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i would die for #28 with steve lmao

Steve Harrington x fem!reader Prompt: #28 - I hate that you're mad at me but you look so hot right now Summary: When Steve doesn't show up on time for your date, he ends up on your bad side... Word Count: 1.3k

There were a lot of things you loved about Steve Harrington. 

You loved his honey-brown eyes, his good soul and his lionheart.

You loved the way he made you feel so seen; as though everything else was a haze to him and you were the only thing perfectly in focus. 

You loved his wild hair and the scratch of his stubble and the warmth of his skin. 

You loved the smell of him on your pillows, the way he never stopped making you laugh and the way he loved without abandon.

What you didn’t love, however, was his inability to be on time for literally anything.

It was 7:45pm on Friday night. More specifically, the night of the Hawkin’s High Snow Ball. All the kids were going - the boys donning ill-fitted suits and too-big hair, whilst the girl’s were swamped in glittery fabric and poofy tulle - and you and Steve were supposed to be chaperoning, per Dustin’s request.

Steve was working until five-thirty, so you both planned for him to pick you up at six-fifteen and head to the school for seven.

Yet here you were, over an hour later dressed in a floor length, strapless, shimmering dress - respectable enough for a school dance in that all your vital parts were covered, but tight enough that it didn’t leave much to the imagination - and your boyfriend was nowhere in sight. 

You had already removed your shoes a while ago, the straps of your heels uncomfortable even whilst sitting. You watched as the clock ticked by, eyed the phone on the wall and waited for it to ring.

At first you were simply annoyed, convinced that he'd lost track of time chatting to some old highschool friends at the video store, or that he'd simply forgotten what day it was and where he was supposed to be. But as the time passed by and he didn't call, a worry started to gnaw at your insides, settling uncomfortably in your chest until you felt your palms grow clammy and you grew restless, pacing around the living room as your dress swept along the carpet. You pressed a palm to the back of your neck, exposed from the way your hair was pinned up in a messy yet elegant up-do, perfectly waved strands loose around your face.

You tried calling the store, but by now it was after eight and they were closed for the night. You tried Robin's house next, but her mom said she was out with Vicki, with no mention of Steve.

You were just about to head upstairs to change into some sweats and head out to look for his car - which you were now imagining overturned at the side of a dark road or wrapped around a tree - panic rising in your chest and tears nipping at the back of your eyes, when you heard the rumble of an engine and wheels on the gravel outside. The headlights shone through your front window, causing your dress to glimmer like a mirage and when Steve finally tumbled in the door thirty seconds later, he looked at you like you were one.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I-" He panted, out of breath and bent over, hands resting on his knees before he lifted his head to look at you.

"Wow," He said, standing up straight, eyes raking over you, jaw hanging slack.

"Don't you dare." You warned, voice breaking slightly as you blinked, and the tears you'd been staving off finally fell, perfectly in sync down both cheeks.

You shouldered past him on your way to the staircase, gathering the length of your dress in your hands so you could climb the stairs without stepping on it.

"I- I was only gonna tell you that you look-"

"You were going to tell me I look beautiful," You finished the sentence for him, spinning around when you reached the top of the stairs. He stared up at you from the bottom step, with a look that suggested he was unsure if he was to agree or stay quiet.

"And honestly, Steve? There's nothing I would have liked to hear more from you. Two hours ago, which is when you were supposed to be here!"

You burrelled around, heading for your room as Steve followed you up, taking the stairs two at a time.

"I know, alright? And I'm so sorry, baby, I am." He pleaded, and you kept your back turned to him so he wouldn't melt you on the spot with those eyes of his. You reached the dressing table in your room, placing your hands flat against it as you heard him follow you in.

"I wanted to be here on time, I swear. But my shitty fucking radiator blew halfway home from work, so I had to walk to a payphone to call a mechanic, and after I called him, I realised I didn't have any quarters left to call you. And then the guy took forever to show, and he couldn't fix it on the road so he had to tow me to the garage and I'm sorry we missed the dance-"

"I don't care about the stupid dance, Steve!" You sobbed, turning to face him and he could see the remnants of fear still in your eyes. "I thought you'd been in an accident! That you were hurt somewhere, and I didn't know where the hell you were, and I called the store and then I called Robin-"

You were ranting now, breathless and panicky, words running into the next as Steve crossed the room to you, placing both warm hands on either side of your face.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm okay. I'm right here." He soothed, his forehead coming to rest on yours as your eyes fell closed. Your hands found their way into the front of his polo, knotting themselves there as you pulled him in closer until you were chest to chest and you could wrap your arms around him.

He huffed a laugh into your hair as you bear-hugged him, squeezing so tight that his breath caught in his throat.

"Hey now, careful or you'll pop a rib." He spoke against your temple, pressing a kiss there before you pulled back.

"I'm still mad at you." You declared, glaring up at him with a furrow in your brow, but the tears had stopped.

"Oh I'm sure."

"We missed the dance."

"Thought you didn't care about the dance?"

"Well I didn't when I thought you were potentially dead at the side of the road."

"Charming," Steve muttered affectionately, but you pointedly ignored him as you kept speaking.

"But now that I know you're alive, I very much care that we missed it. The kids are gonna be so disappointed and I spent all this money on a new dress and-"

"Can I just say one thing?" Steve asked, cutting you off mid-rant and you huffed, crossing your arms with an expression that told him to go ahead if he must.

"I hate that you're mad at me, but you look so hot right now."

A grin split wide across his face, reaching all the way to those caramel eyes of his as they roamed their way across your dress. You wanted to push at his chest and tell him he was a shameless dumbass, but for some reason - even after all the time you'd been together - his words still caused a flush to climb up your throat and color your cheeks his favorite shade of pink.

"This old thing?" You asked, half-turning to give him a better view of your ass as you glanced over your shoulder at him. "I was actually just about to take it off."

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[chernabogs]

Congratulations on 100 followers!!! I'm so glad to see your work getting the love it deserves! If it's alright with you (and please don't feel pressured, I just saw your reblogged prompt list and had a thought) I would like to request Jade and Reader with the "You're about as intimidating as a butterfly" prompt. I'm just curious as to how you would write something with Jade since I enjoy how you phrase things in your works. And again, congratulations!!!!!

WAH THANK YOUUUUU so excited to dig my hands into some Jade stuff

RHODOMEL

Inc: Jade x Reader, some Floyd (naturally), a touch of Azul Warnings: None! WC: 2.3k Summary: It's a quiet night at the Lounge, and his newfound conversation partner has just arrived.

Most people would hate it—'it' being the concept of a routine. A baseline set of tasks to complete at a certain point of time, day in and day out, which serves as both a tether and a guide for how the hours are meant to play. Jade follows somewhat of a routine in his life. Waking up, attending classes, and then in the evening assisting with the operations at Mostro Lounge. 

Sometimes there’s a wrench in his routine. Floyd may shake things up (he, who lives with no routine at all), Azul may request something be looked into, or he may find himself with a few spare hours on the weekend to venture off into the mountains that lay scattered around the island. He doesn’t mind the changes—he’s rather quick at adapting to things on the fly—and he also doesn’t mind the conflicts that arise with them. 

