#are you a sinking ship becaus i really want to go down on you

[nexyra]

I got an ask for Qrow Branwen so here it comes !

My fav ship(s) for the character

I think my favorite ships for Qrow are Cloqwork and Fair Game ! Cloqwork lacked screentime in terms of canon content of course, but I love the potential here. I also have a things for shipping the sad men together xD There are a lot of REALLY great Cloqwork fanfics out there and I love seeing people write about these two <3 It's in the details but I think there's something interesting here. With Qrow who is convinced to be a curse, who came from such a harsh background... And with Ozpin who is so convinced of humanity's inherent goodness and that anyone deserves a chance. At the same time they're both very complicated people who I think would interact in cool ways. Ozpin is wise but does have a mischievous streak that I think also helped in making them both get along. Qrow is much more perceptive than he appears and that's also good for dealing with someone as secretive as Ozpin.

Fair Game also had a very good start ! The relationship was admittedly a bit tilted toward Qrow's recovery in the show, but they were nice to see together. Clover was perceptive & caring as well as patient. All great qualities for a relationship with Qrow, who has a hard time breaking down his walls and a shot mental health. At the same time, Atlas is very professional, straight-to-the-point and I think Qrow is a real breath of fresh hair in that environment. He brings a different viewpoint to the table, he's very loyal & caring and it's clear that his sass amused Clover greatly. We didn't get to learn enough about him, but Clover's VA hinted that Clover's trust was a fragile thing and he wasn't a fan of showing vulnerability. Qrow, who gives everything he has in all his relationships, would have been a great balm for that uncertainty. So yeah !

My least favorite ship(s) for the character

There are, of course, any & all ships between Qrow & the kids or Qrow & Salem's team. But outside of these obvious "nope", I'll have to go with Jailbirds. This is COMPLETELY personal but I have a really hard time liking Robyn's character as of V7 end/V8 so I'm barely interested in her dynamic with Qrow. I did appreciate her talking down Qrow from revenge because he was only doing it for his own sake but... That's about it. I find her way too abrasive (hidden behind her shiny Robinhood looks). And whereas Clover (imo) was pretty good at getting Qrow to face his issus head-on & building him up, I feel like Robyn relies more on humour & deflection... Which is an art Qrow is already acquainted with, and not the best coping mechanism for him. Aaaand I just feel like she put Clover down several time in order to lift Qrow up. That, plus the queerbaiting controversy, plus her having indirectly participated to Clover's death... The ship makes me a bit uncomfortable.

My fav & least fav platonic relationship(s) for the character

My fav platonic relationship for Qrow is his bond with Ruby ! I really hope they bring it back because these two were GREAT together. Ruby's admiration was adorable. Qrow's nonchalent but clearly protective streak. They care about each other A LOT and I really loved them together. I hope they can have more moments together like back in V3-V4 or V6.

I'm not sure what my least liked platonic relationship would be. Saying Robyn again feels like beating on a dead horse but I don't really have a problem with any other ones. They're all, if not kind & good for him, at least interesting (like Raven)

My favorite thing about the character

The combination of his sassy/cynic personnality and how loyal & caring of a person he actually he is. Qrow is rough around the edges, leans easily into banter but he cares so damn much. He fit so easily next to Ruby's peppy enthusiasm in Vol 1-3, and then he was just an incredible badass and yet so damn vulnerable human in Vol 4-6. I liked that about him. How all the pieces fit together

My biggest criticism for the character

Well I have 2 things to say about that. First : V7C12 With Friends like these. What the fuck was this episode qkfazkfhkgh Qrow's brain was nerfed SO DAMN HARD, I was genuinely pissed while watching the episode. This was just a string of dumb decisions from everyone except Tyrian. But I digress -

In a more general sense, I'd say... putting Qrow in the sidelines. Him falling further into depression was a sound decision. It was interesting and fitting of his character imo. But I feel like they tied "Ruby having enough of his alcooholism" and "Ruby growing away from adults" in a way that kind of.... just put Qrow to the side and doesn't allow him to do much. In V6 finale, Qrow expresses understandable concerns about their plan to steal an airship, but instead of dealing with that Ruby's frustration with his cynicism is aired out and... the timing kind of makes the whole thing weird becaus Qrow isn't allowed to disagree with their plan ("we'll do it with you or without you") and then has to trust Ruby and let her go which AGAIN is a great moment in itself. But all that put together just like... rid Qrow of his function as a parental figure because Ruby is the leader now and he's just... kind of following along.

When was their writing at the peak according to me (ex : best season)

Okay for this one Q, I'll have to go with Vol 4 and Vol 6 for very different reasons. V4 was great because we really got to get to know Qrow. His complicated relationship with Raven. How BADASS his encounter with Tyrian was I freaking loved it. What his semblance and how it shaped his life. And it also let him be vulnerable through the poison & seeing Ruby repay his care was very nice.

Vol 6 for fleshing out, taking his issues & drinking more seriously. Showing more hopelesness and cynicism, and that he had a real drinking problem and he wasn't just a fun drunk. Plus the loss of faith in Oz showed how much Qrow needs stability and secure certainties to orbit around despite his nonchalant personnality. But I like it a bit less because it was the starting point of putting him on the side kind of.

A song I think fits them & why

Ship in a Bottle (Steffan Argus) ➸ A song about being alone in your fight, in the sense that your life is like a sail on the ocean and you are the only captain, the only one who can choose what to do with it. At the same time, there are several mentions of a "captain" as if the singer/Qrow adresses someone else. It's reminiscent of his relation with Ozpin or Clover : speaking of a deal, of being honest and sharing what's on your mind. Qrow thinks too much, he's scared and he sinks more & more as he delves into his cynicism (V6). Qrow cries, things get worse, the mention of the glass echoes his struggle with alcooholism. And the Scarewrow loses his brain, "lose touch with all the things that made [him] feel sane."

