#rix x reader

[imagobin]

heyyy!! can u do headcanons of dragon king x a nine tailed fox reader?? thanks in advance!!

Of course! Always a pleasure to write more about Dragon King! Sorry this took a bit- school eugh, but heck yeah, a nine tailed fox sounds adorable! Hope you enjoy this!

The Kitsune banner is NOT my art, it's by Nicolas Rix

🌊Dragon King x Nine Tailed Fox!Reader HCs🌊

Look into the water:

It was a very sunny day, and you were just running and having fun by yourself on the beach in your humanoid form, just being yourself and enjoying the sun rays, unaware that someone was looking at you from the water.

Dragon King was immediately entranced by your beauty. He didn't understand why or how this happened, but your white fur and your fluffy tails had his heart beat fast. He can't deny that as much as he despises the sunlight due to his sensitive skin, he absolutely loves how your fur looks in the sun.

He tried to get closer to you by swimming up to the shore, his iridescent scales reflecting the light of the sun, in a way that instantly caught your attention. This... was not really in his plans, he wanted to make some big entrance, and instead he panicked when he saw you make your way near the sea.

You looked into the water to inspect what was so sparkly in it, and to your surprise, you saw a pair of eyes looking right back at you. You started screaming, and Ao Guang did too, and then began to apologize for startling you. He was a bit embarrassed that his plan to act cool had been totally foiled, but his curiosity in you did not subside.

After that awkward start, you two did manage to have a somewhat normal first conversation though. The Dragon King was surprisingly quite the charming man, funny, and also extremely pompous... you liked that.

I want you by my side:

It really didn't take a long time for you two to start dating, even if at first it was a little awkward since you lived on land and he couldn't stay out of the water for very long unless he was inside a bath, which made things... awkward.

Still, you two persevered. Ao Guang really wanted you specifically to date him, and (although he wouldn't tell you yet) he was also hoping you'd be willing to rule the Eastern Sea with him.

He can't do much for his skin condition, but you do have shapeshifting powers as a nine tailed fox, so you began practicing to do one specific thing: making your body better suited to stay underwater.

You started with learning to shapeshift gills so you could breathe underwater, and then also make your fur hydrophobic, so you wouldn't feel weighed down by the water!

When you showed Dragon King what you'd learned to do, he almost teared up, and dramatically began fanning his face to calm himself down keep himself from getting emotional. This truly meant the world to him. Now you two could finally stay closer for so much longer!

Some fluff:

Dragon king absolutely loves cuddling with you. Your fur is just so nice to brush his fingers through, and your nine tails make for the PERFECT blanket!

Kisses are great, but the specific thing that gets him all giddy is booping your fox nose with his! The feeling of that small action never fails to make him giggle.

One other thing that makes him go absolutely crazy is whenever you place your paw/hand on his chest and nuzzle his neck fur. Every time you do that, Ao Guang just wishes you'd never stop laying on him like that.

Dragon King also loves your big, soft ears; he likes to be cheeky and lightly brush his finger on them to see you instinctively flick them. Some other time he will instead give you gentle scritches behind them, and that always feels so wonderful.

He definitely loves getting you gifts too; they're always very expensive because he's a king, he can definitely afford it! Jewelry of any kind, beautiful clothes, expensive food, he can get it all for you.

[firebenderwolf]

Ruca Rumble Headcannons (Michael ‘Riz’ Ariza)

HEADCANNON: How the boys would react if you get in a fight. Just the Mayans, not anyone else. 

FIGHT

Not really a fight but you do defend yourself

You were home alone. Riz was somewhere doing something for the club and you were home alone.

So when you heard what sounding like footsteps in the kitchen and male voices, you kinda freaked out

Which resulted in you grabbing your 9 mm glock that was in your bedside table and slowly crept to the door

You peaked out and saw a dark hooded figure walking in the hall.

You lifted your gun and shot out, as the figure yells out and goes down. Two more figures come over and spot you as you run

You swing your gun and hits one figure in the face as the other figure grabs you by the wrist

You yell and lean down and bite the wrist as the figure throws you down as he cradles his wrist

Managing to scramble to your feet, you run past them as the second figure, the one you hit with the gun chases you. You manage to grab a knife from the knife holder and try and slice at the guy. He dodges but you punch him when he tries to grab you as you drop the knife and run out the door

Right into a chest

You look up and see your twin brother EZ

“Y/N what’s wrong?!”

“Three guys try to come after me!” You yell as his eyes widen

“They were only supposed to check on you not scare you!”

“Wait what?” 

“Angel, Coco and Gilly were asked by Riz to check on you.”

“uh oh. I shot one”

“Wait what?”

“I shot one of the guys.”

“Yeah you shot me.” You two turn to see Coco walking out with his hand covering the wound

“YOU SHOT ME IN THE ASS!”

AFTERMATH

Everyone was quiet as Angel and EZ bandaged Coco up and you were getting an ice pack for Gilly

So as it turns out, you shot Coco in the ass

And also punched Gilly, with the gun and your fist

And then bit your older brother Angel on his wrist

“Sorry again.” You say handing the ice pack to Gilly who nods

“Don’t say sorry sis. They shouldn’t have scared you.” EZ says as Coco mumbles

“Well I am going to bed. Tell Michael that when he gets here to stick his dick in my ass to wake me up.” You say ignoring your brothers’ shocked faces, Gilly’s scared face and Coco’s interest face

It was about an hour and a half later when you feel a kiss on your cheek and your boyfriend’s soft chuckle

“¿Mi amor, por qué está Coco en la mesa con los pantalones bajados?” (my love, why is Coco on the table with his pants down?)

“Puede que le haya disparado en el culo.” (I may have shot him in the ass)

“Wait you did what now?” 

You chuckle at your boyfriend’s shocked voice as you open your eyes and see your boyfriend sitting by you on his side of the bed

“You asked them to check on me. Which to them meant scare me half to death.”

“So that is why Angel has a mark on his wrist and Gilly has two big bruises on his face?”

“I bit Angel and hit Gilly with my gun and my fist. Also my gun is jammed now.” He laughs at your comment and pulls you into him so you are leaning against him and he leans to kiss your hair

“That’s my girl.”

“Is Coco still moaning and groaning about being shot?” You ask

“Oh yeah. Angel has him sipping a beer to shut him. Anyway, how did the talk with the wedding planner go?” He asks

“Great. She said Taza’s ranch is a perfect place for the venue and it will be the right temperature.”

“Please tell me you aren’t having one of his horses carry the rings down?”

“maybe.”

“Aye. What am I gonna do with you?” He asks squeezing your hand that has a gold band around it.

“Marry me of course.”

“Of course.”

A comfortable silence surrounds you two

“But I am having Maximus carry our rings.”

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[twiceasmanysunbeams]

AUGUSTA FLAVIUS as the FEMME FATALE

They're the kind of dames who can wear floor-length gowns and look completely naked. The kind with hair piled up on their head like compliant serpents, or falling down in smooth lustrous waves. Dames with hard faces and mocking smiles and eyes that sized you up and found you wanting… but you’d do, for now. First, she turns you on. Then, she turns on you.

@gc-appreciationweek

[kenobette]

Accidentally On Purpose: Obi-Wan x Reader

“It’s been hours, Obi-Wan. Don’t you think that the younglings would have made it out by now?”(Y/N)’s voice called out softly to General Kenobi, who sat back on his cloak, just a few feet away from her. 

His one eyelid peered open just enough for him to glance over at her nonchalantly as she broke the long withstanding silence. It had been hours that the two Jedi sat meditating on the icy ground directly across from the gargantuan mouth of Ilum’s Crystal Cave, which earlier that day, swallowed a huddled group of younglings. Obi-Wan and (Y/N) were selected for this mission by the council, because although it did not seem it, the task was highly delicate. 

Force-sensitive children were becoming increasingly difficult to come across, especially with the Sith constantly plotting to intercept retrieval of any such children. Given the current state in the Clone War, it was now more important than ever that the younglings already at the temple complete their training and become full-functioning Jedi. That led Obi-Wan and (Y/N) to where they resided in Ilum, waiting patiently outside of the cave as the children ventured into its depths in search of their kyber crystals. 

“Have faith in them, (Y/N). They may be young, but they are very capable and might just surprise you. Don’t forget, you were in their shoes once,” Obi-Wan replied calmly, his eyelid falling shut as he reverted to clearing his mind in meditation. (Y/N) exhaled shakily, partially from the cold but mostly due to her reserved anxiety. Another few hours passed. The pale sunlight continued to drift away, and gradually, night crept in.