“—and at least twenty pounds of tomatoes.” Azul is next to him at the ‘bar’ area of the lounge, dubbed so despite the fact that no alcohol is permitted to be served on campus. He’s hunched over on a stool, his uniform half complete and his sleeves pushed up as he writes out the stock order that’s meant to be sent tomorrow evening. 

Floyd has that task. Jade wonders if he’ll feel up to it when the time comes, or if he’ll be taking it on instead. Not that he minds. 

“Twenty?” He muses as he picks up another glass to wipe clean. “We often order less than that.” 

“There’s a discount for twenty. We’ll think of new dishes with tomatoes to add. Perhaps we can also get in touch with Lilia to see if he’ll buy some…” Azul hums back as his pen continues to strike across the stock paper with vigour. Jade feels a twinge of amusement at the way the man is already strategizing how to make a profit from their purchase. 

His attention is then drawn back to the patrons currently in the lounge. It’s a quieter night—which makes sense, considering that this is on the brink of midterm season. A few Pomefiore students are in a booth in the corner, and he spots a Diasomnia boy with two Octavinelle ones at another table. One of the lounge’s waiters moves between the tables with practised ease.

Then he hears the door open. He feels that twinge of amusement grow when a familiar face passes through the threshold with a frown—possibly from the way this night seems particularly colder than most. 

“You have an expression I’m not too sure I like.” Azul’s voice draws his gaze once more. His friend, as he supposes that’s the best way to coin it, observes him with narrowed eyes before looking back to the door. His expression then shifts to a brief flash of understanding before he chuckles and closes the order books. 

“Done?” Jade asks innocently as Azul pushes the stool in with a sly look. 

“Do remember to restock the limes.” Is all he says before departing for his office, leaving Jade alone in the bar area, and giving their new customer an ample opportunity to approach. 

He knows that you will. This has become somewhat of a routine for you, although you still try to play it off like you’re not coming in here to speak with him for an hour or so. He finds it quaint that you come up with new excuses each time you sit at that bar and order something for him to make. A part of him wonders where you get the funds to come out nearly twice a week—but then again, why question where the money comes from when he’s the one receiving it in the end? 

“Welcome.” He muses as you sit down in your usual spot, right where Azul was sitting moments earlier. He sets another newly scrubbed glass down before pulling out the lounge’s menu and sliding it your way. “I would imagine you’d be too preoccupied with your midterms to come visit tonight.” 

“I'm considering this a study break,” you counter as you peer at the menu.

Jade feels a slightly genuine, but still mostly polite, smile play at his lips as he looks back out to the lounge. He spots Floyd lurking by the door, and when the two brothers make eye contact, the latter's expression lights up. Jade hums quietly when the other starts to make his way over. 

“This is bullshit!” 

That is, until an explosive voice from the table with the Diasomnia boy stops everyone in their tracks. Even you turn to look back in surprise, as Jade sets yet another glass down to observe the next few moments with interest.

He doesn’t feel the need to step in. Floyd’s attention has already been diverted, and the boredom his twin was feeling hovering by the entrance is now suddenly abated as the grin on his face grows wider. You look back to Jade, who glances at you and flashes yet another polite smile. 

This isn’t unusual to happen in the Mostro Lounge, especially during exam times when students try all that they can to swindle opportunities for higher grades with less of the legwork. Jade has never quite felt any sympathy for those who approach Azul, or anyone else in Octavinelle for that matter, in a bid to gain a higher grade. Perhaps it was his upbringing under his parents guidance or perhaps it’s just the constant exposure to Azul’s strategies, but he’s always been under the impression that one gets what they deserve in the end—regardless of what they do.

“Floyd looks way too happy about this,” you murmur as you turn back slowly to look at the menu. Jade picks up another glass with a soft hum. 

“I have no idea what you mean.” He continues to clean the glass as the volume from that table grows, now drawing more attention towards the conflict. He can see that it’s beginning to disturb the clients—yourself included—and he has half the mind to go silence it himself. Floyd is taking far too long, playing around with the students and goading them on. 

The Diasomnia boy, in his fury at whatever the other students just tried to rip him off of, turns around and in that very moment catches Jade’s eye. It takes very little facial expressions or micro-movements for the students to quickly sober up, and then turn red in a combination of both embarrassment and fear. He grabs at his jacket, slamming his madol down on the table, before storming out of the lounge with Floyd trailing along behind. His twin's laughter is audible even when the doors close. Jade returns back to his duties as you nudge the menu forward. 

“It’s quite interesting how fast that student ran out of here when all you did was look at him.” You muse, resting your chin in your palm as you peer at him. He feels that twinge of amusement again in his gut. If one were to see the two of you right now, they might think that you’re making eyes at him. Perhaps you are, unintentionally or not, and it’s this thought that makes him decide that he’ll humour your conversations once more. 

“Is it?” He replies, cryptic as always as he glances down to the drink menu. This isn’t necessary—he knows every item on display by heart at this point. After all, he’s one of the people who devised it to begin with. “Why do you say so?” 

“From where I’m sitting, you’re about as intimidating as a butterfly,” you counter. He stifles a laugh as he glances back at you. His smile almost reaches his eyes this time. 

“From where you’re sitting? Then perhaps you should move a bit closer—or order a drink that improves your sight.” Another glance at the menu. “Are you ready to order, by chance? The fact that you slid this my way tells me so.” 

“I’d like to move closer…” he hears you grumble under your breath before you shake your head. “I can’t decide. What is it that you’d recommend for tonight?”

For tonight? He recalls vaguely what the weather was like outside before he sequestered himself back into the lounge’s kitchen and storage rooms. The sky had been a mess of gray clouds swirling above, with flecks of white snow gradually descending to kiss the earth. He’s been on land long enough now that the first snowfall of the season has lost its allure—although Floyd still finds amusement in it, when the mood strikes. “It’s rather cold out there right now, isn’t it?” 

More patrons leave until it’s only the two of you left—save for Floyd, who skulks off to Azul’s office with a pleased grin on his face. Jade hums softly again as he sets another glass down. 

They would be closing soon enough. Perhaps something off the menu could be made—as a slight nod to your continuous patronage. 

“Do you like tea?” He asks after a moment, sending a glance your way. He can see your expression perks up slightly. Even if you don’t like it, something tells him that you’ll be apt to accept whatever he sets down in front of you anyway. Perhaps he can use this to his advantage later—he’s beginning to feel bored with only using Silver as a guinea pig for his mushroom dishes. 

“Depends on the kind.” You try to play off your brief excitement with a more relaxed answer as you lean against the bar once more. Jade has to hide the amused little quirk of his lips as he kneels down to put the glasses away. 

“I was taught by Kalim most recently a way to brew tea that I have been itching to try once more.” He looks up from behind the counter, his eyes slightly shadowed in the light, and he can see your curiosity growing. “Would you be so kind as to let me do so?” 

