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reunion pt. 1 (5/8) | r.b.

summary: His back rises and falls against your chest as Bertholdt stands, and your voice reeks with your own loathing and despair. You just want to know— “Bertholdt, please. What did I ever do to you to deserve to die?” Or, the return to Shiganshina is even worse than you imagined.

WARNINGS: aNGST ANGST ANGST, self loathing, swearing, mentions of heavy injuries and violence pairing: reiner braun x fem!reader word count: 6.4k

a/n: here we go!!! pain express. : )

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Launching yourself to the top of the Wall, you find Armin’s gaze as he steps up to you, and you shake your head.

“All I found was three cups,” you inform quickly, “and the pot.” Meeting Commander Erwin’s stare, your knees seem to lock as he turns to Armin who seems to digest the information as well. Turning away to look out on Shiganshina, your eyes sweep the torn buildings, the abandoned silence making your insides cold.

You’re here, aren’t you? Reiner… Bertholdt… did you think of me half as much as I’ve thought about you? I still want answers. Would you even give them to me? Or was Eren telling the truth when he told me what you said about us, Reiner? You surrounded yourself with incompetent fools.

Especially me.

Someone calls your name and you jerk out of your slow reverie, blinking as Armin grabs your elbow and you turn, tugging your green cloak tighter around yourself as your grasp on your ODM grips tightens. With the orders given, you split off from him and jump off the wall, iron wires shooting into the stone. Swinging down to the ground, you split off from the group to explore one of the homes built flush against the wall. Entering, your heart is rapid, pounding against your windpipe.

You try to think like them—where they’d hide, what they’d look like, trying to blend in, but as you ascend the steps of the home and fall to your knees, looking under the bed and the tables, you find nothing. You get to your feet and walk over to the window, pushing it open and shouting, “Clear!”

In response, a couple other Scouts shout their own results, all the same sa yours, and you hop out the window. Landing back on the ground, you’re about to migrate over to the next house when an acoustic shell goes off and you grit your teeth, wrenching your head up. Something inside you snaps.

Someone found them. They actually found them—

Clicking the triggers, you shoot up the wall, the wind nipping at your nose and you land easily, running over to Armin, his signal gun still in hand.

“Did you find them?” you breathe but he shakes his head as Scouts fall all around them, encircling him. Stepping closer, you feel an unheeded wave of relief wash over you followed by a flood of guilt and you clench your jaw, looking down at the stone beneath your boots.

Why? Why should I be grateful they haven’t been found? All they ever did was lie to me. All he ever did was make promises to my face and plotted to kill me behind my back—

Commander Erwin’s voice cuts through your hurricane thoughts, and you look up, receiving the new orders and splitting off from the group once again.

No. No, just stop thinking.

Wiping at your face with the back of your hand, your breath burns through your chest as your grappling hooks sink into the stone and you lower yourself down the wall beside Armin. Tapping your blades against stone, you hear the clink-clink of all the other Scouts doing the same as your eyes scan for cracks, wedges, anything.

They were never on your side.

“Shit,” you whisper to yourself, descending. A strange, futile twist of your gut has you aching, exhausted despite the campaign barely beginning, and your legs feel numb as you jump lower and lower, your swords scraping against the Wall. Looking over at Armin, you catch his forced smile, and you nod to yourself, returning your gaze to the surface in front of you, reaching left and right to make sure all spots are checked.

And every time, you pray that the sound is full.

Frowning when you land in front of a cracked part of the wall, your eyes trace the spider webbed fissure before you lift your hand and tap where the cracks seem to stem from. Heart staggering in your chest, your blood chills when you hear it’s hollow.

For a moment, you stare at the rock, knowing full well the eyes you’ll see behind it, and the world slows down into agonizing milliseconds. On instinct, your hand drops the sword and reaches for your belt before you shoot an acoustic shell towards the sky.

“Hey!” you scream, voice hoarse. “This spot is hollow!”

You turn to look at Armin just as a movement catches in the corner of your eye, and your head snaps back as the portion of the Wall is removed and dull silver shoots out of the darkness. Mouth dropping open, you wrench your stare up, pinning Reiner in the face, and you see the moment he recognizes you.

His eyes widen, arm freezing mid-thrust, the tip of the blade just barely digging into your chest. Not deep enough to bleed, but enough to prick.

You forget everything you need to say. Your voice catches in your throat, and a soft, shuddering breath escapes your lips. You understand why the world seems so slow now.

For what feels like years, you look into Reiner’s eyes before they narrow into a deadly glare, and your heart falls into the abyss. A chilling poison fills his entire face as he drops his blade, hand shooting out to grab your shoulder, and throwing you in. Plunged into darkness, you collide with stone as Reiner jumps out.

Shoulder and cheek blooming with a dull ache that comes and goes in tidal waves, you whirl around, retracting your iron wires with a quick press of your grips just as a blur of green flies past the hole. Eyes widening, you scramble forward.

Captain Levi yanks his blade out of Reiner’s neck and you watch as the captain shoots himself back up the Wall.

You hear the thud Reiner’s body makes, an empty sound that echoes in your head as you push yourself further over the edge of the hole. Yellow light bursts from his chest and you cover your face, squinting and gritting your teeth against the burning glare as Levi runs to you, pulling you out. The wind tears at your clothes, stinging your fingers as the fist at your collar tightens.

“Keep your distance and stick by him,” he growls into your ear before throwing you up. Activating your ODM gear, you burst up the wall, the captain beside you. “Reiner would’ve killed any other soldier if it weren’t you. Let’s hope that nepotism lasts.”

You eyes flit to Levi who only stares up, pale eyes narrowed against the bleak sky. You wish you could tell him that he’s wrong—he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

But your chest is hardening as the seconds pass, a coldness stemming from where the tip of Reiner’s sword had dug into you.

Throwing the final Thunder Spear you have at Reiner’s nape, you reroute yourself onto a nearby roof as the explosion goes off, rattling your entire skeleton. Slapping your hands over your ears, you squint at the blast before it disappears as quick as it came. As it dies down, you blink, trying to make out the shape of the Armoured Titan but dots still speckle your vision, blurring everything. Your ears ringing, a swelling feeling blocks up your chest.

What do you want to see? Do you want to see him again? On his feet, prepared to kill us. Prepared to kill you? Or will seeing him on his knees, steam rising from his body bring you more relief?

You’re not sure. Your body is thrumming with adrenaline, every thought of fatigue chased from your mind, and as you sink to one knee, you wait.

When the smoke finally clears, you finally see him. The Armoured Titan on his knees, keeling over, and at the nape of his neck, a pillar of steam rising from his body, sits Reiner. Lips parting, you surge to your feet and wait again, wait for him to begin to move.

Reiner… get up. What are you doing? Get up!

Boots shifting against the tiled rooftop, your grip on your swords tightens when you can’t even see the slightest rise and fall of his shoulders, the sway of his body. No, he’s statuesque in his position, and your heart drops as cheers rise all around you.

“The Armoured Titan just bit the dust!”

The words pass through one ear and out the other. Rooted to your spot, a burning begins to fester in your eyeballs as something warm slips over your cheeks, into your open mouth, and it tastes salty on your tongue. Breath shuddering in your chest, your vision begins to blur again and you blink, a fresh wave of tears streaming down your face.

No, no, stop it! Stop crying for him! He’s dead! You should be glad for that! Your voice is ragged in your head as you slam the heel of your hand into your temple. Stop it! Stop it! Reiner, move! Please, don’t be dead. Shit! Teeth clenched tight, you fall to your knees as Section Commander Hange just across the street from you with Mikasa and Armin, orders for another round of Thunder Spears. Your fingers dig into your scalp as Scouts begin to move, the steam rising from Reiner’s body hot enough even from here to scorch you.

A Scout lands beside you, giving you two near Spears, and you look at them blankly, knowing you should be eager to grab them, but you just can’t move.

‘Thank you,” you murmur to him and he only nods before moving on, just as you hear metal clink and your gaze wrenches up. The Armoured Titan throws his head back, jaw unhinging, and a piercing scream shatters the air. Eyes wide, your palms slap over your ears again as the air trembles and your heart halts in your chest, the air paralyzingly still.

The tiles beneath your knees seem to shake under the force of the wail before Reiner tilts forward, steaming corpse freezing even deeper in prostrate.

Crawling forward, your eyes fix on Reiner’s shoulders. Is he… he’s…

“Everyone, move away from the Armoured Titan!” The order barely distracts you as the other Scouts flee. Chancing a glance at your comrades, you realize they’re already barrelling away from you, and you steel your nerves, squaring your hips.

And then you launch yourself off the roof.

The tile breaks as you fly through the air, landing on the Titan’s shoulder, and you grunt, planting a palm flat against the surface. With a hard swallow, you push yourself to your feet and wipe the stubborn tears drying on your cheeks with a grimace.

We can still save him, you think to yourself resolutely. If he’s still alive, we can still save him

Submerging yourself in the white steam, you ignore the smouldering at your palms as you traverse up to the nape, stepping over the shattered remains of armour.

I already lost the farm.

Waving away the hot fog, you reach Reiner’s shoulder and fall to your knees beside him. It’s all coming from his head and you look down at his arms, still submerged in Titan flesh. Eyebrows knotting together, you reach out for the patch of skin you can still see, and electricity shoots up your bones when you realize he’s still warm.

I lost Annie.

“Shit!” Your hand flies to his back and his chest, feeling for a heartbeat and you try to listen for breaths as your palms slide against green fabric.

I’m not about to lose you, too.

You crane your neck to catch a glimpse of his face but it’s still nothing more than smoke and black and blood, dripping everywhere. Grimacing, you move your palms left just as a faint pulse renders you frozen.

Then, it’s another pulse, and another, soft and weak, but still there.

The sound of ODM gear makes your head snap up and your ribs ache when you realize who it is.

“Bertholdt.” His name is ripped out of your throat as he lands on the other side of Reiner, and for a moment, you see the best friend you once knew before he’s swallowed up by whoever he is now, eyes glinting with a calm you can’t recognize. “Bertholdt, help me.“

“Reiner. Is he—“

“No, he’s still alive,” you reply back quickly. He falls to his knees, moving your hands out of the way to feel for himself, and Bertholdt’s face goes lax when he feels what you did. “Help me get him out of here, please.”

“What the—he must’ve transferred his consciousness throughout his entire nervous system. We talked about it,” he mutters, almost to himself, “but only as a last resort. To think that he would actually need to.” Your eyes trail to his arms again, and you lift your sword. You could cut him out. If you have enough gas, you can probably pull the both of them back to the Wall—

“Bertholdt!” His gaze snaps to you and your fingers wrap around the hilt tighter. “Help me cut him out. I think we can save him if we just—“

“What are you doing?” he asks flatly. Stunned, you can only look at him and he turns his gaze away bitterly. “Why are you helping him? Trying to help me?”

“You’re my family, Bertholdt.” His shoulders go rigid, as if he’s holding back a flinch, and you lower the blade to the tendons along Reiner’s arm. “I have to save who I have left. I’m not going to leave you guys like I left Annie. We can still fix this. Please, please, please help me cut him out before the Scouts finish him off.”

“You’re more desperate than I thought.” It’s not cold, but it makes you freeze all the same. “You know how this is going to go. You always knew. You’re going to die,” he tells you firmly. You reel back, stung, but Bertholdt pays you no mind. “It doesn’t matter whether I help you or not.”

“Bertholdt—“

“Reiner,” he addresses his friend again and your eyes begin to burn again as your gaze finds where the flesh of the Titan meets Reiner’s arm, the glint of your blade so bright compared to the redness of the beast. Your entire body weighs a thousand pounds, and you squeeze your eyes tight, tears slipping down your nose. “Reiner, I need you to do something for me. You’re going to have to move, just a little bit. Lie down with your Titan body facing upwards.”

All you need to do is just swing off his arm. It should be so simple.

“And if you can’t, then I’m sorry. Prepare for the worst.”

Your face lifts up to find your old friend’s, but he refuses to look at you as you grab Reiner’s shoulders, pull yourself to his side. His back rises and falls against your chest as Bertholdt stands, and your voice reeks with your own loathing and despair. You just want to know— “Bertholdt, please. What did I ever do to you to deserve to die?”

His hands roll into fists before he reaches up to pull out his hand grips, long fingers wrapping around the triggers.

“Nothing. You’ll always be one of my dearest comrades. One of my truest friends.” His shoulders fall into his back as he tilts his head to look at you out of the corner of his eye. Your blood chills when you find nothing inside his own stare except cold, hard determination. “I’m just ending a war that we were unlucky enough to be born in. It’s nothing personal.”

Without another word, he jumps off Reiner’s shoulder and you snap your jaws shut, determined not to focus any more time on him. Turning back to Reiner, you run over in your head what Bertholdt had said.

Truest friend.

You feel stiff everywhere. Even when you try to shove his voice of your head, you can’t. One word leads to another and to another, until every memory is playing back, from the times he helped you muck the stables, to the years spent training side by side—you had known about his crush on Annie. Who else had known? You’d been the only one, you’re sure of it—

“I need you to do something for me.”

Shaking your head, your eyes fix on the back of Reiner’s head.

“If your consciousness is through your entire body, then cutting you out won’t do any permanent damage, will it?” you whisper near his ear, but he gives no sign of answer and you jerk back onto your knees. But what if it does? After all, permanent nerve damage is a thing that plagues a bunch of soldiers. I’ve seen it—what if that happens to him, too? Hands trembling, your guts get up into knots and you roll your fingers into fists but even still, it doesn’t help the shaking that travels up your arms. Permanent damage and alive is better than dead.

But what if it’s like cutting off a head? This is the host after all. None of this makes any sense!

“Reiner, if you can hear me”—you lunge forward again, fingers digging into his shoulders—“I need you to tell me if it’s okay. I can’t kill you. I can’t!” The ground trembles and you let out a gasp as the muscles of his back flex against your arm. Jerking back, you feel the same movement in the Armoured Titan’s shoulders and you let out a shout as a hand clasps sloppily over you.

Plunged into darkness, your ODM gear crashes against something hard and your body is jostled like a pebble about to be skipped over water. Blades flying freely, you try to get a good grasp on the hilt before you’re stabbed and you feel the air sifting between the cracks of plated fingers as you fall backwards.

Trying to get up, you manage to stumble to your feet just as the fist you’re trapped in jerks back and sends you flying backwards. Your head crashing into a plate, white stars explode in your vision and your body goes limp as you let out a soft groan. Eyes struggling to stay open, you barely make out the shape of the Armoured Titan’s fingers wrapped all around you before a wave of exhaustion crashes on your skull, and your neck gives out.

Head dropping back against the plate, a ringing silence fills the air, and your eyes slip shut. The pulsing ache in your temple stops moments later as something warm trails down the side of your face.

You don’t recall the last time you’ve laughed so hard your cheeks ache. You never would’ve guessed it would’ve been laughing at one of Connie’s jokes six months into cadet training as they walk back to the dorms.

“Fun times today. Who knew you could be such a joker?” Connie laughs, elbowing you. You rub the back of your neck, embarrassed. “Just needed a little time to warm up to us, huh?”

“Yeah,” Jean snorts. “Who could connect Little Miss Shy over here with the same girl who danced to the busker’s music just because Connie said to?”

“Oh, shut up, guys. Take a look in the mirror. Besides, I had to make sure I wouldn’t die of insanity the instant I hung out with you, Connie. I’m never playing Truth or Dare with you again,” you say pointedly. “Get to your bunks.” The boy mock salutes you to the amusement of Bertholdt and Reiner who stand with them, and you roll your eyes before shooting Jean and Connie a smile. “Goodnight, guys.”

“Goodnight.”

“And, er, goodnight, Reiner.”

He simply dips his head to you, and you try not to let your smile falter. Reiner breaks off from their group first, with Connie, then Jean, and Bertholdt lingers behind for a moment longer. Curious, you stop in front of the door to the dorm, arching an eyebrow.

“What’s up?”

“We had a good time today in Trost,” he says. “I’m glad you came with us.”

“Thanks for inviting me. I’m really sorry I couldn’t convince Annie to,” you add and he shakes his head. “I think she would’ve had a great time.”

“It’s okay.” Your eyes narrow a bit when you see he looks away. His hand runs through his hair nervously and an inkling of an idea sprouts in your head. Oh, no way. “Maybe next time?”

“Yeah, for sure.” Stepping away, you send him a final, tired smile. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

You step through the door and spot the lone figure still inside easily enough. The other girls must be washing up or sneaking something to eat from the kitchens, but you’re too exhausted to even think about doing so. You just remind yourself to wake up extra early tomorrow if you can so you can sneak into the showers before muster. Meandering over to your bed, you make yourself known to the blonde girl.

“Hey, Annie,” you say, stretching one of your arms high above your head. The blonde in question looks up and you offer a smile as you push yourself up onto her bunk uninvited. She begrudgingly moves aside, and you lay down on your stomach, removing something from your pocket as she leans against the wall of their dorm, book in her lap.

“Did you have any fun?” she asks dryly and you nod. “Well, what do you want?”

“I brought you something. I think you’ll like it.” Setting the package down in front of her, you watch her expression carefully, glee shooting through you when you notice her lips parting, a hint of a smile twitching her cheeks. It’s taken a lot of persistent work, but being able to read Annie’s micro-expressions is a joy all in itself as you roll onto your back against her legs. “You didn’t come to our first visit to Trost today. You missed out on a lot of fun.”

She doesn’t answer and you sigh, unfolding the paper bag quietly. Flashing the opening to her, you tilt your head.

“I bought you this. I thought you might like it,” you repeat, pointing at the cream bun within, and Annie’s eyes flash to the bag, widening just a bit. She sets down her book, and leans over, legs crossing, and you pull yourself up to mirror her position. Reaching forward, the blonde pulls out the first bit of the dessert carefully, and you try to hold back your huge grin. “I know you liked sweets, and I really missed you today. You should come next time.”

