#madness combat dog au

[cook1emadness]

Hmmm how about a dog!S/o

Dog!S/o

Starting. . .

Now

I'm not sure what kinda breed dog you'll be so go do some personality dog quiz or something.

anyway, you are the main 4 neighbor, you were adopted by a old married couple.

If your a small dog then your probably be with 2bdamned or Sanford. But if your a big dog then mostly deimos, hank however... I suggest be on his good side.

You and deimos bark at eachother if there's a wall between you but when it comes down yall stayed quiet and well its awkward.

If you were a small dog you might the dog that deimos try to calm down, only to attack him

And yes you and deimos will be a rivals since he's trying to steal your owners attention.

Now Sanford and you get along really well, and will always play with him(and maybe deimos).

If you were a big dog, you and Sanford can playfight, don't worry he'll go easy on you. But if your small dog then no playfights.

Be thankful that Sanford has your back because he's the only reason why your still alive.

Now 2bdamned and you are neutral like always, if your a small dog then they would watch you from a distance and make sure your nowhere near hank or anything dangerous, unless your rude then umm yeah goodbye.

If your a big dog. Doc would still be neutral but more cautious.

Both of you are best dog for taking care of old people, also if you managed to befriend him, hank would have to tolerate you more.

Now the last one... hank... ok let's say you fear him no matter how small or big tou are you fear him, dude literally jumped over the fence just to see the new dog aka you.

Hank and you are not good terms but later on he tolerates you, but he still doesn't like you.

If you were a small dog better stset hiding behind Sanford from hank, because he thinks your FOOD!!

If your big dog he it may take longer for him to tolerate you, also make sure your a strong dog because his likes playing rough, you might need Sanford to be with you in case hank goes to far.

Your the type of dog that would break something and try to stay silent with q big smile.

#madness combat #dogness combat lol #madness combat dog au #madness project nexus #madcom #doc x reader #sanford x reader #hank j wimbleton x reader #madness combat x reader #deimos x reader #madcom x reader

[saltymongoose]

hello! I was wondering if you got my request! if you didn't, it was basically about yandere Phobos spoiling you, getting you anything you even glance at and doesn't make you lift a finger. Your a god! let him treat you like one!

Hello Anon! :) I received this request while I was writing some other Phobos stuff a while back, but I decided to make a separate set just for this topic. Hope you like these, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! <3

Phobos Spoils the Player ft. (Phobos + The Nexus Core)

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior, Mentions of violence, Religious Fanaticism (from Phobos, of course))

"All-encompassing" has always been the most suitable term to use for the Director of the Nexus Core's devotion to you. It permeates every fiber of his being, with each order he gives and each action he takes being diligently carried out with you in mind. Every step forward for Nevada, every inkling of true progress contained in all of the Nexus Core's experiments that he fostered, were made in the hope of making you - his God - genuinely proud of what his life's work would become. That's not even to mention the shrine of goods and personal effects he amassed to make his worship of you that much more effective.

The effort he went through just for the chance at getting your clear approval wasn’t something to scoff at, especially since nobody in the Nexus Core could remember a time when Phobos put anyone above himself. An effort that would only intensify once he finally had a chance to show his reverence for you in person.

While you might've insisted that there's no need to make others worship you (despite how you're entirely deserving of it in his view), he'll make it clear to everyone around that you're truly something to behold nonetheless. His gentleness is nearly unmatched, and his sharp glares in response to anyone treating you without what he considers adequate respect is enough proof of this goal of his. If those in the Nexus Core call him Director, and might even refer to him as their rightful God Emperor (if they're trying to be extra nice with the hopes of getting a holiday bonus), then you should naturally be regarded as higher than that.

Until you tell him to stop, he'll make sure that his people bow their heads in respect, and generally stay out of your way. "Speak only when spoken to" was drilled into their heads days before your arrival, and the tightening of their Director's hand on the pommel of his sword is enough of a threat to adhere to that. In his eyes, you probably shouldn't be socializing with the lowly grunts of his organization anyway; you're too high up to do that.

Of course, you contradict this (as it's entirely too stifling and uncomfortable to be treated like you're some priceless gem), and the Nexus workers appreciate it. Your own exasperated, if not slightly amused, commentary on every interaction they have with their Director makes them more comfortable with being around you. Although judging by the rather harsh punishments laid out for their coworkers, it'd be best not to get too close.

However, the Nexus Core's newfound respect for you, due in no small part to how you reign Phobos in, only makes them happier to accommodate you as he asks (demands). It is at his request that you have all your necessary tasks completed by them, from cooking when you're there to even trivial things like making your bed in your suite.

(It's tedious sometimes, but so much better than what they usually have to do, so you'd be surprised by how okay with it they are.)

Really, Phobos will try to make it so you don't exactly have to do anything at all. A person as important as you deserves to have these things attended to, and he's the best person to provide you with this. He's an ever-dutiful follower with incredible, far-reaching power; who else could make it so you never have to lift a finger for anything?

Furthermore, Phobos' tendency to seek out only the finest of things hasn't been stopped by your arrival either, the only difference being that now he gives them directly to you instead of placing them on your shrine. You've never seen so many precious stones and metals in one place, and you honestly didn't know how to react when he prompted you for any jewelry you might want to be made out of it. (Since it seems he apparently just realized that you have nowhere to put them all. Unless you just stay with him from now on, which is also an option he'd highly recommend.)

It definitely took some getting used to on your part, to always have the very best of everything that Nevada could offer just handed to you without complaint. The softest of bedspreads, the highest quality of clothing, and the best food from the most lauded of chefs; no expense would be spared to give you everything your acolyte knew you deserved.

(Phobos doesn't even care if he has to...extract them from their previous places of work to get them right where they should be, just to be useful. It's an honor to serve you anyway, and the chefs should realize that quickly. For their own safety, if nothing else.)

It's also evident whenever you go out, on those occasions where you decide to spend some time exploring Nexus City (with the Director by your side, naturally). It was actually really fun; it’d been too long since you were free to go wherever you wanted. The other grunts in the city were a little perturbed but decided to ignore it. Judging by the cold glares of warning leader of their city seemed to give them when they so much as looked in your general direction, it was best left alone. But they grew to welcome you, as Phobos tended to be very generous whenever you accompanied him.

He’s willing to do anything for you, and this includes spending money. If you even glance at something for a millisecond too long, he’s already approaching the clerk to get it for you, no matter how expensive it is. He'd insisted on giving you things without you asking, so if it's clear to him that you want something, it's only right that he gives it to you. As your most loyal subject, it's only the most logical course of action for him.

The fact that you get so flustered and even try to refuse his gifts only motivates him to go further with it. Although it makes him feel oddly warm that he's the first to really treat you how he knows you deserve to be, it also annoys him that those in your world were such fools to not realize how they should regard you. So he'll just make his care for you so evident and obvious through his gestures that it'll make you realize you don't need anyone else.

You said you didn't want anyone else worshiping you like him, so you'll obviously agree with him on this eventually, right? It makes perfect sense.

("Phobos, I really don't need any of those," you tried to explain, tugging on his sleeve as he took the bags from the nervous grunt at the counter. It had been some cute plushies you eyed for long enough to get his attention, and he took the attention as a sign that you wanted them.

"Your Grace, whether you "need" them is irrelevant," he responded, turning to give you an uncharacteristically warm look. "Nevada's goods are yours; so long as you desire them, I'll do my best to get them for you, no matter what they are or how necessary they might be. Your needs are something that I'll take upon myself; you don't have to worry about that regardless. But as your acolyte, I can't leave you wanting for anything either. Please understand this."

You held his gaze for a moment before looking away, scratching the back of your neck with a silent nod. 'He's so stubborn,' you mused to yourself as you felt heat creeping across your cheeks. It's charming, in an odd way. Though you couldn't stop from feeling guilty over how much he spent on you, you guessed you could put up with it if it made him so happy - something that was obvious from how he purrs when you accept it.)

The way that Phobos spoils you is a way for him to show you just how much he cares for you and your happiness, so of course he’d be happy to drain the Nexus’ budget for anything your heart desires. (Or that he believes you desire, anyway.)

He loves you in a way he's never loved anyone else before, and he'll surpass everyone else in his effort to try and prove it to you. Besides, what fool would anyone deny a God what they're entitled to, regardless of their status in your following? You deserve to relax, so just let him, your eternally loyal God Emperor, take care of your every want and need, okay?

#tw: yandere #you *looking at plushies in a random store window*: “Huh I didn't know dogs looked like that in Nevada.” #Phobos: 💳 💥 💳 💥 💳 💥 #The grunts seeing Phobos spoil you: “...Am I hallucinating?” #yandere phobos #phobos x reader #phobos #player!reader #self aware m:pn au #samau #yandere madness combat #yandere madcom #madness combat x reader #madcom x reader #my writing

[yanderes-galore]

Cat hybrid Hank vs Cat hybrid Tricky rivalry (headcanons) would be so funny, cat vs cat! Imagine if Hank was a Dog Hybrid instead, it just got worse.

I'll quickly go over this one as it'll be very similar to the original rivalry HCs. (Oh no, my weakness to cat boys-)

Yandere! Hybrid! Hank vs Hybrid! Tricky

Short Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Violence, Possessive behavior, Animal-like behavior, Hybrids.

- Yeah, you're right, it is worse than if they were normal Grunts.

- They'd have cat fights so often.

- Especially if you managed to charm both strays into adoring you.

- Maybe you healed up an injured Hank or fed Tricky a hot dog.

- Now both cats are drawn to you.

