVE OFF YOUR WANDERING: WINTER Where it’s at: Finished plan. Yet to begin writing. What’s stopping me: I was wrestling with this one for a bit because I had two directions it could go–soft and fluffy without much meat, or weaving all the details together and serving a story that gets rather dark, a little sad, and serves as a fix it. On one hand, I felt like I would be betraying readers by not keeping the euphoric escape. But I would also feel like I built this whole backstory that needed to manifest itself in a test for Joel and Meadowlark, as well as the fact that–other than backstories–there hasn’t been any canon hardship or violence displayed. It’s like I’m missing a huge chunk of who Joel and Meadowlark are. In the end, that’s where the story wants to go, so I’m going there. And I have to not think about what anyone else wants, just me. Not just for selfish reasons, but I know that’s when I do my best. It doesn’t mean there won’t still be fluff and a happy ending. It just means I have to write darkness and perhaps it will serve me better to do it in the season in which it takes place.

[literaticat]

I know trilogies are popular. Is there some reason why publishers decided on that particular number of books to be the thing as of late? I miss a quartet, or even a pentalogy. Thanks!

I think trilogies have always been a popular way to tell stories. . . at least as long as we've been writing them down.

The ancient Greeks performed three-part tragedies, like the Oresteia. Lord of the Rings was a three-volume novel. Heck, Star Wars was a trilogy (and then another trilogy!). Etc. This is a very ancient and traditional mode of storytelling. Beginning, Middle, End.

Why are they seemingly more popular now (at least in the realm of Fantasy books)? I dunno. I guess because publishers are quite hesitant to sign up a LOT of books at once from authors they don't know will sell well, whereas if they do ONE book and then make it a trilogy if it becomes popular, or a duology and then add a book or whatever, they can see how it goes and add, rather than spending a ton of money signing up 5 or 6 books and then eating it. And authors may get bored, or have a great idea for a beginning/middle/end but then the story is done (or at least "done for now")! Like how Hunger Games was a trilogy that had a beginning, middle and end -- and then a prequel was added later. This kind of thing happens often with popular titles.

FWIW, the VAST majority of the 600+ books I've sold have been either standalones, duologies, or long-running series that started as one or two books and then more were added. I'm pretty sure, in fact, that in 15 years, I've only sold one YA trilogy as three books off the bat. Now, I don't do a ton of fantasy, so that's probably why -- but I just don't think that MOST books are trilogies, or that ONLY trilogies sell, or anything remotely like that!

So if you LOVE LOVE LOVE a book/world -- BUY IT and tell all your friends to do so, too. Publishers really do want to make popular books, and they'd be happy to continue a series into oblivion if it was making money, soooo.... you want 4, 5, books or more? Prove it with your wallet! ;-) And hope the author has lots more great ideas!

[thegl0bgl0gabgalab]

I am the TheGlobglogabgalab and I love books! Specifically the ones on Ao3

I read and write and love to interact, so if you have any questions, thoughts, concerns, or conspiracies, feel free to Ask!

I especially love talking about my WIPs and ongoing works, and if you Ask, you might receive a sneak peek…

Fic Masterpost Below The Line

Finished

Sonic

Seeing Red - Eggman, after finally catching Sonic, tells him that his friends have been killed. Unfortunately for everyone, Sonic does NOT react well… (Second chapter is from Tails, Knuckles, and Amy’s POV!)

When You Finally Scream - He (what was his name again?) had been trapped under water for years. He has to keep fighting. He may not know who his family is, but he has to survive for them. He has to live for Tails. One day, a group of people (were they his family?) stay by the water. GET ME OUT OF HERE (Part of the series When You Finally Scream but can be read as standalone)

Wasting Away - It has been six years since Sonic went missing. But, he wouldn’t want them to be sad, so their small group lived on. Tails, Knuckles, Amy, Shadow, and Rouge go on a fun camping trip in the woods by a river. And all was going well! … Until the water started running red (Part of the series When You Finally Scream but can be read as standalone)

How It Ends - Sonic and Shadow had made it back to Green Hills! They were finally home! … so why is Sonic still fading?

Danganronpa

Bloodied Hands Bloodied Hair - Junko Enoshima doesn’t love Izuru Kamukura. She loves the idea of him. She loves the scar that made him. She will make him hate it.

Rise of the Guardians

Stop the World and Melt With Me - Pitch, finally with returned power, brings back a past ploy and steals Tooth’s fairies again. The guardians go after him, unwittingly stumbling into his lair. The caverns are claustrophobic and extremely hot. Being Summer, the temperature only raises. Bad news for a Winter spirit that thrives in the cold…

Ongoing

Sonic

Crash - It was supposed to be just another battle. Simple, quick, easy. How did it go so wrong… (A prequel to When You Finally Scream)

Danganronpa

Smile Like You Mean It - Hajime, Ibuki, and Akane come down with variants of the Despair Disease. Hajime having the happiness variant, will to do ANYTHING to make people happy. Ibuki having the gullible variant, willing to believe and do ANYTHING someone tells her to. And Akane having the cowardly variant, willing to do ANYTHING that might help her get away from the terrifying killing game. The only cure is murder, and the group is running on limited time before the sickness kills the infected. They’ll find a different cure. After all, no one would kill again so soon after the last deaths. ….Right?

