#bear bait au

[eroticwound]

okay some hannibal/the bear au thoughts under the cut for the anon, with a shout out to @asordidbarwere who indulged me by contributing their deranged bear/hannibal thoughts.

so, to start, i’m thinking of the similarities and differences between carmy and will. like will, carm is an isolated person, which is just how hannibal likes it. he’s a prime candidate for hannibal’s influence.

like will, carm is unstable but white knuckling it. he’s sleep-walking like will, which implies there is a lot going on with the character that they are not consciously addressing. i also think of their symbolic dreams—will’s stag and carm’s bear—how dreams bleed into real life in both shows, blatantly in hannibal, and a little more subtly on the bear (i think of the bear growling carm hears staring into the fire in ep 8, or even ball breaker talking to fak).

where will is fluid—like oil or water, taking the shape of anyone his empathy touches—carmen is fire. the controlled fire of the kitchen usually, medium heat, simmering, but add enough stress you get an explosion. and hannibal loves playing with fire.

i love the idea of hannibal getting carm to cook for him, to cater a soirée where hanni’s supplying the meat.

… or even better, hannibal cooking for carm, whose stomach is fucked. hannibal wanting to nourish him with his special meats… the possibility of feeding richie to carmen… i mean richie would absolutely hate hannibal’s pretentious european ass, and hannibal would absolutely see richie as a pig. cold cuts. bologna. like richie’s not going in a fancy dish, he’s gonna be in a sloppy sandwich.

or, better still, richie would go in a dish carmen makes as some mystery meat hannibal provided >:) g-d, and if carmy ever found out he cooked and ate richie? his brother’s best friend? that would fucking *break him*. his delicate stomach would revolt. it would destroy food for him, because he would never be able to get away from the taste of richie. i could see this pushing carm to the edge. unmooring him in some fundamental way. if hannibal was also using some creative pharmacology, he could maybe get carmy to kill this way… a deranged carmen curious about the flavors of those around him? cooking and eating people as a way for him to get close to them, the “logical” progression of cooking with them, which is currently the only way carmen knows how to be close with people—sublime.

and *that* would be a fascinating dynamic for hannibal in particular. will was able to empathize with him, to hunt with and fathom him. but carmen would *get* the cooking in a fundamental way will never could. hannibal could collaborate with carm on what dishes to make people into. what pairings and ingredients to bring out the best flavors. g-d, maybe carmen couldn’t kill… but he could cook.

i said it in my other post, but i *love* the idea of carmen and hannibal cooking together. i feel like for hannibal, cooking with someone is a step below the intimacy of killing together. it’s sensual and soul-bearing. and watching carm work would bring hannibal to tears, like listening to the opera singer in season 1. for carm it would make him feel close and protected. you see it with him and syd. but cooking with hannibal would invoke michael in a deliciously painful way. like cooking is both of their love languages, and i think they’d really get on well together in the kitchen. carm is a professional, but respectful. diffident. hannibal would love carmen taking control in the kitchen. he would have carmy focused on an intricate dish, and while carm is disarmed and vulnerable and a little distracted, hannibal would add pressure to all of carm’s various wounds: his new york kitchen trauma, his anxiety, his chef’s ego (which hannibal would approve of…), his anger/hurt/betrayal/guilt that is michael. the fucking sleep-walking!!!

hannibal would take special care to prod the michael wound in particular. @asordidbarwere brings up a great point about michael’s note, if hannibal knew about it before carm (which is so hannibal, being the devil himself):

Omg hanni would use the knowledge that mikey *stashed drug money* for carmy's benefit, to absolutely play him like a fiddle. I think hannibal would simply invoke Michael's memory at the worst possible moments~

this is really something i can get behind! beyond hannibal using the note to drive a wedge between carm and richie (and maybe sugar too, because michael’s last words were for carmen alone), the emphasize asordidbarwere puts on it being drug money for carmy adds this extra twist of guilt. like thanks jasper <3

because i think even without knowledge of the note, this is a dynamic hannibal would pick up on—the dynamic being michael sacrificing himself for carmy to be more legit.

i mean i’m sure carm’s not squeaky clean, but he’s a character who’s been shown to try to do things by the book despite his family’s association with cicero/betting/whatever. he emphasizes that only marcus and richie have cars, but richie’s license is suspended. then makes syd drive richie later in the episode.

like it’s clear michael wanted carmy to be legit. he didn’t want him at the bear, in the midst of whateverthefuck was going on there (for sure selling drugs and maybe money laundering? and who knows what their dad was into). michael wanted his baby brother to go out there and be a professional without criminal baggage.

mikey’s been sacrificing himself since the beginning, and that’s not something carmen was able to really see until later. hell, the fact that carm realizes he knows nothing about mikey, would be such a sweet spot of pressure hannibal would love to exploit.

who was michael, really? richie knew, but not carmen. hannibal would poke and pick at that. the fact that michael was a father figure almost more than a brother. i mean, carm’s entire fucked up family structure, the obvious trauma he has with his mom (who canonically has anger issues and is probably mentally ill), his absent father, sugar and michael are his siblings but also like parents (which implies a weird lack of boundaries… like the older berzatto siblings were def parentified). whatever guilt carm might harbor for being a burden on his siblings and mother.

and *fuck*, don’t get me started with syd! who craves recognition, who’s talented and capable and a ruthless problem solver. hannibal would be smitten! would try to influence her like abigail or margot or chiyoh. he would stoke the fire he senses in her, would *latch* onto her stabbing richie, would push her to do something like du maurier: set up a situation where she would *have to kill*. and her cooking skills would titillate hannibal just as much carm

some @asordidbarwere thoughts on carmy and syd and hannibal to round out this incredibly long, incredibly deranged au braindump:

I think syd would actually murder him tho. I mean she stabbed richie on *accident*, I feel like her & carmy would end up in a will/abigail situation w Hanni but I think syd would just fucking stab him and make carmy help her hide the body

Carm's just like 😰😰😰

if she managed it lol. It is hannibal after all

#carmy berzatto #hannibal #the bear #sydney adamu #hannibal lecter #richie jerimovich #michael berzatto #will graham #bear bait au #it’s my unhinged side blog and i can use the gift of imagination to hallucinate toxic manipulative relationships if i want #i should do one of these for syd tbqh #bear meta #kinda

[pythonees]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ GUTS — johnny slaughter

WARNINGS: 18+, you're shorter than johnny in this (wiki says he's 6ft), f!soft-bodied!reader, sadistic!johnny (this man thrives off of other peoples pain he would enjoy it in bed too), light knife play, blood play, kidnapping, coercion, crying, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, creampie, typical tcm shit

A/N: please do not flag this for no reason, just block me. flagging my work as mature means it isn't seen by as many people in the tags when searched. Also!!!!, this is really long for no reason (4k words) AND I already have a multi part no slasher!AU in the works that's gonna be bordering on 10 chapters, knowing me it'll eternally be a wip tho...

Taking in a shaky breath, you hold it, willing the pounding of your heart to calm down as you listen for any movement around you. All you hear is the sounds of the forest, but still you sit and wait. You had been separated from the others that you had escaped with, though you suppose separated is the wrong word to use in this situation.

One of the girls that had been captured with you, a tall girl with matted brown hair and milky, bruise covered skin, had shoved you the second she had heard a noise from one of your kidnappers as they gained up on you. You had fallen down a pretty steep slope, thankfully lost in the heavy foliage that covered the ground and shrouded you instead of becoming the bait she wanted you to be.

It takes you more time than you would like to admit to get your bearings back, unable to see anything from under a bush. It hurts to breathe, and your vision is hazy from hitting your head on the way down. There's the sound of a too close chainsaw revving up above you, making the pounding of your head worsen, followed by the screams of the traitor that shoved you down the slope.

"Please, please, don't do this. I haven't done anything wrong!" She cries, as if she didn't just try to trade your life in for her own. You wince when you hear her scream again, drowned out by the chainsaw cutting through her flesh and blood splattering onto every nearby surface. The sound has your stomach curling, but a part of you feels that she had it coming for what she did to you.

When the stomping of the mask wearing man's feet are a distant, you allow yourself to breathe more comfortably, loosening up your death grip on the old piece of pipe you had grabbed as a weapon when you got out of your restraints. Your fingers ache, knuckles popping as they relax for the first time in what has felt like hours.

"That's what you get, twig ass bitch," you mutter under your breath. When your heart beat finally goes back to a more normal level, and you don't feel like you're about to shake out of your skin, you slowly drag yourself out from the brush, looking around the slowly darkening woods for a way to go.

Readjusting your grip on the pipe, you slowly make your way away from the chaos, hoping that they don't look down here for you.

You don't know where you're going or how far you've gotten, all you know is that you greatly regret putting on a skirt yesterday morning. Not only has it gotten caught on just about everything while you've been running for your life, but the humid Texas heat has caused your thighs to chafe something fierce, and it's starting to sting more than the cuts that litter your arms and torso.

Eventually, you find a shallow stream, and you quickly stumble your way to it. Dipping your fingers in, you sigh at the cool water against your sweaty skin. You carefully scoop some up into your hands, not wanting to make any noise as you press your face into your cupped hands.

There's a faint ribbon of red that you watch slowly get mixed into the water, and you dump it into the stream, watching it quickly disappear. You scoop up another cool batch of water, careful to keep any from spilling through your shaking fingers. It's as you're bringing your hands up to sip from the water that you feel all the hair on your body stand up on end, heart racing.

Looking into the trees, you slowly stand up, turning in place. You can't really see anything, but you know you're not crazy. You also know that you're absolutely fucked. The forest is not something you find yourself in often, or at all, really, and considering it borders onto these crazy fuckers property... they probably knew where you were the whole time.

You want to yell, to scream out your frustrations onto whoever it is that's following you. But your voice is dry, and even breathing has started to feel like too much, your voice cracking around the whispered words, "I-" you swallow roughly, eyes frantically looking around, "I know you're there."

You hear nothing around you, but you know. There are eyes on you. Just how close... you have no idea.

The next breath you take is shaky, eyes watering as you hop over the little stream. Taking another look around you and still finding nothing, you continue on your way.

Crickets jump around you as you carefully make your way to what you hope is safety, spooking you every time they jump in front of your vision. You're struggling for air as the mounting panic starts to cloud your senses, breaths coming in rushed puffs. Your heart is pounding in your ears, so loud that you don't hear the sound of someone walking behind you.

You let out a scream when the back of your shirt is grabbed and yanked, thrusting your elbow back as hard as possible and hitting them in the stomach. There isn't any give, a hard plane of muscle that probably hurts you more than them.

"Well! Look who we've got here!" The man says, a laugh coating his voice. His hand twists in your shirt, the collar of it tightening around your throat. With a rough yank your back is flush against his chest, and you catch the glint of his knife as he presses his fist into your stomach, the tip of the blade nicking the underside of your breast.

You hiss in pain, flinching away from the blade and bumping into his chest. The nearly too tight grip he has on your shirt disappears, but you aren't able to take a breath before that hand has come around to grip at your throat. The thick expanse of his calloused fingers press into your smooth skin, the pressure your neck a warning that has you freezing on the spot.

His fingers flutter, pressing into the sides of your throat, and the breathy sound you let out has both of you freezing in place. His chest pushes against your back as he takes in a deep breath, the exhale painting goosebumps along your damp neck. The man's grip loosens just slightly, before squeezing again. Another moan is pulled from you, and you can feel the man laugh against your back, the low tone sending shivers down your spine.

"Oh, am I gonna 'ave fun with you." The man drops the hand from around your throat, using it to grip your upper arm, steering you back the way you came. The tip of his blade is still scraping your skin, the constant pain seeming to send shocks all over your body. He takes a sharp turn that you aren't prepared for, a gasp leaving you as he shoves you up against a particularly thick tree.

The blade in his hand is dropped to the forest floor, his left hand cupping your cheek roughly as he directs your face up to his. His brown eyes are impossibly dark as they take you in, free hand palming your waist. He’s hiked up your flowy, flower patterned shirt, his big hand sliding up your torso to thumb at the cut under your breast.

