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#and its just like man. i am begging you to remember the humanity of the subjects when you put these things in science papers

jyoongim · 1 month

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Can I have human Alastor x reader smut n like they’re both virgins n it’s their wedding night like newly weds n he eats her out for first time n they fuccccc n like super fluffy n hand holding n i love yous n both are nervous n shy n adorable pleeeeeaaaase im begging

I almost missed this request but its so cute!!!!

You looked at yourself in the mirror, trying to get your nerves together.

You had changed into a short silk nightie. Your lacy garters clung to your plush thighs, holding up the thigh highs. You had pulled your robe over it and took a deep breathe.

Tonight was the night.

You had just married the man of your dreams.

The wedding and reception was beautiful; your families danced, sang and drank to their hearts content.

Your aunties had teased you about your wedding night, making rather vulgar comments about how exciting your night was going to be. Your mother had snuck and packed lingerie into your luggage for this moment.

”Oh honey that man there? I know you’re gonna have a wild night.”

”Youre gonna be giving us some little ones by the time y’all come back”

”dearest remember men like it when you do…”

”Oh I can’t to hear everything when you get back”

You had half a mind to change and just put on one of your nightgowns, but you wanted to be sexy.

It was your wedding night after all.

And you wanted to look good for your husband.

You gathered your nerves and made your way to the living room.

Alastor wasn’t there.

You padded over and poked your head into the kitchen and found the man pouring himself a drink.

”mind pouring me one on the rocks?” You said, making him turn around at the sound of your voice.

Heat pumped to your cheeks as his eyes widened, you held your giggle as you made your way to stand in front of him.

You feigned innocence as you wrapped your arms around his neck, sighing as he kissed your forehead and handing you a glass of whiskey.

You took a sip, nose scrunching at the taste but smiled as Alastor clinked his glass with yours.

”To us my dear” he said chugging the liquor. You giggled and really took in your surroundings.

You hopped on the kitchen island and sighed “I can’t believe we are married. Oh my stars Alastor we-were really married” you covered your smiling face, feet swaying.

Alastor let out a laugh, coming to stand between your thighs, hands on your waist, smiling at you “yes we are. And I am the happiest man alive doll”

He caught sight of the sheer material on your foot, his brow quirked, making you smile slightly. His hands fingered with the knot of your robe, loosening it and his jaw went slack.

”My momma seems to want us to give her grandbabies soon as possible” you giggled as he toyed with the garter, trailing his finger along your skin.

“That can certainly be arranged” he mumbled to himself, opening the robe to see what you were hiding .

Alastor felt heat rush straight to his cock as he took you in;

The silk garment clung to your figure, hugging your soft curves and making your skin look so soft, your garters teasing him, making him want to use his teeth to rip it off.

You looked gorgeous.

His fingers tapped along your skin, he pushed his hips into the counter as he leaned into you, burying his face in your neck.

The entirety of your courtship Alastor had been a gentleman and did not even try to indulge in you.

Sure there was heavy petting and intense kissing…

but this oh this was different

The two of you were married now.

It was now acceptable and even encouraged that the two of you would be connected at the hip.

Large hands danced along your thighs and slipped under your nightie to follow the garter straps.

A low groan met your ears as Alastor’s fingers dug into your soft flesh, his teeth nipped at your ear ”No panties doll? Oooh my dear always a vixen”

Your cheeks heat up as you feel his thumb graze the slit of your soft lips, rubbing soft circles on your clit.

”A-Al?” You whined as he littered your neck and shoulder in kisses, nipping at the delicate flesh as his thumb pressed onto the bud that made you tingle.

He hummed before pulling you closer to the edge of the island “how lucky am I to have such a pretty wife?” He drawled, taking his free hand and hooking his finger under your chin and pressing his lips to yours.

”A pretty wife I adore, worship, and would do anything for.”

You keened as he deepened the kiss, head dizzy with pleasure.

Alastor pulled away and chuckled at your lidded dazed eyes.

You let out a squeal as he heaved you over his shoulder and made his way through the estate. Your breath caught in your throat as you watch your husband remove his shirt, leaving his chest bare.

Your husband was not a very large man no, instead he was tall and lanky. Lean muscle rippled under his flesh and you bit your lips as your eyes roamed over the scars that littered his skin.

Heat pulsed between your legs.

Alastor caught you ogling and flashed you a smile as he crouched between your legs.

Your nerves twisted as he nuzzled the skin of your thigh

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want darlin” he reassured you, running his hands over your legs.

“N-No its okay. I ju- i want to experience the whole wedding night thing. And with you. I want us to explore this new thing together.” You tried to focus else where, pouting, making him smile.

Contrary to what many people thought, Alastor, the dazzling radio host, was not as experienced as one would think.

Not a womanizer, though he looked like it. The old handsome bastard

Alastor slithered up your body, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers, bringing your hand to his lips, thumb fiddling with your shiny wedding band.

”If I do anything that makes you uncomfortable just tell me and we can stop ok?” He said with a serious look.

You nodded and pulled his head to yours, connecting your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, scratching his scalp and massaging his bare shoulders.

The two of you just stayed like that; happily sucking at each other faces, tongues sweeping over each other and pecking lips.

Alastor nipped at your swollen lips, nudging your chin to expose your neck to him ”I want to try something dearest” he said softly, making you tilt your head.

He slide down until he was kneeling on the floor, his hands on top of your thighs and head wedged between your legs.

You watch his head dip under your nightie and tensed up feeling his breath on your mound.

He brushed his nose against your clit, mouth ghosting over your slit. Your lips formed an ‘O’ as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked!

”Oh!” You gasped, back arching.

Alastor’s tongue swirled around the bud, alternating between licking and sucking on the bud.

His tongue dipped down to tease your quivering hole.

”A-Al!?” You whimpered, hands fisting the covers.

The man propped your legs atop his broad shoulders to angle you better, to slot his mouth against your cunt.

His hands gripped your waist to keep you from withering away from him.

The sound soft suckling and your gasps filled the room.

With a slight pop, Alasto released your throbbing clit and licked a strip up your slit.

He let out a chuckle “Ooh ma cherie you taste as sweet as I always thought” he lifted his head and smiled at you, chin glistening in your juices.

Your face was flushed as you panted. Your fingers pulled at your nightie until the garment was tossed to the side, leaving you bare and only in your stockings.

Alastor’s cock twitched at the sight of your full, perky tits.

He shimmied out of his loose pants, climbing up your body to capture your lips. His hands pulled your legs around his waist as he grinded his hard cock into your wet heat.

You moaned into his mouth as you lifted your hips into his, clit catching onto the tip of his clothed cock.

”A-Al i want…I want to please you as well”

He hummed as his drifted towards your chest, teeth tugging at your nipples before enveloping the mound into his mouth.

You lightly pushed against him to sit up. Lips never parting, you fondled his cock, bristling as he groaned into your mouth and cock hardening within your hand.

”I-Inside p-please Al” you begged, pressing your head against his.

It wasn’t as easy as your aunties had tried to tell you. The magazines made it look easy, but by god!

Your eyes clenched as you gritted your teeth, taking his weeping tip and running it over your folds. Alastor held your hips, kissing your shoulders “darlin don’t force yourself…we can take it as slow as you need” he reassured.

A whimper met his ears and he let out a hiss as your tight warm walls sunk down on him, stopping just shy when met with resistance.

You took a deep breath as you plunged down, a cry leaving your throat “Aaah!”

You buried your face the groove of his neck, nails biting into his skin leaving angry marks.

You felt so full.

It was like you could barely breath, his cock filled every crevice and stretched you beyond limits.

Your fingers never felt like this.

You needed to move, to adjust and get accustomed to him being inside.

Your teeth found themselves bedded into Alastor’s flesh as you finally took the last few inches.

Your sweet husband made sure to soothe you, kissing you cheeks and lips, lavishing your chest in kisses as well, muttering positive affirmations.

”Oh my sweet girl”

”Youre doing so well”

”deep breaths baby, I got ya”

After a while, you let out a shaky moan as Alastor softly kneaded your flesh, before rolling his hips into yours. He groaned as you clenched around him, pupils dilating.

”I-I know we said we would go slow but my god cher, you feel so good”

He took it upon himself to slowly move you. Alastor had heard from other men that a woman’s pussy was like heaven on earth. He used to think they were exaggerating, but your warm, gummy walls hugged him perfectly.

He had been hard since he had tasted his wife.

You were sweeter than any fruit he’s tasted. He would live between your thighs if he could.

He peppered your shoulder in kisses as he grinded into your heat.

”A-Al!” You whined, body buzzing with pleasure.

Soft moans and grunts filled the room as the two of you made love for the first time.

”Please Al oh my god please!” You moaned throwing your head back against the bed. Alastor was on top of you, head buried in your neck, soft grunts and growls pouring from his lips.

”You gonna cum for me baby?” He purred, hips snapping into yours, your legs wrapped around his waist.

You nodded as your cunt fluttered.

Alastor lifted his head to catch your lips, intertwining your hands.

”c-cum!c-cummin oh Oh fuck my god! A-Al..I’m gonna cum” you whimpered as the ball in your belly tightened.

Alastor smiled against your lips “Its okay. Just let it happen baby. C’mon. Cum on your husband’s cock. That’s it…fuck baby”

You saw white as your body seized. Your thighs trembled as you pulsed around his cock, orgasm ripping through you as you milked him of his first orgasm.

”Iloveyouoloveyouiloveyou” you chanted as Alastor rode out your orgasm, humming in amusement at his wife.

You twitched in sensitivity as his thrusts sped up before he stilled, groaning as he emptied his ball into you.

You both panted,chest heaving as you overcame the sensation of passion.

Alastor curled his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, making you sleepily blink at him

”Was that ok?” He asked nervous

You smiled, pressing a kiss over his heart sighing

”That was perfect”

the two of you sat in bliss, just taking each other in.

”Al?” You muttered, making the man look down at you

”C-Can I suck your cock now?”

That made the man short-circuit.

You looked up when you got no response only to see your husband sporting a nosebleed

”oh my god Al!”

He had a silly smile of his face

”I love you my dear”

You giggled, making him tilt his head back

”I love you too”

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dinneronvenus · 9 months

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Doesn’t Matter Now

⭑ Gojo x fem reader

⭑ inspired by the song “doesn’t matter now” by flyingfish (listen to that while you read for max effect)

⭑ tags: ANGST ON 100, description of a jujutsu technique that forfeits the sorcerer’s life, death, a funeral, a hopeless and depressed Gojo goes to a medium, hinted reincarnation

⭑ synopsis: Gojo already lost his only true friend, so he never thought losing a woman could hurt him so badly

“There’s nothing you could’ve done, Gojo. You didn’t even know.” Utahime spoke softly, her own pain wanting to break through in her voice. “Nobody did.”

Gojo remained silent, eyes glazed over, a cocktail of negative emotions mixing in his mind. He couldn’t even look at Utahime, whose outfit would remind him of you. They stood in the ruins of the shrine your family had built and ran for generations. It had come under attack by many cursed spirits and you had fulfilled your duty to protect the people who lived and worked there, as well as its secrets. With everyone else safe, it would be rebuilt and restored to its original glory, something that should have been a silver lining.

“It is not uncommon for a high priestess to give her life for her people.” Utahime said, voice breaking at the end. This brought Gojo even less comfort.

“You think I don’t know that? You think I hadn’t heard her say those exact words to me before?!” He snapped, still not able to take his eyes off the scene in front of him. It was Utahime’s turn to stay silent.

In the middle of the leveled temple, there was the evidence of your bravery. A set of heavy stone doors bearing an ancient inscription, left open by whatever you had summoned to walk through them, loomed over the two sorcerers. Gojo already knew they’d be used as a gate to honor your memory and remember your sacrifice. His eyes begged to see any scrap of you in the rubble. Maybe this was just a trick, and you were hiding behind one of the doors.

“What could her technique have been to have killed her in the process?” He whispered to the open air, not thinking anyone could’ve heard him.

“Gehenna Gate, it is a technique with the highest of costs,” A raspy voice broke the unbearable quiet. It was your mother, who despite everything, managed to keep a small smile on her face for your surviving friends. “I am sorry she never told you that properly. She wanted to protect you, in her own way.” Her hand came down on Gojo’s shoulder and the kindness in her touch almost burned him alive.

“I didn’t… I wish she…” Gojo stuttered out, hot tears stinging his eyes. Your mother pulled him into a hug, shushing him like a child.

Five days later, your funeral was to be held at your family cemetery in the mountains overlooking the temple. Gojo had no idea how he would survive that. He spent the time until your funeral looking for someone who could communicate with the dead. Thanks to his power and connections, he found one the night before and prepared himself to have one last conversation with you.

“Welcome, sir. I assume you’re here to see Mistress Takemi?” The young man spoke just loud enough to be heard over the jingle of the bell from the door shutting behind him.

“Yeah, and she knows already so I’m just gonna head back there,” Gojo sauntered through the foyer and down the hall to the back room where a woman in black and purple robes standing over a large glass table was waiting on him.

“Welcome Satoru,” she spoke cheerfully with a deep voice that echoed her years of life.

“Don’t call me that. Can we get started?” The overly familiar attitude irked him. The woman cleared her throat and dropped her cheerful act.

“I suppose we can get right to it then.”

The woman had a technique that essentially made her into a human ouija board. Her hands rested on the glass table and it began to glow a soft greenish-blue. Gojo could see the dark circles and puffiness of his eyes in the reflection, suddenly feeling ashamed of himself for being this unable to accept that you were gone.

“Satoru?” His name again, but this time he could hear your voice mixing with Takemi’s voice. He said your name in disbelief, tears of joy in his eyes.

“Yes, yes! It’s me, I wa—”

“You can’t do this, Satoru. It’s against the laws.”

“Please, don’t tell me that right now. You hid so much from me, please just let me ask you one thing.”

Silence. Fearing he’d miss his chance, he went ahead with his question.

“Did you ever really love me?” The depth of sadness and desperation in his voice was unbearable to you, even in your disembodied state. “Why couldn’t you have told me? I could’ve helped you, I would’ve done anything to have saved you.”

“In the mountains where they’ll bury me, follow a trail that begins with pink and white flowers. You’ll find everything you want to know at the end. Goodbye, Satoru.”

“No, no, no,” He wiped the tears from his face and gripped both of Takemi’s shoulders, shouting. “Please come back! I can’t do this again!”

Regaining full control of herself, Takemi pushed Gojo off her and had him escorted out of her shop. The whole world was one hideous shade of grey. He walked for a while with no destination in mind but the grave. He wanted to go find that trail right now but he didn’t have anything else left in him. He wanted to sleep for the rest of his life. Returning home, he set his alarm and went to bed with your instructions in mind.

Utahime and Gojo walked with each other up the mountain to the funeral site. Utahime thought it was odd but refreshing to see him dressed in more traditional clothing. Just one more thing that only you could get him to do.

Everyone took their places, and your father stepped up to the podium. “We are gathered here to send our beloved high priestess to her place of final rest with her ancestors…”

Once the funeral was complete, no one but Gojo, Utahime and your mother lingered too long.

“I’m sorry again for your loss, ma’am.” Utahime said, bowing deeply. Your mother gave her another one of those wise, otherworldly smiles.

“I don’t think I’ve really lost her.” She said before taking a last look around the cemetery and turning to leave. “Why don’t we give him some space?” She motioned to Gojo and Utahime followed her.

Now alone with your memory and your ghost, Gojo began to look for this trail you had mentioned. It took him a while to find it but when he did, his path to the end was quick. It led to a small clearing where the grass was lush, and he was consumed by the smell of many different kinds of flowers and plants. The sight of the small garden was as beautiful as you were to him.

Looking around for anything that could be the answer you spoke of, he saw a faint bit of energy coming from inside a tree. When he got close to the tree, he found it had a hollow spot in it where you’d left a diary. He fished it out and walked to a shaded place in the clearing to begin reading it. Every page was an entry about the two of you together. All of your private feelings from when he was just a crush, and once you had gotten closer, you even glued in pictures you’d taken together.

Gojo couldn’t control his tears or hide his sobs. His body shook against the tree as he held the diary close to his chest. He calmed down enough to continue reading it, with the last entry being dated a week ago.

She knew she was going to die… He thought. You had written about the rise of cursed spirits in the area of increasing numbers and strength and how you felt like it was time for you to fulfill your duty to your people. More than that though, you wrote about how you wished you could have told Gojo. How you wanted to stay with him forever, how he was the only thing you’d ever loved as much as you loved the Gods, and how because of that you wanted to make sure he was safe and didn’t have to fight for once.

It was all too much, Gojo swore he would drown in his own tears right there. The wind picked up and blew the diary’s pages, landing on entry from before you two had met.

6.25 — Training Notes: after a long session of training and studying my technique’s history in my family. I have learned of a way I might be able to circumvent its cost. If I summon a deity of destruction that has the ability to reincarnate, then I will reincarnate too! One of my ancestors did that long ago, although it took 59 days for them to come back.

Gojo couldn’t believe what he was reading. He wiped his eyes on his sleeves furiously and scrambled to his feet. He stored your diary in an inner pocket of his kimono and made his way down the mountains to the temple ruins.

He inspected the gate and found exactly what he needed to be able to accept the loss of the only woman he’s ever loved. Utahime was strolling the grounds when she noticed him in the air, getting a close look at the doors.

“Gojo, what do you think you’re doing? Get down here!” Utahime found his behavior so disgraceful. He chuckled on his way back to earth.

“I was just checking on something. Had to be sure that I wasn’t seeing things.”

His eyes were red and puffy, but his annoyingly cheerful attitude was starting to return. Utahime couldn’t tell if she was relieved or annoyed.

“Checking on what?”

“Eh,” Gojo put a hand over the diary in his pocket.

“Doesn’t matter now.”

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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year

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Friend. F r I e N d. Your smol brother Razor hcs made my insides flippyflop. I beg, I plead...

My daughter QiQi? Holding onto my sleeve while we go picking herbs so she knows she can get home? Getting her a little bag with a notebook and pen so she always has memory?

SAYING THE LINE FROM WHERE THE WIND LEADS AND ASKING FOR A HUG?!

Scolding Baizhu for letting her go herb picking when he knows she probably won't remember the way home?!?! Because Archons man like NO.

Hello!! Flippyflop??!! Over my writing ??!! 🥺🥺 <3

AND FOR MY NEXT TRICK... WE SHALL DO... THE OTHER CHILD THAT NEEDS A CARING ADULT!!

Also srry im rlly slow getting to yalls asks i promise it will come and i love u all for giving me asks <33

(*´▽)ノ✨️ NOW LETS GO ! ! ✨️

(Now before yall come at me, I am aware Baizhu does care about her, but BUT, he still is studying her/canonically has ulterior motives, and lets her pick herbs when she may not be able to find her way back, also he doesnt strike me as the type to be super affectionate/parental, as cute as it is to write him that way)

What a b l e s s e d ask, this is so cute i love all the kids in genshin their adorable

So... im kinda a consistent Sagau writer, and i love requests like this! But also, im not sure if u guys want me to still apply Sagau/Isekai setting to these requests on top of what was initially asked??

So i will pretty much always make all requests will be SAGAU/ISEKAI Reader based, UNLESS YOU STATE OTHERWISE IN THE ASK!!

Oh Qiqi, another child product of ✨️traumatic events✨️

(Future me after finishing this: oh god what monster have I unleashed upon the world, upon the sagau tag, upon my innocent followers...)

Damn ur lucky u didnt land in Jueyun Karst or nothin

Or on one of the many mountains/cliffs all over Liyue

Its honestly more a shock u arent on a mountain bc theres so many,,

Ur pretty close to Liyue Harbor luckily, not in town, but sort of at the base of Mt Tianheng by the looks of it, almost behind it

Its about sunset too, WOW

Liyue Harbor is hella bigger than in game, holy fuck its actually a huge port city

Should u go into the city??

Ur not sure, do they speak English??

...Wait u dont got a single mora

U cant even get an inn rn RIP

?? Should u just? Find a cave?? To sleep in??

But what about monsters??!

(Call Xiao? Nah he'd freak tf out on u, Shenhe maybe? She is the only option u can think of that seems like she would possibly take in a random homeless traveler from another world, mostly bc she could beat ur ass no matter what)

So,, Shenhe? Maybe? Ur still not sold on the idea but maybe u could gather something out here to sell on a street corner?? Or to Wanmin maybe for fresh ingredients?

Yeah sure why not,

With that, u just wander around the area, checking out all the plants and animals

The fennec foxes are so adorable

Oh shit some mint and sweet flower, finally

Oh hell yeah a sunsettia, u got food now 💪

U hold onto some of it to sell (including a low violet grass hell yeah)

Crunchin and munchin ur way thru Liyue now, it isnt until u find a particularly wooded area that u hear ur first sign of human life

...

Stand corrected,

Unlife...?

A soft hum, almost a lullaby, comes from Qiqi as she picks up other flowers youve never seen before (ooo new liyue plants)

Should u just leave? She seems busy and u dont wanna distract her bc she might forget to go back to her task..

Wait a minute.

On the other hand,

Now you can finally achieve one of your many goals in Genshin that you couldn't as a player.

Help Qiqi collect herbs and guide her back,

And scold Baizhu. >:)

(whats he gonna do?? call the milieth on you??? for some rude person who doesnt like the way he makes a child wander off, who has memory issues and cant find her way back??? thats what you thought)

Approaching the tiny zombie girl, you purposely step on a branch to let her know ur there

...she doesn't even flinch, instead she vvveerrryy slooowwwlllyyy lifts her head up from her bent position

Her big doe eyes 🥺

They dont look empty, or dead just kinda dreamy

She tilts her head, the adepti paper covering an eye

Qiqi: "...do I know you? ..you feel... familiar..."

Oh this is crazy, she sounds exactly like in game, but instead of in a screen, her voice is in front of you

You respond "Oh I don't think so?" You introduce yourself,

"Are you alone out here? The sun is setting..."

It didnt strike you until now, but the zombie girl is so... so... tiny

OMGGGG😫💘

I mean, you knew the kids were small, but not 5-6 year old small!!!

Qiqi stands, and you see her holding a basket in the crook of her other arm, full of greenery

(some u recognize like violet grass, horsetails, but others are completely new, wow u gotta wander around Liyue after u find somewhere to sleep tonight to check out how much more fleshed out it is irl...)