“You bought this for me?” she asks, confused, tearing the dough apart and you nod when blue eyes search your face. She pops a bite into her mouth, and you wait for reaction. Eyebrows shooting up, she almost looks impressed before she rips off another piece, and offers it to you.

You take it graciously, the sweetness in the bread melting into your blood and soothing your fatigued body from the inside out. “We’re friends, aren’t we? Of course I thought of you when I saw that bakery.”

“We’re comrades,” she corrects, but even so, there’s something warmer in her tone. You wonder if she even notices. “But still, that’s… nice of you.”

“It’s nothing. Just come with me next time, and you could have them fresh. They’re even better and have all these different flavours and custards.” Annie’s eyes narrow for a moment, before she shoves the bun back into the paper bag with a sigh.

“Fine.” You turn to climb off her bunk and duck into your own just underneath hers but she calls your name quietly. Poking your head above the railing, you quirk an eyebrow. “You forgot this.” She shoves the paper bag back towards you and you frown.

“It’s for you. You can have the rest of it,” you say and her arm falters, eyebrows shooting up and lips parting in incredulity. You flash her a smile. “Goodnight, Annie.” Jumping back to the floor, you hear the soft crinkling of the paper bag and a warmth burns through your chest as you pull the covers back and shrug off your jacket. Changing into plainclothes, you slip into bed with a soft sigh, your muscles yawning in relief.

“Goodnight,” a tired voice breaks the silence, and you roll onto your side, the corner of your mouth curving up as you bury your face into your pillow. Minutes pass, and your eyes begin to grow heavy as a sort of draw tugs at you. Pulling the sheets tight against your chest, your eyelids slide shut.

Then, quieter, that same voice cracking in your newfound darkness, you hear: “Thank you.”

The world fades black for only for a moment before you jolt awake, mind scrambling. You’re no longer in your bed at the cadet corps, and you let out a sharp breath when everything around you smells like dust rather than warm candle wax.

Your entire body is on fire. Groaning, you push yourself onto all fours and rub at your cheek as the body beneath your shifts. Something wet soaks into your sleeves and you reach blindly for your swords as the hand above you falls away. Disoriented, you cradle your head.

Why… why was I thinking about Annie? you wonder to yourself as you land on the palm of Reiner’s hand and the fingers begin to uncurl. I haven’t thought about that night since Stohess.

Sunlight sears your irises and you squint against the grey sky as you look up, and a tight invisible fist grabs your windpipe, strangling out any air you might’ve used to scream when glowing yellow eyes pin you down.

Maybe because she always made me believe that there shouldn’t be too much to fear in this world. Struggling to your feet, your fists clench tighter. Maybe because she fooled me into thinking that she’d be there for me.

Maybe I miss her.

That’s always been more likely.

You turn to look at your surroundings, your eyes straining against the light still, but as you keep blinking, you realize that it’s all on fire. Face screwing up, you look down at your hands. They’re stained with red. You swallow, a nausea tiding over you when you realize what you had wiped off your face hadn’t been tears, but your own blood.

Your head jerks up as a crashing rumbles the air, and you spot a giant red figure sweeping a hand through the rows of houses, molten stone. Fire flies everywhere. Smoke stains everything you can see.

Hell has come to us, you realize. We never had to die to become devils, did we?

“Bertholdt…” At your voice, the palm beneath you shifts and you can’t breathe as you look down, trying to keep yourself upright. Whirling around, you look up to see those Titan eyes peering down at you curiously, and you brandish your swords.

“Reiner!” Your vocal cords tear and you could’ve choked on your own blood as you swallow a clot down. “Reiner, I won’t kill you, but that doesn’t mean I won’t do everything I can to stop you!” His fingers curl. You feel one nudge into your back, forcing your weak knees to give in, and you bow over, fists slamming against the heel of his hand. “Fuck.”

Your world beveled, you sway on your hands and knees as you lift your head up to look at him. Seeing twins of everything, your eyes strain as you try to make sense of what’s up and what’s down as your skin, sticky with blood, tears against the wedge of his armour.

“Fuck,” you choke out rawly, eyes squeezing shut. “Fuck!”

Fingers pinch the back of your shirt delicately, and you’re hoisted into the air with a strangled gasp. Limbs flailing, you watch the ground get smaller as you’re lifted up. You’re like a limp doll in his fingers as Reiner twists to set you aside on a nearby roof.

When your knees meet tile, you let out a soft breath, your lips parted in the shape of his name.

“…Reiner?”

He does not answer. Instead, he turns your world upside down.

His hand drags through the structure beneath you. The stone gives in, cracks like egg shells, wood snaps, glass shatters into a million shards, and the ground beneath you crumbles, shakes, gives in even as you reach for him.

Suspended in mid-air for just a moment, you swear you can see him in the Titan’s face for just a moment, his eyes wide with regret, and then you’re plummeting through the debris, landing hard on your back. It punches the air out of you and your lungs spasm as you stare up at the sky caving above you. Entire body filled with a tingling numbness, shadows fall all over your face.

Crossing your arms over your head and locking them tight as you can, you turn your face away and squeeze your eyes tight as dust and stone rains down on your head, arms, body.

Ear to the ground, you go deaf from the entire world trembling with the sound of the Armoured Titan’s footsteps and it’s the only thing you can feel, even after the sun is eclipsed by wood and stone.

Connie stands over you.

His skin red with burns, he looms over you like a shadow, face pale, eyes wide as you stare right through him. Throat like ash and dry enough to scratch, your fingers twitch from where it’s trapped underneath a cinderblock and he breathes your name, shuddering and cold. Blood crumbles along your broken fingers as he shakes his head, his tears glimmering in the searing grey light. Crouching, he shifts something off your legs, lifts another block off your stomach, and your stomach flutters as you inhale raggedly.

Everything is destroyed inside you.

“C-onnie… Co-onnie…”

He works his way up your body, removing the parts of you that crush you still, and with every piece that he gets rid off, you realize that part of your body is still attached. Closing your eyes, your lips press together weakly and you swallow as he finally makes his way up to your face.

“Connie…” you whisper one last time as something warm puffs against your neck, and everything stills.

Then, hands grab your face. “Say that again!” he demands, and you let out a soft moan, brow wrinkling.

“C-Connie?”

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit!”

The hands are ripped off your face as if you had burned him, and your eyes crack open as he fumbles at his belt for his signal gun and shoots green smoke up at the sky, through a roof no longer above you anymore. The shot pierces your eardrums and your entire head begins to ring as you cough, blood spilling over your lips. Your arms feel shattered, aching so deeply, muscles so twisted that you can’t even lift them as Connie crouches back over you again, holding onto your face.

“H-how?”

“Reiner told us where you were. We thought you were dead! I’m going to get you out of here, though.” Grabbing one of your arms, he tugs and you let out a shout as the debris shifts around you. Your back screams, bones clicking awkwardly and he apologizes under his breath, as he hoists you up and forward. As you’re dragged back onto the street, your legs trail unevenly over the debris, every slide and knock of your boots against stone jolting through your fractured bones.

The cold wind that sweeps over your face as soon as you break through of the ash cloud is heaven sent.

“How badly does it hurt?” asks Connie.

“Like a—a building got dropped on me,” you breathe, and he lets out a shaky laugh, setting you down and procuring a waterskin. Carefully wrapping your pulsing fingers around it for you, he helps you tilt the water down your throat and you swallow greedily, stomach convulsing after sucking down lungfuls of grated stone and smoking ashes. Pitching forward, water dribbles down your chin and he takes the waterskin back. “The others. What’s going on with the others?”

“Sasha’s out, but she’s okay,” he reports. Your knees bend and your head hangs off your neck, staring at the road as you look at your own body. Your uniform’s been torn and dirtied to hell. “Bertholdt got taken down by Eren and Armin, and we got Reiner. Hange’s interrogating him now.”

“They’re… alive?” you rasp, harsh electricity scalding your chest. Your ribs shift with every unsteady breath, knives puncturing your side and your entire world is upside down still, fresh blood coating your face. You don’t know where your skin has broken, but you’re sure the warm sensation crawling down your neck isn’t sweat.

“For now. Hold on, let me check your gear.” Your fingers get that strange dull stretching sensation that comes with poor circulation, and you flex your hands and tighten them into fists, frowning to yourself as he leans in beside you. Twisting, something inside you tears apart and your lungs seize painfully as you stretch broken fingers for the grey metal canister. Connie pulls back. “Can you stand?”

“My—my gear. It’s dented,” you mumble, reaching down to the hand grips from where they still trail on the ground behind you. Wrapping your fingers around the triggers, you try to lift your head but a sharp pain stabs into your neck and your expression screws up tight. “Shit!” Connie’s hands find your shoulders but you wave him away, your breaths coming harsh, knocking against the sides of your body like a stick against a washing board. “I can stand.”

“You’re bleeding pretty badly,” he murmurs as you push yourself up, biting on the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from screaming. Blood bursts on your tongue as your entire right leg flares up, melting like forged metal from the inside out.

When you look down, you realize everything below your right knee looks curved and uneven, and as you place even more pressure on your right foot, hot, racing agony spirals up all the way into your hip.

“I think I broke my leg,” you finally say after a moment and Connie’s eyes fall to knee as you limp forward on your own. He reaches his arms out to scoop you up but you bat his hands away, shaking your head. “It’s fine. I can still walk. Come on.”

“I can’t believe this,” he mutters to himself, and you only give him an uneasy look before looking up at the buildings, trying to aim your gear. Head blooming, a heat swathes your body as you click and iron wire shoots out of your crushed gear. It lands awkwardly, not quite straight, but you tell yourself it has to be enough before you’re launching yourself into the air. “Follow me!”

Connie leads you through the destruction of Shiganshina, and your heart, pounding painfully against your breastbone, only quickens when you spot the pillar of steam that has to be Reiner’s body. Gas boosting you through the air, you swing towards it, your head spinning as Connie begins to lower himself down to the roof above where you see a green cape crouched by the wall.

Landing in the streets, you crash to the ground ungracefully, your right leg buckling and your left only barely managing to break your fall as you pitch forward, rolling onto your side with a restrained groan. Your ODM gear crashes jankily all around you. Your eyes burning with the pure fire lighting through you, you grit your teeth and push yourself up, gaze swinging to fix on the green cape standing beside a body,

“Hange,” you choke out and their eyes tear away from whatever they’re looking at as a new figure falls to his knees beside you.

“You’re okay.” Wincing at Jean’s rough voice in your ear, you turn your head to catch sight of a face similarly red to Connie’s. A bandaged is wrapped around his chest and arm, but he looks relatively okay as he helps you up. Your legs splayed out beside you, you push yourself onto your knees and grab onto his arms as he hauls you to your feet. “Shit, you look banged up.”

“I know. I’ll be okay.” Eyes fixing on the body still steaming, you catch sight of shadowed blond hair and, without thinking, your body sags when you realize who it is. “Reiner.” His head lifts just a bit at your voice, and you flinch back at his inflamed face, the smooth skin trying to stitch itself back together.

In one, forced breath, he barely whispers your name, and your feet move, as if he’s summoned. You nearly reach for him, your eyes fixed solely on where his eyes should be.

“Hey, stay back! We’re waiting for Mikasa’s signal,” Jean murmurs, wrapping his uninjured arm around you and your boots dig into the dirt as he grunts in your ear at your resistance. “Don’t do something stupid.”

“Jean—“

The sound of a shell firing off cuts off your words and you lift your blurry vision to the sky, making out the red smoke parting the grey just as the world begins to tremble for what feels like the fifth time today. Jean tears his arm off of you, and you whirl around as a four-legged Titan barrels towards them. He flings himself at their Section Commander, knocking both of them out of the way just as you send yourself flying up onto a roof and you twist back to make sure they’re okay.

Landing on the tile, you lean forward.

Paralyzed, you can only watch as the beast takes Reiner into his mouth and begins to run away. Rooted to your spot, your entire body locks up. Ice drips through your veins, warping your insides until you’re shivering, lips parted as you let out shuddering breaths ripe with your own blood.

Hands trembling, you watch the Titan disappear from view, and your fingers go lax, dropping your hand grips and letting them dangle off the roof like puppets whose strings have long since been abandoned.

The world seems to stop and you cannot hear anything except his quiet, raspy breath of your name.

It does not start again until Hange orders you to regroup with the others where Captain Levi is.

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ABANDONED VALOR

[frank castle x musician!reader]

author’s note: one of those 'i didn't want you to see me like this, but here we are anyway." things, in which our beloved musician!reader figures out who frank castle Really Is. we all knew i would come back to them eventually. implied violence, blood/injury, Feelings.

word count: 1394

ao3: here

Almost every morning, he woke from a dream.

It wasn’t always the same dream – rarely was it, actually – but the themes were the same, the plot was similar, and he always felt like he’d been shot in the chest, in the stomach, in the heart.

Dreaming about you – that only meant he had gotten too close, is all.

Fuck.

August melted seamlessly into September, the nights growing colder, longer, darker. Summertime sadness drifted off over the sea into the Southern Hemisphere, and that occasional Winter Depression dipped it’s toes in it’s cousin’s place, ready to fill those shoes when the time felt right.

Frank Castle felt the chill of the wind tickle the tips of his ears, tugged the worn leather jacket closer to his body with his hands buried in the pockets. You were walking beside him, arm carelessly, casually, looped through his. He kept eye contact with you scarce, only glanced at you from the corner of his always alert, always on edge gaze.

He had a job to handle that night, and he wasn’t about to let you be caught in the middle of it.

Frank held your old, sticker covered guitar case while you unlocked the door to your apartment building. He reminisced silently over the familiar weight, the familiar feel of having an instrument he loved in his hands for the first time in months, years, eons. He almost forgot what doing something for joy was like, then wondered if that’s why he hadn’t jumped town yet; left without saying goodbye.

Your apartment was very you, the signs you just played a gig prevalent in the organized chaos that overtook the most prominent spaces of your place. Sheets of music scattered on this table, open notes here, lyrics scrawled on scraps of paper there. Empty guitar stands, small holes in the decor void of practice amps and effects pedals. The equipment that belonged in those voids stayed with your band for the night; all you needed was your acoustic and the man who had breathed fresh life into your lungs.

Ars longa, vita brevis you said, when he commented on the way your music worked it’s way into your apartment decor. ‘Art is long, life is short.’ Art doesn’t wait for organization. When inspiration is there. . . it doesn’t wait until you’re primed and ready for pretty note taking. It comes in messy waves and late night dreams; it follows me home on the train when all I have is my phone recorder and a shitty Starbucks napkin.

Fair enough, he answered, lips tilted in that almost-smile, the one that made your heart beat fast against your rib cage. Frank respected the shit out of your artistry, your undying commitment to it – this was not an easy thing to chase, as a hobby or professionally.

God, he fucking missed playing music.

He waited until you were fast asleep, the movie still flickered soft neon colors in the darkness when he slipped out the front door and let himself out.

He wanted nothing more than to stay with you, just for one night. And maybe he should have, because he fucking hated that he came back instead of sticking to protocol, instead of going back to his apartment where no one could trace him back to you.

Whispered curses, heavy footfalls, soft thuds of jostled furniture. The noise of Frank’s return was careful, quiet, controlled. He wasn’t loud enough to pull you away from dreams being dreamt, but you never slept when Frank slipped out into the night. Never dreamed. It was a lazy doze at best, part of your soul reaching out to the soft embrace of a healing sleep, the other clawing for every part of the world to keep awake.

You found him in the bathroom, door half closed with the sink rinsing away the gore from his hands, then freeing it from his face. It was like a second skin, the way shades of red clung to him in varying stages. Rain slick freshness, also tough, dried, aged.

Wide eyes met guarded ones in the mirror’s reflection under the harsh, bright light. The early stages of a black eye began to blossom over Frank’s right eye, and you tensed – he didn’t miss the way you stopped short, the way words died right there in your throat, before they ever left your lips.

Your heart constricted once, twice, thrice – when your eyes finally adjusted from leaving the dark. Knuckles bright red, deep blue, swollen and raw from constant use. An arm cried crimson, begging for anything to stop the tears. Tender ribs, plum colored bruises blossomed the length of his side, around his jaw. That, too, had already begun to swell. He wore the beautiful colors of a sunset on his skin, though instead of being inspired, he threatened to break your heart and paint the tile floor with the rising tides of emotion.

This man with night blooming gardens for armor, for bones, for a life. It was breathtaking, nonetheless.

“Let me,” you said, voice quiet in strained silence. Tentative fingers closed around his shaking hand, took hold of the alcohol ready to kiss his injuries clean.

The fresh thrum of adrenaline went ignored as you worked, slow and efficient. Every time he hissed in pain, clenched hands around the counter top to keep from flinching – the deep ache in your soul flared something bright and fierce and ruthless.

What remained of the night passed primarily without conversation. The occasional questions left your lips, and Frank refused to lie to you. He knew you deserved better than this, than him, than everything his life entailed – but he was not going to poison what little solid ground this – whatever this was – had found by candy coating truths.

When the sky began to deliver the safety of daybreak, he was finally able to meet your eyes without fear. The blue hour was in it’s prime, dripped fresh, thick emotion heightened by a sleepless night. The contrast of his broken body to the regret that made home in his eyes – well.

This sure as shit was not what you signed up for.

“At least,” you spoke, unsure of so many things – unsure of what he expected you to say, after making it quite clear that no, I’m not going to throw you out, and yes, this isn’t ideal, but I knew, Frank. I knew there was something more to you. I knew it wasn’t conventional when you dodged my questions about what you do for a living. “At least you’ve given me new material to write about. Discreetly, of course.”

His shoulders shook before you heard the quiet laughter. It was natural, the smile that broke your sullen expression.

“Always the artist,” his voice was hoarse, but tension melted with the shadows. Soft peony pink light gave chase to unease. The night had begun to settle, and nothing seemed impossible when the sun illuminated skeletons in the closet.