“I do hope they’re alright,” (Y/N) muttered as she rummaged through the leather satchel she’d brought, its contents consisting of the basic necessities for the two of them in case they had happened to end up in the situation they were currently in. Obi-Wan now sat in a more slouched posture, and leaning back on his palm, glanced over his shoulder at (Y/N), who he could sense was an absolute ball of nerves. “I assure you, they are fine. I remember hearing of one batch who once took three days,” he spoke, and as he watched her eyes widen he quickly interjected his own statement, “Not that our younglings will, of course. I simply mean to point out that this is nothing out of the ordinary.”

(Y/N) narrowed her eyes at him for a moment, before rolling her eyes and returning her attention to the bag, which she then pulled a large sleeping bag like apparatus out of. Her hand shoved itself deeper into the satchel, feeling around for the second sleeping bag... and it then dawned upon her. She glanced over her shoulder towards Obi-Wan, clearing her throat shakily before speaking, “Kenobi, did you pack your bedroll in a separate bag?” Knowing her back was turned to him, the tiniest bit of a smirk tugged upward at the corner of his mouth. He replied cooly, “No, everything was placed into yours. What, is something missing?” 

(Y/N)’s eyes shut tightly and she cursed herself internally before turning and standing with the single sleeping bag between her arms, looking down at Obi-Wan. “There’s only one bedroll.” His eyebrows lifted, imitating a surprised expression perfectly. His hand met his chin and he sighed out, stroking his beard as his eyes searched the ground before meeting hers. “I suppose I’ll have to make sufficient use of my cloak for the night. You take the bedroll.” (Y/N) stuttered as she searched for words, sputtering out, “No! I mean, no...” She sighed, slapping her hand against her forehead as it then dragged down her cold-flushed cheek. “No, Obi-Wan. I am not going to let you freeze. I can’t go back to the temple without the younglings and you. I- We will just have to make do.” 

“Are you sure, (Y/N)? If you aren’t comfortable with such a thing, then I wouldn’t wish it,” Obi-Wan asked as he gazed upwards at her with large, understanding eyes speckled with a familiar hint of mischievousness. (Y/N)’s mouth tightened, her hand resting against her hip, “Really, Kenobi? After all we’ve been through, I’m probably a little too comfortable with you.” She then set away to unrolling the sleeping bag on the icy floor, smoothing out the edges and brushing the top off. “Ah yes, we can’t forget what happened on Naboo.” Obi-Wans comment made (Y/N) stop her movements abruptly to turn and glare at him, narrowing her eyes. Thank the stars the last flecks of sunlight were just then dissipating, or else the crimson tint to her cheeks would have been far more noticeable.

“Alright, let’s get settled before nightfall takes full effect and there isn’t a difference between us and the ice-covered statues in this place,” voiced (Y/N) hesitantly, plucking the cover to the sleeping sack open, kicking off her boots one by one, and sitting down on the fleecy inner side of the sleep-sack. She then looked to Obi-Wan, patting the downy cloth beside her, “I don’t bite, you know.” Her comment elicited a nervous chuckle from him as he stepped out of his unlaced boots, lowering himself onto the ground beside her. “I’d say I know, but honestly, sometimes I question it.”

(Y/N)’s face fell, and although it was now pitch black, she could sense Obi-Wan’s sly grin and she promptly smacked his arm. “Maybe I should’ve left you freeze.” She then reached downwards to seal up the sleeping bag until only their faces were exposed to the freezing air. Immediately, the two noticed how close in proximity they were, the tips of their noses mere inches from each other. Their fingertips brushed just barely against their torsos. Her curious eyes met his warm ones, sending a bittersweet chill down her spine. “Cold?” he whispered, his balmy breath fanning across her face. “No, I’ve truly never been warmer- of course I’m cold, wise one,” she whispered bitterly, a hearty chuckle Obi-Wan’s response as her breath tickled his beard. “Here, trust me.”

(Y/N) held her breath as his hand grazed across her waist and gently gripped the fabric of her tunic, his thumb pressing into her side as he pulled her flush against him in one steady movement. His other arm snaked to wrap itself around her shoulders, cradling her against his warm body. (Y/N) released her breath and exhaled contentedly as his heat radiated against her smaller frame, her hand enveloping itself in the folds of his robes for warmth. “Stars, you’re like an exhausted hyperdrive,” she muttered softly, allowing her eyelids to flutter shut. Obi-Wan laughed carefully, avoiding too much movement in fear of stirring (Y/N). “Sleep. We’ve got to be up in time for the younglings to return.” Her only response was a weak nuzzle into his chest, which made his heart tremble over its next beat. His lips pursed into a thin line and then relaxed as he sighed out slowly, leaning downward an inch to press a tender kiss to her forehead. 

Before he knew it, consciousness had evaded him as well.

the next day

Thumping. Far away, but (Y/N) sensed it through the ground.

Her eyelids peeled themselves open as her hand wriggled up from the depths of the sleeping bag to rub the sleep from her eyes. He was the first thing she saw. He was so peaceful, so serene. His face rested, his chapped lips parted just barely as his deep breaths fluctuated in time with the rising and falling of his chest. Against her, she could feel his steady heartbeat. Her fingertips grazed his forehead, gently nudging aside a few stray locks of his tousled hair.

“Um... Master (Y/L/N), are you alright?”

The voice appeared out of nowhere, startling (Y/N) to no end as she jolted and frantically rushed to free herself of Obi-Wan’s clutch and the sleep sack, tripping as she scrambled to her feet. “Why- I- yes-...,” she struggled to find words, quickly running her hands through her hair and clearing her throat as she composed herself best she could. A youngling stared up at her wide-eyed, before bursting into a grin that spread cheek-to-cheek. He practically threw his spread-open palm at her, waving it high in her face to proudly display the small, glinting crystal. “I found mine!”

“I- Congratulations Rix, it’s beautiful,” spoke softly, placing her hand on the young one’s shoulder. A voice came from over (Y/N)’s shoulder, “Yes, Rix. Beautiful.” 

She turned around, moving aside so the youngling could display his finding for the other Jedi, but when she did, his eyes were on her rather than the crystal. “Absolute wonder of the galaxy, isn’t it?” 

[flightlessangelwings]

Equal Partners

Chapter 2/3 - Flashback

Mando x Reader

Warning: mention of past torture and minor character death, mention of past captivity

The Mandalorian landed on a rainy planet on the outer rim with towering buildings and a large bustling city. He didn’t bother to remember the name of where he was; his focus lay solely on the bounty he was after. It was the usual routine for him: travel to some planet, find the target, and take take of it. But, there was something on this planet that would change his life forever, he just didn’t know it yet.

He made his way through the city streets and noticed how abundant gambeling, spice, and slaves were in this area. Every other doorway he passed led into a colorfully lit space or a party with loud music blasting out of the walls. He ignored anyone who tried to grab his attention and kept his focus on his bounty. The bounty itself came from one of the top leaders of the area, and it was worth a lot, so that was all that Mando wanted from this place.

Rain clanked against the beskar as Mando found himself in a shady area of the city. He held the puck in his hand as he navigated the darkened streets. Eventually, a group of younglings noticed him and bounced up to him to ask why a Mandalorian was in this part of the city. He tried to brush them off so he could continue alone, but they were persistent.

“I’m looking for someone,” Mando finally caved, but gave as little information as possible and kept his guard up.

“We can help! We know these streets,” a chorus of the kids and teenagers responded back as they tried to lead the bounty hunter in a different direction. 

Mando was reluctant to trust them, but after hours of scouring the city, he had no other leads. He gave the group a small nod to tell him to lead the way. He didn’t make it far, however, when a hooded figure, you, sprang out of the shadows and grabbed him by the arm. Mando was about to draw his blaster, but you raised your finger to your lips in a shushing motion and he was able to get a glimpse of your eyes. 

You spoke, “Shh, listen to me,” your voice was low so that the group ahead couldn’t hear, “Don’t trust them. Follow me.”

The bounty hunter hesitated for a moment as he weighed his options. His body relaxed and he motioned for you to lead the way, which you gladly did. Mando wasn’t sure why he decided to trust you over the kids. Perhaps it was the look on your face that seemed so genuine, laced with the sadness that shadowed your eyes. You led him in the opposite direction to a dimly lit area and slipped away from the group before they could notice the Mandalorian was gone.