The little cryo user is the picture perfect image of sweetness 💝✨️

The paper falls to the side, and both of her gentle pink eyes look up at you (💔)

Qiqi answers slowly, "...I messed up my routine, I forgot to get herbs this morning...so I couldn't make the medicine for today... I'm getting them now instead.."

She turns to the right, then left, and blinks a few times (💔💔💔)

She kinda looks like she forgot the way back,, you figure you might as well ask

"Do you want help getting back to town? The pharmacy right?"

Qiqi looks back at you, and nods, "Okay...thank you..."

And

And!!

She takes YOUR HANNNDDDD 😫😫😫💔💔💔

Her small fingers are cold, and they wrap around only two of your fingers

SOBBING

Trying to hold the squeal inside urself, you turn and begin to walk off together, following the path around Mt. Tianheng into town

♤

HELL YEAH QIQI TIME LETS GOOO

After hearing about your homeless situation, Qiqi and Baizhu offer the guest room for the night, also partially as a thank you for helping Qiqi (thank fuck theyre that nice)

After talking on the way over,

Turns out that Baizhu lives just out of town of Liyue, (not found in the game, was is it with not showing characters houses...) that way he has some greenery around his house, and has a garden out back :D 🌱

Baizhu just gets this strange familiar feeling from you (it almost reminds him of,, seeing a regular customer that has been to see him hundreds of times...) that convinces him to offer you a job at the pharmacy, in exchange for living in the guest room for awhile ! ! WOO

MISSION 1:

FIND SOMEWHERE TO SLEEP + GET A JOB, COMPLETED

♧

Now MISSION 2:

GET MONEY, GET FOOD, SCOLD BAIZHU, LOVE QIQI

Literally on the first day out ur like,, Baizhu.

My boss, my friend, my buddy, my homie, my guyyyyy

U gotta let me go with Qiqi from now on, she will literally get lost hoe. 😐

Tapping ur foot at him and everything,

He's a little intimidated tbh bc ur so upfront about it, and agrees

U lowkey shame his parenting (and he actually feels quilty wow)

WITHIN THE FIRST COUPLE DAYS SHE ALSO SAID THIS!!

"Since we first met, I have had a warm feeling inside. Not the kind of warmth that makes me feel rotten. The other kind of warm. The one that happens inside my heart. Thank you. I am happy. Sadly I only recognize the current you. If I forget you... No. I will order myself to remember you."

AHHHHHHHH PERFECT CHILD <333

(Once again, if u read my Razor post, another person who can't quite articulate what you are as the Creator, but just has a feeling about you that ur cozy and safe :')

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SO QIQI CANONICALLY HAS A NOTEBOOK ALREADY!!

(U help her press flowers in it to both leave inside as a pleasent surprise when she forgets about them, and attach some to the front 💖)

And SHE HAS A SCHEDULE.

In the morning, she goes herb picking, then makes medicine, and then does stretches at the end of the day before bed

(At least im pretty sure thats it, it was like 3 things so she could remember easily)

ON LIKE,, THE FIRST FEW DAYS WITH HER, SHE STARTS TO FOLLOW U AROUND MORE AND MORE LIKE A LITTLE DUCKLING

And she even says "...I started memory training exercises recently. So don't worry, I won't forget who you are." 🥲💘

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Qiqi seemed excited to tell u all the plants u dont recognize and what they do in medicine,

U mostly think that bc she walked and talked a little faster,

her emotions arent super obvious bc apparently her facial muscles arent super flexible... :/

(she later on after she trusts you more, will sometimes let u rub her little cheeks and massage her face to let her have more range, she looks like a content kitten those times 😭😭)

But when ur not out and about Liyue's nature with Qiqi,

U do little odd jobs around Liyue, like dog walking, delivering peoples' medicine, and u even registered w/the Adventurer's Guild so u could take on small commissions :D

U used ur money to buy ingredients to cook food for urself and the household (bc Baizhu cant make anything besides soup and tea apparantly srsly how is this man alive)

And thru a series of trial and error (and consulting Xiangling..)

U made coconut milk!!! ✨️🥥🥛

Qiqi loved. It. Every. Time.

She's not tall enough to reach the kitchen counters w/o a stool, but she can peek her little head over it and put her fingers on the edge, which she does everytime u make it 😫😫🥺🥺

She has a 6th sense for everytime u make it, no matter where she is in the house/nearby lol

It was also one of the things she wrote down in her notebook that she didnt wanna forget LMAO

Next to a reminder that she knows you + other facts abt u, is "can make coconut milk"

You can bribe her with it too lol

QIQI BEST KITCHEN HELPER

Shes already Baizhu's assistant, so she is great at cutting, chopping, and prepping ingredients

She insists on helping u everytime, she'll even delay her morning routine for u to make breakfast <3

(U also make sure to remind her to eat and hydrate consistently, bc thatd be hard af to keep track of w/ memory issues, i would know 💀)

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U also used ur money to buy clothes for urself and her!! <3

Also apparently u still have access to the character menu? And ur inventory?? And quests???

U CAN UPGRADE QIQI

(YESS YESSS- MAKE HER THE STRONGEST CHILD IN THE WORLD, GODLIKE STRENGTH THE IMMORTAL UNDYING QIQI AGENDA HAHAHAHA)

(Her outfits show up in her outfit screen!! theres just kinda a hologram button hovering over her chest at all times..)

She seems rlly fond of upgrading her, her weapon, and artifacts bc she likes to be a stronk 💪girl to protect ppl she loves aw <3

(SHE SAID SHE WAS HAPPY TO BE ABLE TO PROTECT U BETTER THE FIRST TIME U ASCENDED HERRRR 😭💘

She also likes to help u out with commissions too, it brings her some variety in her day that shes become fond of!!

(Shes also become fond of you and all the exciting things ur doing)

AND

Ur quests menu is rlly helpful for you but also her!! U just gently reroute her or remind her everytime she needs it :)

(she has slowly gone from asking you what she forgot/what she was supposed to be doing, to just... LOOKING UP AT YOUUUUU FOR THE ANSWERRRR W/O SAYING ANYTHINGGGGG 💔💔💔💔💔💔)

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Bc u got jackshit all else to do in ur freetime, other than exploring, u started picking up some hobbies thatll benefit the both of you!

U bought some fabric and whatnot to make Qiqi a backpack!! So she doesnt have to carry around the herb basket anymore

(the ones being sold were too expensive, and werent quite right for her anyway, but u did stab urself enough times that Baizhu gave u bandages..)

You give it to her on her birthday!! (she also remembered yours!! She gave u herbal medicine and a necklace of gemstones she handmade like noctilous jade and cor lapis cries)

It has lots of pockets, bc Qiqi also likes to get interesting rocks or non-medicinal flowers to give you while yall are outside <3

She loves the backpack, u saw her make the

♡tiniest♡

Smile ever, which made it even cuter to see

(She also just, held it to her chest the whole day 😭)

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ALSO BC SHE STRIKES ME AS A SLOW BURN TYPE OF PERSON TO LOVE SOMEONE (idk if u get that feeling but thats what it seems like to me esp with her memory needing time to remember a new person, she apparently canonically cant always remember Baizhu's face??)

SO A RANDOM DAY AFTER ABOUT A MONTH AND A HALF, YALL WERE ABOUT TO GO HERB PICKING AGAIN AS USUAL,

WHEN SHE TOOK UR SLEEVE AND JUST,, STAYED THERE THE WHOLE TIME,,

EVEN WHEN SHE WAS HERB PICKING-

🫂🫂🫂

Was that your soul leaving your body? Maybe 🤷‍♂️

But when yall r in a crowd of Liyueans and tourists, she straight up latches onto ur hand like a vice grip

She WILL NOT lose you, and ur holding back just as hard, you WILL NOT lose ur amnesiac child!!!

She likes to come into town with u when u go bc while shes not a fan of crowds, she can deal with them a lot better when ur there 🥺

Plus she wants to be able to look out for you!!

SUCH A SWEETHEARTTT

When u asked why she didnt like crowds the first time yall went SHE SAID

"Some people want to take advantage of me. Others are terrified of me. But you... You are not like any of those people."

QIIIIQQQIIIIIII MY BELOVEDDDD CHILDDDD 🥲🥲🥲😭😭😭😭

(ALL OF THESE ARE CANON VOICELINES BTW EXCEPT FOR YALLS FIRST MEETING AT THE TOP!!!)

♡

Ok so she was already pretty strong before you, but now esp since u started upgrading her-

Qiqi is hella strong and has great stamina

U saw this in action in real time when Hu Tao was strolling down the path near where yall were herb picking off to the side

Hu Tao and Qiqi like... locked eyes-

U were looking down at plants but noticed Qiqi not moving, and looked up to see the most intense staring contest ever LMAO

AND LIKE SOME KIND OF LIKE BIRD OR SQURRIEL WHEN THEY LIKE FREEZE AND THEN BOLT WHEN U ARENT EXPECTING IT THEY ARE OFF LMFAO

QIQI IS RUNNING FOR THE HILLS, ITS LITERALLY INSANE TO WATCH HER BE SO FAST AHSHAKKALDFH

HU TAO IS ALSO FAST BUT LIKE THERES STILL A GOOD AMOUNT OF DISTANCE BETWEEN THEM-

AS U FINALLY GET OVER THE SHOCK, U RUN AFTER THEM LOL

THEY QUICKLY OUT PACE UR SLOW ASS AND UR HUNCHED OVER DYING AND JUST BEFORE THEY GET OUT OF RANGE U HEAR-

"YOU HAVE TO LET ME PUT YOU TO REST, DON'T WORRY YOU'LL LIKE IT DOWN THERE THE DIRT IS NICE AND COLD!!"

AND AN INDIGNANT "No!"

LMAO HU TAO GIVES UP 2 HOURS LATER, AND QIQI WAS LITERALLY RUNNING AND CLIMBING THE WHOLE TIME LMFAO

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SO IDK IF YALL SEEN IT BUT THERES A TRAILER OUT ABOUT XIAO i think??

AND AT ONE POINT QIQI CANONICALLY SAYS SHE CARRIED HIM WHEN HE WAS PASSED OUT BACK TO THE PHARMACY 💀

U WERE THERE WHEN YALL FOUND XIAO

it was kinda shocking to finally have ran into him (bc u figured there was no way he would come down to see some rando human, even if u had almond tofu)

AND HE'S PASSED OUT??!!?!?!

Top ten most disturbing images: Xiao face first on the ground, out of it

And while ur like panicking "omfg how tf am i gonna carry this mf all the way back to the pharmacy, omg what happened, oh jesus this is insane its literally XIAO and he's PASSED OUT-"

Qiqi in the background like, "hup"

And just arranges him in a piggyback carry, his legs and arms sticking straight out in front of her, his ass almost touching the GROUNNNDDD😭😭😭

You: *shocked pikachu face meme LMAOOO

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I LOVE THAT THIS IS CANON OHMYGODTHIS MIGHT BETHE FUNNIEST SHIT OUT OF GENSHIN LORE/STORY YET

♤

Bonus: Zhongli has been going in-fucking-sane trying to locate where u are lol, Hu Tao literally made him take a few days off bc he was pacing around the harbor so much 😭

He always seems to get to where you are, just as you leave the area (apparently Qiqi's deathlike presence throws off ur very full of life one)

Literally as soon as you landed (woke up?) On Liyue soil, he was hyper aware of you

The other adepti are searching the rest of Liyue just in case ur someone where else

Lol wonder how long it took him to realize u were just workin at Bubu Pharmacy LMAO

Tell me what to write! :) ♡

Reminder: A 100+ Followers celebration POLL!!

HOLY FUCK!!

OML

OMFG

SATAN ON A STICK-

THIS IS SO LONG 😭????? WHAT HAPPENED

THIS THING AS LONG AS A FALL INTO THE ABYSS

HELL-

WHAT THE FUCK

WELL NOW I KNOW WHY IT TOOK ME SO DAMN LONG TO POST ANYTHING FOR A FEW DAYS BC THIS IS A FREAK OF NATURE

I ALREADY MADE THE LAST ONE TOO LONG AND NOW HERE WE ARE CRYING

I hope u enjoyed this fucking monster anon sob-

oh my god im actually shocked you guys, i just scrolled up and down this thing-

I can't even like, flick it once and let it scroll really fast and reach the top u know what i mean?? 😟😰🙂🙃🥲

I just,, i had so many ideas, and as i typed and tried to get them all down i-

uh,, aNyWaY,,, enjoy yalls week guys...😟😃 distantsobbing

Cheers,

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eliias-bouchard · 1 year

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currently i am in a very taz mood i suppose and im thinking about the ipre members naming their relics

taako, lup and barry all have relatively fancy names (the Philosophers Stone, the Phoenixfire Gauntlet, and the Animus Bell); magnus and merle both go for a little bit of embellishment but pretty much state it plainly (the Temporal Chalice and the Gaia Sash); and there is no embellishment when it comes to davenport and lucretias relics (the Oculus and the Bulwark Staff. like yeah, it sure is.)

do you think lucretia thinks about it? taako names his relic after a legend, of an incredibly powerful wizard. it is not easy to be a wizard. being a wizard is strict schools, is difficult work, is clawing your way to the top. taako and lup can hardly beg for enough scraps to fight over for dinner most days. no wizard worth their salt is going to give up their books to some random street kids, and even if they do, only lup knows how to read, between them. it's a lot of sneaking in and out and pestering and bothering and reading under the hazy light of candles they're not really supposed to have lit. it is years of extreme study of stolen books, years of exhaustive spell practise until taako's got dark spots in his vision and is still saying 'just one more try', years of clawing their way to the top. taako is one of the strongest wizards lucretia has ever known.

lup's relic is no question, of course; she has always loved fire, but barrys, on the other hand, well. barry is a man of science, of study, of experiments. barry is a human man. barry is a human man who is in love with an elf. the word animus does not imply death, but life. re-animation, and that's not really what's happening. barry's a lich, now, which makes him a prime target for lousy adventurers looking for easy money. he needs some way to keep himself alive. he needs some way to have hands, eyes, lips, some way to hold lup, some way to look at her, some way to smile at the way her voice goes all croaky in the early mornings. the animus bell, in barry's mind, is not a tool of death, but of renewed life. it was never intended for anyone who wasn't used to being remade.

when it comes to magnus, it's different. divination; magnus has no magical experience. he is a woodworker, a fighter, he's strong in everything he does, from lifting logs to loving others.

when lucretia thinks about the temporal chalice, she thinks about the cycles one, or most, of them died early. she thinks about that dreaded cycle, the entire year alone. she thinks about magnus' deep, powerful drive to protect. she remembers a study, from one cycle, that stated In the absence of higher knowledge, most or all sapient, rational beings will believe that other sapient, rational beings are extremely similar to them. she thinks about the temporal chalice, and magnus' drive to protect. how they never know what they're getting. the relief on his face, mixed with the worry, when lucretia collapsed against the edge of the starblaster, after her year alone.

ultimately the temporal chalice was used for its goal; to protect. just not in the way any of them had ever intended.

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ace-bi-says-hi · 8 months

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Predators and Prey

Summary:

When nightmares of your past tormentors keep you both awake, Astarion makes a very appealing offer. Revenge.

"You're not a smart man, are you? You should be begging for mercy. For a quick death. Did you hope to provoke us into gutting you?" He grabbed your father by the hair, tilting his head painfully, "Maybe you hoped I'd rip your throat out. Unfortunately for you, I have standards."

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Horror??? I guess???

Pairing: Spawn!Astarion x GN!Tav (also not specified race)

Warnings: Swearing, blood, gore, graphic torture, talk of past child abuse, allusion to attempted incest. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THESE SUBJECTS HAVE THE POTENTIAL TO TRIGGER YOU. Also please let me know if I have missed anything, I am only human.

Word Count: 3315

There were some days where Astarion couldn't rest, where the memories of Cazador still tormented his dreams. Where peace wouldn't find him in meditation. On those days, he watched you slumber. Despite not having his affliction, you had altered your sleeping habits so you could spend the nights together since he could not stand the sun any longer.

It seemed to be a restless night for you too as he watched you toss and turn. There was the odd whimper or sob here and there, sounds he knew too well. Those were the sounds of someone who had been on the receiving end of purposeful violence. His brows drew together in concern. He had his suspicions of course, you had your own scars but so old and faint no mortal eye could perceive them, like the one that stretched across your palm diagonally. It would've been discourteous of him to let your nightmares keep their grip on you.

He placed a hand on your shoulder and shook you softly, "Wake up, love. Whatever it is, it can't hurt you now."

You woke with a start, breathing laboured as you flinched away from the gentle hand. You visibly grimaced when you saw those damned puppy dog eyes of his. You knew you had some explaining to do. You sat up on your shared bed, staring down at your shaky hands resting in your lap.

"I'm sorry, I must have disturbed your beauty sleep." You were trying to deflect.

But he wasn't having that, "Don't be ridiculous. I couldn't sleep anyway... I..." He paused considering his words carefully, "You know I won't pressure you into telling me what's troubling you. I can wait for you to tell me in your own time. After all, I have all the time in the world. Its just... I feel you've done so much to understand and help those around you but I... don't really know about your life before saving the world and all that. If this is something I can help you with darling, I'm all pointy ears for you."

You couldn't help but chuckle at that last bit. He always knew how to make you smile. You twiddled your thumbs as you considered telling him, you may as well at this point yeah? Get it out in the open and off your chest.

"For you, it was Cazador the man who gave you unlife. For me," you took a steadying breath, "it was my own father. He was a cruel man. Unhappy with the hand life dealt him, he took it out on his family. I... lost count of the injuries I received from him. Lost a few memories too. But those I do remember... they still hurt from time to time. He... he broke my ribs once. I remember feeling them bend, hearing them crack and the wind escaping me as pain stabbed through me. My mother just stood on the sidelines and did nothing." You shuddered fighting back tears, "For the longest time I was afraid of people touching me. I would react with violence. Hit, punch, kick, bite. You name it and I probably did it. And his attacks weren't just physical, no, he knew how to play mind games too. One day he'd call me a mistake, that I was never meant to be born. Then the next... he would tell me no one would ever love me but him. Would convince me that everyone hated me. That I was the lowest of the low. I had no one to turn to. Absolutely no one. But one day, my mum finally got her arse in gear and chased him out with the help of my grandfather. She had noticed his attention towards me had started turning incestuous. " You spat out the word. "You'd think that would've rid me of him but no, until I ventured away from the town I was born in, that bastard would stalk me. Keeping up the fucking mind games. That... disgusting man was- is the reason I was so ready to help you be rid of Cazador. And why I understood when you said you wanted to be seen outside the terms of sex. You could say I was living vicariously through you."

Astarion had been silent throughout your story. You finally looked up from your hands to gauge his reaction. And my what a reaction. His face was a vision of murderous intent you had only seen a few times before in your time together. You were half worried that he might chip his fangs with how tightly his jaw was clenched. It almost felt like his eyes were burning into you.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, there just wasn't a good opportunity to with the end of the world-"

He held up a hand, "I don't want to hear apologies, not from you. Not unless you've stained my clothes or dropped another building on top of me. No." His voice became laced with a low growl, "What I want is a name and the town. What I want is to rip his guts out and choke him with them as you watch the life leave his eyes. Name it and I'll do it. It's the least I can do after you helped me." He paused, then laughed humorlessly as he seemed to realise something, "I'm glad we didn't meet sooner, love, really. If we had, you would've been my perfect victim thanks to that man."

He wasn't wrong there, all it would have taken was just the tracest amount of affection to have you wrapped around his finger. Unfortunately for you, that had happened just with someone else. But that could wait, you didn't want to bombard Astarion with your life's woes. You took a moment to consider his proposal. You had been patiently waiting for your father's death so you could dance on his grave. However, despite his lifestyle, death did not seem to be in a hurry to claim him and frankly you were tired of the paranoia his continued existence brought you.

"I don't even want to say his name. I can take you to his house though, lure him outside... I want to empty his veins so that we no longer share the same blood."

Astarion squinted at you, "I hope that's not the reason you've been letting me drink from you this entire time."

You hesitated, "To start with yes. I mean it was a good thing for both of us. You got your strength up and I got to feel less tainted. A win-win. And then I grew to truly care for you and your wellbeing so it became less about me and more about making sure you were happy."

Astarion looked skyward with a sigh of frustration, "You, my love, need to stop people pleasing. Don't force yourself to do something just because it'll make me happy."

"Tell that to the puppy dog eyes you give me whenever you ask. In all seriousness, I don't hate it. I'm not forcing myself. In fact I-" You cut yourself off as you began to flush.

Astarion raised a perfect brow and gave you that damned smirk of his, "Well maybe after we've dealt with your father, you'll let me indulge in you as a reward, Darling."

This man gave you emotional whiplash sometimes.

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It was a few nights' journey to get to your hometown, finding suitable places to sleep during the day when out in the wilderness hadn't helped either. But you made it. An odd feeling settled in your stomach when you stepped foot across the town boundaries, you hadn't been back in so long. It looked the same yet different in a way that was uncanny. Old haunts had disappeared to be replaced with unfamiliar store fronts. Though the necessities stayed the same like the messenger service.

You passed through streets guided by hazy memories with Astarion close to your side for now, a comforting presence. As every step took you closer, your heart crept further into your throat. Never had you thought you'd see your father again. Let alone willingly. You had not long realised you'd finally forgotten how his voice sounded and now it was about to be rebranded into your memory. As your destination grew closer, you gave Astarion a nod signalling to him to get into position.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, hand hovering, ready to knock. This was really about to happen. This was the first step of being free of him. You quickly shook out your limbs as if to shake away any doubts or hesitation that wished to settle. With renewed determination, your fist rattled off an old pattern of knocks you remembered your father having done when you were a child. You stepped back as you heard movement inside the abode. And you took another step back as the man who haunted your sleep opened the door. He looked older now, much older. He had only just started greying when you were young, now most of his hair had turned that colour. His face now had deep set wrinkles, time had not been kind to him. And even from where you stood, you could smell the smoke of tobacco that clung to him heavily even when you were a child.

"Well well well, what brings you here? I thought I remember you telling me you would have no more contact with me. Let me guess, you've fallen on hard times? Failed at something as simple as earning a basic income? Not lived up to your own illusions of grandeur? Which is it?" He sneered.

You had not missed how he belittled you, thought you incapable of anything. You steadied yourself, mentally preparing the lie you concocted to draw him out.

"No, nothing of the sort. In fact, I've done quite well for myself. I've settled down. Started a family." You purposely let the statement hang in the air.

He crossed his arms, "So you've come to declare that you'll be a better parent than I ever was."