+ Problem child (Simple Plan) The Star song (Amanda Palmer) Would anyone care (Citizen Soldier) Wasted (8 Graves)

A headcanon to make up about them

Qrow didn't have the most normal childhood and because of that he had to learn a lot for Ruby & Yang. Notably, Qrow had absolutely 0 notion of what was an appropriate presents for young girls. As a result, he tended to simply bring back from his travels whatever shiny thing might have caught his attention. Could be a weird flower. Could be a pretty knife. Or even junk that his corvid brain latched upon.

Tai designed a look(Tm) that Qrow learned to recognize as "No, not appropriate." After a while, Yang learned to mimick it (but rather at random, she didn't really recognze what was appropriate and what wasn't). Ruby always liked his presents though.

What I would change about them if I was making a re-write

I CLEARLY would rewrite V7C12 so that Qrow & Clover keep their brains kzjhfkqhzk There were ways to reach the same conclusion without like... having a Qrow-Tyran team-up which was REALLY weird

I see 2 main possibilities to stick close to canon content - After the crash, Tyrian gets free but he keeps playing dead for a bit. Since there is no 3rd menace, Clover and Qrow's argument devolve into a fight as seen in canon. At one point, Clover manages to briefly disarm Qrow. They discuss for a bit, you can even put the exact same dialog as in the ep. Then Tyrian takes action, moving out of the shadows to kill Clover with Qrow's discarded weapon. Braincells saved. OR - Instead of having Qrow & Tyrian outright team up, Tyrian just... keeps instillating doubts in their mind. Qrow & Clover are temporarily allies in taking Tyrian down but because of this, they don't TRUST each other which cause missteps and make them less effective. At one point, Qrow tries to attack Tyrian who is behind Clover. But because neither Qrow nor Clover really have faith in the other at that moment (and because Tyrian is poisonning their mind), Clover automatically steps back or aside. He doesn't entirely trust Qrow. Because of this small hesitation, Qrow's attack fails. Tyrian manages to disarm him. Tyrian uses Qrow's weapon to kill Clover. There could even be some message here about the lack of Trust & letting Salem divide friends... something of that caliber in any case 🤔 It can even parallel V3 where Qrow did the same thing with Ironwood & Ironwood refused to stand aside even if he thought Qrow meant to attack him... Could lead somewhere ! Like, in V3 Qrow had faith that Ironwood wasn't to blame. Only Ironwood feared that Qrow blamed him, but Qrow knew & trusted that Ironwood wasn't to blame. In other words, Salem didn't divide them. Here, Qrow & Clover let Tyrian get into their head. And as a result Clover dies. "Together we stand, Divided we fall"

My guess for their MBTI/Enneagram

I'm still mulling on it right now but I think he might be some kind of ISTP 416. He has some weird 7ish behaviour but his need to orbit around someone/a goal, his relationship with Oz, how close he stuck to Tai & Summer sounds closer to 6 fix. He wants people to go home to. Certainty and security. His independance definitely is there but seems emphasized moreso out of necessity.

One aspect that I think would be nice to delve deeper into ? (optional)

I'm not sure mhmmm maybe his relationship with Summer ? It would be both cute & interesting. As well as finally giving us insight into who Summer was

#rwby #qrow branwen #rwde #rwby thoughts #send asks #cloqwork #fair game #v7ch12 #with friends like these #v7 spoilers #character song #enneagram #mbti #rwby rewrite

[intobarbarians]

inspired by your tag mentioning perma-death, who do you think is most likely to die in the battle against lucien and co. and whose death do you think would have the most affect on the story?

i think essek is the most likely to die, tbh. he’s a magic user that matt is probably going to use as support, and we don’t know if he’s got anything interesting to protect himself from melee damage except shield maybe? who knows if he has any spells that can extricate him if he’s surrounded by tombtakers who start wailing on him. caleb at least has expeditious retreat to keep his ass moving. jester and caduceus have guiding bolt which is...i think 120 feet? so they can be far away and have a spell that does damage, but a lot of their healing spells are going to require them to be much closer than that. still, they can potentially lure the accessory tombtakers away from lucien and pick them off out of the anti-magic field.

not worried about yasha because of rage beyond death. if it looks like she’ll drop out of her rage somebody can attack her to keep her going or heal her. i find it really unlikely she’ll hit the negative equivalent of her hit points. fjord has thunderstep and fly, but it’s really in character for him to bait himself if someone needs to escape. he’s also got to really be on guard to not get caught in the anti-magic field, but i feel like travis is going to be so tempted because fjord CAN do melee damage.

i am also extremely worried about beau because she and lucien have That Kind of Relationship. one of the reasons that the gelidon fight went their was because matt rolled shit on getting cold breath recharged. i think he rolls to recharge lucien’s massive psychic damage attack, and while beau’s level up means she has a higher chance of making saves, she could go down quickly if she solo engages lucien. if yasha helps her neither will get sentinel, but that may be a good trade off for them.

as for whose death most impacts the story, i’ve been thinking about the ‘secret’ beyond how engaging i find critical role to be, and i’ve concluded that it’s because all of the characters are so invested in this story in deeply nuanced ways.

if veth dies, it’s tragic because she’s agonized over whether or not she should stay with her family. she chooses to fight because it’s the best way to protect them because the somnovum are such a threat that if they return luc and yeza are in grave danger. the group will beat themselves over it, particularly caleb if he can’t send her back in time, but they’ve all vowed to look after her to her family. beau and caduceus are going to be so vulnerable around luc.