This was definitely a poorer area of the city: it wasn’t nearly as bright as the other district and everything looked torn and old and rusty. Mando took the opportunity to study you as you led the way through the streets. You wore a hooded cape to cover yourself completely, and your long sleeves and long pants were torn up and looked very worn out. Hardly any part of your skin showed, only your face when you pulled your hood back and your fingertips from your fingerless gloves.

“Right here,” your voice rang through the silence as you motined to a rusted door. You figured that he wouldn’t trust you to stand behind him, so you entered the space first. There wasn’t much there, only a small light source, some blankets in a pile in the corner and a few miscellaneous things. 

Mando realized this was your home, or what you could call a home. 

“Are you gonna tell me what’s going on here? Or did I make a mistake in trusting you?” he spoke to you for the first time.

You grabbed a rusty cup and poured yourself some water from a pot before you sat down to answer his question, “You didn’t make a mistake,” you started as you pulled your hood back to show your entire face and told him your name, “Those kids seem innocent, but they work for Rix Izen, the head honcho among the rich here.”

The Mandalorian didn’t miss the painful tone in your voice, “I take it he’s not a benevolent leader.”

You scoffed as you grabbed your wrist before you realized your own movement, “You have no idea,” your gaze dropped to the floor as you lost yourself in thought. You seemed to fight a battle with yourself as you stayed silent for a while. With a heavy sigh, you looked back up at him and explained further, “They lure bounty hunters here to trap them, and Rix likes to make them fight in his arena for entertainment.”

Mando was about to say something, but you interrupted before he could even get a word out.

“I know what you’re gonna say, and they’ve gotten Mandalorians before,” the sorrow was clear in your face as your fingers traced the inside of your wrist again.

The bounty hunter found himself ache for you; he could tell that this was personal, “You’ve seen it happen before,” his voice was soft as he sat next to you.

You nodded as you bit your lip. Now that he was closer to you, he could see bruises on your face, and he wondered how many you hid under your clothing. He glanced around the space and made a note that you most likely haven’t been here long, which meant you came here from somewhere else. By the way you talked about the city’s leader and entrapped people, he made a guess, “You were trapped here too? Weren’t you?”

You wrapped your arms around yourself and nodded again. Tears threatened to fall, but you did your best to fight them back, “I’ve been a captive as long as I can remember; I grew up in that life. I got lucky too, I was Rix’s favorite” your tone changed to a more sarcastic one and you let out a bitter chuckle, “I could handle it, though, because I wasn’t totally alone. One of the bounty hunters they lured in used to be a Mandalorian, like you,” you looked up at Mando, who was listening attentively.

“What happened?” he asked with genuine concern.

“Her name was Pisces, and she was their top contender for a long time,” you told your story, “Over time, we got very close. She was always so hopeful that one day we would escape and live free. She taught me how to fight and defend myself, so we could get out together. I hated to watch her fight for her life every week, and she hated to see what Rix did to me too,” you drifted off for a bit as you thought back to everything that man did to you.

Mando lifted his arm to reach out to you, but before he made contact, he decided against it. The notion didn’t go unnoticed by you, however, and you gave him a soft smile in appreciation.

“For the longest time, we trained and planned our escape without anyone knowing. But I think Rix got word of it somehow, and the next fight that he had set up was,” you got choked up at the memory, “It was rigged from the start, and there was no way she could have won,” a few tears fell and you took some deep breaths to level yourself, “I had to watch the one person that I cared about die in front of me, and there was nothing I could do for her. That was when I decided I needed to get out, no matter what.”

“How did you escape?” he asked.

“Barely,” you sighed, “I managed to slip out while they were celebrating after that fight,” you rolled up your sleeve to reveal the inside of your wrist, “I burned off my mark right before I left the premises.” The wound was fresh, maybe about a week old, and it looked painful.

Mando knew that it was a constant throughout most of the galaxy to put some kind of mark on slaves. He also knew it was a rough process for anyone who tried to remove their mark, though he had seen it done before. After he heard your story, he understood your actions, and he was grateful for you. Suddenly, the bounty he was after didn’t matter to him. Although based on what you told him, he had a feeling that it was a fake bounty to begin with.

You let out a heavy sigh. It was hard for you to say all that out loud, but it was worth it. If you could prevent what happened to someone you cared about from happening to someone else, it was worth the heartache. You lessed your grip on yourself as you lifted your gaze to meet the Mandalorian’s visor, “So, now what?” you asked after some time passed in silence.

He met your eyes and spoke with determination, “I’m going to kill him.” He paused as he stared at you, “But to get to the most powerful man in the city, I’m going to need help. And I need you to trust me.”

You swallowed hard, “Ok.”

That was how you found yourself back in the one place you never wanted to see again. The bounty hunter held you by your arm as you made your way up the elevator to the top floor. You tried to keep yourself taught and not show the fear that ran through you. The lift stopped suddenly and you could feel Mando give you a quick, reassuring pat on your arm before the door opened and he led you towards the men in the room.

Rix stood in the center of three men with a smug expression on his face, “I knew you’d be back my sweet.” His words made even Mando’s skin crawl. “You’ll be handsomely rewarded, my friend,” he addressed the Mandalorian directly as he directed his men with a wave of his hand.

“Actually...” the bounty hunter started before he let you go so you both could pull out blasters. You each shot one of the two of the henchmen in the face. He then pushed you behind him to shield you.

The last two men were quick to jump into action and pounced at Mando. The subordinate was easy for him to take down, but Rix himself proved to be more of a challenge. You ducked back away from the fight and watched as the two men tackled and punched each other. Rix pulled out a whip, his weapon of choice, and Mando armed himself with a staff.

You watched with awe as their fight brought them closer and closer to the landing platform outside. You held the blaster Mando gave you tightly in your hand. You wanted desperately to fire on Rix, but you couldn’t get a clear shot and your fear almost paralyzed you.

Just when it looked like Rix gained the upper hand and pinned the bounty hunter to the ground, Mando turned the tide and flipped him over. He hit him hard with his staff and forced him towards the edge of the platform.

“Why would you risk everything for a a nobody like her?” Rix spat as he was forced to go on the defensive.

The Mandalorian did not answer; he only kept his attacks furious. He didn’t want to think about the things the man did to you, or what he could do if he lost this fight. The pouring rain made the floor slick, and it became harder for both men to keep their balance. But, Mando was able to finally end it, and he pulled out his blaster. He shot his target twice: once in the shoulder and once in the leg to throw off his balance. He started to fall, and Mando took a moment to face you and make sure you were ok. You ran closer when you saw that Rix wasn’t going to win this fight and watched as he started to go over the edge.

It only took that one moment of distraction, and Rix snapped his whip as he fell off the edge of the platform.

“Mando!” you called out.

But it was too late to react, Rix’s whip already wrapped around the bounty hunter’s legs and pulled him down to the slick floor. He tried to break free, but his body was dragged toward the ledge. He fired his blaster and after a few shots, hit him with a fatal shot. But it was too late to stop the momentum that pulled him closer and closer to the edge of the balcony.

Without hesitation, you ran after him. You caught up to him right as he went over the end of the landing, and with one hand you grabbed him and with the other you held onto the edge. You strained as you called on every bit of strength you could to hang on and not let Mando go.

“Easy,” his voice was surprisingly calm for the situation you were in. The only thing that stood in the way of a long fall was your one handed grip on the very end of the platform. “Just take it slow, no sudden movements.”

All you could do was grunt in response; all of your focus and energy was on your hands as you chanted to yourself “don’t let go, don’t get go.” But you did hear him, and after a deep breath, you used all your adrenaline to slowly pull Mando’s armored body up so that he could grab onto the platform. Your heart pounded in your chest as you pushed through your fear.

Somehow, you managed to lift him high enough to reach, and Mando grabbed on and helped you pull yourselves up and away from the edge. You were weak after over exerting yourself, and you panted as you lay out on the floor. A sense of relief washed over you as you calmed down.

“You ok?” he asked as he propped himself up and hovered over you.

You let out a few more breaths before you opened your eyes and answered him, “Yeah,” another breath, “You’re a lot heavier than you look,” you let out a chuckle as your heart rate started to go back to normal.

“Thank you,” he spoke in that soft voice again. 

“No problem,” you said with a chuckle as you sat up and stretched out your shoulders.

He watched you in silence for a moment before he said something you did not expect, “Hey listen, why don’t you come with me?”

You turned to him and your face lit up. Even though you weren’t expecting the offer, you were hoping for it as you found a strong bond with the bounty hunter in the short amount of time that you knew him.