If you had actually started a family, maybe you would have done this. Rubbed your happiness in his face. But alas, you had fallen for a member of the undead. Children weren't really on the cards for you.

"No, not at all... We're staying at a local tavern as I've come to visit all the family. I thought it would be cruel to deprave my child of their grandfather. Mum returned home not long ago so now it's your turn to meet my firstborn."

You watched his face morph from confusion to his typical smug grin, "I knew you'd see sense some day. I made you after all. Well go on, lead the way."

It went against your instincts to turn your back to him, but you knew Astarion would act quicker than your father ever could. In fact, he must have only just stepped out of his door when you heard his surprised yell. You turned back towards him. Astarion had him pinned to the ground, one hand covering your father's mouth, the other holding a familiar dagger to his throat.

"Not one sound. It'd be a shame to kill you before we have our fun. Nod if you understand." The ageing man nodded frantically. "Good. Well goodnight for now."

With that Astarion struck him with the pommel of his dagger.

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Astarion insisted you save your energy with the night's main event, so he did most of the heavy lifting. That didn't mean he didn't complain as he hoisted the unconscious man up by his ankles in the cave you had found. He wasn't complaining about you but to you.

"If there's one thing I can assure you of right now Darling, it's that his blood smells foul. Nothing like your lovely bouquet." He scrunched up his nose. "He's rotten inside in more ways than one. I'd say he'd have one foot in the grave the year after next."

That did bring you some sense of relief oddly. You concentrated on sorting through the equipment you bought with you. It was time to wake him up. Astarion grabbed a bucket of water and tossed its contents onto the upside down hanging man. He woke with a gasp and looked around. His eyes landed on you, where you were still calmly organising your tools.

"What the fuck is going on?! Let me do-"

"Do you know how many times I've pictured this moment? Mum used to ask what I would do to you if I ever had the opportunity and I had so many ideas over the years. So so many. Burning you alive. Drowning you by filling your lungs with water. Slitting your throat. All too quick when I truly thought about it. But here's the thing... my siblings and I workshopped ideas for the slowest death we could give you."

If his blood wasn't pooling in his skull your father surely would've turned paler than Astarion.

Said vampire watched with an amused grin, approval in his eyes, "My my. I didn't know you had such a sadistic side, love."

"My favourite was my brother's idea to butcher you like the animal you are. So first, I think I'll have you tenderised to make it a little easier for me."

Astarion approached your father, adjusting his gloves before delivering a swift strike to his stomach. The sound of the impact, your father's pained cry and Astarion's satisfied smirk let you know that the vampire wasn't going to hold back.

"Should I break his ribs? I think he should know how you felt."

You took a moment to consider it, "Sure. Just don't go overboard, don't want him dying before I even get to start."

Another blow, this time a kick, was made to his chest. The cracking echoed throughout the cave and your father gasped for air, winded. You shuddered as the memories of your own injury resurfaced and a twinge shot though you. Astarion stepped back, letting the pain sink in. His hair had gotten a little unruly so he pushed it back. He was enjoying this. Maybe this was his time to live vicariously through you, after all, Cazador's demise had been quick in comparison. And then he was going back in, landing hit after hit on the defenceless man. You'd let him have his fun.

You turned your attention to the fire you had set up, you were deep enough into the cave that the moonlight didn't reach you. You crouched down, chucking more wood on it before checking on the dagger you had lodged in it to heat up. It wouldn't do if your father bled to death before you could finish. This was the main task you had given Astarion, cauterising the wounds you would inflict. The blade was a brilliant orange, it was ready.

Astarion stopped, satisfied, "There you go love. All softened up for you."

Your father spat blood at Astarion's boots, "Of course that child would fall for a vampire," he laughed dryly followed immediately by a groan of pain, "they're nothing but a parasitic leech anyway. What else could possibly love them?"

You grabbed the boning knife from your selection, ready to begin. You'd had enough. However, Astarion had never taken kindly to those who name called you, like when Cazador called you cattle and it sent him into a frenzy. Astarion growled and crouched low so he was eye level with your father.

"You're not a smart man are you? You should be begging for mercy. For a quick death. Did you hope to provoke us into gutting you?" He grabbed your father by the hair, tilting his head painfully, "Maybe you hoped I'd rip your throat out. Unfortunately for you, I have standards. However, you don't need both eyes to witness your last moments do you? We just need you to have at least one."

Astarion jammed a thumb into one of your father's eyes. Your father wailed in agony and you knew his eyeball popping, its jelly dripping out of the socket mixed with blood, would be seared into your memory. Astarion stood back up, casually wiping his hand on your father as he did so.

"I'm ready when you are, love. I'm tired of this pig's prattle."

You cut open your father's shirt, "My earliest memory is of your cruelty. I've been told that's it's a miracle that I didn't turn out like you as you treated me like how your father treated you. And that's because I've lived to spite you. I have tried so hard to fix the damage you left in your wake. I've built a life away from you where I am loved and cared for. I am heralded as a hero yet you haunt me still."

You walked behind him and cut the obstructing material away. You slowly sunk your knife into his shoulder blade, only stopping when you met bone. And with little sawing motions you began to separate flesh from bone. Blood welled up out the incision and painted his back. Part of you wanted to gag as you cut away, you had always been a little squeamish. With a quick flick, you pulled your knife free, along with a small chuck of skin and muscle. Astarion was there immediately with the heated blade, staunching the blood flow. The smell of burning meat assaulted your nose. Sweat beaded in your hair line as a wave of nausea hit you. This was going to be a long night but you swore to yourself you wouldn't stop.

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As you continued there were times where you had to rush away to empty your stomach. In those moments, Astarion would stroke your back while whispering words of encouragement and comfort. He even offered to take over if you needed a break but you declined. You would see this through.

You had managed to cut away as much as you could without hitting anywhere vital and your father now resembled the inverse of a pig prepped for butchering. His stomach and head was left intact (save his tongue) while everywhere else had been peeled away messily. Little muscle clung to his bone now. Your stash of Lesser Restoration scrolls came in quite useful as your father lost consciousness many times throughout the night. But his time was coming to an end. You had split so much of his blood and dawn was fast approaching. And so you sat in front of him, staring into his remaining eye.

"I have always cursed that your blood runs through my veins. I have always cursed that I inherited any of your appearance. But today I will remedy both. We no longer look remotely alike. And now... I just need to make this blood my own."

Your father just regarded you lifeless, as you lent forward and finally slit his throat.

Astarion placed a gentle gloveless hand on your shoulder, "Let's go home, treasure, you need to rest."

You got to your feet but your knees were weak, you collapsed into his arms, "I'm so tired. So... empty. This is how you felt, isn't it? I... yeah let's go."

He ran his fingers through your hair and placed a soft kiss to your forehead, "The past is dead now, and from that, you can strive to fill your future with life. The emptiness shall pass." He draped one of your arms aroundnhis shoulders and helped you to stumble your way out of the cave's depths. The last of the moon's light felt like a blessing after the hours spent by firelight. "And love, trust me when I say his blood was never yours, if it was I would have never given you a little nibble."

You huffed out a laugh and finally, a small smile graced your lips.

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naavispider · 1 year

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Hope this isn’t too random, but a super fluffy idea popped into my head recently and I thought you’d like it:

Remember how in “If you playin me”, Spider likes to play old music on his Ukulele? (or was it a guitar?)

What if he started playing a song that he only knows the notes for, but it happens to be one of Quaritch’s favorite songs, so he starts humming, then hesitantly signing the lyrics, all while Spider can’t believe his ears.

I thought of this while hearing the song “I Walk the Line”, since it gave me Quaritch vibes, but there are a lot of songs that could work.

Anyways, sorry again if this is random, but your fics literally live rent free in my head!

Hey! I am so sorry it's taken me so long to reply! You're right it was a ukulele! 💞 I'd not listened to this song before, but now I have and I love it!

Spider strummed the first chord experimentally, listening to the sound thoughtfully before figuring out a strumming pattern that fit. He had a song in mind, but he hadn't played it in years. He could barely remember the words, but the plucking pattern was so distinctive that once the melody had reoccurred in his mind, he couldn't get it out of his head. He experimented plucking until he found the right sound, and began to hum the tune softly.

He was in a secluded spot near the clearing, passing the time while the rest of the squad cooked the yerik that they'd caught earlier that day. He wasn't supposed to go beyond the treeline, but Spider figured Quaritch wouldn't be too pressed that he'd strayed a little further than normal. He just wanted some privacy.

So it was with a gasp that he spun around at the sound of Quaritch's voice behind him. Immediately he stopped playing, begging his human skin not to flush with embarassment. He hated being snuck up upon.

"Why d'you stop?" Quaritch chuckled softly, eyeing him with what Spider assumed was a patronising glance.

Spider huffed. "Some jackass interrupted me." He turned back around on his fallen tree trunk, showing the Colonel his back and hoping he'd take the hint.

He waited, expecting Quaritch to make a snarky retort and head back to the fire, but there was no sound of movement. Annoyed, he turned back around. "What?"

Quaritch had taken a seat on a different log, with an expectant look on his face. "I'm waiting for you to continue," he said.

Spider laughed sarcastically. "Yeah. Okay. Wait all night then."

"Did you forget the words?" Quaritch asked.

Spider was so disarmed by the question, it took him a moment to form a response. "What? No." What was the guy's problem? Spider just wanted to be left alone.

What happened next was so unexpected that Spider didn't quite know how to feel about it. Quaritch spoke the words that Spider had been searching for ever since the damn melody swam its way back from his memory.

"I keep a close watch on this heart of mine, I keep my eyes wide open all the time I keep the ends out for the tie that binds Because you're mine, I walk the line..."

Spider was shocked. "How do you know that?"

Quaritch laughed. "Am I not allowed to enjoy music? Johnny Cash was a great artist."

Spider threw him a look of utter annoyance. He'd always liked this song. He wasn't sure when he first heard it, but it was wayyy back in his childhood. The fact that Quaritch also liked it? That wasn't fair.

He sniffed. "It's pretty boring, actually."

"Is that why you've been trying to play it for the past hour?"

Spider sighed, bringing a hand up to run it through his hair. The man was too much. "Will you leave me alone or not?" The sounds of the recoms chatting shit around the fire and laughing at Mansk's new roasting suggestions beckoned them both to return.

"Sure, kid," Quaritch rumbled, though not before pausing for a moment to ruffle Spider's hair, successfully displacing the locs he'd just tried to smooth down.

Spider let his scowl reply for him, biting back a retort as Quaritch left him to it, traipsing back through the undergrowth to the centre of camp. He waited until he was definitely back out of earshot before returning to the ukulele.

"I keep a close watch on this heart of mine..."

#miles spider socorro #recom quaritch #avatar the way of water #sorry if you saw this before I finished it #i accidentally pressed post too soon #like a clown #anyways #if you saw that no you didn't #avatar 2 #atwow #colonel quaritch #oneshot #my stuff #avatar fanfic #miles quaritch #awow

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the-slasher-madame · 2 years

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If you're still doing requests: What if the slashers had a S/O who could control animals? (Straight up, this mf could make a group of rats conga line with a few hand movements, lol) Bonus points: Maybe this ability was the reason the slashers didn't kill them initially? (I love your headcanons so far, btw! Especially the geese one, lol I hope you have a lovely day/night!)

HEEHEHEHEHEHEHE I LOVE IT!!!!! Animals r so cool lol. I'm remember Ratcatcher II from The Suicide Squad and I am loving it. For some reason I'm reminded of a story where this one girl did like freeform taxidermy?? Only tenuously connected, but hey my brain is missing a few washers. I'm glad you like the geese!!!! I love geese so, so much. I see them at school and its all heart eyes.

CWs: mentions of violence (it's slashers y'all, they go stab and we go "yes king <3", cursing (think y'all are used to that by now lol), let me know if I missed anything!!!

Vincent Sinclair: I genuinely think this boy is very soft. I firmly believe he loves animals and the soft side of life, so he would love that you have such a connection with animals. I think he'd worry about if the animals are ok when all this happens, but he thinks its so cool. I think he'd beg you to bring animals around so he could pet them and sketch them with a proper model.

I think, in Ambrose, the most likely animals on hand would be squirrels, rabbits, and snakes, none of which he's noticed behave the way they do when you're summoning them for protection. You just make a solid line of defense, and he knows better than to fuck with snakes, so he just stops and waits for Bo. Bo is terrified and probably thinks you're Satan, but Vinny is gonna be absolutely fascinated. He begs Bo to keep you around, and Bo was a little too scared to deny it. Would make sure to get you anything you need if it tires you out and would have food and water on hand for the animals. Jonesy is off-limits, unless she's run off and they can't find her (I feel like you can kinda sense the animals around you??).

Bo Sinclair: I just have a gut feeling that this boy is terrified of supernatural shit, at least if you use that supernatural shit against him lol. He loves asking you to do stuff like this as a party trick. Wants to use you to help when hunting (animals), but would also test to see if you can control humans. I think also in softer moments he would love interacting with animals he usually doesn't get to see up close. And, if he pisses you off, I think you could use the woodland critters to your advantage. . . thefUCK DID THESE SQUIRRELS COME FROM--

Would feel the same way about you controlling Jonesy, using it only if she's lost and possibly in danger (but he's also the type to say "she can handle herself" so he'd wait a little bit). Did not appreciate being attacked by the small creatures when he tried to catch you, but he had his shotgun and you cared for the animals and were getting tired. It was quite the stalemate, and quite the compromise. Would every once in a while ask you to bring animals around for Lester to play with, or for Vinny to use as models, or even for Jonesy to play with. He's a family man, what can I say

Michael Myers (RZ): as per usual, stoic and seems uncaring. He isn't the most gentle person ever (he was raised in an asylum by a fucked up doctor-I'll talk about him later, but he's gonna handle animals like a small child). Rough but trying his best, doesn't mean to hurt them. I think using animals would be a good therapy technique, give him something to learn how to be soft with. Starts to love when you bring animals around, and learns to be gentle. Back to the beginning though: like a cat, rather predictably. Sometimes glares at the animals, especially if they decide he is the new mama. I think he would hiss, but he doesn't talk so he just glowers until the animal wonders away (but their insistence starts to warm his heart).

I think birds would be what save you from Mikey. He's marching after you in the dark nature-y parts of Haddonfield, and you summon birds to swarm him. I don't think he'd really react much to the pecking and scratching, might be more sensitive to the noise, but is overall just curious. Like "well this is new." (I think creativity and novelty is like the key way to get him to spare you). He likes to study, and would absolutely observe your power. Y'all stare at each other while you catch your breathe and the birds swarm the Boogeyman, and eventually he turns and walks off. You start catching sight of him following you, eventually, but he never made a move to harm you so you let it be. Eventually becomes very soft with the animals and loves feeling how soft they are, feeling their warmth and feeling them breathe while they lay next to you on his chest.

Thomas Hewitt: I’m sorry y’all, I’m just convinced that this family is terrified of the supernatural. With every superpower, Thomas is a little freaked, Luda Mae is looking for holy water, Hoyt is convinced the devil has finally come for him (he should be worried more about me), and Monty is laughing at Hoyt. However, I think this power would be one that wouldn’t freak them out as much. Like gee animals?? Hoyt and Monty particularly are gonna think you’re harmless, and Luda is going to be a little hesitant around you but overall think you won’t hurt anyone, and Thomas is gonna be so soft. He thinks it’s the cutest thing ever. Like awwww you’re animal themed 🥺🥺 They’d definitely make you take care of rats and maybe get the animals (if they have any on their farm??) to come to slaughter easier. Thomas wouldn’t like that idea, he wants to keep you protected from all the violent shit, and Hoyt would be pissed if you refused. Will start being an ass and Thomas starts to glare at him... and you call on the rabbits and birds. Hoyt never yells at you again. Ever.

I think more small woodland critters would be the most readily accessible. Rabbits, squirrels, birds (can y’all tell I like birds yet lol?). Rats, you’re going to find rats in the basement ad get them to chew through your bindings. When Tommy comes back and finds you free, terrified, and surrounded by rats, he’s going to go get the rest of the family and let you live. I another one that loves loves loves getting to interact with animals up close. Loves petting rabbit (I also love rabbits). Loves the birds landing on his finger like a Disney princess. Feels bad when he has to butcher pigs, and keeps you away from the family cannibal business at all costs. Understands that you’re connected to animals and doubts its any easier when its you know...humans. Mesmerized by you, your powers, and your looks

Brahms Heelshire: he’s a bit conflicted. One one hand, this boy was undoubtably a bookworm, I mean what else could he do while being exiled to the walls?? Anyways, he feels like you’re a character from his childhood books and it makes him love you even more, already associating you with pleasant memories. On the other hand, what the fuck people aren’t supposed to do that????? I think he learns about your power while he’s still in the walls, and he gets over it pretty quickly seeing how careful you are with the doll and other critters you find around the mansion. You refuse to use the rat traps and at first he’s a little annoyed, but then he sees your power and starts to understand why. I think when y’all finally do meet, he’s trying to be as non-threatening as possible and you have gathered an army of rats. He doesn’t move toward you, just starts talking softly and trying to explain who he is. You’d eventually have to ask him to repeat it all cause you were busy trying to not have a heart attack and a stroke at once. Y’all manage to come to an understanding.

While out of the walls, he will pester you with as many questions as he can get out of his mouth. He’s a curious boy, what can I say? I think, like Mikey, he would be a little rough on the animals first before learning to properly handle them. For the love of every god, please use the animals like therapy animals. He can play and pet with them while also learning to confront the trauma of his bullshit parents. I think he would really like rabbits, cause he has the childlike center, and could learn to be decently ok with the rats but I don’t think he will touch them. When deer wander through, he gets super excited. I think he would warm up to a cat or a dog in the house. WAIT NO HE’D MAKE A DOLL OF THE PET TO MATCH HIS DOLL AWWWWWWW!!! Would also probably make woodland dolls. He’d be happy that his doll isn’t lonely anymore :D

Alright, I’ve got the first 5. Let me know if y’all want more!!! I love fluff like this its so cuteeee And n case it wasn’t obvious, I really like birds and rabbits (my favorite plushies are rabbis :3). I can’t tell y’all how honored I feel to be getting requests and follows and just I’m soft 🥺. I’ve never been real popular or had like a solid community of my own so this is all really special to me, and I will be thanking y’all as often as possible <33333

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devildomwriter · 2 years

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Obey Me As Tumblr #16

Diavolo: If you were to vacuum up jello through a metal tube, well I think that’s be a neat noise

Mephistopheles: I beg to differ

Diavolo: Then beg

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Leviathan: Pulling out an earbud when someone enters the room is the 21st century’s ultimate sign of respect

Satan: #its the modern equivalent of taking off your hat

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Simeon: I will cast a spell to make you have a good day

Simeon: It is done

Raphael: Burn the witch

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Simeon: I like that at some point a human looked at a sheep and went ‘oh man that looks warm, I wish I was that warm’ and then stole its hair

Mammon: Wig snatched

Satan: Millennia of language interpretation have culminated into this

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Mammon: Kids are just like “ppptppptppthhptppthh” until one day they’re like “oh shit I can think” and then it’s all downhill from there

Satan: The greatest mistake anyone ever made was letting me develop sentience

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MC: Serotonin? In this economy?

Solomon: This is it, we’ve found the ultimate specimen of millennial humor

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Satan: How would you die in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory?

Belphegor: Bullet to the head

Mammon: By an Oompa Loompa or Mr. Wonka

Belphegor: Charlie

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Simeon:

My first attempt at creepy pasta (beginner here; go easy on me)

• Carpeted kitchen

Mammon: What the fuck

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Beelzebub: My DNA test results came back positive. I definitely have DNA.

Satan: Quit bragging

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Leviathan: Sometimes it’s annoying when your character can’t jump in a video game but how often do you jump in real life?

Satan: “Do you even remember the last time you jumped” is a question I never anticipated leaving me feeling so hollow and terrified.

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Satan: Kill yourself.

Lucifer: Kill me yourself you fucking pussy.

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Mephistopheles:

Should I be in bed? Yes

Am I? Hell no

Belphegor:

Should I bed in bed? No

Am I? Hell yes

Mammon: The only two moods

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Solomon: Sloths aren’t lazy; they’re just saving their energy. Today, that energy is released.

Mammon: This is singlehandedly the scariest fucking post on this hellsite what the fuck

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Mammon: Why can’t you hear a pterodactyl going to the bathroom

Mammon: Because the P is silent

Lucifer: No because it’s dead

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Leviathan: I JUST REALIZED WE DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT DINOSAURS SOUND LIKE! THEY COULDVE BEEN SPEAKING FLUENG GERMAN FOR ALL WE KNOW

Lucifer: it’s too early for this late night tumblr shit

Diavolo: GUTEN MORGEN HERR PTERODACTYL

Belphegor: Or they could go moo. Can you imagine it. A t-rex is running full speed towards you mooing

#obey me shall we date #obey me as tumblr #funny obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me simeon #obey me diavolo #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me solomon #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me raphael #obey me mephistopheles #obey me thirteen

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fecto-forgo · 6 days

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top five evil girls go

LETS GOOOO

5.sectonia

GOD I LOVE SECTONIA i always love evil royals n egotistical girls n the way shes both n w such a tragedy of the loss of herself by the mirrors corruption of her making her seek perfection until its all in her mind.shes such a dysmorphia creature to me.rip queen fly high

4.cyn

i think cyn is by default an extremely funny character regardless of how you interpret her but i think the interpretation shes still her own consciousness but completely fine w everything the solver does bc of the horrors humans did to drones is just so fun i ADORE characters who r getting oh so silly abt revenge.also her not giving the solver access to the murder drones was sweet.but this is abt girls being evil not girls being nice so lets also say the tessa skin suit was so fucked up n fun theres no reason shed need that.ik the probabilities of this take on her being canonized in the final episode r next to none but i got told i can do wtv i want forever.also i approve of the autistic coding w her i am always begging for more evil autistic ppl <3

3.zan

ok i get.like.rly embarrassed when talking abt her outside of dms bc she means a lot to me in a personal sense but i just love her.sm.shes not only a rly fun character w her little mean nicknames n just.her.wonderful personality in general.but shes.so tragic oh my god she makes me miserable.her adoration of hyness for saving her n likely giving her a reason to live even though he ultimately never prioritized her n couldnt even afford to just move around her when she lost in the ritual place n even after he sacrificed her n her sisters after whacking them around as weapons n shields she still loves him so dearly.she just makes me so sad she deserves sm better than all this man.

that being said im giving her third place bc while i love the little evil pose at introduction n the willingness for destruction n the enthusiasm for the end of times n paradise she doesnt rly have a steak of successes.sorry girl youre a winner in my heart you literally did your absolute best n deserved that being acknowledged.also i want to murder your father.

also everytime i think abt her calling francisca n flamberge "darling franny and berge" my teeth rot its TOO sweet i can feel the cavities forming from all this sugar

also also the second star allies novels depiction of her makes me even more miserable we can already draw the conclusion she defends hyness mistreating her by how she talks abt him yOU DONT HAVE TO BREAK MY HEART BY SHOWING IT!!! N AFTER MAKING HIM EVEN MORE EXPLICITLY WORSE TOO!!!

also also also ik in star allies the sisters n susie all have that little hair flip animation but for some reason her doing it while sitting by herself in team clash deluxe is so cute to me.aw look at her :) i love her man

2.susie

as stated w cyns entry i adore revenge centered characters n the amount of atrocities susie does for all that is soooo fun.shes such a fascinating character to me.she gets sent to a dimensional hell n comes back to find the person she held onto coming back to is now the worst man alive n doesnt remember her at all.ofc the girl ends up Like That n does atrocities for her own ultimate goal of teaching him a lesson she grew up in hell where would she have gotten morals or any care for others.also shes pink n funny.rly shes the best of all worlds i hope she mechanizes meta knight again she seemed to have had fun w that :3

Me 💖

bc im best girl...🩷

#ask #...oh goddd the zan section is so LONG nobody look at me #JUST REALIZED S.ECTONIAS SESSION IS SO TINY NOOO IM SORRY GIRL YOURE JUST V STRAIGHTFORWARD TO DESCRIBE

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snippychicke · 2 months

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Aftermath--Chapter One

Summary:

Raymond Chestnut gets a harsh surprise when he realizes the body in his living room isn't actually dead. Now he has a severely injured white man, who tried to kill him, to deal with. Thankfully he knows a friend who might be able to help.