Take Me Back To Where We Started Off - Izuru has figured out how to time travel through the internet, so they, Hajime, and Nagito go back to when the class was in the killing game. They were too late to stop the first two trials, but they will do everything they can to prevent any more.

Danny Phantom

Crosswalk Martyr - WORKERS WANTED: Martyrs - Job involves dying in crosswalk to force city to install signal there. Set your own hours. —— Danny is hired

WIPs

Sonic

[chicken-fifi]

In this little miniseries Ghost!YoungK and our reader's relationship from the very beginning when she first moved into the haunted mansion. It will include a prequel followed by a series of installments that will be posted each month. Some months will have themed posted based on a holiday while others will be touching different milestones as they get to know each other and build their relationship.

Genre: fluff, angst, suspense, mystery, horror

Pairing: Ghost!YoungK x implied fem!reader

Warnings: ghost, haunting hours, haunted house, implied masturbation (in later installments)

Posting Schedule: random at this point. do expect additions during events i put on though

Installments Posted in Timeline Order (all of these can be read as standalone fics):

A New Owner (Prequel) (posted Jan 15th)

Troublemaking Ghost (posted in Oct 22)

Christmas Ghost (posted Dec 22)

Ghosty Boy Makes a Move (posted Feb 14)

Ghosted (posted Mar 15)

Easter Shenanigans - (posted Apr 9th)

Jealousy Hauntings - (posted May 15th)

Summer Heat - (posted June 13th)

Lonesome Ghost - (posted July 15th)

Ghosty Boy and Sungjin - (posted Aug 15th)

Watching You - (posted Oct 14th) - Mature Content

Holiday Hauntings - (posted Dec 15th)

Let me know if you would like to be tagged!

[newpathwrites]

Series Masterlist Main Masterlist

Cyar’ika (prequel)

“Oh, he’s not my husband. We’re good friends - we work together.”

“Could have fooled me,” she responded with mirth, offering you a sip of water. “That man was very concerned for you, missy.”

You swallowed the cool drink gratefully and looked over at him with a fond expression. “Yeah, he’s a lot sweeter than he looks.”

“Sweet to you, maybe,” the woman scoffed. “The poor surgeon nearly soiled his pants. Let’s just say your good friend exudes a rather murderous aura when he’s anxious about his work partner.”

Summary: Din saves your life, and you begin to worry he may have feelings you can’t return…

Note: This prequel is set several years into Din and Cyar’ika’s partnership, about one year before they took the marriage vows and removed the helmet. Why had Din essentially been calling his platonic work partner “sweetheart”?

This could be read as a standalone if you haven’t read the main story.

Warnings: Blood/injury, partial non-sexual nudity.

Read on AO3

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It was a stupid, stupid mistake.  You should have known better.  But in the moment, you’d pulled the knife out of your chest without thinking.

Din’s helmet had turned toward you as blood seeped from the wound just under your breast.  And somehow despite the expressionless visor, you could see the abject fear in his rigid posture.  Kriff… if Din was scared, the man who scoffed at blaster wounds and his own burned flesh, then you must be a goner.

His image blurred as he rushed toward you, and your vision went black…

Suddenly the structures around you were swimming, and you became vaguely aware that Din was carrying you toward the ship.  Wait, when did he pick you up?   If your brain had been receiving adequate circulation you might have been embarrassed by the ‘damsel in distress’ role you were playing right now.  How did this happen again?

And then next you knew, Din’s modulated voice was cutting through the static that had filled your mind, and a gloved hand nudged your cheek. When did you get to the bunk?

“Stay with me, cyar’ika.  Talk to me.”

Ah, there it was again , you thought with muddled amusement.  That word he’d been calling you lately.  

Your mouth felt like cotton as you finally went to speak.  “Din…”

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He breathed out an immediate sigh of relief at the sound of your voice.  You were still with him… for now, at least.

Ripping the side of your shirt open to better visualize the wound, Din’s blood ran cold at the sight.  The hole in your chest was much deeper than he realized, blood soaking the fabric of your underclothes.  He spoke again apologetically and with a renewed sense of urgency.  “Cyar’ika, I’m going to have to cut off your… covering…”

Days from now, when you were recovered and lucid enough to recall this moment, you’d poke fun at his unwillingness to speak the words ‘breast band’.  

But right now, you just wanted to live to see another day.  “It’s fine,” you forced out, short of breath.  “Do what you need to…”  Stars, something really didn’t feel right…

“Hey…” he raised his voice to keep you alert as he started cutting away the obscuring fabric with the blade he kept in his boot.  “Come on,” he said, calling your name.  “Keep talking to me.”