Steady fingertips lifted to graze skin that still resembled skin, traced his cheekbones and threaded through his dark hair. Your touch was feather light, barely there, yet it still made Frank’s heartbeat rage more than any fight ever could.

In that moment, he made up his mind.

History was not going to repeat itself – not this time. Not in this city. Not with you.

A marred hand reached to twine with the one at your side, always gentle, always kind. You minded his injuries best you could, but he would rather feel the white hot flash of pain by your hand than by that of any other.

You lost yourselves in one another, but it was different that night, that morning, that place where time wasn’t quite one thing, nor the next. The lines blurred, then disappeared altogether, because the only thing that mattered was the grasp of those moments. The stark existence of a simple life made of anything other.

When you drifted off to sleep, his fingertips left ember trails smoldering along bare skin. You wondered if you loved him.

You were glowing with golden dust from fallen stars, glittering bright and hazy and he knew, deep, deep down, where this could go, what this could be. If he were someone else, if this was another life.

He slipped out before the sun rose above the horizon.

#frank castle x reader #frank castle imagine #frank castle x you #frank castle oneshot #marvel imagine #frank castle #the punisher imagine #the punisher #marvel one shot #kas writes

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Could you do 2 & 17 Smut with Hobi please💜

2. I like the way you say my name

17. No panties

Hoseok x reader

I’m sorry this took so long 😭

“Come on, Hoseok! We’re supposed to do the scavenger hunt and then go back to Gguk’s for movie night,” you huff as you cross your arms over your chest.

Hoseok hushes you, making you regret coming in the first place. You could have at least begged Kook to partner you up with someone other than your boyfriend, the biggest scaredy-cat there is. Maybe if you had batted your lashes and smiled brightly at Kook, he’d have changed your partner, but now you were stuck with Hoseok in a graveyard looking for a clue.

“This is dumb, Hoseok!” You mutter as you walk away from him, wanting to get out of the graveyard and back to Jungkook’s house down the block. Yoongi and Jin had already run past you ten minutes ago, and you were sure everyone was nearly done with the hunt.

“It’s gotta be around here somewhere,” Hoseok ignores you as he looks around the graves closest to him, but you’ve had enough and when you hear a commotion, your heart races frantically in your chest.

You’re relieved to see it’s just your friends, Tae, Jimin and Joon, who are heading to Gguk’s house.

“I’m coming with you!” You exclaim, leaving no room for argument as you put your arm through Namjoon’s and walk away with them. They show you their clue, knowing that the next one is at Jungkook’s house. You wave at your boyfriend, who waves back before going the opposite direction.

“He’s looking in the wrong spot,” Taehyung chuckles as you leave the graveyard and make your way down the block. You pass a few trick-or-treaters as your eyes land on Jungkook’s house. He’s standing on the porch dressed as Android 17 and handing out candy to the kids. He smiles widely when he sees the four of you approaching.

“Hey! Yoongi and Jin are inside! I’m glad you’re back,” he greets enthusiastically as you walk up on the porch. You hug him in greeting and he looks behind you, “where’s Hoseok?”

“Still looking for the clue,” you sigh.

“You left him in the graveyard alone?” Jungkook asks, worried.

“He’ll be here in a few minutes when he gets scared,” Jimin shrugs and you make your way into Jungkook’s home.

You’re not surprised he’s gone all out on decorations, from fake skeletons, to bats, to cobwebs you hope are fake.

“You made it!” Yoongi says as he pulls you into a hug, making sure not to move your halo of your angel costume.

“Yeah, had to leave Hoseok though,” Jin’s brows furrows, but he shrugs as the doorbell rings and Jungkook pays for the pizza. You all immediately go to it, grabbing slices and drinks before piling into the living room where a movie is paused on the screen.

You grab your phone, calling Hoseok to see when he’ll be over.

“Hello?”

“Hey, babe. We’re all waiting for you, hurry!” You pout as Jungkook gets up to turn the porch light off and check the block to make sure no more kids would be coming by.

“I’m around the corner, I’ll see you in a bit. Thanks for leaving me alone by the way,” he growls and you apologize before telling him you love him.

True to his word, Hoseok comes through the door a few minutes later. Taking his wings off and setting them to the side, being an archangel was harder than he thought it would be. He quickly realized wearing a heavy set of wings during the scavenger hunt wasn’t such a good idea.

Hoseok greets everyone, grabbing some food and sitting beside you on the loveseat. He kisses your cheek and Jungkook asks if everyone’s ready as he hits play.

For the first half of the movie, you’re enthralled by the plot but soon lose interest when Hoseok wraps his arm around your waist, his lips planting kisses on your neck as he whispers the ending into your ear. You elbow him, making your friends look at you with curious looks when he yelps.

“Sorry,” you murmur as you try to watch the rest of the movie.

“Let’s play hide and seek,” Taehyung suggests, and everyone easily agrees. They play rock, paper, scissors until Hoseok ends up losing and has to count.

The moment he starts counting, everyone skitters around Hoseok’s house. You run down the hall, finding a closet and throwing the door open. Jimin tries to squeeze in with you, but you glare at him.

“I found it first,” you hiss, sticking your tongue out at him. Jimin pouts, flipping you off before taking off down the hallway and up the stairs.

“Ready or not... here I come!” Hoseok’s voice rings through the house, making you shiver as you move further into the closet. You don’t have to win the game, but you don’t want to be the first one caught either.

You can hear footsteps approaching, your heart pounding in your ears as you close your eyes and wait.

“I know you’re in here, angel.” Hoseok’s growl has you biting back a squeal as the doorknob rattles. A smirk appears on Hoseok’s face, “angel.”

You freeze, heart skipping a beat as the door slowly creeps open and his dark eyes meet yours.

“Hello, dear. Missed me?” His salacious smirk has you clenching around nothing as you nod immediately, your thighs pressing together.

Hoseok shuts the door after him, hitting the lock before he takes a few steps and is right in front of you. His hand comes up between you, his fingers delicately stroking your cheek.

“Such a pretty angel,” he murmurs to himself as you melt in his touch, your cheek in his hand. “But so evil to leave me on my own in a fucking graveyard.”

“I-I’m sorry,” you stutter as you look into his eyes. He rolls his eyes at you, “no you’re not. Dressed as an angel, but acting like a devil.”

Hoseok kisses your lips, trailing kisses to your neck as his teeth nip at your skin, you arch into him.

“Hoseok!”

He smirks, “I like the way you say my name.”

“Hoseok,” you repeat as you reach out to grab his shirt.

Hoseok peels your wings off carefully, his eyes drawn to your chest, nearly popping out of your dress thanks to the built-in bra. He licks his lips, his tongue licking right between your breasts before licking your neck, sucking a mark into it.

His hands cup your face as he kisses you once again, your heart fluttering in your chest. His hand moves down your body to your neck, then your breast, squeezing it before he grips your hip. He looks at your halo, “we’ll keep that on for now.”

His hand toys with the hem of your dress, his fingers lightly brushing your thighs, teasing you.

“Please touch me,” you plead, arousal pooling deep in your abdomen. Hoseok growls, giving you a harsh glare that has you whimpering and your thighs pressing together; your cunt clenching around nothing.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do, angel. You’re in no position to make demands after leaving me all alone tonight,” Hoseok tuts, his thigh pushing between your own as he grips your hip tightly. His other hand embedded itself in your hair, pulling you into a kiss so passionate it makes your toes curl.

You gasp for breath, feeling his lips on your neck, fueling the heat that pools inside you. Your hands grip his shoulders as he nips and sucks at the flesh, moans filling the small space.

When Hoseok’s hand is on your thighs again, you bite your lip. He looks at you, locking you in his obsidian gaze as his fingers skirt under your short white dress.

“No panties, baby? Were you hoping this would happen? Perhaps in the graveyard?” He raises a brow, his jaw clenched. You want to kiss him, to fuck him, to devour him whole if it’s what he so desires.

“Y-yes,” you admit, feeling your neck flush with heat as you look away, ignoring the pulsing of your wet cunt. Hoseok feels his heart flutter in his chest as he holds your hips. He hopes the closet is dark enough for you to miss the pink hues that spread across the apples of his cheeks.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs instead, placing a soft kiss on your lips as his fingers brush along your wet folds. You gasp, allowing his tongue to push past your lips and into your mouth when his fingers push into you.

You grind down on his palm, craving more of him as his fingers curl and his lips coax moans from your own. Your body is flushed with heat and desire as you kiss him deeply. Hoseok grunts, his hips grinding against you as you claw at his back, whimpers leaving your lips as you come wrapped around his fingers.

“Hoseok!” You cry out, holding him tight as your body fully unravels. Hoseok admires the way you come undone for him, his cock throbbing at the sight.

“Good girl,” Hoseok praise, planting a kiss on your cheek. You try to kiss him again, but he turns you around to face the wall. He bends you over slightly, lifting your dress and smacking your ass.

He groans when he sees it jiggle, groping handfuls of it before smacking it once again. You moan his name, bending further to entice him, and it seems to work. Hoseok fumbles with the button of his pants and the zipper, groaning when his hand wraps around his cock.

Your name tumbles from his lips, his cock pushing into you in one thrust. You gasp, his name rolling off your tongue as you place your hand over his.

“Fuck,” he growls into your shoulder, thrust in in and out of you. You curse and cry out his name, wanting more but feeling utterly stuffed.

“S-so good, Hoseok,” you shut your eyes, your fingers lacing with his. Hoseok nips at your neck, his free hand rubbing at your clit. You tremble in his hold, begging him to let you come.

“Not yet,” he rasps, his nose buried in your neck as he fucks you harder, deeper. You moan, your hips meeting his as you begin to feel a flame spread throughout your body, coursing with pleasure. Hoseok groans, his eyes fluttering shut as he mutters, “come.”

You do so, crying out for him as he fucks you through it. He holds you tight as he kisses your neck, your name whispered into your neck as he comes right after. He gives you a few more thrusts, ensuring you’ve taken every last drop of his seed before he pulls out of you.

Your thighs tremble, causing you to nearly collapse, but he catches you. He holds you in his arms, kissing your head before he helps straighten up your costume and then his.

“You think you can walk?” He asks softly as he has you stand on your own, his hands on either side of you to catch you if he needs to.

“I’m not wearing panties,” you remind him, his cheeks flush scarlet.

“We can go home,” he assured you. You nod as you feel his cum begin to escape you. You clench, but a worried look crosses your face and he blanches. “Let’s get you to the bathroom.”

“That’ll do,” you take his hand as he leads you out of the closet, thankful that none of your friends are out in the hall. You quickly waddle your way to the bathroom, cleaning yourself off and joining Hoseok back in the hall.

“Good?” He asks and you nod, kissing his cheek.

“Let’s go home, angel. I wanna see how cute you look sucking my dick in that halo of yours.”

“Hoseok!” You elbow him as you giggle. Hoseok grins smugly, smacking your ass as you leave the house.

“Did Hoseok forget about us?” Jimin asks Taehyung who’s hiding with him under the bed upstairs.

“I think he left... was that the front door?”

“Well, fuck.”

#halloween drabbles #i had written this so well and then it didn't save :/

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Riverdale Season 5 Episode 7 Review – Chapter 83: Fire in the Sky

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Riverdale meets The X-Files in a bizarre, hilarious outing.

This RIVERDALE review contains spoilers.

Riverdale Season 5 Episode 7

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“Something very strange happened in Riverdale last night.”

It’s increasingly difficult to review Riverdale because this remains a show that has transcended criticism.

To be blunt, it just does not give a single fuck. Not that it has to at this point.

We’re not even ten episodes into the series’ fifth season yet and the sheer volume of things happening right now is whiplash inducing. This latest episode featured, ahem, UFOs, serial killers, art forgery, irresponsible firefighting, ham-fisted commentary on contemporary issues ranging from fiscal crises to veterans suffering from PTSD, and a dance off. I’m sure I missed something just there, but that’s forgivable seeing how Riverdale remains a show that jarringly transitions from one increasingly inexplicable plotline to the next, pausing only when it deems fit to throw in a baffling musical montage.

So as someone whose job it is to parse the subjective quality of the show, installments like the one that just aired make such a task a fool’s errand. I mean seriously, how can you even begin to sum up such an experience other than to sigh, and get started on the confounding work that lies ahead?

This episode made me feel simultaneously concussed and giddy. Was it a great episode? Or a terrible one? With Riverdale who can even tell anymore, and that’s probably the whole point. I’ll tell you this though, it was ridiculously entertaining.

There’s nothing as daringly go-for-broke that the series’ has attempted before as the current Jughead storyline. A failure as a writer, he has resorted to working at Pop’s (is he even teaching at Riverdale High anymore?) and drinking his days away. Oh yeah, he’s also immersed in the sort of psuedo-scientific happenings that are the stuff of a Leonard Nimoy In Search Of… fever dream currently plaguing his community.

Since Riverdale doesn’t believe in understating anything, Jug is investigating Mothmen and UFO’s now. Let that sink in for a moment. Clearly the producers are going for a The X-Files thing here, even if its maple syrup-drenched stank is more of the Baywatch Nights sci-fi variety. But I digress. As with everything in 2021, it’s unclear exactly what the hell is happening here. It is established here through a charming flashback featuring 1970s Pop Tate that the town has a heretofore unrevealed supernatural past. Maybe Tabitha is right, as Jughead’s UFO experience was just a result of his budding alcoholism. But you just know that this is all leading to some big science fiction reveal, and you should know how much this thrills me given what website you are reading these words on.

The only problem with the Jughead storyline right now is it takes us into “how you gonna keep ’em down on the farm once you’ve they’ve seen Karl Hungus?” territory by immediately making anything else that happens in this episode/on TV this week woefully dull by comparison. The Swedlow Swamp bodies and Betty’s fear of the return of the Trash Bag Killer as well as the Veronica Lodge equivalent of The Big Short featured here are great…and immediately undercut narratively by the fact that there’s a MAPLE DRENCHED MOTHMAN SKELETON chilling in Pop’s backroom. In any other episode I’d be swooning. Here though they are swept away in Jughead’s riptide of science fiction insanity.

As for the other plot developments, the Vixens saga is only interesting in that it sets the stage for the inevitable Choni romantic reunion. Archie’s firefighting crusade is just the latest manifestation of his messiah complex. Again, these things happened in an episode that featured an extended Close Encounters of the Third Kind homage, so yeah, no.

The biggest problem with Riverdale remains its divide and conquer strategy when it comes to its storytelling: Busying characters with their own detached plots that may or may not intertwine fully eventually. Sticking the landing hasn’t really been accomplished gracefully since the first season finale. Which isn’t to say that plate-spinning isn’t a beautiful thing to watch sometimes, especially when said plates are smeared with the maple-soaked skin of decaying Mothmen.

Keep getting stranger and dumber, Riverdale. You magnificent bastard. Let’s get weird.

Riverdale Rundown

• In case you think that UFO’s are a bit much, even for this show, let me remind you that the original Archie comics are an absolute hotbed of alien abduction storylines.

• This episode features an appearance by Katy Keene supporting character Bernardo Bixby (Ryan Faucett) as Archie’s firefighting mentor. Although the CW may be done with that specific corner of the Archieverse, it’s a welcome sight to see figures from that show popping up in Riverdale. And indeed on Riverdale.

• It occurred to me that this series still has yet to feature a cover of Elvis Costello’s “Veronica.” Shocking.

• Jacker Cracks are the lastest in Riverdale‘s long line of glorious fake products.

• As per usual, Cheryl delivers the episode’s best line: “I’ve seen a porcelain doll possessed by my dead brother move faster than you lot.”

• It bears repeating, Veronica is a terrible teacher.

• Nurse Nightingale is in the employ of Riverdale High School. Naturally.

• This show’s licensees need to release Riverdale High School mugs and Pop Tate bobbleheads ASAP.

• We learn that during Archie’s army service overseas he mistook a wolf for a dog and was subsequently mauled. Classic Archie!

• So what is Mr. Lodge’s “endgame” hinted at here tonight? My bet is that it involves working with the military on whatever testing/Mothman shenanigans they are involved with.

• Only in Riverdale for five minutes and Eric Jackson (Sommer Carbuccia) already has Hiram’s number, summarizing him as “another fat cat trying to line his pockets by gaming the system.”

• Point to ponder: Are the bodies turning up in Swedlow Swamp related to the Trash Bag Killer’s murder spree, or is this merely an anxiety-inducing red herring for Betty?

• Pop’s yearning for “the lights to come back” was weirdly heartbreaking.

• Am I the only one yearning for a Nana Rose/Dr. Curdle Jr. spin-off?

• Next week: Riverdale holds a key party! Don’t ever forget we are living in an era of peak television.

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- ̗̀ NOW INTRODUCING: IVES ❝ IVY ❞ SERRANO !