Lorelei was used to people coming to her for medical attention. But when Raymond brings Otto to her home, nothing could prepare for how her life was about to change.

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Well, if you followed me like... 3-4 years ago, you may remember I was quite into the Swedes from The Umbrella Academy...

I never got over them to be honest.

So here we are, I am proving my screen name yet again with a rewrite of an old story! That I never finished! But hey, my writing skill have definitely improved.

For those unfamiliar, go watch season 2 of the Umbrella Academy. The blonde assassins? Those were the boys that inspired the rise of ol' Ikea Mafia Fam. As well as the following story in which a white woman born in the 80's tries to write the perspective of a poc woman in the 60s. (and prays she is not being offensive in any way and begs forgiveness if she is.)

Also:

Herb did not, in fact, take away the dead body of the Swede Assassin.

It was still laying in Raymond's living room, long after everyone else had disappeared in flashes of blue lights. Wrapped tightly in the rug his sister had gifted him and Allison on their wedding day.

Silent.

Foreboding.

Raymond watched the unmoving figure as he sipped at his scotch. There was no way in hell he could move it by himself. And who could he trust to ask for help to move it?

To move him, Raymond reminded himself harshly. It wasn't an it, it was a ‘him.’ That was a human body resting in his living room.

Who, admittedly, had tried to kill him and Allison. But still, Raymond could at least acknowledge him as a fellow human. After all, Raymond had tried so hard to be the respectful and peaceful man his grandmother raised him to be. Even when faced with the violence because of his involvement with the protests, or being unfairly treated time after time because of racism, he never raised so much as a hand to another human being.

He shouldn't try to deny another man his humanity, even if he was a dead would-be murderer.

But he was still stuck with a dead white man in his living room. It didn't matter that the man and his brother had forced their way into their home (his home, now that Allison was gone, but he didn't want to deal with that heartache on top of everything) with intent to kill both of them.

All the law would see was a white man dead in a colored man's house.

He would go to prison… No. He was going to be lynched for this. Old-fashioned hung from a tree for the whole city to see.

Raymond tipped the rest of the scotch back and poured another full glass as the liquid burned its way to his stomach. All of his work, gone. He had abandoned his education and teaching position so he could do his part for the Civil Rights movement. He had hoped he could do some good.

And instead, he had made things worse.

It was probably a good thing Allison had…left to be with her family. It was comforting to know she was safe and alive somewhere somewhen. A small, cold, comfort, but a comfort nonetheless.

His lips touched the glass for another swig when he heard it. A noise so soft and quiet he was sure he had imagined it. Still, it made him freeze, his body tense as he held his breath, eyes darting to the rug.

No. The man was dead. It had been hours since the attack. There was no way he could be somehow still alive.

Raymond shook his head, deciding it was probably just the house settling, and shot back the drink once more, feeling the burn in his throat match the burn of his eyes. His whole life had just ended. It wouldn't be long before he would join…

His somber thoughts were cut off by another sound, this one unmistakable.

A groan of pain.

Raymond startled and jumped to his feet, throwing his glass out of reflex towards the body, which grunted as the glass bounced off the rug and shattered on the floor. He grabbed a butterknife off the table and held it towards the body; the cutlery shaking in his hand as he stared at the body.

But there was only silence. For what felt like hours, Raymond stood frozen yet mentally daring it to do something. Anything. If it did, he would… he would…

The rug moved as another groan cut through the heavy silence. There was no doubting the haggard breathing and muffled moan of pain that quickly increased in both volume and frequency. Raymond cursed every foul word his grandmother would've washed his mouth out for and ran back to the kitchen to grab an actual knife. The long thick butcher’s knife his wife had used so skillfully once upon a time.

He pushed that thought away and stalked back to the living room, gripping the wooden handle tightly in his shaking hand. Raymond towered over the rug, knife poised to strike where he assumed the man’s chest was. He had to do something swift. Otherwise…

Otherwise what? He was already a deadman walking.

The knife clattered harmlessly to the floor as Raymond regained his senses. He was going to die either way, but wouldn't it be better to die innocent than guilty? Not just for his soul, but for the Civil Rights movement? His brother and sisters?

Raymond dropped to his knees and desperately undid the knots he and Allison had tied, allowing the rug to fall open. The man's face was no longer placid with death, but grimacing in pain, pale lips pursed as he sucked in haggard breaths. Blood was caked dry around the remains of his right eye, dark purple and black bruises colored his neck, while the rest of his skin was as pale as his blond hair.

"Hey, uh buddy," Raymond said as he placed a hand on his shoulder, earning a painful grunt that caused him to yank his hand away. "Right. Sorry. Let's… let's get you to a hospital." Except questions would be asked, and Raymond would definitely be arrested.

But… what if there was a chance he could avoid that? Someone that could help him and the man before him.

"Actually, on second thought..."

~❖~

Lorelei groaned as she fell into the old couch, slipping off her shoes and rubbing the ache from her feet. The third twelve-hour shift in a row at the hospital had left the young nurse sore and exhausted. This week had been crazy between the street shooting and the asylum patients escaping.

Then there was the man found in the woods. She grimaced at the memory of being briefed by the operating room's recovery nurse as she was assigned to John Doe for the rest of her shift because the white nurse had been overwhelmed and needed help (nevermind the black's unit had been just as understaffed before they had dragged her away). Even though the nurse had rattled off the injuries--including the traumatic amputation of his leg-- seeing the young man as white as the sheets, covered in bandages, left her heart sore.

Dr. Wilson and his team had done their best, but they all had their doubts. No one knew how long the man had been in the woods, wounded. It had been a miracle he hadn't bled to death. But there had been plenty of time for sepsis to set in.

Lorelei's eyes were starting to drift shut when somebody desperately knocked at the front door; hard and frantic enough to rattle the glass panes of the windows. Her eyes shot back open and she jumped up out of instinct, her heart thundering in her chest as she stumbled around the coffee table to open the door.

She knew it was going to be an emergency, knew that she should expect anything, but yet she wasn't prepared for Raymond Chestnut to be standing on her old porch, a man nearly twice his size leaning heavily on him with an ill-fitting tan suit covered in blood.

A very pale, very white man.

"What the hell?" she started, automatically shifting to the white man's side, having to lift his arm to sling it over her shoulder to help support his weight.

People coming to her was no surprise. It was normal for her the way people in their neighborhood would knock on her door for help, ranging from childhood bumps and bruises, injuries from teenagers getting into fights, and other emergencies.

But that was from people in their neighborhood-- which was very much a black community. And while she was about as white-passing as they could get-- barely passing the paper-bag test most days--her skin was still far darker than the man she helped Raymond half-drag inside.

Her stomach curdled at the wounds she saw, though the bloody mess of an eye was probably the worst. One slight touch to the unconscious man's cheek and he snarled as he shifted away, his other eye fluttering beneath its closed eyelid. "Shit. We need to get him to a hospital, Ray!"

"I know!" he hissed back, keeping his voice low despite the fact the door was closed and no one else in the old two-story house but them. "But can you imagine me pulling in the ER with him like this? I'd be lynched by dawn!"

"What even happened?" She asked, noticing the darkening bruise around his neck. Without hesitating she quickly undid the silk tie and ripped the white shirt open. There was no mistaking the shadowing of hand-prints that wrapped around his neck. Obviously not an accident, but if Raymond got in a fight, and one serious enough to do this kind of damage, why would he bring the man here?

Nevermind that Raymond was as pacifistic as it got, and she couldn't see him doing this. Hell, even if Raymond was fighting for his life, she doubted he could cause this kind of damage.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he said with a dry tone, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Hell, I barely believe it, and I lived through it."

She shot him a look, "I worked in the ER on a full moon on Halloween this year. Try me."

Before he could begin, however, she stood and quickly disappeared into the kitchen. Raymond could hear the faucet running as she rummaged through drawers, and within a minute she was back with a basin of water and more than a few washcloths. "Well?" She snipped as she soaked a washcloth and wrung it out before starting to work on the caked blood around his eye, making the man hiss and flinch but not wake up.

"Him and his brother came to my house and attacked Ally and I. Allison did that," he gestured to the eye covered by a washcloth, "before telling his brother to kill him. Which I certainly thought he did when he strangled him, but…obviously not. So, here we are."

Lorelei paused and looked at him, confused and sure Raymond was lying to her. In fact, she was about to call out bullshit when she noticed the solemn look on his face. Raymond was a poor liar, and there was no way he could lie about something like this when he could barely keep a straight face about who had stolen the collards out of her abysmal attempt at a garden.

Yet there was nothing but complete honesty when he met her gaze, making her swear under her breath.

Allison, while always a bit different and headstrong for sure, was still a lady. Lorelei had a hard time seeing the hairdresser stabbing someone. Granted, being attacked in her own home would make anyone lash out.

But the attempted strangulation? And she told the man’s brother to do so, and then he apparently followed through with her command? How? Why?

As perplexing as the mystery was, right now it didn't matter. She had a patient to tend to, the ‘hows’ and ‘whys’ did really matter. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and shifted to stand. "Come on, let's get him back in your car and get him to the hospital. We can say we found him on my doorstep like this. Dr. Cahoy is working tonight, and..."

The man's hand suddenly shot up and gripped Lorelei's wrist tightly, making her freeze and Raymond tense. The man's other eye was open and staring hard at her, the soft blue somehow violent. "No," he said, his voice hoarse and barely a whisper.

"No?" She repeated, incredulous. "I can't treat the trauma to that eye. We need to take you to the hospital."

"No," he repeated, his hand tightening slightly, his fingers easily encompassing her small wrist. For a moment, Lorelei feared he would pop her wrist out of joint. Yet after a brief moment his grip relaxed, though he didn't let go.

"You do realize you could lose your eye," Lorelei started, mentally adding 'if you haven't already.' The bloody mess concealed most of the damage, but she feared the worst already. Eyes couldn’t take a lot of damage before becoming blind, or needing to be removed. And, well, this one had been rather severely damaged.

The man stayed silent, his gaze not leaving hers. There wasn't an ounce of fear or worry in his expression. Just stubbornness and acceptance. "Fine," she sighed, giving in. "But in return for my services, you have to promise not to go after Ray and Allie, okay? Or any negro for that matter."

That was a big bluff for her to take, trying to demand that a white man make her a promise? Yet instead of being incensed, his gaze glanced briefly at Raymond before his eye fluttered close and he let go of her in apparent agreement.

Lorelei stood, rubbing her wrist as she mulled her options. This was a bad idea. A terrible idea. White men could get the care they need at the drop of a hat. They could get quality care no matter where they went. She needed to save her stores for those not so fortunate.

Yet something in her gut was leading her towards an idea that there was something was not quite right with the situation beyond the obvious. He only said one word, but there was a definite accent to it, and not one she was familiar with either. Her gut was telling her that she had to help him, and not just dump him off at the nearest ER.

"Ray, start boiling some water. Grab the pack of gauze and gloves under the sink too."

Raymond didn't ask any questions but nodded his head and followed her directions. Lorelei sighed as she touched the man's shoulder, making him crack open his good eye once more. "I'm serious here,” she continued softly yet firm. “I am not a doctor. I can do my best, but I doubt I can do anything to save your eye. You need a hospital."

"No," he repeated, though this time softer. Almost apologetic, as if he understood the moral quandary he was putting her through. Which, sympathy from a white man was just about as unbelievable as the rest of this.

She pushed the thought away. "Do you have any plans to hurt Ray or Allie?"

"...no." he closed his eye, becoming stoic but not before she saw a flash of something. Anguish? Regret? Or just pain?

"I'm holding you to that.” She didn’t much care about herself, but she wanted to protect her old friend and his wife. “Now, give me a name I can call you-- I don't need to be your real one," she continued as he looked at her strangely. "I just need a name you'll answer to."

"...Otto." That time she caught the accent but still didn't have an idea of where. Definitely not any of the local American drawls. Maybe that was why he was so much kinder than the usual white.

"Well, Otto, I'm Lorelei,” she returned with a tight smile. “And this is probably going to hurt like a son of a bitch."

#the swedes #tua #tua the swedes #tua otto #oscar tua #otto/oc #the umbrella academy season 2

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starlightshore · 8 months

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More thoughts on glitch

GHOSTS ARE PEOPLE AGAIN THANK YOU!!!!! They're not fucking aliens they're GHoSTS. Fuck it was so so so stupid before omfg. So glad that was fixed

Next I hope they establish its not Fricking "ghost DNA" like pls acknowledge Danny died. He's half dead. Please. I am begging on my knees.

Obsessions are now canon but in a way I like. I feel obsessions being called that rubs me the wrong way, I don't like it being their sole identity but now it feels more like. A degrading from them losing their humanity but it can be fixed from being helped.

Love love love the focus of going from "beat the shit out of ghosts so they stop" to "we can still do that but we're also going to HELP them as our main focus"

It's much more nuances and endearing to me. Aid the dead. Help then remember who they were- who they ARE still. That's the good shit. Gimme that.

Small tangent: I don't like that dan was just called Phantom cause I want Danny to be called that when people don't know his human identity. Selfish but I was disappointed LOL just call the man Dan pls. Yes I know that's phandom but still.

In my ideal world (assuming it doesn't like. Fund you know who) I want a fresh reboot but it keeps the core parts of what the graphic novel established. Give me a gen 2 version that's not weighed down by all the old lore honestly. I LIKE that the graphic novel continued and fixed things but I want a show that does it from the start.

It really depends on how profitable and how willing nickelodeon is about this IP. They have it now, they reboot it they want. I'm not sure I WANT an actual reboot or not cause who knows? Maybe it'd be bad in new ways. Maybe it'd kill off the fandom (though I doubt it)

Tho these concerns, hopes and fears are also just so.. surreal? The show ended like at least 15 years ago? Not going to look it up cause I don't wanna feel old. The very idea that this show has a future to think about at all is bizarre. It's like what the fuck are you doing in my house. (My house that is an abandoned house that a bunch of ghosts have moved into. That is the phandom)

#personal stuff #agit spoilers #danny phantom spoilers

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Ohhh, Hana kimi! I'm nonbinary now but I remember being in high-school and loving that one and then falling into all the gender bender manga and not thinking about why but loving it, just eating it up. Got any good gender bender reccs that aren't your lovely book that I have already thoroughly enjoyed?

ok i know you are probably asking for novels but im sorry that is not what i am going to give you.

instead, PLEASE READ VAMPIRE GAME I BEG OF YOU. i’ve only ever met one other person who has read this manga and she is my best friend of 16 years. actually i think she’s the only person i’ve ever met who has even HEARD of this comic.

is it EXTREMELY of its time (i.e. 1996-2004) and therefor A Little Painful To Read At Times? yes. is it good? you know, i cannot say “no” without wounding my own heart, however i also cannot say “yes.” do i love it with every fiber of my being? ABSOLUTELY.

here’s my pitch: king of the vampires got bored and decided to do a lot of war crimes, so the humans sent their holy king to defeat him. as mr vampire was dying he cursed the king that he would find him again and take revenge (and yes this is ABSOLUTELY romantically charged). 100 years later, the vampire is reborn as like THE ugliest weird little cat monster you have ever seen. he looks so bad. i love him so much.

vampire cat boy was then rescued and adopted by a horrible goblin of a princess (i love her so much), who is the descendant of the cursed king. vampire boy bites the princess to test her blood to see if she’s the king’s reincarnation, and she’s close but not it. probably. he thinks. the princess discovers the cat is a vampire, cat expects to be pulverized because all the humans hate vampires so much, but instead they form a partnership: the princess just so happens to hate her own bloodline so she teams up with the vampire man to hunt down the king’s reincarnation and kill him. and maybe some other descendants too. the fewer the better.

also a lot of their partnership involves the vampire mimicking the princess’ body to take her place as needed and whenever this happens all the other characters are always like “when did the princess become so mature and beautiful and smart. i am in love with her.” also also the princess is in love with the captain of her guard, a man who is… fine. i mean i like him, but at what cost?

anyway here’s some art

#vampire game #join me #please #ask

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Eyes of the Soul.

Jace X fem/reader

Summary: Alec and you go on a mission to find out which downworlder is kidnapping werewolves. Jace joined in as back up, but after what those eyes where saying, was he really there just as back up?

Warnings: t/w, blood, fighting, yelling, blood, mature content, cursing, use of y/n, fluff, tension.

A/N: This is my first time writing in a while, but i can not get this gorgeous man out of my head. Sooo, heres a little fanfic for my Jace livers <3.

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“Do you even know what your doing?” A voice came from behind you. Causing me to turn around and then sighed lightly as I saw Alec.

“To be honest, no. How does Izzy use this thing.” I tossed the whip to Alec as he smirked.

“Well no one said picking your signature weapon was easy. Try and relax and seek with in to see which calls to you.” He grabbed some arrows and my eyes sparkled.

“Are we going on a mission?” ‘No no, I am going on a mission.” He stopped my excitement but I followed him through the hall.

“Please, you know I haven’t been on one in ages. Its the least you could do for your little sister.” I said with a smile and dragged out the word sister while giving him a pleading face. I felt bad for always begging Alec for things, knowing he could almost never say no to me.

His body relaxed in defeat as he rubbed his temples. “Fine fine, but I’m not gonna use my stele on you when you get hurt.”

He continued walking and I ran and grabbed my stele and my blade running after him with excitement. I caught up to him and bumped his shoulder in a playful manner like i always have since I was brought into the institute. I was 14 years old when my parents decided to leave me in the human world after altering my memory with no note or good byes.

At least this is my theory since no one knows where I came from or who I was. Ever since that day Alec and Izzy took me in as their ‘little sister’. I owe them everything for putting up with me ever since then.

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We arrived at a run down building that seemed close to crumbling down. Alec walked in as if he didn’t notice anything wrong with the building. I followed him a few feet behind as I looked around. I started to hear music coming from the distance.

Alec was walking at a fast pace making me walk fast with him. We walked to these huge doors and he applied his invisibility rune. “So why exactly are we here?”

“We need to find the downworlder that is kidnapping werewolves after spiking their drinks.” He put his stele up and looked at me, “Don’t run off. This isn’t a field trip.”

I laughed then nodded after activating my invisibility rune. He opened the doors and walked in calmly. I followed behind in the crowded sea full of people and occasionally a few downworlders moxed into the groups. As much as I loved to get lost in the moment of a party I remembered what Alec said and sighed lightly.

Alec and I made it to the bar while looking through the crowd. “Okay, I know I said not to wonder off but its better if we spread out then group back up. Meet back here in an hour, and if you see anything call me.” We agreed and he walked to the top floor. I slowly made my way to the dance floor as I looked around and tried to fit in.

I remembered the last time I was at a club, me and Jace where celebrating on the fact that Magnus and Alec finally got married. We both had been having a hard time, so I decided to make up the excuse for a celebration. We danced and got drunk, that was the first time I’ve seen a drunk person so on guard.

As I was lost in thought I didn’t feel the hands slowly trailing up my waist. I turned around fast to see those ocean blue eyes. Followed by a smirk from what I assume was because of my reaction. “I thought you where supposed to he helping Alec, not day dreaming and being completely off guard. I could have been a stranger you know.” I laughed then pushed him back but kept dancing.

“You might as well be from all you’re disappearing lately, why are you here though?” I motioned for him to follow me back to the bar. He followed closely.

“Alec called me to keep an eye on you.” As he talked I saw a witch walking away with a werewolf who was clearly drunk from the wobbly walking.

I started walking away from Jace and towards the witch and werewolf. Jace was used to following me even during a conversation. From all the fights, teasing, and just me getting distracted easily.

I walked through the door and took out my angel blade as I saw blood on the ground. Jace saw the blood as well as he then also took out his blade. We walked closely together out into the ally. Jace went in front of me and I ignored it to stay focused. I then felt something throw me at the wall to the old building. I heard Jace yell out to me but the hard brick wall made my ears buzz.

I stood up quickly even though it hurt, i used my stele to activate my healing rune. I looked up at Jace who was fighting what seemed to be another shadowhunter. I went to help but heard a whistle, then felt a stabbing pain in my right shoulder. There was a long metal bar that was stabbed into my shoulder. I turned to see the witch from earlier.

“Who are you?” I yelled out while holding the bar in place. The witch looked at me with sorrowful eyes. She then ran to the other person and grabbed onto then while going through a portal. I went to follow them but felt someone grab onto my waist.

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I winced in pain as I dug my nails into my thighs while sitting on the hood of a car. Jace in front of me looking at the poll. “I need to pull this out, hold still.” He said almost in a stern tone.