You hiss in pain, but that only seems to excite him, the man bringing his blood covered thumb up to his lips, tongue poking out to guide the appendage into his mouth. The low moan that escapes him has you clenching your thighs together, eyes wide as you watch his thumb slide out of his mouth, traces of your bright red blood left on his tongue.

“Fuck, best thing 've ever tasted,” he mutters, hands moving to collect more of the slow trickling blood. Your hands are shaky as they grip onto his blood stained tank top, watching his face as he stares down at his hand, thick fingers disappearing into the meat of your breast instead of swiping up more of your blood.

He dips his head down to mouth at your neck, teeth unforgiving against your skin. His tight grip on you and the tree at your back keeps you from flinching away, at his mercy as his teeth work at your flesh. He doesn't break skin, but it's a near thing, a bruise no doubt starting to form already.

“Ah, hurts,” you whine, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. Despite the pain, you don't try to push him away, hands steadily holding his black tank. Hot puffs of breath dance over your damp skin as he laughs, running his tongue over the bruised flesh before pulling back to look at you.

“That so?” Hesitantly, you nod, heart pounding as you let your weight fully rest up against the tree, breathing shaky as his previously idle hand starts to palm at your breast. His large hand seems to engulf you, and you can't help but push into his touch. He's rough with this too, as you suspect he is with all things, groping you while he watches on with a satisfied look on his face.

Slowly, your fingers unclench from his shirt, and you press your hand flat against his chest. You can feel his warmth even through his shirt, hands trailing absently over his defined pecs. You watch your hands move as he chuckles, eyes flicking up to find him smirking down at you.

“Pretty little thing like you,” he starts, thumb running along your cheekbone, “bet you're sweet all over, ain't ya?"

The next breath you take is shaky, eyes wide and glassy as you stare up at him. He hums, head tilting as he observes you.

“Wanna know what I think?” He whispers, head dipping down again. This time he doesn't bite you, though there's still a twinge of pain as he sucks over the bruises his teeth had made. Your response is lost in your gasp, knees buckling at the unexpected current of pleasure that wracks through you. If it weren't for him pressing you against the tree, you would probably be on the ground right now.

“Think I'm gonna keep you all to myself. You'd be my good girl, won't you?” He moves up to mouth at your jaw, wet open mouthed kisses following his path to your mouth, “Whaddya say, think you could be Johnny's good girl?”

Through the fear pumping through you at the thought of what would happen to you if you said no, there's a part of you, a sick and twisted part, that really, desperately wants to succumb to this sadistic man's whims. You know saying yes would be just as bad as what will happen if you say no. There's no knowing what he would do to you, but that part of you frankly doesn't care.

“Please,” you whisper, letting your hands wrap around his broad torso, palms flat against his back as you press his muscular body against yours, as if he could get any closer, “so good. I'll be your good girl.”

You don't fight the hand on your face as he guides you, eyes fluttering at the close proximity of your faces. Johnny's eyes are crinkled at the corners, his smirk pressed against the corner of your mouth, “Good.”

Johnny's lips are aggressive as they press against yours, seeming to consume you as his tongue bullies its way into your mouth. There's nothing you can do but endure the attack, moaning and gasping into his mouth as his other hand continues to grope you.

Overwhelmed by the force of his kiss, you can't keep yourself still. Tree bark scrapes your skin with every shudder his skillful tongue pulls from you, but you barely feel it. All you feel is him, his all encompassing presence that looms over you and threatens to consume your very being.

Through his jeans and your skirt, you can feel his erection pressing into your lower stomach as you shift against him. The feeling of it seems to awaken something in you, a primal urge you've never felt before, your hands dropping from his back to pathetically fumble at the bottom of his tank. Once you get your hands on his skin you can't keep them still, running them up and down the warm expanse of his back.

You can feel slight imperfections on his skin, long lines of damaged flesh that match the scars on his face. You trace over them, letting your nails trail over his skin in your exploration. There's barely enough space between you to breathe, but somehow you're able to wedge your arms between the two of you to trace over his stomach.

The skin there is soft, though you can still feel the faint definition of the muscles beneath. You continue to run your hands up, though just as your fingers dance along his pecks the hand groping you is instantly grabbing your wrist, yanking it out and pressing your hand roughly against the tree next to your head.

“Not yet, I ‘ain't had my fun,” he mumbles against your neck, giving your bottom lip a little nip before he pulls away completely. He lets go of your hand, the other dropping from your face to pull up the bottom of your skirt. His big hands palm at your ass, fingers harsh as they squeeze.

All too soon he's stepping back from you, arms crossed as his eyes drag over your form. You feel squirmy under his gaze, fingers fidgeting with each other as you wait for him to say or do anything.

“Y’look like you have too much clothes on,” he says, and you can hear the hidden command in his words. You're quick to ruck your shirt over your head, the thin lace bra sticking to your sweaty skin. Trembling fingers take longer than you'd like to work the button of your skirt, though once that's open you're able to shove it down over plush thighs, letting it fall to the forest floor.

“That's it darlin’, why don't you get laid out real nice for me, huh?” He's leering at you, watching the way your body moves as you sit down on the forest floor. He seems to enjoy watching you follow his every command, hand absently palming his erection the whole time.

You're careful as you lay down, making sure to stuff your now dirt covered clothes underneath you as some sort of padding. There's still rocks and sticks that make it uncomfortably uneven, but at least they won't be cutting into your skin. Once you're settled, thighs clenched tight and hands fidgeting on your stomach, you look up at Johnny as you wait for instructions.

He hums, taking the few steps needed to stand at your feet, “Good girl.”

You can't keep the pleased hum down, watching him with wide eyes as he start's unbuckling his belt. He doesn't bother to take it off though, undoing the button and zipper before he's kneeling at your feet.

He plants both hands on your knees, pushing them open to stare down at you. You know you're wet, you can feel the fabric of your panties sticking to your skin uncomfortably. There's probably a wet spot too, and you turn your head away when you notice the smug look on his face.

A thick finger presses right over your hole, going as deep as the fabric can allow. Your pussy clenched at the intrusion, desperate for him to fill you. Rolling your hips up, you try to force the finger deeper, huffing when he pulls away.

“What a desperate little thing, hmm?” He slips a finger through the crotch of your panties, pulling them off of you roughly. You lift your hips to help aid the process, hands falling between your legs to cover yourself up.

"Thought you wanted to be my good girl," Johnny says, hand coming up to gently cradle the side of your face, a sharp contrast to his mean glare and condescending tone that he directs at you. Your heart pounds in your chest, legs falling open to allow him enough space to shuffle forward.

"I do. I- I am," you manage to choke out, slowly pulling your hands away from where you were covering yourself. Instead you fist them in his dirty shirt to try and bring his mouth down to yours, whining when he doesn't budge at your insistent tugging.

The smirk that spreads over his face sends a shiver down your spine, and his thumb glides down your cheek to prod at your kiss swollen lips. He tugs the bottom lip down, pressing the pad of his thumb roughly against your tender flesh.

"Open," he commands, and you do so without a thought. He's slow as he eases his thumb into your mouth, letting you lave your tongue over his calloused skin before it's easing further into your mouth. His thumb, thick and long and big like the rest of his fingers, teases at the back of your throat, and you feel tears collecting as you fight back the urge to gag at the intrusion.

He takes pity on you, slowly pulling his thick thumb from your mouth to then harshly press it against your clit. The rough pressure has your hips bucking, not knowing if you want to roll up against the touch or pull away. Johnny doesn't give you an option either way, thick fingers practically disappearing into your thigh to keep you still, gripping so hard you're surprised they haven't torn through your flesh.

You can't stop the desperate sounds that fall from your lips, your pleas garbled as your legs fall further open. His blunt nails scrape the delicate flesh above your clit as he abuses your sex, drawing loud, drawn out whines as you writhe on the forest floor. Johnny only seems to thrive on your suffering, shifting so that he can press two fingers into you at the same time. You're embarrassingly wet, so they easily slide in despite how thick his fingers are, relieving the empty feeling that has settled over you.

“Fuck, woman, you're wetter than all hell,” he's sat back to watch the way your cunt greedily sucks his fingers in, hips rolling down to match the thrusting of his fingers. Wet squelching fills the forest, your soft, breathy gasps barely heard over the sound.

Johnny crowds into your space, leaving a trail of bites up your neck and to your lips. The kiss is rough, teeth clicking together from the rough treatment before he comes in at a better angle. It's dirty and sloppy and wet, teeth biting at your bottom lip every time he pulls back to take a breath.

It's too much, a sensory overload that has your brain turning to mush. His fingers curl aggressively inside you, thumb rubbing painful circles on your clit. Slowly, your hands release the death grip they have on his shirt, unsteady as they move to thread through his short hair. The tight grip you have on his hair has him growling out a warning, the nip he gives to your lip drawing blood.

You hastily grab onto the back of his shirt, tears blurring your vision as you pull back from his lips with a desperate gasp. Heaving breaths escape your lips, moans and whines tumbling into pleas as you beg him not to stop. He presses a kiss to your forehead that's more teeth than lips because of his wide grin, a dark chuckle following soon after.

Hips rolling desperately into his touch, you chase the orgasm you can feel building.

“That's it, give it to me,” his voice is low, and the command sends a shiver down your spine, cunt clenching around his fingers. Your gasps get stuck in your throat, high pitched whines drowning out the sound of your arousal as you cum.

Johnny doesn't let up even after you've cum, fingers working at you at a brutal pace, bringing another orgasm that hurts as much as it feels good. You try in vain to pull away from his touch, but he just holds your hips down with his free hand, fingers working ruthlessly as you twitch and cry.

“Good girl,” Johnny finally lets up, pulling his soaked hand from between your legs. He licks a long stripe up his fingers, chuckling at the fucked out look on your face, “sweet as honey.”

You can't do much more than lay there watching him as he sits back on his heels, quickly pulling his tank top up over his head. His chest is littered with scars, and you can't help the way your eyes trace over each pale line that decorates his skin. They look like they were painful, and you're brushing a hand over one before you can even think.

Thankfully he doesn't get mad at you touching him this time, silent as he lets you explore. His skin is warm and surprisingly soft, a light dusting of hair trailing down from his belly button and disappearing into his pants. You let your nails trail through the hair, relishing in the deep sound that rumbles in his throat.

Lips pulled between your teeth, you can't help but admire the way his arms move as he works on pushing down his jeans. The muscles move under the flesh, arm as sturdy looking as the rest of him. You tug on the band of his jeans, inching them down over his legs, eyes laser focused onto his cock, no underwear in sight.

Your fingers wrap around his erection easily, swiping your thumb over the angry red head to collect the wetness there. The groan he lets out is heavenly, but he grabs your wrist and pulls your hand from him.

“We don't have the time for that right now, darlin’,” he says, shoving them down the rest of the way and kicking them off to the side. He pushes your legs up and open by the underside of your knees, shuffling forward to fill the empty space, “Now you be a good girl and hold these legs open for me, an’ I'll be makin’ you scream in no time.”

He lets go of your trembling legs the second you reach for them, grabbing the base of his dick and rubbing the tip through your folds, left forearm resting on the ground next to your head. It catches on your fluttering hole with every pass, a tease that has you whining for more, rocking your hips as much as you can.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity but has only been a few seconds, he slides into you, letting go of his dick to rest his arm on the other side of your head. The stretch is painful, and you instinctively clench around the intrusion. He doesn't stop, merely laughing at your wince as his hips settle against yours.

There's no grace period given. His hips are pulling back before you can adjust to his girth, drilling into you with a deep and brutal pace that has you wailing. You can feel the sharp sting of your nails from how hard you're clenching your thighs, the pain seeming to heighten your pleasure.

Johnny's grin is wide and full of teeth, you can feel it against your neck. Then he's digging his teeth into the flesh, abusing the bruised flesh. You can't feel it though, lost in the haze of his cock pounding into you. You feel the breath being knocked out of you with every thrust, eyes blurry with the onset of tears.