“It wouldn’t be an easy life,” he continued, “But I can teach you everything I know. We’ll split all the bounties we get and…”

“Yes,” you cut him off. You were already convinced to join him. Any life he could offer you was infinitely better than the one you had here, and you were more than willing to take any chance with  him. “I just have one condition.”

“Name it.”

“We never come back to this planet again.”

Mando’s shoulders relaxed, “Deal,” he said and you guessed that he hid a smile underneath his helmet. He held out his hand to you, which you gladly took.

~

Notes: Thank you all so much for the love on chapter 1!!! I was really excited to write this chapter cause this backstory is what inspired this fic. I got the idea after I read the Lord of the Sith book and I really liked the idea of a person that everyone looks down on but Mando immediately sees as an equal. 

[poeticandors]

Come What May Part 3

Poe Dameron x F!Reader (Moulin Rouge!AU)

Summary: You and Poe are sent undercover in order to gain information about the First Order and hope to recruit. But what begins to bloom as you and Poe continue to work closer throughout this mission? And, what happens when you happen to catch the eye of one of the most dangerous men?

Warnings: none in this chapter

A/N: Wooo finally got this chapter out! Hopefully you guys enjoy it! 

Part 1 Part 2

After a week or so, everything seemed to slowly work into place. No one bothered you after that day anymore, but constant bawdy gazes were still thrown your way. Sometimes it was hard, but you learned just to ignore it. Everyone who went to the Crimson Club knew not to touch you in that way now— they realized they still had the other girls, unfortunately, and they didn’t want to mess with you or the bouncers after how roughed up that guy got.

He hasn’t even come back since. 

A knock is heard at your door, and after checking your appearance, you move to press the button to allow access. Standing there was Poe, his hair slicked back and a navy blue suit— a new look compared to his black suits he had been wearing. Looking down at your dress, you realized you matched unintentionally with him. 

The last few days had been… more work based between you and Poe. He would still do his job— stand in the back of the main room and linger around while you talked to anyone who had information. But after that night, he’d seemed to become more protective of you, but the conversations between you both had been short. 

You wondered if it was because you asked him to undo your dress for you? It couldn’t have been that because he had offered to help you plenty of times and still did. Was it because he realized he called you sweetheart? Not that you minded, but you wondered why he suddenly called you that not once, but twice. Whatever it was, you wished things would go back to normal— or as normal as it could get in this situation. 

Deciding not to bring it up, you give him a small smile.

“Hey, how are you?” 

“I’m fine,” Poe nods, although you notice that it’s more stiff along with his posture and then you realize…

This was Tel talking. 

He steps to the side, and there you see two other girls who worked mainly as dancers giving you friendly waves and smiles. 

“Oh! Hi, Zoras. Hi, Tin.”

“Hi, Kyla,” Zoras said. You noticed right when you first met her the slight lilt in her voice— almost innocent. Had you met her randomly on the street, you wouldn’t have known she worked in a place such as the Crimson Club. 

“We just wanted to see how you were doing?” Tin smiles. 

Looking upon them, you would have been a fool not to notice how gorgeous they both were. The light blue dress of Zoras popped against the deep copper of her skin, and her dark curls bounced with every shake of her head. Tin’s red hair cascades over her fawn, freckled shoulders, to the middle of the waist of her black dress. No one was able to resist the urge to watch them as they danced upon the stage each night.  

Both girls had been the first to check on you as well as welcome you here after that night. They were both very sweet— they at least took the time to try and get to know you while others simply turned their noses up at you. Rix was another one who was friendly, at least you were thankful to have a few other people to talk with. You mentioned recruiting them to Poe, who agreed that they could be more trusted over others here at the club and he would send their information to the Resistance to get more in depth information.

“I’m fine, I was about to head down,” you smile, turning to Poe. “Tel was just getting ready to escort me to the club.” 

The girls look at Poe, who gives them a slight nod. “That’s right. Whenever you’re ready, Kyla.”

“Is it alright if we join you down?” Zoras turns back to you. 

“I don’t mind at all.” 

“Perfect!” Zoras smiles and loops her arm through yours, while Tin does the same. You begin to walk ahead, while Poe trails behind you three at a safe, close distance. 

“By the way,” Tin leans in close, whispering. “I don’t know how you do it.”

“Do what?”

“Manage to hold yourself back from jumping in the sack with Tel. He’s so handsome. I would have done it long ago.” 

The heat rises to your cheeks as you look away from Tin, “O-oh, well… I mean… his job—”

“Also allows him to have any of the services we all give out,” Zoras gives a cheeky grin, her dark curls bouncing as she tilts her head at you. 

“Well, not all of us. Our Untouched One, on the other hand…”

“Unless Tel over there pays the requested amount of credits.”

“No offense, Kyla, but I would have just given him the full session— no credits charged,” Tin snickers, while Zoras smacks her arm. 

As much as you try to force yourself not to, you turn back to see Poe still a few feet behind you. While you knew they were whispering, the hallway was empty— and you knew there was no way Poe didn’t hear what your friends were saying. His eyes connect with yours, and your suspicions are answered by the small smirk he flashes.

Cheeky bastard, you think, shaking your head as you head into the elevator. 

You, Zoras, and Tin press up against the back of the elevator while Poe stands in front of you— his back facing you three. An awkward silence fills the elevator, so you distract yourself by staring at the floor only until you feel Tin nudge her elbow against your ribs. Looking up, you see how the corner of her mouth quirks up and she nods her head forward, wiggling her brows. 

You follow her gaze, only to realize it was fixated on Poe’s… assets. Eyes widening, you quickly look away, hearing the faint giggle Tin was giving Zoras. Poe pretends not to hear, and quickly heads out of the elevator as soon as the doors open, looking both ways. 

“Alright, ladies,” Poe turns towards you. “It’s safe.”

“Thank you, Tel,” Tin bats her lashes as she walks past him. 

“Tin and I have to go get ready for the stage,” Zoras steps out of the elevator. “But we’ll see you later Kyla. Thank you for escorting us, Tel.” 

Poe nods, giving a friendly smile to Zoras as she walks down the hallway. You knew they were just teasing you, of course you did. So why did you get this overwhelming urge to glare at your friends? 

The stinging pain in both palms of your hands has you unclenching them— you didn’t even realize you were digging your nails into your palms in the first place. 

“Kyla? Are you ready?” 

Poe’s voice pulls you and you face him, your expression pinched as you nod. He furrows his brows, stopping you as you try to move past him. He gently grabs your arm, and all you can do is freeze at his touch. This time he says your name, not Kyla’s, in a mere whisper. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing’s wrong. Why would anything be wrong?”

Poe studies you, and you do well not to give in to the look in his eyes. You know he is searching for something— some kind of hint  to let him know there is a problem. He raises his brow as the corner of his mouth lifts up and he releases you, stepping back while you fix the sleeve of your dress. 

“Like I said, nothing—“

“What, did you get jealous because of what Tin was saying?” 

He’s teasing. You know he is— the playful glint in his eye gives it away. It’s also the first sign of Poe that you’ve seen in the last few days. 

“Jealous?” You scoff. “What— why would I get jealous?” 

“You tell me,” Poe leans against the elevator doorway. 

A tense silence stirs between you both and while you did enjoy that Poe was actually talking to you, and not your alias, all you can do is shake your head and look away. 

“I have to go find Boz, he said he needed to talk to me.” 

“Of course.”

You move to walk past him, and only freeze when you hear him say your name softly. Not turning your head, you stay staring ahead through the hallway. Even when he walks up behind you, you can’t bring yourself to look at him.

Because you didn’t want him to see just how much you love hearing him say your name.

He leans close, his breath fanning against your ear— a shiver crawling up your spine. “Be careful out there, apparently a larger group of First Order officers are supposed to be here tonight. I’ll be close by, don’t worry. Okay, sweetheart?”

You didn’t know what you were expecting him to say, but calling you sweetheart for a third time definitely wasn’t it. And you definitely didn’t expect him to stand so close to you— close enough that his chest was almost pressed up against your back. All you had to do was lean back a little more, to feel him completely pressed up against you. 

Stop it, stop it, stop it!

“I know you will,” you quickly say. “You always are, I can count on that.” 

You didn’t even wait for him to respond, because you were already making your way out of the elevator, down the hall to the club— the faint sound of the music growing louder the closer you got to the door. Poe quickly manages to catch up, opening the door for you, and you see the same sight as you would every other night here. 