He took my hand tightly and then gripped onto the metal bar. I took a deep breath, “Okay, on one… two… th- mother fucker!” Jace smirked as he dropped the bar to the ground then gently pulled up my shirt just past my stomach to activated my healing rune. He glanced at my slender fit stomach as the rune glowed then gently slide his hand down my stomach.

I looked at Jace as he eyes where gliding along my body, his hand traced my runes that where shown on my stomach and sides. I tensed up since I had never seen Jace look so tense while being so gentle. His touch was almost nonexistent.

I couldn’t help but giggle a bit from my sides being sensitive. He looked up to my eyes and then started to look at my lips. His eyes where filled with something I had never seen before. I melted from just his warm hands on my bare skin. He gripped my waist as the space between out lips got smaller and smaller.

Alec walked out of the same door me and Jace came out of. Jace dropped his hands and backed up while looking into my eyes with a bit of sadness and worry. Alec saw me and Jace and the blood then ran over. “What happened?!”

I got up off the car and went passed Jace catching a glimpse of his diamond eyes. Still filled with that same look he was giving me when his hands where on me. I tried to not make a face or blush as I looked up at Alec and started to explain everything while walking with him back to the institute. Jace following right behind us.

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A/N: So this is just a starter to see if anyone will like these kinds of stories or not. Or even to see if I truly do want to get back into writing. But if this does do well i woukd glady make a part two!! <3

#jace herondale #jace wayland #jace x reader #y/n fanfic #shadowhunters #alec lightwood #jamie campbell bower

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buttsmasher · 2 years

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2022.10.19

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Tags/Warnings: Face Farting, Forced Situation, Fart Torture, Death by Farts

"Who the fuck are you?" You're shocked to find a mostly naked guy looking through your closet. The only piece of clothing covering his body is a pair of gray Under Armour boxers that you're fairly sure are yours.

He glances at you briefly before grabbing one of your shirts. "Need clothes." His gruff voice supplies.

"I'm not the salvation army, get outta here!" You gesture towards the door but he blatantly ignores you and goes to your dresser. You stare as he goes through your sock drawer and pulls out a pair.

You quickly walk up to snatch the socks out of his hand but he catches your hand before you succeed. "Need clothes." He gives you a glare like you're the one in the wrong.

"Good for you bucko!" You snark back. "Get out of my apartment before I call the cops." You snatch your arm out of his grip. "Who do you think you are?"

"I am Cyliek, lieutenant in lord Satan's army." Silence fills the room as you take in his words. Then you can't help but start laughing.

"You can't be serious?" You grab his arm and start escorting him out of your room. "Alright, Celiac, I'll let you have the undies but get the fuck out." Just as you're about to reach the doorway, he twists your arm and forces you to your knees.

"You dare mock me."

"Ow! What the fuck, let go dude!"

"I am a lieutenant of the lord's army! You will respect me!" Before you can even retort, his sizable ass is forced against your face. "You will learn your place, human."

PFFFFFBRBFFFFTTTT

A horrifying ten second fart is released by the man's ass. You choke down the sulfur smelling gas. You're completely stunned and you don't know what to do. No one has ever forced you to inhale their ass fumes before. Hell, closest is you and your buddy's ripping ass after drinking beer.

PFFBBBBRRRBRBRBRBRRRR

A rumbling fart breaks you out of your thoughts. More sulfuric gas gets blasted up your nose and burns its way into your lungs. This time though you cough and hack. This can't be good for your lungs. You realize you should probably put up a fight.

You try to push yourself away from his huge ass, but he just uses his other hand to hold your face in place. Either his farts kicked the fight out of you or he has some super human strength.

PFBRBRBFF PFFFFF PFFFFFFTTTT

"This damn mortal world." He speaks as he keeps releasing torrents of gas up your nose. "Selfish humans." Your struggling is useless as his grip is too strong.

PPPFFFBRFFFFFFFFFFF

"Disgusts me that I even have to step foot on this world."

PSSSSSSSFFFFFF

The fart hisses before going full blast. The more he keeps farting the more and more it feels like your lungs are on fire. His grip loosens just enough where you can take a deep breath of fresh air.

"God," You cough, "Please stop, I'm sorry." You huff, but he still hasn't let you go. "T-take anything, just please stop!" You beg. To your surprise he lets go, but you watch as he drops the boxers leaving his hairy bare ass in front of your face.

"Anything?" You gulp, but quietly say yes. "Then I think I'll take your life."

"Wha-" Before you can get the word out he has your face pressed against his naked ass. His ass hairs tickle against your nostrils as he gets comfortable.

PFFFFFFBRBRFFFTTTT

And as that first ungodly blast hits your nose, you realize how much those boxers were protecting you. You're forced to inhale this man's, no demon's toxic unfiltered farts. You do your best to fight against him but there's no winning.

PFFFFSSSFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT

PFFFFTTTTTFFFF

PFFFFFFFFFFTTT

PBRBRBRBRBRBRFFFFFTTTTT

Bomb after bomb destroys your sense of smell to the point you don't even remember what fresh air smelled like. You can't stop shaking as he fills your lungs with his putrid air and you ponder if he was serious when he said he was going to take your life.

"It annoys me that you're still living. This human body of mine fails me." You feel him shift slightly. "But it won't be much longer now." You can hear his stomach make a growling noise from your spot.

PFBRBRB PFFFF PFFFTTT

"Even in this form, your body can't hold out forever." You know he's right, especially if the burning in your guy is anything to go by. You're finding it harder and harder to stay conscious.

PFFFFBRBRBRFFFTTTTT

Your arms go limp to your side, they're too heavy. "Ah, told you we're getting close." And with a heavy grunt:

PFFFFFFBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTFFFTTTTTTTTFFFTTTTT

A full 30 seconds of pure demon gas fills your nose and body. More of the toxic sulfuric brew like before. Your body starts shaking uncontrollably. Finally, the last thing that you see is your bed as your lifeless body thumps against the bedroom floor.

You Lose

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#Face Farting #Forced Situation #Fart Torture #Death by Farts

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kissmetae · 2 years

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The Defectors

Yoongi || Sci-Fi (space) AU

❧ AU: Strangers>Benefits>Lovers // After experiencing a violent crashlanding, you wake up in a foreign elite-force ship. You don’t remember what happened… You’re injured and lost. But the new crew onboard treats your wounds and helps you heal… in more ways than simply applying ointment to the area. The crew is equally lost after a mishap of their own and are on a search for the leaders of The Defectors in order to get help… Yoongi is the leader of the crew and captain and as a captain yourself you find yourself having a lot in common with him and chemistry sparks… more than you initially expected it to. It turns out, the help the crew needed all along… was you. (Ft: Jungkook and Hoseok)

|| SMUT ft. angst || 17.6k || x reader ||

|| masterlist in bio ||

❧ Rating: EXPLICIT || sexual content, unprotected sex, violence || Warnings: weapons, blood, (burn-)injuries, death, partial memory loss, crash-landing

❧ Smut features: Licking, a lot of tongue, tongue kissing, he likes your throat (no choking), begging each other for praise, almost-caught, greedy/needy, many various positions, top/bottom/behind, fighting for dominance, dom!Yoongi vs. dom!reader... and a dick joke

❧ A/N: There is an extra treat if you like tattoos... // Bias swap w/ @syinisuga

❧ Disclaimer: This is fiction. Actions and events in these stories are often exaggerated and to a certain degree unrealistic. Please have this in consideration when reading fiction, especially if it includes sexual content.

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The whistling sound of the wind was cancelled out by the ringing in your ears. Every sound was muffled like you were under water and your head felt heavy, like a piece of heavy metal was resting on it, holding you hostage on the ground under its weight. Everything was a blurred mess.

It was dark and with each rhythmic flash of a red light you could see a cloud of smoke and dust around you. You couldn’t move and your skin felt on fire from the scorching heat, sweat dripping down your face. You tasted salt and metal in your mouth, and it smelled like… burning rubber… but it was hard to tell what it came from. There was another loud whistle coming from outside as a strong gush of wind violently hit. Between each red flash all you could see was darkness. Darkness and then the interior of the ship illuminated by the red warning light. Darkness and the body of a crew member… the back was turned to you so you couldn’t tell who it was. Darkness and another crew member lying in an unnatural manner across the ground. Darkness interrupted by a flashlight.

What had happened?

Your head began to beat and pulsate like your heart had changed location from your chest to your skull. The pressure eased but pain took over in a new way, you could feel another wave of scorching heat consume you and it became harder to breathe. Where were the oxygen tanks? A useless thought… you still couldn’t move, and your vision grew even more blurred.

Am I dying?

The flashlight shone in your eyes, blinding you just before you passed out.

“I’ve found a survivor!”

The next thing you knew you woke up to a bright white room with an oxygenation mask covering your mouth and nose. Your left leg was wrapped with gauze from the knee to your ankle and an IV drip was attached to your arm. The ringing in your ears had stopped, now replaced by the rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor. You could move again, slightly. Gentle twitch like movements of the fingers and toes. The doors slid open, and the sound of steps followed.

It seemed to be the infirmary of a ship.

A soft gasp escaped the person as you turned your face to look at him and the young man ran back out, yelling “She’s awake!”

A mere minute later 2 more people entered along with him, studying you like you were an extra-terrestrial being and not human as themselves.

“W-where am I?” Your voice sounded hoarse and weak.

“Kepler 442b, we were just about to leave.” One of them announced, sounding sterner than the first guy. His hair was pitch black, parted in the middle but brushed back. He was wearing black cargo pants, tucked into boots and a washed out military green T-shirt.

What fleet was this?

The third guy approached you, dark brown short hair, dressed in similar but grey cargo pants and a fitted black long sleeve paired with an industrial looking harness. His expression appeared concerned as he studied your face.

“Do you remember your name?” He asked.

You did and told him, not that he’d know if it was correct.

He repeated your name back to you. “Do you feel any nausea or dizziness?” He asked and touched various areas of your face, it stung a bit in some parts.

“I feel sore… tired.”

“She needs to eat something.” He told the first man, an indirect order. The first man was also black haired but had longer hair and it was held back by a headband, Black cargo pants and a worn out black T-shirt.

“Do you recall what happened?” He asked and carefully pealed away the bandage around your head.

“Something attacked us…I don’t know what, it happened so fast…” The beeping on the monitor sped up.

“We received the automatic mayday signal.” The second guy said. “But we only found you.”

“But I… I saw the others.”

“That’s not what he means.” The third guy said, making effort to sound comforting.

You swallowed. Suddenly everything felt numb.

“I’m sorry.” He caressed your shoulder.

“I’ll get us out of here.” The second guy said and turned around with a remorseful expression.

“Ok Captain.”

So the second guy was the captain… This man seemed to know what he was doing so he must oversee the infirmary… maybe a doctor or nurse…

“Your head is healing nicely. But let me know if you feel dizzy or nauseas…. Silence is ok. I understand.” He caressed your shoulder again and went to get something in one of the cabinets.

Nobody else survived…

The room vibrated with the familiar hum or a ship engine and you could feel the shift in the pull as it begun it’s ascend.

He proceeded to clean your wound and removed your IV and the monitor. By then the first guy returned with some food for you and they both helped you sit up.

“What happened to my leg?” You asked.

“Your leg is fine, but the skin is severely burnt. You might feel it in a bit when the painkillers ware off.”

“How long have I been out.

“About two days… and a half?” The first guy filled in.

“You’re not part of the higher order, are you?” You asked, hesitating before taking a bite of the food.

They both laughed, which felt reassuring.

“No, never and no thank you.”

“Good, I’d ask you to euthanize me otherwise.” You said and took a bite of food.

“I’m JK by the way.” The first guy said. “I mainly do engine maintenance stuff on board, tech stuff, a bit of everything you could say.”

“I’m Hope, health supervisor.”

You gave him a weird look unintentionally.

“He means doctor.” JK explained.

“I prefer health supervisor, doctor sounds so… official.”

JK rolled his eyes and you felt a faint smile form on your face.

“Yoongi is the captain.” Hope added.

There was a pause as you waited for more names to be mentioned.

“It’s just the three of you?” You asked.

They both nodded.

Your own crew had been 5 people and that was hard enough to maintain everything with.

“But we’re 4 now.” JK corrected.

“What was your role on your ship?” Hope asked carefully.

“… Captain… combat ship.”

JK whistled in an impressed tune.

“Yoongi finally gets his break.” Hope chuckled.

“What type of ship is this?” You asked.

“R1.”

Your eyes went wide.

The small crew made even less sense now.

R1 was one of the elite ranks within the rebellion… They underwent special training for years… R1 ships were equipped with stealth radar technology so they could infiltrate ships and bases of the higher order… like undercover spies or secret agents with license to kill. It had heavy duty combat technology too… you had to check it out.

You quickly finished the last piece of your food and stood up.

“I have to check out the HDC, you have it right?” You said and stumbled slightly.

Alarmed they both grabbed your arms to hold you steady.

“Careful, ok? Yes, it’s equipped with HDC but we haven’t been able to use it for years.” Hope said.

“I disconnected it to save the energy reserve.” JK added.

“Before we give you the grand tour I think you should rest up and maybe have a shower if you can. We’ll get you something appropriate to wear.” Hope said.

You looked down and realized you were dressed in a hospital gown. A shower would be nice…

Hope escorted you to a room in the ship while JK disappeared to get you some clothes. It seemed… vacant to say the least.

“This will be your room… it belonged to our previous combat commander, so you’ll find some manuals and books on the HDC under the bed if you need them.” Hope instructed.

“What happened to the previous one? Aren’t R1 crews commonly… more people?”

“You’re right… but not all missions go to plan unfortunately. We lost half the crew a few months back… we haven’t heard from the Atlas* since then and we’ve been roaming around just hoping we’d stumble upon the base, I guess. They probably assumed none of us survived.”

*The Atlas: The leading organisation of the defectors.

The conversation was interrupted by JK entering with a pile of clothes.

“I think these will fit.” He said confidently and placed the pile down on the bed.

“We’ll give you some peace now.” Hope said and handed you a tube. “Put this ointment on your leg after the shower, then come to me and I’ll re-wrap it.”

“Thanks.”

The shower was more than needed seeing all the layers of dirt and dried blood wash down the drain. You scrubbed double washed your hair and triple washed your body, keeping your leg elegantly posed away from the water. A drop was enough to cause you to wince and it looked BAD.

You stepped out with a deep sigh, dried off and tied your hair back. The clothes fit but were on the larger side, not that you minded. You pulled the belt tight around your waist so the black cargo pants wouldn’t slip down and tucked the black long sleeve into them. As you bent down to roll the left leg up to your knee (so it wouldn’t touch the burn) a knock was heard on the door.

“You can come in.”

It was JK, holding your boots in his hands.

“They were covered in ash, so I cleaned them off a bit. The rest of your clothes were destroyed, and Hope had to cut some off to… But hey doesn’t look bad.” He nodded approvingly. “In another life I would probably be a stylist.” He said playfully.

He placed the shoes down by you and took a seat on the bed. They seemed to have a hard time leaving you alone…

After applying the ointment to your leg you pulled your boots on and tied them snuggly. You were glad at least one of your items had been savoured for you. After Hope wrapped your leg back up with some fresh gauze JK offered to give you the grand tour of the ship.

You’d already seen the dorms or well… on your ship they were dorms, this was an R1 after all to they were more like suites in comparison.

“My room, Hope’s Room, Yoongi’s room.” JK explained, tapping each door as he passed them. Then lead you out into the commons area. It was a large open space area with a huge table and a lowered sofa, panoramic windows along the wall giving you a view of nebula as the ship cruised. There was what appeared to be a glass conference room with computers off the side and ahead was the control room. JK lead you through the hallway space and you immediately spotted the back of Yoongi’s head in the captain seat. The ship was set to auto-cruise and he was leaned back with his hands tied by his mouth as if he was deep in thought.

It was impressive to say the least. The windows were huge, the disconnected HDC control stole your attention however and you took a seat in the chair.

“This is incredible.” You praised, looking at the controls. You wanted to try it out real bad, you’d practiced to handle it during your combat training but you’d never been near the real deal before.

“You do combat?” Yoongi asked, gaze towards you.

“I am captain of a combat ship… was.”

“Sorry about your loss.” He said, no emotion present in his voice.

“Since Yoongi is free, I’ll let him take over the tour. I have to go check on the servers.” JK said and gave him a teasing pat on the shoulder and smiled towards you.

Yoongi inhaled deeply and let out a soft exhale.

“Hope told me, he said you’d give me a break.” He cracked a smile. “But you don’t have to, I know it takes time to heal from what you’ve just been through.”

“I feel ok, Hope is treating my burn for me.”

“I didn’t mean physically.” He said and stood up. “Take a seat.” He gestured to the captain’s seat.

“What combat did you drive?” He asked as you took a seat.

“An RC64.”

Yoongi raised his brows in subtle amusement. “Vintage.”

“Very, but a charm.” You agreed and caressed the gears. “This is an RR02 right?”

“You been on one before?” He asked, confirming that you were correct.

“Had some runs on the simulator during my training.”

“Let me know if you ever want to… you know. I’ll be your co.”

Was he serious? For some reason you’d assumed he’d be gate keeping like most captains did, but he was offering to let you drive? Not only is an RR02 like three times the size of an RC64 but the gears and buttons… it’s like comparing a bike to a lunar lander.

Yoongi let out a soft scoff. “You look like a child in a toy store.” He said, leaning against the chair.

“No, now that you mention it my RC64 is a lot cooler than this.” You said and gestured wildly towards the hundreds of buttons.

His smile was soft and warm, it made his entire face change its demeanour. Neutrally he appeared a bit intimidating, but his smile felt the opposite. Approachable, comforting… cute?

“Does it hurt?” He asked and pointed to his own cheek.

You hadn’t seen your reflection yet, so you didn’t know what he was talking about.

“You touched your face and felt something rough. It didn’t hurt however.

Yoongi seemed to understand and waved for you to come with him.

“Kitchen by the way, maybe JK showed you.” He said and pointed towards a door you passed. “Machine room. It’s just a room with a ladder, the machine room is below us. If you can’t find JK that’s where he usually is.” Yoongi shrugged. “Hope… He’s everywhere at the same time.”

He was taking you back to the infirmary where Hope was currently cleaning up.

“Hope, do you have a mirror in here?” He asked.

“Wall behind you!” He smiled.

Yoongi blushed, feeling slightly dumbfounded. “Here you go.”

A gasp escaped you.

A huge scar covered the side of your face, starting from the temple down to about the middle of your cheek. Your forehead had a purple bruise to the right bleeding into the temple where the scar began.

You traced it gently with your finger, whatever the pressure had been it must’ve been the cause of this.

It turned out that Yoongi wasn’t only the captain, he was also the chef. Hope wasn’t only a doctor, he was trained in field combat and JK wasn’t only a little bit of everything tech-mech guy… he was a tech hijacker (or hacker as it used to be called). You were all seated around the big table in the common area eating together. Something you’d been informed by Hope was a more-or-less holy tradition onboard.

“How did you defect?” JK asked.

“My parents defected, I was born into it.”

“Same here.” Hope added between bites.

“What about you?” You asked.

“My brother defected when he was 15 and took me with him, I was 8 or 9.” JK said.

You turned to Yoongi to ask him but felt a gentle tap against your outer thigh under the table by Hope. He was shaking his head and you got the hint. The question was sensitive to some people…

But you were curios… maybe you’d find out one day.

“Now that we have her on-board we could activate the HDC again.” Yoongi pointed out, directing it to JK.

“It’s not necessary if it’s a hassle.” You said.

“What do you mean? You’re going to use it.” Yoongi insisted. “What did you think we’d just drop you off on a random asteroid? You’re part of the crew now.”

“Consider yourself adopted.” Hope added, trying to make light of the serious tone in Yoongi’s voice.

“If you prefer the asteroid, consider yourself kidnapped. Because we’re not dropping you off.”

“I’ll consider myself saved if you don’t mind. After all… you saved my life.”

Hope caressed your back reassuringly. He seemed to be a very touchy person, which was nice. His touch felt safe and comforting.

“Yoongi is the one you should thank.” He said.

Yoongi began to cough and hammered his fist to his chest bone.

“Yoongi was the one who responded to the mayday!” JK called out eagerly. “He carried you back to the ship too.” A vision of Yoongi carrying your unconscious body in his arm flashed through your mind. You looked towards him, semi-glancing at his arms. They appeared strong enough to be able to do that to say the least…

“I’ll go check /cough/ the radar for asteroids.” Yoongi said and left the table promptly.

“He gets flustered when you praise him.” Hope explained with a laugh.

You watched him as he walked away towards the steering room, a hand reaching up to brush his hair back on the way.

“They’re still tracing us captain!”

“I know! I’m trying!” There was a hard turn of the ship to try and out manoeuvre them. “Going into orbit behind Kapler 442b, the dark will shield us!”

“They have radar!”

“Fuck!” Another hard turn. “It’s pointless to attack, if we do they might open fire!”

Another member was trying to come in contact, desperately questioning what they wanted.

“Why don’t these fuckers have their comms on!?”

A loud thud vibrated through the ship followed by a hard violent hit and every warning light and sirens going off simultaneously in panic. “Gyroscope deactivated. Gyroscope deactivated. Gyroscope deactivated.” “We’re hit!”

You woke up drenched in cold sweat, breathing heavily. You wrapped your arms around your knees, feeling your heart race in your chest as you tried to calm down.

“I need some water…” You mumbled to yourself and got up. You opened the door to your room and made it down the hallway towards the kitchen.

On your way you noticed something you hadn’t before… on the wall was a framed photo.

Seven men, lined up like in a school photo. Yoongi, Hope, JK… and 4 more. On the bottom of the frame was a metal plate reading “Crew: R1-b16”.

You headed into the kitchen and opted for a cup of tea instead and brought the cup with you back into your room. Since you were wide awake now you might as well take a look at those manuals… Anything that could potentially distract you would be good.

You placed the cup on the nightstand and looked in under the bed. There was a box. You withdrew it, it had some significant weight to it. Inside there were 8 thick books on the HDC, but it wasn’t all. There were several notebooks, a flashlight and a souvenir mug from PA-99-N2.

Eventually you fell back asleep 3 chapter into manual 2.0.

You woke up feeling slightly more recovered, sleep really did wonders for healing the body. You got up, braided your hair back, got dressed and rolled the pantleg up to your knee. You needed to find something to keep the leg from slipping down and added it to your mental to do list.