if caduceus dies, it’s tragic on a meta level because taliesin goes 2 for 2 on c2 pc deaths, lmao, but it’s also tragic because of that final meeting with his family. he doesn’t want to go. he wishes this was calliope’s burden. he was the son meant to stay home and tend the family business! he is so afraid and he believes death is waiting for him. the dynamic between him and lucien is singularly unique because caduceus has no history with molly, so there are facets to this that could unfold in the battle that would be riveting and heartbreaking. he’s had visions! some of which he hasn’t explained! was one of them of his impending death? and still, he left the grove. he joined the nein.

if fjord dies, it’s tragic because he’s taken on the burden of believing they will ALL come home. he’s surprisingly been the most optimistic about their chances. he’s purposefully leaving threads and side quests unaddressed to motivate himself to live and finish old business. he’s just embarked on this romance with jester. fjord screams ‘i have so much left to do!’ and i absolutely think fjord is at risk of being the one to die not senselessly, but sacrificially. if one man has to stay behind to save the others, he’s going to do everything he can to make sure he’s the one--a good captain is the last one aboard a sinking ship.

if yasha dies, it’s tragic because of her history with molly, how she’s the one that can’t find it in herself to give up on lucien. she’s finally made some peace with the parts of her life she lost control over. she’s fallen in love again! she’s asked her god to become his champion. she is a field of flowers blooming in the spring and for her to die would be a bitter frost. she lived and lived and lived when she didn’t know why. what is her purpose? why, when her wife died and her tribe wished to visit the same on her, does she survive? and it’s because she has a family she wants to protect. that vision from the storm lord would seem like a prophecy, comfort from her god that she may die soon, but it will not be a meaningless death.

if jester dies, it’s tragic because she is so young, yet she has been absolutely steadfast in their mission. we go to aeor. we stop lucien from bringing back this city. if we die, so be it. she’s taken steps to look after her parents(though...not her weasel. or her dog...) and she’s afraid, but that fear does not shake her resolve. she’s the one that changes people. half of her party has been in love with her at some point. jester has tried so hard to bring the nein joy and she has succeeded a thousand times over. her death would just...shatter that dynamic. she has such deep relationships with everyone. they all have a special memory with her where she showed them a thoughtful kindness they were rarely if ever shown by another person. i do not see how caleb doesn’t completely lose his mind if she dies. Truly. like. caleb, if jester permadies? i do not know how that man would take another step. beau?? god i worry so much that even though she has yasha, she’s going to spiral back into ‘people fucking leave you and i can’t handle the loss’. fjord is...i think he’d bear the kind of sadness that would make people assume he’s a widower, but he would smile and try to make jokes because that’s what jester would want.

artagan weasels into the afterlife and steals jester away. they go on every adventure together.

if caleb dies, it’s tragic because he is the end of the family he killed all those years ago, because the injustice that began the events that lead to their deaths has yet to be addressed. he won't live to see trent's lies exposed, his cruelty and abuse bared. he won't live to see astrid and eadwulf free from his power. he won't live to see luc grow up and teach him magic. he won't live to finally make a choice not based on vengeance or rectifying his past, but a choice about how to embrace his future. he won't live to see if essek can be redeemed. he won't live to maybe, just maybe tell jester how much he loves her.

if beau dies, it's tragic because she loved molly and she couldn't save him. she may not save him again. it's tragic because she thinks her life can't possibly get any better. she's in love. she's respected. she has friends and prestige in the cobalt soul. dairon sought justice for her when she never realized a violation against her occurred. she is waiting for the rug to be dragged out from under her feet, and that's death. she has these eyes on her body. she's afraid she can be turned into a weapon against her family. she's afraid somebody wearing the body of her friend will make her hurt her family. my god, does my girl know that as wonderful as everything she has achieved is that there is still more for her? she is not done. there are more books to read, more oceans to sail, more alcoves and stairwells to kiss yasha in. she needs to be here to see tj grow up. the m9 would be so adrift without her. she can't die.

basically i would be very fucked up if anyone died

#nightlyponder #critical role #ask

[bang-me-bangtan-style]

BREAKING BOUNDARIES

paring: park chanyeol / park chanyeol x reader

genre: smut

word count:3.9k

summary: this is what happens when you break the barrier of friendship for love.

notes: this is a smut , please be old enough to read. 18+ no triggers in this smut.

Today 11:45 PM

Yah, Yeol I’m kind of drunk.

Chanyeol looked at his screen and panic ran throw his veins. He was concerned because when you got drunk, you got drunk. He thought of all the possibilities that could happen to you when you were drunk. He was scared. You were his best friend and he was concerned about you and your wellbeing that was all right? He didn't love you or anything. This wasn't because he loved you. This is what he liked to tell himself so he would step out of line with you.

An imaginative came to mind of a guy touching you and kissing you, him laying you down on a bed-

Today 11:49 PM

yah where are you?!

No, he wasn’t going to have that, even if your feelings weren’t returned. Chanyeol loved you. He told you last year and you never said it back. Chanyeol had accepted the fact that you both we just friends but Chanyeol was still a guy who had eyes for you and only you, so with that came jealousy. Something Chanyeol wasn’t too keen on admitting - but it couldn’t be helped. Loving you made him this way.

He tried not to step on your toes too much, giving you space. Not showing any affection towards you just so you were completely comfortable. Things had gone back to normal after his confession and you both had forgot about it. At least that’s what you thought. Chanyeol still remembered the day his heart broke laying out all his feelings on the table for you only to be met with silence. He felt stupid and worthless and you would never know that.

He waited for your reply back and five minutes went by and he was getting anxious. He needed to come get you before anything bad happened.

Today 11:54 PM

I’m downtown.