Making your way through the club, you push past the large groups until you spot Boz all the way at the bar. Poe moves close to you, shielding you from others as they all gawk at you. You always felt safe when Poe was near you, so you became more relaxed and paid no mind to the straying eyes. 

As you approach the bar, Boz turns to you, his face filled with glee. “There you are my darling!” 

He comes up, cupping your cheeks with his hands so lightly— like you were a delicate flower he didn’t want to bruise. 

Boz was actually a sweet man, and he did seem to show favor to you more than the others, some of which showed their displeasure at that. He did seem as though he was a bit protective of you, but also you believed it was mainly because of the situation— he didn’t want anything to happen to you before the right man came along with the highest payment.

You smile as Boz lowers his hands, “You said you wanted to see me?” 

“Yes!” He claps his hands. “We may have actually found someone who may be perfect.”

“Oh? What do you—“

“A gentleman has arrived,” he turns you to face the private booths. “See him there? The one in the black suit with the red handkerchief in his chest pocket.” 

You follow Boz’s gaze, until your eyes settle on a man taking a sip of his drink. His clean cut, golden blonde hair is perfectly gelled back— if there was a sliver of grey in his hair, you couldn’t tell. A few women, your coworkers, try approaching him but he simply waves them off, not giving them a chance to speak. By his appearance, especially the lavish black suit he was wearing, you knew he had to be of high status. 

“Who is—“

“Let’s go my darling,” Boz quickly pulls you away before Poe gets a chance to speak. 

Giving Poe a solemn look, you turn to follow Boz as he leads you through the crowd. As you get closer, a strange familiarity washes over you. You swore you’ve seen this man before. Maybe you’ve seen him around the club before and just didn’t notice him right away?

“Boz, do you know who he is?”

“Tyris Pic, made out of credits, mind you,” he chuckles. “Now, why don’t you work your charms on him, dear.” 

Your heartbeat quickens— you know what Boz wants you to do. Putting on your best smile and nodding, Boz grins before he walks up to Tyris while you stray behind him. 

“Hello Mr. Pic, how have we been settling?”

“Fine, thank you,” he says, each sound articulated with his smooth accent. You believed he might have been from Chandrila. 

You watch as he takes a drink, the liquid a bright blue like his eyes, which flicker over to you. He sets his glass down, leaning back into his seat. 

“Might I ask who this beautiful creature here is?” 

“Of course,” Boz simpers, stepping out of the way to reveal you. “May I introduce our Untouched One, our Sparkling Kyber… Kyla Tille. Kyla, my dear, this is—

“Tyris Pic,” the man says, straightening his suit as he stands up, holding his hand out. “Charmed.” 

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Pic—“

“Please,” he gently takes your hand, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it. “Call me Tyris.” 

You put on a gracious smile, pulling your hand back as Boz claps his hands. 

“I’ll let you both get acquainted.”

As Boz walks off gleefully, Tyris motions towards the booth, waving down a server droid.

“May I interest you in buying a drink?” 

“If you insist.” 

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Poe’s jaw tightens as he watches the blonde haired man wrap his arm just above your shoulders. He’d been watching you both for a while, since you walked away with Boz, and so far he doesn’t like what he’s seen. 

He doesn’t like the way the man is touching you. He doesn’t like the way he leans close to whisper in your ear. And he especially doesn’t like the way you laugh at something he says. 

Something about this guy— whether it was how he looked or just the smug grin he kept on his face— made Poe feel uneasy. 

Just as Tin walks by, Poe manages to grab her arm and pull her to the side. Tin smirks, leaning against the wall. 

“Well, I knew you would come to your senses—“

“Easy, Tin,” Poe releases her. “What do you know about that guy over there with Kyla?” 

“What makes you think I know who he is?” She raises a brow, crossing her arms. 

“You always walk up to the same men— you’re good with faces and names— mainly because you know which ones pay well and which ones won’t.” 

She narrows her eyes, an amused look on her face. “Glad to hear you’ve been watching me.”

“Tin,” Poe’s voice becomes stern and she gently pats his chest. 

“I’m teasing. But, I overheard Boz talking about some important guy coming in. His name is Tyris Pic.” 

Poe repeats the name a few times, stepping back. “Thanks, Tin.”

“No problem, but you might want to ease up a bit.”

“Ease what up?”

“Don’t want anyone to see just how jealous Kyla’s bodyguard gets when she is with other men, right?”

Poe’s mouth opens and closes, struggling to come up with coherent sentences. Tin gives a teasing laugh, stepping away from him. 

“Don't worry, your secret is safe with me,” she turns away, latching onto another man’s arm. “How are you today, handsome?”

Poe shakes his head, glancing over to the booth where you still sit with the man— Tyris. Now that Poe has a name, he needs to know exactly who he is. 

Poe asks another escort to watch over you while he heads to the fresher, and quickly leaves the club. Stealing glances both ways, he heads into a utility closet, where he pulls out his comm device. 

“Finn? Come in, Finn.” 

It takes a moment, but Poe let’s out a breath of relief when he hears Finn’s voice on the other end.

“Poe? I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon. We got the information on the names you gave us: Rix, Zoras, and Tin? They—“

“We’ll get back to them, buddy. But I need your help, I got another name for you.” 

“Alright, who are we checking on, now?”

“What do you know about a Tyris Pic?”

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FIC TAGLIST: @tintinwrites​ @sheridans-dynamos​ @agoldpixie​ @shakespeareanwannabe​ @starkiller-queen​ @netflixandsnuggle​ @nowheredreamer​ @blackhawklove​ @jennibradley​ @rewritingstars​ @chewymoustachio​ @iamaunicorn4704​ @spider-starry​ @roserrys​

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Mass Effect Rules & Characters List

*Please specify if the reader is Shepard! Or Ryder!*

Who I Will Write

✓ Tali'Zorah

✓ Garrus Vakarian

✓ Liara T'Soni

✓ Urdnot Wrex

✓ Mordin Solus

✓ Thane Krios

✓ Captain Kirrahe

✓ Sha'ira

✓ Shiala

ME:A

✓ Vetra Nyx

✓ Liam Kosta

✓ Jaal Ama Darav

✓ Peebee

✓ Dr. Suvi Anwar

✓ Kallo Jath

✓ Dr. Lexi T'Perro

✓ Avitus Rix

✓ Nakmor Kesh

✓ Avela Kjar

✓ Zevin Raeka

✓ Vederia Damali

Who I Won't Write

X Ashley Willians

X Kaidan Alenko

X Miranda Lawson

X Jacob Taylor

X James Vega

X Steve Cortez

X Morinth

X Aria T'Loak

X Jeff "Joker" Moreau

X Dr. Chakwas

X Kelly Chambers

X Samantha Traynor

X Kai Leng

X Jack

X Samara

ME:A

X Cora Harper

X Nakmor Drack

X Reyes Vidal

X Keri T'Vessa

X Moshae Sjefa

[fanfic-enthusiast]

Because I really love Rudinns, and I am just weird, I like to request of Rudinn x female!Reader fluff (The reader is in love with that Rudinn but is nervous about being a lightner and all of those things, so she tries to make a gift with gems and shiny things to Rudinn [like a ring and necklace of diamonds])

(I wouldn’t say that is weird at all. If you want more good Rudinn content check out @ebip. They have the cutest little Rudinn OC named Rix! :3 )

Finery (Rudinn x Fem!Reader)

Ok breath. Deep breath, steady your hands and done!

You held up your creation. A gemstone necklace made with glowshards that sparkled within their silver chain. You felt teary eyed just looking at it. All your hard work of finding the glowshards and tinkering with the delicate silver had payed off. Hopefully the diamond of your eye would understand your confession and look upon you with favor.

You are a Lightner, and as a Lightner you are kinda ostracized from everyone else in the castle. Everyone else went about their day not really giving you a second glance, all accept for one lone Rudinn. 

He was assigned to make sure you didn’t do anything to jeopardize the kingdom but overtime you grew attached to him. He gave you chocolates, listened to you speak and helped you if you got lost. So here was your problem. Did he like you like you like him or does he just see you as his job. 

So here you were, a necklace in you hands and wandering out of your room to go find your Rudinn. You knew it was him because he had this one white scale on his back that was a little brighter then the rest. But eventually you found him, with a group of about 3 other Rudinns and a couple Hathys.

Shyly you approached from behind clutching the necklace behind your back. Tapping them on the shoulder they turned around slowly then relaxed when it turned out to be you. 

“Oh, hey Lightner what do you ne-??” You shoved the necklace into their gloved claws and backed away. They held it up curiously then his expression turned to awe and the other Rudinns gasped at how shiny it was. Even the Hathys seemed impressed.