Yoongi was seated on the sofa reading something on a holopad, the rest were seemingly still asleep.

He looked up as you entered. His green t-shirt was replaced by a grey sweater today.

“Sleep well?” He asked.

“For the most part.” You said and rubbed your nape.

“What was the lesser?”

“Just… replaying. It woke me up.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t remember much… just that we got hit, like I said. The hit knocked our gyro out and well…”

Yoongi’s reaction spoke for his thoughts. “That’s…”

“The worst that could happen… yeah.” You sighed and sat down next to him.

“And then?” he asked gently, trying not to push.

“We crashed into Kepler 442b.”

“How do you feel?”

“It feels like it was all a nightmare. That it didn’t happen and I just dreamt it, but I’m here and they’re… they’re gone.” You bit your lip to supress the tears.

“Take your time, ok? If you need to talk you can come to me or Hope and JK too. I’ve told them to try and avoid leaving you alone for too long.”

That explains it.

“You’re very understanding. I appreciate that.”

Yoongi, flustered as can be broke eye contact to look down at his hands.

“Just know that we’re here for you… even though you don’t know us that well yet and us you… but we’re crew now. We take care of each other on this ship.” He looked back up at you, still slouched forward.

You wanted to know them well. You wanted to know Yoongi well. There was something mysterious about him and you wanted to unwrap it and read all about it. Your curiosity tended to take over a lot in general but only if the subject of interest fascinated you.

There were many questions to choose from in your mind.

“What’s your current mission?”

“To find the Atlas base.”

Finding the hidden Atlas base in infinite space? Dub thee mission impossible.

“I know.” Yoongi said and leaned back. “It’s impossible, but we’re completely off their radar. We’re technically just cruising around hoping to stumble upon them by chance or ding their radar or something… anything really. With you onboard we can at least move around in the risk zones again since we didn’t have a combat fighter. We tried to self-teach ourselves the HDC but it’s… it’s complicated stuff.” He let out an awkward chuckle.

“I could teach you.”

“That would be incredible… JK will try and get it up and running again today. But like I said… whenever you feel ready. I don’t want to push you.”

“I’ve always wanted to try out a HDC, this is the most excitement I’ve felt in… weeks, months.” You insisted.

His soft grin was back.

“I’ll get us to an asteroid field and you can try it out in all its glory.”

“Target practice?”

“Basically.” He shrugged. “We used to do it for fun between missions back then. It’s sort of therapeutic too.”

“Big stone go boom.”

His laugh was soft and deep.

“To be honest, I think having something to do would help. So don’t worry about pushing me. So far my impression of you all is good, I think it will stay that way.”

His eyes travelled down and up your figure.

“My impression of you is good too… Combat captain.” He smirked. “I bet your crew was extremely loyal and submissive to you.”

“I wouldn’t say they were submissive… we were a team.”

“Don’t be so humble. Did they obey well?” He teased.

“Yes and I’m not being humble I’m being honest.”

“Case closed, submissive.”

“Ok, maybe so be it. But so far you seem to be the submissive one on this ship.”

He opened his mouth in fake surprise.

“You’re wrong, firstly. Secondly, that proves my point. You’ve already targeted me as potential prey.” He chuckled.

“Prey for what?”

He shrugged and stood up.

“Only you know that, but I’m getting away now for my own safety now before you decide to act on it. And I need to locate the nearest asteroid field.”

JK was kneeling under the control panel of the HDC, plugging, unplugging, and twisting various cables.

“Now?” He asked.

“No.” You said, still staring at the dark panel from the chair.

“How about now?”

“Still no.”

JK sighed and crawled further in. Something sounded like it was unplugged, and he scrambled around and suddenly the buttons on the panel illuminated.

“Now! Now! It’s on! It’s working!” You cheered.

JK crawled back out from underneath and stood up.

“Two of the sockets look identical I must’ve put a in b and b in a.” He said and dusted off his hands.

You shifted in your seat and gripped the gears carefully. You tested the aim, the controls and checked the system status to make sure everything was fine.

“Everything looks fine.” You reassured as JK watched.

“I’ll get popcorn.”

Yoongi has located an asteroid field earlier and until the HDC was up and running you’d been orbiting around a dwarf plant nearby.

“I’ll get us to the field then.” Yoongi said, who had been seated slouched in the captain’s seat watching the two of you wordlessly. He steered the ship out of orbit and off towards the bundle of asteroids. It wasn’t a huge field but enough for target practice and small enough to not cause much damage if the HDC wasn’t fully functioning as it should.

You leaned back in the seat, enjoying the view. The dwarf planet had a copper red hue to it and the field was on the other side in relation to your current position. It felt relaxing in a different sense, you’d get to enjoy this view when you were steering your own ship too but not being in charge of the vessel allowed you to see the view differently for what it was. Simply beautiful and breath-taking.

You looked over at Yoongi. His gaze was focused and his hands held a tight grip of the gears, making his knuckles protrude and the veins on his hands stand out more.

His crew has been searching for the Atlas for months now… a truly impossible mission but not without success… the success so far was the fact that they hadn’t stumbled upon the members of the higher order yet…

“You haven’t stumbled upon the higher order at least.” You said, trying to strike a conversation with him.

“We have a stealth shield.”

“Oh right.” R1…

There was a momentary silence.

“I guess you encountered them a lot.” Yoongi said.

“Well, it was our general mission as a combat ship… along with the fate that comes with it.” You sighed.

“Usually we infiltrate… you could say instead of taking down the ship, we take them down from inside, get a hold of any documents, data or secrets… along with some loot. Then we let it cruise aimlessly on auto so they appear active for the high order. That way they think their fleet is bigger than it is.”

“How many missions have you had so far?”

Yoongi paused to think.

“Maybe 400? Roughly.”

Wow. “Wow.”

“What about you? How many you take down?”

“More than I can count, we were sent to the warzones numerous times too so it must be at least over a thousand at this point.”

“A combat captain with loyal submissive subjects AND a front fighter?” Yoongi whistled.

“Stop.” You chuckled.

“Only the best get sent to the active warzones, I’m not going to pretend like I don’t know that. Now I’m really eager to see how you’ll handle that thing.” He said and nodded towards the HDC panel.

He pushed a button on the intercom. “Hope, JK, come here, we’re entering the field.”

A few seconds later they arrived and buckled up in the seats behind. You strapped the buckles across your chest, Yoongi doing the same to secure himself.

The first asteroid was coming towards you and Yoongi was driving slowly… very slowly. Offensively slowly.

You turned to look at him.

“Some acceleration please.”

He nodded and moved his hand to the throttle and the speed increased substantially.

Now we’re talking.

You pulled the gears towards you, deactivated the lock and freed the gyro. The aim was a lot more advanced than on your ship, making it even easier to lock onto the first asteroid rapidly approaching. Charge, lock and shoot. With a loud boom the asteroid split into a million tiny pieces.

The mix of dopamine and adrenaline was overwhelming.

Asteroids turned into dust in front of you one after one. The HDC was incredible, it felt way too powerful to use on asteroids but boy was it fun.

Each explosion was followed by an eager oooh or waaa coming from behind you as Hope and JK watched in excitement.

“You’re so good at this!” Hope cheered.

“She’s been doing this for years.” Yoongi called out, manoeuvring through the field, and boosting the speed even more. “Her crew was sent to the Active zones.”

A bigger asteroid exploded as it hit.

“I’m not surprised.” Hope said.

“Neither am I.” Yoongi added and you could’ve sworn you heard him whisper “Incredible” under his breathe.

The final asteroid blew up and you locked the gyro back, released the gears and leaned back in your seat with an exhausted sigh.

“That gave me such a rush!” You yelled out, heart racing.

Later on, the 4 of you gathered around the table for a meeting. Yoongi had a plan to set a course for zone Z36. Zone Z36 was considered a risk zone and under the govern of the higher order. The zone wasn’t huge but it would significantly shorten the way to get to zone F14 which was were one of the defector hubs were located. By getting there you could potentially get something or find something that could get you into contact with the Atlas.

Important to know was that nobody ever contacted the Atlas, they contacted you. They were top secret even for the defectors. There had been spies at numerous occasions and all measures of caution were enforced to combat it.

Getting to the hub also meant you were able to do some more thorough maintenance and restock. The last time the crew had visited one of the hubs was over a year ago, a month or so before their last mission…

The ship would be set to cruise towards Z36 throughout the night and upon entrance you and Yoongi would be technically glued to your seats until you were out of there.

Later in the night after you’d had a shower you sat in your room when there was an expected knock on the door.

“Come in.” You called out and Hope peaked in through the door. He had told you he’d come by before he went to bed to check on your burn and was carrying some supplies with him that he placed on the bed.

“How does it feel?” He asked, soaking a piece of cotton with some disinfectant.

“Taught and raw.” You explained.

As the cotton touched your skin you bit your lip to supress the stinging pain.

“I’ll move quickly, almost done.” Hope reassured, quickly wiping down the surface. “There we go.” He pulled on a pair of gloves and applied some clear ointment in his palm and gently began to rub it in over the area. This was an opposite feeling, it was cooling and soothing.

“This will leave a scar once it’s healed.”

“I’ll get it tattooed over.”

“That would look cool! You can tattoo my face, like the cartoon style where the head is much larger than the rest of the body.” He chuckled.

“I’ll add it to my list of potential designs.”

He pulled the gloves off and reached for the gauze and wrapped your skin.

“Thank you.” You said as he secured it.

“Just doing my duty.” He smiled and caressed your knee. He gathered the little pile of supplies, wished you good night and headed out.

If you had to gather a crew together in the future Hope would be your first consideration for sure. On your ship you didn’t have an infirmary. There was a small room with limited first aid level supplies and a bed. The room was more intended for mild injuries or quarantine purposes and if someone was injured you’d all help out, or whoever was able to in the situation. Basic first aid was included in training so anyone on board could do it. For more serious injuries you’d had to head to the nearest hub and just hope it was one with a hospital.

Defector hubs were scattered all over space. Some large some small, some so small it felt like a joke to even call them a hub. The smallest would maybe consist of a mech workshop and maintenance supplies, it was rare to find a hub that didn’t offer food or even a restaurant. Not as the ones back on earth thousands of years ago, it was more of a street food culture. Usually delicious in fact.

Then you had the gigantic hubs, maintenance and workshops that were staffed, offices for various inquiries, hospitals, multiple street food options, even places to get clothing, shoes, supplies, weapons…. Tattoo parlours, piercers, body mod, anything really… and pleasure.

If you were willing to pay the price to get your dick sucked that was. It might sound absurd, but the business was insane. You had to be rich to afford it or go broke to experience it.

Sirens were echoing, lights were flashing all over the panel. Screams were echoing back and forth as the ship fell from orbit, spinning out of control. The gears wouldn’t budge no matter how hard you pulled them, trying desperately to get the ship under control. The G force was becoming too strong to handle and your hands reluctantly slipped from the gears as you felt the dizziness fade into unconsciousness only for it to come to a sudden hard halt.

You were shaking, your heart was racing and you were breathing heavily when you opened your eyes to find Yoongi over you, shaking your shoulders.

“Wake up! It’s a dream! You’re dreaming!” He sighed of relief as you opened your eyes.

“What happening?” You asked, panicked.

“You were screaming, I came running I thought- I don’t know what I thought but you were screaming so I just ran.” He appeared anxious. “Are you ok?” He asked, still holding your shoulders.

You sat up carefully, still out of breath.

“It keeps replaying in my head… I remember more and more each time…”

“Of the crash?” He took a seat on the edge of the bed,

You nodded.

“Do you want to tell me about it?” He asked, placing a hand against the mattress on the other side of your legs to support himself leaning.

“It’s just screaming, beeping, flashing… it’s all blurry for the most.” You explained, looking down at your lap.

“It’s truly a miracle that you survived.” Yoongi expressed. “When I found you… you were wedged in under the control panel.” He reached to touch the bruise on your head gently. “It’s healing well.” He reassured, moving a few strands away and behind your ear.

“Did you see what happened to my leg?”

Yoongi shook his head.

“As I was looking around what I noticed was subtle movement in my peripheral and when I shone my light towards it, I saw your eyes were open and you were breathing. Called out to Hope and JK and pulled you out of there as fast as I could.”

“And the others?”

“We checked them, you were the last person we found before we had to run back. We didn’t know if or when the entire thing would blow up since half of it was already on fire. We weren’t sure about 442b’s air quality either, so once we found you we just got you to our ship as fast as we could so you wouldn’t die of monoxide poisoning.”

Wow…

“Hope checked on your lungs once we got back on, so the air was fine, but I didn’t want to risk it.” He explained.

“You saved my life.”

He immediately got flustered and looked away. But you wouldn’t let him get away from this one.

You reached towards him and cupped his cheek.

“Yoongi, look at me.”

He reluctantly obeyed.

“You saved my life.” You repeated, gazing into his dark eyes.

His gaze fell from your eyes to your lips. There was an odd shadow of shame staining his expression…

He cupped his hand to the side of your neck, leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. Your heartbeat had just calmed down and was now immediately back to the previous racing pace again.

His mouth was warm and soft against yours and a part of you was disappointed when he abruptly pulled away. His hand slipped away as he stood up, brushing his half-wet hair back and left the room wordlessly, leaving you alone in the silence with the sound of your beating heart.

You wanted to know more about Yoongi, but now you quickly concluded that you didn’t only want to, you needed to. You wanted to examine what the shadow meant, what was hiding in his expression and so much more. Why did he defect? How? What happened to the other crew members on that one mission? But oh god did he taste good…

You arrived to zone Z36 in the early hours.

Yoongi was already seated when you entered. The corner of his lip twitched slightly, and he swallowed.

"Ready when you are." He said as you strapped yourself into the seat. There was an awkward ambience in the room.

“As ready as I can be.” You said, releasing the lock and pulling the gears towards you.

So far upfront everything seemed as clear and calm as it could be, but you never knew what lurked in the casted shadows…

“R1-B16 heading towards Z36 Delta zone. Shield green, radar green, machinery yellow, HDC…”

“Green.” You finished.

Keeping log recordings was mandatory for all captains…

Yoongi deactivated the auto and pulled the throttle to max and the ship accelerated rapidly.

You swallowed and tightened your grip on the gears, keeping an alert gaze in front of you and on the radar. So far clear.

The journey was silent, focus consuming any will, need or wish. Occasionally you’d overhear Hope and JK exchange words but aside that the only noise was the white sound coming from the engine.

You’d been going for roughly an hour and would be out of Z36 in about 20 minutes.

“Not much going on here.” You pointed out.

“Better safe than sorry.”

The stiff silence resorted.

“R1-B16 entering F14 Delta zone.” Yoongi logged as you finally left the risk zone. You felt your shoulders relax and you set the HDC to stand by and released the gears. Yoongi set the nav to auto cruise towards the hub and noticeably relaxed. Being on guard was exhausting on the mind.

You exchanged a wordless look as you stood from your seats.

“Good job.” He assured with a nod.

“Same back at you.”

F14 was significantly larger than Z36 and it would take you another night to reach the hub.

You all gathered around the table to eat together and JK explained to you what he’d done all these months to try and keep the ship stable without being able to go into maintenance. Once at the hub he would finally be able to get the status back to green, but he needed a workshop and assistance in order to do so.

“We haven’t been to a hub in forever… you’re the first person we’ve seen aside from each other for months.” Hope said.

“I hope this one has a tattoo shop. I’ve been dying to get something more.” JK expressed. His arm was covered in various art pieces in different sizes including his hand.

“I’ve wanted to get one too.” You added.

“Oh really? What were you considering?” JK asked, curious.

“It’s too soon to tattoo your leg, it’s going to take long for it to heal to that point.” Hope pointed out.

“I’m aware, but I’ve considering inking some other parts for a while now.”

“Where?” JK asked.

“My chest bone.”

Yoongi aimed his gaze to your chest, swallowing a bite.

“I was thinking of a design that traces along it, from about collarbone height down to where my chest ends.”

“It’d look sick all the way up your throat.” JK added.

You nodded your head back and forth, tasting the idea.

“It would actually…”

You were seated on your bed, reading through one of the HDC manuals but struggling to concentrate. Your mind kept returning to Yoongi cupping the side of your throat… his taste still a strong memory.

He’d been oddly silent during dinner and kept for himself most of the day after that… and you should probably talk.

You took a deep breath, sat the manual aside on the side table and stood up to head to Yoongi’s room.

You knocked gently on the door and a few second later he opened the door without a response.

“Can we talk?”

He nodded and stepped aside to let you in, shutting the door behind you.

His room was a lot bigger… captain’s suite of course. A bed, a desk area and a large window. The shelves had numerous books and some personal items on them and you could tell someone actually stayed in this room unlike your own. The same photo that hung in hallway was framed on one of the shelves.

“What’s on your mind?” Yoongi asked, redirecting your attention from the shelves.

“Oh, uhm… I just wanted to talk. You’ve been so quiet today.”

Yoongi let out a gentle sigh and reached to scratch the back of his head.

“Been in my mind a lot today…” He said and took a seat on the bed. You took a seat next to him and scooted back to be able to lean against the wall that the bed was lined up against.

Yoongi was slouched over with his elbows resting on his thighs.

“I’m sorry if I made things weird last night…” He confessed.

“Do you feel weird about it?” You asked.

Yoongi looked over his shoulder towards you. “Only if you do.”

“… I enjoyed it. More than I want to admit.” You confessed. There was a warm tingle to your cheeks as you spoke those words.

He raised his brows briefly, surprised and poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

Something was drawing you to him… and you weren’t the type to resist when something did. On the contrary you wanted to dive right in and explore it all at once and taste every flavour of it.

His gaze was fixed on you over his shoulder while he thought out his response, and it was starting to burn.

“Would you like some more?” He asked, making the tension between you even tighter.

You weren’t quite sure what he meant by more, but you were eager to find out.

“Yes.”

He sat up properly and scooted back to sit up closer to you.

This time he wasn’t breaking eye contact. He reached his hand out and gently traced his finger along your scar.

“It suits you.” He added before slipping his hand around the side of your throat, pulling you towards him.

His lips pressed against yours and without warning he pulled you just a little closer by the neck and slipped his tongue between your lips.

You slipped your fingers into his hair, grabbing onto it gently and accidently making him groan into the kiss. Everything felt so tight and tense within. The kiss became deeper and hungrier, both of you struggling to breathe and Yoongi’s hands began to wander. With each touch the tightness grew more intense. His hand slipped down your throat, down over your breast and groped it firmly, earning a moan. Without breaking away from the kiss he got up further, gently pushing you to lie down as he got on top of you, one hand spreading your left leg so he could lie between them. Still fully clothed, but rock hard he pressed up against you and began to grind firmly. Sending fireworks through your nerves.

His tongue slipped out of your mouth and your lips parted briefly before he made contact with the side of your throat, sucking firmly at the skin as his hips rubbed up against yours. No matter what he did it left you wanting more of him. Everything was unbearably aching.

His lips released from your throat.

“Do you still want more?” He asked, panting heavily “Because I really fucking do.”

“Please.” You pleaded.

“Yes?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“I’ll do anything you want at this point.” He panted.

“Then fuck me.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He smirked and placed another kiss against your throat. His hands landed at your waist, gripping the fabric of your top and pulled it out and up, further up and over your head. His lips returned to yours briefly and with hunger as he reached down to unbuckle your belt and unzip your pants, pushing them down over your hips before his hand slipped in under the hem of your underwear.

“You’re so wet.” He pointed out, visibly even more turned on by the fact. Not that he needed to tell you... You could already tell. His hand reached in further, fingers sliding between your slit, feeling and exploring, rubbing over your clit.

He withdrew his hand and sat back up, pulling your pants down your legs, cautious over your burn. As he sat on his knees, he reached for his own belt, and you sat up to pull his t-shirt up and off. He quickly pulled everything down and off him, exposing his hard erection and returned to his previous position on top of you. Except this time there was no firm bump rubbing up against you. His hand reached up to brush your hair back and his lips pressed against your chest bone, right between your breasts.

“I think that tattoo would look really good on you.” He confessed and pressed his tongue flat against your skin, licking up your chest bone, up your throat to your chin. Your skin was left with a tingling sensation, and you pressed your lips against his, cupping the sides of his face, slipping your tongue between his lips before he got the chance. He grinned and reached down to grab a hold of himself, unable to wait much longer.

The tip of his dick traced up and down your slit a few times before he pushed up against your entrance, pausing for a brief second. He broke free from the kiss, panting. Resting his lips by your ear you heard him let out a deep groan as he pushed into you. You slipped your arms around him, pressing your palms against his upper back. He began to move, thrusting deeply at a gentle rhythm. This was exactly what you needed.

A sultry “Yes” slipped out of you, much to his amusement (and confidence) and he began to thrust a little harder and faster, earning a moan.

“Fuck…You’re so hot.” He confessed, pressing his face into your neck.

“What’s so hot about me?”

“I… ugh. I don’t know. Everything? Mn. Your body is fucking beautiful, but you have this… this radiance. I can’t explain it.” He pulled back further, thrusting in slightly harder.

“It just makes you feel submissive?” You teased.

He cracked up with a soft chuckle. “You got me.”

“You feel so good.”

“Mhm?” He hummed, pushing a little deeper. “Tell me more.”

It was hard to think while he was moving inside you. It felt like the tight feeling was melting away into liquid gold.

“You feel really fucking good.”

“You want more?”

“Mhm.” You nodded.

“Harder? Faster? I’m ready to explode.”

“Yes… please. Just don’t stop.” You pleaded.

His hands ran down your sides and gripped onto your hips and he began to pound into you harder. Both of you were panting heavily. Whimpers, moans and groans slipping out between each breath. It felt so amazing.

You turned your face to the side, catching his darkened gaze as it stared back at you. Lust filled eyes, red cheeks and parted plump lips begging to be sucked on. You moved your hand up to his nape and cupped it, pressing him towards you so could devour that mouth one more time before you’d orgasm. It was easier said than done considering how high on each other you both were and out of breath. It was sloppy, desperate, and Yoongi couldn’t hold it anymore.

A cuss slipped his lips and his weight felt heavier on top of you. His hips moved harder, getting you closer and tighter to your climax.

“You’re squeezing me so tight.” He groaned.

It didn’t take much more, the thread you were hanging onto was dangerously thin and with another deep push you came undone in a wave of ecstasy and relief. In that moment you didn’t care if anyone heard the loud moan that escaped you followed by his name. You were aching and numb but Yoongi gave a single short final thrust before his own strength gave in and he came hard and heavy. A sigh of relief mixed with a deep moan. “Ah fuck…” He let out, burying his face in your neck with a nuzzle and inhaling your scent.