True to his prediction, he sees your lips curl into a smile and you nod, giving him your permission. This time Jade does little to conceal his own pleasure over your comment as he rises back up and brushes his hands on his uniform pants. 

“Wonderful. We may as well go into the kitchen for this. I’m beginning to have doubts that we’ll be seeing anyone else tonight.” 

—------

Truthfully, he doesn’t mind the company. Unlike his brother who often flips between wanting to be around others and wanting to just be alone, Jade finds himself in a consistent state of ambivalence towards company. Your company may rank a bit higher than others, only because you let him do things like this without protest. 

“This is a spin on rhodomel that I’ve been testing out.” he explains, as though giving a lecture as he holds up a tea blend infused with roses. “Traditionally, the drink is a mead made of honey, water, and some syrup—but we aren’t permitted to serve any alcohol, and so I make do with what I can.” 

He recalls Kalim’s instructions for brewing—along with the horrors of just how much sugar the other man dumped into the drink. Jade gestures for you to have a seat as he sets the kettle up. 

The kitchen of Mostro Lounge is large enough to accommodate more than a few people, and yet you situate yourself right next to him at the counter, watching each step he takes with an astute interest. It’s almost flattering just how keen you seem at making sure you don’t miss a single action of his. 

He puts the leaves in the kettle and boils them before preparing a few more herbs of nature that he doesn’t fully disclose. Once the boiling is done, he pours the tea into the herb bowl that he’s prepared, drops a few sugar cubes inside, and then pours the blend into one of two cups he’s set aside. 

“There,” he muses before grabbing a bottle of honey from a nearby counter and adding a dash of that as well. “Perhaps it won’t be as savoury as rhodomel is alleged to be, mainly because we haven’t let it steep for too long, but I do hope it’s somewhat enjoyable.” 

He nudges the cup towards you with his usual coy smile. “Enjoy.”

You take the cup without so much as a second thought, blowing on the hot brew before taking a tentative sip. Truthfully, Jade has never even tried this himself—if it tastes like shit, then he’ll be able to tell by your expression, despite the words of praise you may give. You’re a readable person.

He appreciates that to a degree. 

But then your eyes light up, and you take another sip, and he knows that he’s performed somewhat of a miracle with whatever he’s just made. “This is really good…!” 

A smug look briefly flashes on his face before he leans against the counter once more and finally tries it out. It is quite good, and he gives himself a mental pat on the back for that. Maybe he’ll even pitch this to Azul for a weekend morning special to offer.

Or he'll sell it to Heartslabyul.  

A comfortable silence settles as the two of you enjoy the experimental concoction together. His fingers lightly tap the rim of his cup as he gives you a sly, sidelong glance, studying you a bit more intently than before. Your expression is satisfied and your body language tells him just how relaxed you feel in his presence. Your previous comment of how he’s hardly intimidating to you plays through in his mind once more. 

Perhaps…

“Do you like hiking by chance?” He doesn’t ask subtly—he just outright says it, and he watches as you look at him with a wide-eyed expression. 

“Oh. Sometimes?” You reply.

Not a no, but not a yes. He taps the rim of his cup again. 

“I like to do hikes in the mountains on weekends, when I get the time. You would be surprised at how many fascinating species of flora and fungi exist up there. I collect them for the Lounge, on occasion.” Before Azul shuts that down after a week or so. “You strike me as someone who can be quite adventurous—so, would you like to come along the next time I go?” 

Is this a recruitment? Yes. Is he trying to get you to taste-test his dishes? Yes. Is there maybe a small, selfish reason for asking to steal more of your time without interruptions?

“Sure!” You reply brightly, and this time he does offer a genuine smile. 

Oh, absolutely.

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[twst-beam]

I see you are in need of prompts, then I shall humbly bestow upon thee some a prompt.

Hmm, what about going to a farmer's market with *insert YOUR favourite character here*? I believe in shameless self-enjoyment when it comes to writing; be self-indulgent. Don't you want to go apeshit?

Also do give your hands a well deserved rest every so often ^v^

ohohohoho you're giving me a lot of power with the YOUR favorite character there dove dear, but alright let's go >:D

Gifts

??? words, featuring my THREE favorite boyos because self-indulgence ftw <3

Deuce Spade

Going to the farmer's market was his idea; the two of you needed groceries, and it just so happened that the farmer's market was convenient for you.

Early morning, it was decided, it would double as a date, and both of you were early risers anyway. It'd also boost the morale of the farmers, Deuce had reasoned, and you fell all over again.

A wicker basket, two, so that you could carry your purchases home, although Deuce insisted he'd carry all of them for you, and you laughed and told him no.

The morning sun shone brightly as you walked towards the farmer's market, feeding a few ducks along the way as you walked by the lake and watching as Deuce's expressions softened every time, it was cute, and he grinned sheepishly when he caught you staring.

The entrance to the farmer's market was marked by a decorated arc, and it was peaceful and fun as the two of you walked around, buying produce and chatting with the stall owners, at one point Deuce was given a comically large round of cheese to carry home when he fought off a bunch of menaces from an old lady's stall.

But the real highlight of that morning was when Deuce found the chicks.

One, two, three, more chicks than he could count properly waddled around in a pen, and with a joke, an exclamation of wonder, and a hopeful confirmation, the two of you brought home two very full wicker baskets and a baby chick that rested on Deuce's head.

Jade Leech

Though he thought foraging in the mountains would have been a better decision for both your budget and experience, he relented when he saw the eagerness in your eyes.

By midmorning, you were dragging him to the farmer's market, chattering about the crafts and produce that could be found, and he smiled despite himself.

He watched as you conversed eagerly with the merchants, calmly observing how you skilfully picked the best produce, and how you looked at the crafts with admiration.

You had just purchased a new scarf, wrapping it around your neck and grinning as you waved at him to come over.

"Jade, Jade, look at this one"

He leans over as you took a scarf from the layed out pile on the table, and widened his eyes slightly as he saw what made you wave him over.

"Mushroom print," you smiled as you showed it to him, "and with the coloration and teal ruffles it reminded me of you"

He took it gently from your hands, noticing how the fabric was smooth but thick enough to warm, and kissed your forehead.

"Thank you, my pearl"

You muttered a "you're welcome", dazed by the sudden display of affection as he thanked the stall owner and payed for the scarf, bringing you out of your reverie.

"Hey, wait a minute, I was the one supposed to pay for that, not you"

Jade grinned, displaying his sharp teeth, eyes glinting with mischief as he feigned innocence.

"You were?"

You huffed, "it was supposed to be my gift for you, for bringing me here."

He leaned closer, scarf now hanging from his neck as he tapped his lips in thought, smirk giving away his intentions.

"Then what about a different gift?"

Rook Hunt

Your expedition to the farmer's market was on a whim, a fancy, a spur of the moment thing, but who were you to complain? the moment his hand held yours you couldn't help but go anywhere he wanted.

So there you were, between the rows of stalls and booths, illuminated by the fairy lights as Rook marveled at each product, generously purchasing trinkets and produce and whatever caught his eye.