( DANNA PAOLA, 24, CISFEMALE ) I just bumped into IVES "IVY" SERRANO the other day while walking down NORTH Kingsboro, where SHE lives. I hear they can be SEDUCTIVE and MANIPULATIVE, but when I think of them I immediately think about ROSE PETAL BLUNTS, STRAWBERRY CHAMPAGNE, AND SIX INCH STILETTOS.

hi hello it’s tay back again w another one of my demon spawn muses !! apparently chaotic bisexuals w fcs from elite is just my brand™️ but anyway ivy is probably my favorite oc i’ve ever made so i have A Lot to say abt this messy bitch !! if u go H E R E i have a very long stats/bio page with pretty much everything i could think of BUT i will try to summarize the main points semi-concisely

- ̗̀♡ — › background !

the main thing u need to know about ivy is that she is lying ! always !! her real name isn’t even actually ivy smh

she was born natalie rose serrano, to two working class parents in new york city. she knew from a young age that she was just supposed to be rich and famous, and that something had gotten mixed up somewhere and she was put in the wrong life.

in high school she got a scholarship to a fancy private catholic school, and that’s where she started to hone her craft of manipulating rich people. she would befriend all of the richest bitches at school and take advantage of everything that came along with it: vacations to far away places, stays in the family’s cabins and lake houses, even designer clothes that her friends no longer wanted and would gift to her, thinking it was their idea all along

as she grew up and got better at getting what she wanted out of people, her entitled attitude only got worse, driving a wedge between her and her parents, who kept waiting for her to develop a work ethic and kept being disappointed. a few months after she graduated high school, on her 18th birthday, her parents kicked her out of the house and cut her off, hoping that it would force her to grow up and take on any responsibility

but that plan backfired for them, her parents underestimating how truly stubborn natalie was. the day after her 18th, she wandered into a local strip club and got a job, figuring it’d be the easiest and quickest way to get some cash, and she took to it naturally and actually really enjoyed stripping

she started to embody an entirely new persona that she had created for herself, dancing under the name poison ivy and telling everyone she was a trust fund baby that had been cut off from her rich parents, needing to dance to supplement her income, and her lies just continued to spiral out of control until she almost started to believe it herself. she had never told anyone at the club her real name, not even the other strippers, just going by “ivy” for a while.

she had learned to weaponize the power she had over people by being pretty and charming, using her looks for absolute evil and doing whatever it took to get money—from straight up pickpocketing, to making men buy her expensive gifts, to blackmailing, to sugar babying, to getting patrons wasted and manipulating them into tipping her absurd amounts... she did it all, very quickly earning enough to live the life she had always dreamed of, that she felt she deserved for whatever twisted reason.

she started posting on instagram with the name poison ivy generally just flaunting her carefree, extravagant life, often exaggerating or down right lying just to really dazzle her quickly growing audience

as she started to go down the influencer route, she realized she needed to do something to hide the skeletons in her closet ( the fact that she didn’t actually come from money and was making far more than was normal for even the best of dancers, a couple of small possession / shoplifting charges, and just generally anything that could lead people to her real identity ) so she started to tell people her name was ives, fully taking on the new identity. she even went so far as to make some of the people that had been closest to her sign NDAs about her real identity, making sure that no one could sell info about her should her plan of being famous work out

and it did work out !! at first she was definitely buying followers/likes to boost her likelihood of brand sponsorships, but eventually she faked it until she made it and actually attained influencer status

she also started sleeping around with pretty much any famous person she could, having very public relationships and breakups and scandals to keep her name in the press, which ultimately lead to more exposure/people following her, if only to see what she did next, which lead to even more sponsorships

she’s probably been in kingsboro for a few years, living in a super fancy one bedroom apartment that she definitley doesn’t pay for ( she doesn’t even know how much her rent is tbh )

eventually she stopped dancing and just focused on her influencing or whatever, but she never stopped sugar babying and scamming rich stupid men, still very much using that as a means to keep up her lifestyle. she’s also done a few modeling things, but it’s mostly just like catalog work or being the face of a trendy campaign bc she’s way too short for the runway

she also recently made an only fans account bc she was bored one night and was mostly planning on posting once as a joke but then she made a bunch of money / got a bunch of subscribers and was like oh word ? i can do that ! so she will post on there from time to time but she’s not like... super serious about it ya know ?

so basically she’s jus here making money being pretty and pulling a long ass scam on... everyone

- ̗̀♡ — › personality !

she’s a real two faced bitch... she has perfected the art of becoming whoever she thinks other people want her to be, quickly adapting her personality to get whatever she wants

she’s usually pretty friendly actually, really charming and outgoing and just trying to have a good time

she has a pretty short temper tho and holds grudges like you wouldn’t believe, so once you’re on her bad side... good luck lol she is so ruthless

she’s like... deeply, deeply selfish and will always put herself first, but she’s so manipulative that she can make people do things that they think are their idea, but it’s really just something she planted in their head so it’s not always obvious

also very spoiled and will throw a mf fit if she doesn’t get her way or u say no to her

always going out !! always doing the most !! she’s the type to show up randomly at ur door at 8pm on a tuesday with a bottle of tequila and make u party with her whether u like it or not

she’s a lot smarter than she lets on sometimes, like she knows people expect her to be stupid and ditzy and shallow and she’ll let them underestimate her when it’s beneficial

always looks perfectly put together— her nails are always meticulously manicured, usually w stiletto shaped acrylics, and you’ll literally never see her outside her house without makeup and a perfectly composed outfit. it’s also a rare occasion that she’s not wearing at least six inch heels, trying to make up for bein so mf short ( she’s 5’3 )

she talks A Lot but is really good at saying a lot of words without actually saying anything, like you can be best friends with her for months and then just be like “i don’t actually know a single thing about her”

always up to no good and sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong !! she’s always got some sort of scheme going or getting in to some kind of drama

v much a hoe and v much proud of it, will sleep w just about anyone especially if she can get something out of it

also a serial dater !! she’s always hoping in and out of relationships and being rumored to be with a dozen people at once

most definitely calls paparazzi on herself, especially when she’s around other famous ppl but will never admit it

compulsive liar, she will literally lie about the dumbest things like she doesn’t even need a reason to lie she jus.. does

- ̗̀♡ — › wanted connections !

hookups / flings / one night stands / fwbs all that shit !!

exes on bad terms ... gimme drama pls

enemies / ppl she’s stolen from maybe... she would definitely deny it and say they’re jus jealous of her or smth stupid but that could make the feud worse

party pals !! like i said she goes out a lot and always somehow manages to make new friends and drag them into her shenanigans

on again / off again exes... i want the Angst so bad..

unlikely friends !! like ppl who are nice and sweet and Pure, she could use a lil good energy in her life

neighbors ... mb they hate her for always being loud n throwing mini parties OR maybe they join in

mean girl rivalries !!

someone she’s taking advantage of / stealing from without them knowing .. oof

partner in crime !!!

one sided crushes or like someone she’s stringing along smh

sugar daddies mb 😇

someone to put her in her mf place JDKDKD like they call her out on her bs and are like “i see what ur doing bitch stay away from my friends” type thing

idk anything really !! gimme all the messy plots ok :~)

#kingsboro.intro

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lily liveblogs Atlantis 1x01 - “The Earth Bull”

Okay, @noxelementalist suggested I might like the BBC’s Atlantis, so I figured I’d give it a shot. I watched the trailer for Season One, and I was in as soon as Pythagoras (yes, that one) introduced himself, but I finally got around to watching the first episode tonight.

The hardest part of portal fantasies is getting the modern main character to the new place. I like that this transition happens fast. In the modern world, Jason's talking to a dude about going in a sub to look for the wreckage of his missing father's ship and also he has a necklace macguffin and some cryptic clues about destiny. That's all we need really.

The credits are all backwards. I really hope that's not a trend.

Oh, the dad's ship is named the Oracle, because of course it is.

HOW DID HE LOSE HIS SHIRT *AND* HIS PANTS WHEN THE SUB EXPLODED BUT NOT HIS NECKLACE?

Oh, good, he finds some clothes so he looks like a local.

(Was he in the Mediterranean on our Earth when this happened? NO CLUE.)

Was this filmed in Malta? It looks like Malta.

Oh, we're definitely not in Kansas anymore - there's a two-headed dragon. WHY DID YOU THINK PETTING IT WAS A GOOD IDEA, EXACTLY??

The dragon overturns a vegetable cart, and there's a butternut squash next to a pomegranate and my botany!self calls bullshit on the squash. NORTH AMERICAN NATIVE VEGETABLES DO NOT END UP IN ANCIENT CRETE (or wherever), SORRY.

Why IS there a dragon running around anyway? Shouldn't it be, I don't know, LEASHED or something?

Of course, he's going to destroy the entire market now in the ensuring chase, I don't make the rules.

Oh, there goes a watermelon cart. These originated in West Africa, so, I don't know, like maybe kinda plausible? More so than the butternut squash, anyway.

Dragons like melons - so Jason distracts it with that, then he throws a basket over both its head and pummels it with a stick. Some guards show up, but of course, they're not sympathetic, so he has to keep running...

A guard shoots him with an arrow. OW. That hurts.

INTO THE GARBAGE CHUTE, FLYBOY! Oh, wait, he's going to land on Pythagoras... what a way to meet-cute.

Oh, wait, he falls off the edge and Pythagoras catches his hand. It's been like three seconds and I ship them already. The fact that Jason ends up falling on top of him DOES NOT HELP with the shipping vibes, okay?

Aww, and then he starts shaking and hugging Pythagoras because he's so scared and relieved and Pythagoras is like "Do we hug? This is... fine?" confused, and I'm just grinning like an idiot because this is ambiguous platonic brotherhood/not-so-platonic OTP shipping at its finest.

Oh, it's Atlantis, that's why there's a dragon AND Pythagoras AND King Minos, I get it now.

THE LOOK ON PYTHAGORAS'S FACE WHEN JASON SAYS "YOU'RE THE TRIANGLE GUY" AHHHHHHHHHHHH *cries in sympathy for my fellow nerd*

(The other part of my brain is shouting "THAT'S EUCLID PROPOSITION 1.47, YOU ASSHOLES" but ignore it, this is really just too cute for words.)

And Hercules is his roommate...? Okay... and Pythagoras is gonna make a fat joke, not a fan. Hercules sums up my reaction: "My friend is under the false impression he's amusing."

Ah, now the necklace macguffin is coming into play. So he goes to see the Oracle about it.

Annnnndddd Hercules is already there. With some sort of bull symbol on his forehead.

Turns out the Oracle is expecting Jason because she's just that good, LOL. She has her back to him for the scene, so we can't see her face, but she's got a sweet tattoo of a stylized bull skull on her back.

They sacrifice a chicken and stare at the blood, like you do. The Oracle says there's a multiverse! Turns out Jason's father took him to our Earth when he was a baby for.. reasons. Is she his mom? Is that what this is about?

Oh, his father is either King Minos or Hercules, and my money's on the King.

Oh, wait, his father's dead. This must make Minos the Big Bad. The Oracle punts on the mom question, so that's still TBD.

I wonder... does Jason's quest involve a boat? A journey? Some ARGONAUTS, perhaps? (And maybe--just maybe--some living skeletons? Pretty please?)

Turns out the Oracle admits to her companion that she was lying! So my guesses still stand. Minos probably is the Big Bad, though, because otherwise it's Too Easy to Resolve the Plot and Daddy Issues.

Pythagoras shows up and introduces a plot point: there's a procession to the Temple of Poseidon because they're going to select tributes to offer to the Minotaur. Also: backstory.

There's a curfew, and Jason has nowhere to go, and you can just see Pythagoras gearing himself up to ask Jason to stay with HIM, and I'm just... the writers are making this really easy to ship this, aren't they?

"What about Hercules?" "Oh, he's usually so drunk when he gets back from the tavern, he won't even notice you're there." LOLOLOLOL.

Cut to Hercules, not impressed with Pythagoras's tastes in men. Despite my "only one bed" jokes to the contrary, Jason gets the couch, which is why he sees Hercules sneaking out. Of course, he wakes up Pythagoras and they chase him down, guards be damned. Hercules says the Oracle saw him in the Labyrinth, and he's trying to avoid his fate. This is... gonna end poorly, isn't it.

Oh, now they're being chased by "hunting lions" through the city in the middle of the night. Jason does an amazing flip to escape and doesn't know how he did it.

Cut to the day. Geographically incorrect red-tailed hawk scream. They're all drawing lots to see who gets fed to the Minotaur. I wonder if Jason's going to "volunteer as tribute".

How long does it take 20,000 people to draw lots anyway?

Hercules draws a white stone. There's a girl checking out Jason before he draw a white stone too. LOVE INTEREST AHOY. The King and Queen are sarcastic. Pythagoras draws the black stone. He looks crushed.

Council of war! "Maybe you could talk about triangles and BORE the Minotaur to death," says Hercules. Pythagoras tries to explain that triangles are really fascinating and something about their angles and Herc is not buying it. Don't listen to him, Pythagoras.

Oh, the girl is Ariadne, she's having dinner with her parents, but she's really all hot and bothered about Jason, isn't she?

And... Pasiphae is an archetypal Bitch!Mom. Sigh. She slaps Ariadne when Ariadne obliquely refers to the fact that PASIPHAE FUCKED A BULL and that's why they have to feed the Minotaur... I think? Oh, wait, no, it's an oblique reference to something bad Minos did. Okay, fine. Still archetypal Bitch!Mom even if she's doing it to protect her husband's honor, such as it is.

Jason grabs a sword and the black stone and sneaks out to offer himself to the temple in Pythagoras's place while his friend is still asleep because... destiny. And Herc and Pythagoras are gonna rescue him. (Watching this, I can't help but wonder: So is that a sword under your tunic, or are you just happy to see me?)

MORE WATERMELONS IN THE MARKET. Okay, yes, so this is fantasy!Atlantis, so rules and logic need not apply, but still, this bothers me way more than the two-headed dragon (which no one has explained WHY IT'S THERE, WHY IT WASN'T TIED UP, and why the guards want to murder Jason for harassing it) Does everyone have one? Is it a pet? What is up with the two-headed dragon and why don't we see it again??

Ariadne notices the switcheroo, but no one else does (or cares enough to comment). Oh, and he gets a last bath and no one notices the sword... and Ariadne sneaks in to chat. "Look, lady, I don't know who I am, but I have DESTINY ON MY SIDE, OKAY?"

Ariadne gives him a thread "enchanted by the witches of Colchis" who I hope we'll meet in later episodes. They gaze soulfully into each others' eyes and almost kiss, and she runs away.

Pythagoras confronts Jason as he's walking to the Temple with the other sacrifices (all NPCs) and tells him his theory about triangles is destined to bore millions of children throughout history, and Pythagoras runs home and starts looking for weapons because something something bond of platonic friendship something something SHIPPING.

Of course Herc goes with him after some initial griping because Pythagoras is going to get hurt otherwise. I don't understand their relationship, but okay.

The scarred guard we've seen earlier is clearly a PC. A girl runs away, Pythagoras and Herc get caught, and they get press-ganged into replacing her. The scarred guard is a jerk, so we'll probably see him again. Herc keeps griping.

Jason introduces himself to one of the other sacrifices who will either survive, or die horribly at the last moment. Jason remembers the string and starts stringing. The NPCs wait to be slaughtered. Jason finds one of the bodies, but it doesn't seem ike the Minotaur eats them or anything, so I don't understand what's going on.

Jason runs into Pythagoras. They hug. SHIP SHIP SHIP. More screams. Bones. His new friend is alive, and the Minotaur looks like Pan's Labyrinth. Jason gets tossed around a lot. The Minotaur is simulanteously moving like a bull and a man, which is creepy but Jason kills him (somehow? I think with Ariadne's necklace??)....and he transforms into a person who thanks him for lifting the curse. He's cryptic, gushing about Jason's destiny and how Minos must never find out, while our new party member looks on in awe.

Cut to the Oracle, who's been watching all this in her visions being all dramatic for cryptic expository purposes. Meanwhile, the King pontificates over the survivors. Jason gives Ariadne back her necklace while Pasiphae looks on. Ariadne is smitted, Pasiphae is curious. Hercules has plans to leverage their fame into money. There's some banter, making fun of Jason's name... and we end on a fat joke. Oooookay. CAN YOU PLEASE STOP WITH THE FAT JOKES, WRITERS, THIS REALLY ISN'T AS FUNNY AS YOU THINK IT IS.

Up next episode: The Oracle is cryptic. Fight scene! "My name is Medusa."

WHY ARE ALL THE CREDITS BACKWARDS PLEASE STOP

This seems like a pretty standard introductory episode, but the writers need to work a little harder to keep me interested. I have no idea where this series is going, exactly -- I'm mostly just here for Pythagoras at this point -- so I guess we'll see what happens in the next episode.

#bbc atlantis #lily liveblogs

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Hello Claire, I am trying to write smut, and I blame (thank) you. I've never written it before and I'm feeling kinda unsure about how to go about it. Because you're such an inspiration, I was wondering if you had any advice for a someone just starting out like me. 😅 Thanks so much 😊💖

I accept (welcome) that blame.

I’ve written this post for similar purposes, but it’s focused more on getting comfortable with writing it without squicking out as soon as you start. I can definitely add onto it though, with some specific things that worked for me?

Same with the other post, not everything works for everyone and eventually you’ll spread your sexy wings and probably not use any straight advice anyone has given you - and when that day happens, it’ll be the best feeling in the world.

In the mean time, here’s things that worked for me and some things that I still do now:

Establish your preferred language very early on.

You probably won’t feel comfortable writing about sex if you don’t like the words you’re using, so figure out your preferred word for absolutely everything. Start with the genitals and work your way out from there. Some people prefer cock, others dick, some people stick with a plain old penis. Are you a pussy, sex or cunt person? Do you like breasts or boobs? Come or cum? Asshole, second hole, back hole? Write ‘em down. Play around with them. Say them outloud and roll them around on your tongue and in your head. You might find that you like one specific word for everything, or it might change depending on the mood of the piece you write, or even the character you’re writing.

Don’t be afraid to send the plot packing

Plot? Don’t know him. Get straight into the fucking. Don’t even worry about how they got there or making it believable. You’re here for the practise and to get comfortable with what you’re doing, worry about why your character is dropping to their knees in the back of a masquerade ball later.

Do little bitty baby smuts!

Headcanons! 200 word drabbles!! Two sentence stories!! All so amazing. Good ways of getting an idea out that you might want to use later and, just like above, good ways of being able to write smut without having to think about the nuances of plot, or even how the smut is going to end. Just write tiny little things. Tiny.

Refresh your creative writing techniques!!

This is the teacher in me popping out. We teach creative writing techniques for a reason - they work, even if you don’t realise you’re doing them. Want to create suspense or emphasis? Use truncated sentences ( “She cried out. Tight. So tight.”). Want to create a flow? List adjectives and verbs (“He sighed, moaned, keened as they thrust into him.”).