You both remained silent for a moment as you regained your senses and calmed down. Yoongi shifted carefully and pulled out. He rolled onto his back next to you and pulled a hand back through his semi-wet hair.

“That was incredible.”

You nodded silently in agreement, processing the moment. “You get a little deprived now and then.”

“To say the least. The most action you’d get here is crying and jerking off in the shower as therapy. It doesn’t even feel good. It’s just sad.” He confessed with a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “Can’t imagine what it’d be like for you.”

“I had a toy.”

“Ah, all sorted then.”

“A human toy.”

Yoongi pushed himself up on his elbow. “Really?”

“It only happened a few times. There were no feelings. One of my crew members had a thing for being used. It was a little weird, but whatever.”

“Used?” Yoongi questioned curiously.

“I don’t know if it was a full fetish or just a kink, but he enjoyed it… I got tired of it. It lacked passion.”

“Like fucking a toy.” Yoongi added and caressed his hand over your abdomen.

“Pretty much.”

“Dominance.” Yoongi said.

“Huh?”

“You radiate dominance.”

“I think you do too.”

He smirked shyly and laid back down to look up at the ceiling.

That night you slept in Yoongi’s bed.

In the morning you could spot the hub in the near distance, and it appeared to be a large one, much to your relief. It almost felt like arriving to a holiday resort after months of hard work.

You had breakfast together and JK declared that he was 100% sure that there just had to be a tattoo place at the hub.

“Don’t wander off too much when we’re there though… let’s stick together.” Yoongi said in a serious tone, looking down at his plate.

“I need to check the hospital if they have a better ointment for burns and potentially some steroid cream.” Hope pointed out, caring as always.

“Is it healing well?” JK asked.

“It’s getting there slowly. Just trying to avoid infection and keep it clean.” Hope answered for you.

“I want to buy hope a gift.” You said.

“Me!?” He cried out.

“Yes, oh humble doctor Hope, You. You’ve been treating my every wound better than any doctor I’ve ever encountered.”

He looked down smiling. “It’s just my duty…”

“The most important duty.” Yoongi corrected. “Remember when JK’s toenail got infected last month?”

JK yelled something inaudible to try and cover Yoongi’s word. “No! No. We are NOT talking about that trauma.”

“It wasn’t nice.” Hope whispered to you and shook his head.

“Had to amputate his toe.” Yoongi said.

“NO. I have 10 toes.”

“Nine.”

“10!”

“Nine and a half.” Yoongi teased with a grin.

“You’re so annoying.” JK pouted.

“He keeps the 10th toe in a box under his bed.”

JK let out a frustrated cry and slouched down in his chair and you gave him a comforting caress on his muscular back.

Yoongi was seated in the captain’s seat, you by the HDC as you approached the hub. Some smaller vessels were coming in and out from the other side, already showing promising signs that the hub wasn’t abandoned.

“R1-B16 requesting permission to dock.” Yoongi said over the comms.

A few second later a voice responded back. “R1-B16 clear to dock. Gate 4 is ready for you.”

You had your hands behind your head, watching as you approached the gate to dock. The gate was an airlock room, sort of like a garage but with access to maintenance supplies. Most times these hubs were staffed by humans and AI-bots combined and this one clearly was one as you spotted a bot roll its way across the floor in the gate and began to project instructions like left, right, approach and stop. Nifty little bots. Once it showed stop the gate door shut behind you and the bot projected the words “WAIT, AIRLOCK CLOSING”. The door completely shut, and you felt the shift as the gravitational pull tugged the ship down slightly. The little bot projected “WELCOME”.

“Cute.” You pointed out and stood up from your seat. As you walked past Yoongi’s seat you felt something touch your arm.

“Hey.” He said and turned to look back at you. “Stay close, ok? Don’t wander off.” His fingers caressed your hand.

“Ok.” You nodded and headed out.

The ramp of the ship lowered and the 4 of you stepped out. The bot rolled up eagerly and scanned you and you couldn’t resist caressing its head. It let out a whistling sound and “>w<” appeared as its facial expression. The bot’s mission was to protect the ship for you.

You headed out of the gate and down a staircase the lead into the bustling centre of the hub.

“Ok eyes out for a tattoo place now everyone.” JK announced and looped his arm in yours.

“Ok well if you two are heading to get inked, me and Yoongi can go to the hospital during.” Hope suggested.

“How long does it take for the tattoo?” You asked JK.

“Maybe 15 minutes or so, they use laser tech so it’s a lot quicker than back in the day when they used the needle." he said.

"Wait there once you’re done. We’ll meet you there once we’ve been at the hospital.” Yoongi said.

And the 4 of you split into 2.

JK’s face lit up when he spotted the neon sign spelling out the exact words he’d been looking for.

You went in together and were greeted by a bot. JK agreed to get his done first so you could see how it was done. He crossed his arms over his front and pulled his top over his head, revealing numerous pieces of art scattered over his chest, ribs and arms. Along his ribs “R1-B16” was inked, giving you an idea for a second tattoo…

Once JK’s new tattoo was done, it was your turn and you told the artist about your design ideas and he immediately went to work. She held up the laser torch to your throat and began to draw the design, making her way down and between your breasts to the end of your chest bone. You were covering yourself with your hands so JK wouldn’t get gaze access to restricted areas, but he was welcome to watch the artist work on you.

“Looks sick.” He commented as she finished up the final details.

She applied some ointment to your design and then took a hold of your wrist where she quickly and neatly tattooed the name of your previous crew.

“And you’re all done.” She smiled, covered in tattoos herself and gave your wrist a quick rub of ointment.

You walked up to the mirror and checked at the newly done work. It felt like seeing an upgraded version of yourself in the reflection. The intricate design making its way down your throat between your chest and the honouring on your wrist. You pulled your top back on and tucked it back into your cargo pants and right on queue the little entrance bot made a welcoming tune. Yoongi and Hope entered, Hope holding a box of supplies.

“We just finished up.” JK smiled and grabbed the box from Hope without question.

Yoongi’s eyes lingered at your throat, and you could see him swallow as he gave a shy nod.

“Told you it’d suit you.” He said and gestured to his own neck. He was holding back.

JK and Hope went ahead to drop the box off in the ship.

“They’re going to get started on the maintenance check and service… so if there is anything else you want to check out, feel free. I’ll accompany you.” Yoongi said, sliding his hands into his pockets.

The plan was for you to stay at the hub for about 3 days while performing maintenance on the ship and gradually restocking.

There was however something you missed…

“I miss my gun.” You told him. “I want my gun back… and some clothing options would be nice… and a bra.”

“What model did you use?”

“Are you asking for my bra size?”

“Your gun.” He gave a stern look, but his embarrassment was showing in his cheeks.

You chuckled. “I’m messing with you. It was a laser pistol, 88G… I even had it custom painted in metallic purple.”

“Sounds sexy.”

“It was.”

“I’m sure you can find a G88 at the weapon dealers, maybe not a purple but at least something. They’re pretty expensive though.” Yoongi said as the two of you began walking.

Luckily in this world you weren’t tied to a card, so you hadn’t lost your money. Balance was registered on your personal ID number.

You stopped walking as a thought struck.

“… Is your balance even active…. If they think you’re dead?” You asked him in a lowered voice.

“It’s complicated… but so far we’ve gotten away with these.” Yoongi said and fished out a dog tag necklace tucked in his shirt. It was engraved with his ID and the R1 symbol.

“Maintenance and such is obviously covered by the Atlas but other stuff we just hope they have a tab.”

“II guess they trust R1s to pay them back.” That explains why JK casually suggested to put the tattoo fee on his tab… “Whatever you need, I’ll cover it.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“I rarely spend, let me treat you.” You smiled and headed to one of the balance check screens.

You roughly recalled what you had left in your balance but once you input your id and your safe code… the screen lit up with significantly more than you recalled.

“You weren’t kidding…” Yoongi commented.

You swallowed.

The transaction history gave it away and it felt like a heavy pit in your stomach, and you quickly exited the screen.

+ 73,051 INHERITANCE: ID4198TR660 – Deceased

+ 114,599 INHERITANCE: ID5348YY340 – Deceased

+ 98,001 INHERITANCE: ID0411TK781 – Deceased

+ 211,081 INHERITANCE: ID6788HJ002 – Deceased

You bit your lip. “You registered them?”

“Of course we did.”

The surrounding public was stopping you from crying out and gripping onto Yoongi.

But he could tell you were uneasy and gently held his hand secured to your lower back.

“Do you want to head back to the ship?”

You swallowed.

“No… No, I’m ok.” You lied. “I want my gun.”

Of course it wasn’t YOUR gun, but it was the exact same model, metallic silver instead of purple.

“This one good?” The dealer asked, holding it out in his hands.

“Perfect. I’ll take it and the red one. And two packs of refills please.”

You paid and the dealer packed them up in a secure briefcase-like box each and handed them to you.

“If you ever need them serviced, don’t hesitate to stop by.” The dealer said.

“Thank you.”

Yoongi was stood by the entrance, acting like a door guard watching over you.

“I hope you like red.” You said and pressed one of the boxes to his chest.

“Thanks.”

“How come you never had one?” You said and walked with him towards were they sold clothing.

“I never said I never had one, I used to have one. A revolver. It was jet black, but I lost it during our last mission.”

“What about JK and Hope?”

“JK is more of a hands-on and knives guy, Hope has a few. But they’re his and they’re advanced type stuff for combat in field.”

“Riffles?”

Yoongi nodded.

You picked up a pair of better fitting cargo pants, despite the oversized ones being to your liking along with a pair of skin-tight black leggings. A few sports bras, underwear, socks and some tops, a jumper and some holsters and harnesses. A chest one and a thigh one for your gun. Some variation finally and tighter fitted clothing was better for combat and easier to move around in.

“Are you sure you don’t need anything else?” You asked again.

Yoongi shrugged, holding a humble pile of purely boxers.

“Holster?”

“Have one.”

“Fair enough. If you change your mind, we can always come back tomorrow.” You said and went to pay. Yoongi placed his pile on top of yours and the shopkeeper placed it all in a fabric bag.

Once back at the ship the gate bot greeted you with a whistling tune and JK was already up on an elevated platform fixing something on the ship’s exterior.

You headed up the ramp and straight to your room and stripped out of your clothing. You placed it in a pile in the bathroom to wash later and unpacked the new items into your drawers, already forgetting about Yoongi’s boxers.

You placed them on the bed to hand to him later and put on a new set of underwear. Thanked the space lords for finally bestowing a bra upon you and pulled on the tight leggings, the thigh holster and the jumper. The gun case was resting on the bed.

You opened it eagerly, the stainless-steel reflecting from the light. It was light weight but powerful. You secured all parts of it, locked it and slid it into the holster on your thigh.

Things finally began to feel a bit more familiar again.

You grabbed the pile of boxers and headed back out. You knocked on Yoongi’s door but there was no response so you took the freedom to step in.

The brand new gun case was placed on his desk.

You placed the pile of boxers on his bed and headed back out again. Where was he?

He wasn’t in the kitchen or in the front either.

You headed into the infirmary and found Hope packing out the large box.

“Oh hey.” He looked up with a found smile. “New fit?”

“Finally.” You smiled.

“Oh! Good thing you’re here. They had both the ointment and the cream.” He said cheerfully and reached for the two tubes placed next to the box.

"Three times a day.” He said. “Third time, come to me. I’ll clean it and check on it.”

“Thanks Hope.”

He patted you shoulder encouragingly.

“Have you seen Yoongi?”

“He headed back into the hub again.”

“Alone?”

“He said he’d be back soon. Maybe getting some food stock for dinner. It’s been a while since we had something fresh.” He didn’t appear worried.

If he was going to head out and buy more stuff he could’ve have your ID instead of putting more things on his tab… Once he unlocked his account again he’d most likely be in dept once all the tab payment requests came flooding.

“If you need anything just let me know Hope, I have access to my balance and I don’t want you all going into tab dept.”

“I appreciate the offer.” He smiled. You should get him a thank you gift for helping you with your wounds… A quest for tomorrow. The hub was so large it felt like you’d barely seen half of it today.

You got back out on the ramp again to check on JK and gave him the same offer if he needed anything. The little gate bot rolled up to you and you asked it to list what the Hub offered.

The list was overwhelming to say the least… there was even a pleasure centre open at “night hours”. Weaponry, clothing, tools and gadgets, food markets and stalls, the tattoo place, even a hairdresser. Nightclub, gambling tent, pleasure centre, bar, bot shop and the list kept going on.

“I’d get a bot if it was as cute as you.” You said and caressed its round head, making the ^w^ face appear again.

After a while Yoongi returned. Hope was correct with his assumption.

You were servicing the HDC and running system checks to make sure everything was good since it hadn’t been used in a while. JK said he would be checking the exterior of the HDC too. As the last scan came back good, Yoongi entered behind you.

“I went to get some fresh stock. Thought we’d celebrate being able to get here thanks to you… and celebrate our new crew member.” His tone was shy.

“I thought you said we shouldn’t go out into the hub alone.”

“I said you shouldn’t.” He clarified and stepped in front of you on the chair. He noted your change of clothing and his eyes did a quick travel up and down.

“How come? You made me think this hub was sketchy or that you were a wanted criminal or something.”

“Aren’t all defectors wanted?”

“Touché.”

“Didn’t want you to get lost or kidnapped I guess, maybe I’m a bit overprotective.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest and leaned against the control panel.

“What would I do if you got kidnapped though?”

“Why would anyone kidnap me? I’m registered as deceased. My kidnapper would be so disappointed to find all my funds blocked. “

“You could pretend to be a ghost there to haunt them.”

Yoongi let out a soft snort, the corners of his mouth twisting into a shy smile.

“With my funds blocked I wouldn’t be able to bail you out if you got into trouble either. They don’t do tabs for prison custody.”

“Damn… I was planning to commit arson tomorrow. You’ve ruined my plans now.”

After what was perhaps the most delicious food you’ve had in years you retreated to your room.

You unclasped the holster and placed it with the gun on the shelf and took a seat on the bed to unlace your boots. You leaned back against the wall with a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

You felt hopeful, but you still had questions you wanted the answers to… You sat with your thoughts for a while when a knock at your door interrupted you.

“Yeah?” You called out.

For some reason you didn’t expect it to be Yoongi, but it was. He’d just showered by the looks of it, hair still wet, fresh comfy clothes and all. Black sweats and a black Tee to be exact.

“You here to ask if I’ll bail you out for your crimes?” You asked.

He chuckled. “I have some crimes you could deal with if you like.” He said and sat down next to you on the bed.

“I knew you were a criminal Yoongi. What did you do?” The sound of his own name made him react with shyness.

“I asked someone to take their clothes off so I could get a proper look at their new tattoo.”

“So you’re trespassing my clothing now?”

“Didn’t I do that last night too?... I trespassed a whole lot I’d say.”

You slipped your arms out of the sleeves and pushed the jumper up over your head followed by the sports bra. At first your chest seemed to have his full attention but then he shifted closer and tilted your chin up to get a better view.

He nodded approvingly as his eyes studied the ink, slowly travelling down and tracing his finger along it, causing you to shiver and your nipples to harden.

“How come you don’t have any ink?” You asked him.

“Who said I didn’t? Maybe you didn’t look close enough last night.” He said in a low tone, almost a whisper.

He traced down to the end of the tattoo. “Beautiful.” He commented and reached to gently pinch you left nipple.

“Do you actually have one?” You asked, caressing his wrist.

“You even touched it.”

“I have some more trespassing to do.”

“Mmn, agree.” He said, cupping your breast.

He was grinning, clearly amused by something.

“What?”

“It’s just… it’s literally huge. But to be fair… you only ever saw my front last night.”

“Your dick?”

He leaned his head back and laughed.

His hand cupped your nape, pulling you closer.

“You’re funny you.” He whispered.

“It felt big.”

“Compliment accepted.” He said and let go of your nape. He sat up further and turned his back to you. He pulled his Tee up and off, exposing his muscular back and the huge dragon tattoo swirling up along his spine.

“Holy fuck…” You touched your fingers to the head of the dragon and traced along it’s body to it’s tail. “It’s beautiful.”

“Thanks.” He said, shy tone returned.

“Any more?”

He nodded.

“More!?” You repeated eagerly.

He stood up from the bed, still turned away from you and reach down to his right leg, tugging the sweats up over his calf, revealing another.

A koi.

“You have a thing for scales?”

“The fish is because I’m a Pisces, but the koi fit the theme with the dragon.” He explained.

“Is your Chinese sign a dragon?” You asked.

Yoongi sat back down on the bed again. “No, but I have that too.”

“A third tattoo?”

“No.” He shook his head.

“What’s your Chinese sign then?”

“Rooster.”

You paused briefly before it clicked.

“Please leave my room.”

Yoongi laughed. “I’m sorry.”

You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle too.

“You brought it up first.” He pointed out.

“Yeah I did… last night.”

“Ok, I’m leaving.” He stood up but was stopped by your hand on his wrist.

“You set me up with that one. I had to.”

You were both blushing but grinning widely.

He sat back down again.

“Sex, guns and laughter? You’re spoiling me.” He said and brushed a hand through his wet hair. It looked good, slicked back like that.

You shrugged… clearly the two of you had a connection. You clicked. Yoongi reached for your hand and caressed his thumb over your knuckles softly.

“I’ll leave if you want to be alone… but I’m here if you need me.”

“I want you.” You corrected.

He smiled shyly.

You swung your leg over his, placing your hands on his shoulders as you straddled him.

He looked at you with a surprised expression, hands finding your hips.

“But we’re doing it like this tonight.” You said and cupped his face. Your lips pressed against his firmly and his hands slid from your hips to your butt, squeezing gently. This was going to become a routine.

“I want to lick along your tattoo so bad.”

“Hope will kill you if you infect it.”

He scoffed. “Some things are worth dying for.”

He pressed his lips to the side of your throat, cautiously avoiding the raw skin and his hands slipped back up. His fingers gently traced along your spine, sending shivers throughout your body and on their way back down he slid them in under the hem of your pants and underwear.

You reached between you, tugging the hem of his sweats down without much success. Impatient, you stood on your knees and tugged your own down along with your panties, slipping your legs out one at the time and tossing them to the floor together. Yoongi quickly tugged his sweats down to his thighs, kicking them off to reveal his veiny erection.

You sat back down again and reached your hand around his dick, stroking it gently and pressing your lips to his again. He groaned against them, hands coming to squeeze your hips as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue in. His hands struggled to stay still and one slipped down the curve of your behind and between your thighs, touching where you were aching the most. Without warning he eased two of his fingers in gently, making the ache even worse.

He pulled away from the kiss, slightly out of breath. “If I’m as big as you claim, I better warm you up a little first.” He teased.

“I enjoy a good stretch.” You said, squeezing him tighter in your hand, making him let out another groan. You were going to have the upper hand here.

“But you feel so warm and soft.” He teased and scissored his fingers, causing your wetness to leak down his hand. He smiled with satisfaction.

His fingers curled and you squirmed, clenching tighter around his fingers but cursing under your breath.

“If you keep doing that I’m going to come.”

“I want you to.” He smirked and curled his fingers in a faster rhythm, making you moan.

“Not yet.”

His motion stopped and he slipped his fingers out, slipping them in between his lips instead. His expression spoke the words “I can do whatever I want”.

You placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed back up on your knees to get as close to him as possible. His eyes studied your face eagerly and he slipped his fingers back out slowly and wrapped his arm around your waist. The other reached behind and he grabbed himself for you.

You eased lower, his tip poking at your entrance and pushed down. The feeling of him slipping in was filling and stretching. He leaned his head back in pleasure and ran his hands up your thighs with a deep sigh as you pushed down all the way, clenching him tightly. You swayed your hips from side to side, adjusting to his size and driving him crazy.

Your hands cupped the sides of his neck, his slipping down over your butt and you began to move. His hands held you firmly, directing your movements as you bounced, head still leaned back, but gaze on your new tattoo.

“You’re amazing.” He said in a daze.

“Hm? How does it feel?” You asked, leaning in closer.

“So damn tight and wet.” He groaned, voice huskier than before.

You pressed your hand against the front of his throat, pinning him back against the wall with his face tilted up. He grinned.

“You like this, captain?” You teased, moving deeper and harder.

“Yeah.” He panted.

“How much.”

“You’ll be able to tell real soon.” His voice was strained.

You ran your hand down over his chest and his hand reached in between you and a strong finger pressed against your clit. A whimper escaped you when he added pressure and began to rub it. Real soon he said… he wasn’t joking.

His thighs were flexed, teeth biting down into his lower lip, finger pressing firmer and faster. No sounds other than your heavy breathing and the wet skin to skin sound. You were reaching your breaking point as his finger pushed you closer to the edge. Everything tightening and tensing before the wave of pleasure took over in a pulsing tight squeeze.

“Ah, fuck.” He groaned, removing his finger and wrapping his arms around your waist squeeze tight, pressing you down on him deep as he throbbed and came.

He looked up at you with dark eyes, lips parted and cheeks pink. You grabbed his face and kissed him. His hands ran up your back, holding you close to him.

The next night you snuck into his room. Immediately as you entered his lips crashed against yours, pinning you back against the door. His hands eagerly undressed you and then himself, leaving your clothes at the door. He picked you up, carried you to his bed, his lips attacking the side of your throat rougher than the previous nights. Your back fell to the bed and he climbed on top, grabbed your knees, spreading your legs apart for him and shifted down.

His lips pressed against your clit, hands keeping your thighs spread wide. His tongue exploring and licking with no mercy. The surprise of intense pleasure making you arch your back and scream out a loud moan. Your hands grabbed his hair, making him groan and look up at you.

“You.” He grinned and climbed up over you, elbows by either side of your head.

“Fine, you win tonight.” You panted.

“Win? I didn’t know we were competing.” He kissed your nose. “You called me captain yesterday. I’m just reminding you that I am.” His gaze was dark.

“You look amused.” He pointed out.

“I am.”

His expression grew serious.

“Show me what you got then captain.”

He pressed his nose to your temple. “I’ll show you so good, you won’t be able to leave my side tomorrow unless I carry you.” He pressed a kiss to your ear.