You couldn't help but smile as Rook's exclamations of fascination and wonder brought smiles to the farmers' faces, and as you sat he waxed poetic about all the beauties the market provided, and you looked at the moon, content to hear him speak amidst the chatter and bustle of the bazaars.

"...but you know what the most amazing thing is in this place, mon amour?"

You closed your eyes, tilting your head as you emitted a curious "hmm?"

He held your hand, looking into your eyes as he smiled in adoration.

"You."

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[tanthamoretober]

Here are all three of the Tanthamoretober prompts lists! Gorgeously put together by @myrebelliousphase

Plain text can be found in the image descriptions for each of these, or an entirely plain text version of this post can be found by clicking here

What is Tanthamoretober?

Happy fandomming, everyone!

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[shiny-jr]

Can I ask for C,H, and Z with OctoTrio?

Warning: Yandere thing. Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Floyd Leech, Jade Leech, Azul Ashengrotto.

Note: Of course! I don't think I've actually been requested anything for the Octavinelle guys all at once. If I have, I don't remember it. Time to replay a bunch of Little Mermaid inspired songs as I write for this. Like this amazing one I found.

Letters: C and H.

✍︎ Cruelty. How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them? 

   ✒ Honestly, Floyd would mock the living hell out of you. Aww, what's wrong? You far from home? You don't wanna be here? But he's here! Doesn't that make things so much better~? Yes, he'll mock you, but he's genuinely very happy to finally have you here! It's obvious by his big old toothy grin and how he literally refuses to detach himself from you. Now that you're here, he's basically treating you as his roommate. You thought living on the same campus was bad since he'd always chase you down. Just imagine that but now you gotta sleep in the same room as him. The only good thing is, Floyd gets bored easily, so he'll take you out very often, pretty much every day.

   ✒ On the other hand, Jade is more low-key about the mockery. Don't be mistaken, he's not loudly mocking you like his twin but it's more like his taunting you. Oh, what's this? Is that a tear from your eye? Are you growing homesick? This just won't do! What a soft and sensitive little thing to be shedding a tear in front of him. As long as you behave and do not attempt to leave his supervision, he’ll be nothing but the perfect gentleman. Although it is unnerving how he knows things about you that you never told him, and he talks about them with a creepy grin. Oh, it’s nothing bad, he wouldn’t dream of embarrassing you (in front of others at least)! Since you’ve been good, he’ll give you more freedom. Just don’t abuse it, or he’s pulling you right back.

   ✒ Of course not, Azul would never mock you! Out of these three, Azul is the one to most likely comfort you instead. Yes, he understands this may be confusing and stressful, but can’t you see that this is for the best? There are so many benefits to living with him. Disregard the restrictions he puts in place as well as his constrictive grasp. Now that you are his guest, he’s attempting to treat you with comforts and luxuries. Yet it’s difficult to relax when he literally kidnapped you. Although if it hadn’t been for that, you might’ve thought you woke up in some dream vacation with how much he provides just in hopes that you’ll finally stop being so tense and anxious. 

✍︎ Hell. What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?   

   ✒ Believe it or not, Floyd doesn’t actively try to hurt you. Yes, he can be rough and accidentally harm you, but he isn’t actually trying or even wanting to see you hurt. Of course, he may make a threatening offhand comment, but that is enough to scare you into avoiding stuff he doesn’t want you to do. Yes, his warnings are scary, but you’ve actually seen him lash out at others. Just because he doesn’t want to hurt you, doesn’t mean he won’t hurt other people. Your worst experiences with him are either when he was too careless and gave you a particularly nasty injury which had him tearing up and not leaving you alone until you forgave him. Or when a poor soul got too close for comfort, making Floyd jealous and causing him to beat the guy to a pulp. It was terrifying to see how he didn’t relent and was only satisfied when then guy couldn’t even look you in the eye again. 

   ✒ Jade also doesn’t hurt you. Oh no, instead he watches as your useless attempts to escape or avoid him backfire. Only then does he swoop in, saving you from the predicament you created. Oh, but you don’t get away unscathed, he’s teasing you relentlessly. Sometimes his teasing is harsh, but that’s not the bad part about it. The worst is when his teasing takes a dark turn after you try to escape. As he treating your wounds (if you have any) and he examines you for any more injury you might’ve gained during your attempt, his teasing demeanor changes. The taunting grin he wore becomes a smile and his eyes are boring into you as his soft tone turns somewhat serious and dark despite his smile. His descriptions are vivid, and he does keep his word. You’re reminded of how cruel he can be by his vaguely threatening words. 

   ✒ The worst thing about Azul is his clinginess. In the public he keeps up his suave business facade, but when you’re alone with him is the worst, especially when he’s feeling insecure. When someone else expresses a clear interest in you, that’s when those negative thoughts begin to bubble up in his mind, clouding his thoughts in foam. That’s when he becomes extremely desperate for attention. If the thoughts in his mind are so bad, it may cause some tears and sobs to escape as he can only think of the worst case scenario. What if you do prefer them over him? Only you can comfort him, and you will have to. It’s not as if you have much of a choice when he has a vice grip on you, as he gazes up at you while the tears are streaming down his cheeks, and literally the only thing that can pull him out of this void of insecurities are reassurances from you. And reassuring him takes hours.

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[dragonnarrative-writes]

I have not stopped grinning! These tags are life!

Darling, your place or mine?

Your place, then my place, and everywhere in between babe. We should have a big wedding and also elope to every country.

First Call of the Jurassic, and now this GEM??? My brain is being entirely rewired. New connections are being made, new synapses are firing. When did I stop imagining crossovers? I don't know, but I am falling back in love as I type this.

...oh no, The Mummy.

#stuffireadandenjoy #coffeeshop chats #having friends is very nice #I am still REELING at the thought of “jaded to the mysteries of the universe” agent p and “holy shit aliens!” agent g #alien linguist soap who's accent is Not That Bad! #(it is that bad) #(we have no idea what language he's speaking) #(it's english) #a morgue tech called ghost who doesn't believe in aliens but HE'S ABOUT TO #writing prompts and inspo #i'm percolating on thoughts about the mummy now

[crossroads-of-the-raven]

The Dark Future Trio (if no-one has done this yet)

You know about The Celebrity Trio

You know about The Secret Trio

But do you know what binds them together.

Kur whispers in the back of Zak's mind as the Human Cryptid King works to enjoy his down time introducing Wadi and Ulraj to Ben and Rex.

Danny has perfected his false smile as he does his best not to grab Valerie, Tucker, Sam, Jake, and Randy and fly as fast as he can away from The Nasty Burger.

But these two boys are not alone in their suffering.

Jade Chan is an anomaly.

She's famous due to her Uncle Jackie being the leader of The J Team.

She's a secret and her missions with Section 13 are written in reports that only the highest clearance will ever see and fewer will ever believe.

She was eleven when she made her worst mistake.