Gosh, the blood loss was making you loopy.   You chuckled in spite of yourself, inhibitions relaxed.  “It’s only fair, huh?  Since I cut off… your pants that time… Remember?  The blaster shot… to the groin…”

As long as you were talking, you were alive, so he supposed he’d just have to humor this unfortunate  topic of conversation.  “Yeah, I remember.”  It was absolutely mortifying.  How could he forget?  “You saved my life.”

You smirked lightly as he started applying the Bacta gel to the deepest parts of the wound.  “Din…” you started again, groaning in pain between stuttered breaths.  “Did I ever tell you… what you said to me… while you were high on Bacta…?”

Din wasn’t sure he wanted to know, but at least your mouth was still moving - thank the Maker… He distracted himself with preparing the cautery device.  “No, I don’t think you did.”

You flinched as the cauterizer touched the edge of the wound, gritting your teeth against the painful jolts of electricity.  Din could barely stand to see you in so much pain, but he reassured you as best he could - comfort wasn’t really part of his skill set.  

“I’m so sorry,” he said your name soothingly, mimicking how he might calm Grogu.  “You’re doing great… Alright, we’re done.”  He dropped the cauterizer and cupped the side of your face for a moment in apology.  “Go on… Keep talking, cyar’ika… Tell me what I said when I got the Bacta.”

You managed a weak smile, face so pale it threatened to make him sick.  But your light hadn’t gone out quite yet - the warmth he’d come to know so well still evident in your expression.  Finally, you spoke, imitating his voice rather hilariously (if these had been better circumstances, anyway), though now reduced nearly to a breathless whisper.  “You said…, ‘Cyar’ika… you’re the only person… who’s been in my pants… in years .’… You thought you were… very funny… I swore to myself… I’d never tell you...  You’d be… so embarrassed…”  Realization hit you then, even in your confused state.  “Oh… sorry…”

But Din didn’t have time for humiliation when he was still scared out of his kriffing mind.  He’d perseverate on that bit of knowledge later - when you were patched up and out of danger.  He could not lose you…

He paused as he pulled a few bandages out of the med kit and observed you for a moment before questioning urgently, “Can you not breathe?”  Your chest definitely wasn’t heaving like that before, and he could see the muscles around your ribs straining with each breath.

Now that he mentioned it, you were suddenly struck with the self-awareness that, in fact, it was becoming quite difficult to breathe - as if one side of your chest was empty.  Dank farrik, that was bad, right?

You could only nod, air harder and harder to come by.

Din swore under his breath, and suddenly a gloved hand was clamped forcefully over your eyes as you heard the familiar hiss of his helmet’s catch releasing and felt a warm face and ear pressed up against your bare chest.  What in the kriff was he doing?   You struggled against him lamely, completely confused and bewildered in the moment, but he quickly pulled away, releasing the hand obscuring your vision as the helmet was pulled back down over his chin and a string of expletives left his mouth.

“No air getting to your lung on that side.  Could be collapsed.”  Or worse, drowning in your own blood.   He quickly unwrapped the cloak from his neck and used it to cover you up.  “There’s a med center in the next city over.  I’ll fly us there.”

You reached for his hand as he pulled away to head to the cockpit, whispering with labored breath, “Thank you… sweetheart…”  He froze.  Well, this was awkward.  “Sorry… I don’t know… what I’m saying… anymore…”

But instead of stalking off in disgust to set the course, he shook his head and chuckled warmly.

“Are you… laughing at me… while I’m dying?”  His reaction was confusing you, but your brain felt like mush at this point, anyway.

He leaned down and pressed his helmet to your forehead.  “You’re not dying on my watch, Cyar’ika.  But I have to get us in the air now .”

The terror was still there in his voice, but if he could  laugh, it couldn’t be too dire, right?

“Okay…”  You squeezed his hand before releasing it.  “What’s… so funny?”

He shouted back to you as he jogged toward the cockpit.  “Later… You won’t remember if I tell you now.”

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When you next regained consciousness, you felt dry as a bone, throat parched.  You weren’t restrained, but your movement felt somewhat restricted, and you could feel wires and tubing around your chest and arms.  Ah, you must have made it to the med center, then.

Breathing hurt, but it was no longer strained, so they must have patched you up already.  Where was Din?

You managed to pry your eyes open to see that you were now wearing a hospital gown.  Kriff   - Din didn’t carry you in here half naked, did he?  

You lifted your head up to take in your surroundings.  Din’s beloved, ratty old cloak - there it was, folded neatly on the window ledge across from your stretcher.  Now you remembered - he’d wrapped you up in it before carrying your limp body into the hospital waiting area.  What a sight you must have been…

“You’re awake!”  The cheerful voice of a middle aged nurse floated in from the doorway.  “Now don’t try to sit up on your own just yet - let me lift the head of the bed for you.”

You looked toward her as she rounded the room to hit a button at the side of the stretcher which slowly lifted your upper half into an upright position.  “Where is…?”

“Your husband?”  She gestured to the back corner of the room as she fiddled with your IV, and you finally saw Din reclined uncomfortably in a chair much too small, chin of his helmet resting on his chest.  “Tired himself out pacing the hallway.”