Your throat hurts from your wailing, pleas barely distinguish whenever you're able to attempt speaking. Johnny either doesn't understand you or doesn't care enough to figure it out, laughing at your babbling. When he pulls back you can see blood on his lips and teeth, and then you feel the sting of the bite he left on you.

Johnny presses his lips to yours as your face scrunched up in pain, the coppery taste of your blood lingering even after he pulls away. You chase the taste off your lips with your tongue, unable to follow his lips as he sits up.

“Fuck,” he drawls, the voice drawn out as he bottoms out in you, watching the way your hips twitch to try and get any sort of friction, “fuckin’ soaked through that pretty little skirt you got layers out under you, best pussy I've ever had.”

Then there's a large hand fisting the hair at the back of your head, yanking your head back. Your yelp of pain is drowned out by the obscene sounds coming from your pussy while Johnny uses you as if you were a toy. Pace bordering on brutal, you hold onto your sweat dampened thighs as he chases his high.

He licks and nibbles at the still bleeding wound on your neck, drinking from you as his thrusts shift you across the forest floor. The salt from your tears sting as it hits the bite marks that cover your neck, a loud moan following when the taste of salt hits Johnny's tongue.

Thrusts becoming erratic, your only warning is his teeth clamping down on the side of your neck before you feel the liquid heat of Johnny’s cum filling you in bursts, pushed deeper into you by tiny thrusts. It's only when he finally stills inside of you that you are able to breath, taking big gasps as you gather yourself.

“Mmm, what a good girl you are,” Johnny mumbles against your neck, pulling back to look you over. You probably look a mess, hair frizzy from the heat and being yanked on by Johnny. You're also covered in blood, though Johnny probably relishes in the fact that he put it there. It's when his gaze settles on where you're still connected that you feel your face heat in embarrassment.

As he pulls out you can't help the way you whimper, desperate for him to fill you back up despite how tender your abused sex feels. The trail of cum that follows is quickly stuffed back into you by two thick fingers, plugging you up with his cum.

Large hands slide under your ass, tacky with your arousal. Your hands fall away from your thighs in surprise as he lifts your lower body off the ground so that you're resting on your shoulders.

“Probably tastes even better mixed with me,” he mumbles more to himself than to you. As Johnny licks a long stripe up from your fluttering, dripping hole to your clit, you find yourself melting into the pleasure that he is giving you, no longer caring about what will become of you when he's had his fill.

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[kxizoku-ou]

Have you had any thoughts on hybrid versions of the one piece characters? I love seeing what animals people associate with the characters 😅. Also ears and tails are cute

Hybrid Au, my beloved!!! owo I tend to go heavier with the animal research/xeno than just "ears and tails", but yes, I absolutely have thoughts— here's a handful of my favorites/who comes to mind!

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Kaidou — Auroch bull: The now-extinct relative of modern cattle, closely related to Spanish fighting bulls. Bull feels fitting for Kaidou, I think— they're huge, potentially dangerous animals that get screwed over in blood sports or as slaughterhouse bait, and near-universally seen as aggressive because of instincts that are based in self-preservation or protecting a herd. And of course, ending up as a bull hybrid is just what happens to my favs, by now... (@senjuushi)

Judge — Tawny eagle: His "Garuda" theme implies a bird of prey from the start, so it's an easy pick! Described as "opportunistic", with a habit of feeding on carrion (and stealing other animals' prey), yet still "a bold and active predator", tawny eagles fit well with Judge's vibe of regal, pompous, and trying way too hard. They also tend to mate for life... and male birds are known for flashy courtship habits. Reiju, Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji would be the same species for this Au.

Sanji — Mourning dove: Keeping with the bird theme of his family, but a far less bloodthirsty species. Mourning doves are fluffy, vocal birds that are known for being "prolific breeders". They can be territorial between males, but are also social pair-bonders. Sora would have been a dove too, and Sanji sharing her species is just one more sign that the modifications failed. There's also something very fitting about a "caged bird" theme for his experiences with Germa.

Spandam — Giant panda: Useless animal that would be extinct by now without human intervention. Clumsy, pathetic, and admittedly pretty cute, but not good for much other than existing under careful supervision in a zoo. Of course, Spandam's terrible personality ruins most of the cuteness effect his hybrid species might have— ultimately, he's a needy, spoiled idiot who's eternally dependent on the care of others. And personally, I think he should have a cute, sensitive little stubby tail, perfect to yank on when he's being a brat.

Katakuri — Grizzly bear: Linlin is a grizzly hybrid as well, and the shared species adds to Katakuri's reputation as her "perfect" son. He's huge, powerful, and highly threatening... but would be just as content to gorge himself on snacks and all but hibernate afterward. If it wasn't for his self-imposed standard of perfection, that is. His fucked-up mouth seems even worse on a large predator species, too, which definitely adds to his complex/self-consciousness over it.

Perospero — Red fox: I saw a fanart of him as a fox hybrid on Pixiv, and it convinced me. A smug, sneaky bastard who takes after his mother's carnivore tendencies, but with far less of an intimidation factor to back it up. Annoyingly talkative and far more socially oriented than he wants to admit, as well as capable of being an absolute nuisance when he wants to— all of that sounds very fitting for Peros, I think. And fox whining noises fit his crybaby side.

Cracker — Bushy-tailed woodrat: Prey animals that are described as "vocal and boisterous", and nuisances for "creating general noisy havoc"— seems appropriate for Cracker, an overconfident brat who's far less tough than he acts. Packrats (the overall category) are nest-builders, too, which fits with how he spends so much time hiding in his biscuit soldiers to avoid direct combat. Woodrats also apparently have a foot-thumping tendency; a good match for his clapping!

Pudding — British longhair cat: Babygirl-looking murder machine seems highly appropriate. British longhairs have the sweetest little faces and soft coats, but cats are nature's finest serial killers at their core. Pudding would be perfect as a needy, jealousy-prone kitty who's way too good at playing up the cutesy kitten act to get on people's good sides— right up until a tsundere moment kicks in. Then, she's all puffed-up, twitching tail and poorly stifled purring.

Caesar — Axolotl: Like his pet poison slime thing! Axolotls are apparently "used extensively in scientific research due to their ability to regenerate limbs, gills, and parts of their eyes and brains", which feels fitting for Caesar, as does the fact that they're tricky to take care of as pets (and keep getting put in cages by people who don't treat them well, at that). Also, those feathery external gills are cute!!

Queen — American alligator: Lethal fat fuck of a reptile, exactly how Queen should be! Alligators can be lazy and kind of goofy-looking, but they're still dangerous and very strong. The huge, thick tail is also an obvious plus (the "Brachio-Snakeus" trick haunts me). And really, can't you see him sprawled out all lazy, for gator-style sunbathing?

Drake — Rottweiler/Border Collie mix: A strong, intelligent, capable, and work-oriented animal, that would (as a dog-experienced friend put it), "tear a house down to the foundation" if left without enough to occupy it. Drake gives me "beaten dog" vibes, in general, and it feels fitting that his hybrid species could easily have been sweet, if not for the trauma and DEEP psychological issues.

Law — Shorthaired silver tabby: Law is so very catboy-coded. He's a grumpy, fussy kitty who will both claw your arm open if you try to touch him, and could just as easily be reduced to a purring puddle if his guard gets torn down enough to allow it. Cats are highly effective agents of violence (and can be total bastards, when they want to), but also absolute babies. And imagine tiny, angry catboy Law getting scruffed by Rocinante to prevent the aforementioned clawing.

#Hybrid Au #One Piece #Kaidou #Kaidou of the Beasts #Judge #Vinsmoke Judge #Sanji #Black Leg Sanji #Spandam #Perospero #Charlotte Perospero #Katakuri #Charlotte Katakuri #Cracker #Charlotte Cracker #Pudding #Charlotte Pudding #Caesar #Caesar Clown #Queen #Queen the Plague #Drake #X Drake #Law #Trafalgar Law

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[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Okay bear with me on this here is how Neytiri becomes chill with Spider and Lo’ak is able to confront his issues with insecurity and feeling not good enough in his family in my little humans never returning au. 

Neteyam gets his ikran and goes through his uniltaron early. He becomes the youngest warrior in the clan. And Kiri befreinded an ikran, becoming ikran makto without any of the traditional trials. I think that period of time, depending on when Kiri befriends her ikran, had to have been ROUGH for our boy. Lo’ak comes up with like, the most dumb idea ever. Like it’s becoming Toruk Makto because Neteyam just went through his iknimaya early and Kiri tamed an ikran by being its friend randomly and Lo’ak gets a little desperate. He tells Spider, because Spider is his partner in crime and he’ll do anything with him. But Spider isn’t for Lo’ak dying an early death, shockingly. So Spider threatens to rat him out. No joke he’s like “if you are serious, if I catch even a whiff of you where you aren’t supposed to be, I’m going right to your mom.”

Lo’ak: You wouldn’t dare. She hates you, she’ll blame you. 

Spider: So be it. 

Lo’ak tries to call his bluff only because he feels really betrayed and upset and Spider’s ass walks straight into the village and right up to Neytiri and tattles on Lo’ak like it’s nobody’s business. Like before she can get out a “what do you want demon child?” he’s like “Lo’ak is going to get killed trying to become Toruk Makto because he’s dumb as rocks.”

Neytiri finds Jake, they go after Lo’ak, they find him like halfway up a tree trying to be toruk bait like a little clown. He has a little breakdown and expresses all these feelings, all his doubts and insecurities. His fear he doesn’t fit in and he isn’t good enough for the family. Jake tells him he doesn’t have to prove anything, and they love him just the way he is. They just want him to be happy and safe. 

After that Neytiri is nice to Spider. Maybe not kind, or caring quite yet. But she is never rude, because Spider showed clearly he cares for Lo’ak’s safety even more than he cares for his friendship, even if everyone knows Lo’ak would forgive him eventually (and did). 

#sorry this came to me in a brain blast #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #lo'ak sully #neytiri sully #jake sully #kiri sully #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #melissa og #melissa on avatar (cameron) #we are mindmelding get in #HOWS THIS FOR HEADCANONS SO FAR #humans never return au

[kthynes]

all bark no bite

18+

When Lloyd isn’t the big tough guy.

word count: 369

warnings: course language and all the funnies. Husband for Hire AU.

authors note: In my mind I’ve always presumed Lloyd to have the most outlandish fears. So this piece is in tune with his character.

There’s a reason why you named Cujo, Cujo. Not because he meant harm but because he was fiercely protective when unprovoked.

“Down, boy. Down!” Lloyd tirelessly spent the last half hour trying to calm your disastrous dog while you took the world's longest shower. “I said DOWN.”

Cujo growls, bearing his sizely incisors at Lloyd who is crouched on top of the island counter with a hand on his holster. This standoff ensued when Sergio dropped your dog off first thing in the morning with no further warning. It’s unfortunate because Lloyd was expecting your dog to be a cute ankle biter. Not some raging mutt with mommy issues and a bad groom.

“Fucking Christ.” Lloyd grits through his teeth, equally afraid and unequally impatient. Cujo rattles another round of loud, thunderous barks. “Go away you piece of shit.”

You hear all the commotion in your ascend. Hell you heard it in your soundproofed room. “Hey! Hey, what’s going— Cujo!”

You appear at the rounded archway, completely bright eyed.

The puppy’s demeanor changes instantaneously. His paws slide and click against the floor as he charges towards you. You drop and get on your haunches to be pummelled by a 40 pound dog.

“Oh bubba! I missed you so much!” You giggle, consumed in slobbery, dog kisses. Lloyd huffs and hobbles off the counter, relieved to be in your presence again and away from being live bait.

“You let him kiss you on the mouth like that?” He motions with disgust.

“I take it you’re not a dog person.” You pull away for air while giving your dog all the behind the ear scratches.

“Your dog is satanic.” He states while retrieving a glass of water for himself.