“Whoa- where did you get this?”

“I made it, for you.”

“Its amazing! So shiny. Why?”

“Cause your really nice to me and I like you a lot, do you maybewannagooutonawalksometimelikeadate?”

He stopped for a moment to process your quick speaking then nodded with a smile. “Sure Lightner.”

You were so happy you jumped into the air with a cheer of joy. Squeaking out a quick thank you and a ‘see you tomorrow’ you zipped off to your room. Completely missing the green blush on the Rudinns face at your smile and the smug looks of the Rudinns and Hathys who knew he was just asked out by his crush. 

[jiminsa]

hey, on your jungkook smut fic recs you metioned having some sub jk so do you mind sharing them?

Anon said: hmm i heard you know where some sub jungkook smut is? 👀also do you happen to know of any sub jimin or tae smut too?

Member x Reader

Jungkook

Teething by @sue-bts​Not So Honest by @wonhopes (switch jk)Scratch by @sweatea​ (switch jk)Tease by @jungblue​

Jimin

Good Boy by @btssmutgalore​The Hot Secret by Sugabitch on AO3

Taehyung

I don’t have any for tae at the moment :(

Member x Member

Sub!Jungkook x Jimin

Mommy’s Boy by Staycute1234 on AO3Fucking Filthy by Staycute1234 on AO3

Sub!Jungkook x Taehyung

Pawn It Off by Rix on AO3

Sub!Jimin x Jungkook

Use Me, Abuse Me by cocksluts on AO3

Sub!Jimin x Yoongi (bc why not)

Red Lace by Daegusi on AO3

Sub!Tae x Jimin x Jungkook

I Am A Good Boy by Humansunshine on AO3

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BTS Fic Recommendations

There seems to be a weird divide in this fandom between reader x member and member x member stories, but I’m just here in the middle like “all Bangtan smut is good smut!” A good story is a good story and good writing is good writing. Some of these have no smut at all and some are so filthy that I can’t believe I’m recommending them, but, you know, BTS ruined my life and I have no shame anymore. 

I’ve probably read hundreds of BTS stories by now and these are the ones that I go back to over and over. I tried to pick only one per author, but all of these authors are amazing and you should go check out their whole masterlists. These are the authors that I personally fangirl over and stand in awe of. None of these are particularly similar to mine (eg. they are way better) and none of them are particular similar to each other. These are the fics that, for whatever reason, I couldn’t forget about after I read them.

Warning: Some of these are very explicit, so use caution. Anything marked with an M is definitely NSFW. 

Hope you enjoy!

New Recs! 

New as of 4/30/18

same damn hunger (M) by marienadine - Yoongi X Hoseok - I am weak for Yoonseok and this fic does an amazing job capturing the push and pull of their relationship. I think this might be my favorite fictional Yoongi I’ve yet read, striving so hard to be tough, but secretly and vulnerable softie. 

Dig Deep (M) by @johobi - Yoongi X Reader - Tentacle kink is not in my usual list of things I am interested in, but this was so enjoyable and weird and sexy and compelling that I actually sat in my car for 15 minutes not driving anywhere just so I could finish it. I love the level of world building in this tentacle porn. There are real characters and backstory and whole alien species with foreign biology. It is awesome. And the ending is so surprisingly sweet. I love how Jo kept all the things that can be sexy about this genre but made it all consensual and fun.

Completed Stories

All of these are stories that I’ve read more than once, and I am sad every time they are over. 

Transference (M) by @jeonjagiya - Hoseok x Reader - There is not enough Hoseok fiction in the world, but this story’s tantric therapist Hoseok goes a long way to making up for that. Probably my personal favorite male lead in a reader-insert story. Such an incredibly sexy story that feels real. I am madly in love with Iris and have read all of her stories more than once. Her sub!Jungkook story almost killed me.

In the Twilight Air (M) by @trilluvium - Yoongi x Jimin - Yoongi and Jimin are dorky best friends who lose their virginity together.  I don't think I've ever read a one-shot that made me feel so many emotions! It was so cute and sweet and felt authentic to what a good first time would actually be like. Originally this was a one-shot but Trill has expanded it and I am loving every new chapter. I have read Trilluvium’s whole masterlist and am in love with everything she’s ever written.

Good Boys Like Bad Girls (M) by @wildernessuntothemselves - Reader x Taehyung - I read this story and was hesitant to recommend it for a long time because it is so incredibly intense. All the characters are terrible people and the smut is both exceedingly hot and exceedingly disturbing. I cannot stop thinking about this story. It remains one of the stories that has stuck with me the longest after reading it. I care about all of its messed-up characters so much and the ending is devastating in such a perversely satisfying way. But seriously, don’t read this if you want all of your protagonists to be good people and do good things. This is not that story. I admire Moe so much for how unique and unapologetic her ideas are and have enjoyed a lot of her other writings as well, even if they all unsettle me in different ways.

Jasmine (M) by @btssmutgalore - Reader x Jungkook - Jungkook x noona is my favorite thing ever and he’s so well-captured here: nervous, but sexy at the same time. I’m also a huge fan of Business which is a very very sexy threesome with dom!Tae and sub!Jungkook. 

Playing to Win (M) by @tayegi​ - Taehyung x Jungkook x Reader - I am such a sucker for Taekook threesomes, but I particularly love this one because of “I hate you but you’re so sexy” thing going on with the reader and Jungkook. I haven’t a chance to read all of Lu’s astoundingly large masterlist but some of my other favorites of hers are her new MadScientist!Tae story, her Jungkook wolf stories, and this awesome fuck-or-die Jungkook story. Lu has an amazing ability to come up with such clever and unique fic ideas and all her stories are hilarious in addition to sexy.

Milage May Vary (M) by @crossfilth - Taehyung x Jungkook - Rix is the reason Taekook is my OTP (I have two OTPs and two biases, can’t help it). I love every single one of her stories. They are so incredibly sexy, but also so full of real emotion and great dialogue. This is Rix’s longest work so far and it is phenomenal, really sexy, but also really interesting character development and compelling love story. Her entire masterlist is amazing. 

Love at First Touch by @bagelswrites - Jimin x OC - I am such trash for soulmate AUs and this is my all-time favorite. The OC is so well-realized with her own flaws and struggles and you really feel for her throughout the story. This also has my absolute favorite fictional depiction of Jimin. I personally find Jimin very hard to write and he is so often written out-of-character, but this story really nails his signature blend of insecure, vulnerable manliness. The author did so much research to make sure this story lined up with BTS’s actual timeline in real life. Bagels is my hero. 

Thursdays are for… (M) by Arguileless - Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook - My favorite story in the “dating one member but really want to fuck a different member” genre. It’s all smut, but manages to reach 17,000 words. This version of Taehyung who is wildly adventurous and dominant is incredibly sexy. This story started my Taehyung as bias-wrecker problem.

tear the moon from the stars tonight (M) by euphoriae - Yoongi x Jimin - Historical AU with so much real research behind it, I’m blown away. At first, the “jimin is a slave” premise sounds ridiculous, but the rich context, attention to detail and world-building quickly make you forget about it.  I learned a surprising amount of Korean history because of this story, and the love story here is beautiful. One of the very first fan-fictions I read and it showed me how literary fan-fiction could be. 

Inc. (M) by @park-loins - Seokjin x Yoongi - BTS meets The Office. Had me cackling over and over, but also desperately rooting for the love story. Can’t believe this is the same author that also wrote the heart-breakingly beautiful Reprise.

you have 1 new message by bazooka - Namjoon x Jin - I think everyone in this fandom has already read this story, but on the off chance you haven’t, you should. It’s starts as totally hysterical and then becomes amazingly sweet. 

Love is not possession (M) by kuragecharms - Jungkook x Jin - More A/B/O because I am trash. I really love all of kuragecharms’ wolf stories. This author was also the first to sell me on Jin x Jungkook as a ship and now I’m a big fan.

Bloody paws in the snow (M) by pandorasumbrella - Yoongi x Hoseok - My all-time favorite A/B/O story. Does such a great job building an incredibly detailed world. This is the first work in an elaborate trilogy that is so beautiful it breaks your heart. 

Nirvana (M) by syubology - Jimin x Hoseok - Jimin and Hoseok struggle with their feelings for each other. One of the first fics I ever really loved. This story does a terrific job of depicting BTS as BTS and the possible ramifications of a relationship within that dynamic. 