It wasn't a real Tattoo, really it was only an ink rubbing, a rubbing taken from off the cover of one of her elderly Uncle's old books - she had placed the face of Tarakudo on her ankle and the shadows came to life.

The Shadows came to life and slowly, she lost control.

Slowly, she lost control but her elderly Uncle is clever.

He's clever and made a potion (He's clever and made extra)

With the potion, the face of Tarakudo disappeared and soon The Queen of Shadows disappeared.

The Queen disappeared and Jade Chan returned.

Time passed and Tarakudo's spirit was released.

His spirit was released and he greeted the once Queen.

Jade escape but his words remained.

He would see his Queen again and he was patient.

#The Celebrity Trio #The Secret Trio #The Dark Future Trio #Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #Dark Danny #Dan Phantom #The Secret Saturday #TSS #Zak Saturday #Jackie Chan Adventures #Jade Chan #Queen of the Shadowkhan #Hostess Speaks #Hostess Writes #Hostess Prompt #The Celebrity Trio Prompt #The Secret Trio Prompt #The Dark Future Trio Prompt #Danny Phantom Prompt #The Secret Saturdays Prompt #Jackie Chan Adventures Prompt

[rjalker]

The

~we originally let you into our group with the explicit purpose of exploiting you in some way, and only got you in here in the first place by lying to your face, but now we've gotten to know you, so we don't want to exploit you anymore, and we want you to stay because we actually care about you as a person~

trope does, in fact, require that the group prove, in a real meaningful way, with permanent negative consequences of some kind for that group, that they're not trying to exploit the outsider anymore.

You cannot just tell us that they never intended to exploit the person at all when...we literally all know that's not true?? Everyone in the audience knows that’s not true. And all of your characters are also painfully aware of it. That is not how this works.

Don't insult your audience by trying to convince them that the group was never trying to be exploitative when that's literally the entire basis for the relationship between the group and the outsider existing in the first place.

Attempting this doesn’t make the group look better, it makes them look worse. Because instead of coming clean about everything...you’re having them double down on the lying that established the exploitative relationship in the first place.

You cannot make this trope work if you’re just going to lie to your audience, both within and without the narrative, about the relationship between the group and the outsider.

You have to actually have the group prove that they care about the outsider as a person now, and not something that’s there just to be exploited like they did before.

To prove this, the group must *willingly* and *knowingly* give up whatever it was that they hoped to gain from the outsider.

It must be a move that unquestionably has negative impact on the group in some way. This is how they prove that they actually want to accept the outsider for who they are, and not just what they gain from their presence.

They must give up something they can’t get back in order to prove to everyone involved, including the literal audience, that they’ve actually changed for the better and are actually doing the right thing now, even though it doesn’t benefit them.

If it's clear to everyone reading that the group has everything to gain from keeping the outsider with them, and no downsides to doing so, then you're not proving that they actually like the outsider for who they are.

You're just providing further evidence that the group is still being exploitative and still views the outsider as a resource to drain and not a person who they care about.

And simply telling us this ~isn't what's happening~ does not make these facts any less true.

You cannot have the outsider be explicitly tricked into joining the group for the explicit purpose of being exploited, and then have them stay with the group to continue being exploited, while the group gives up nothing in return, and expect us to believe that they're there simply because they're wanted, and not just because they're still literally being exploited.

And no, the outsider being aware they’re being exploited does not make this better, it makes it even worse.

Especially if the outsider in question has severe abandonment issues from repeated trauma and abuse and is starving for any sense of belonging or community they can get their hands on, no matter how thin the veneer, and no matter how much holding onto it hurts them.

Having the outsider be aware that they’re being exploited by the group does not mean they’re not being exploited. It just makes it worse, because they now have to live with the fact that they know, for a fact, they’re not actually there because they’re wanted, they’re just there to be exploited.

And if the outsider is aware of this fact, and you decide to write the group constantly denying this fact when they’ve never done anything to prove it wrong...that’s once again literally just making the group even more abusive. It’s not making them look like better people.

Doubling down on the abuse and exploitation does not prove that the group isn’t abusive and exploitative.

If you are not willing to have the group actually make any sacrifices to prove they really care about the outsider as a person, and not just a resource to be sucked dry, then flat out, do not even attempt to write this trope. You’re going to fail. Miserably.

If you refuse to do it properly, don’t do it at all. Because if you fail to actually condemn the exploitative practices of the group, the only thing you’re doing is upholding abusive power structures and normalizing them, and insulting your audience at the same time.

You cannot expect us to believe that the group isn’t actually being exploitative when you’ve gone *out of your way* to write it so that flagrant, open exploitation and lies were the foundation of the relationship, without ever once doing anything to change that after the fact.

If you want to do the trope of “a group wants to exploit someone, but then changes their mind when they realize like them for who they are, and they become a found family”, you have to actually prove that the group has stopped being exploitative and abusive.

Otherwise your found family is literally just another abusive family that needs to be escaped from.

#tropes #writing tips #writing prompts #writing advice #found family #found family tropes #Martha Wells critical #Martha Wells #Moon of Indigo Cloud #Moon of Opal Night #Jade of Indigo Cloud #The Indigo Cloud Court

[tanthamorewinterfest]

❄ This is one of the moodboard prompts for Tanthamore Winterfest - check out the rest Here ❄ Want some text based prompts to go along with the pictures? Have a look at the text prompts Here ❄ What’s Tanthamore Winterfest? Find out Here

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[1986harrington]

a prompt list!!!!!!! yesssss i’ve missed your sweet sweet writing!! best friday ever! can i request 1 with our boyf steve pretty please??

Steve Harrington x fem!reader Prompt: #1: Don't talk to me, someone might think we're friends Summary: You and Steve work at Family Video, but you don't get off to the best start (bickering!enemies to lovers) Word Count: 1.5k

You had been working at Family Video for about six months before Steve Harrington tumbled in the door - all long legs, flailing arms and floppy hair, too bright eyes and an annoyingly contagious smile. 

You tried your best to show him the ropes, you really did. But some days you swore he was deliberately messing it up. It was almost like he wanted Keith to toss his jobless ass back out into the parking lot. You knew from highschool that Steve hadn’t always been the sharpest tool in the box, but it wasn’t like this job was rocket science. There was absolutely no way anyone was this incapable of rewinding tapes and knowing what alphabetical order meant. 

On top of all that, he just irked you. He left half-finished cups of coffee everywhere he went, which he usually ended up spilling over something important. He repeatedly stole what you had claimed as your unofficial favourite parking spot, even when the lot wasn’t full. He was never on time, he had the attention span of a goldfish and he never seemed able to do a job from start to finish.

“I think maybe part of the issue here is that you like him, and you just don't wanna admit it.” Robin had unhelpfully suggested a few months back, when you began listing off these reasons to her mid-rant for the third time in a week. 

Robin had called Steve out on it pretty early too, saying that the reason he deliberately wound you up was because his brain never progressed past the stage of playground teasing and pigtail pulling when he liked a girl.

You had both denied it resolutely, absolutely adamant in your dislike for each other.

Until last Tuesday night.