- As with how cats/cat-hybrids are, they'd rub against you a lot.

- If they smell each other on you it's all over.

- Hank just gets aggressive, pinning you before rubbing his head against you.

- He says nothing, as usual.

- Just a disturbing silence while he tries to remove the scent of the clown cat from you.

- When Tricky smells Hank on you, he starts out upset before desperately trying to cover the scent.

- You can even feel him shaking and growling.

- They really do not like each other.

- They're both fast cats with razor sharp claws.

- There's no doubt if you had them both as companions then they'd try to one up each other.

- For example, one of them lays on your lap in front of the other.

- It's a constant fight for affection.

- Out of the two, Tricky is definitely the more vocal one.

- He's the type of cat to scream at you for anything.

- Affection, food, the fact you aren't paying attention to him at this second.

- Hank uses actions more than meows to get what he wants though.

- There's always hissing around you, along with purring depending on their mood.

- Hank's purr is loud but not as loud as most.

- Tricky's purr just feeds into his constant vibrations.

- His sounds like if you spoke through a fan due to all the movement.

- Now cat vs cat is chaotic and all.

- Yet Dog-Hybrid! Hank vs Cat-Hybrid! Tricky?

- Even more chaos.

- Dogs and cats don't get along with each other unless they grew up together.

- These two strays hate each other.

- For being a dog-hybrid, Hank is still surprisingly quiet.

- You can tell his mood by his tail most of the time.

- Although, if Tricky's near.

- Growling, deep growling that chills you to your core.

- Not quite at a bark but enough to be a warning.

- Then you'll of course hear Tricky's pissed hissing.

- If it was even possible than they'd hate each other more if it was dog vs cat.

- Good luck trying to calm them down.

- They don't know the definition of calm.

- There will never be calm between these two.

- Hybrid or no these two would fight to the death for you.

- Giving them animal characteristics only makes them worse.

#yandere madness combat #yandere hybrid #yandere madness combat hybrid au #yandere cat hybrid #yandere dog hybrid #yandere wolf hybrid #yandere hank j wimbleton #yandere tricky the clown #yandere tricky #yandere madness combat tricky #yandere madness combat hank

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Eddie Munson's second chance

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 14

Prompt: Angst with a happy ending

Rated: G

CW: referenced child neglect/abuse

Tags: Modern AU, Royalty AU, Royal Steve Harrington, Rockstar Eddie Munson

Notes: Continued from day 11. This was angstier in my head, but Eddie is a silly goose.

Eddie Munson is no stranger to fucking up. He's long accepted that. It's just a thing that happens.

Sometimes, you'll miscalculate a stage dive and have to cancel the rest of the tour. 

Sometimes, you'll get so caught up in your stupid rockstar stuff, you'll forget about the youth center you founded to give other kids a better childhood. 

Sometimes, you'll meet an adorable guy named Dustin at said youth center, and rant about how useless the monarchy is, only to find out that Dustin isn't Dustin at all, but Crown Prince Steven Harrington, aka the future king, aka owner of the saddest pair of puppy dog eyes that Eddie has ever failed to get out of his goddamn head. 

Which brings him to his current predicament, sitting on the edge of his bed, waiting for Chrissy to pick up the phone. She does after the second dial tone, which is pretty impressive for three in the morning. 

"We must cancel the royal visit," Eddie blurts before she can ask what's wrong. 

"Eds," she yawns. "We've been over this. Just because you can't stand the guy-" 

"That's not it," Eddie groans. "Listen … I met him yesterday? Only I didn't know it was him? And I flirted with him and he was really cute but I couldn't keep my fucking mouth shut and now I can't ever see him again because I don't wanna rot in some dungeon, understand?" 

"No," she says. Damn, it sounded perfectly logical in his head. "But this doesn't seem like something we should discuss on the phone. Stay put, I'm coming over." 

*

They don't cancel the royal visit, but Eddie refuses to make an appearance. Instead, he watches from behind the curtains of the office window like a creep. The Prince looks dashing in his tailored suit, smiling for the cameras, joking with the kids, listening to Chrissy with polite attention as she shows him around the place. Eddie loves her so fucking much, will be forever grateful that she filled in for him. 

Even if she tied it to one condition. 

He watches how she whispers something into the Prince's ear, how his smile melts into an angry frown. How they both turn to stare at the window. Eddie flinches away from the curtains, heart in his throat. 

He wonders if the dungeons have WiFi. 

*

"You have exactly ten minutes," says the bodyguard. It’s the same one from yesterday, the one called Hop. Eddie doesn’t reply, just nods stiffly. Hop looks at him like he's contemplating murder, but then he ducks out of the room with a muttered all clear.

Prince Steven steps in. The door clicks shut. Silence descends. 

"Well," Eddie finally mumbles. "I guess this is the part where I bow and grovel." 

The Prince snorts. "Please don't, Mr Munson. I'd rather you save us both the embarrassment."

Eddie winces, because ouch. That stings more than it should. 

Neither of them says anything for a long while. The clock on the wall keeps ticking. 

"So," Eddie rocks awkwardly on the soles of his combat boots. "Who's Dustin?" 

Those plush lips twitch into a smile and those pretty eyes light up. For a moment, Eddie glimpses the boy from yesterday. 

"My housekeeper's kid. He'd be so mad if he knew I met you and didn't get him an autograph." 

He says it with genuine concern, like he's honestly afraid of getting shit from a little kid, and Eddie can't help but grin. 

"Don't worry, I won't tell." 

This gets him a huffed laugh. 

"He'd love this place, it's really cool." 

When Eddie looks up, the Prince is looking at the picture frames on the walls, photos of smiling kids and drawings in crayon and watercolors. Eddie sighs and joins him, stares long and hard of a picture of Max on her skateboard. 

"Thanks. I, um … grew up around here, and I wanted to give these kids a safe space. Where they can just … be children. I never really had that myself." 

A thoughtful hum. Those hazel eyes are soft with an expression that looks weirdly like longing. Eddie remembers watching stories about the royal family on his uncle's rickety TV set. A solemn-faced boy his own age trailing behind his parents outside of private jets, in lush parks and gilded halls. Always in expensive suits. Always well-behaved. Always way too grown-up.

Well, shit. 

"Listen, your highness …" 

"Steve is fine." 

"Listen, Steve …" Eddie lets the name linger on his tongue, finds that he likes the feel of it. "I guess I've been a bit of a dick." 

A hint of that bitchy little smile. "You guess correctly." 

"Whatever," Eddie huffs. "I'm trying to apologize here, so may I? Or are you throwing me in the dungeons?" 

"The …" Steve blinks. Then, his mouth starts to curl. "We, um … don't actually do that anymore. Unless you're into that, then I'm sure it could be arranged." 

Eddie sputters and Steve bites back a laugh. 

"If you really wanna make up for it," he then says. "I hear your concert next week is all sold out? Dustin would love backstage tickets." 

Eddie frowns. 

"Dustin as in the kid or …" 

"Steve?" Hop cracks the door open. "Time to go, c'mon." 

Steve smiles, bright and sunshiny. "On my way." 

He turns to Eddie, grabs a pen and a notepad from the chaos on the desk.

"Backstage tickets, two of them. I'll be expecting them by tomorrow." 

*

When Chrissy bustles in not five minutes later, she finds Eddie in the office chair, staring morosely at the still drawn curtains. 

"Eds? Everything okay?" Eddie just groans and hides his head in his hands, so she crouches down in front of him, hands on his knees. "He didn't give you shit, did he?" 

"Shit? I wish. No, it's far worse than that." Eddie cackles hysterically and unclenches his fist, presenting a crumpled piece of notebook paper. "He gave me his number." 

Part 3

All my holiday drabbles

#steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie brainrot #steddie fanfic #fanfiction writer #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #steddie holiday drabbles #hype's holiday drabbles

[s0fti3w1tch]

So I headcanon that post-rottmnt-movie Leo's a part time cane user like me!

And I also headcanon that:

Donnie will absolutely go ham on designing a tactical cane for him.

[ Item Key/Explanations ] + [ Extra Text/Overlays Off ] below the cut

Key (damn I hope this image makes some sense and its not too messy):

The cane itself is used as a mobility aid and can assist in combat if needed in a pinch. edit: *note, for practicality, these are mainly reserved for situations where Leo does not have other options. Most of the time, it is a normal cane :)

Handle of the cane twists off and with and can switch into a blade

A panel with the MAD DOGS symbol pops out - this can holographically project messages and be used for communication

Bottom part of the cane can turn into a stun gun. AKA: Shocky shocky electric violence <- he'd use this the most

It can also fold/form out into a grappling hook shape — hold down a specific button and aim it like a grappling gun!

Handle can form into a sharper, hooked shape w/ a harder exterior

Twists the handle end a different direction and you get a glass breaking tool

Yes, you can use this cane design for your fanfics/fanart/AUs/etc. (no pr0sh;p content please) but please please please credit me!

TYSM for all the support on my first Leo cane post :)!!

#my art #buwan's art #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt leonardo fanart #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt leo headcanons #part time cane user leo #leonardo headcanons because yeah #rottmnt headcanon art #prop design attempt

[here2bbtstrash]

look down on me like that - 7 (explicit)

genre: slow burn enemies to lovers hatefucking coworkers au, smut (w some eventual angst)

pairing: yoongi x reader

summary: your asshole coworker min yoongi has made it his personal mission to ruin your life.

word count: 8.9k

contains: ~explicit sexual content~ !! alcohol mention, baby goth jungkookie 👀 some appreciation of jimin's ass 🍑 wonho is back !!! reader continues to be goin through it, jimin pulls no punches this chapter he rly said the library is open, could it be..... a.... softer yoongi???, i put some of yoongi's actual achievements as a producer in here (yes that's a warning), suckin' dick and fuckin' in the office yktfv (but make it Riskier™️), inadvisable methods of dealing with presentation anxiety, protected sex, a half-kiss that i fully expect to be screamed at about, some Sad Yoongi Backstory is unlocked (and yes it's real 🥲), and???? feelings??? maybe????????