In Progress

For where there’s sun you’ll find a moon by @bulletproof-dork-boys - Yoongi x Taehyung - I am huge a greek mythology nerd and I am super excited to see where this Taehyung as Hades, Yoongi as Persephone story goes.

SAVE ME (M) by agnes_viviane - Jungkook x OC - Adorably awkward OC befriends Jungkook on accident, then falls in love with him. Makes me cackle with glee and second-hand embarrassment every time I read it. Full of all my favorite things: awkwardness, angst and Jungkook. Agnes is the sweetest and taught me a lot of important things about the correct ways to address people in Korean and how to properly use Korean in my stories.

Touch Me, Touch You (M) by @deathbyyoongi​ - Yoongi x Reader x Hoseok - Yoongi + Hoseok + smut + angst + mild D/S… it is all the things I am weak for in one story.

The Fitting (M) by @noona-la-la-la​ - Jungkook x Reader - Noona-la-la-la writes really excellent, realistic but still super sexy smut and all of her reader inserts are adult women, often older than the boys. I also really really enjoyed Unexpected which is Yoongi smut and Conditioned featuring sub!Taehyung.

Grey Area (M) by @blushoseoks - Yoongi x Reader x Jimin? - Soulmate AU where everything is more complicated than it should be and so wonderfully angsty. Such an interesting take on the Soulmate AU.

The Purge by @jungblue - Hoseok x Reader - I just found jungblue and everything I’ve read from them so far is phenomenal! I love this fic in particular because it is such a different idea than anything I’ve seen before and stars Hobi!

The Unwanted Alpha (M) - by RedPantherVitality8 - Jungkook x Reader - Combines A/B/O with noona x Jungkook angst. No faster way to my heart.

Leave your mark (M) by @inarsics - Jungkook x Jimin - A/B/O is my big weakness/guilty pleasure. I love this story in particular for its interesting take on the genre, where all the alphas have gone extinct. Also, Jimin has a little brother and it’s incredibly sweet and adorable.

i like how desperate you seem (in the way you look at me) (M) by fatal - Jungkook x Jimin - A “classic” of BTS A/B/O subgenre. Super slow-burn that keeps you on the edge of your seat and desperate to know what happens next.  

your taste is so sweet on my lips (M) by @pinktteokie - Hoseok x Taehyung x Yoongi - My favorite polyamorous story. The slow-burn is so good and the way the relationship moves from a relationship between two people to a relationship between three people is fascinating.

read between the (panty) lines (M) by @lunaticmyngi - Yoongi x Jimin x Jungkook - I fangirl so hard about everything from TheHalesNyx. How she manages to write so many different requests and have them all be so well-done, I have no idea. This prompt started off so filthy, and became such an intensely emotional story. You feel so much sympathy and angst for all three members in this story. Her entire masterlist is amazing.

Obviously, there are many other amazing fics that I just haven’t read yet, or accidentally forgot about. As I find more, I’ll add them to this tag #fic rec.

[poeticandors]

Come What May Part 2

Poe Dameron x F!Reader (Moulin Rouge!AU)

Summary: You and Poe are sent undercover in order to gain information about the First Order and hope to recruit. But what begins to bloom as you and Poe continue to work closer throughout this mission? And, what happens when you happen to catch the eye of one of the most dangerous men?

Warnings: mature themes, mentions of drug use (like one little sentence), sexual harassment (y/n gets groped) 

A/N: Listen, listen. This is going to be some slow burn shit so… bear with me here because trust me I am also getting impatient and just want them to hurry up and exclaim their love for one another. 

Part 1

The Crimson Club was unrecognizable at night from when you came in during the afternoon.  As you made your way down the hallway, you saw a Twi’lek pressed up against the wall, kissing her very eager partner deeply. Another pair stood around, the man taking a hit of spice and puffing it out, right into his companion’s mouth who gladly accepted it. Other women were standing around, flirting with whomever and flaunting their assets. Trying to avoid their gaze, you made your way with Poe walking next to you. 

Poe gave you a rundown of what would happen tonight— you were to go on stage, get introduced, and then saunter your way along the lounge area to catch the many eyes around. It was also your job to talk to the workers, get any information you could and determine who to trust. While you were doing that, Poe would stay close by, scanning the area for any First Order officers.  

As you continued walking with Poe, you could feel his eyes on you. He had been sure to check on you every now and then before you made your way down, making sure you were still okay and if you needed anything. He even offered to help you with your dress, which you respectfully refused. It had been sweet really, but you didn’t think much of it. Poe was genuinely a nice guy, at least that’s what you’ve gotten to know about him the last few months.

You thought back to before you arrived at the Crimson Club. How before every mission brief, Poe would come in and hand you a cup of caf or even a small bowl of fruit (how he came by it, you never questioned) or nutrition bars. Or how he would even go out of his way to talk to you outside mission briefs, whether it was a quick hi or a moment to talk about the mission, or even to try and get to know a bit about each other. You never asked him to, he just did. 

“You okay?” He asks, probably for the fifth time.

“Perfectly fine, can’t you tell?” 

You look up at him as he lets out an amused chuckle from your reply. It was… a nice sound, especially considering the situation. A man dunk out of his mind and one of your coworkers stumbled between you and Poe, and Poe was quick to wipe the smirk off his face into a scowl. As soon as they walked past, Poe leaned in close to you.

“If you need anything—“

“I’ll make sure to order a red drink from the bar. And that’s only if I decide to stay longer than planned.” 

“I’ll be close by.” 

“I know you will.” 

You turn to gaze up at him once more, both your stares lingering for a moment. You waited for him to speak first, but all he did was give a slight nod before moving to open the side door to the stage. 

Everyone was rushing around to get to their assigned places. Names were being yelled out and laughs echoed around as Poe led you through. A few of the girls flash looks your way— some friendly, and some not so friendly. As much as you didn’t want to be right, you knew why they were watching you, they had been since you first arrived. They already had to deal with one who was seen as the more desired one, and then they were rid of her. Now, here you were— claiming that spot and worrying them into thinking their clients will be too focused on you instead of them. 

If only they knew you wanted the complete opposite of that. 

Turning away from them, you continued to look around when someone bumped into you from behind, and you quickly turned. Poe, faster and on high alert, made sure to put himself between you and the culprit.

“Hey—“

“O-oh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you!” A nervous Rodian stammers. 

“It’s alright,” you hold your hand out, pushing Poe’s arm down. “It was an accident. What’s your name?” 

“R-Rix. I’m Rix Harik. I’m the… well, I work back here on the stage.”

You notice the way he grips his holopad, and give him a warm smile. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Rix. I’m—“

“Kyla,” he nods. “I know… well, everyone here knows who you are.” 

“Right. Well… this is Tel. He’s my escort.”

Rix glances at Poe. “G-good to meet you both.” 

“You too.”

Just as you go to speak, you hear two loud claps followed by the booming voice of Boz behind you. 

“Places everyone! Where is— Ah!” He grins as he spots you. “There’s our Sparkling Kyber!” 

Boz comes up, taking your hand, and twirling you around. You feign a laugh, stopping and steadying yourself. 

“Now, are we ready for tonight?” 

“Of course, and thank you for this wonderful dress.”

“Only the best for our new crowd-pleaser. Red is definitely your color.”

While you flash a mischievous smile, Poe happens to clear his throat. It catches both yours and Boz’s attention, and he straightens up. 

“I believe Rix was just about to mention that it’s almost time,” Poe says. Rix glances between Poe and Boz, gripping his holopad anxiously. 

“Y-yes, sir. It is about that—”

“Well, why didn’t you say so?!” Boz asks loudly, causing Rix to jump. “Let’s move it everyone!”

You had never seen a group move that fast; it reminded you of a small memory of your first day in the Resistance. Your first day after volunteering, seeing everyone run to their stations and attend to their duties. It wasn’t necessarily an exciting memory, but it was still a momentous one nonetheless— the first step to lead you where you are now.

Rix is quick to move after you give him another smile, and Boz turns back to you, a cunning smile. 

“Now, my darling, let’s show everyone what they came here for.” 

He holds his arm out for you, and you slide yours around his. Glancing back at Poe, he gives a curt nod before you follow Boz away. Poe keeps his eyes on you for a moment, then feels someone run their hand up his arm. Looking down, he sees one of the other women— her name escaping him— looking up at him, one corner of her painted red lips quirked up.

“Oh, come on sweet cheeks. Don’t pout now that the boss man took your sweetheart from you,” she teases. 

Poe shakes his head. “Oh, no—“

“I’ve seen that longing look many times before. You’re not fooling anyone.”