***

You had been on shift with both Robin and Steve, but it was the quietest night of the week and with Keith not around, Robin had tossed her keys at Steve over the counter as she headed for the door early to get ready for her date night with Vicki.

“Robs, you can’t be serious!” You yelled after her as she opened the door. The chime rang out above her head as she turned to face you, walking backwards and gesturing to her ear as if she couldn’t hear you despite being less than 10 feet away from where you were standing.

“Love you guys! Play nice, make good choices!” 

The door swung shut with another chime, silence falling around you both in the now empty store.

Steve opened his mouth to speak, but before any words could make it past his lips, you were holding a hand up to him, the other pinching at the bridge of your nose as you closed your eyes.

“Whatever you’re about to say, Harrington? Just don’t.”

“Listen, I’m not exactly thrilled about being stuck here with you either, alright?”

You choked out a laugh, turning to face him now with a hand on your hip.

“And what exactly do you have to be 'not thrilled' about?" You air-quoted back at him.

"I’m not the co-worker who’s messy, and lazy and just generally  incompetent at every little task I’m given!” You yelled, blood rushing up your chest to colour your cheeks in frustration.

“No, you’re right.” Steve said, with more of an edge to his tone than you’d heard before. He pushed himself off the stool he’d been perched on behind the counter, rounding it until he was standing in front of you.

“You’re the co-worker who thinks that just because she’s pretty and smart that it’s fine to be an insufferable, pain-in-the-ass control freak with a superiority complex!”

“You think I’m pretty?” You interrupted, eyes narrowing at him curiously.

“I- what?” Steve stammered, his cheeks now a shade of rosey that matched yours, and you couldn’t help but notice the way both of you were breathing a little heavier.

“You said I was pretty.” You repeated before adding ‘and smart’, for good measure.

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess I did." He admitted, throwing hands up and letting them fall back by his sides, exasperated. "And of course you'd choose to focus on that and ignore literally all of the other things I said. Maybe we should add narcissist to the list-"

You cut him off by gripping the front of his stupid polo and pulling him down towards you as you pressed up on your toes. Your lips met his and at first he was still against you. You could feel the confusion in the way his body was tense against yours and it lasted just long enough that you began to consider pulling back - that maybe you’d made a colossal mistake and totally misread the energy that had been simmering between you and that Steve wasn’t interested in you at all like that.

That maybe he genuinely didn’t like you at all.

Your mind had begun to wander to the possibilities of dying simply from sheer embarrassment alone, when you felt a warm, strong arm wrap around your waist and lift you off your feet, his lips finally moving against yours.

You pulled back from him just long enough to let out a yelp as he turned and placed you up on the counter, one hand on your hip sliding you toward him, the other tangling in the hair at the back of your head.

“Is this okay?” He asked, breathless against your cheek, lips brushing your jawline and when you only nodded, his mouth dropped lower to press a kiss over your racing pulse.

“Words, Princess. You’ve usually got plenty of ‘em.” 

You felt his grin against your flushed skin, the faint scratch of his stubble against your throat sending a new wave of sensation through your body until your legs were wrapping around him, pulling him closer.

“D’you wanna keep kissing me, Harrington, or d’you wanna run your mouth instead?” You propositioned him, and he hummed as if he was considering his options, despite the fact he was still kissing his way along your neck and back up to your jaw.

Once he was eye-level with you again, you quirked a brow.

“Words, remember?”

His lips were plush, his bottom one plump and rosey from where you'd had it  between your teeth and when he went to speak, a grin tugging at the corners, you pressed a finger there and he stilled.

“Just so you know, there’s only one answer that gets you laid.”

The grin pulled at his features fully now, reaching all the way to his eyes that you swore were darker now than they’d ever been before. He pushed a chaste kiss to your fingertip that was still pressed against his lips, before taking it between his teeth and nipping gently. 

You gasped, feeling the wet of his tongue against your skin before your hand slipped from his face and fisted in his vest.

“I guess I’ll shut up now, then.” He finally answered, mouth back on yours as his hands slid up your shirt.

***

“Do me a favour, Harrington? Don’t talk to me, someone might think we’re actually friends.”

“Ouch,” Steve hissed with a grin, one hand thrown over the other dramatically against his chest as he pretended to stagger backwards. You rolled your eyes with a scoff, shouldering past him with an armful of tapes.

“Friends? You’re gonna look me in the eye and tell me we’re not even friends after what we did in here last week?”

You shot him a look over your shoulder that dared him to keep going, so he did.

“And then in my car on the way home? And then on your couch once I finally got you home? Hey, remind me - was it my bed next, or yours? Or the bathroom at that party over on Maple?”

“Do you ever stop talking?”

“Around you? When I know it either, a) annoys you or, b) turns you on? No way. That’s a win/win, if you ask me.”

“Yeah? Well too bad no one asked you.”

“You did. Literally two seconds ago-”

“Steve, I swear to God-”

“So it’s option A today. Got it. Good to know.”

He made his way over to you in silence, taking some of the tapes out of your arms and helping you restock the shelves. He took the ones belonging on the higher shelves so you didn’t have to reach up, and you took the lower ones so he didn’t hurt his back leaning down all the time. There was the occasional bump of the shoulder and the brushing of fingers that sent a palpable enrgy zipping through your body, which you fought to ignore. And then there was the fact that you were close enough to smell each other - Steve all fresh soap and sandalwood, and you sweet, like cherries dipped in vanilla - and it was driving you both insane.

When Robin strolled in a half hour later for her afternoon shift, she observed you both for second - noting the absence of yelling and name calling.

“Look at you two,” She finally announced, one hip leaning against the counter as she slurped her milkshake obnoxiously through the straw. You both turned to face her, your eyes rolling at the smug smirk on her face.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you two actually liked each other."

"Robin, you've been here less than thirty seconds. Don't make me tell you to shut up already." Steve drawled, turning back to the shelves.

"Who knows," Robin continued, as if he hadn't even spoken. "Some might even say you could be friends.”

She pushed off the counter, skipping past you both on her way to the breakroom, ruffling Steve’s hair as she passed by. Once she was gone, you dug him in the ribs with your elbow.

“I told you,” You scolded, but when his eyes landed on your face, there was no malice, only a hint of a smile.

#steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #jade writes prompts

[meebs-sleeps]

Hello! Welcome to my blog, you can call me Meebi!!

Things about me:

I am 18 years old!

I have a pet bird named Weed<3

I love, love, LOVE Twisted Wonderland!!! sgsh

My mbti is INFP :D

My birthday is 22 March!

I rlly like the octotrio ( >• w •)>

What I will write here:

I am still brand new to Tumblr and I haven't really written anything yet, so some things won't seem all that professional like other cool authors here sbshsg

This is a Twisted Wonderland blog, meaning that I will only be writing the lovely twisted boys!

You can give me requests for whom you want me to write and I will try my best to fulfill your wishes!

You can request:

Yandere! ް 0 ް

Smut 😼

Crack! (Snap and pop!)