A/N: ohhhhhh man we're back back again 🫡 i really did not think this chapter was gonna go that hard and then suddenly sdkjgdfljg i don't even know what happened. thank you so much for your patience bc i know it's been a minute 🥺 and i really really hope y'all enjoy and can't wait to hear what you think !!!! 💜 AND I CAN ALREADY TELL YOU Y'ALL AREN'T READY FOR CHAPTER 8...... (i'm not even ready 😩)

ALL MY LOVE TO @haliiimede FOR BETA READING ILY SORRY I FORGOT TO CREDIT YOU THROW ME AWAY

read on AO3!

chapter six | masterlist | chapter eight

~*~

“Jungkook?”

His nose scrunches up a little when he laughs. “Were you expecting someone else?”

“I-I… I just—” You stammer, trying to remember how to make words happen. It feels like your brain is on a five-second delay. “You, uh, look different. Your outfit.”

You’ve interacted with your baby-faced coworker literally hundreds of times at this point, and in that time you’ve become well-accustomed to seeing him in his standard corporate attire, slacks and button-downs, or occasionally changed out for boxing class, muscle tees and sweatpants.

But you have never seen him dressed like this. All black, head-to-toe. His t-shirt and over-shirt are both baggy while somehow still managing to hug tight around his biceps and the solid muscle of his chest. A silver chain dangles from one of the belt loops of his slouchy utility pants, which are in turn tucked into chunky combat boots that easily give him an extra two inches of height. A matching thick silver chain is clasped around his neck, glittering in the dim light of dusk outside your front door.

Jungkook frowns as he looks down at himself, like he doesn’t even recall what he’s wearing. “I always dress like this,” he remarks with a shrug. “Just, not at work.”

“I cannot believe you,” you say, somewhat breathless as your eyes trace down his body and back up.

“What?” He laughs again. “What did I do?”

“First you keep from me that you have dogs, and now I found out you’re goth, too? What else are you hiding, Jeon Jungkook?!”

“I’m not hiding anything! These things never came up!” He sounds so flustered that you can’t help but smile, and you see a clear expression of relief flash over his face as he seems to realize you’re not actually mad.

You shake your head, digging into your purse to retrieve your phone as you brush past him, letting the front door slam shut behind you. “That’s it. Baby Star Candy is dead. You are officially Baby Goth now. Changing your contact name and everything.”

When you turn to look at him over your shoulder, he’s still smiling, still standing dumbfounded on your doorstep.

“Come on, Baby Goth!” You can’t quite suppress the laughter in your voice. “I don’t want to be late!”

As the two of you slip into Jungkook’s car and he starts to pull out of your apartment complex, he glances over at you. ”So, what did you get up to today? I feel like I barely saw you.”

Your gut twists as it all comes rushing back— that mere hours ago Yoongi had you pressed against the door of his office, his hand up your dress, while he went through an entire business conversation with none-the-wiser Jungkook on the other side. And that once Jungkook had left, you’d turned around and practically begged Yoongi to fuck you where you stood, right up against his fucking door. And he had.

Your chest constricts a little at the thought. Sex, in the office, in the middle of the workday. Like an idiot.

You wish you could say you regret it.

Heat rushes to your face, and you fumble for an answer to Jungkook’s question. “I just, uh— today… was a lot.” You hope your smile is more convincing than it feels, and you hope you’re just imagining the way Jungkook’s eyes linger on you for an extra second before his gaze flits back to the road.

“Well,” he thumbs at the volume control on the steering wheel, turning up the radio a couple notches. “Now we get to have fun. Work hard, play hard, right?”

Your nerves start to recede again as you fall into the comfortable routine of time spent with Jungkook. It’s funny to you now that you thought it might be any different to interact with him outside of work.

Apart from the mildly distracting fit of his shirt, Jungkook is exactly the same— wide eyes sparkling in the headlights of passing cars as he babbles on about TikTok, then interrupts himself to sing along to the radio. He only pauses for breath when you interject with directions to the venue, until he’s finally pulling into a parking space and turning the key to kill the engine.

Jungkook gazes up in awe as you have your tickets scanned and lead him into the venue entrance, clearly trying to take it all in. This is one of your favorite places to see Jimin perform, and it’s still overwhelmingly impressive, even though you’ve seen it dozens of times now.

“Wow, this place is really nice. Your friend must be a pretty big deal.”

“Jimin is a huge deal,” you say with a nod and a shrug, used to it. “You’ll understand why when you see him dance… And also when you see his ass.” You giggle a little, unable to help yourself.

Jungkook laughs too, eyebrows lifting off his forehead like he wasn’t expecting that response.

You wave him down a hallway towards the center of the venue. “Come on, Baby Goth, we’re in VIP.”

His brows lift impossibly higher. “What does that mean?”

You shoot him a wink. “It means we drink for free.”

You know the route by heart as you emerge from the hallway and lead Jungkook towards the front, where you flash your tickets again to be let into a section close to the stage.

Jungkook eagerly volunteers to get the first round, and you’re thankful he isn’t gone long. Alone with your thoughts is the last thing you want to be right now— at least not while sober. When he hands you your drink, you lean in to tap the plastic edge of your cup against his in a cheers.

“To working hard and playing hard,” you smirk as you repeat his line back to him, then pause. “Just— please do not share anything I say tonight with anyone at work.”

“I swear,” Jungkook nods, and you can’t help but smile when he holds out the pinky of his free hand. You link yours with his to seal the deal. “I’m good at keeping secrets,” he says earnestly.

“Right, like you kept the secret of Yoongi’s lock code?”

His face immediately reddens. “That was different.” He covers the awkward pause— or maybe you’re just imagining it— when he takes a sip of his drink, then continues. “Did you ever end up using it?”

Your heart drops into your stomach, and you exhale in relief when at that moment, the lights start to dim, and the now filled-in crowd begins to cheer in anticipation. You wave a hand at Jungkook as if to indicate you’ll tell him later, and you pray he won’t remember to bring it up again.

As the dancers take the stage, you lean over to point Jimin out to Jungkook, though you know as soon as he starts moving you won’t have to. Everyone is talented, but there’s something about the way your best friend dances that makes it impossible to watch anyone else. He can nail any style, can convey so much story and emotion through his movements, can execute choreography flawlessly while still doing it in his own unique way.

After the first few songs, you’re both on your feet, and when Jungkook leans toward you to be heard over the music, you’re certain he’s about to gush over how good Jimin is, the way everyone does the first time they see him perform.

“You weren’t kidding about his ass!” He half-shouts instead, and you nearly drop your drink. Jungkook stares openly at Jimin as he moves across the stage, both powerful and graceful. His head tilts slightly to one side. “I mean. Wow.”

The alcohol makes you laugh easily and loud. You have to take a moment to catch your breath before you can respond. “Okay, Jungkook!”

“What?” Jungkook is laughing now, too. “I can appreciate a nice ass, regardless of who it’s attached to!” There’s a pause as you both giggle and catch your breath. “But uh— please don’t share that at work.”

You extend your pinky first this time. “Promise.”

Jungkook smiles as he locks his finger with yours, then drops your hand. The song has ended, so he doesn’t have to talk quite so loud as he continues. “He really is talented, too.”

You nod. “Jimin was a trainee for a few years, but I think he’s a lot happier just dancing like this. It was a lot of pressure.”

Soft synths of the intro to the next song have already started to build, and when the beat kicks in, Jungkook’s eyes go wide, and he looks up with a grin. “Oh shit! I fucking love this song!”

You giggle. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear before.”

He glances at you over the rim of his cup, his smile growing cocky. “Well, you’ve never gotten drunk with me before. The things you miss when you leave happy hour early.”

Your heart sinks a little at the memory, and you’re grateful Jungkook is already lost in his own world, bopping along to the upbeat song, so he doesn’t seem to notice the way your face falls. It’s like Yoongi has left fingerprints all over your life, and no matter what you do, you can’t get rid of them.

You take a long pull of your drink until you hit the bottom.

Jungkook is a welcome distraction to it all. By the final chorus of the song that you now recognize as an EXO cover, he’s fully gotten into it, unable to stand still and launching into some on-the-spot choreography. When he executes a dangerously well-performed body roll, your jaw drops.

“I think you missed your calling,” you shout over the music. “You should’ve been an idol!”

“Yeah?” Jungkook cocks an eyebrow, hips still moving fluidly. “Think I’d be as good as Kai?”

You nod. “Oh yeah. I can see it now.” You gesture as if reading off a magazine headline. “Heartthrob Jeon Jungkook. But they’d call you Baby Star Candy, of course.”

Jungkook smiles at you, striking a final deliberate pose for the last note of the song. “I thought I was Baby Goth now?”

You smirk as you correct him. “Only I’m allowed to call you that. Your army of fangirls will have to get in line.”

It’s like the lack of music backing him up makes him go shy, and you watch the way Jungkook’s cheeks flush, the way his nose scrunches when he laughs and waves the idea away. “I’m good. Think I’ll stick to TikTok.”