What?! Why were you downtown?! You better not have went to that club you were talking about the other day! Why would you be so reckless and leave by yourself? Accepting the fact that you did go when Chanyeol told you you shouldn’t – without replying Chanyeol grabbed his coat and keys and made his way to you. In the car he was speeding. Why were you down downtown by yourself? What was wrong with you?! He was angry because downtown was a scary place at night for someone like you. Someone he loved. You could at least have called him to go with you.

"Aish,” he came to a red light. He hit the steering wheel. Why was he hitting every red light there was like it was nothing? How annoying.

His phone dinged.

 Today 12:10 AM

oppa come get me I don’t feel so good. I drunk way too much.

What you didn’t know was that he was already on his way. He through his phone to the passenger seat and when the light turned green he sped off.

-

Exo’luxion

Chanyeol looked at the sign of the club. Why were you always going to the worse places? He had heard about this place-  it was a club but it was also a home to one of the most powerful gangs in Seoul. Not many knew- but Chanyeol had his connections. Well ex connections considered the fact that he used to be part of that gang. Exo. Something he would never let you know. He would always protect you from his past. His horrible painful past.

He sighed at stood in line.

ID please. The two familiar boys asked him.

One's name was Johnny, the other Lucas. They smirked at the ex-gang member. Chanyeol glared. They must be so satisfied to see me around their vicinities again. It's like a treat to a dog. Chanyeol thought.

Chanyeol handed him his ID and the bouncers looked at him and then looked at the iD then again. He gave it back to Chanyeol moving out his way so he could pass him. Chanyeol snatched the ID because they knew who he was they were playing games.

 "Enjoy the new place," lucas smirked.

"You'll like it better than the last," Johnny finished.

As Chanyeol made his way into the club, ignoring those annoying idiots- he noticed it was crowded with sweaty body’s and loud people. He didn’t see you though it was kind of hard to in the dark with so many people at once. He pulled out his phone texting you immediately.

Today 12:27 AM

where are you I’m here.

He out his phone back in his pocket to attempt to find you. He made his way through the crowd looking out of place in sweatpants and a pullover.

So, this is the new place they got? Chanyeol thought. He scuffed in annoyance. He couldn’t help but look at their new spot. It was hard to miss that is was more luxurious than the last. He wondered where the hangout was located. This place looked like a club and hotel all in one.

Everyone looked too drunk to even know how obnoxious and loud they were being. Chanyeol instantly getting annoyed had to push some girls off him who were trying to lure him in by touching him. Even over the music some people were loud. What Chanyeol didn’t understand was why you liked places like these. You went alone every time and since he came to love you it worried him. He didn’t want nothing to happen to you.

He looked for you some more going towards the bar leaving the dance floor and there you were some blonde hair guy was next to you chatting you up. He watched for a second to see his intentions. Sehun's intentions. Of course, it would be that asshole trying to get you to go home with him.

The man had his hand at the small of your back and you laughed at whatever he was saying. Instant jealousy rose through his being but what set him off was when he caught your attention and the guy slipped something in your drink.

Same old bastard. Chanyeol thought.

Chanyeol quickly walked to you grabbing your hand him making eye contact with the man.

"Sehun, this is Chanyeol." You said startled by him.

"Hi," Sehun smirked. He knew who he was. All too well.

"Fuck off," Chanyeol said. Your eyes knitted together in embarrassment from your friend to your other newly mad friend.

"Chanyeol calm down he saved me from a guy trying to roofie me."

Chanyeol laughed, "oh really so he could do it himself," Chanyeol spat.

Sehun didn’t break character. “Man I don’t know what you're talking about have you been drinking?” He paused. “Chanyeol.”

"No, I haven’t been drinking you fucking asshole. Don’t ever touch y/n again."

"What is she your girlfriend?" Sehun laughed.

"Matter of fact she is," You looked at Chanyeol and your mouth dropped open.

"Y/n this is a joke right are you really with this skinny ass child, a weak-minded boy?" letting go of you Chanyeol punched Sehun in the face two times and the glass of yours he spiked chanyeol hit him in the head with it.

Everyone started to focus on the ruckus in the back at the bar and they crowded around you.

Sehun grabbed him by his sweat shirt and started in on Chanyeol's face they both falling to the floor. Sehun's blood dropped from his head and onto Chanyeols shirt.

You panicked and tried to grab sehun  off of  Chanyeol but it was no use. He was too heavy. The security guards came in an instant later and they grabbed Chanyeol and others grabbed Sehun you following after. Amongst them was the two bouncers you seen by the door. The really attractive ones. You remember looking at the name tags but the only one you could remember was Lucas.

The guards made sure they both kept their distance. "Sehun calm down," the bouncers said, "he’s not worth it!" they all said as if they were in the knowing of one another.

"I fucking never could stand him!" Sehun spat. Chanyeol glared at him and before another fight could break out two other bouncers that were from inside grabbed Chanyeol.

"Go home!" The guards that was holding Chanyeol names were Baekhyun and Kai- as Sehun looked like he wanted to take Chanyeol the second the guard let him go.

Sehun had got a few licks on Chanyeol and his mouth was bleeding but that was it other than some little cuts on his face. Sehun looked at Chanyeol them both going at it with hatred and eye contact. Finally, sehun left first disappearing down the street and the guards let Chanyeol go aggressively, “go home.”

Chanyeol gave them this look and you didn’t like it but you brushed it off.

Chanyeol grabbed you by the hand and you both got in the car.

“NEVER STEP FOOT ON THIS PROPERTY AGAIN!” He said yelling at you and with that he sped off. Us passing a sehun as he was still walking down the street. You begain to cry because you felt stupied causing such a big problem.

Chanyeol let you stay at his house for the night because you still lived with your parents and you didn’t want them knowing what happened.