But also, don’t listen to the rules of the English language? It’s dumb. Start every sentence with ‘and’ if that’s how you want to make it flow. Have a sentence that’s 4 lines long, who’s fucking stopping you? Use repetition over and over and over and over again until your point is across. Use italics and capitals in literally any part of the sentence you want to create emphasis on, “Especially when your characters are talking during sex and you ne-eed them to–AH—be heard!”

Don’t be afraid to mimic

I’ll start off by immediately saying this doesn’t mean directly copying/pasting huge chunks of text and dialogue and calling it your own. What it DOES mean is that it’s okay to see a phrase or line in another smutty piece of work, go “oh I’d like to try that”, and play around with it in your writing. This can be from one line to a whole fic concept. No one is expecting anyone who is learning anything to come up with shit on their own, that isn’t how the world or learning works, people learn by seeing examples, scaffolding, doing and practising.

Hell, use my writing for this. Find a line you love but feel too unsure to write and just throw it in there. Work with it until it fits your work. Change a few of the words around. It’s a skeleton and you’re a god creating the meatsuit. You won’t know exactly what you like until you read or write it, and you can mimic another writer or even porn if you watch it, because what’s the harm?

Write it with whoever you feel comfortable

Depending on what you feel comfortable doing, the people you write smut about will change. I personally (and this is in no way shaming ANYONE) have never been able to write about real people because it makes me feel uncomfortable, and as I’ve grown in my twenties I can’t even really write about non-animated characters who are represented by actors because that also feels weird to me. What I DO feel comfortable writing about, though, is fictional characters who derive from books, comics and video games. So that’s what I do. Don’t write something or someone you don’t feel comfortable writing, you won’t have a good time.

Similarly, this can be extended to POV. If using first person makes it feel like too much of a self-insert for you and you don’t feel comfortable, skip to second person. If you don’t like the idea of writing to specific readers, skip to third person.

Use prompts

If any of you are old enough to remember, and it’s very possible this is still a thing, on Livejournal there used to be a thousand communities that were basically just multi-fandom prompt challenges. One of my faves was 50KinkyWays, which gave you a bingo card of 50 prompts and you just wrote a lil drabble or a huge fic for each using whichever pairing you wanted. And when I started writing smut, this was really helpful for me because it challenged me not to just do the ‘kiss, oral, missionary sex’ situation a thousand times over, and also forced me to research what I was writing about.

Way back when I first started this blog, I used this prompt list to steer what people requested. It was great, and gave me plenty of new material to use as a foundation for the requests.

If that’s too kinky or not your cup of tea, here are some other ones I’ve got saved in my drafts that are pretty fantastic too, ranging from mild smut to super kinky:

Simple kisses prompt list

NSFW alphabet meme

Simple sentence starters

Mildly steamy sexy sentence starters

NSFW sentence starters - punishment edition

Thank you for coming to my TEDTalk and I am always so happy to talk about creative writing and how amazing and dumb it is.

Biggest lesson: honestly just disregard anything I have told you that doesn’t work and just fuckin’ go nuts love u boo xx

#creative writing with ms claire #longpost #claire speaks #asks #user: stormqueen93

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New In Town: Plot Outlines

Click here for a version with working hyperlinks.

I think I actually followed these pretty closely, so most of the commentary I'll add is going to be in the "Later Stuff" section.

Also, even though the end result will probably be pretty different from what's written here, it does include my plans for what's next. So, consider this a spoiler warning in case I do end up finishing the story.

Navigation:

Chapter 1 (Probably)

Chapter 2 (Probably)

Later Stuff

Master Post

Chapter 1 (Probably)

Rudy arrives in Hometown, and starts to settle into Arsenia's apartment. Seeing how bare it is, he decides to visit the florist whose shop he passed. Maybe he can send some flowers to Remkis, too. Asgore shocks Rudy by mentioning his adopted child Kris; Rudy didn't realize he was actually the second human to live in Hometown. Asgore tells Rudy that Kris hasn't been themselves lately, and he hopes Rudy can help Kris, even though Rudy is at least 10 years Kris's senior. As the only human in a town full of monsters, Kris has never really fit in, and their problems have only gotten worse following Asgore and Toriel's separation, and Asriel moving away to college. Rudy obviously knows something about being an outcast. Maybe he'll see the parallel between his relationship to Remkis and Kris's relationship with Asriel, too. Kris comes in briefly, but doesn't say anything. It's not clear if they even notice Rudy. They quickly leave, but not before Asgore hands them a floral arrangement for Toriel. Kris knows Toriel will just throw the flowers away as always, but they don't have the heart to tell their father this, nor do they want to tell their father that every time they go through this routine, it brings up the bad memories of when Asgore and Toriel first separated. [I don't think this part made it into the published chapter, since it's kind of hard to convey that information from Rudy's perspective.]

Rudy realizes he'll need a job, and asks Asgore if he knows anyone who's hiring. Asgore, being the fuzzy pushover that he is, hires Rudy on the spot, even though Rudy doesn't know the first thing about horticulture. Rudy probably needs a bit of time to think about this. He hasn't met Sans yet, but he would also probably hire Rudy pretty quickly if it meant less work for himself. Rudy would also probably have an easier time working a grocery store than a flower shop, but who knows if that's actually what Sans is doing. Asgore is taken aback by Rudy's deferral, but realizes the hastiness of his decision, and says Rudy can take as much time as he needs. Rudy eventually ends up working for Asgore when he learns that his shop is about to be foreclosed on. [Sans doesn't appear, but Rudy implies that he's familiar enough with him to know that he's lazy and likes puns. Also, Rudy doesn't end up officially taking the job until Chapter 2, and doesn't learn the store is insolvent until after accepting the job.]

Chapter 2 (Probably)

After briefly considering working for Sans, but deciding the skeleton is too weird, Rudy agrees to work for Asgore. Rudy doesn't yet realize that Asgore is flat broke and won't be able to pay him. Rudy is on register. It's a slow day, as most days are, but they eventually get their first customer. Maybe it's Noelle buying flowers for her dad, or maybe for Susie. Or maybe it's Comedian Dad buying flowers for his wife's grave. Whoever it is [Comedian Dad], Rudy tries to ring them up, but he doesn't know what to charge; Asgore has not written prices on any of his arrangements ("I guess that means it's free."). Rudy calls out for Asgore, but nobody came. [I really hope I remembered to include that line.] He goes upstairs and sees the note from C. Rudy makes up a price, and the customer agrees, after some haggling.

Asgore returns from wherever he was, and Rudy tells him about the customer. They get into an argument. Asgore knows his business model is unsustainable, but he doesn't want to upset his customers by charging them. Rudy reminds him that he's here for a paycheck. Asgore relents, but he's doubtful he'll make enough money to pay both Rudy and C.

[This is the main part I'm unsure about when it comes to this chapter. I know he's supposed to be a big fuzzy pushover, but I feel like it's not interesting if it's too easy for Rudy to convince Asgore. I don't want Rudy to be a Marty Stu, if you know what I mean.]

At some point, Kris enters. They're surprised to see Rudy, and perhaps a little amused. They know their dad won't be able to pay Rudy. Rudy asks Kris if they have any ideas to help Asgore's business; maybe Kris can draw some advertisements. Kris is dismissive of the idea that they could help. Asriel's the perfect one, so Rudy should ask him and leave Kris alone. Rudy senses the tension, but decides not to press the matter any further. He'll ask Asgore about it later, though. [Narrator: He didn't.]

Rudy begins to reconsider whether he made the right call working for Asgore. Asgore needs his help, but Rudy is going to need money at some point. Maybe he could be a delivery driver instead and work for tips ("Here's a tip: stay in school." "I have a bachelor's.") He decides to stick with it for the time being.

Later Stuff

Rudy helps Asgore get his shop in order, but it's not quite enough. He needs to convince C to keep giving Asgore mercy. Kris and Rudy don't actually get along that well, but Rudy keeps trying because he wants to help Asgore. Meanwhile, Arsenia gets caught using magic in Twin Falls. Word of her disappearance gets back to Rudy, who now has to decide if he's willing to go back on his decision to leave. He's never met Arsenia, barely knows her name, and only has a vague idea of what she looks like, but he has been living in her apartment for a while, and she's his best friend's cousin. Maybe Remkis calls him, and somehow tips Rudy off to the fact that Arsenia was using magic. Maybe Kris helps. Asriel and Susie probably show up at some point, too. [So, this will probably have to change, because I'm pretty sure I wrote it before I wrote the new background information. Like, if Arsenia actually manages to use magic, it would legitimately be a big fucking deal, because practically no one believes magic really exists (AEU members notwithstanding).]

[Also, one of the ideas I had was that, despite their best efforts, Flower King still goes out of business. I don't know what comes after that. Hopefully, it's something good, because that would be kind of a downer if the story ended there.]

I don't know, I haven't actually thought the plot out that far. I kinda think we'll just see how it goes.

One of the problems Rudy initially encounters is that many of Asgore's "customers" are reluctant to pay for the flowers, having grown accustomed to receiving them for free. A few of them are also uncomfortable with the fact that a human is the one asking them to pay. [This is basically Chapter 2, but I'm pretty sure I wrote this before I'd even finished writing Chapter 1.]

#New In Town #story notes #plot outline #deltarune fanfic

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nightlovechild · 5 years

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Graveyard pranks - Anxceit

Summary: Dimitri and Virgil both know that in the dark side of the mindscape everything is twisted. Graveyards are a place of comfort. Tormenting your friends means fun. Falling in love...well, that's difficult anywhere.

Warnings: Dark themes, Panic attack, Remus, Arguing with strong language, possible character death, buried alive, character growth

Notes: Deceit’s name is Dimitri

Ominously, The full moon hangs overhead. Accomplishing the opposite of its intended purpose by making the shadows deeper among the headstones and gnarled trees, instead of lighter. But it's all par for the course on this side of the mind.

The wind whistles through the night making the cold creep in under Dimitri's jacket and cape. But the chill doesn't feel perfect for his frame of mind tonight. Nope not one bit.

Dimitri let's his bare hand skim over the curved tops of rough stone headstones. He barely reads the names and dates anymore knowing the landscape all too well. Besides, it's not the occupants that frighten him. It's the events, the laughter, and smiles that are never to occur here again that truly haunt him.

The graveyard had been a team effort on all of their parts. As Thomas was introduced to spooky Disney graveyards with dancing skeletons and moved onto sinister cinematic cemeteries the place grew more intense and comforting for the dark sides. Remus would keep his creatures here letting them hunt on the fringes of the subconscious. Virgil would stoically sit on every piece of stone that wasn't meant to be sat on while he softly sang along to his music. Dimitri had a much more functional use for the grave plots. He buried the truth here. For every powerful lie to go well, the truth ended up six feet under.

They would play… okay, more like torment each other here in the permeating darkness. Dimitri chuckled to himself as his foot crunched an old mangled pink bow. Bending over, he took his bowler hat off, as he inspected it closer.

~☆~

"I can't believe you were right. It got all of them to sit there the whole time!" Anxiety laughed for the first time in a long time. Throwing the empty peanut butter jar over top of the iron gate.

"What like it's hard?" Dimitri scoffed as he brushed the excess wolf man fur off of his outfit.

"Come on! If you weren't scared of them then you've got to be scared of what Rem is going to do?" Anxiety playfully shoved Dee away. Dee's hands flashed out and held the newest dark trait closer.

"Remus could kill us, burn us alive but my lust for you will never be extinguished." Dee joked as he dipped Anxiety back. Pressing kisses to his exposed neck. Before bringing him back up, a small smirk on his face. The shadows under Anxiety's eyes grew more pronounced with the blush on his cheeks.

Dimitri sauntered past him playing hard to get. Waiting for the moment his crush ran after him wanting another kiss.

"Do you really that could happen? Do you think Rem is going to kill us?" Anxiety asked as his footsteps grew shorter, hugging his black on black plaid jacket around his middle. "But like actually kill us? We hurt his babies and then he'll make me watch as he axes you to sashimi bites. Making me eat you then burying me alive with you inside me…" his words rushing together as he escalated.

"Yes, because Remus is the perfect chef and the world's leading matchmaker. Plus, There's…" Dee was cut off as the night swells with roars and the ground starts to shake. Dee turned back around when he heard plastic sneakers scrambling up stone. Virgil was up and gone before he could finish his sentence out loud "...easier ways of getting me inside of you."

Dimitri sighed knowing Anxiety wouldn't come back out of hiding for awhile. Might as well enjoy the show. Stepping over to the closest tree, slithering up to find a sturdy branch.

Alone, He watched from up on high as sixty nine wolf-men stampeded past. Bright pink bows everywhere there was fur still attached. The delicate ribbons matching their fresh poodle style haircuts. Holding his gloved hand over his mouth to muffle his snickering as Remus ran past screaming.

"Get back here, you non mangy mutts. Daddy must make you filthy and terrible again."

~☆~

His grin shattered into a grimace. Throwing the old bow down, the silly prank faded to white noise as Dimitri realized where his feet had stopped. His yearning and hatred had lead the snake to their darkest joke yet.

Intricate designs around those fateful words, were starting to fade from constantly being touched. His nails, hard as diamonds, made the head stone's letters turn to gravel as he raked his nails into the grooves.

~☆~

Dee's throat felt raw from calling Anxiety's name. His feet hurt from walking. His levels of exhaustion had reached new heights. Dimitri had spent all day looking for their little gargoyle. With no luck so far Dimitri gave up as he spotted the graveyard.

'If Anx doesn't want to be found, then I'll never find him.' He thought as he opened the wrought iron gate.

"This has to be the greatest prank ever." Remus called out to Dimitri, waving him closer as the music started to build.

The beat and lyrics only adding to the maddening glee on Remus' face. Pulling him in close Dimitri became infected with the beat and electric vibe. His feet kicking up the fresh dirt in the air with each move. But as the spinning continued his nausea clears his head.

"Wait. Prank? What prank?" Dimitri shook his head as he questioned Remus' motives for the dance party.

"Well for this bitch! What did you think I was talking about?" Remus danced off to the side as he started to grind and hump the grave marker.

"Here lies my beloved: Virgil "Anxiety" Sanders."

Dimitri's vision swam. His stomach rolled. As he read the words and learned his lover's name for the first time. Then he spotted the small metal bell shaking furiously.

"No!" Dimitri cried clicking his fingers to bring Anx… No, Virgil to the surface. Nothing, the death bell continues to wail and shake. Trying to drop down to him or bring Virgil up yields no results.

The clang of two shovels falling over grabs his attention. Seizing both of the tools, Dimitri find his second wave of energy. Throwing one Remus' way and starts moving huge piles of loose dirt. But as the creative side starts to do drill team twirls with it instead of digging, Dimitri screams at him.

"Just fucking help! He is our friend! Being dark and being cruel are two different fucking things."

Remus sticks the shovel into the dirt. To lean against as he watches Dimitri dig himself down to his boy-toy.

"I don't understand why you're freaking out so bad when he is just going to end up back down there anyway." Remus yawns.

"Screw you! Fuck you! How could you?" Dimitri spat out between slinging shovel fulls of dirt over his shoulders and out of the hole. He kept praying to whoever would listen that the bell would keep ringing. The ringing meant Anx...Virgil was still alive down there pulling on the tiny string that lead to the surface. That lead back to life.

The hollow thud of metal hitting wood greets his ears. Throwing the shovel down, ignoring how the blisters that formed have started bleeding. Dimitri strikes his nails against the cheap plywood as it splinters and breaks apart. Pulling the broken pieces away.

A gasping sound and Virgil's tear stained face comes into view as the ringing fades like ripples across the mindscape. Virgil aides in his own escape by kicking and punching from the inside as Dimitri tears the pieces away until the terrified side pulls himself up out of his own casket.

The air is knocked out of Dee as Virgil clutches to him. Arms wrapped around his neck while Virgil's legs are trying and failing to wrap around Dee's body. So he relents and sits on the side of the coffin. Letting Virgil get as close as he needs.

"It's okay. I got you. Never going to let you out of my sight. That demented shit head is never going to touch you again." Dimitri promises as he is rocking Virge and ignoring the strong smell of urine or how fast his shirt is being soaked with tears.

"Why are making me the bad guy? See my hands are clean." Remus retorts as green slime slides off of his hands and splatters against the ground. "Well except for that. But I had nothing to do with Mayor McAngst ending up in the hole."

"If it wasn't you, then who was it Remus?"

"You."

"Fuck you! I would never. I've been looking for him all day!" Dimitri screamed back.

"I don't care. I just want to go home. Take me home, Dee." Virgil whimpers out.

"Hey, Dimitri tell me do you think of your dilapidated fuck shack as home too? Can you love him like he deserves to be loved?"

"Yes, I love..." Before he can get the lie out Dimitri is pristine, above ground, as the bell is frantically ringing again.

Remus starts cackling anew. Rolling on the ground, red in the face as if it's the funniest thing in the world.

Picking up the shovel again, Dimitri finally accepts the truth he was trying to bury. Virgil deserves more. More love and security than what he is capable of. Dimitri wasn't created to love, but to deceive. What true love comes from lying?

Digging his love free again; Dimitri doesn't answer a single question that Remus hurls his way between giggles. Hauling Virgil and then himself out of the hole. He holds Virgil's passed out body close as he walks him to the other side of the mindscape. Giving into his biggest lie yet.

"He isn't one of us."

Burying his heart as the light side takes Virgil away.

~☆~

Deep howls roll through the cemetery marking the time; the witching hour. Stretching his tired bones Dimitri shakes off all of the new memories of Virgil from his mind. Like how well he was thriving and how beautiful he looks in purple. Trying to ignore all of the hate in Virgil's words as he stands with his new family. Trying to repress how he himself was forced by his very nature to respond like a dick. Instead of expressing his truth. Dimitri shook with the injustice of it all with one hand on the head marker of the only empty grave.