You giggle through another two drinks before the show is over, and as the dancers leave with a final wave, you cheer extra loud for Jimin until he glances your way and sticks his tongue out at you. When the house lights come up, you nod for Jungkook to follow you, making your way past more security to the back of the venue to meet Jimin at the stage door.

You can’t help but laugh a little in surprise when you round the corner to see a familiar face amidst the small group already waiting. Wonho is leaning up against the wall, looking hilariously small and nervous for how large his frame is, and clutching a bouquet of roses as red as his hair.

Biting your lip, you wave at him, and he waves back, but neither of you move to say anything else.

You can’t quite shake the embarrassment that comes with being reminded of the night you first met Wonho. Just another set of stupid Yoongi fingerprints.

Jimin emerges from the stage door a few minutes later, unceremoniously dropping the dance bag slung over his arm when his eyes land on Wonho waiting for him.

“Aw, baby!” Jimin pouts in disbelief as he accepts the roses, only to then immediately be swept up into a bridal carry. He squeaks when Wonho effortlessly lifts him off the ground. 

You roll your eyes despite the smile that creeps across your face. “You two are ridiculous.”

Jimin shoots you a sour look. “Can you let me have a whirlwind romance for once in my damn life, please?” He takes Wonho’s face in both hands to kiss him squarely on the mouth.

Jungkook is clearly still processing all of this, radiating ‘confused but happy to be here’ energy as he scoops Jimin’s abandoned dance bag off the floor to carry it over his shoulder.

Jimin sideeyes Jungkook as he pulls away. “And who is this man touching my stuff?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, and he glances at the bag like maybe he should put it back down.

You reach up to smack Jimin on the arm. “Shut up. This is my friend and coworker, Jungkook. Be nice to him.”

“I’m not going to be nice to anyone until I get some fucking food,” Jimin snaps. His toes point as he kicks his feet daintily in Wonho’s arms, a dancer through and through. “Can we go eat now?”

Your first stop is a restaurant near the venue where you order a metric ton of brisket at Jimin’s demand. While Wonho and Jungkook easily destroy most of it between the two of them, your best friend still seems to have enough to improve his mood. It probably helps that Wonho hand-feeds the majority of it to him.

When he’s not gazing adoringly at his boyfriend, Jimin is attempting to communicate with you using solely his eyes, which keep darting over to Jungkook, his brows lifting in a silent question.

You tighten your jaw and do your best to subliminally shake your head without attracting Jungkook’s attention. Thankfully Jungkook doesn’t seem to remember that there’s anything else in the world except his plate of food.

Jimin narrows his gaze at you, his universal signal for “we’ll discuss this later”, and dread floods in the pit of your stomach.

Sure enough, when you finish your meal and move to a table at the bar down the street, Jimin sweetly suggests that Wonho and Jungkook go together to grab the first round of drinks, giving no indication that he has any sort of ulterior motive. They shrug and nod, Jungkook immediately starting to quiz Wonho on his protein intake as they depart.

Jimin pounces as soon as you’re alone again. “I’m sorry, you’re having a sordid office sex affair with a coworker and you’re telling me it’s not this man?!”

You roll your eyes. “No, Jimin.”

Jimin sucks his teeth, clearly unimpressed. “I thought I raised you better than this. I’m about to make him my hot goth girlfriend if you don’t.”

“You literally have a boyfriend.”

His brows pinch together, like he’s confused why that matters. “Wonho would love a third. He can barely keep up with me. But don’t change the subject.” He leans forward, arms folded on the table as he stares you down. “Babygirl, why on earth are you wasting your time fucking a man you don’t like, when you clearly have some very nice alternatives available to you?”

“I’m not doing that anymore,” you scowl. “The correct number of coworkers I should be fucking is zero.” It feels like Jimin’s gaze is drilling right to the depths of your soul, and you press your face into your hands as alcohol loosens your lips and the guilt overflows. “…Even though the actual number of coworkers I fucked today is one.”

“Bitch!” Jimin’s hand smacks loud against the wood grain, enough to make you flinch a little. “You have got to be fucking joking!”

You shake your head silently into your palms.

“At the office?!”

You nod pathetically for a few moments before dropping your arms down on the table with a whine, your forehead quickly following. “I don’t even know what happened. It’s like when I’m around him my brain malfunctions.”

Jimin goes uncharacteristically silent, and when you dare to peek up at him, his lips are pursed slightly as if in thought. “Are you sure you hate him?”

The question makes you sit back up. “What does that mean?”

He shrugs, feigning innocence. “I don’t know, it’s just... if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that kinda sounds like a crush.”

You instantly make a face of disgust. “What?! No. Absolutely not. I know I hate him. He’s a nightmare. He’s cocky and insufferable—”

“So am I,” Jimin interrupts, crossing his arms over his chest. “And you love me.”

You open your mouth to argue back, but he lifts a single finger to quiet you.

“I’m not done.” He pauses, and there’s an immediate sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. “What I see right now—” Jimin gestures in the direction of the bar “—is a fit, handsome, and seemingly very nice man who has spent the whole night looking at you like you put the fucking stars in the sky. And yet here you are, still talking about Suga, like you’ve been doing nonstop for the last month, who apparently has such a hold on you that he can make your panties drop during business hours. Yet I’m supposed to believe you hate him? This math is not mathing, love.”

It’s only when he stops talking that you realize your pulse is racing.

“Jimin,” you breathe. You double-blink, hot all over with a rush of sudden shame, trying to will away the sting at the corners of your eyes. “That’s not fair.”

Jimin’s gaze stays locked on yours as he refuses to back down even an inch. “Answer me this: would you be reacting this way if you really did hate him?”

Your jaw drops in disbelief, but you only get a beat of silence to attempt to process your best friend’s comments before Jungkook is thudding a glass of beer on the table in front of you.

“Sorry that took a second! It’s busy tonight,” Jungkook says brightly as Wonho moves around to the remaining open seat. “What were you guys talking about?”

Jimin fixes Jungkook in a blank stare. “Menstruation,” he replies flatly, not missing a beat.

You cling to your drink for dear life as the conversation continues on around you, and you do your best to smile and nod while you try not to replay Jimin’s words back a million times in your mind. But it’s a losing battle.

As your head spins, you run through the list of things you know to be true. Min Yoongi is your coworker. Min Yoongi is unquestionably an asshole. Min Yoongi has, since your very first day, embarrassed you, belittled you, lied to you, even threatened your job. Min Yoongi has never shown an ounce of evidence that he cares for you in any way. Your eyes flit aimlessly around the room as you try to think. Min Yoongi is—

Your heart drops into your gut. Min Yoongi is sitting at the end of the bar.

It’s not real.

This can’t be real, you tell yourself. It’s just the long, strange day and several drinks you’ve had working together to play tricks on your brain.

You blink hard, willing Yoongi’s face to morph back into that of some stranger, but when you open your eyes again, he’s just as real, exactly the same as before.

Except for the fact that he’s now staring at you.

Yoongi’s mouth goes slack, like he’s coming to the same realization as you— that the two of you have managed to find yourselves in the same place at the same time, completely by chance.

You stand up so fast you nearly knock your drink over. All three heads at the table swivel to look at you, and Jungkook speaks first.

“You okay?”

“Uh, y-yeah, yes,” you stammer unconvincingly. “Just gonna grab another beer.” Your eyes glance back up to search for Yoongi again, but they don’t immediately catch sight of him, and you don’t dare look for too long.

“You still have half of this one left,” Jimin remarks dryly.

Your gaze returns to your drink and you choose the first option that occurs to you: you down the rest in one swig and slam the empty glass on the table. All three pairs of eyes on you go wide.

“I’ll get another one for everyone, be right back!” You grit your teeth in something that you hope approximates a smile, then start to head for the bar, your heart already racing with anticipation.

After a few steps, a hand on the small of your back startles you, enough to make you freeze in place.

When you look over your shoulder, you see it’s Jungkook, also on his feet and right behind you. “Do you want help with the drinks?” He leans into your ear to ask the question, probably to be heard over the din of the bar. Your head is spinning from the rush of alcohol and from getting to your feet so fast. You don’t remember Jungkook smelling this good, or his voice being this low.

You turn to face him to answer and wow, now he’s really close. You sway slightly, a little unsteady on your feet, as your eyes meet his and your face flushes. “Oh, uh— no, I’m okay. But thanks, JK.”

There’s an extra second where neither of you say anything, Jungkook’s hand still pressed to your back, warm against the thin fabric of your dress. Then he nods and turns to head back to the table.

Your brain can hardly hold space for anything else as you spin towards the bar again, trying to catch sight of Yoongi through the crowd of people that only seems to have grown in the last few minutes. You weave through the mass of bodies with a combination of mildly polite apologies and stubborn determination, until you make it all the way up to the bar—

—where there is absolutely no sign of Yoongi. Gone without a trace, the barstool where you swear you just saw him now left empty.

You squeeze your eyes shut and exhale, willing your pulse to return to a normal pace. Maybe it was just your imagination, a trick of the light, a side-effect of an alcohol-dizzy brain and all this overthinking. Maybe you didn’t actually see what you thought you saw. Maybe…

It’s only when your eyes flutter open that you notice it. A nearly full glass of whiskey sitting abandoned on the bar, directly in front of the empty stool.

Before you can even think about why you’re doing it, you’re moving again, now fully shoving your way through the crowd of people until your palms find the glass of the front door and push hard. You stumble out of the bar, the cold night air like a slap to the face as you belatedly realize you left your jacket slung over the back of your chair.