Whichever else I will feel comfortable with shshsh

Fluff!! ♡♡♡

ANGST!! YES, I LOVE ANGST I LOVE CRYIKG AHSGAHAHAH

I won't write:

Non con

Character x Character

I'll add more in the future!!

Like I said, I am still new to this, so please bear with me :,) I also would love to write headcannons and long fics too!(Still learning on how to make them eeeexxtraaa looonggg)

I also have to warn you that English isn't my first language and I will make LOTS of spelling mistakes 😪 So if I do anything wrong, feel free to correct me!

I will also do some rambles from time to time, and if you like it, maybe I can turn it into a fic :D

That's all I have to say for now, so bai bai and I will see you again in the future! :D

#twst #yandere #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst x reader #twst x you #octotrio #jade leech #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto #twst wonderland #fanfic #x reader #writing prompt #yandere x reader #twst smut #smut #fluff #twst angst #rambles #meebi writes #meebs

[rukaroggy]

Summary: Kit had always wondered why Jade was constantly wearing high necked clothes and now that her relationship with Jade had finally shifted from a platonic friendship to a physical romance, with a lot of kisses and make-outs, Kit really wanted to move things further.. And having Jade constantly stopping her from undressing her, was making Kit quite frustrated.

#willow 2022 #tanthamore #willow #jade x kit #willow series #erin kellyman #renew willow #ruby cruz #willow show #willow cast #ao3 fanfic #ao3fic #tanthamoretober #kit tanthalos #jade claymore #kit x jade #save willow #willow disney+ #willowrewatchparty #writing prompt

[mackjlee9]

Eyo if you're still open may I please request Jade Leech + a top male reader with 57, 60 and 67 from the smut list?

Thank you for requesting~ 😊

Smut Prompts; 'You seem more sensitive than usual,' 'Cum for me, you've done so well' & 'So good for me, look at how much you came.'

Warning; ooc!jade, overstimulation, cockwarming.

Jade Leech [Twisted Wonderland]

Please, enjoy the event~

Lately, Jade has been feeling like... experimenting. With someone.

And that someone was his boyfriend, (M/n), who more than happily agreed. After having the logical decision of doing said experimental activity in (M/n)'s room, where at least they could avoid being walked on.

Floyd had the bad habit of walking into his room without knocking, even if it was the middle of the night, and (M/n) had clearly baited Grim with cans of tuna so he won't bother them at any point.

After having that solved, Jade used the mirror in the Octavinelle dorm and he was greeted by his boyfriend when he arrived at the mirror chamber. They walked hand in hand, completely silent as they headed towards the Ramshackle Dorm. As soon they got there, (M/n) took him up the stairs and Jade was already blushing at the thought of what they were going to do, it was very unusual of him, but the magic-less prefect always made him act out of character, something that he was starting to get used to.

And now, both of them were laying on the bed, Jade under him as they kissed, making out with long, passionate kisses that made Jade whine as he felt (M/n)'s hands caressing his body under his shirt, gently gracing his abdomen and up to his chest, barely touching his nipple and making him whimper at how sensitive it was.

It might've been because he had been waiting for it pretty much all day long, but Jade was feeling so much in so little time, that he could barely think properly, his body covered in goosebumps and shivers running down his spine when (M/n) began leaving kisses and bite marks on the skin of his neck.

Jade closed his eyes tightly, gripping onto (M/n)'s clothes as his body shuddered, feeling how just being touched a bit made him cum. His face turned bright red as he realized that he came in his underwear as if it was the first time he jerked off, lasting a little bit too short. (M/n) paused for a moment and backed away enough to observe Jade's state, his eyes catching sight of the damp spot on his pants.

"You seem more sensitive than usual," Jade covered his face with his hands when his state was pointed out, feeling ashamed. "No, love, is okay..." Placing gentle kisses on Jade's hands, (M/n) made him look at him through his fingers, peeking at him with surprising shyness. "How about we... Do what you told me you wanted to do? Would that be alright?"

Slowly nodding after a few seconds of silence, Jade felt how his pants and underwear were pulled down and taken off his body, soon followed by his shirt that couldn't go over his head due to his arms being in the way.

"Could you let me take this off?" (M/n) said in a soft voice, sweetly touching the back of Jade's hands.

Taking his hands away from his face, Jade raised his arms and let (M/n) fully undress him, and soon afterward, he started to strip himself until he too, was fully naked.

(M/n) kissed Jade again, making sure he was calm and relaxed enough to start stretching him, rubbing his fingers inside him and making him whimper, tightly gripping his shoulders and wrapping his trembling legs around his hips. (M/n) kept opening his insides until three fingers fitted comfortably inside him before pulling them out, aligning his cock against Jade's entrance, slowly pushing his erection in.

He stayed still, taking a couple of deep breaths as he felt Jade wrapped tightly around his cock, watching as he closed his eyes again and pulled him down, closer to his body. It was shocking and quite cute how different Jade would become when alone with him.

His personality alone was intimidating, and along with that came how tall he was, but (M/n) often forget about that "mafia facade" he put on around others, because he became so incredibly adorable and fragile with and, under him.

(M/n) moved his hand down to Jade's leaking cock, teasingly playing with his red, wet tip. Jade opened his eyes and looked down, observing how his cock was being toyed with and his mismatched eyes turned glossy with tears, his face flushed a scarlet color, he opened his mouth, and quiet gasps and whimpers left him until he was finally able to say something.

"Pl-please... I w-wanna c-cum..." His meek tone of voice made something in (M/n) feel flustered, and he leaned down to press their lips together in a sweet kiss.

"Cum for me, you've done so well," (M/n) observed with surprise and adoration as Jade moaned his name, his cum spurting out of his slit all the way up to his chest and some drops of white cum landed on his neck. He literally just squirted, and (M/n) found that really, really erotic. Jade's nails scratched (M/n)'s back, drawing small droplets of blood, nothing too painful or deep. After the orgasm he just experienced, Jade was in a daze, gasping for air while he lay on the bed, his body trembling and his mind trying to process what just happened to him, "So good for me, look at how much you came."

(M/n) admired the state Jade was in as he pulled out, not giving two shits if he didn't get to cum, now he just wanted to take care of Jade's quivering body, clean him, dress him and hug him tightly as they fell asleep.

#.mackjlee9's 2k event #jade leech x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst jade #twst jade x reader #male reader #reader insert #x reader #smut #smut prompts #writing event

[tanthamoretober]

Welcome to October, questies! If you're up for a Tanthamore or Willow based writing or art challenge this month, check out our list of prompts! We have autumn themed, horror, and saucy NSFW ideas, take your pick and post them to the #tanthamoretober tag or submit them to the Tanthamoretober collection on AO3

See 'What is Tanthamoretober' for all the FAQs or send us a message with any questions you have!

Let gooo!

#tanthamore #willow #willow 2022 #kit tanthalos #jade claymore #writing prompts #tanthamoretober

[musewrangler]

For the first sentence ask, "So, how did the interrogation go?"

Thank you so much for this @ladysongmaster! Here we are:

"So, how did the interrogation go?" Luke asked cheerfully.