“Hence the name.” You smile. Lloyd looks incredibly good in his vulnerability. Pre-gelled hair disheveled, pouty lips that quiver ever so slightly. Eyes adrift as he tries to catch his every breath and steady his heartbeat, all at once. “Give it some time. He’ll come around and who knows, you two might be inseparable.”

“Not a chance. He stays out in the doghouse.”

“Says who?” You stand up.

“Says me.” You both are glaring at one another for a minute too long. He continues downing his water.

“C’mon Cujo, let’s go play in Lloyd’s room.” You deadpan while tugging slightly on your dogs collar. It’s a joke but it’s also a moving rhetoric. You don’t care about Lloyd’s order because you knew he was terrified of dogs. His restrained facial cues told you that.

“Y/N.” He groans.

“You’ll be fine, Hansen.” You sing down the hall and Cujo barks in agreement. “Get over yourself.”

#chris evans #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen #series: husband for hire #mafia!lloyd x you #mafia!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x fem!reader #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x y/n

[monsoon-of-art]

For the mer AU, what happens when we get to the point in the plot that Akari is exiled? Is that the moment Kamado finds out she can transform into a mer person? Or maybe Akari reveals herself by saving another mer person (maybe Sabi) who got caught? Does he actually exile her, or do Cyllene/Laventon/Rei have to sneak her out because he imprisoned her? How do the clans react to Jubilife essentially kicking a pup out to die in the wilds even though Akari has proven herself trustworthy?

I also really like to imagine Kamado getting a moment of "oh shit I was bullying a bear cub and the much, much larger parent is here and pissed" with Ingo. Maybe he chases Akari down to the shore while she's trying to escape? I mean if he thinks she's some magical creature who has something to do with the attacked ships or rising sea I can't imagine him letting her go. And he'd probably assume mer people were roughly the same size as people, like Akari is, unaware Akari is both young and unusually small. Up until he gets confronted by an overprotective orca the size of a ship.

Truthfully? I am not entirely sure. I know that Kamado will find out that Dawn can shift forms. Add that to the rising water levels, plants dying, and something destroying their boats (thanks Gaeric) he definitely wants Dawn gone.

I'm not sure about after that, though? One idea is that Kamado uses her as bait to lure the others, but that seems excessively cruel. He'd probably just put her on a ship and toss her out to sea tbh.

#pkm mer au

[shih-coulda-had-it]

what's the cover story for de age toshinori from your au? And what everyone reaction to this new quirkless student ?

While he attends Aldera, the teachers and administration are told that Toshinori is finally brave enough to go to class (fake cover story: Toshinori as a hikikomori, or a shut-in). Toshinori takes placement tests and scores well enough, and because he registers himself as Quirkless, the Aldera administration just crams Toshinori into Izuku’s class in the hopes that two Quirkless students will befriend each other.

And then Toshinori announces his intentions to become a hero. When they ask him about his Quirk, thinking it’s something on-par with Bakugou’s, Toshinori sunnily declares himself Quirkless and then takes his seat.

So the class at-large thinks that Toshinori is a nutcase. Izuku is slightly mortified that Toshinori’s now able to monitor his exercise routine AND his school day, but he gets over it. Not everyone gets to share homework answers with their idol!

Bakugou is, as you might imagine, not a fan of a second Quirkless kid trying to head into U.A. But because he doesn’t have the same fraught history with Toshinori as he does with Izuku, he’s only just callous with Toshinori--who grins and bears it, up until Toshinori gets fed up and baits him into a fight outside of school grounds. That takes several months.

Toshinori shows up at the Entrance Exam, but he does NOT participate in the practical portion. Only Izuku demonstrates his capacity to use One for All (though Toshinori also retains his copy of the Quirk. Don’t worry about it.)

The U.A. administration is aware of what’s happened between Toshinori and Izuku, but they don’t want to slot Toshinori into the classes. Those are highly-valued seats! What’s the point of having a twenty-student class if one student is going to age out of it in like, three months?

So, instead, Eraser Head comes up with the idea to present Toshinori as a T.A. (teacher’s aide).

Toshinori spends the practical portions of the program with 1-A, but he spends the rest of his time with either Nedzu (studying Education 101/doing paperwork) or Gran Torino (running through as many exercises as possible, while he can).

Toshinori the T.A. is respected by nearly everyone in the class, even Bakugou (because he got his ass beat before U.A. started). Izuku is the only one who laughs at Toshinori, because he saw Toshinori weep at the amount of papers he was ‘asked’ to grade.

#bnha #all might #yagi toshinori #deaged at dagobah au #shih.txt #asks #anon #long post #but i don't think it needs a readmore #toshinori celebrates too early at not having to do highschool work #so torino tells eraser head to assign him TA work #toshinori is NOT allowed to escape paperwork!!

[lullabyes22-blog]

Mel x Silco - Divorce AU - A Drabble Thing

Based on this ask by @elviriel <3

Part of an AU meta of the Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO universe.

tw: divorce, stalking, kidnapping

tw: dysfunctional relationship dynamics

Because you made me love you.

Because you left.

And now, you'll pay.

In some ways, it would feel like a bitter inevitability.

Silco already has a great deal of trauma around betrayal/abandonment (and Vander condemning him for his ruthless methods, which in Silco's mind are necessary for Zaun’s survival). Mel leaving him for Jayce after he's crossed a line, would probably be something he'd half-expected in his bleakest subconscious.

He'd also have a lot of complicated emotions about what her loss means for him professionally, given that she's privy to a number of his trade secrets. Mel would by this stage be one of Silco's closest confidants and a level-headed advisor. He'd respect her political savvy, and admire the fact that she's so adept at navigating the minefield of Piltovan politics.  She's got a gilded tongue that goes a long way when it comes to cinching sweetheart deals, and she's a brilliant networker whose connections are a huge asset to him.

And obviously there's the fact that, as things stand, she's the de facto mother of his daughter. She's a bittersweet taste of having someone to come home to, and to share his childrearing troubles with. Not to mention Jinx has flourished under her gentle hand, her moods less turbulent and her tantrums more sporadic.

Mel’s exit would devastate the girl, and in the early days, she'd veer between blaming herself and blaming Silco.

On his part, Silco would try to rationalize it by saying Mel is a Topsider. They never can be trusted. The only fault was his for allowing his better judgement to be gulled by trust. There's only him, and Jinx. That's how it was meant to be. (Jinx would find this old reality hard to reconcile herself to, after having her heart set on belonging to a little family. Silco would find her tears a frustrating burden to bear, since they sharpen all the flavors of his own misery.)

Outwardly, he'd keep the pain close to his chest. No one must know. It's a weakness, and he's still a man who has to walk the tightrope between ruthless survivalism and the enduring legacy of his nation. His pride wouldn't allow him to beg, or even ask, Mel to reconsider. After all, Zaun is the one and only thing he's ever fought for. The one and only thing he's ever truly had, that was his by right. And now it is, because he's bled for it, and suffered, and killed for it.

Mel, with all her privilege, could never understand the cost.

In daytime, Silco's inner voice would say:

"I'm free now. We were never meant to last."

But in the dead of night, when Silco's dreams are dark and his loneliness is a bottomless pit, his subconscious will say:

"You never deserved her, not for a moment. You were a fool to let yourself care, to think you could be loved."

If she'd stayed, Mel would have eventually come to see this darkest part of him, and would have known there was no saving him. But as it is, his cold survivor's streak is the only thing he has left to offer. So Silco, being the pragmatist he is, would use it as bait. He'd know Mel feels a measure of guilt for turning her back on Jinx. He'd dangle the chance at closure before her, knowing her conscience couldn't refuse it.

No reconciliation. Just a meeting, in a neutral place. A chance to talk.

He'd wear a face of stone, and pretend that he's moved on. (In truth, his feelings have hardened into resentment and an embittered, possessive longing. But she can't know that. Never again. She can't have any more of his weaknesses. She's already taken what's left of his heart and drowned it in the river.)

Mel would do the talking, at first. Then she'd get Silco to speak. Silco would keep his replies curt, but he'd eventually open up, just a sliver. Not enough to let her in. Just enough to tell her that his work isn't done, that Zaun still needs its accord with Piltover, and that he needs her political expertise to continue it. He'd offer a tentative olive branch: they can still be allies, and she'll stay in touch with Jinx.

Mel would see though his charade to the rage simmering below the surface.

And beneath that rage: anguish.

However, she would also realize that his feelings for her are no longer an obstacle, because Silco will not allow himself to be vulnerable again in her presence.

He has revenge on the menu, and it's the only dish that can sate him.

So, Mel would take a deep breath and refuse. She would tell him that as much as she adores Jinx, she will not have the girl used as leverage. That she has her limits, and she cannot and will not be his enabler. She would tell him that he must seek redemption for himself, and for Jinx, because neither of them will heal until he does. She'd say she'll do everything in her power to protect the peace accord, but Silco will have to find his own path, or risk destroying his own city, and losing the only family he has left.

Silco would listen, and stay be silent, and then he would bid her farewell.

Mel would return home, and would try to put this whole sorry chapter behind her. Meanwhile, Silco would have other plans.

His rage would have time to crystallize, and to be forged into a scheme. He would see a way to kill two birds with one stone. To avenge the humiliation of Mel leaving, and the shame of having his heart broken by a Topsider. (Because it's easier than acknowledging the real reason: that he'd allowed himself to be vulnerable, and had paid the price. Because, in truth, his anger is an attempt to smother his sorrow.)

He'd send word to his network, and set the wheels in motion.

He'd make a public show of reaching out, offering a hand of friendship despite his and Mel's (much publicized) divorce. It would be a ruse, but the best lies have a grain of truth, and Silco would not want to arouse any suspicions.

Jayce would be skeptical, and Mel would be wary.  But the Council would have no qualms about playing nice with one of their most powerful trading partners. After all, the accord is good for business, and Silco would present himself as a man with his heart set on the greater good, and no hard feelings over the personal strife.

Politics is the art of compromise, after all, and he'd always known his and Mel’s was a marriage embedded in it. He'd play the role of the gracious gentleman to perfection, and his act would convince the Council that there's no need to worry.

(The only one who'd know the truth is Sevika, and she'd keep her reservations to herself. Silco would trust her to do what needs to be done. After all, she'd have a vested interest in seeing Zaun succeed.)

After a few months, when Mel had let her guard down a degree, Silco would propose a solo meeting to renegotiate the terms of the trade agreement. She would accept, because the Council would insist. They'd have no reason to suspect that the meeting is anything but routine, and they'd assume Silco would have no ulterior motives, given that he's been acting so cooperative.

But Silco would have every motive.

His vengeance would have come full circle.

When the day arrived, Mel would be sitting at the conference table, and would notice the look in his eyes. She'd realize that something's wrong. She'd sense the danger in the air.

And she'd understand she'd been played.

The exits would be sealed. Her guards would be gunned down. Her fate would be sealed.

Later, cuffed and dragged into Silco’s limousine, she'd look him in the eye, and her gaze would ask: Why?

And his answer would be:

Because you made me love you.

Because you left.

And now, you'll pay.

Before long, news would spread that Councilor Medarda has been abducted. There would be no details on whether her captors are an independent terrorist cell, or if the Eye of Zaun himself might be responsible.

Jayce would be stricken, and would lead the charge to get her back. He would not know if she's dead or alive, and his mind would torture him with the thought of finding her mutilated body, or not finding her at all. He'd be wracked with guilt for ever believing Silco, and for failing to protect the woman he loves.

Then he'd get a visit from an unlikely ally.

Sevika.

She'd say: "This has gone too far."

For months, she's watched Silco become obsessed with this mad quest for revenge, and she's realized she can't stand by and watch him destroy himself and their city. So, she's decided to take matters into her own hands, and has come to enlist Jayce's help. She would tell him that, no matter what happens between him and Medarda, she can't let her boss go down for this.

Not when the Council would crucify him, and tear up the trade agreement, and destroy Zaun.