“She’s not my sweetheart. I’m her escort,” Poe speaks quickly. She hums in response, not quite believing his answer, but loops her arm around his.

“Well, then... lucky me,” she winks. “Then how about we—“

“I’m sorry, I have to work.”

Poe pulls his arm from her grasp, straightening his suit before he walks off. He hears her give out a taunting chuckle.

 “You know where to find me later! Just call out for Jeza!” She calls out.

Jeza, that was her name, Poe thinks as he walks away, turning into the lounge.

Music bursts throughout the room as the curtains are drawn, and Poe watches as everyone on stage begins dancing around. Dresses twirling, legs kicking up high— everyone was entranced. The rest of the women entertaining the patrons pulled them up to dance while others stayed and charmed at the bar. Bright, colorful lights illuminated the room, shining on those along the dance floor. Smoke lingers in the air, and Poe finds himself standing against the back wall, observing everyone while also having a clear view of the stage. Scanning the room, Poe’s eyes land on a few recognizable uniforms. 

He watches as two of the First Order officers clink together their small glasses, throwing back a light blue colored drink while motioning for the bar-tending droid for another round. Meanwhile, the other was enjoying the presence of a different Twi’lek girl. Poe became amused at the thought of how General Hugs Hux would react at the thought of his officers in such a place as this, not adhering proper protocol.

The music suddenly changes, and the lights dim— a single spotlight shining on the stage. Everyone becomes silent as the entertainers on the stage slowly part ways, clearing a path center stage. Boz steps forward, his arms out as his voice booms around the room.

“Ladies and gentleman, we have a special treat for you tonight and many more nights after this. May I present to you, our Sparkling Kyber. The one, the only… Kyla.” 

The room becomes alive again and everyone cheers as you walk along the stage, your red dress glittering as the spotlight shines against you. Poe keeps his eyes on you, watching as Baz holds his hand out for you to grab, and spins you around— causing the crowd to go wild. 

As you steady yourself, you keep your smile as your eyes somehow find Poe’s in the midst of the crowd. Not paying any mind to the roar of the crowd and the change in music, you allow Boz to lead you down off the stage onto the floor, and your gaze doesn’t stray away from Poe’s. You watch as Poe gives a slight nod, before you turn to face Boz. 

“I think I’ll go entertain at the bar. I’m absolutely parched.” 

“Of course my dear,” Boz slips his hand away from yours as you walk off. 

Everyone is back on the dance floor, bodies brushing against yours as you try to push through the crowd. While you noticed a few of your coworkers didn’t seem to mind the stray touches as they walked by, you were becoming infuriated.  A few of the men ogle at you, a couple asking for a dance or offering to buy you a drink which you ’graciously’ declined. They didn’t seem to be disheartened by it, they just wanted to be seen talking to you. 

You could feel yourself slowly becoming overwhelmed— all the bodies surrounding you, the looks and noises everyone was throwing your way— but you kept it hidden as you walked past everyone, still flashing a dashing smile. All you wanted was to get out of there, to be safe in the comfort of your quarters or even… even Poe’s presence. 

Looking up, you saw he was still in the same spot he was earlier, keeping his gaze hardened as he watches you make your way towards him. He tilts his head and you nod. He seems to understand, as he starts walking past a group to you, and you feel a sense of relief. 

But suddenly you’re frozen in place, a sickening feeling hits the pit of your stomach as you feel someone grope you from behind. Fists clenched, you can feel the bile rise to the back of your throat at the sound of a man’s voice whispering in your ear, the smell of alcohol hitting you hard. You don’t even hear what he says to you— and you definitely don’t see the way Poe begins pushing past those in his way to get to you— because you’re absolutely enraged.

And it’s already too late because the next thing you do is just react the best way you know how. 

You grip the man’s wrist, twisting around until you hear the sound of his pleading cry paired with a sickening crack. You don’t even care at the amount of eyes that are now on you because all you are seeing is red as deep as the shade of your dress. The man falls to his knees, and you keep a tight grip around his surely broken wrist as you lean down, gritting your teeth. 

“Don’t ever kriffing touch me again, got it?” You snarl, nails digging into the man’s skin. Before the man even responds, you hear Poe’s voice as he calls out your— Kyla’s— name. 

Following his voice, you see Poe standing there, eyes wide— in shock or awe, you’re not quite sure— as he stares at you. It’s then that you finally realize what’s happened, and Poe rushes towards you. Poe shoves the man to the ground and you finally release the man’s wrist as he falls back. Two other security guards are quick to apprehend the intoxicated man, dragging him away. 

You feel each and every pair of eyes on you, but their attention is diverted back to the stage as Boz claps and says something you don’t quite hear. Whatever it was, has the crowd back to before as if nothing had happened, and the music started up again. 

Hands shaking and your breath coming out short from how tight your throat gets now, your emotions get the better of you. You stumble against Poe, who hesitates to gently pull you towards him until you initiate by grabbing his arm. 

“It’s okay. S’okay,” he whispers, holding you upright. “Let’s go.” 

You aren’t sure if you nod or not, but Poe is quick to lead you away from the crowd anyway. The biggest challenge was trying to seem unfazed by the incident, but when most of your coworkers give you sympathetic looks while others roll their eyes, it becomes hard. All you can do is cling onto Poe, who stays silent as he leads you out of the lounge and into the elevator. The entire ride you don’t say anything, and Poe doesn’t poke to try and get you to either. He just continues to hold you close to him, comforting you as best as he can. 

But then everything hits you all at once, and suddenly you find yourself burying your face into Poe’s chest, gripping tightly onto his jacket. You don’t even know why you’re crying, you’re usually so composed. Poe sighs softly as you let out a choked sob, running his hand up and down your back. Poe keeps his arm around you the entire ride up, the entire walk down the hallway, and even after you walk into the Crimson Room. 

Even as you continue to hold tightly onto Poe, he doesn’t pull back. His hands run up your back to your shoulders.

“Hey… hey, Y/N? Look at me.” 

It takes a moment, but you finally look up at Poe— his eyes staring deep into yours. The room is quiet, Poe waits for you to speak first because of course he does. You only just realize how close you are, if you just leaned forward a bit more…

What? No, why would you even think that?

“Are you okay?”

Sniffling, you wipe the tears from your cheeks as you take a step back. “I’m so sorry, I don’t—”

“Don’t. Don’t you dare apologize,” Poe shakes his head, his voice stern and demanding. 

“I probably blew our cover—”

“You didn’t, sweetheart. And it doesn’t matter. That guy had no right to put his hands on you. No one does without your permission.”

The name catches you off-guard, but you brush it off as you move to sit down on the bed. An exhausted breath escapes you, and you rub your temple. Poe sits down as well, leaving space between the both of you.

“...To be honest, I was pretty impressed with the way you snapped his wrist,” Poe says, and you can’t help but scoff as you tilt your chin to look at him. 

“Really?”

“Really,” he smirks. “And I was really hoping that you were going to punch him, too.”

“I really wanted to.”

“I would’ve given anything to see that.”

In that split moment, you weren’t quite sure what was happening. Yes, of course Poe was being sweet and reassuring, but you weren’t sure why. You did almost risk blowing your cover, after all. Shouldn’t he be reprimanding you for that? 

Clearing your throat, you decide now would be a good time to stand, and smooth down the front of your dress. “I’m actually quite tired. You know, after having an… eventful night and all.” 

“Right, yes... “ Poe pushes off the mattress, making his way to the door. “I’ll just—”

“Wait.” 

Poe stops in his tracks and faces you, watching as you shift in place and fiddle with your fingernails. 

“Could you… help me with my dress? It’s just… it laces in the back and I can’t really reach.”

“...Yeah, of course.” 

Poe walks back up to you as you turn away from him, exposing the back of the dress to him. You feel him behind you, feeling his hands begin to undo the laces slowly. He’s being careful, you notice. Careful not to touch any of your bare skin, careful not to pull too hard on the strings. 

For a moment, you wonder what it would feel like if he did touch you, but you shake that thought away instantly.

As you feel the dress loosen, you hold the front up, and Poe’s hands pull away. 

“Alright, I’ll… I’ll go ahead and take my leave,” he says as you face him again. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m better now,” you nod. “Thank you.”

“I’ll always be there, okay? If you need anything.”

“I know you will.”

Poe gives a light smile, lingering in place a bit before finally taking his leave. As the doors whoosh behind him, you’re left alone with your mind racing about the events tonight. It couldn’t get worse, could it?  

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