"It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt, isn't that right, my love?"

Lightning cracks over head as the world turns bright in a flash, then is hurled into nothingness. The break of thunder makes the ground shake. Suddenly the wind whips up and surges around him. Dee holds onto his hat with one hand while the other is covering his mouth so he can still breathe.

Through the roaring wind, a noise was building. Dimitri could hear faint voices like a muffled conversation. Cupping his hand to his ear straining to listen. Dimitri's bowler hat takes flight off of his head. Hair whipping in his eyes, leafs and sticks being carried on the updraft are scraping at his face. Covering his face with both arms he protects himself. The voices turn from chatter then into soul wrenching declarations.

"I am Veritas, the daemon of truth. Your mouth is blasphemous. Your being an abomination. My scales must be balanced with your scaly head! I have come for my sacrifice!" The voices screeched together as one.

The daemon lorded over him from a top of the mausoleum. Lightning cracked over head again, as it bounded with ease all the way to the top of his beloved's tombstone.

"Don't even think of running. You can't save yourself. You're carcass will be drug off into the subconscious left to become a lowly function again and only your fleas will mourn you." The daemon brandished a dagger high in the air.

Dimitri's day of reckoning was here. Screaming from the depths of his essence he turned and fled. His whole body shaking but picking up speed with every foot fall. That is until he could hear laughter as the wind halted. Which made Dimitri wheel around, teeth bared, snake eye glowing bright yellow as his human eye glowed red with murderous intent.. This was the final straw Remus was going to…

"I got you so good!" Virgil laughed as he carefully dabbed at the stage makeup. Trying not to smear it with his happy tears. "You should have seen the look on your face. Fuck, I see why you always stuck around for the aftermath."

Then the air was knocked out of Virgil's body as Dee's fist connected squarely with his chest. As Virgil's world started to spin, Dimitri's seized the front of his costume, and crushed him to his chest in an embrace. Tugging the half face mask off, Dimitri touched the clean part of his face. Virgil could tell from that look that Dee was making sure it was the surly anxious side himself. Dimitri smiled when Virgil blushed and leaned into his touch. Dee let out an exhilarated sound that he couldn't hold back as the anger drowned in joy. His arms constricting around his former lover's body

"You shouldn't be here." Dee whispered against the side of Virge's neck as he laid the human side of his face against his costume.

"And you should stop lying to me." Virgil had to lean back to look the deceitful side in the face. Since he was not able to move any other part of his body due to all six arms holding him in place.

The flame of what they were caught in Dimitri's chest as Virgil licked his lips. His pink tongue such a stark contrast to the black lipstick. Dimitri pressed his lips against Virgil's before either of them could think. Lips moving with familiarity, a bite here and a tongue caress there. But the fire was snuffed out as fast as it was built. They couldn't go back. It defeated the purpose of their actions and choices. So Dimitri just enjoyed the smeared lipstick they were probably both sporting now.

"They're being good to you?"

"Yeah, it was hard in the beginning. But it's easier, in some ways now." Virgil hugged Dee back then pulled away. Working his way to standing back on his own two feet.

"Why? How are you here? The barriers have never faulted before." Dimitri asked as his mind recalled many nights were he tried to cross over to the light side without Thomas' permission. It never worked.

"The truth can't be buried or barred if everyone knows."

"You told him? Are you...were you cast you out and sent back here?" The anger in Dimitri flared for a whole different reason.

"No. It's okay. Well, I mean it'll be okay. But for now I can pass through the vale." Virgil threw the hood of his costume over his head and wiggled his fingers.

The snake side of Dee's face smirked as he sat down on a granite slab. The weight of the moment feeling like quicksand. Dimitri didn't have to lie on this side, or speak in riddles. He couldn't waste another minute.

"I'm really sorry. For how I act on the other side, the lies are as easy as breathing standing in front of Thomas. I'm sorry for how we ended it. I know it's not enough. I should have a speech made up…" Dimitri started to lament as a punch connected to his arm.

"I figured that out, Pat helped me. You can't build a life off of lies and panic." Virgil pulled the hood back down and started digging through hidden pockets

"Then will this be the last time you...that you pull a prank in the graveyard?" Dimitri's heart couldn't go to that finite place.

"Not as long as you still have those shavers." Virgil smirked as he pulled out a jar of wolf-man biscuits and a baggie of purple and yellow bows.

#virgil sanders #Deceit Sanders #Dimitri Sanders #Remus Sanders #Dark Sides #Anxceit #Dark themes #Panic attacks #tw: Remus #Arguing with strong language #possible character death #buried alive #character growth

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Matchmaker P3

Hello fam~ I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far!!! A snake is about to be revealed...but I’m sure you guys know who that is already~

Plot: You’re a small name model who is close friends with Joshua and Taehyung and just moved to Korea after signing with an agency. You’ve been a fan of BTS for as long as you could remember and biased Yoongi. Little did you know, despite not being well known, you had caught Yoongi’s eye a long time ago and now you guys get to meet. Even though the two of you become friends, Yoongi’s apparently too shy and you’re just apparently oblivious to his feelings. Will it take a push from Taehyung and the rest of his members for you two to finally get together or will Yoongi be able to do it on his own?

Words: 4285

Pairing: Reader x Idol! Yoongi

Parts: 1 - 2

Genre: Fluff/ abit of Angst

Warnings: May contain swearing, slightly intimate touches and Im not sure….

Genre: flufff/ slight angst

“Soo...how are you and Yoongi doing?” Joshua asked you one day as you were out having lunch.

You had officially started work with your agency and your schedule had picked up quite a bit but was still fairly manageable with the help of your sister who on top of being your manager was also teaching dance classes at a local studio.

You kept in contact with the members of BTS almost everyday and talked to Yoongi over the phone at least once a night when you guys had your alone time. It was easy for you since you lived alone but not so much for him since the other members would be around and most of the time trying to see what the phone conversations were about.

The two of you decided to go with the flow of things and keep your friends out of the loop. Though Taehyung and Joshua had a tendency to push for things, it was easy to dodge their questions and playing dumb was one of your many talents.

So far, the two of you had hung out together alone without anybody once. As promised, the two of you had gone for coffee during one of your breaks and it was safe to say that things were going in a positive direction. You weren’t sure if it was anything serious as of yet and none of you had exactly told the other that you liked them but the vibe was there. He made you laugh with his stupid jokes and you made him smile with your out going energy. BTS was currently preparing for a comeback and you had gone to a few of the practices but since your schedule started getting packed, you found less and less time.

You looked at Joshua as you stirred your drink and shrugged your shoulders.

“We’re friends I guess? Why?” you asked before taking a sip.

“Just friends? Taehyung said he saw the two of you having coffee a few weeks back at the cafe near Big Hit.” Joshua explained.

“Can friends not go out for coffee? We’ve literally only known each other for a few weeks Hong. Things like this take time.” you giggled at his frustrated look.

“Y/N, you have biased Yoongi for the last three years. You finally got to meet him and amazingly, the two of you get along. I’ve literally had to HEAR you fan girl at almost every concert I’ve taken you to” Joshua started throwing his hands in the air, “And surprise! He’s also your fan from your small agency modeling days when you were barely known! Don’t you think its fate?”

“Since when were you one to talk about fate?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Since I Minyoung and I remet at the cafe all those years back and then we got reconnected. I think fate had a huge role in that” he answered leaning back and crossing his arms, “Like who would’ve thought that you would sign with a Korean agency after your former contract expired?”

“You” you said pointing at him, “My sister told you my contract expired and you put in a word with the recruiters did you not?”

“I did but it was your looks alone that they signed you. Trust me. All I did was ask Minyoung for your old portfolio and handed it to management. They literally took care of the rest and didn’t even tell me that they sent you an offer. It wasn’t until I saw you walking out of the building that I put the puzzle pieces together.” Joshua explained, “But Minyoung told me that you had a few other offers before you took Pledis’”

“I had a few...but nothing was as good a Pledis’, the benefit was that Minyoung was already a guest choreographer here and of course you.” you then decided to change the topic, “What do you know about Hara?”

Joshua looked up, “Hara? As in the trainee at Bit Hit?”

You nodded your and Joshua started thinking.

“Not much...she was in their last music video and I think she’s set to debut with a few other girls...she’s about Vernon’s age I think...why?” he asked and noticed your furrowed brows. “Did she do anything?”

“She said something to me the last time I went to see the guys a few weeks back. I was just leaving after bringing them snacks and she stopped me in the hallway…” you started and bit your lip while crossing your arms. Joshua noted that this was what you normally did when you were stressed out.

“What did she say?” he pushed and you tilted your head to the side.

“I’m not too sure...but she may have threatened me but I can’t tell exactly.” you said thinking back to the brief conversation you had. “She said that I should stay away from the BTS members and that I was distracting them from their comeback prep.”

“You aren’t. If you were, the guys or their managers would’ve said something I know for a fact that they like having you there cheering them on” Joshua said automatically, “But I don’t see the threat in that.”

“It’s what she said after...she said rumors don’t take much to start and she knows why I didn’t renew my contract with my old agency back in the States…You know the shit that happened there, Minyoung knows the shit that happened there but it’s not public knowledge.” you explained, “It’s not like it could ruin me or anything but I admit that it’s one of the reasons why I chose to go with Pledis over the other agencies...it’s really hard to trust those around me right now.”

“You wouldn’t be effected if word got out anyways and the whole situations still being reviewed.” Joshua reached over to take your hand, “You were the victim and even if word got out, Pledis would support you one hundred percent. Don’t worry about that. Have you told Tae at all?”

“I didn’t think I’d have a reason to.” you said, “I was hoping to leave those skeletons behind but after what Hara said…” You looked down at your hands. ‘It's hard you know...to be betrayed like that, especially by your best friend and manager.”

“Obviously they weren’t good people in your life.” Joshua said, “But you’ve moved on and you’re here now...let me deal with the Hara situation. You have a photoshoot coming up in a few days right?”

You nodded your head, “Then you and I have that shoot in two weeks for that fall line.” you said and Joshua nodded. “Apparently it’s a ‘Best Friend’ concept.”

“Hey, it means that we fit the bill.” He said with a smile, “Focus on your schedule, it’s only going to get busier. I can help deal with everything else, you know how sick you get when you’re stressed.”

You gave Joshua a small smile, you were glad that you had a friend like him to stick by you. Sure, Minyoung was always around to talk too but there was something that Joshua understood about you that she just didn’t and for that, you were grateful.

Eventually, you had to go for a fitting for your next photoshoot and Joshua headed back to the agency to take care business and that meant sending a message to Taehyung.

[5:25pm] Josh - So I just had lunch with Y/N...I told you something was bothering her this week

[5:30pm] Tae - Is it Yoongi? He’s been secretive about their phone conversations as of late

[5:31pm] Josh - According to her, they’re friends but she won’t say anything more...It’s actually about Hara…

[5:31pm] Tae - ?? Hara? I just finished practice, lets meet up.

After explaining what you had told him earlier, Joshua was surprised to see disbelief written on Taehyungs face.

“She actually said that to Y/N?” Taehyun asked and Joshua nodded.

“You know Y/N wouldn’t lie and you can see the stress on her face...I could tell that she had been keeping it to herself for a while now…” Joshua said and Taehyung could see the concern on his friends face. “She doesn’t do well when she’s stressed out but also keeps a lot of things to herself. She’s strong that way but it can also be her weakness. Her sister’s the same way.”

“Now it makes sense as to why she didn’t want to come back to the agency after we hung out the other day..” Taehyung said, “I’ll keep an ear out and let you know if anything happens…”

“Keep this between us though...I told Y/N i would take care of it but didn’t specify how.” Joshua said and Taehyung nodded,

“Got it.”

A few weeks later, Taehyung invited you to the agency once again. They were having one of their final practices for their comeback and because you and Joshua would be away for the photoshoot during their comeback stage, they wanted you to come see the perfected dance before hand.

Unfortunately, because of the last photo shoot you had where you spent a lot of time in freezing cold water and that resulted you in getting the sniffles.

“You look like shit.” Taehyung said as you walked through the building towards BTS’s practice room. “Are you sure you aren’t too hot in all those layers?”

“Thanks” you said sniffling, “And no I’m just find.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes, “Once we’re done, you are going home got it?”

“You’re the one who made me come today!” you exclaimed as Taehyung opened the door and was greeted by Jin and Yoongi.

“Hey guys.” you said waving at them, “Don’t get too close...I’m not feeling that great.”

“Then why are you here?” Jimin asked and you pointed at Taehyung.

“She won’t be here for our comeback broadcast and you all said to bring her back if we ever hung out to see the final dance.” he stated, “But I don’t want her staying long so lets start and then she’s gonna go home.”

“Wait you aren’t going to be here for the comeback broadcast?” Yoongi asked once you had seen their performance. Which was perfect as you expected.

“Josh and I are headed to one of the islands for a shoot the same day you guys have your broadcast.” you explained, “Don’t get too close. I told you, not feeling that great.”

“Are you sure you’re going to be able to make that shoot Y/N?” Namjoon asked coming over to feel your forehead, “You should really rest instead.”

“No way! I’ve been waiting forever to do a shoot with Joshua.” you said with a frown, “I just need to take some vitamins and I’ll be good as new”

“Whatever you say Y/N...then go home. You need to rest.” Jin said pushing you out the door, “We probably won’t be able to see each other till you get back but have fun okay?”

“Good luck guys. I’ll be rooting for you” you grinned tiredly and took the mask that Jungkook offered you.

“I’ll check in on you later okay?” Yoongi said as he was the one who walked you to the buildings exit.

“You don’t have to... “ you said with a shake of your head, “Focus on your comeback. That’s more important right now.”

“Y/N…” Yoongi started but you held up your hand.

“Focus on your comeback. I’ll be fine.” you said and saw Hara coming down the hallway, “I’ll see you when I get back.” you said quickly and literally ran out the door. You had no intentions on having a confrontation with her when you were feeling like crap since it was bound to make you feel worse.

Yoongi stood at the entrance and watched you run down the street. “I would’ve walked her if she asked…” he muttered and looked to his left to see Hara standing behind him with a weird expression on her face.

Ignoring her, he proceeded to make his way back to the practice room but not before catching the tail end of Hara’s thought that she said out loud.

“ Huh, I guess she really does have issues listening..”

When he got back into the practice room, Taehyung cornered him.

“Nothing happened.” Yoongi said automatically.

“It’s not that.” Taehyung said as the rest of the boys came to join them, “I just think there’s something you need to know…”

Later that evening, you woke up to the ring of your cellphone. You had gotten home earlier and literally went to crash in bed after taking the medication Minyoung had brought you knowing that you were getting sick just by the way you talked over the phone.

“Hello?” you said into the receiver without checking the caller ID.”

“Hey” Yoongi’s deep voice came over the line, “How are you feeling?”

“I think I feel worse than I did when I got home.” you admitted, “Are you done practice already?”

“We ended about forty-five minutes ago.. I went back to the dorm while everyone else went out to eat.” he said, “So you’re leaving in two days huh.”

“Yea, tomorrow Josh and I have a fitting and then we leave bright and early the next day.” you said, “Sorry we can’t make the broadcast...I know you guys will be great.”

“Can I...say that I’ll miss you?” Yoongi asked and you could feel a blush creep up your cheeks.

“I’ll miss you too..” you said softly before letting out a large cough. “Take care of yourself okay?”

“I should be the one telling you that. Make sure you stay hydrated and take meds and listen to your body.” he said, “I should let you go so you can rest...I’ll touch base with you tomorrow…” As much as he wanted to ask you about the Hara situation now, it really wasn’t the time and he more so wanted you to rest and not worry. He still didn’t know how you’d react if he found out so decided to keep it mum for now.

“Yes dad” you said and Yoongi could practically hear the roll of your eyes, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow…Good night.”

“Good night.” he said and the two of you hung up the phone.

Yoongi laid down on his bed with his hands behind his head and let out a sigh, he had really wanted you there at his comeback performance but knew that work came first. He just hoped that you’d be well enough to actually complete the shoot. He couldn’t imagine how he would feel if anything happened to you.

A few days passed and you were on your way to the shooting location with Joshua and your sister along with one of Seventeen’s managers.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Joshua asked with concern and you nodded.

“I’m fine” you said, “Just a small cough.”

“Didn’t sound like that earlier” Minyoung said handing you some medicine. “Here take this, hopefully it pulls you through for the shoot and then we’ll head home tomorrow so you can rest.”

“Got it.” you said with a nod before taking the medicine before letting out a big cough.

During the shoot, Joshua could tell that something was off with you. You had lost your footing a few times and had to hold him for support though every location was flat ground.

One of the last shots was on top of a rocky area. By then you were feeling the effects of your sickness more so than not and was about to say something to Joshua but suddenly your world went black and all you heard were screams around you.

Meanwhile, BTS was at the broadcast station preparing for the live show which was in a few minutes when Taehyungs phone went off.

“I’ll be really quick.” he said to Namjoon once he saw Joshua’s phone on caller ID.

“Hey Josh whats up? How’s the shoot?” he asked but froze in his place when Joshua started talking.

“It’s fine. We’re done thankfully, I’m just at the hospital with Y/N right now.” he said casually and Taehyungs eyes almost bugged out of his head.

“Excuse me?” he asked, “Hospital? Is she okay?” He was so happy he had stepped out of the room in order to avoid an audience. This would have definitely stirred the pot.

“She’s fine. She collapsed on set today. Don’t panic, me and her sister are here with her. I just wanted to let you know that we might not be able to make the broadcast tomorrow. Depending on what the tests come back as. They suspect that the cold turned into something worse but can’t be sure. She’s awake but has a mask for oxygen on since she can’t breath properly and I know that she has nightly calls with Yoongi” Joshua explained quickly, “Y/N just wanted me to tell you to tell Yoongi AFTER the broadcast. She knows how important this is to him and she doesn’t want anyone worrying right now.”