Sevika would tell him that if they play this carefully, there's a chance they can salvage the crisis, and that Mel might come out unscathed. Jayce, fearing a trap but desperate for any lead, would have no choice but to agree. So, Sevika would lead him into the Undercity, and to one of Silco's subterranean strongholds. Jayce would be led through a labyrinth of corridors and past rows of cells, until they reached the grand chamber, the one where the Eye has been keeping his quarry.

The doors would open.

Mel would be there, chained up, but alive.

Silco would have kept her alive, because he'd still be unable to let her go. Because despite everything, he'd still been unable to let go of the love he once had for her.

She would have been imprisoned in an elegant gilded cage, but a cage nonetheless.

Her captivity would have lasted days, and she'd have lost weight and become pale and frail.

Jayce would rush to her side, and would hold her, and Mel would break down and cry, because her ordeal has taken a toll. She'd cling to Jayce and bury her face against his chest, and Jayce would whisper that he's got her, and that she's safe now, and he won't ever let her go again.

But in truth, no one would be safe, because Silco would have been watching their reunion.

He'd have been hidden in the shadows, and would have listened to their exchange, and would have been unable to keep the bitterness from welling up inside. He'd feel like his heart has been torn out again, and the rage would return, and would drive him to his feet.

Jayce would look up, and would see him emerge from the shadows.

He'd stare Silco down, and he'd demand: "How could you?"

And Silco would tell him:

"You should never have taken her."

Jayce would ask if he'd hurt her, and promise to make him pay tenfold if it was so.

And Silco would say:

"No, I couldn't. As much as I tried, I couldn't."

Because a part of him had never been able to hate her, no matter how hard he tried.

And Mel would ask Jayce to let her talk to Silco alone. Jayce would object. But Sevika would back her up, knowing her presence is enough of a deterrent to ensure nothing untoward happens. And the look in Mel's eyes would tell Jayce to trust her, because this is the only way she'll have a chance of reaching Silco.

So, he'd reluctantly wait outside the chamber, pacing with a mixture of anxiety and anger.

Meanwhile, Mel would say:

"I knew I had a death-wish, marrying you."

Silco would sneer:

"You should have left while you still could."

"That's the problem. I couldn't. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't."

Silco would give her a look.

"I loved you," she'd say. "Not the man you wanted me to love. The one I saw underneath the surface, and who I hoped would let me in."

"I did let you in," Silco would say, "and look where it got me."

"Where it got you, is the fact that you couldn't kill me. That you couldn't bring yourself to. Even now."

Silco would give a dark, bitter chuckle, and say:

"Believe me, it would be a mercy if I did."

"A mercy?"

"Better than living with the memory of you."

Mel would look him in the eye and say:

"What about Jinx?"

The name would make him flinch.

"I could have her choose between us," Mel would say, "but I won't. Because it would break her. So, you must choose. You must choose to let me go, and to move on, for your daughter's sake. Because I won't be back. Not if it will cost me my life, or my sanity, or peace between our nations."

Silco would look away, because her words would strike deep. He'd know he's trapped, that he'd made a grave mistake, and he'd have to pay the price.

"You're a smart man, sir," Sevika would intercede. "You're a survivor, and a pragmatist. What would the pragmatic thing be in this situation?"

Silco would swallow hard, and say:

"It would be to let her go."

"Then let her go."

So, Silco would walk over to Mel, and would take her by the wrist, and would unlock her shackles.

Then he'd say:

"If we cross paths again, I won't hesitate."

Mel would nod, knowing he spoke the truth.

"I can't say the same," she'd say. "But I hope you can find peace, Silco."

And she'd leave him, her parting words cutting deeper than any blade.

As for the consequences of his actions—Silco would be brought before the Council, and would have to face the music. There would be calls for his imprisonment, and for the severance of all ties with Zaun.

Jayce, of all people, would speak in his defense, saying that Mel had never been harmed, and that Silco's obsession had been the work of a grieving and broken man. He'd say that, as a fellow human being, and a man who knows what it is to love, he cannot condemn him.

Silco would be let off on grounds of no concrete evidence. He'd resign as Zaun's Chancellor, and would pass the mantle onto Sevika. This would be her chance to prove her mettle, and she'd make the most of it. The new trade agreement would be forged, and Zaun would continue to prosper and grow.

Meanwhile, Jinx would slowly heal, and she'd have her father's undivided attention. Silco would devote himself entirely to her, and would do his best to make up for his failings as a parent. Jinx would forgive him for splitting from Mel, eventually.

They'd carry on, and Zaun would endure.

In time, Mel and Jayce would marry, and start a family. It would be the happiest time of Jayce's life.

The years would go by, and the wounds would scab over, though the scars would remain. Silco would never quite move on. Neither would Mel.

But they'd both live. And they'd remember.

Once a month, Mel would make the trip down to Zaun, and would visit Jinx. She'd take the girl on a stroll around the city, and they'd share a triple-scoop sundae and talk about Jinx's latest projects and her future plans. Mel would offer to finance her endeavors, and Jinx would be hesitant at first, but would eventually accept. She’d go on to become one of the premier trailblazers of Hex-tech in both Piltover and Zaun.

Silco would never be far.

Sometimes, they'd catch sight of him, keeping an eye on them from a distance. His expression would be hard to read. But there would be no trace of the man who once sought to end Mel's life. He'd merely be a spectator, observing the passage of time.

At other times, Mel's eyes would meet his, and he'd offer the ghost of a smile. 

One night, he'd send a message, proposing a drink at bar—one of their old favorites. That is, if Mel felt safe enough to chance it.

And Mel would go, and share a bottle with him.

They'd talk about the old days, and laugh, and toast each other.

It would not be a night of reconciliation. It would simply be a night: two people, talking and reminiscing.

Theirs would be a long, slow dance, and a bittersweet, tangled denouement. But it would be theirs.

And that's all there is to it.

#arcane silco #silco #arcane league of legends #arcane #forward but never forget/xoxo #forward (never forget)/xoxo #arcane jinx #jinx #arcane jayce #jayce talis #arcane mel #mel medarda #melco #silco x mel #mel x jayce #meljay

[eroticwound]

(Pokes You) Carmy Berzatto and Hannibal AU Details When ? Pls...pls

anon i appreciate that you are jonesing for this fucked up au.

i have a really long post drafted that i just need to edit

#appreciate your patience #carmy berzatto #sydney adamu #the bear #hannibal #hannibal lecter #richie jerimovich #bear bait au

[i4lixie]

Ok ok I'm Alex and I'm loving 👀 what this blog is and I need you to imagine with me..Mafia!au stray kids??? 👀👀☕️

ugh yes

mafia!skz w/ a little bit of x!reader

chan is obviously the leader of the group. always talking the rowdiest/youngest members out of trouble. really intimidating at gang meetups with other gangs, like his aura is just dark and terrifying… at home he’s a different story. extremely loyal. really is a teddy bear underneath all that meanness lol. when you’re recruited he has a soft spot towards you pretty quickly. very protective and will put himself in open fire if it means saving his members.

minho is a bit harder to read than the rest. he’s the underboss. may be a little more intimidating than chan at times with the way he practically inspects you with dark eyes the moment chan recruits you. the best manipulator of the gang,, he’s gotten so much material out of rival gangs you don’t know how he does it. definitely the con man. someone who’s also protective of you, but keeps his distance from you, just watching you from afar

changbin is the hit man. he has a way of being messy and smooth with his kills. biggest auxiliary closet you’ve ever seen. is sometimes the comic relief of the group and can easily become your best friend, maybe an older brother type. he’s quite hot headed though which can lead to a lot of problems that minho is most likely solving.

hyunjin, the seducer. kisses before he kills. captures the attention of any room he enters but nobody dares mess with him because he can be ruthless. knows how hot he is and uses it to his advantage, always. with the help of jeongin, he uses aphrodisiacs to enhance his sexual power, but he doesn’t really need them. because of the nature of what he does, it’s hard for him to form genuine relationships, so he’s also one that’s gonna be distant from you at first. but once he warms up to you.. probably falls in love

jisung is every position rolled into one. he can literally do anything, and he can do it well—be a hit man, seduce, talk someone out of something, etc etc. he’s very smart and uses that to find his way out of difficult and sticky situations. he’s very dangerous, even more dangerous than minho, but that allures you… he may end up breaking your heart

felix is the bait. the self proclaimed “innocent” one of the group when he’s anything but. his angelic features cause him to be undetected when he outwardly steals from other gangs or uses self made drugs to get the gang out of bad situations. helps jeongin with making these drugs, and even helps with making enhancements on weapons that everyone uses. he’s shy at first, but opens up very quickly to you

seungmin is the spy. usually just kind of lurking around during meetings to catch off handed comments or actions. he’s the one that stalks and is very good at doing it. works well with computers and technical equipment—you’ve literally seen him make a tracker and put it on the back of a rival gang’s car.. he’s hard to open up with, but also forms that brother like relationship with you.

jeongin is the one that makes everything, even more stuff than seungmin. weapons, drugs, you name it—he’s on it. has his own lab that he spends 60% of his time in. he’s very friendly though, and invites you to come see what he makes and even learn how to make a few things yourself. you swear he has the biggest brain ever.

#idk what this is #just wanted to put smth out LOL #skz #stray kids #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz mafia #skz mafia au #stray kids mafia #stray kids mafia au #hyunjin #han jisung #felix #chan #jeongin #seungmin #changbin #lee minho

[blackacre13]

can you please continue the teacher/student au?

Part 39 is here: Part FORTY below!

“Well,” a deep voice laughed on the line. “It’s not a date night so this isn’t about the best spot for a whiskey and you refuse to take my advice on women so what do I owe the pleasure?”

Lou raised an eyebrow, but she was grinning. The brunette swatted her, but Lou had already caught sight of her blushing cheeks.

“Danny,” she hissed, through gritted teeth. “I need your help.”

“So you’ve called the superior Ocean. I’m afraid I’ll need to hear you—“

“Cut the shit,” Debbie sighed, looking at Lou with eyes full of worry. “I need your help. I need my big brother.”

“I can be at your place in twenty.”

“I fucked up,” Debbie whispered, falling against the blonde as Lou cradled her, combing through her hair. “He can ruin my life, but I won’t let him ruin hers.”

Siblings were fascinating to Lou. Especially when you could observe them at once. And entertaining, when you only knew one of them and had to take that one’s word when they described the one who you didn’t know.

The only things that Lou knew about Danny Ocean included the fact that he was attached to the hip to someone she thought Debbie had called Rusty? But that couldn’t be correct for a grown ass man. She also knew that Debbie’s initial date with her, that allegedly hadn’t truly been a date at all, but a TA welcome dinner, and the drink recommendation had also come from the older sibling. And now as Debbie opened the front door to let him in, the older Ocean immediately scooping her into a bear hug, him shooting a wink over his sister’s head at Lou, she could see his hair and eyes matched Debbie’s.

She expected Debbie to push him off with an eye-roll and a mention of getting back to business, but she clung to her brother, savoring the embrace for a long time until he spoke over her head.

“She’s not usually much of a higher,” he smirked, but he kissed her forehead before he let her go, just in time for Debbie to smack his shoulder and call him an oaf. “So this is the famous Ms. Miller. Sorry Debs has you under her spell, kid.”

Lou wasn’t sure how to respond, but Debbie was closing the door and rushing to her side immediately as if she had to defend the blonde’s honor, her hand sliding into Lou’s.

“You can cut the big brother teasing shit. This is bad,” Debbie sighed. “And whatever cradle robbing, does she call you professor in bed shit you’re planning on spewing, you can just skip. I meant it. This is big. And Lou—Lou is—“

“I know, Strawdebby,” Danny smiled, ruffling her hair before he took a seat in Debbie’s arm chair, carefully moving the stack of graded papers that currently sat there in a heap and placing them on the coffee table.

Lou tucked the nickname away for later.

“And it really is a pleasure to meet you, Lou. Sorry you got dragged into all this Becker shit when you should be partying and having fun every night. Best years of your life, right?” Danny grinned.