“I’m intrigued.” You smirked.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

He pressed his palms firmly to your inner thighs, pushing you apart even more before positioning himself. He traced your slit with his tip a few times before pressing against your entrance and pushing in furiously slow. Making you feel the stretch by each millimetre. Definitely intended to tease you thought but once all the way he began to thrust deeply right away… and hard.

You wrapped your arms around him, more to hold onto anything for support as he went hard. Your hands pressed against the dragon on his back. His lips found back to your neck, sucking and kissing roughly as he focused deep.

“This is just warm up.” He whispered between the kisses. His hand came up to grope your breast and you let out a moan.

The deep pressure was building up fast, keeping quiet was going to be hard… Little whimpers escaped you with each deep thrust, much to his delight when suddenly he broke the pressure and your orgasm took over, making you whimper even louder as you squeezed him tight.

“Good.” Was all he said and pushed up to pull out. He paused and grinned. “I’ve got you all creamy.”

He flipped you over onto your stomach and you could feel his weight get on top of you, he thrusted back in from behind, overwhelming your body with pleasure. Your heart was in your throat, he was already going fast and hard, groaning loudly as he took you. His hands squeezed your sides and he hummed deeply by your ear.

“Bet your little toy never did this to you.”

“He could never…” You grinned, resting you chin against your hands.

He thrusted a few more times, grunting with each before pushing himself up against you firmly and deeply, thigh trembling and with a sharp thrust he let out a deep moan as he came. He rode it out gently before pulling out.

You rolled back onto your back independently before he could flip you over, tugging him down on top of you for a heated tongue kiss. His hands travelled up your outer thighs, pressing them to him so you’d wrap your legs around his waist. Carefully, without breaking the kiss he lifted you up, walked over to his desk and lied you back down on it.

He grabbed your ankles, placing them over his shoulder and held a hand to your hip, the other guiding him back in again.

“You’re wild tonight.” You smirked.

“Are you enjoying it?” He asked, pushing back in all the way with ease.

“I’m feeling like a queen.”

He smiled shyly and placed his other hand on your hip as well, squeezing gently to hold you stable as he began to move.

“I’ve been enjoying myself a lot more since we got you onboard.” He snapped his hips harder.

“So, I’m welcome to stay?”

“You don’t have a choice.”

You could feel something leak down your slit as he worked his hips against you, it felt slick so you could guess what it was. You gazed into his eyes and they were watching you back intensely. The tips of his hair were wet from the sweat forming on his forehead and his skin was glowing.

Suddenly a knock was heard on the door, startling you both.

“Who is it?” Yoongi called out, trying to sound calm.

It was Hope’s voice responding, asking if Yoongi had seen you. “We’ve been looking all over the ship and she isn’t in her room.” JKs voices added.

Your heart grew panicked.

“That’s because she’s in here with me.” Yoongi called out and you slapped you hand over your mouth.

He nodded for you with a stern look to say something.

“I’ll be out when we’ve finished talking!”

“Ok!” You could hear the smile in his voice and the sounds of footsteps fading.

“That was the most terrifying moment in my life.” You whispered.

“Why?” Yoongi asked, carefully returning to his rhythm.

“Mn- because what if they would’ve- come in?”

“So?”

“They would’ve seen us.”

“So?” He repeated, feeling up one of your thighs.

“Wouldn’t it be embarrassing?”

“For them perhaps, I have nothing to feel ashamed of.” He smirked. “Neither do you.” He kissed your leg. His rhythm was slow and deep. “I’m almost a little jealous… You’re being treated by Hope, JK is dragging you around to get tattoos with him and I… I’m taking care of your needs.”

“I’d like to claim that we’re taking care of each other’s needs.”

“Agreed.” He confessed and began to thrust a little faster. “I very much agree.” His grip on you tightened, the sound of wet skin slapping echoing in the room. To say he took care of your needs was an understatement. In all the years you’d been active in the combat unit, you’d never been satisfied like this, over and over and over again. It was also helping you take your mind off things. The tightening feeling was returning and you could tell you were close to come undone again, Yoongi too.

He was becoming more vocal again, panting heavily and moaning as he felt you tighten up and grip him again. He focused deeper, going harder, building up and even tighter tension, fingers digging into your hips as he finished you both off. The tightness snapped, he buried himself deeper with a load groan. You orgasmed. He came.

You took a moment to calm down and Yoongi carefully pulled out and helped you down from his desk. As you stood up you felt unexpectedly lightheaded and held onto Yoongi for support until it got better. He gathered your clothes up and placed them on the bed and sat down next to them. You reached for your underwear, turned away and bent over slightly to step back into them when you heard Yoongi stutter. You looked over your shoulder, pulling your panties up over your hips.

He was hiding his grin with his fist.

“What?”

“Saw something hot, don’t mind me.”

“Who, me?”

“Yes, with something oozing out of you.”

You scoffed, smiling shyly and tossed his top towards him playfully.

You were seated on the table in the infirmary. Hope was carefully cleaning your burn with some disinfectant and being gentle as always.

“Are you feeling ok?” He asked, applying some more disinfectant to the cotton pad.

“It doesn’t sting too bad.”

“Hmm, well aside the burn. Your bruise seems to be staring to fade now at least.” He said and gently touched your temple.

“Aside the burn… I haven’t really had time to think about the though stuff. So these past days I’ve felt more like myself again... A little.”

Hope smiled sweetly and poured some ointment in his gloved palm. “That’s good to hear.”

“Hope, can I ask you something?” You asked after a brief pause.

“Of course!” He shone up and began applying the ointment.

“If it’s too sensitive don’t bother answering… but what actually happened on your last mission?”

Hope let out a soft sigh. “Our crew was cut short, to word it less dramatic...” He said and gently rubbed. “We were going into one of the bases of the higher order to take them down. It was all a part of a bigger attack to regain territory of the K12 zone. Combat unit was busy serving as a distraction for our infiltration and it didn’t go as planned.” He poured out some more ointment in his palm.

“What happened?”

“Well, we did the same tactic we’ve always done. Stealth shield, get into one of the gates. JK would deactivate the bot system and work from the ship on taking down the servers. I’d keep watch outside with 2 of the others and Yoongi would take the lead with 2. Find the control room, kill anyone you see on the way, kill everyone in the control room. Deactivate all systems then we’d head back to ship and get out as soon as we can and…”

“Blow it up?”

Hope nodded. “A massive firework. Just as impressive each time… But it didn’t go to plan…” You could tell the topic was heavy for him. “They must’ve known of the R1 unit, there would be no other way they could’ve seen us coming it… I’ll never forget the sight… Their eyes were still open when I saw them. Only for a second because I had to run… but a second was enough you know?” His lip trembled as he pulled off his gloves. “Yoongi headed in first, they took the two with him down immediately and he ran back to stop me and the others. They struck him in his calf, but he grabbed me, I was nearest. Told me to get out and I turned, seeing them on the floor… two more shots and the people with me fell like… like ragdolls. Yoongi took a shot in the back trying to get me out and we made it out back to the ship. I had to carry Yoongi the rest of the way, he was almost out and JK came to help and we got out of there as fast as we could and…. And we thought we’d blow it up but we couldn’t because our HDC pilot he… was there on the floor… like a ragdoll. So we just got out as fast as we could… I treated Yoongi. JK drove us out of the zone… The Atlas assumed they got us all.”

You caressed Hope’s shoulder reassuringly. “I still see my crew’s bodies in my nightmares… lying in the scraps in the most unnatural ways… I could swear that my co-pilot spine was snapped in half based on how she was posed.”

Hope let out a long sigh.

“Do you have any recollection of who shot you? Potential target practice for you if we ever stumbled upon those bastards.”

“I’ve begun to remember a bit more of what happened, but I don’t remember who. I recall the ship being chased for a long time before they opened fire.”

“Maybe one of the sniper jets of the higher order?” Hope suggested.

“Possibly. I doubt I’ll remember any details. But that’s probably what it was.” You said, yet a feeling of doubt lingered in your mind.

“They’re the most dangerous… but usually they go for specific targets. Sort of like hitmen.”

“They had many reasons to go after us.” You said, unaware of your own words. It was almost like your muscle memory of the phrase stepped in for you.

“What would that be?”

As Hope asked… the puzzle pieces in your brain suddenly fell into place again.

You looked up at him.

He was wrapping your leg with gauze and met your eyes.

“They had reasons… to go after us.” Your smile was wide, like you’d just realized something so absurd it wasn’t believable.

“Who?” Hobi asked.

You brushed your hair back, resting your hand on top of your head. “The fucking Atlas.” You laughed, memories falling back into place like you’d just stepped under a waterfall of them.

“The… The Atlas shot you down?” Hope asked, stunned.

“Yeah, it sounds as unbelievable as it feels… I remember it all now. The fucking Atlas.” You felt you anger grow. You stepped down from the table in the infirmary and headed out to find Yoongi.

Hope hurried after you, concerned and confused.

“Yoongi!” You called out, storming down the hallway into the main room of the ship where Yoongi and JK were seated. He stood up and approached you.

“She says... the Atlas shot her down.” Hope stuttered. Yoongi looked at you with a serious expression.

“I need you to take down the Atlas for me.” You said sternly.

JK appeared equally confused and shocked.

“The Atlas… shot your ship down?” Yoongi questioned, sounding doubtful.

“It was the Atlas.” You looked into his dark eyes, your words strong with confidence.

“Do you remember what the ship looked like?” He asked, treating the question like a sensitive trigger point.

“Yes.” You refused to break eye contact. “And I’m going to kill everyone on board of that fucking ship.”

You studied the confused faces looking at you, realizing that they didn’t know what you knew.

“The Atlas signed a secret deal with the higher order, nobody was meant to know, but my crew got a hold of the documents and that’s why they shot us down. We were going to expose them. Hope, those who warned the base about you coming was the Atlas. It was all the Atlas!”

Yoongi leaned against the table for support while he tried to process.

“It bothers me how it makes sense… but what was the deal?” Yoongi said, his expression strained.

“They signed to assassinate everyone among the defectors who had previous connections with the higher order. The Atlas believed they were spies and the higher order was in on it knowing they’d just be eradicating their main concern of ex insiders leaking their secrets for them. They fooled them but The Atlas didn’t want to risk anything.”

Yoongi slammed his fist into the table.

“Fuck!” He screamed.

“Someone on your crew must’ve had previous connections…”

“Yeah, it’s me.” Yoongi growled and slammed the table again. Your eyes went wide.

“How?”

“My father was a unit official, I trained to join the pilot force and defected when I was 16.” He muttered… They never assumed that we failed, they assumed that they succeeded.” He slammed the table again.

“And they were going to kill all of us for that?” JK added.

“Apparently.” Yoongi snapped and aimed to punch the table again, but you grabbed his wrist.

“Your knuckles are already bruised enough.”

He pulled his wrist free and cupped your face with both his hands. “I promise you I’m going to kill every single fucker onboard the Atlas, you hear me?”

Hope looked with wide eyes, likely questioning if he was currently dreaming.

“Not without me, you’re not.”

Yoongi grinned, put he was clearly enraged.

“JK, check the radar history from the day of the crash. Hope, close the ramp. I’m getting us out of here first thing in the morning.”

It felt weird going to bed that night.

Your crew’s final mission would be fulfilled. You caressed the tattoo on your wrist.

But Yoongi used to be a part of the higher order?

Your head was spinning with thoughts and adrenaline.

Did Yoongi actually have feelings for you…? You’d be fine with it just being a benefit thing but… thinking back it probably wasn’t a sole benefit for him… You shook your head, tossed and turned.

Suddenly your door opened carefully and Yoongi stepped in wordlessly and got in under the covers behind you. Had you been thinking hard enough to the point of accidently summoning him?

He slipped his arm around your waist.

“I just wanted to make sure you don’t hate me.” He whispered, sounding slightly calmer than before. But anxious.

You looked over your shoulder.

“Why would I hate you?”

He shrugged. “My past or the fact that I wanted to seek out the Atlas for all the wrong reasons…”

“You didn’t know... and I didn’t remember.”

“I could’ve figured it out.”

“No, you couldn’t. We got it leaked to us from an inside source close to the Atlas.”

He squeezed you tighter.

“… I’m scared.” He whispered. “I don’t want to lose any more people…” He kissed your nape… confirming one of your thoughts.

You reached for his hand and held it up to your face. It was bruised badly.

“Why would you hurt yourself like this…” You sighed.

“Did I scare you?”

“Yes. I care about you.”

You could feel him sigh against your nape and he nuzzled the back of your head softly. “Promise you won’t leave me then…”

“Can I ask you a question first?” You looked over your shoulder again, still holding his hand.

“Mn?”

“Are you in love with me?”

“… I think so.”

You stood with JK looking through the radar history together. Yoongi was still asleep when you woke up and you left him to rest a little longer.

“This is from about 26 minutes before we got the mayday.” JK said and pointed towards the list. “So if this is your ship, this must be the Atlas… which is odd.” He inhaled deeply and his brows narrowed.

“Odd in what way?”

JK shrugged. “I’d assume they’d have some sort of radar blocker or shield. Unless it’s a cover up.”

“A cover up?”

“Basically if you look up the radar id it’s just show up as your common random ship rather than what it actually is. A fake radar code basically. Rather than not showing up at all you appear as something seemingly innocent.” JK explained and sat down by the computer.

“I’ll assume we can’t track the cover up code?”

JK shook his head. “No. If it is a cover up, it would change radar id in a regular timeframe to remain untraceable.” He explained while opening some program. “However… I know how to trace the hidden data within the code… and that doesn’t change.” He began to move his fingers across the keyboard. “Unless they have something blocking it but I’ve seen this pattern before…. It should be possibly… but it’ll take a while.”

You looked with fascination as rivers of code flooded down the monitor and JK’s eyes studying across them like a foreign language he spoke fluently, talking to him in text.

In the same moment Hope entered, dressed in his normal attire, and rubbing a towel to his damp hair.

“JK in the zone.” He sang out. “You’re not going to get through to him now.”

Clearly true, you got up and headed into the front of the ship, claiming your seat by the HDC.

You looked down at your nails, poking back the cuticles aimlessly. It was a restless habit you’d have for as long as you could remember. You’d come to prefer not being along with your thoughts these days, simply because it was easier not thinking about the tangled mess going on in your head. It was like avoiding the elephant in the room, except this one was in your head and a professional contortionist. Processing everything… it still felt like a dream. And on top of it all, everything had changed so rapidly. Sure it was positive, you liked it on board the R1 but it had gone past so fast it felt like speed blindness had blurred everything along the way. Now with your memory back, it felt like your awareness had finally caught up to the speed… and Yoongi. Suddenly there was Yoongi. It almost felt too good to be true. Being happy or grateful for what had become out of the awful traumatic experience…. It felt forbidden in a way. You wanted to feel relief, happiness… everything was suddenly exciting again, there was meaning. But there was a fog of guilt spreading among it all.

You didn’t doubt that your crew wanted what was best for you and likely wished for you to be happy and would be happy for you if they knew where you were now but it felt… strange… it felt unfair. Like stealing the apples from somebody else’s tree, except the tree was your own and you had all rights to eat the apples…

A hand brushed against your shoulder gently.

“Are you ok?” Yoongi asked, appearing out of thin air like he’d been summoned again.

“Just… a bit overwhelmed.” You confessed. There was no point in hiding or pretending.

Yoongi reached for your forearm and took a gentle hold of it. “Come.” He said, pulling gently at it as he sat in the captain’s seat. “Come sit.” He repeated, patting his thigh with his other hand.

You got up and sat sideways across his lap. He pulled you up further against him and held you to his chest. He didn’t say much, just held you tight and ran his hand up and down your back soothingly. Giving you a safe space to cry if you needed to but not tears were coming to the surface.

You inhaled his scent and it had an oddly soothing and grounding effect on your state of mind. Comforting so to say…

You felt a soft kiss against your head and in that moment you felt pretty sure that you we’re probably falling in love with him too…

The nebula looked so unreal it felt like flying through a virtual art piece.

JK was still working on dismantling the code but he’d managed to narrow down the direction, so unless they’d completely gone off course the past days you could at least cruise in the direction of the zone they were likely in. Hope was trying to figure out the Atlas ship’s layout, comparing various blueprints to best plan your attack.

“Should we just launch at the ship?” You asked, breaking the long silence.

“It’s the easiest, but the best would probably be to go in and take them out… claim the ship. Get access to the systems and documents…”

“Who knows what they have on board that ship that we don’t know honestly…”

“Extra-terrestrial body parts in jars.”

“I sure hope not, that’s vial.” You said, gripping the gears tighter.

“My expectations are low, but my expectations to find more fucked up stuff is high. That’s why I don’t want to destroy the vessel.” Yoongi expressed.

“… maybe your guess isn’t too far off.”

“Cyborgs.” He mumbled, making you laugh out loud. This really wasn’t the time to laugh but… humour served as a coping mechanism.

“If they have a bot… I’m taking it. I want a pet.”

“JK could reprogram it for you, it might be hostile to us otherwise.”

“A bot? Hostile towards me? The bot at the hub loved me.”

“They’re designed like that.”

“Like what?”

“To love you.”

“So, you’re a bot?”

Yoongi was stunned.

“… beep.” He said, unenthusiastically.

“That’s bot for what?”

“Shut up.” He muttered, smiling shyly.

“You done?” JK’s voice startled you both. “I cracked it.” He said, looking both euphoric and exhausted at the same time. He held up a paper of his notes with various codes written with lines and figures and calculations.

“They’re in the K12 zone.”

“Fuck.” Yoongi sighed.

“The K12? Wasn’t that-“ You questioned and JK nodded mid-sentence.

“We should probably hurry.” Yoongi said and pushed some buttons at the panel. “JK tell Hope to get seated, we’re going full blaster.”

This was risky… extremely risky.

If the Atlas found out they didn’t take down the full crew… they’d become targets. Wanted. The holo-screens at the hub would show their photos with who knows how high of a reward listed below.

Since the attempt to claim the K12 it’d become sort of a grey zone, in control of whoever was there with most vessels. A conflict zone, but not an active war zone… you couldn’t really zoom past a higher order vessel expecting nothing to happen… both stuck to their own end of the zone if they had to go into it.

After about an hour at max throttle, you reached the border of the K12. You gripped the gear tighter, shifted in your seat and concentrated on the view ahead.

“Shield activated?”

“Shield activated.”

“Let’s find these fuckers.”

So far not a single vessel had been seen… except the one ominous dot on the radar screen. Ahead it was out of sight, but you were getting closer and closer.

A part of you just wanted to make it easy for yourself and blow it up. Just flipping the switch and sending a heavy projectile towards it. Just like they had.

“It’s similar to our ship… but it’s a different layout within.” Hope pointed out as the small spec made itself apparent among the nebula.

JK and Hope were stood between you and Yoongi, watching cautiously.

There was anxiety and tension in the air. You swallowed.

“If a see as much as a mere flinch, I’m firing the projectile. I’m not risking it.” You announced.

“You shouldn’t need, they’re cruising. They don’t know we know it’s them.” Yoongi said.

“Probably why they have a ship like ours…” Hope added.

“I was expecting something bigger, maybe they have a hub of their own somewhere.” JK pointed out.

“Now that’s something I’d want the coordinates for… and that’s likely available in their data.” Yoongi said, setting the ship to a casual cruise in a speed slightly higher than the Atlas.

You’d never seen or participated in an infiltration mission prior to this… and it felt weird. It felt so obvious… how couldn’t they notice the ship docking to theirs?

“The scan says 3 people onboard.” JK reported. “It’s an easy take out.”

“Any bots to watch out for?” You asked.

JK checked the scan again. “Only a service bot, it doesn’t pose a threat.”

“Docking.” Yoongi announced.

Your heart was beating rapidly.

“I’ll disable the locks.” JK said.

Hope touched your shoulder. “Gear up, we’ll head in first.”

“No, you won’t.” Yoongi interrupted. “I’ll go first. JK gather anything and everything, disable the main power units. Cause a blackout.”

There was a gentle jolt as the ship docked and JK immediately got onto the computer again, typing rapidly. No wonder the R1 were elites….

Yoongi took the lead, holding his new gun, followed by you and Hope.

The dock port clicked and Yoongi unhatched the heavy door. You climbed in the already blacked out vessel. In the distance you heard voices, muffled speech about “not again” “check the fuse”.

A vague red emergency strip was your only source of light and you stayed close to the walls. Hope leaned in by your ear. “Stick ahead, I’ll cover behind you. Follow Yoongi.” He whispered and the three of you spaced out slightly in distance.

You caught Yoongi’s eyes briefly at a corner as the red light pulsated in intensity.

There was a scrambled sound, a click and Yoongi was aiming. Before the man had a chance to say a sound, he received a shot between his eyebrows and fell lifeless to the ground. 1 down.

You followed his lead, carefully stepping over the pool of red that had formed on the ground.

At the next intersection of the hallway Yoongi took a left, but you hesitated. Yoongi’s look was stern, gesturing for you to come his way. But you needed one kill. The adrenaline was taking over and Yoongi couldn’t have forgotten already that you were the captain of a combat ship. You took a left.

You didn’t care if this caused him distress right now.

It appeared to be their kitchen. Hope got in behind you. You snuck through the empty kitchen, not a sound was heard at this point… the other two must be in the steering unit…

You headed out with Hope, into the main space where you spotted Yoongi again on the other side of the room, pressed against the wall. He mouthed “wait there.” And pointed the tip of his gun towards one of the doors closer to you and Hope.

You waited a few minutes but it felt like an eternity before the other crew members grew frustrated.

“How long does it check to fix a damn fuse!?” One questioned from inside and suddenly the door swung open in front of the two of you. You moved quick, Yoongi tracked behind the other crew member as you and Hope went in.

Without hesitation you aimed your gun at the back of the head of the person in the captain’s seat and shot. “Go help Yoongi.” You told Hope, lowering your gun and pulling the now lifeless body out of the seat to take her place at the controls and pulling the ship to a halt.

Hearing shots was always hard when you didn’t know where they came from. But to your relief, Yoongi and Hope returned within a minute.

“Too fucking easy.” Yoongi scoffed.

“JK you can boot it back up.” Hope spoke into the radio strapped to his harness.

The lights came back on, revealing the splats of red across the control monitor. Hope kneeled to inspect the body, placing his fingers by the neck confirming the state.

Yoongi’s chest was moving rapidly, out of breath from the beating rush within.

“You know what?” Yoongi asked, getting your and Hope’s attention. “We’re the new Atlas now.” He stated, pulling his hair back. “We’re leading the defectors from now on.”

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