You shook your head slightly, neck still stiff from laying flat on your back for so long, grinning with some amusement.  “Oh, he’s not my husband.  We’re good friends - we work together.”

“Could have fooled me,” she responded with mirth, offering you a sip of water.  “That man was very concerned for you, missy.”

You swallowed the cool drink gratefully and looked over at him with a fond expression.  “Yeah, he’s a lot sweeter than he looks.”

“Sweet to you, maybe,” the woman scoffed.  “The poor surgeon nearly soiled his pants.  Let’s just say your good friend exudes a rather murderous aura when he’s anxious about his work partner.”

“ Dank farrik …” you groaned, head dropping briefly into your hands.  “I’m sorry… I’ll have him apologize.  Truly, he’s a bit gruff in his delivery, but he’s a very gentle man, under… all of that…”. You gestured vaguely toward his resting form.

The discerning woman hummed in some disbelief.  “If you say so…  Ah, speak of the devil!”

Din, who had just begun to rouse, startled at the unnecessarily loud exclamation, bolting upright and looking around frantically as he remembered the previous day’s events.  His visor locked on you immediately, and he jumped up to approach the stretcher so quickly, the shocked nurse took a full step backwards.  He ignored her.  “Cyar’ika…”

“Din…” You reached for his hand, and he gladly obliged.  It was a sweet relief to see you looking like yourself again.

The woman looked between you with a knowing smile.  “Right, then… I’ll just give you some privacy.  Ring if you need me.”

You looked at her and nodded in gratitude before turning your attention back to your Mandalorian.

Din’s visor trickled over your form, reassuring himself that you really were on the mend, before finally moving back to your face.  “I was so worried about you…”  

You’d never heard his voice quite this soft and affectionate.  It almost brought tears to your eyes.  

“You took very good care of me, Din.”  You squeezed his hand and gazed into his visor lovingly, trying to convey without words just how much it meant to you.  But it wasn’t enough.  “Help me stand up?”

He went about the task immediately, assuming you needed to urgently use the fresher, one hand placed firmly at the middle of your back to reduce the strain on your injury and the other slipping under your legs to help you pivot into a sitting position on the edge of the bed.  As soon as you were sitting upright, he helped you adjust your gown to ensure you were fully covered on all sides and tightened the knot behind your neck that kept the thin fabric from slipping off your shoulders.  You hadn’t even asked him to do that.

Stars , this gentleness and care that he was extending to you right now filled your heart with a warmth you hadn’t felt for a very long time - maybe even since leaving your family home almost twenty standard years ago…

His hands slipped under your armpits and gripped your sides firmly, mindfully avoiding your wound.  “Ready?  One, two, three… Up…”

He held on for a moment longer as you adjusted to the sudden postural change, swaying a bit in his hold.  But you got your bearings eventually, and his hands fell to his sides as he began to step away, leaving you an unobstructed path to the small fresher by the door.

But you reached a hand out to pull him back in front of you.  The visor turned to you expectantly, confused by the action.

Slowly, giving him time to stop you if he wanted, you reached your hands up to each side of his helmet and pulled his forehead down to yours.  “This is a meaningful gesture for Mandalorians, yes?” you asked softly.

The question took him by surprise.  He hadn’t realized you’d caught on to its significance.  “Yeah,” he replied roughly.  “It’s called a Keldabe kiss.  It can be used to convey care, affection, comradery…”  He hoped you didn’t take it the wrong way, but you two seemed to have a mutual understanding regarding the platonic nature of your relationship.

You pulled back and smiled before placing a light kiss to the cheek of his helmet and wrapping your arms around his torso.  He was rigid at first, unused to this type of physical affection, prompting you to ask quickly, “Is this ok?”

He didn’t answer verbally but finally lifted his arms to wrap around your back as he mentally adjusted to the idea - this was a new thing for him.  But stars , it was good to feel your heart beating so strongly against his palms after watching you nearly bleed out just a couple days prior.

“Thank you, Din…”. You hugged him tighter, fitting your head under the chin of his helmet.

“You’ve done the same, cyar’ika.”  He couldn’t help a little dry joke now that you were more yourself, adding, “What would I do with that enormous ship of yours if I lost you, anyway?”

You chuckled.  “Admit it… you love that ship.  You pilot more than I do these days.”

“True… you got me there…”  Was it weird that this prolonged physical contact wasn’t really bothering him?   He’d just have to place that thought aside… The hug felt comfortable, and that’s all he needed to understand at this moment.

“Hey, Din…” you spoke softly into his chest plate.

“Hmmm…?” he hummed, weirdly relaxed in this unfamiliar embrace.

“You need to apologize to that poor doctor for scaring him half to death…”

You felt his chest rumble with barely contained laughter.  “That was not my fault.  He was particularly faint-hearted for a surgeon , and I was stressed, alright?  I can’t help the beskar… ”

You finally pulled back to look at him.  “Just apologize… please?”

He paused for effect before responding.  Only you could make him do such a thing.  “Fine.”  You could imagine him rolling his eyes behind the visor, but there was a smile in his voice.