Debbie was pulling Lou towards the couch, sorry evident on her face.

“You think Dr. Ocean lets her TA have fun every night?” Lou grinned. She immediately regretted calling her Dr. Ocean. It was just habit when it came to separating their professional and personal relationship. But Debbie had already hinted at the name/power dynamic jokes and she didn’t want Debbie to think she was giving Danny permission to crack jokes at either of their expenses.

Regardless, he didn’t take the bait. He knew the stakes were too high.

“Tell everything,” he said instead, his face sincere. Lou and Debbie went over their history over the past few months. From Lou’s first class to her interview to her welcome dinner and beyond. Thankfully, leaving out any details that a big brother would find unsavory and would absolutely make Lou turn purple.

Debbie was practically shaking by the time they were done, and wordlessly, Lou swept her closer, letting her rest her head on Lou’s shoulder as Lou traced circles with her finger on the brunette’s slacks.

“You love her,” Danny spoke softly. It wasn’t a tease. In fact, it looked like awe and pride.

“No shit, Sherlock,” Debbie rolled her eyes. But her guard was down. Especially with Lou cradling her for support.

“Hold onto this one, Deb,” Danny smiled, his eyes traveling over to Lou. She supposed he wasn’t used to seeing Debbie this vulnerable or soft. “She’s good for you.”

“That’s the plan, Danny,” she sighed. “That’s why I need you. All the Claude bullshit. I don’t give a fuck about tenure or career or my courseload—“

“Debs,” Lou protested softly, but she waved the thought away.

“This is about her. Protecting her future,” Debbie whispered. “I love her.”

“I love you,” Debbie spoke turning to the blonde. “I hope you know I do. But as much as I love you and I love us, nothing is worth jeopardizing your future.”

Lou wanted to say that Debbie was her future. Because she was. But she also knew that both of them wanted her to keep pursuing her dreams. She knew Debbie wanted the world for her.

“Don’t even get me started about this Becker prick,” Danny grumbled. “I knew he was trouble from the start.”

“Well, what’s done is done,” Debbie hissed. “I hate that he’s a part of my history and that there’s only so much I can control in the present. But I’ll be damned if he destroys Lou’s future.”

#queue #blackacre13 #ocean’s eight #oceans eight #oceans 8 #ocean’s 8 #Debbie ocean #Lou miller #Debbie x lou #Lou x debbie #Deb x lou #Lou x deb #Lou miller x debbie ocean #Debbie ocean x lou miller #Lou and debbie #Lou and deb #deb and Lou #Debbie and Lou #heist girlfriends #heist wives #Danny ocean #Rusty Ryan #Amita #o8 fanfic #o8 fanfiction #ocean’s eight fanfic #ocean’s eight fanfiction #ocean’s 8 fanfic #ocean’s 8 fanfiction #teacher/student

[otpcutie]

Otpcutie’s Bucky Barnes Bingo Masterlist — My completed @buckybarnesbingo fills, for round five.

A/N: I got a bingo this round and filled 16 squares!!

1. Daddy’s Little Honey Bear, Chapter 3: Buck-Buck Arrives (M, 12k) | Square: Y4, Tony Stark/Iron Man

Summary (Stony/Stucky): Tony has been working too hard, so his Daddy (Steve) ensures he takes a break and enjoys some little time. Bucky comes home early to spend time with them as well.

In this fic Steve, Bucky and Tony are in a polyamorous V relationship with Steve as the hinge. (Steve/Tony are in a QPR and nonsexual Cg/l dynamic. Steve/Bucky are married.)

Chapter Summary: Bucky comes home and the little space shenanigans continue.

Contains: nonsexual Cg/l (Daddy Steve and little Tony), fluff, affection, aroace Tony, QPR, polyamory, found family, little space (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

2. Daddy’s Little Honey Bear, Chapter 4: Steve's Best Guy (M, 12k) | Square: K4, protectiveness

Summary (Stony/Stucky): Tony has been working too hard, so his Daddy (Steve) ensures he takes a break and enjoys some little time. Bucky comes home early to spend time with them as well.

In this fic Steve, Bucky and Tony are in a polyamorous V relationship with Steve as the hinge. (Steve/Tony are in a QPR and nonsexual Cg/l dynamic. Steve/Bucky are married.)

Chapter Summary: Bucky comes home and the little space shenanigans continue.

Contains: nonsexual Cg/l (Daddy Steve and little Tony), fluff, affection, aroace Tony, QPR, polyamory, found family, little space (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

3. Honey, I’m Home! (E, 2.4k) | Square: Y1, “Tell me.”

Summary (Stucky): Steve plays housewife.

Contains: 1940s, cooking as a love language, housewife kink, fluff, panties, D/s, Daddy Bucky, praise kink, teasing (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

4. Caress (M, 0.5k) | Square: K2, kink: feminisation

Summary (Stucky): Bucky admires his reflection.

Contains: sub Bucky, kept boy Bucky, Daddy Steve, lingerie, mirrors, sexual exploration, Bucky being turned on by his reflection (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

5. Steve’s Night Off, Chapter 1: Sparks Fly (M, 3.4k) | Square: K5, hindsight

Summary (Stucky): Steve meets Bucky in a bar.

Chapter summary: Steve and Bucky hit it off.

Contains: unhappily married Steve, Steve cheats on Peggy with Bucky, older Steve/younger Bucky, Bucky in a skirt, lingerie, flirting, teasing, Daddy kink, dorks falling in love (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

6. Steve’s Night Off, Chapter 2: Falling (E, 4.1k) | Square: Y3, first kiss

Summary (Stucky): Steve meets Bucky in a bar.

Chapter summary: Steve takes Bucky to his hotel, where their sexual tension reaches a boiling point.

Contains: unhappily married Steve, Steve cheats on Peggy with Bucky, older Steve/younger Bucky, Bucky in a skirt/lingerie, flirting, teasing, Daddy kink, dorks falling in love, fluff, horny boys, smut (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

7. The Bait (T, 0.7k) | Square: C3, free space

Summary (Stony/Winterspider): Tony goes undercover as an escort for a case.

Contains: Detective AU, grumpy Steve, jealousy, besties/work partners Steve & Bucky, pining Steve, Bucky is fed up with it, escort Peter, implied Bucky/Peter, pining, angst, love confession (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

8. The Upside (E, 2.8k) | Square: U2, body swap/sharing

Summary (Winteriron): Tony and Bucky give each other permission to get off while body swapped.

Contains: body swap AU, found family, transguy Tony, flirting, teasing, mutual pining, boys in love, fluff, jerking off, smut (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

9. All In, Chapter 1: Uncertainty (E, 0.7k) | Square: C5, without fear

Summary (Stucky): Bucky makes his Daddy Steve (the President) jealous. Steve is clueless as to why.

Chapter summary: Bucky sets out to make Steve jealous.

Contains: President Steve, journalist Bucky, secret relationship, D/s, Daddy Steve, brat Bucky, age difference, jealousy, Bucky is a little shit (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

10. Stucky AU: Spa Day [moodboard + snippet] | Square: B5, photo of younger Bucky

Contains: spa day, older Steve/younger Bucky, massage therapist Bucky, crushes

Links: Tumblr

11. Winter Soldier aesthetic (Green) [moodboard] | Square: C2, photo of Winter Soldier Bucky

Contains: Winter Soldier Bucky

Links: Tumblr

12. Starshine (M, 1k) | Square: U4, kink: aftercare

Summary (Stucky): Bucky takes care of his kitten after they’ve played.

Contains: Omegaverse, D/s, Alpha/Daddy Bucky, Omega/kitten Steve, beefy sub Steve, kitten play, fluff, aftercare, nonbinary Steve, Steve uses it/its pronouns (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

13. Bucky Barnes AU: Baker [moodboard] | Square: Y3, baker Bucky

Contains: Baker Bucky, coffee shop AU, cafe owner Bucky, barista Bucky

Link: Tumblr

14. Pop! Beefy Bucky [fanart] | Square: Y2, a photo of Bucky in CA:CW wearing his red henley

Contains: Beefy Bucky, pop! vinyl art style, funko pop! (My own version), Captain America: Civil War, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes

Link: Tumblr | AO3

15. All In, Chapter 2: Vulnerability (E, 3.6k) | Square: B3, hurt/comfort

Summary (Stucky): Bucky makes his Daddy Steve (the President) jealous. Steve is clueless as to why.

Chapter summary: Bucky opens Steve’s eyes and confessions are made on both parts.

Contains: President Steve, journalist Bucky, secret relationship, D/s, Daddy Steve, brat Bucky, age difference, jealousy, Bucky is a little shit (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

16. All In, Chapter 3: ‘Til The End Of The Line (E, 5.9k) | Square: C1, kink: spanking

Summary (Stucky): Bucky makes his Daddy Steve (the President) jealous. Steve is clueless as to why.

Chapter summary: Things heat up and of course, the fluff continues.

Contains: President Steve, journalist Bucky, secret relationship, D/s, Daddy Steve, brat Bucky, age difference, jealousy, Bucky is a little shit (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

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#bucky barnes #stony #Stucky #winteriron #winteriron fic #Stucky fic #Stucky moodboard #stony fic #Bucky fanart #Bucky Barnes fic #Bucky Barnes moodboard #Bucky Barnes aesthetic #bbb2023 #bucky barnes bingo round five #otpcutie #otpcutie fics #bingo card

[dramioneasks]

Hiii, so I've been looking for fanifcs like Secrets and Masks for a very long. Like Hermione had been captured by the Dark Lord's army and sent to the Malfoy Manor. I would love it if Draco was also dark and powerful with angst and has to be a slow burn. It could be like they both are fighting and hating each other in the beginning. Especially, it has to be a HEA because my fragile heart can't bear it. I would love it if some of you all give some suggestions or recommendations.

Captured - HiraethsHome - M, 44 chapters, Words: 175,704 - Hermione will do anything to save those she loves, including giving herself over to the Death Eaters as prisoner. But when Draco abducts her in an effort to bait Harry Potter and return to the Dark Lord’s good graces, they’re both surprised to find that while neither can give the other what they want, maybe they’ll be able to find what they need.

Nightmares and Nocturnes By: olivieblake - M, 31 chapters, Words: 238,056 - A story per night to save her life. Dramione, dystopian post-war AU. HEA. COMPLETE.

Malfoy Manor gone wrong By: Miamii - T, 43 chapters, Words: 119,682 - Dobby’s rescue mission wasn’t as successful as one hoped. Ron can’t free Hermione before the Dark Lord arrives and has to flee without her. Hermione is left at Malfoy Manor with the Dark Lord and his absurd ideas of punishment for the Malfoys for Potters escape. This story follows the storyline of the book up till chapter “Malfoy Manor” in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

Manor of Conception by psiphifan - E, 25 chapters - For not identifying Harry, Ron and Hermione at the manor when they are kidnapped by snatchers, Malfoy must serve his punishment in the strangest of ways. This shame will forever haunt him and the Malfoy name forever. The new relationship that develops is not what anyone expects, however.WARNING: Detailed depiction of rape in the second chapter. Please do not read if this bothers you. You have been warned (I hate to say it, but it’s been categorized as such.)

-Lisa

#kxvy5656 #similar fics #secrets and masks #war #au #malfoy manor #kidnapping and imprisonment [hermione]

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

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[shyminmin]

༄𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐗 𝐟.𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | Fantasy, Mermaid AU | ༄𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 5.3k ༄𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Slight conflict/confrontation

There was a golden blur and the sound of a tail cutting through water at an astounding rate. The next thing Jungkook knew, he was seized from behind, the nape of his neck bearing the weight and grip of his lieutenant's hand. Nerves coming to life, they in turn cause tiny shockwaves to encompass him.

"Move."

The word came out eerily calm, however the stunned Kook knew that it was anything but. The simple syllable being riddled with obvious venom and incomprehensible anger.