“Well I’m worried. Doesn’t that count?” Taehyung asked and he could hear Joshua chuckle,

“She said that paybacks a bitch for the last time you made her worry when you wiped out.” Joshua said, “Shit, I gotta go, she’s coughing up a storm again. Good luck telling Yoongi!”

At the click of the line, Taehyung stared at his phone, hospital, and a broken wrist. What the heck?

“Yo, Taehyung let’s go” Namjoon called and noticed that his member was slightly pale. “Is everything okay?”

Taehyung shook himself out of this thoughts and looked around to see if Yoongi was present and thanked the heavens that he was not.

“This stays between us for now until we’re done the show okay? We can’t have anyone worrying right now...and by anyone, I mean Yoongi” he said looking at the leader and Namjoon paled but nodded his head so he continued.

“Y/N’s in the hospital right now. She collapsed on set earlier today. Josh and Minyoung are with her along with some Pledis staff but they’re waiting for test results to come back right now. Depending on the results, they might not be able to make the broadcast tomorrow.”

Namjoon gulped, he agreed that this was something that Yoongi should not know about before the broadcast was over. He knew that the rapper would lose his shit once he found out and thought of a brilliant idea.

“We’ll let Jin tell him later. Lets go.” he said patting Taehyungs back and lead him towards the group that was waiting.

“Took you guys long enough.” Yoongi commented and Taehyung along with Namjoon shared a look. “Let’s go. We’re already running late.”

As the group walked off the stage, Namjoon pulled Jin back in order to tell him what Taehyung had told him before.

“Seriously? How!?” Jin asked shocked and Namjoon shrugged his shoulders, he only knew so much.

“Can you tell Yoongi? If you tell him, he should be able to keep his cool…” Namjoon requested and Jin nodded his head.

“If I must…” he said with a sigh and soon the news had spread quickly about your condition and the only member not to know was Yoongi.

As everyone was getting ready to leave, Jin noticed Yoongi looking down at his phone with a frown. It wasn’t a secret that the two of you had nightly conversations after practice and he guessed that Yoongi was expecting something about the broadcast.

Putting his hand on Yoongi’s shoulder, the rapper turned around to look at the oldest member of the group.

“What’s up?” he asked as Jin sighed.

“Just know that I was nominated to tell you this and if you freak out, I will shove my dirty socks in your mouth got it?” he asked and Yoongi only looked at Jin with confusion.

“Y/N’s collapsed on set today...from what we know, she managed to hold out till the end of the shoot but blacked out not too long after.”

“What the F-“ Yoongi started as his eyes widened. “Why am I only hearing about this now?! Is she okay?!”

“She’s fine...just the flu.” Taehyung said looking at the latest text message from Josh. Your test results came back normal and had barely eaten that day which added to your weak immune system.

“Do you think you would’ve been able to focus today if you knew her condition?” Jin asked and Yoongi stayed silent knowing the oldest member was right. Had he found out earlier on about your condition, he would’ve wanted to come see you right away regardless of where you were.

“She’s the one who asked us not to tell you. She wanted you to focus on the comeback stage.” Taehyung explained, “It’s how Y/N is. Are you sure you two aren’t more than friends” he asked with a raised eyebrow. He had never seen Yoongi so worried over someone like this before outside of family.

“She’s just a friend like she is to you guys.” Yoongi said, “How could I be with someone I barely know?”

“You talk every single day though. What more do you need to know about her?” Taehyung asked and Yoongi gave him a fed up look. “Plus, you’ve been crushing on her way longer than the two of you have known each other and I know she feels the same way about you.”

“What are you even trying to do Tae?” Yoongi asked and Taehyung shrugged his shoulders with a small smile.

“I’m trying to give my two good friends a push in the right direction and hoping they see in each other what I see in them.” he responded as he got into the van and looked at Yoongi. “Are you coming?”

Yoongi shook his head, “I’m going to head back to the studio and do some work.” he was pretty sure that it’d be almost impossible to fall asleep when he was worried about you.

“Okay then, we’ll see you later.” Taehyung said closing the door.

It was just after midnight and Yoongi was working on a piece when his phone rang and he answered it without looking at the caller ID. What he didn’t expect was to hear your voice on the other side.

“Are you okay?” he asked as you gave him the affirmative. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

“The medication wore off and I can’t go back to sleep. Hospitals and I don’t really get along.” you answered and paused when you heard music in the background. “Are you working on something right now? I could let you go…”

“Don’t think about hanging up Y/N. I’m in the studio right now doing some work.” he said cutting you off. “I just didn’t expect to hear from you tonight after hearing what happened.”

“You should be back at the dorms resting though. You just had your first comeback performance.” you said and Yoongi chuckled, “I didn’t know who to call..” you said in a small voice.

Yoongi froze at the tone of your voice and his face softened. “I’m happy you called me and I’m glad that you’re okay.” he said getting up and going to lie on his couch, the work forgotten on his computer. “So Taehyung asked if we were more than friends today.”

“Why am I not surprised? I doubt our nightly phone calls have gone unnoticed” you stated with a slight giggle though your voice came off scratchy, “You do make it pretty obvious.”

“You try living with six other people.” he shot, “I don’t know how many times Jin’s walked into my room without knocking for no reason other than to say hi just to see what I’m up to.”

“He does it cause he can.” you said giggling as you heard Yoongi groan.

“I know.” his voice was muffled and you figured he had his hand on his face.

“How are comeback promotions coming along?” you asked curiously.

“We’re lined up for shows all week and then we’re taking a small break after promotions.” he answered,”I was thinking...Do you maybe want to hang out after promotions are done?”

“Is...this your way of asking me out on a date?” you asked with slightly wide eyes, was this seriously happening?

“Would you say yes if it was?” Yoongi asked hesitantly and then smiled when he heard your small squeal that you had tried to conceal.

“I’d love to go on a date with you.” you whispered and Yoongi let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

“That’s awesome...I’ll set everything up and let you know when and where.” he said before looking at the clock, “You should get some rest, you’re sick and you still have to come home tomorrow.”

“Will you go to sleep?” you quietly asked knowing that he would probably end up spending the night at the studio. “Or take a small nap? You still have to perform tomorrow and we don’t need another person in the hospital.”

“We’ll see, I was working on something earlier that I want to finish up.” he said and he heard you let out a sigh.

“Just try to get some rest...please?” you asked.

“I’ll try…” Yoongi said, ‘only for you though’

“Good” you said let out a yawn, “Good night Yoongi, I’m looking forward to our date.”

“Good night Y/N. Feel better kay?”

“Kay” you said just as the line went dead and Yoongi put his phone down and looked up at the ceiling, “I could use a nap…” he thought to himself as his eyes drifted close.

Next update: Friday 3pm

#bts fiction #yoongi fiction #suga fiction #bts imagine #bts #bangtan boys #suga #yoongi #min yoongi #kpop fiction #kpop #kpop imagine

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silverdragon-imagines-blog · 4 years

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A Glitched Death - Chapter 5 - The Save Screen

Read it on AO3

Warning(s): Flashbacks

Other news first: I said I was planning on updating this twice a month next year, but that doesn't look like it'll happen. Once a month updates will resume. Otherwise, next year, I'm going to (try to) do monthly live streams on Picarto. It'll either be for Glitched Death or my other fandom: Linked Universe. Or video games, we'll see. I hope you're all enjoying this story as much as I am, we haven't even gotten to the next big plot point yet, and all of your comments and kudos really make me glad I'm sticking with it ^U^ Thank you.

Reaper would never admit to how tired his new job was making him. Not to his brother and especially not to Geno. Though he must be losing his acting ability since Geno immediately called him out on his bullshit the second he stepped foot in the Save Screen.

“You really need to take better care of yourself,” Geno huffed, dragging Reaper by the hand towards the couch that had been gifted to him. Reaper chuckled at how forceful his friend was, trying to make him rest by pulling him over the armrest so he landed face-first onto the plush fabric.

“I know, I know,” Reaper spoke through the puffy beige fabric of the couch, “just had a lot of work to do recently, barely any time to sleep.”

“Honestly, since when does work keep you from slacking off to come and see me? That’s so unlike you Reaps.”

Reaper could hear the almost pout in his voice, and he chuckled a bit until he felt his smile start to become sad. ‘So similar to each other...’

“Since when do you want me to slack off? Thought you kept telling me to get off of my lazy butt last time I was here,” Reaper chuckled, lifting his head onto his hands so he could watch as Geno sputtered and flushed at his words.

“Y-you’re twisting my words against me!” he finally screamed, flinging one of the ugly brown throw pillows at Reaper’s face. “You were sitting on me when I fell asleep on this stupid couch and you wouldn’t move you utter ass!”

“Whatever you say, Geno~” Reaper sang out his name, making said skeleton huff again in annoyance and turn away from him.

"Remind me again why I decided to befriend you."

“Oh let me count the ways~” Reaper sang again, and the other practically fell over trying to smother Reaper with the pillow.

Reaper laughed, the sound muffled from the force behind the smothering, and when the pressure was finally let up, Reaper could see how a smile worked its way onto the other's face despite fighting to hold a pout. Geno wasn't going to give him the satisfaction, and he knows that he was going to be ignored until Geno decided he was done being annoyed at him. Laughter tapering off into a sigh, Reaper flipped over onto his back to stare up into the “sky” of the Save Screen, and let his mind wander. Though his thoughts would always turn to Geno, his Geno that is, and not the copy he was currently being ignored by.

He knows it's not healthy to linger on the should haves and that he really did need to move on from his little Geno, and yet he couldn’t help but think that the other was still out there somewhere, waiting for him. But he had looked everywhere, hadn’t he? No one from that original timeline remembered anything that happened. It always hurt to know that he could have looked harder, should have looked much more and for far longer than he had. At the very least, he should’ve made an effort to spend time with him before. . . He should’ve been there, he should’ve --

“Reaps? You’re getting that look on your face again.” the fake Geno said.

“Hm? Oh, it’s nothing. Just a little tired,” Reaper lied, rubbing at his face where he knew cyan tears were gathering in the corners of his eyes. “What were you saying?”

Geno didn’t say anything for a while, just watching as Reaper rubbed at his sockets, concern growing evident on his face.

“. . . I’m worried about you Reaper. Ever since we’ve met, you’ve gotten… sadder the longer you’ve been around me. I-is it something I've done?”

Reaper froze. He never thought that he’d been so obvious with his feelings, trying to keep them hidden so that he could try again with this Geno. He swore he had managed to keep it all contained so well, for so long, but what good that was doing him now. Why is it now of all times that he’s breaking down? He was so good at pretending, faking being happy spending time with someone who looked so similar to his lost love until he was sure that it was starting to become actual happiness if not contentment. Why now of all times was he about to lose it?

“Are you ever tell me the truth and say what’s wrong?” Geno spoke again, this time leaning over Reaper’s face so they made eye-contact.

Reaper just stared straight ahead, not wanting to ruin the one good thing he had going for him, no matter how much it kills him inside. Then Geno tried to touch him, to cup his hand on the side of Reaper’s face, and the action had Reaper shortcutting off the couch, walking away from Geno before he lost what little control over himself he had left.

“Reaper? Reaps, wait!” Geno yelled, his slippered feet getting closer to where Reaper stood, motionless, “W-we don’t have to talk, j-just stay here okay? C-C’mon Reaps, you only got here a few minutes ago.”

Reaper made no move that he heard any of what Geno said, simply staring at him as Geno reached for his hand, holding it in a way that made his soul clench painfully at the care in the familiar motions.

“I-I care about you, Reaps.”

And Reaper shattered.

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~ ”Haha, oh Geno, you’re so cute,” Reaper laughed, wheezing slightly and clutching at his side where his ribs were broken.

“I’m trying to be serious you utter ass!” Geno shrieked, letting go of the other’s hand to throw the bandages he had been holding at his injured boyfriend.

“I can’t believe you. You show up here, almost fainting on top of me from magic loss and pain, only to laugh like a fucking child when I try to help bandage you up! Is this how you react to Respite when he says he cares about you?!” Geno’s voice got higher pitched as he yelled at Reaper, who only giggled at how annoyed his boyfriend was getting.

“Oh, c’mon now Geno. I’m not that bad, right?” Reaper teased, reaching for the bandages that landed next to him, placing his injured hand back on Geno’s lap, “Besides, Gen, you love me anyway, don’t you?”

“I do and I hate it,” Geno sighed, fondly smiling.

They fell to silence for a while. Reaper stealing glances at the other, while he worked on stopping the wounds from bleeding out any more. It was comfortable, and Reaper felt content, thinking about how lucky he was that he had someone like Geno. Then he got an idea.

“I’ll tell you what, Gen, once I’m all bandaged up, how about I grab Res and we can all watch a movie later. I’ll grab a bunch and you chose which ones we watch. Sound like fun?”

Geno seemed to think for a moment before he spoke again, completely deadpan.

“I dunno Reaps, I might try to get your brother to agree that you’re horrible to the both of us and make him disown you.”

Reaper squawked in mock offense, hand on his chest and mouth agape as Geno’s expression cracked into a smirk, barely holding in laughter.

“I can’t believe this, first my beloved boyfriend and now my brother? Who would do such a thing?” Reaper attempted to fall back on the couch they were on, only for Geno to pull on his arm. Hard.

“Ow, fuck, Geno! That hurt!”

“S-sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to do that!” Geno scrambled to help Reaper get comfortable again, then gently lifted his boyfriend’s arm to see what the damage was. “Nothing got worse, thankfully, but it is technically your own damn fault you drama king.”

“I prefer the term drama Lord, thank you very much.” Reaper snarked, a shit-eating grin on his face while Geno rolled his eye.

“Yes yes, your majesty,” he sighed, smiling as he lifted Reaper’s hand and kissed the back of it, “You're lucky I love you.”

Reaper smiled back.

“And I wouldn’t trade my luck for anything in the entire Multiverse, because I love you too.”~

#silver writes #A Glitched Death fic #A Glitched Death #fic update #afterdeath #glitcheddeath #AGD #reapertale sans #Reaper Sans #Reaper #aftertale sans #geno sans #genosans #hurt/comfort?#angst

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kunoichi-ume · 5 years

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a-muirehen replied to your post “16. Dark secrets/’skeletons in the closet’ and 17. Regrets, for Noara?”

Oh wow, where can I find out about all versions of Noara?

Oh there are a few now @a-muirehen. I need to be better about writing and actually share some of these. Mostly I plot a lot with @cinlat and we end up with different versions of our characters because we are suckers for the phrase “but what if?” Could I spend more time on other characters? Sure. Could I choose one and stick to it and get some substantial writing done? Probably. Someday. Until then here are my many versions of Noara Starspark/Lewton who always eventually becomes a Cadera anyway.

Canon Jedi Knight/Outlander Noara

This is the main, original version of Noara. The one who wants to save the galaxy, even if it never did anything good for her and always puts more responsibility than she can handle on her shoulders. This is the Noara who ran missions with Kira, Doc, Scourge, T7 and Rusk and all that other good stuff in game. I have a not totally different version of her in an AU where Torian becomes the Outlander and they actually met back on Taris when their missions there overlapped but she is close enough to main Noara not to get her own entry.

Jedi Sitters AU Jedi Knight Noara

This is Noara in the fic series Jedi Sitters that is a coproject with Cinlat. Noara isn’t the canon JK, instead she is another Jedi that was part of the strike team that took on the Emperor the first time and lost. The fallout of her incarceration landed her in a very bad spot and when the main members of Havoc decided it was time to get off the front lines, Fynta and company were assigned to be her minders and make sure she didn’t go off the rails and kill everybody. That that anyone was willing to word it that way. Instead they get a startling view into the life of a Jedi (particularly appalled by the fact she doesn't get wages for her work, something confirmed by canon and everything) and end up adopting her into the family.

Soldier Noara

Soldier Noara Lewton’s Force sensitivity was never discovered and therefore never joined the Jedi. Instead she grew up loved and happy with her parents, three younger siblings and grumpy godfather Aric Jorgan. Following her father and godfather’s footsteps she joined the military and trained as a sniper. She thinks she is an amazingly skilled soldier and marksmen but in fact is using untrained Force abilities to achieve her high marks. She is no more pleased to learn this than Aric is to see the tattoos she got without warning anyone so they could talk her out of it.

Bounty Hunter Noara

This version of Noara also grew up with her family but, much like her sister Juli who went into smuggling, rebelled against their military upbringing and decided she needed something a bit more action filled. This is probably my least developed version of her so far, but I love the way that tattoo looks on her so I had to share.

Sith Noara

Springboarding off a drabble I did to explain the scar on her face, The First Brush With A Sith, the idea of what would have happened if Noara had not been saved that day but instead whisked away by the Sith to be her new pet/plaything. This Noara is angry, bitter, aggressive, addicted to spice and pretty suicidal because her life is pretty much terrible until she makes friends with a deep cover SIS spy in Fynta, who later introduces her to Torian and things look up from there until the tragic end. She does totally get to deck Satele in the face and Marr enjoys it terribly.

Trigger Noara

If you read Cinlat’s Heart on a Trigger you might have noticed a certain Jedi being added as one of the background characters. This of course led to me write fanfiction of a fanfic and now a whole new version of Noara exists. This one is a bit older and more jaded than the others, though not as much as Sith Noara. During the 5 years Fynta was in carbonite Noara was sent out into the galaxy to try and slow Acrann’s domination anyway she could. After an unfortunate run in with a Zakuulian Knight on Nar Shaddaa she ended up loosing her lightsabers and being stranded on the planet on her own. She met Fynta while working as a bouncer at a cantina called the Drunken Gundark. After throwing the rowdy commander out on her ass for causing a ruckuss it was a no brainer to Fynta that she needed this lady in the Alliance. I’ve actually written quite a bit for her and might actually post that stuff someday.