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After several hours more of observation, you were given the green light to head home with strict orders to rest for at least a full standard week.  Din, of course, took note of all restrictions and assured the medical team that he would ensure compliance under threat of force.  Dank farrik … you’d have to remind him that strangers didn’t understand his brand of humor…. “He’s joking… I swear…”

But he redeemed himself soon thereafter.  While the elderly surgeon shook like a leaf at the sight of the fully armored Mandalorian moving to stand directly before him, Din offered an outstretched hand, extending his sincerest gratitude for saving your life and, as promised, a grudging apology for causing the poor man any undue distress.

“Well,” the anxious man started as his quaking limbs calmed, “You’re very welcome, Mando.  You did a decent job of patching her up yourself with what you had available.”  The man turned to you and winked kindly.  “Don’t pull out the knife next time.”  He gave you each a pointed look as he turned toward the door, as if imparting some sage wisdom.  “You take good care of each other, now. ”

And with that, you were free to go.  At your insistence, Din was sent away to arrange appropriate transportation to the shipyard while the kind, though rather overbearing, nurse helped you get cleaned up and dressed in fresh clothes.

“You and your Mandalorian were looking pretty cozy earlier.  I was surprised you insisted that he not help you get ready.”  She fastened your breast band securely over your bandages before helping to pull your shirt over your head, adding with a bit of sarcasm, “I mean, he cut half your clothes off before he brought you in here, anyway.  No secrets there…”

Ah, yes .  Your male work partner and closest friend had now seen quite a bit of you naked… How kind of her to remind you…   You’d seen bare parts of him before, too, under very similar circumstances.  Ultimately, it was just body parts - not an entirely comfortable thing if you thought about it too hard but really not a big deal in the context of saving a life.

You sighed - you really didn’t find this an appropriate conversation, but the woman meant no harm.  “I’ll admit we are oddly comfortable with each other.  But when given the option, I think we’d both prefer that he not be involved in this.”  You looked at her pointedly, hoping she’d get the hint that this topic be put to rest.

But Maker was she single-minded.

“Mark my words,” she stated with an overconfident air.  “You’ll find love with that man within the year… I’m sure of it.”  She smiled and raised her eyebrows.  “I have a bit of a gift for predicting these things.”

“Oh,” you huffed, amused by the irony but still annoyed that she just wouldn’t let this go.  “I’ve certainly already done that .”

The woman paused and looked back at you with an incredulous expression.  “So what is it then?  Does he not feel the same way?”

You were quick to answer.  “No, I’m rather certain he does.”  

She stared at you blankly for a moment.  Nothing about you or your strangely affectionate relationship with your Mandalorian work partner made any logical sense.

“So you love him… and he loves you… and you’re good friends ?”  It almost sounded like mockery.

You nodded - all of this was true, but most people just wouldn’t understand it.  “Truly, yes .  If that ever changes, I’ll come back here and let you have your victory, but honestly… I’m just not built for romance.  The bond we have is platonic, and I am very happy with that just as it is.”

The woman was lost in confused contemplation for a moment, trying to make sense of it all.  Finally, she shrugged in surrender.  “You two are peculiar… but I’ll forgive it because you’re so kriffing sweet together.  But let me tell you, missy - I’m quite sure you’re not just good friends to him .”

What?  Oh… no… That last statement hit you like a freighter.

Your feelings for Din were absolutely platonic…  But you’d never considered the possibility that he might harbor romantic feelings for you - ones that you could never reciprocate.

Maker… If the woman was right… things were going to get very uncomfortable…. 

It was probably best to just put the idea out of your mind for now, unless Din brought it up himself.  But stars , that might be easier said than done.

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Recovery back on the ship was quite a bit more difficult than you’d anticipated.  

After bounty hunting alone for nearly two decades before partnering with Din, having no choice but to depend on another person (and a man, at that) for every little damn thing was an annoyance that hit deep in your very independent soul.

Din had been wonderful about it, but you weren’t stupid - you knew exactly what he was doing… the sweet man.  He knew you too well.

Din was always watching, intervening the moment it became clear you needed assistance and not a second before to preserve some illusion of self-sufficiency - just materializing when you needed him and leaving your side as soon as you didn’t, knowing how much it pained you to ask for help with basic daily activities.  He was, after all, an experienced, former loner - just like you.

Dressing and bathing was, of course, the bantha in the room.  Without even making mention of the uncomfortable conundrum, which you’d both strictly avoided addressing once back on the ship, Din had flown to Sorgan under the guise of providing a real rest on a peaceful planet.  But once planetside, his kind friend Omera took one look at your bandages and unkempt clothing and immediately offered any womanly assistance you required.  You realized quickly upon noting her fiercely maternal ways that Din had likely predicted she’d do just that.  The sly man…

Within a few days, though, you’d regained significantly more function, and your visit came to a reluctant end, several jobs still pending since your injury had sidelined things.