Nudging him forward while keeping his hold on the young merman's neck, both of them manoeuvred through the blueish depths, not another word spoken. Every now and again Hoseok would indicate to him to either veer left or right by firmly yanking on his nape in said direction.

This is it. Jungkook thought.

Hobs has finally lost it...

I'm gonna be turned into fish bait!

Grimacing, he continued to think the worst as they neared the outskirts of the colony. They passed one or two stone towers along the way, moss and algae climbing up their rocky sides where they in turn were trimmed to create intricate, decorative patterns. Beyond them, silhouettes of mer could be seen gliding between the natural structures, most likely heading towards their respective home dwellings for the evening.

Jungkook shakily exhaled, as he looked in the direction of his own home, which was non-visible from his current position.

His mother would be expecting him very soon, no doubt just starting on dinner. Oh how she would react if he was even the slightest bit late... He cringed just thinking about it, she'd lose it for sure! One of these days he feared that her heart would give out from all the excess amount of stress and unneeded worry she constantly put upon herself. He prayed for Poseidon's sake that she would stop thinking that the world was out to get them and instead be more carefree and relaxed.

Though, he knew that wishful thinking.

She wasn't fooling anyone when she hid those emotions behind a mask of a smile. Her movements always just that bit too stiff and her breathing noticeably shallow and forced. Sometimes he would wake up to her crying, her unsettling whimpers and shrieks echoing around their home while he could do nothing but hopelessly listen. Trying to comfort her would just earn him a response of 'go away', 'go back to sleep' or 'don't worry about me'.

Yeah...Her experiencing genuine happiness...Wishful thinking indeed...

A few more rocks and a curious onlooker of a fish later, his surroundings spontaneously darkened as he felt the pressure on his neck get released. His face met the ocean floor from the result of Hoseok shoving him into a tight crevice in the side of a mountain slope.

After taking a deep breath as his eyes adjusted to the lack of light, he cautiously pushed off of the hard ground, righting himself to face the daunting topaz scales of his companion. The Lieutenant in question hovered in the entrance, effectively blocking the merman's chance to escape.

Oh gods.. he was done for...

Not daring to look his superior in the face in utter fear of what he may find, Kook proceeded to wait in painful silence, focusing his gaze instead on a lone seashell embedded in the mostly barren sea floor. Oh how he wished he could just disappear and dissolve into seafoam right about now, anything to get away from an enraged Hoseok.

Said merman's voice ruptured through the waters once more, causing Jungkook's fins to stand on edge.

"Look at me."

Completely under the male's control at this point, Kook's head had no choice but to snap up, him gulping as he came into contact with Hoseok's eyes.

He flinched.

Oh holy mother of Circe.

Gone was the light behind them, the golden flecks of amber replaced by a dark, raging storm devoid of any warmth or comfort.

No, this was the sight of someone dangerous.

They remained like this, in a silent stare-off, just waiting for the other to react in some way. Either Jungkook out of obvious fear or for Hoseok to finally break and send poor Kook over to writhe forever in ‘The Shallows.’

"Give me one good reason... one very very good reason why I shouldn't renounce you of your position this very instant?"

Silence swallowing up the tight space, tension climbing and thickening as the words evaporated.

The younger's heart dropped to his stomach as he blinked a couple of times.

No...Oh please no!

If he was no longer deemed a soldier then it was goodbye to the little freedom that he had fought tooth and nail for all this time. He gazed into the hardened eyes of Hoseok imploringly.

"No! Y-you can't- Anything but that! Please... don't do this to me! Come on Hobs.."

"Answer the damn question Jung–kook."

The way he addressed him stung. Hoseok practically never called him by his full name and the fact that he said it with such spite and lack of remorse did nothing to alleviate the jab of pain in his chest.

"I'm still waiting for an answer."

"I..I uh...I-I can do..." He stalled, blinking back a few angry tears. "Urgh – Please! I need this role! You know more than anyone how much this means to me! If not for the good of the tribe then for my own bloody sanity!"

The last of his pleads bounced off the cavernous walls, seeming to mock him of his current state.

"Sanity huh?.." Hoseok conferred, crossing his arms, continuing to eye the boy with contempt.

"If that's the case, then what about the state of my own sanity whenever I hear about another one of your foolish escapades, hm? What's to stop you from going against the rules once more? Or the time after that?" He moved forward a fraction, tail flicking behind him as he gazed down on Kook with intimidation. "Convince me why it would be worth my while to keep you in the guard, for you to finally be disciplined enough to abide by your duties without me thinking otherwise."

"I..."

Jungkook paused, pondering.

The wise decision in this instance would be to go along with his superior's wishes, to just tell him the answer he wanted to hear and get a measly slap on the wrist. Then he could hopefully go on as normal and continue to venture out in secret.

But he realised that resorting to that would be pointless.

Yeah..

Something as simple as a lie, Jungkook concluded, stood no chance at getting past the all too observant Hoseok. He would know whether he is being genuine or not. Lies wouldn't work this time round, his elder's demeanour proved as such.

With all of this running through his mind, he mustered up the strength to state his real answer, no strings attached.

"No."

....

...

The lieutenant furrowed his brow, certainly not expecting the boy to go against his own self.

"No?"

The younger was quick to elaborate.

"Yeah... I don't think...no, I can't promise you that.."

"Not when you yourself refuse to be completely honest with me. You talk about trust and loyalty...heh well... how can you expect me to be compliant and rule abiding when you yourself fail to fess up about why I'm basically treated like a caged animal!"

"So no, I can't promise you that you can fully rely on me to be obedient in terms of where I can and can't go... not when I myself can hardly trust you in return.. oh great Lieutenant."

There was a brief pause as he fought to maintain eye contact, his superior's lack of warmth ever present contradicting the subtle flicks of his lively, golden fins.

"I see..." he uttered. "Looks like we're at an impasse."

The elder idled forward once more causing Jungkook to back up in response. He realised he was slowly being cornered.

Crap, now I'm really done for.

"You wanna know why you're treated as such, why you aren't allowed to roam free? Well this right here is precisely one of the reasons. I don't know if the red in your scales contributes to your hot headedness, or if you're just plain reckless at times – never mind, that's besides the point – no, the fact is that you let those pent up emotions of yours blind your awareness and as a result your decisions become sloppy."

Jungkook's back hit the cave wall, having ran out of space to get away. The lieutenant now looming over the boy displaying his dominance.

"Petulance isn't going to get you anywhere," he continued. "You've got to grow up and face the fact that the world's oceans don't revolve around you, so stop thinking that you have it so tough. Acting selfish like you did earlier and going off to Delphin knows where will only heighten the risk of potential complications – ones that we can't afford to have and could jeopardise the whole round scope of things."

"There you go again." Kook hesitantly spoke up as his jaw ticked.

"You keep diverting the subject by right out skimming over the details. What aren't you telling me!? How am I supposed to obey without question when I don't know what the hell is going on!? Why am I the only one who has to be so cautious?"

"Look, I'm telling you it's not that simple."

"Well it obviously isn't when you won't even attempt to make me understand in the first place."

"Believe it or not Kook, this has got to do with more than just you. However your very position in all of this can either make or break everything if it is wrongly breached. The situation you're in stems from something far greater than you can possibly grasp."

The red-finned mer groaned in frustration at the vagueness of his reply, it was like he held an exotic treasure that could solve all of his life problems just out of his reach. All the lieutenant had to do was lower his hand to offer it to him but he time and time again refused.

Hoseok shot forward, filling the last remaining gap between them by locking his hands onto Jungkook's shoulders, giving them a tight squeeze. This conversation he realised was becoming pointless as they were just going around in circles not getting anything across.

He took in the fired up state of his red-scaled companion, noting how his body instinctively shrunk under his gaze while at the same time wanting to fight against the submission. His chest rising and falling from getting worked up and the tendons on his neck becoming more pronounced.

"Look Bu- Kook..." he resolutely sighed.

"If there's one thing you can take away from all of this... that you can put your utmost faith into... is that when it comes down to it, you're my brother, the one I never had, no... who am I kidding, blood or not you are my brother." He stated that last declaration with the utmost confidence, now giving Kook's shoulders a more comforting squeeze.

Those twenty or so years ago, when he encountered the young Madam trailing along a very rambunctious, buck-toothed Kook, he knew that things would never be the same again. Their refuge meant the dawn of a coming war, one which he and like-minded others so desperately wanted to avoid...or hopefully delay.

His gaze ever so slightly lost its hard edge. The lieutenant hated getting even remotely angry, especially towards his fiery Bun. He just felt it went against his entire nature of love and light, as juvenile as that sounded.

"When have I ever not taken your well-being into consideration, put your life in jeopardy or led you astray? I promise everything will come together when the time is right. But for now, please.... please continue to trust that I have your best interests at heart. You're family to me and I protect my family."

Kook's head rose at that, as he none too kindly removed Hoseok's hands from his shoulders with a harsh shove.

"You're not you know.." he gazed at his elder.

"My real brother died a long time ago. He, unlike you, would have never kept anything from me."

With that the younger merman shouldered past him, his scarlet scales nicking the side of his waist as the lieutenant solemnly allowed him exit.

"I'm warning you Kook, don't do anything stupid!" He called out to his departing figure. "Go straight home, you hear me. Best not to keep your mother waiting any longer."

He huffed, pausing briefly before continuing.

"Do yourself a favour for once and have a good hard think about things."

The now red dot that was his Kook, never spared him a glance.

"Oh Bun.." he breathed out heavily, as guilt reared its ugly head. "Soon... Your time will come soon."

"Just hang on a little longer.."

Hang on for me, for your Ma...

" For Val.."

The last name barely whispered from his lips as he remained hovering in his place just outside the crevice opening. He looked out upon the blue world before him, processing all that had occurred beforehand.

Well, that was until..

*cRacKle*

....

*CrAckLe* *cracKLe*

"Huh?"

Mysterious noises made themselves known, filling the once silent void and causing the lieutenant become alert. Sensitive ears easily pinpointing the exact location of the sounds.

*cRacKLe*

Behind me.. he concluded. These noises.. They're coming from the crevice.

Schooling his features, he squared his shoulders, gearing himself up for a potential confrontation. Being the second to the Captain, he was far from being afraid; he'd already been through enough life threatening situations to ever feel even remotely frightened.

He could take on whoever dared to challenge him, it'd be their death wish. He'd make sure of that.

A sudden chill crashed into him, the drop in the water temperature making goosebumps arise on his toned arms and back, scales minutely shifting.

*cRaCkle* *CrAckLe*

It's now or never.

Having enough of this, he swished his scaled appendage, rotating to face the disturbance. His nails sharpening to provide further leverage and teeth bared to appear more threatening.

However.

What he assumed to have been a not so silent intruder, turned out to be further from the truth.

For it wasn't a who but rather a what.

An unnatural anomaly.

"By the gods.." he voiced in slight awe and uncertainty.

There, covering the rocky walls of the cave... was a rapidly growing layer of ice.

"Madam Vanora, are you in?"

A chorus of high pitched voices sang outside the entrance of a particular home on the border of the Nephtis colony. They belonged to four mermaids with varying shades of greenish scales and long, flowy hair styled to perfection. They all waited with bated breath, hoping that the occupant was inside so they could get on with the real reason as to why they were here.

What separated them from just blindly entering the place was a thick and heavy piece of drapery, which in human terms, acted as a door. It hung over the entirety of the cave opening and was dyed a beautiful shade of red with accentuating golden embroidery at its edges.

"Do you think she's away somewhere?" One of the females spoke up after a good two or so minutes had passed and no one had answered the 'door'. Not a slither of movement was heard from within either, it was almost as if no one lived there at all.

"Oh don't be so stupid, the whole of Nephtis knows that the old lady never moves even an inch outside of this hovel. She's practically a hermit crab in a mermaid body."

"Shhh, she'll hear you!" The girl beside her whisper shouted, nudging her shoulder.

"And rude! She's not even that old anyway.. she's barely 900," One interjected, waving her hand about dramatically. "Oh, and I swear I saw her once at the Pledge to Selene Festival," Another with a more emerald coloured tail butted in.