Wrapping your arms around yourself with a shiver, you step out properly onto the sidewalk. Groups of passersby part down the middle to walk around you, and if they shoot you dirty looks, you miss them entirely. Your head whips one way, then the other, looking for— you’re not even sure what. A flash of familiarity, maybe, a glimpse of something, anything. If only just for reassurance that you didn’t make it all up.

Someone calls your name.

You spin around, your pulse thudding in your ears, only to belatedly realize it’s coming from the entrance of the bar, where Jungkook is standing, holding the door half-open as he leans through.

“What are you doing?” He steps out, letting the door fall shut behind him as he crosses to you. You don’t know why something in your gut twists, why you’re suddenly hit with the urge to scream at him. Didn’t you tell him not to follow you?

Jungkook continues when you don’t respond, his brow pinched with concern. “What’s wrong? Why are you out here?”

The question feels impossible to answer. You can’t think straight enough to make sense of any of it— why you went after Yoongi, what you planned to do when you caught up to him, why it even matters to you at all that he was here tonight.

Jimin’s words echo in your skull, deafening.

“I—” you stammer, giving the only answer you can. “I don’t know.”

A gust of cold air makes you shudder hard, and Jungkook’s hands have suddenly closed over yours on your upper arms, dry heat against your icy skin.

“It’s freezing out here,” he murmurs, clearly still confused. He shifts to wrap an arm around you, pulling you into his side, and you don’t fight it. 

Emotional exhaustion takes over, and as you allow Jungkook to lead you back inside, you do your best not to think about anything at all.

~*~

The weekend blinks by far too quickly, and the dread of Monday morning looms over you, all the little moments from Friday stacked like a heavy weight in the pit of your stomach.

You don’t hear from Jimin after Jungkook drops you off that night, and you’re too stubborn to text first, secretly hoping he’ll make the first move and apologize for reading you for filth unprovoked. But considering how busy he’s been with rehearsals leading up to the show, you doubt he and Wonho leave his bedroom all weekend.

Which means that when Monday morning comes, you have to face it alone.

Thankfully, you have no shortage of work to distract yourself with, so you try to keep your head down and focus, flitting between meetings, calls, spreadsheets, emails, paperwork, slide decks. You make polite conversation with Jungkook as always, but you keep it brief. When you take lunch at your desk, you tell yourself it’s just because you’re busy. That’s all.

You work and you work and you desperately try not to think about anything else. Your coworkers slowly start to trickle out as the day wraps up, but you barely pay them any mind, only half-heartedly returning the farewells called over their shoulders as they push through the glass doors.

When you finally sit back, it’s only because your vision is burning from endless screen time. You’re not even sure you’ve remembered to blink. You press your face into your hands to give your weary eyes a break, before glancing at the clock, eyes widening at the realization that it’s already past seven.

A wave of anxiety floods your veins as it occurs to you that you haven’t seen Yoongi leave yet— you would’ve noticed. You set your jaw as you reach for your phone.

Are you still here?

The response is nearly immediate.

Presentation room.

Better than his damn office, you think to yourself, and then two more texts pop up.

Need more time.

A lot more.

Fucking hell.

You shove your chair back and get to your feet, acting on impulse more than anything else. As you storm down the hallway, you will yourself not to be reminded of shoving through the crowded bar and stumbling into the street Friday night. You were just drunk, and surprised. This is different. It has to be.

You bang open the door to the presentation room with enough force to surprise even yourself.

“Now, Yoongi,” you snap.

He’s seated in the chair behind the podium at the front of the room, slouched over his laptop, bottom lip caught between his teeth. Despite your dramatic entrance, he doesn’t so much as glance up.

“Just give me like, ten minutes.” He winces at the screen of his computer. “Maybe twenty.”

You cross your arms in frustration. “Some of us are tired, Yoongi.”

At this, his head snaps up. “Well, some of us got tapped to give a fucking presentation to the visiting overseas team. Tomorrow!”

You take a step back, your eyes widening at his tone. You haven’t heard him genuinely raise his voice like this— not since the argument during your very first team meeting.

“Not like I don’t have shit that I’m supposed to be working on,” he mutters, more to himself than to you, eyes returning to squint at his laptop. You notice now that it’s connected to the screen at the front of the room, and you can see him scrolling through the slides of a presentation, pausing occasionally to add in speaking notes.

You blink, trying to keep up. “Why did they tap you?”

“A great question,” he huffs. “Apparently they’re curious about who the producer with the Grammy nomination is. I’m being asked to do a ‘high-level timeline of my career and accomplishments’. Guess these assholes haven’t heard of Wikipedia.”

“That’s… stupid.”

Yoongi looks up again, his mouth dropping open slightly, like he wasn’t expecting that response. He finally manages to speak as his gaze jumps back down to his slides. “Thank you. That’s what I said. I tried to get out of it, but it appears I am being forced.”

“I didn’t think you could be forced to do anything.”

“You’d be surprised,” he mumbles under his breath, paired with a dry laugh. “I’ve been forced into dealing with your ass, haven’t I?” His eyes don’t move from the screen.

A smirk tugs at the corners of your mouth before you can stop it, and you step further into the space. The room is set up with three large, unnecessarily fancy tables, reclaimed wood, arranged in a U shape facing the podium and screen at the front of the room.

Taking your time, you cross behind the tables and head for the seat furthest away from the podium, dead center. When you get there, rather than pull the chair out, you spin around to sit your ass on the wooden surface, turning in a half-circle so that your legs dangle off the edge, palms flat on either side of you.

You stare Yoongi down from across the room as he continues to fiddle with his laptop. “Let’s hear it, then.” When his eyes find yours, you tilt your head to the side expectantly. “It’s good to practice with an audience. You should be thanking me.”

For a moment, you think he might try to argue with you, but to your surprise, he gets to his feet with a resigned sigh. He presses a button on his laptop, and the presentation goes full-screen, flipping back to the first slide.

His mouth tightens as his fingertips grip the wooden edge of the podium.

“Good morning everyone, my name is Min Yoongi. I’m also known by my producer pseudonym, Suga.” His deep voice is monotone, edged rough like gravel, like there’s nothing he’d rather be doing less.

You fold your arms again, surveying Yoongi carefully as he continues. Your eyes widen in surprise when only a few sentences in, he outright trips over his words, stuttering an impressive amount before he manages to get back on track. His gaze remains at a fixed point on the floor, unmoving, and he speaks like his presentation is one endless sentence, without so much as a pause.

“Stop,” you call from your spot opposite him. The command comes out louder than you expect.

Yoongi’s head snaps up again, but to his credit, he stops talking.

“Start over,” you say simply. “Remember to breathe this time.”

Yoongi blinks once, twice, then silently taps through his slides to the beginning. You hear him take a tentative inhale before he starts. “Good morning everyone, my name is Min Yoongi.”

He takes it slower this time, getting past where you stopped him before, until a moment where he falls silent. You see his face twist slightly as color blooms in the apples of his cheeks. “Uh, shit. I forgot what my next thing was. Fuck, hang on.” He fumbles with the trackpad of his laptop, and you huff a laugh of disbelief.

“Oh my god.” You can’t quite manage to bite back your smile. “You do have a weakness.”

“I just hate presentations,” Yoongi sighs, his mouth pulling up into a flat line. “The whole point of being a producer is that I can stay in my studio and not have to deal with people.”

Your fingers tap against the edge of the table, intrigued. You’ve never seen him like this before. “You just need to fucking relax, Yoongi.”

“You say that like that’s something I know how to do,” he mutters, so low you wonder if you were supposed to hear it.

You’re on your feet and crossing the room before you can second-guess the thought. Yoongi glances up with a face that reads mild confusion, and the expression only deepens when you place both hands on his chest and firmly shove him. As he’s clearly not expecting it, it’s enough of a push to knock him off-balance, and he has to take a few steps back to steady himself.

“What are y—” The question dies in Yoongi’s throat as you sink to your knees in front of him. He’s moved just slightly out of reach, and you gaze up at him through your lashes and beckon him towards you with a single finger.

He steps forward as if drawn in, like a moth to a flame.

If there’s a part of you that tells you to pause and think about this before you do it, you can’t hear it over the deafening silence in the room. And the last thing you want to do right now is think.

Close enough to touch now, you flatten your palms to slide up the smooth fabric of Yoongi’s joggers, teasing your fingers over the waistband when you get there. You glance at him again, half expecting him to tell you to stop, but his only response is the jerk of his adam's apple in a hard swallow.

A thrill runs through you at the idea of doing this here, perfectly hidden behind the podium.

“Start from the beginning again,” you instruct, your voice low and even. “If you can do it like this, you can do it tomorrow.”

A muscle in Yoongi’s jaw jumps, and he nods almost imperceptibly. You don’t move an inch until he inhales and starts over. His voice isn’t quite as steady this time. “Good morning everyone, my name is Min Yoongi.”

With a self-satisfied smirk, you hook your fingers under both his joggers and boxers at once and firmly push them down. His dick has only barely started to harden, which makes sense, given his nerves and your wholly unexpected ambush.

The thought of feeling his cock grow in your mouth, get heavy on your tongue, makes arousal start to pool in your gut.

He’s still talking, hasn’t even stumbled once yet, so you reward him with a finger curled under the head of his dick, lifting it up to be flush with his stomach. You take your time as you drag your tongue up his exposed shaft, laid flat against the prominent veins there. When you reach the tip, you shift to grip him at the base so you can kitten lick at his frenulum, purposefully teasing.

Yoongi just barely manages to disguise his groan as a cough, and you pull back, smirking a little. “What was that?”