You started to feel the buzz a little too much and you were falling and shit as you got out Chanyeol's car. Chanyeol had to help you to the door because you simply couldn’t keep your balance.

"Oppa, your bleeding," you said your line of vision blurry.

"Shut up I know help me help you in the house," He was still annoyed with you.

Opening the door Chanyeol managed to get your dead weight to the couch you laid there feeling dizzy the room spinning like a ceiling fan. You got up from the couch to fast and your head felt worse. As you realized Chanyeol went straight up stairs.

You stumbled getting up taking your heels off going upstairs to find Chanyeol. You looked around for him he was in the bathroom cleaning the blood off his face. He had taken his shirt off because it was blood from him fucking Sehun up. Seeing him like that in sweat pants and no shirt made your mouth water. Or was it the liquor making you feel like this. He was leaned up against the sink looking in the mirror checking out his face.

You walked into the bathroom startling Chanyeol and his eyes became huge upon you seeing him naked like this. He was so shy, such a nice boy. But only if you knew what he used to do you would change your mind.

You knew he like you and you tried to act like he wasn’t into you. You just didn’t want to lose him as a friend. Chanyeol was precious to you and you couldn’t take it if your friend ship had gotten ruined because of it.

Butttt…

"Here let me help you," you said shutting the bathroom door behind you. You pulled his hand away from his naked chest that held his bloody shirt covering his very lightly tanned skin. With him leaning against the sink, his back towards the vanity mirror- he looked down at you- a whole foot above you. You began to clean his cuts and he winced when you put pressure on his lip.

"Y/n," he looked down at you, " Why did you go alone-  why didn’t you call me?  none of this wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t- when I tell you something is dangerous I really mean it. That club, those people, - they are all bad people."

"I’m sorry," you begged with your eyes. He sighed still mad at you but you kept staring into his soul, "how about I make it up to you. Your whole demeanor changed and the presser between your legs was strong.

"Like how?" Chanyeol said annoyed.

You slid you hand down his chest and Chanyeol stood still. His breath hitched and he intently watched you.

Chanyeol tried to ignore you attempts him becoming really nervous, plus you were drunk that made him have anxiety. "None of this would had happened if you would have just- he tried to let out but you had completely captivated him. held him hostage.

"Shhhh," you said putting a finger to his lip. "Then this wouldn’t have happened either," You looked down Chanyeol's boner was evident. He didn’t even realize it himself he coward away and covered himself up in front of you and you pulled his hands down away from his crotch. You turned around and turned the shower on and Chanyeol looked at you confused. You turned back to face him as you let the water temperature find its place and you looked at him.

Chanyeol was in a panic mess inside his head and inside his pants.

"Undress me," you said huskily. The liquor was making you do things you could never have the confidence to ask your best friend.

"Y/n, he sighed looking down at his feet, his heart afraid of breaking again, "I don’t want you to regr-"

"Undress me now." you breathed," I need to know."

"You need to know what?" He said looking at you with so much lust he could combust.

"I need to know why your making me melt between my legs right now. I want to feel you," you said holding his eye contact hard and strong. You weren’t going to break down! no you were going to take this and shove it where it needed to be- that being him right between your legs screaming for mercy.  no excuses no holding back. You been wanting him for quite some time you just didn’t know how to say it. It was now or never or sober you would never find out because you would never let the boundaries break. This was the best time. All guards down.

"Y/n do you know what you're asking of me? Do you know that once I take your clothes off we can never go back? We would be more than best friends together or not. We will always have this intimacy we could never talk about but we would know what happened. You’ll see me naked and I’ll see you naked…" he kept word vomiting trying to reassure you and your decisions to break boundaries. He was panicking maybe he felt just like you when sober and in the right mind- you both just didn’t want to ruin your friendship.

"Chanyeol," you took a step closer you grabbed his hand and pulled your short dress up. you were wearing a thong so you pulled it to the side while Chanyeol watched you confused you pulled his hand to you- you soaking his fingers.

"Show me I’m wrong then show me we can’t work out. Why am I feeling like this?"  Chanyeol pulled his hand from you his fingers still coated with your sex.

"Y/n I can’t do this if I lose you I didn’t know what I’d do." That comment made you pussy throb and you wanted to lose control but you wanted to savor this a much as you can the anticipation and the want was too good to push away.

It was quiet just the sound of the shower going. you stayed like that just staring at another for a momment.

"We already crossed some you felt me, now let me feel you," you came to him you giving him no time as you enclosed the space between you both you grabbed his waste and shoved you free hand down his pants you grabbed him stroking him he threw his head back and you loved the way he sounded when your skin came into contact with his. He heled onto your waste squeezing it as you pumped him.

"Tell me you don’t want me," you said kissing him on his exposed chest, "You love me. You told me you loved me." You kissed his neck.  His eyes met yours and the memories flashed in both of your minds as you rubbed the tip of his cock Pre-cum oozing from the tip. You spread it around making him whimper.

last year he said he loved you-  you never said it back but you wanted to. Again, your friend ship was more important than a loving relationship. But now you just couldn’t take it anymore.

You pumped him some more before taking him out and getting on your knees in front of him and he tried to stop you but once your mouth clasped around him and your tongue pallet caressed him he lost his shit. His breathing became heavy while the bathroom became foggy. The heat of the shower awaiting two best friends to completely cross the line.

You popped him out of your mouth and a string of saliva followed you mouth indicating how deep you throated him. You stood up and asked him again.

Take my clothes off Chanyeol. Please you said in lust I need you to-

Chanyeol hesitatingly reaches for the straps of your dress pulling them down. You cleavage more visible and in his face. You turned around and let him unbutton the top so he could unzip it all the way down. With the skin of your back exposed to the curve of your hips Chanyeol had lost his mind. You had lost your mind crossing the boundaries between you two but when did you care what was right and what was wrong. This wasn’t wrong right? No.