“You know, Mando came back here just once after Grogu left him, in that fancy starfighter of his.”  You and Omera watched him bidding goodbye to the village children who’d gathered to see you off, much more interested in their Mandalorian savior than the boring, unarmored woman who’d accompanied him.  “He was heartbroken.  You didn’t need to see his face to know it.”

Din had told you about Grogu, though you’d not yet met the child.  Fortunately, Luke Skywalker now allowed him to visit from time to time, and you gathered it did much to heal the wound in his heart.

You nodded knowingly.  “When we first started working together, he seemed… incredibly lonely…  But he’s much happier since he’s been able to see Grogu once in a while.”

Omera looked at you and smiled broadly as if she was in on some joke to which you weren’t privy.  “I’m sure it helps…”.  She gave you a pointed look through her eyelashes.  “But you , my friend, have been very good for him.”

Oh, you knew what she was insinuating - that thing you’d decided not to think about…

“Omera,” you started cautiously.  “You know him better than most…. Do you honestly think he has feelings for me?  I worry…”

She cut you off with a huff of laughter.  “You worry ?  Stars , if I should only be so lucky.”  She paused, shaking her head, and looked you in the eyes.  “Look - he’s different with you… that’s all I can really say.  But I’ll be honest that once I saw you two interacting so… easily… comfortably… I wondered how it was possible that you not have a more intimate relationship.  Maybe it’s not romance, but it’s something .  And it looks good on you both .”

Well, she wasn’t wrong, was she?  There was something between you, though you struggled to define what that something was.  But it felt right , either way.  No person had ever felt like home the way Din did for you now.  

You still worried about the possibility of mismatched intentions, but if the current state of things was mutually fulfilling, then maybe the exact nature of his feelings didn’t much matter…

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Getting back to work and your daily routine was an enormous relief.  Your wounds had healed up quite nicely, and you were glad to find that your misfortune in being seriously injured by a bounty hadn’t resulted in any overwhelming, trauma-borne anxiety.

You hadn’t expected the dreams.  They came in bits and pieces, flashbacks of that day’s events.  They weren’t nightmares, really - just lost memories resurfacing, inserting themselves back into your consciousness.

And it was during one of these dreams that you more vividly recalled what had happened in this very bunk - Din frantically working on your injuries, recognizing the dire urgency of the situation, and heading to the cockpit to fly you to the medical center…

Dank farrik.

You called him ‘sweetheart’.

And he… laughed?  What kind of reaction was that ?

Well, damn it … Now you were going to have to ask him about it…

You found a quiet moment between jobs to broach the topic, turning away from the controls to face him where he sat in one of the passenger seats going over some maps.

“Hey, Din…”. You tapped his boot lightly, and the visor immediately turned toward your face.

“Cyar’ika…”  The helmet tilted to let you know he was listening.

Where to even start?

“Do you, uhmmm… remember something I said before you flew me to the medical center?”  You avoided looking at the visor, afraid to meet his eyes.

A warm chuckle, much like that from your memory, trickled through the modulator.  “When you called me ‘sweetheart’?  That thing you said?”

“ Maker… Yeah, that thing…” you mumbled in embarrassment.  “You said that you’d tell me later why it was so funny.  Can you… tell me now?”

His posture straightened, as if suddenly he was the one on the spot, fidgeting nervously with his hands.  “Uhhh… okay…”

He hesitated a long while, and you gestured for him to continue.  This conversation was painfully embarrassing enough - better to be done with it.

“It was amusing because… the word ‘Cyar’ika’ in Mando’a… it means ‘sweetheart’…”. He looked down at his lap, awaiting your reaction, but a reaction never came, so he charged on.  “I’ve been afraid to tell you… in case you got the wrong idea…”

Finally, you interjected.  “The wrong idea?”

He looked up - clearly you were neither angry nor elated based on your tone.  That was a good sign.

Leaning forward, arms resting on his knees, he explained.  “Mandalorians don’t really use names - they’re not important to us.  We mostly refer to each other by title or relation… so using your name always feels a little… insufficient?”  He wasn’t sure that he was explaining this right, but it appeared you were following.

“In my mind, I was wanting to give you a title… But the word ‘friend’ in Mando’a doesn’t adequately express the way I feel about you…”  Oh, no… This could be heading into dangerous territory…. “ Nobody knows me the way you do.  You’re the closest friend I’ve ever had… You’re like…”

“Family.”  The word left your lips before you could stop it.

Of course, Din wasn’t in love with you, thank the stars .  He loved you like family .  And the feeling was mutual.

“Yeah,” he murmured, that same softness from the med center sounding again in his voice.  “Anyway, the word ‘Cyar’ika’ is normally used for romantic partners, but it conveys a kind of affection that the word ‘friend’ does not.  If that bothers you… I won’t use it anymore…”

“No, no… I like it,” you reassured him, eyes sparkling.  “It’s very sweet.”  You gave him a mischievous look, adding, “Should I make a habit of calling you ‘sweetheart’, then?”

You couldn’t help but laugh as his posture went rigid and he struggled to find words to politely decline.