He exhales, clearly trying to regain focus as he continues where he left off. “I have over 100 KOMCA credits as a songwriter and producer.” You hum approvingly and take him into your mouth. 

As you hollow your cheeks and begin to suck, you can feel the way he swells to stretch you, pulsing warm, and it only encourages you. Your hands move to grip at his thighs, and when you take him deeper, head bobbing steadily, you taste the salt of his precum as he starts to drip.

You let your tongue loll out past your bottom lip to lap further down his shaft, and this time there’s no questioning the sound he makes: a distinct, breathy whimper. It’s enough to coax a wicked smile out of you, and you have to pull off his cock briefly to keep from gagging. You pause to admire the way it shines, glossed wet with your drool.

Your lips chase after him almost immediately, sucking just the tip in, and you swirl your tongue over it in lazy, sloppy circles.

Yoongi is clearly struggling to keep his composure now. “I was the first— oh, fuck.” He cuts himself off with a proper moan when you take him down as far as you can without warning. He hits the back of your throat and you keep him there, forcing yourself to swallow, your throat spasming around his length as you choke on it.

He tries again. “The f-first artist to win MAMA's 'Best Collaboration' award— m-multiple times.”

You finally pull off to gasp for air, a few strings of spit still connecting his now leaking-hard cock to your lips. Yoongi makes another soft noise at the loss, and you gaze up at him as you pant, reveling in the look of near-distress on his face.

“Finish the presentation,” you purr, your voice slightly hoarse from having just shoved his cock down your throat.

Yoongi’s eyes squeeze shut as he continues, and you lean forward, taking him into your mouth again tongue-first. You waste no time sucking him back into the tight clutch of your throat, and your fingertips dig bruises into the skin of his thighs to keep him from bucking his hips up.

You refuse to relinquish control. Not yet.

His hands cup the back of your head like he’s clinging on for dear life as he keeps trying to get the words out. “T-the collaboration netted me my first fuck—ing Grammy nomination. I— nnh— look forward to attending the ceremony in person next week, and I— I-I feel confident about our chances for success. Shit.” 

With this, you realize that he’s made it all the way through his talking points, and you pull off his dick with a wet pop.

“There,” you smirk, pausing to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand before getting to your feet again. The steady pulse between your legs is hard to ignore. “Was that so hard?”

“God dammit,” Yoongi’s voice is heady and dark as he steps in to close the distance between you. “I need to fuck you.”

You quirk an eyebrow, a little surprised by the bold statement. “Need?”

There’s a flash of something in his eyes that makes your cunt clench. “Get on the fucking table.”

Even as you follow his order, you can’t shake the feeling of still being in control, nor the smug satisfaction earned from making this man come undone so very easily. You hike your dress up slightly before perching on the table closest to the front of the room, your teeth raking over your bottom lip in anticipation.

Yoongi’s already standing in front of you, and his hands slide under your hips to firmly drag your ass to the edge of the table. In two swift movements he shoves your dress further up your thighs, then hooks his fingers under the lace of your panties and pulls them down, tugging them off one ankle entirely and leaving them to dangle from the other.

It’s only when your legs drop open that his hurried pace slows. He pauses, with a soft hum.

You inhale sharply when he lifts a hand up to brush over you. His fingers press against your folds in a V shape, teasingly pulling your pussy lips apart. Just the small motion is already enough to earn him a slick noise.

“Or,” he murmurs, “maybe I should repay the favor?”

Your chest constricts at the thought when you realize what he means. Going down on you, here, in a conference room, where anyone could technically walk in and see. It’s after hours, but you didn’t lock the front door— it’s not unheard of for someone to forget something at the office and double-back for it. It feels too luxurious, too dangerous. In more ways than one.

“We don’t have time, Yoongi.” Your hands fist in his shirt to pull him closer, and he steps in between your spread legs. “Just fuck me.”

The look on his face makes you wonder if you’re missing out. “Suit yourself.”

He fumbles into the pocket of his still pushed-down joggers to retrieve his wallet and fish out the condom tucked inside. A shiver runs up your spine as he tears it open and rolls it over his length.

Yoongi glances up at you when it’s all the way on, one hand pressing into the table behind you for leverage as he uses the other to line himself up with your entrance. It’s only now that you realize how very close to you he is. You’ve never done this face-to-face before.

With no prep, the stretch of him is nearly overwhelming when he pushes in, and you gasp. Yoongi stops when you do, only the very tip of him nudged inside of you.

“Hurts?”

“Not in the bad way,” you murmur, and he pushes in a little further, slow enough that you can feel every inch of him working your pussy open. Your fingers grip the edge of the table and dig in hard as you whimper at the sensation.

“That’s it, fuck.” Yoongi gives a grunt of effort as you take the last of him, until he’s pressed in to the hilt, your cunt clenched tight around him, your walls already fluttering softly from the pressure. You’re both breathing heavy as his hips momentarily still.

It takes you by surprise when his hand shifts to grab your jaw, tilting your gaze up to meet his. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip as he surveys you for a moment.

“Say it again,” he murmurs.

You swallow hard. “Fuck me.”

With the hint of a smirk, he starts to move. He rolls his hips to drag his cock nearly all the way out, then fucks it in again in one heavy stroke, angled perfectly to hit your g-spot. Your eyes roll back in your head.

“God, Yoongi,” you whine when he does it again, and again. “We— nnh, we shouldn’t be doing this.”

The hand on your jaw grips tighter. “Not even a lock on the door. Anyone could walk in and see.” Your cunt throbs at the low growl of his voice. “Do you want to stop?”

“N-no,” you groan as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, enough to make you dizzy. His hand slides down to splay broad over the column of your throat. “Please don’t fucking stop.” 

“Yeah?” He grunts, dark and raw, his grip tightening slightly. “Want it that bad?”

Your legs hook around his hips to urge him deeper, harder. “Need it.” Your voice is hardly more than a whisper from the pressure of his hand. You blink up at him, your eyes searching his— for what, you’re not sure.

“Need,” Yoongi breathes a laugh, more air than sound. “Makes two of us.”

Desperate for an anchor, you reach up and wrap your arms over his shoulders to pull him into you. Your mind is reeling with the adrenaline rush of doing something so reckless, and you press your bodies together until your noses bump with every stroke of his cock fucking into you. His parted lips are so close to yours now, you swear you can feel electricity sparking in the barely-there space between.

You feel like a live wire, like every sensation is amplified a thousandfold. Yoongi releases his grip on your throat to slip the same hand between his hips and yours, and his fingers circling your clit are enough to send you over the edge, fast.

“Yoongi,” you gasp into his mouth, your hands clawing at his shoulders as the pleasure builds until it’s too much, and your thighs start to shake. “Just like that, oh fuck, Yoongi, I-I’m gonna—”

“Come.” His lips brush against yours when he says it, a touch so light it could’ve been an accident.

You throw your head back with a strangled sob as your orgasm rips through you, and he leans into you, forehead dropping down against your collarbone, clearly close behind.

“God,” Yoongi groans hoarsely as his hips start to rut even faster. You’re so lost in pleasure, you can barely process that he’s speaking. “What are you doing to me?”

It only takes a few more thrusts and then he’s coming too, your cunt still spasming around him, both of his palms pressing flat to the table behind you as his voice breaks on a wordless rough-edged gasp.

You stay pressed into one another as you come down from the high together, all flushed skin and shaky breaths. Yoongi shifts first, lifting his head off your shoulder, and you take the cue to unwrap your arms from around his neck. It’s a slow, strained untangling, his spent cock starting to soften inside of you.

“Alright,” Yoongi still sounds breathless as he pulls out, and when he steps away, you reach down to tug your underwear back up over your hips.

Your saving grace is a box of tissues at the podium, and Yoongi makes short work of peeling the condom off, wrapping it in as many layers of tissues as he can before tucking it into the conference room trash can with a grimace. He uses a few more to clean himself up, then exhales a stream of air as he pulls his boxers and joggers back up.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

When you make it back to your desk, you pack your things up in a mindless haze. It’s only a minute or so after you finish that Yoongi emerges from his lab, and you follow after him out the glass front doors, neither of you speaking as you lock them from the outside.

The elevator ride down to the lobby is equally silent, until you step out and see gray-black stormy skies and a steady downpour of rain through the glass walls of the atrium.

“Shit,” you groan.

“Allergic to water?” Yoongi’s smug voice over your shoulder immediately makes your jaw clench.

“Shut up,” you snap. “I didn’t bring an umbrella, and the bus stop is a few blocks from my apartment. I’m gonna fucking drown.” Not that you care, you tack on silently.

“You take the bus?”

At this, you whip around to glare at him. “We’re not all millionaire music producers, you know.”

He shrugs, like you’re not wrong. “I can give you a ride. My car’s in the garage.”

Your eyebrows nearly shoot off your forehead, but Yoongi is already crossing to the elevator bank on the other side of the lobby. He presses the button, then looks back at you nonchalantly, like he’s just offered the most normal thing in the world.

Which, maybe it would be, under different circumstances. But there is absolutely nothing normal about your relationship with Min Yoongi.

As if to make the decision for you, a clap of thunder rumbles outside, so loud it feels like the building rattles. You swallow the last bit of dignity you have as you follow Yoongi into the garage elevator. Once the doors close, you can’t help but shoot him a look out of the corner of your eye, but his gaze is fixed on the indicator, watching the numbers tick down as you descend.

“Why are you being nice to me?” Your voice comes out harsher than you mean it to, and Yoongi turns his head to look at you, one eyebrow slightly raised.