He slide it off you-  you stepping out of it once it hit the floor. You turned around you in nothing but a thong and Chanyeol took you in. The woman he had been fantasizing about for years was naked and in front of him and if possible, he seemed more aroused than ever.

You stood in front of him. his pants down to his ankles, his naked body in front of you. You stared at him and he stared at you. none of you said anything- you slowly started to bend down and when you came to his member he stopped breathing. but then you went all the way down to untie his shoes one by one slipping them off him and helping him out the rest of his pants.

You threw them to the side and grabbed onto him the mist clouding the bathroom as the hot water had created a sauna for you both. You kissed him not to hard because his lip that had finally stopped bleeding. And he hungrily kissed you back.

He picked you up and put you on the sink and got in-between your legs you whimpered when his kisses reached your neck his hands tangling in your hair. He slid your panties to the side and started finger fucking the shit out of you- you coating his fingers in your wetness. You panted and continued to kiss him-  you trying to enjoy and savor the moment.

Who would have thought two best friends would finally come to their senses and fuck the shit out of each other? It took long enough. It took a fight, a club, and an insane amount of liquor. With one sober and one wasted it was a perfect fucked up story to tell at a gathering.

"Chanyeol it feels so good," you whined chanyeol's cock twitched at the sound of you whining. He couldn’t take it anymore and he pulled you to the edge of the sink and shoved it in you could have passed out in bliss. The feeling of Chanyeol feeling you up was more than words could describe. It wasn’t enough for you to moan it was out of this world.

He was so big and thick that you felt ever part of you filled up. You felt him all in your guts. He grunted with every thrust and you found it so sexy as you concentrated on him. He grabbed your breast in his hands and you whimpered under his touch.

"I love you," you breathed out never breaking eye contact with him. "I always have always will."  Chanyeol grabbed you closer to him losing his shit to your confession. he had both of his hands under your arms his hands tangling in your hair. grabbing you to the edge of the counter and shoving himself rapidly. When he wanted more room, he grabbed you in his arms sliding you off the sink vanity- bringing you to the shower. He lost all control pushing you against the wall kissing you while he thrust into you making sure that you both wouldn’t slip and fall.

He pulled out and set you down to your feet and you found his lips again him aggressively taking your lips as his. He touched you everywhere like you were a dream to disappear when he woke up. But you weren’t- you were here and very real. And it was bliss. Pure, bliss.

You broke the kiss "Fuck me- no make love to yeol." With that he turned you around and bent you over pounding you, making love to your tight warm hole. He grabbed your semi wet hair and yanked your head back you enjoying every minute, every second.

His face was determined, into the intimate doings between you two. He bit his lip as he watched you take all of him your back arched and bent downwards he pulled you up and pushed you up against the shower wall

"I fucking love you." He breathed. He aggressively kisses- the side of your face-  then your neck trying to kiss every spot he could as he thrusted into you. He kissed you like this was the first and the very last time with you. He let go of your hips and found his hands on both of your breast squeezing them glancing down the curve of your back. He loved the way his cock thrusted in and out of you under the curve of your ass cheeks. It looked right, fit just right.

You threw your head back and Chanyeol found his head in the curve of your neck kissing you. While Pinching your nipples, thrusting into you hard –  biting your neck you came. It was over. boundaries were crossed and there was simply no going back.

You screamed as he pounded you riding you out. He let go of your boobs and grabbed your hips thrusting even harder and deeper you trying to grab ahold of the flat wall as best as you could. He grunted into the inside of your neck and came so hard. When he finally came to a stop. He stood there holding you close to him.

You both tried to catch your breath.

"We can’t go back," he whispered into your ear as the shower water fell down above you both, his arms wrapped around your torso, standing behind you his erection going down behind you. But still hard.

Feeling the feeling that he just gave you-   you said, "I know and I don’t care."

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Starlight - Cassian Andor x OFC Chapter 2

Relationship: Cassian Andor/Original Female Character

Rating: Mature

Tags: Pre-Rogue One, Romance, Slow Burn, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Foul Language

Read on AO3: Starlight

Summary: Cora is a doctor on an Imperial class Star Destroyer when a wounded rebel barges into the med bay. Having wanted to leave the Empire for a while now, she decides to save his life in exchange for a lift out of there.

Author’s note: English is not my native language, so there may be some mistakes that either I or my lovely beta @hostoyevsky might have missed. Any feedback is much appreciated, any questions you may have, I will be glad to answer. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Cora woke up with a pounding headache and the sinking feeling that something bad was about to happen. She tentatively opened her eyes but her vision was blurry and her head was spinning, so she couldn’t identify her surroundings. She was surprised and a little frightened to find out that her arms felt like they had been tied together and she wasn’t able to move them. What the fuck, she thought, not remembering what had happened.

“Corinthia Enoch,” she heard a strangely familiar voice say in a mildly annoying accent. Why did it annoy her?

She made a conscious effort to focus on what was going on in front of her, which only intensified her headache so she held her eyes shut for a few moments, hoping she wouldn’t vomit. Once her head stopped spinning and her vision cleared, the reality of what she had gotten herself into hit her like a freight train. She had betrayed the Empire, left her old life behind and ran away with a sketchy dude. If only this was a romance so they would write books based on her life. But no, this was a very unpleasant comedy.

“That’s my name,” she replied and her voice sounded coarse and distant. She pulled on her hands trying to free herself but found out they were tied to a metal bar. The zip tie that was fastened around her wrists looked sturdy and was so tight that she had no hope to just wiggle free. She sighed and mentally hit herself over the head.

“A quite terrifying name,” he spoke, and Cora could feel the hate in his voice. “The whole galaxy knows it.”