You took mercy on him, laying a hand briefly on his knee.  “I’m kidding , Din.  Though, I can’t promise it won’t slip out once in a while - old habit from my home planet.”

“Good,” he huffed with humor.  “I’ve got a reputation to uphold, you know...”

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And so you and your Mandalorian were family.  You couldn’t possibly need anything more.  

But you would get it, anyway.

Much as that overly familiar nurse predicted, you would find something new together within the year.  It might not be romance, but the catalyst that would spur an entirely new connection between you was coming, and you could never have imagined the kind of happiness that would come with it.

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As always, thanks for reading!

Next chapter

[bomberqueen17]

New Work: Fit For Pearls now a series

Due to my failure to anticipate quite how much of Fit For Pearls there was going to be, I made some structural choices, and so instead of just having straight-ahead sequels I gotta go back and fill in some earlier material.

Instead of literally any of the things I meant to, I very quickly wrote this backfill story set in late summer of 1271, because it was for some reason easier to do than any of the complicated stuff I need to do. Listen this is my idea of being gentle with myself.

So I present to you, in atonement for a blank Friday, this nice little Monday update of a standalone short prequel.

The Boy General, on AO3.

Yeah mostly this is me being like “CDPR please google how military ranks work and what a division is” to go alongside my overarching thesis of “CDPR, this book character was described as a child in 1268 why is he 45 in 1271?”

[Here is the quick result of my research:  1) officers: start as lieutenant -> captain -> major -> lt. colonel -> colonel -> major general -> lieutenant general -> general - maybe a marshal?. (in different systems there may be more fine gradations of generalship but there are gonna be like five guys who get that far for it to matter anyway; this is the basic outline.)  2) an Army or Group is made of several Corps commanded by a lieutenant general or general, and a Corps is made of a handful of Divisions commanded by a major general or maybe lieutenant general, and a Division is commanded by a colonel or major general at most, and so if Morvran is 1) 18, 2) a general, and 3) in command of a division, something is sort of hinky. Before you protest that the modern US Army is not the same as the Nilfgaardian Army, no I know, but Sapkowski organized his shit this way too because guess what, he was writing about WWII, at least in part, and people who miss that do miss a lot of the point of the books. And military ranks work the way they do for reasons, but. Whatever. Okay. Here.]

anyway. i still have to go make Fit For Pearls into a series. I’ll get there. Meanwhile here.

“I’m sure,” Braibant said, “that you’ve had very high expectations placed on you for most of your life, and as such you likely believe that it’s possible to do everything perfectly. But that’s just not how war works, Voorhis.”

The mask fell away, and just for a moment, the boy looked at him with huge, tragic eyes, unnervingly pale blue, tired and frightened. Braibant bit down ruthlessly on his desire to embrace the poor child, and just looked back at him. Voorhis pulled himself together after a moment, setting his jaw, and if he couldn’t quite get the tragic look out of his eyes at least he broke the eye contact. “Well,” he said, and it was a little hollow but he was making a credible stab at resolute, “I still have room for improvement.”

[bookloveravenue]

LSU (book 0.5): Collided by Becca Steele

When my mother told me she was getting married, I had no idea just how much my life would change.

Her new husband does his best to make me feel welcome, but his son is a different story. Huxley Granger is rude and aggressive, and from the moment we collide, he makes it clear that he loathes me.

Then, something happens. An event that alters everything between us.

I find myself looking at him in a different way.

A way I shouldn’t be looking at the person who has been so hostile to me from the beginning. A way I shouldn’t be looking at the one person I’m not allowed to have.

Even though I tell myself to forget him, I can’t get him out of my head.

And I could be wrong, but I think he might have the same problem.

I know I should stay away.

I should.

But I won’t.

Collided is an M/M new adult romance with enemies to lovers themes. It is a prequel to the LSU series. Each book in the series can be read as a standalone.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/122994669-collided

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July 4, 2023

My Review: 5/5 Stars

Was so excited to get my hands on this book! I’ve been looking forward to this story since reading the other two LSU books, plus the sneak peek in the Anti-Valentine anthology! Cole and Huxley finds themselves in a difficult position. Cole’s mom and Huxley’s dad spring on them the fact that they are together (and have been for a little while) and are about to get married. Cole didn’t see it coming. Last thing he knew about David was that he was married and his mom’s boss. And Huxley knew his parents weren’t happy but didn’t realize how bad until his dad announces a new relationship and Huxley’s mom leaves him behind with no backwards glance. So to say they don’t exactly like one another and the situation is a bit of an understatment. However, despite the dislike, there is also a subtle attraction between them. And when Huxley gets into a car accident and Cole is there to help them, they push their anger aside and actually get a chance to know one another. And in doing so they begin to fall for one another. Hard. But being stepsiblings and having a romantic relationship? Bit of a challenge when they know it doesn’t exactly look or sound right. But as their feelings for one another grow, it will be hard to see why they should worry about their parents and what others may think. Loved Huxley and Cole. Opposites in a lot of ways, they also have a lot in common. And when they are together the chemistry is as clear as day. A great little prequel to this series. And I’m looking forward to more!