“What does that mean?”

“Driving me home? We don’t do this.” You cross your arms over your chest, indignant. “As soon as the sex is done, you don’t want anything to do with me.”

You’re surprised when he laughs a little. “That’s funny.”

You narrow your eyes. “What’s funny?”

He stares at you pointedly, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek for a moment before he continues. “You say that, but if memory serves, you’re the one who keeps running away after.”

You open your mouth to respond, then close it, unsure of what to say. He’s not exactly wrong. Finally it comes back to you. “That’s not true. I saw you, on Friday, and I know you saw me. You left so fast you didn’t even finish your drink.”

Yoongi’s face scrunches up in a slight wince, like he’d rather not recall the moment.

“Yeah, well. That was different. I was trying to respect your privacy. Let you go on your date in peace.” He smirks slightly. “Though I guess it can’t have gone that well.”

You roll your eyes, your patience really starting to thin. “Jungkook and I are just friends, Yoongi.”

“Okay,” he says flatly. “In any case, I certainly didn’t plan to show up and ruin your night or anything. Just an unfortunate cosmic coincidence.”

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth for a second. “We seem to have a lot of those.”

“Yeah,” Yoongi sighs. “We do.”

The elevator doors slide open, and you lapse into silence again as you follow Yoongi to his car and slip into the passenger seat. After you give him your address and he plugs it into the GPS, there’s no sound at all other than the fall of rain and the swipe of his windshield wipers once you pull out of the garage.

You worry at your bottom lip until the words bubble up. “You don’t listen to music?”

Yoongi’s eyes flit from the road over to you for just a second, like he wasn’t expecting the question. “Uh, I— no, not really. I do that all day. I don’t mind the silence.” You take that as your cue to fall quiet. To your surprise, he keeps talking.

“You know, when I was a teenager, I had a part-time job at a music studio in Daegu.” He squints out the rainy windshield, like he’s recalling the memory. “I started making my own beats there, and I learned a lot of stuff that fueled my drive to be a producer.”

He glances at you again, and you nod, unsure where this is going.

“But, uh—” He huffs a laugh, like he’s embarrassed. “They didn’t pay me. Just kinda how things were back then, and I was too young to know better.” Stopped at a light now, Yoongi drums his fingers over the steering wheel. “I remember there were a lot of nights where I couldn’t afford both food and the bus ride home. If I wanted to eat, that meant a two hour walk home.”

Your jaw drops. “Jesus.”

Yoongi’s mouth presses into a flat line. “Yeah. Wasn’t easy.” There’s a heavy silence, and then he shrugs. “Anyway. Just made me think of it, when you said you take the bus. I haven’t thought about that in a long time.”

“Wow.”

The light changes color and he eases off the brake. You think maybe that’s all you’ll get, and then he nods. “It’s almost like I forget sometimes. That life isn’t still like that. It still feels like it could all get pulled out from under me any second.”

You hum as you take in his words. “And… that’s why you don’t know how to relax?”

The corner of his mouth turns up a little. “Pretty much.”

You can’t suppress the soft laugh that slips out, so you look out the passenger window, letting the sound flutter out to the rain-streaked glass. “Your villain origin story.”

When you glance back at him, a smile has stretched over the whole of Yoongi’s face, though his gaze is still fixed on the road. “Spoken like somebody who wants to walk home.”

There’s a gentle buzzing in your brain, and you wonder if it’s just a post-orgasm high. “Nice try, Min Yoongi,” you tease. “You don’t scare me anymore. I know you’re all empty threats now.”

His eyes flash, and in that moment his expression goes somewhere you can’t quite follow.

“Maybe so.”

The conversation lulls again, and you watch the rain fall fast and heavy on the car windshield, fat droplets scattered aside over and over by the relentless wiper blades.

Try as you might to not think about it, you can’t help but be hyper-aware of Yoongi sitting next to you. He drives one-handed, like it’s easy, his free arm resting on the center console between you. You can see the prominent veins of his hand in clear detail each time the car slips under the glow of a streetlight. Close enough to touch, if you wanted.

The silence has you counting your inhales. It occurs to you that this is the most time you’ve spent in such close proximity to Yoongi where you weren’t actively having sex. You don’t know what to make of it.

He turns into your apartment complex, pulling to a stop in front of your building when you point it out to him. You automatically reach for the door handle, then pause and turn back to look at him, figuring you should say something. “Uh, thanks. For the ride.”

Yoongi smirks. “Thanks for the public speaking lesson.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling a little despite yourself. “I guess we’ll see tomorrow if it worked or not.”

“Guess so.”

There’s a pause, and your heart squeezes into your throat. You don’t know why it feels like you’re waiting for something to happen.

That thought alone is enough to spur you into action, and you quickly avert your gaze from Yoongi’s face. “Have a good night,” you murmur as you fumble open the door, grab your purse, and slip out of the car without waiting for a response.

As you climb the stairs to your apartment and hear the slick of Yoongi’s tires turning out of the complex, you can’t help but wonder if this counts as running away, too.

chapter six | masterlist | chapter eight

#yoongi smut #yoongi angst #yoongi x reader #bts fanfic #bts x reader #look down on me like that

[kopitaniss]

Kopitanis is in touch.

I continue to talk about the characters of Detective!AU based on the game DmC: Devil may cry. And it was Dante's turn.

Dante is a 24-year-old guy, the king of underground fights, a master of hand-to-hand combat. He gathered his own gang of thugs called the Nephilim. They take orders for murders, robberies, thefts, in general, everything that may be associated with illegal activities.

Due to his explosive nature and deadly fighting style, Dante earned the nickname "Mad Dog". But he himself does not like being called that, considering it too pretentious.

He is in love with Kat, which Virgil does not approve of. Because of this, they cannot find a common language in any way. It’s true that this doesn’t bother the girl herself. She is trying to reconcile the two guys, but so far to no avail.

Data:

•Dante doesn't like cats.

•Loves black tea (though he likes alcohol most of all)

•Smokes even more than Virgil

•He has two personalized pistols, which he does not part with. Ebony and Ivory. They are the most valuable thing a guy has.

#art #dmc #dmc devil may cry #devil may cry #dmc reboot #dmc fanart #dmc devil may cry dante #dmc dante #dmc au #dmc detective au #dmc reboot detective au #dmc reboot detective au dante #dmc art #dmc reboot art

[orderly-anon]

//MADNESS COMBAT VR BUT THE AI IS SELF AWARE\\

MADNESS COMBAT SELF AWARE AU

Prescription: Chapter Two

Side Affects: Canon-typical violence

Doctor's Notes: This is literally just HLVR:AI but with MADNESS: PROJECT NEXUS

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Your view of the game returned to you as you said your (temporary) goodbye to chat. You looked at the wreckage of the truck, then at Sanford and Deimos. "Y'all okay?"

Sanford gave you a look. "Since when did you care, man?" He scowled meanly and took out a medkit before lifting Deimos's shirt to check for any injuries.

"I-I'm sorry," You murmured.

Deimos wheezed and tried to sit up. "Lighten up, 'Ford! Hanky's been in a good mood lately, don't wanna ruin it! 'Sides, I'm fine!" He coughed loudly. "Still in one piece!"

Sanford rolled his eyes. "Be a good mercenary and scout up ahead, will ya?"

"Yeah, sure thing Sanny." You could practically hear the surprise as Sanford heard the nickname. You chuckled and walked away, eager to get this one-grunt show on the road.

As you wandered forward, you heard the distinct voice of a bandit. Oh, this'll be fun. You snuck up behind one of the pair and snapped his neck quickly, then beat the other to death. You whistled softly. "Fun."

Spotting a few more up ahead, you raced forwards and got to work beating the shit outta them, laughing happily. "It's like a stress toy, or a dog toy! You hit it and it makes a funny noise!" You giggled at the joke.

You made your way down the street, obtaining your first weapon: A pipe. You chuckled, weighing it in your hands. "Things are gettin' groovy."

Noticing a few bandits emerging from a building, you ran up and swung your pipe. "The fuck wazzat for, twink?" You giggled at his remark as you beat him to death. You didn't know these guys could curse!

Finishing up, you noticed there was one more bandit. Going towards her, you noticed something odd- she didn't seem to want to fight. If anything, she seemed scared. Huh. I wonder if I can add her to the team.

You whistled at her in the same way you might whistle to a dog. "C'mere," you called. Terrified, she skittered over. You chuckled. "What's your name?"

"S-S-Skunk," she stuttered out.

You raised a brow. "Skunk, huh? You uh, wanna come with?"

Skunk looked at you with confused fear. "You don't wanna hurt me?"

You chuckled. "Eh, that remains to be seen." You smirked at her expression of terror. "Kidding, I'm not gonna hurt you." You patted her head, and she squeaked. "Come on."

#madness combat x reader #yandere madness combat #madcom #madness combat #madness combat but the ai is self aware #madcom deimos #madcom sanford #madcom hank

[wixelt]

Ideas spinning in my head and they're all about Pearl

So it's implied by Pix and seemingly confirmed when she receives the memories that Pearl is the mortal incarnation of the apotheosizied Farming Queen Pearl, Santa Perla

Saint Pearl is worshipped in farming aspects as well as as the moon goddess (I headcannon that tying into her sunflower symbology in depicting the moon and its phases as a sunflower tracking the sun across the sky) and possibly as a combat goddess considering how much she enjoys it.