Anakin wondered if the boy did this deliberately when faced with personalities far more serious than his own.

It was likely that Jade felt similarly because she folded her arms and raised an exceedingly skeptical, if elegant, eyebrow at his son.

"You sound like you're asking how Boonta ball tryouts went," she answered in disgust.

And there was no mistaking what Anakin felt from his son.

The boy was looking at the red headed assassin as though she held all the stars in the galaxy in her hands.

Son of a Hutt.

#writing #writing prompts #writing inspiration #five lines #star wars #star wars original trilogy #star wars au #mara jade #anakin skywalker #luke skywalker

[greencheekconure27]

Ideas for a Willow Star Trek AU

(Just the ideas, sorry.I suck at putting words on paper so if anyone wants to pick this up,I'm begging you please do.)

Jade is a half Romulan and half Klingon. She was adopted and raised on Vulcan by commander Ballantine, a Vulcan Starfleet officer and a close friend of Admiral Tanthamore, who found her after a mission to escort some colonists had gone very, very wrong.He does genuinely love her, but has never once told her about what happened back then.Despite knowing about her romulan heritage he raised her as half-Vulcan instead, as he believed things would be easier for her if she didn't know.Nor has he ever told her about a certain exiled Klingon general by the name of K'ael, who may or may not be her biological father.

(K'ael was not a nice guy. He was a charismatic political extremist who had some good points, but also committed many war crimes. Best let his legacy rest)

Jade went to Starfleet academy to follow in her father's footsteps and met Kit there.

Sorsha Tanthalos was born in a colony of descendants of the genetically enhanced supersoldiers of the Eugenics Wars (like Khaan & co) led by her mother Bavmorda.Never quite managing to meet her mother's ideals of "perfection", she ran way and joined Starfleet, making a dazzling career and eventually becoming an admiral.She is known for her diplomatic skills and is often called in for negotiations, though deep down she's tired and really would go back to being an explorer instead, not that she'll ever admit it.Sorsha despises her mother's legacy and everything associated with it, which at times leads her to make some questionable choices.

The Bone Reavers started out as a group of renegade Romulans fleeing from their government, but evolved into a mixed-species tribe of space nomads hanging out on the fringes of colonized space. They got by through trade, hauling cargo, salvage, and other odd jobs, as well as the odd bit of contraband ans space piracy.

At some point in time a newcomer called K' ael took over as their leader.Under him the None Reavers managed to rise considerably in power and wealth (and infamy) by serving as space mercenaries to whomever paid well, eventually allying themselves with an ambitious warlord called Bavmorda.

Unfortunately for them Bavmorda's downfall dragged the Bone Reaver's down as well: due to their indiscriminating attacks on border settlements, as well as Bavmorda's and K'aels atrocities, they became hated by pretty much everyone, making them pariahs and leading them to resort to criminal activities more often than before.

Scorpia is the leader of what remains of the Bone Reavers.She's seeking a home for her people away from the Federation or any other major power.

The Galladoorn is a humanoid alien species (hey, it's star trek) which recently allied themselves with the Federation, though they're not looking to join.They have an empire of their own, and are quite powerful, but appear to be fairly peaceful and benign at first glance.However as the series progresses they will gradually be revealed to have a dark side.

Madmartigan was a captain in the Galladoornish navy.He was court-martialed and formally exiled from all Galladoornish territories for reasons he refuses to discuss.He then joined Starfleet instead, earning the rank of captain incredibly fast, and got put in charge of an spaceship specialising in exploration and first contact much like the Enterprise did. Madmartigan often claimed to be the best captain in the history of Starfleet. The admiralty's opinions on this are ...mixed.

Airk Thaughbaer was Madmartigan's second in command in the Galladoornish navy, who took over his post as captain after his court martial.Last time Mads talked to him he was a vice admiral.Airk was killed soon after.

Madmartigan met Sorsha on a joint Starfleet mission and married her.She was promoted shortly after.They were happy.However about ten years in Madmartigan went MIA during a mission under mysterious circumstances.Sorsha had been the one who suggested him for the mission, and she never quite forgave herself for that.

Thraxus Boorman,the rather traumatized rookie ensign that was accompanying him was found only years later after escaping from a Cardassian prison, nowhere near the last place they were seen.The third member of the away team, Lt. Allagash, was never found and is believed to have been killed in action.Boorman refused to tell anything about what happened and resigned from Starfleet. He pops up on Sorsha's radar occasionally, usually to ask her to bail him out (again).

Willow Ufgood was Madmartigan's second-in-command and chief science officer. He stayed in Starfleet for awhile after Mads disappeared, became a captain, then promptly resigned over a"political disagreement" and returned to his home planet, where he became a renowned professor at a local university.

Kit and Airk joined Starfleet as early as they could, much to Sorsha's chagrin, as she's terrified they'll vanish just like their father.

And then Airk did just that.

Zivian Hastur is the current emperor of Galladoorn. A few years ago, he visited Earth for negotiations, and Kit, Jade and Airk got assigned as tour guides for his son, Prince Graydon.This somehow *accidentally* resulted in Graydon running off to join Starfleet.For diplomatic purposes, as a symbol of cooperation between the two powers, off course ,and definitely not because his father kept suggesting they seal the treaty with a personal union between him and the admiral's daughter.

Graydon joins the search for Airk as a science officer

Jörgen Kase is an experienced captain and Kit and Airk's mentor who gets put in charge of the search party.One last mission before he retires...yup, you've guessed it, he gets killed in the pilot episode.

Ensign Brunhild "Dove" Davids is Airk's girlfriend who asks her commanding officer for "personal time off" and then promptly sneaks aboard the search party's ship as stowaway to go look for Airk. She's a talented medical officer who likes to cook in her spare time. Her file says she was born on earth, but there are some odd discrepancies, and all records of her are a decade old at most.Also both Willow and Sorsha seem to know her even though she's never met them...very weird.

Willow only joined this mission as a last favour to Sorsha and because he's known the twins since their birth and is fond of them.But Kase dies unexpectedly and he's the most experienced officer on board so he's captain now. He is Not happy about this.

Boorman gets pulled out of whatever prison he's landed himself in this time by Sorsha to serve as their guide, being an expert on the area where Airk and his team were last seen.He eventually takes over as the crews navigator/ pilot

Jade is the security officer

Kit is the (somewhat self-proclaimed) second-in-command after the original XO, Silas, gets killed

Kenneth the mudmander is a non-humanoid telepathic alien of a previously unknown species that tried to hijack the ship to escape from slavers. He forms a strong bond with Graydon and eventually takes over as their guide after they leave known space (insert plot convenient wormhole)

Airk switched between divisions (and girlfriends/boyfriends) so often that nobody took him too seriously when he settled for command, claiming to want to become an even better captain than his father was. (he meant it, though).He's a bit of a jack of all trades, and a pretty good engineer, though he doesn't really believe himself to be particularly good at anything.He also gets trapped in holodeck malfunctions A Lot.

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