"Whatever, if she is inside as you say then what's taking her so damn long?" The female who had first spoken up whined. "I'm suffering here! Why did she have to give birth to such a good looking son, that should be forbidden!?" She fake-gasped, clutching at her chest as if it had been pierced by one of those stereotypical love arrows, the female beside her patting her arm with understanding.

They all as a result spiraled into a deep conversation of gossip, not noticing that about midway through their very important debate on whether Madam Vanora's son's scales were more of a scarlet or deep crimson colour, that said mother of a supposed fallen god had graced them with her presence.

They were still in the midst of their life changing talk when she was forced to clear her throat, instantly shutting them up. Turning hesitantly with their eyes wide and some possessing beads of sweat, they all gave their elder synchronized bows.

"Why uh.. greetings M-madam Vanora, how are you this evening?"

There clutching the drapery in a tight fist and sporting a stiff smile, hovered a beautiful mer woman. Her tail bearing delicate rows of snow-white scales swayed keeping her in place as her turquoise orbs looked at each of them, giving the visiting mermaids a forced friendly nod.

"Hello girls. How may I help you?"

Even though she asked this, she already knew fair well why they were here. It definitely wasn't the first time that this same pod of mermaids had come by unannounced, hoping to interact with a certain someone. Her inquiry was more a way of being polite, a common courtesy if you will.

Looking back and forth between each other, two of the females pushed the one in the centre of their group forward, forcing her to be their spokesperson – or I guess you could say – spokesmer?

"Is um perhaps... your hunk of a- *cough* erm I mean.... is uh, Jungkook back yet?"

And there it was, the older female predicted, inwardly sighing.

How her son had gained the attention of a significant portion of the tribe's female population was beyond her. She knew for a fact that he wasn't one to willingly go chasing after them himself, if anything she would even be bold enough to say that he was a little intimidated by the opposite sex. Maybe that aspect was what drew them to him, oh and of course how could she forget about her dear Kookie's striking looks. There was no doubt that he inherited them from his equally as handsome father – Poseidon rest his soul.

"I see... well I'm afraid he is not, I am expecting him back soon. Though, may I ask as to what your intentions are with my boy, and at an hour or so before Helios departs at that? Shouldn't young girls like yourselves be at home instead and not off trying to seduce a certain mother's son?"

The pod of four, clearly caught out, froze, their faces turning stark white.

"No, no it's not like that! We're nothing more than his friends...we just wanted to check in on him, make sure that he is doing well you know. That's all we swear!"

"Hmm..." Not convinced in the slightest, she regardless, played along with their reasons. "Well I can assure you he is in fairly good health, he might even earn a promotion soon. But for that to happen he'll need some space and privacy to focus. Now that you know, best be on your way before your folks become worried."

"But wait Madam.. can't we at least wait for him inside? We promise we won't be in your way. You won't even know we're there. Please."

She clicked her tongue, gosh they were persistent.

"As I have previously stated, it is already far too late and I hardly have enough dinner prepared for more than two if I were to host guests, so I'm sorry but you'll have to come back another time."

The leader of the pod audibly huffed, no longer afraid to broadcast her annoyance at Madam Vanora's words, her patience having clearly run out. Flipping her hair over with more force than necessary, she turned away. "Urgh, it's useless. Come on girls, some individuals are clearly too stubborn."

She was stopped though by a second clearing of a throat.

"While you're at it, would you be so kind as to return this little guy back to his home. Poor thing seemed to have wandered in here by accident. Must've mistaken me for his family, we are after all said to be one and the same aren't we?"

The mermaid turned and gulped when she was handed a certain crustacean, that of a hermit crab, its beady eyes darting back and forth before hastily sinking back into the safety of its shell. It dawned on her then that the older female had overheard their insults towards her. She as a result paled further.

"Yes m'... L-let's get going everyone," she voiced and the next instance was zooming off in a trail of bubbles and foam. The others proceeded to follow their unofficial leader, giving the Madam a meek farewell out of respect.

Watching their outlines blend into the far distance, the mer woman couldn't help but shake her head in distaste at their clear desperation to earn her son's affections. Ah young love, she deduced, with an empty chuckle.

She was about to head inside again, however, much to her surprise, visiting hours didn't seem to be quite over yet; for amidst the ripples of retreating fins, one such scaled figure remained. No, an entirely new visitor altogether. A fifth mer which, unbeknownst to her had been concealed behind the back of the little group all this time.

Delight surged through the mer woman as she instantly recognised the lone mermaid.

"Mirren." She smiled, hovering forward towards her.

Now there was a sensible mer if she ever saw one. Not anything like those love struck fools eyeing her son down like he's prey ready for the taking. Mirren, a girl with such a kind and caring soul that the Madam had warmed up to her almost instantly upon their first meeting not all that long ago.

It couldn't have been more than four or five months ago that she along with her small familial pod had tumbled upon this little area of the sea, seeking out a place to start afresh. Next thing the mer woman knew, the mermaid was knocking on her 'door' and offering her a basket full of her delectable fish cakes. Even Jungkook seemed to get along with her which was a definite plus.

"Ms Nora!" she greeted jovially, pearly whites on full display as she enveloped her in a tight hug. "I hope I'm not intruding... not after that whole fiasco I just witnessed! You ok?"

The elder couldn't help but playfully scoff, patting her on the back before pulling back to look at her properly.

"Oh silly girl, it's always a pleasure to see you around here. Your presence has already done its magic and lifted my spirits."

"Aww shucks, I'm glad! Now be prepared, for I come bearing gifts!"

"Oh my!"

The mermaid known as Mirren reached down, picking up a displaced sack as big as the top half of her body, grunting at the slight weight even though the water naturally alleviated some of it. It proved to be quite unsteady in her hold as she fought to stay upright. Thankfully the elder was there to help distribute the weight.

"What on earth have you got in here, a baby whale? Why, it's huge!"

"Oh you know, some of this, some of that."

"Mhmm.." her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

They slowly backed into the Madam's home, careful not to drop the sack or bump into anything. Thankfully, they managed to complete the task efficiently enough, depositing the large mass into the centre of the main living space.

Looking at the young girl quizzically, Madam Vanora slowly undid the far too extravagant ribbon at the top of the present, careful not to tear it. Smiling, she ran her fingers over the thin strip of fabric, simply admiring it. She may or may not have a box full of these from all the past gifts she's received from her friend, but that's just between her and a rather weirded out Kook whenever he saw her discreetly adding to it. No, Mirren didn't need to know anything about her little ribbon collection or the next thing she'd have was a way too enthusiastic mermaid busting through the entrance with mountains full of the colourful strips.

Moving along, she placed the, this time, baby-blue ribbon, off to her side gently while getting back to the main attraction at hand which was the gigantic sack; it finally opened to reveal the contents to her more than curious eyes.

Oh holy father of flying fish sticks! She mentally swore, eyeing it all in disbelief.

Well, looks like she and her Kookie won't be going hungry for the foreseeable future, or lifetime at that, for within the enormous monster of a gift were piles upon piles of Mirren's freshly made dumplings. A golden outer layer fashioned into a spherical shape and stuffed with crab meat while others held different types of scrumptious seaweed.

The Madam's mouth couldn't help but water at the sight, though, she was quick to snap out of her reverie, turning to face the young female with a rather perplexed expression.

"Mirren, dear, I love you my sweet, but...this...." She motioned to the extensive food supply, "Are you trying to give us both an eternal stomach ache, how much is in here!?"

Her companion chuckled, amused at her reaction. "No, nothing of the sort!"

Her hand went into the pile of delicious goods, taking one in her hold. Breaking it in two, she offered one half to her older friend with hopeful eyes.

"Come on, try some, I know you want to."

Not able to refuse such a look, the Madam soon found herself nibbling on the golden treat, an instant dance of flavours gliding along her palette all complementing one another. She let out a content hum. Gosh, when it came to Mirren and food it was nothing but the best.

"Yay!" Mirren voiced with splendour. "I'll take that reaction as my go ahead."

"Go ahead?"

"Oh right! These were just leftover practice batches. I'm trying to perfect my skills for the upcoming Servitude to the Sol celebration, you do know it's in less than a week right?! These offerings need to be perfect!"

Right, the mer woman nodded thoughtfully. It's already that time of year again, gosh how time flies. The days tended to blend into one another when all she ever did was remain cooped up in her home, restricting interaction with most of the tribe. She had no one else to blame but herself for being out of the loop.

The humans recognised this event as the Summer Solstice, where the day outweighs the night, bathing the earth in its prolonged reverent light. For mer though, it was slightly more equivalent to a birthday, that being of Helios, the divine brother of the more favoured and influential Selene.

While his sister's domain was that of the sea and its inhabitants, he was more affiliated with the land above and tasked with watching over its dwellers, humans. With that being the case he didn't associate himself with merkind all that much and therefore was deemed less important.

That wasn't to say then that merfolk were obligated to forget about worshiping him. After all, he was family to their luna goddess and it wouldn't be all that respectful to her holiness to then disregard her next of kin.

"You'll come right? Jungkook too? I know you don't go out all that often but it would mean so much to me if you did. We could go together! I'm sure Helios will thank you for it."

Dithering, the Madam was at a loss as to whether to concede with Mirren's request. No doubt her son would be itching to go, he had all the previous years; anything to get out of staying cooped up inside for extended periods of time.

The mother wouldn't deny that she felt bad for restricting his freedom, that he should be allowed to go out and experience the world and what it has to offer like most others his age; but at the end of the day it was for his own good.

She would not lose another one of her boys... never again.

Rifling through the pros and cons she settled on a reason that could play out in both their favours. If she were to go then she'd be able to keep an eye on her Kookie, diminishing her fears of his safety as he'll be in her direct line of sight most of the time. He'll in turn be able to go and mingle amongst the tribe at his leisure and enjoy the celebration. Hoseok would most likely be there too as further support. He never let her family down in the past so that put her heart at further ease.

She looked at the currently pouting Mirren.

"Guess I'll have to repay you somehow after this generous donation of food.." she sighed, earning an excited cheer from her fellow mermaid.

"Yes!! Thank you! Oh Poseidon, we're gonna have so much fun! I promise you won't regret it!" The girl smiled from ear to ear, practically tackling the mer woman into another one of her tight hugs.

The mother playfully teased her at her overexcitement, patting her head.

"I'll hold you to that."

Long after Mirren had left, thoughts of her son plagued her mind, drawing upon the fact that he still hadn't shown up.

Maintaining a suffocating grip on the doorway's drapery, the Madam craned her neck to view every possible angle, searching for that familiar scarlet tail.

But alas, no one met that description.

"Oh Delphin, where is that boy?" She muttered to herself with terse effort. His dinner is going to lose its freshness at this rate!

In the back of her mind though she knew the quality of his nightly meal was the least of her concerns, not when her dear boy was still out there, possibly alone....

..and vulnerable...and exposed...

Where everyone could see him....

Where they could potentially see him..

Out there where he could get caught, where he could get hurt....

Where he could get potentially k– Her chest tightened.

NO!

She shook her head in denial, refusing to finish that last horrid thought. Patrols are just going a little overtime...that's all...these things happen.

He's fine. He'll be here soon!

He's safe.

He's fine.

But what if he isn't... darkness interjected her affirmations once more, what if..

All the fears due to his lack of return continued to fill her mind.

She kept scanning the outside from their home entrance, grabbing tufts of her auburn hair in obvious worry. Still nothing!

Why isn't he back yet!?

By now she observed that night had befallen the colony, Helios long having made his daily exodus.

Her body shook as she let go of the red fabric to hide away once more in her tight spaced home.

One whole mackerel – her son's favourite dish – lay flat on the tiny dining table in the room's far corner, just waiting to be eaten.

She sank down to the floor, curling up her tail. Her eyes shut as she played a mantra of a prayer in her head, never relenting.

Please Kookie, my son, come home.

Please Kookie..

My son..

Come home!

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