I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.

[thelogbookproject]

The Unity of Skovlan, Entry 2: The Unity War

The Unity of Skovlan is an upcoming unofficial supplement to Blades In The Dark about the fall and rise of the Skovlander people. This series explores what it is all about in the leadup to its September release.

Today, I’ll be talking about The Unity War campaign in overview. It is, at its heart, a prequel campaign to Blades in the Dark. It is especially meant as a prequel to Fractured Unity, but it can lead into an ordinary Blades game. It can also be played as a standalone experience.

In The Unity War, the players will take on the role of Alx Squad, a group of seven Soldiers as part of an Independent Unit — a type of force in the Skovlander military that is essentially a free-floating group of soldiers who are moved around the island to complete special tasks and achieve objectives while the main armies try to hold the front lines. The seven Soldiers of Alx Squad are set, though players will have some ability to customize them. They are Calibri, Fane, Gaeyl, Garm, Kelld, Maela, and Tillery, and each is entirely unique, not built out of any particular scoundrel playbook, though some resemble certain archetypes. Alx Squad is not the main characters of the war as told in history — in fact, history has mostly forgotten them already. They aren’t the iconic heroes of the war. They won’t change the tide of the conflict. What they do accomplish, they’ll manage in obscurity. That doesn’t mean their victories don’t mean anything, however. The things they achieve on their Missions might matter, just not enough that their names have made it into legend.

The game is played in Missions, over the three Periods of the War. In each Period, there are several available Missions, only one of which will be mandatory. Each time the players begin a Mission, they’ll choose a Soldier from the squad to play, often not the one they may have just been playing. Ownership of the Soldiers in communal, rather than individual. They’ll play the Mission, trying to achieve Objectives, in order to earn Valor, which can be used to heal Stress or Harm between Missions, improve Soldiers’ abilities, or buy new Missions or Legacies. Because it is not free to heal Soldiers, groups will likely need to use all seven Soldiers to get through all the available Missions, and the rules encourage switching up who each person is playing. This is not a personal story of any Soldier individually. It is the Squad’s story.

Each Mission is presented in such a way to inspire creativity and expansion while also providing supporting structures and rules to make running the Missions easy, exciting, and unique. I’m extremely proud of the structure I’ve developed, and I genuinely think I’ve developed the best version yet of providing an “adventure” for a Forged in the Dark game.

Over the 36 years of the War, the players will accrue Valor, and while they’ll spend a lot of it going on Missions, healing, and improving their skills, the most important thing (in the long term) that they’ll buy are Legacies. These are the items that do, or will, carry legendary value to Skovlander history and culture. These are the objects that history will write about, and they provide the window by which history might remember Alx Squad. Each is a unique piece of gear with a special power granted to its wearer, but even more importantly, the Legacies are meant to follow the group when they transition from The Unity War to Fractured Unity. Each one has an alternate special ability that comes into play when used in Doskvol, meaning that the work done in Skovlan during the War campaign contributes directly to a greater starting position for the Echoes (or whatever crew the Legacies wind up in the hands of), even if no one plays any of the Soldiers after the War (if any even survive the whole time and are still in any condition to fight a revolution after nearly four decades of warfare).

Combining these systems of Missions, a collectively owned Squad, Legacies, and Valor, The Unity War is a unique way to play a Forged in the Dark game, and stands much farther from base Blades than Fractured Unity does. It still uses the system’s base mechanics and doesn’t re-explain them, but the fundamentals of The Unity War will eventually make for an exceptional standalone campaign game. I have one in development, though it will take a looooong time to get there.

It would be remiss of me to not mention the other Forged in the Dark war story campaign game out there: Band of Blades. I’m aware it must not be the only one, but it’s the big one. A lot of my design philosophy in developing The Unity War was informed by constrast with Band of Blades. I respect a lot of Band of Blades’ design, and I think that much of what it does that I don’t care for is done carefully and with intention, it just creates a different game experience from what I’m looking for in The Unity War. Specifically, BoB is densely crunchy and full of management subsystems, centering on an often-rotating and nearly-faceless array of soldiers, zooming in and out between full war-scale thought and desperate, deadly experiences for a bunch of characters who are easily discarded. It’s a horror story. The Unity War, on the other hand, is meant to be more lightweight than core Blades, centering on a single crew who are passed around the table but stay consistent, with outright death a rarity. There is no management of the War from a macro level, and the game’s length is variable to allow for as short or long a campaign as the players want before diving into Fractured Unity. It isn’t a horror story — while “the horrors of war” are definitely an element, The Unity War is a story about futility. It’s about trying and caring and putting everything you have on the line, and no matter how much you win, you will lose the War.

Next time, I’ll be breaking down Fractured Unity, the natural follow-through to The Unity War!

The Unity War releases for PWYW on September 1, 2023. Check out https://tinyurl.com/tuos-details for the rest of this series! Sign up for my Patreon at https://patreon.com/thelogbookproject for a preview, and full early access to the game as of July 1st. See you Friday!