“I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but it’s not me they fear,” she said, looking him in the eye.

He was standing near the command post, his back turned to the controls, the black droid peeking over his shoulder. She noticed he had changed out of the imperial uniform and was now wearing a tan shirt and brown pants. How long had she been out if he had time to change? Also, what the fuck was he doing with an imperial droid? Was he a spy for the Empire, pretending to be a rebel just to see who would betray? Cora’s blood froze for a second. No, she said to herself. His wound was real. No one would put that much effort in staging this just so they could get to her.

“Is it so?” he asked, narrowing his eyes. “Aren’t you the daughter of Admiral Alastor Enoch, one of the most ruthless imperial dogs, commander of the star destroyer Corinthia?” He took a step closer, but still kept a safe distance, like Cora could pull out a blaster out of her ass at any time and shoot him.

“You’re talking to me about my father, but you’re not telling me what I’ve done wrong. Last time I’ve checked, I was nice enough to save your life. You owe me.”

“I don’t owe you nothing,” he hissed.

“Really? Cause I remember you almost bleeding to death on the infirmary floor!” she yelled, losing her temper. “And don’t think for a second that you would have made it to your ship without my help, you ungrateful bastard!”

“Is that true, Cassian?” the droid asked him, throwing him what Cora supposed was an inquisitive look. She could never guess what the droids were thinking.

“Not now.”

“Oh, so your name is Cassian. Nice to meet you Cassian. Actually, I deeply regret meeting you Cassian. Go fuck yourself.” Oh she was bitter. So bitter that the only thing she wanted was to connect her boot with his face repeatedly until she felt satisfied. She actually considered lunging at him and trying her luck, even if that meant breaking both her wrists. Unfortunately, he was keeping a safe distance from her.

“Listen,” she continued, this time trying to keep her anger in check. “I’m just a medic. Not even a combat medic, I only see the fight if someone attacks the ship, and even if that happens I just wait for it to end since medical personnel don’t have weapons and aren’t expected to fight. Don’t make me the target of your rage.”

“You did have a blaster when you came in here,” the droid let her know.

“That is my personal weapon, it’s only meant for emergencies.”

“I wonder how much Admiral Enoch would pay to get his daughter back,” Cassian said, his eyes still burning with controlled rage.

“Admiral Enoch doesn’t give a shit about his daughter, I assure you. He never did, and never will. As for the Empire, I was dead for them the moment I left that star destroyer. They’ll never make an effort to get one of their doctors back, we’re disposable.” Fear was starting to creep on her. If he decided to try to sell her back to the Empire they would both be dead in no time. “Are you a bounty hunter?” There was also the chance that he would want to sell her on the black markets. With so many enemies of the Empire a lot of people would be glad to get their hands on an admiral’s daughter. Cora was frightened of what they would do if they succeeded.  

“And if I am?” he grinned and Cora hated him a little more.

“Well, then we could negotiate.” She responded to his grin with a grimace.

“You arrogant imperial scum. Thinking you can buy your way out of everything.” He took a few steps closer and was now looking down on her. Cora fought the urge to try and heatbutt him.

“My life is all I have,” she pleaded in the end. “I’m no one in this war you are fighting. I’m just doing my job, surviving, like everyone else. I’ve never killed anyone, it’s not my fault that my father is an admiral or that he named a warship after me. I just want to live a normal life away from it all. Please, just let me go.”

He looked her in the eye like he was trying to read something in her gaze. “It’s not my place to judge. The Alliance will have to decide what’s going to happen to you.” He turned around and got back to the control panel.

“Wait! You’re taking me to the Rebellion?” she yelled, with renewed fear. If the Empire would execute her in the blink of an eye, the Rebellion wouldn’t waste that much time either.

“Yes,” was the only thing he said as he sat in the pilot’s chair.

“But you made a deal with me,” she pleaded again, “that you’d drop me off someplace safe.” Her voice was weak as she was losing hope.

“I never said that.” He turned around and looked at her. “I said I’d get you out of there, and I’ve kept my end of the bargain. I never said I’d let you go.”

Whatever remained of Cora’s heart just sunk to the depths of hell. She hated herself for being so naive and thinking someone was actually going to care about her once in her life. The world wasn’t made of daisies and she was all alone.

“And I was stupid enough to actually think you could be nice,” she said to herself.

“Yes you were,” came the droid’s reply.

“Thanks.”

*

The planet they landed on was covered in rainforests from what she could see. She had never been to the jungle before so she was surprised how humid the air was and how difficult to breathe. The fact that she had lived most of her life on spaceships with controlled climate didn’t make it any easier. She started to sweat uncontrollably the moment she got off the ship.

The base was a huge stone structure that may or may not have been a temple a long time ago. Cora couldn’t identify it. She had never paid too much attention in history classes and was starting to regret it. At least she could have guessed the name of the planet that will be her final resting place.

Cassian, who had replaced the zip tie around her wrists with a pair of handcuffs, was now walking behind her, pointing a blaster at her back. Cora did her best to keep her head up high and her vision unfocused as she walked through the Rebel base, avoiding as many stares as she could. She was sure they hadn’t publicly announced she was coming, but even so they could see the imperial crest embroidered on her uniform and wonder who she was. An Imperial prisoner brought to base. Cora had never felt so humiliated in her life.

They entered the hangar that seemed to occupy most of the base level, took an elevator up and walked through a few corridors until they reached a rather large room where some important looking people had gathered. Cora’s heart was beating so fast it was threatening to break out of her rib cage, but she did her best to appear unfazed. She felt like a little girl taken to trial for crimes she hadn’t committed, and the judges didn’t seem friendly.