#swtor #The many faces of Noara #OC: Noara Starspark

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camillemontespan · 5 years

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a kingdom divided [part eleven: a court of the past, a court of the present]

Part Ten if you want to catch up!

Previously.... Liam tried to work out what to do about the revelation that there is a secret club in his palace consisting of anti-monarchists (both nobles and servants), the Beaumonts hosted a Welcome Home dinner for Bertrand, Hana and Maxwell had more than just dessert, Olivia kept trying to ignore Leo and Camille’s ancestor made her first appearance.

@pug-bitch @jovialyouthmusic @drakesensworld @moonlightgem7 @sirbeepsalot @ifyouseekheart @dcbbw @tacohead13 @notoriouscs @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore

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Everyone watched Camille intently as she closed her eyes, thinking of the best way to explain who her ancestor was and why she was being linked to Bertrand's poisoning.

'I've never told anyone about Madame de Montespan except for Drake,' Camille started. 'My grandmother always went on about our heritage and she loved to tell the story of Madame de Montespan around the dinner table but I was never that forthcoming with it. For one thing, you wouldn't believe me. But she's my ancestor and it is stupid to ignore something that happened, something so dramatic and irrevocable.. '

She swallowed and Drake wrapped his arm around her as a comfort. Camille looked at her friends and she saw Bertrand smile at her softly. Using him as her focus, she began to tell them.

'This is going to sound ridiculous, which is also a reason why I don't talk about it. My ancestor, Madame de Montespan was the official mistress of Louis XIV at Versailles.'

Hana let out an excited gasp. 'Ooh Camille!'

Liam chuckled and encouraged by their positivity, Camille continued. 'She had seven children with him. The Queen was cast aside, though she still ruled, but only by name. In time, Montespan's influence in court grew so great that it was as if she was ruling Versailles herself.'

'Powerful woman,' Olivia said. 'I applaud her efforts.'

'In that time, Kings truly believed they were chosen by God and Louis really believed this. He wanted Versailles to be a glittering court and the epicentre of France itself. He was all style, no substance.'

Camille's heart started to pound as she became settled. 'Being the King's mistress wasn't easy either. Imagine say, Kiara was Liam's official mistress -'

Liam burst out laughing. 'Oh god, the image..'

'Well, Kiara's position isn't safe because, for example, you would have Penelope in the wings, biding her time, trying her best to attract Liam's attention. To be the official mistress was a huge deal and many ladies at court wanted to be chosen. The benefits you would be awarded, the reputation, the glamour! So, Penelope could work hard, get noticed and soon, she would take Kiara's place.'

'Let me guess.. Montespan was replaced,' Leo said.

Camille nodded. 'Eventually.'

She looked around the table and giggled when she saw how entranced her friends were. Maxwell's eyes were wide. 'Well, go on!' he begged. Drake squeezed her hand.

Camille sighed. 'Montespan, although beautiful, charismatic and intelligent.. The story goes she was desperate to keep her position and hold into the King's love. Apparently, she turned to witchcraft and black magic to keep the King's attention on her. Apparently, she did some awful things which I won't go into... Anyway, while she was involved in these dark dealings, the King was alerted that there was a conspiracy to poison him. An investigation started and it came to light that many of his courtiers were having the same idea as Montespan. Many wanted to be loved by the King as to be respected and known by him could do wonders for your status at court. Perhaps he could help raise their roles at court or help arrange profitable marriages for their children. Everyone at court was in it for themselves and they were power mad. So, many of them began to use magic and potions to further their cause. When some were caught, they implicated Montespan, suggesting she was the worst of them. Apparently she would add 'love' potions to his food, much of the mixture wasn't exactly edible. She was eventually cleared of trying to poison him but she still used potions to keep him.'

'What happened in the end?' Liam asked, his voice tense. Clearly, he was imagining himself in this position.

'There were trials. 400 people were investigated,' Camille said. Hana gasped again. She had been clutching Maxwell's hand under the table from suspense. Maxwell wished they had popcorn.

'Many were sentenced to death but there was a number who were sent away to remote prisons and never seen or heard from again. They just vanished. I think Louis didn't want the world to find out what was happening in his beloved court,' she said, her voice on edge now. ' I believe he wanted to keep his reputation intact so he thought it would be best to lock them up and throw away the key.'

Olivia reddened, realising she had suggested to Liam that he do that very thing to the anti monarchy group in the palace.

'What happened to Montespan?' Hana asked quietly. They all waited with bated breath.

'She was sent away around the time l'affaire des poisons ended,' Camille told her. 'Louis found a new mistress, a very religious one at that, completely different from Montespan. Montespan's time at court was finished. A dozen years she was his mistress and she was cast aside to be replaced. But, I don't agree with what she did. It was stupid and she harmed herself. So to those who think I would love her and admire her, perhaps repeat her ways, they are wrong.' Her voice was filled with venom now.' As interesting and colourful as she was, she was flawed. I don't hold her up on a pedestal like my grandmother did.'

Leo sighed. ‘What does the article about her and you say?’

Camille read out a part of it to the table: ‘The Duchess of Valtoria, it seems, is no stranger to poison. As well as her mentor, the Duke of Ramsford, being hospitalised from an attempted attack, we have done research and discovered that her ancestor, who lived at the court of Versailles, was also involved in a poison scandal; in fact, she was the figurehead for l’affaire des poisons. Will history repeat itself? Perhaps our popular Duchess has more skeletons in her closet. Only time will tell.’

She rolled her eyes. ‘Will history repeat itself? Sure, I would love to poison the king in an effort to make him love me, despite being happily married. Bullshit.’

'What does your ancestor have to do with Bertrand being poisoned though? Why reach so far for some tabloid gossip? Why even bother?' Hana asked, confused. They all thought.

'The rebels have used France as an inspiration..' Liam said. 'The rock they threw through Camille and Drake's nursery had a note attached which read Vive la Republique. They stormed the Palace like they stormed Bastille. They are referencing Camille's French ancestor. It seems France is the country the anti-monarchists wish to mimic. Why couldn’t they just copy Britain with their stiff upper lip and ‘keep calm and carry on’ posters. Much better.’ The contempt in his voice was obvious.

'Oh god what if they have a guillotine?!' Hana cried. Olivia rolled her eyes. 'Trust me, if they had a guillotine, I would know about it.'

Leo chuckled at her words.

Bertrand cleared his throat. 'If I may offer an opinion..'

Everyone turned to him. 'The secret club want the monarchy to be overturned and for a Republic to take its place,’ he said. ‘They want something that they think will help them, much like Montespan and her peers used potions to get what they wanted. What if they poisoned me, the Duke of Ramsford, as a first step to get rid of a noble and therefore, one less hurdle to get over until they reach their goal?'

They stared at him, all their faces pale. 'You think they might target the rest of us?' Maxwell asked.

Bertrand winced. 'Maybe?'

Olivia rolled her eyes. ‘You do bleet about your title a lot, Bertrand. Sometimes, discreetness is key.’ Maxwell shot her a chilling look.

Liam sighed. 'If Bertrand is correct and that is the club’s intentions, it would mean my allies would be gone and I wouldn't be protected. It's ironic that whilst Louis XIV's court wanted him to love them, my court want me gone. If they are plotting with poison, they would get rid of all the loyal nobles until only I am left standing.. That means everyone is in danger. They want me gone and they will stop at nothing to make it happen.'

They were all silent, contemplating his words. Drake cleared his throat. 'Please can I speak to Camille in private?'

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Drake drew her into the Beaumont study. Camille blushed, remembering that this was the location of their first kiss. How everything had changed since.

Drake's face was pale as he looked at her. 'If what Bertrand says is true, I don't like it.'

Camille took hold of his hand. 'Drake, it's just a theory. He could be completely wrong. You never know, someone might just really dislike him-'

'I'm not naive, Camille,' Drake ground out. 'We have already had a rock through our window and had to hide in the palace after the mob tried to get inside. I honestly think this concerns all of us and to be honest, after they've brought up your family history in the newspaper as a sort of propaganda, I really don't want to stick around and see what happens. I want us out of Cordonia.'

Camille stepped back from him, her mouth agape. 'You mean leave court permanently?'

Drake sighed. 'Just listen -'

'But you promised Liam we would be in his corner? You said he could trust us to fight for him. We can't just leave!' Camille’s voice was becoming high pitched now. 'He has already been so understanding about us taking our time coming back to court after everything that's happened so far. My last name is the reason why things might get even worse. We can't just run away. You're his best friend.'

'And you're my wife and the mother of my unborn child,' he said bluntly. 'That is more important. Liam knows this, he knows you and Baby Girl are my priority and he will understand me wanting to keep you safe. Now, if there is a plot to poison you, I'm sorry Camille but I can't sit back and watch it happen. This has changed everything. I was happy to stay in Liam's corner and support him, but if anything were to happen to you now, I would never forgive myself.'

They stared at each other, their chests rising and falling. Camille understood where Drake was coming from as she wanted them to be safe too and protect their baby. But she couldn't stomach the idea of leaving their best friends in a court where poison was the main drink served. What kind of friends would they be if they abandoned them now?

Drake could see her thinking, the cogs turning in her mind. 'We could leave Cordonia until this dies down,' he said softly.

'Where would we go?'

Drake scuffed his shoe against the floor with his hands in his pockets. 'Texas.'

'The family ranch?'

'The very one,' he replied. 'Where we got married on the jetty and spent our wedding night by the lake. My mom would be relieved, I think. She could help you get yourself ready for Baby Girl. We could spend the summer by the lake, I could help mom with the cooking and you could read all of the books you never have time to read while you're busy being a Duchess. We could sit and watch the sun go down and you could drink lemonade on the porch while I mucked out the stable. It would be simple and peaceful, which are two things I think we desperately need right now.'

He looked so earnest as he spoke, his eyes lighting up as he imagined an easier life. How could she say no to that? Especially when everything he was saying sounded like a dream that could so easily become a reality. She couldn't lie - her anxiety was at its peak right now and all she did was worry. A summer spent preparing for Baby Girl sounded magical.

But guilt still held her back.

'What if,' she began hesitantly, 'we stayed at court for now and waited it out? We can still take our time going back to court, as we are doing anyway, but we don't leave just yet. Do what Liam is doing and do nothing but keep our eyes open? I don't want to escape and leave Liam and everyone to deal with it themselves. We could see how it is at court and if it gets really dangerous, then we will go to Texas. I promise. Besides, we are basing this on a theory, it might not become that extreme. I know you're worried, as I am too, but I refuse to leave when it's my name Montespan that has potentially made this worse. I can't abandon our friends.'

Drake sighed. 'They would understand if we left.'

'I know they would. I just don't feel comfortable doing that yet.'

Drake's eyes were steady on her. 'Fine, we will stay for now. But, we are having ground rules. One - we don't attend dinners at court. We can go to balls and the opera and such, but no dinners. Two - you will not eat or drink anything that's served to you, even if its at fucking afternoon tea. Bring snacks in your handbag if you need to, but you do not drink or eat anything at court. I won't have you eat anything that could be contaminated, do you understand?'

Camille nodded. 'I can blame lack of hunger on the baby. Morning sickness and such.'

Drake smiled, glad she was happy to accept such restricting rules. He felt sick telling her what she could and couldn't do- he always wanted her to be her own person and she was fiercely independent anyway, which was one reason why he loved her. But she had to be safe.

Camille took his hand. 'You have to abide by those rules too, Drake. I may be carrying a baby but you're my husband and I don't want you in danger either.'

Drake smiled weakly and brought her into him, his mouth meeting hers. 'I love you,' he murmured. She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up at him. 'I love you too.'

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The dinner finished up an hour later and everyone said their goodbyes. Everyone except for Hana. At Maxwell's suggestion, she hid in his room and Bertrand was none the wiser.

With the thought of poisoning on her mind and the worry that this was a plot, Hana needed a distraction.

She really liked Maxwell. Despite the fact they had spent practically every private moment fucking, she did genuinely like him. He was lovable and easygoing and made everything in life feel lighter and more golden. He had this thing about him that anything was possible, he made her feel like she could do anything she set her mind to.

She had never been in Maxwell’s bedroom before. It was large and painted a dove grey. A flat screen TV was on the wall and an Xbox placed on the shelf underneath it. Framed posters of his favourite films were hung on the walls and there was a stuffed toy panda lying beside his pillow. A framed photo of Maxwell and Bertrand, with Camille in the middle of them, was stood up on his window sill. It had been taken on the day of Drake and Camille’s wedding and the three of them were beaming at the camera. Hana smiled at the photograph. Clearly, Camille was still an honorary Beaumont.

Right now, Maxwell was kissing every inch of her that he could reach , counting as he trailed his lips over her skin. It was a game for him and he was currently at 45. Hana was wearing one of his check shirts; Maxwell loved the look of her in his shirt.

The film Say Anything was on the TV and Maxwell had found popcorn and oreos to share. He stopped kissing her bare leg to look at the TV screen. 'Who's better looking - me or John Cusack?' he asked.

Hana giggled. 'You, Maxwell. That said, John Cusack does have a great voice. Have you listened to him in the film Anastasia? Oh my God...’

Maxwell sat up, his eyes wide. 'What's wrong with my voice?!'

Hana burst out laughing and curled up with a pillow against her chest. 'Nothing! Just he has a great voice.'

'As opposed to my rubbish voice?!'

'You have a lovely voice,' she assured him. 'It's just.. Not like John Cusack's. His voice is a bit deeper -'

Maxwell blinked. 'Oh god. Is my voice not deep?'

'It is deep! It's just a more soft and gentle deep. Like you have a sort of deep voice but it has a lilt, I love your lilt.. But like, take Drake. His voice is really deep! It sounds like he mumbles when really, he's speaking normally.'

Maxwell giggled. He frowned and said in the gruffest voice he could manage, ‘You, bar keep! Give me a whiskey! And stay away from Camille!’

‘That was terrible!’ Hana said, snorting. ‘He is very protective of Camille though. I don’t blame him.’

Maxwell cuddled up into Hana and for a moment, they lay there intertwined. ‘Do you think Bertrand is right and the secret club will try and poison us?’ he asked, twirling a lock of Hana’s hair around his finger.

‘I don’t know,’ Hana said honestly. ‘I’m terrified. I hope he’s wrong but the rebels have used France as an inspiration before. I just don’t want any more people to get hurt.’

Her throat constricted and she blinked tears away. Maxwell sensed her sadness and brought her in close to him, kissing her forehead fiercely. ‘I’ll protect you,’ he told her. Hana looked at him. ‘Yeah?’

‘God yeah. I may not have Liam’s logical mind or Drake’s brute strength but damn it, I can dance kick my way out of any scrape!’

Hana giggled, feeling better already. He always had a way to make her laugh. Maxwell squeezed her into him and whispered in her ear, ‘I promise though. I’ll protect you; I mean it.’

She was on him in an instant. Maxwell’s hands reached out to cover her ass as she straddled him and she leaned in close, kissing his neck. She felt his fingers reach round to trail down towards the gap between her legs and she welcomed him with a groan. His fingers stroked her softly and he could feel her body reacting in the best way. She pulled her thong down and threw it away from her, before closing her eyes and focusing on his touch.

Her hands groped at his t-shirt and pulled it up. His pyjama bottoms followed quickly, as well as his boxers. He was so hard for her.

Seeing this, Hana brought her mouth around his length and Maxwell leaned his head back against the headboard, concentrating on the swirl of her tongue. ‘Hana, get on me,’ he murmured. Not needing to be told twice, Hana settled herself down onto him and gave a gasp as she felt him fill her.

They moved together, Hana controlling the pace and gripping onto his hands as she rode him. Maxwell couldn’t help but watch this dark haired beauty wearing his check shirt, riding him, while in the throes of ecstacy. How had he gotten this lucky? Maxwell was never lucky. He always got the crap end of the stick; he always got the bad grades despite trying so hard, he always missed the last bus from school, he always ended up getting caught in the rain, he always got turned down when he asked girls he liked on dates.

But Hana was different. She seemed to really like him and Maxwell couldn’t understand why but he wasn’t going to question it. He really liked her too.

To Maxwell, Hana was his lucky charm.

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Olivia finished getting ready for bed and pulled her red hair up into a bun. After tonight’s events, what with her kissing Leo which she instantly regretted and Camille’s family history, Olivia had needed a hot bath and time to decompress. She was wearing silk purple pyjamas with an oriental dragon design embroidered on them; they were her favourite pyjamas and made her feel safe and cosy. Even Olivia had to feel safe and cosy sometimes.

She always had a room in Liam’s palaces, since she was always with him. She rarely went home to Lythikos and why would she want to? It was cold, the people were brittle and the manor she lived in had stone walls inside it.

This palace where Liam and his court stayed was much better.

She heard something brush against the carpet and she frowned. Padding across the floor, she saw a note lying next to her door. She opened it and her eyes slid across its contents.

Need a drinking buddy after tonight? You know where I am - Leo

With a frustrated groan, Olivia screwed the note up into a ball and threw it into the bin. He will never make me forget.

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Hey readers, it’s Erin :) I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I really loved writing it, mainly because I finally got to introduce the inspiration for this series, Madame de Montespan and l’affaire des poisons. Thank you to @pug-bitch for reading over the part of this chapter where Camille explains who Montespan was, I knew the basic story but didn’t want to write the facts inaccurately so thank you for reading it beforehand to see if I portrayed the events correctly! I love this period of history because it’s so dramatic and you do think ‘no way did any of that happen!’ but as Louis XIV’s sister in law wrote: “I believe that the histories which will be written about this court after we are all gone, will be better and more entertaining than any novel, and I am afraid that those who come after us will not be able to believe them and will think that they are just fairy tales.”

#drake walker x mc #trr fanfic #choices the stories you play #maxwell beaumont #hana lee #olivia nevrakis #the royal romance

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