There were a few people she noticed first: a red haired woman dressed in a long robe and a grumpy dude with a huge forehead, that were standing out in the crowd. Cora stopped in front of them, trying to gather what was left of her composure.

“You must be Corinthia Enoch, daughter of Admiral Alastor Enoch, am I right?” the red haired woman addressed her. Cora nodded but didn’t say a word. “My name is Mon Mothma and I am the leader of the Alliance.”

“Pleasure,” she replied in a monotone voice.

“We have been informed that you have willingly betrayed the Empire,” she continued. “Is that correct?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“You’re asking me why I ran away from the Empire? You’re the ones fighting against it, you know full well what it can do,” Cora spat at her. “Is it so surprising that I wanted to leave?” She knew she should stay humble, but her anger was getting the best of her.

“It is surprising that a daughter of a well known imperial officer has left the Empire, yes. It makes us question the sincerity of this act.”

“Listen… ma’am. I’m a doctor.” She tried changing her tone to a softer one. “The only reason I’m a military doctor is because my whole family has been in the army for generations, and it was somewhat expected of me to do the same. I’ve never done anything for the Empire other than heal people. It just happens that I ended up seeing the cruelty they can show and I no longer want to be a part of it.”

“She’s a spy they’ve sent to infiltrate the Alliance,” the human frown finally spoke and Cora felt like she already hated him. Which she probably did. Along with everyone else in that room.

“I’m a doctor and I don’t give a shit about your Alliance,” Cora barked at him. “Ma’am, the only thing I wanted was to get out of there, get to a remote, safe place where no one knew me and herd goats for the rest of my life. Peaceful, quiet life. So please, just let me go.” The frown snorted.

“I am sorry, but we can’t do that,” the woman replied. “As general Draven said, you may be a spy and we can’t risk you disclosing the location of our base to our enemies.” The woman was looking down on her and Cora felt like she was losing it.

“I’m not a spy! Please stop saying that. And I have absolutely no idea where this fucking base is.” She took a deep breath. “None of this would have happened if this asshole,” she pointed both of her indexes towards Cassian’s nose, since her hands were bound together, “had kept his word!”

“That man is a Captain in the intelligence department,” the frown yelled at her. “Show some respect.”

“Oh, my sincerest apologies,” Cora replied in a mocking tone. She took a deep breath and regained her composure. “If Captain Asshole had kept his promise and dropped me on a safe planet I wouldn’t be here right now.” She threw him a death glare before she continued. “I never wanted anything to do with you and your war. I just wanted to be away from it all.”

“However,” the woman continued completely ignoring Cora’s outburst, “you could convince us that you aren’t a spy, and if you do, you’d be free to go.”

“And how can I possibly do that?” she asked suddenly paying attention. Maybe she had a chance after all.

“You could prove your loyalty to us by sharing with us some of your inside knowledge of the Empire.”

“I doubt any of my knowledge would be of any interest, but if you want to organize your med bay, I will gladly help you.” She smiled, but it was forced. She was pretty sure this wasn’t what they meant, but she played stupid. A part of her had hoped some of the rebel’s dumb luck had rubbed off on her.

“I didn’t mean your medical knowledge, Corinthia,” the woman said, giving her a stern look.

“You want information about my father.” Cora looked down at her hands and cursed the day when she met that stupid rebel. She had a decent life that permitted her to keep her eyes shut to what was going on in the world. Had her conscience been a little more sleepy, she could have lived her whole life in blissful ignorance. But she knew she couldn’t have done that. Sometimes when she slept she could see the dead from Cheyne 3.

“Yes.”

“I don’t have any information about my father, or his work, that you might find relevant. Most of what I know is already public knowledge and the rest are just childhood memories.” Cora’s voice was monotone, all the anger having dissipated. “You’d be surprised to find out that you may know more than me about him.”

“When was the last time you saw your father?” General forehead had taken over the interrogation.

“About six months ago. We had tea. And no, before you ask, he never talks about his work with me. I don’t have the necessary clearance to know any imperial business.” She smiled, but it was more of a grimace.

“Do you know his whereabouts?” he continued, same frown on his face.

“Nope. I never do. He is the one that comes to visit me, once in a blue moon.” She tried to keep her voice steady, but it sounded sad to her own ears. “I guess he’s on ISD Corinthia, somewhere in space.” She smiled that dumb smile again to hide her discomfort.

“But you do have a way of contacting him.”

It wasn’t a question, and Cora felt a bitter taste in her mouth. She knew that they would try to use her to get to her father, after all, she was only valuable because of him, but she hoped it would be later than sooner. Now she was afraid. How long will she be able to take torture before she’ll give up and tell them everything? Even if it wasn’t much, she had been honest when she told them she didn’t know anything about his work, but the little things she knew were valuable to her. Her father had done terrible things, she was aware of that, but even if she hated him sometimes for what he represented, he was still her father.

“I’m not gonna betray him.”

“You know full well who he is and you chose to cover for him?”

“He’s my father, general,” she said, looking him in the eye. “Not the best father in the world, not the most present. I know he wouldn’t lift a finger to get me out of here, but you know what, he’s still my father. I know one day this war will get him killed, I’ve accepted that a long time ago, but I’m not gonna be the one that pulls the trigger.”

They were all silent for a moment and Cora felt the overwhelming sensation of everyone looking at her and judging her. Finally Mon Mothma was the one that spoke. Cora was curious what her sentence would be.

“You refuse to give us the information we ask for, even if doing so would win your freedom, Doctor Corinthia Enoch?”

“Yes,” she replied, and her voice echoed through the room, surprising even herself with how resolute it sounded.

“Very well. Take her to her cell.”

Two armed guards grabbed her and guided her out of the room. On her way out she took a moment to shoot another death glare towards Cassian. He looked mildly bored. The nerve.

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