Pearl was unaffected by the continuous nights without sleep as the moon encroached in S8 (it would be strange for the simulation to account for that but it did happen) and in last life, as her mental state slipped, she seemed to bring death wherever she went, possibly reflecting a synchronicity in domains meaning that Santa Perla is viewed as a reaper of life, with a particular fondness for the slain as they make excellent sparring partners.

She also referred to her dogs as 'dogs of war' and with the combination of moon and wolf imagery and battle madness paints the picture of Pearl being very few steps from becoming a werewolf

Technically, as often the further back you go the transformation had mostly to do with an animal sacrificed or bonded to (at the earliest, both) she would be a hybeena shifter durring her time feral in the Amphibian wilderness

Always fun to have a bit of Pearl thought. :P

As Hermit!Pearl being the reincarnation of E1!Pearl - or at least of her mortal self - & all that entails is canon now, that's absolutely a thing in the AU. This - barring dimensional time shenanigans, puts Grian & Pearl's current ages in the sub-1,000 years category.

Them being younger than Andrias won't change things, though.

So if our Pearl is the reborn form of Santa Perla/Saint Pearl - the farming/moon/combat goddess (I like your headcanons, here), does that mean she gets bad vibes whenever she looks at Amphibia's moon? Nothing she can quite place due to limited access to divine power, but as she has her past life memories she might recognize it as divine intuition.

Also, though the idea of Pearl as a reaper goddess - or the mortal incarnation of one - has its whole own set of implications, it draws to mind the Amphibia AU where Anne's literally the Grim Reaper. More than one character mistaken for an "angel of death", at least.

But the point that got my attention the most was Werewolf!Pearl.

Maybe it wasn't a thing before - Grian would've known - but cut off from any divine spark & left to go feral for literal months... Were-hybeena!Pearl isn't too outside the realm of possibility, given player tendency to adapt to new surroudings ("skin changes").

It'd make for an interesting episode, i'd think. Whether it remains after Pearl's brought to her senses is another question entirely.

#hermitphibia au #hermitcraft #hermitblr #hermitcraft au #amphibia au #amphibia #pearlescentmoon #grian

[comfysofti]

Another night, another rambling about characters in my madness combat au, weee

Today I'm talking about 2BDamned, because

Man

Did i made him suffer

He's geniuenly one of the most tragic(or at least one of the most traumatised) characters in my au, if you really go deep with analysing him

(part 4 out of 20-something(probably) parts of me talking about characters in my madness combat au)

A little quote that i like to use for him: if you pick up a stray, will it actually love you? Will it actually obey you? Even if you give it home, food, anything it desires? It won't, if you "rule it" with a fiery, iron grip

2BDamned was one of those unfortunate folks who got forced to join Auditors and Phobos' organisation because of their lack of staff (which definitely didn't occurred because they were using staff that they deemed useless as subjects in inhumane experiments, nope)

He quickly, however became his bosses "favourite" and became a lead scientist in the hybrid project that they're running. And with him becoming their favourite, in less than a month, getting the highest position a scientist can get in a few weeks, he got some, "weird looks" to say the least. Some people were just jealous of him, and thought that all this was unfair, others were actually impressed by this, and thought he deserves his position, some people didn't had an opinion on the situation

But, either way, with the amount of bonuses that he got from being a favourite, he also got a lot of. Minuses. Downsides. Really. Really. Bad ones. He got such huge position because he was very important for the hybrid project, and with the amount of things he knew, nor Auditor nor Phobos wanted him to ever leave. After all, why let leave someone so valuable? So easily usable and broken? It didn't dawned on 2B how doomed he was until it was too late

At first, he had to witness his friends became subjects to those inhumane experiments. Which he leads, hence him being lead scientist/medic of the team that handles it. Not counting him witnessing thousands if not more people die and suffer daily because of those experiments

But this is not the worst part. Auditor and Phobos are the worst part of it all. After seeing how valuable 2B actually is, they decided they won't let him leave them, no matter what. Even if it meant, like, breaking his bones a few times! Or maybe even driving him insane! You know... To teach him a lesson that he can't leave them, and all questions about permanent leave will lead to him getting injured, almost killed even. But 2B doesn't want to be this dog at their side. But he can't leave and he knows it. It was scaring him. Being monitored by his bosses almost 25/8, feeling constantly alone and scared, terrified to even breathe in their presence

At some point, he thought that maybe death will safe him. It's gentle embrace and darkness, will finally safe him. But after almost 20 unsuccessful attempts to end his existence(its a miracle he was safed all those times), he realised that death won't safe him from them. They can always revive him, and fuck around with his brain, so he'll be this "obedient lapdog" that they want him to be. This realisation hit him like a train at full speed

Is he broken? Totally broken in sense of his sanity? Yes. But he hides it. His mask and cold tone help to hide it. Help to hide the fear. This chill that always runs down his body. Everyday he goes to work, or even wakes up

Being a favourite isn't always nice. Even if it looks like it is

Again, his friends, everyone that was close to him, suffered and nearly died in inhumane experiments, and he couldn't do anything about it. He loathes himself for not doing anything to help them, although he couldn't do anything either way. His self hatred filled with all the abuse, manipulation and gaslighting he experiences at work from his bosses will eventually break him completely

In bad timeline it did. He got the death he wanted but as predicted he was just revived and turned into "obedient puppet"

In insanity timeline, he became a subject as well. A lamb, weak sheep(literally), unable to walk. Left to suffer and die alone, in pain, with countless minutes to reflect and loathe himself for all he did to those poor people who died and suffered, the same way he does now

2BDamned is supposed to suffer. In all timelines. Not just because of Auditor and Phobos but also because of his guilt. Because of his blindness to obvious exits when they're present. He had countless chances to leave, but always ignored them. Perhaps if he didn't ignored at least one of them, at the very beginning of all this, perhaps he would've had a chance to have a relatively normal life

Well, that's all about him <:33

Don't have anything to add, unless someone has questions, so ya know, feel free to ask them, if you have any!!!

Thanks for reading, and off to sleep i go!

#madness combat #2bdamned #Vee's madcom au rambling #a1110 archived project au #if you couldn't tell i like making very tragic and traumatised characters #but hey it's madness combat au what do you expect

[cook1emadness]

You know what imma add s/o has a owner because I'm bored also the mpn2 player is your dog in this one

OWNER!S/o and Dog!Player

Starting. . .

Now

So you are an owner of a dog name player, you may not own the main 4 but you do know the person that owns them

You adopted player after one of your family members that pass away and that member givlfted you their dog aka player, you and player didn't get along at first but after being together for like two years, player became your best friend... well that sassy ass friend... unless your the sassy friend, anyway.

You aren't a terrible owner just inexperience, you had many owners giving you tips and different ways to befriend player

Ok so its time for the main 4 relationship with you.

Ok so deimos likes you, and screams to get your attention, and will want your affection, he's definitely not trying to make player jealous.

Sanford is likely to be your personal therapist, and a good boy, both player and Sanford get along but won't play much, depending if you prefer player to be small dog.

2bdamned and you are neutral, he doesn't go near you or acknowledge you, but for some reason he likes to be near player, doesn't matter what dog they are, 2bdamned seems to like player than you.

On now you and have a complicated relationship because goof lord you love(platonic) him and hate him.

If your prefer player to be a small dog, keep player away from him, because hank would not hesitate to rip players head off.

but if you prefer player to be a big dog then, you still gotta keep player away, but player would be able to fight back for a short time, since player never fought much like hank.

You had to take player to the vet after hank bit players leg, but hank also had to go to the vet since player also bit his leg.

Never put them together

You never took player ever again since you think hank might do it again.

Player is basically your dream dog if want to know players dog breed.

Player is semi playful but serious like 2bdamned, but when around Sanford and deimos, player becomes playful.

Hank and player don't get along for some reason, but I guess it because both are always grumpy or... they met before.... anyway.

Player always gets into trouble, but not on purpose, as if they got the worst luck.

If you also own a cat, player and that cat would be unstoppable... well except when you do the spspspspsp

Player is the type of dog to give you a bombastic side eye, if you mimic their bark or just bark at them out nowhere.

#dogness combat lol #madness combat #madness combat dog au #madness project nexus #madcom #madness combat project nexus #madness combat player #madness combat x reader #hank j wimbleton x reader #deimos x reader #mpn2 #sanford x reader #2bdamned x reader #doc x reader #owner!reader #pet!player #dog!player

[fallenasleepyetagain]

Stowaway - Dream x Blue

Dreamswap Fanfic

Media: UTMV/UTAU - Dreamswap

Genres: Pirate AU, romance, slow burn? technically?, flirting, ambiguous ending/up for interpretation

Characters: Dream von Licht, Blue Lebeau, Ink (she/her), Finch, Champion, other characters who are vaguely mentioned, & extras

Pairing(s): Blue/Dream

CW/TW: Near death experience, intense storm, mentions of combat, drunkenness, sickness, and other piracy related things.

Other Notes: This fanfic was inspired by a drawing by @foxxism back in (checks watch) April! It took me a bit to complete it but better late then never right lol?

This is THE longest fic I have written and hoo boy did it take forever to finish. Reblogs are welcomed, even if you don’t read it all.

Word Count: 9050

Dream walked across the length of his ship, The Radiance. The Radiance was a large, intimidating ship that he had liberated from a pirate captain. It was a dark, rich brown wood, accented with golden metal and two cherubs at the bow and the stern of the boat. It was huge, he could probably fit at least five more people onto it without feeling cramped. It was difficult to find sailors who were willing to go against both piracy and the navy, but those he did find were absolutely incredible. Dream was an ambitious man, and his eyes were set on a large battalion of ships, all under his order. Fighting for what was right. 

All the way from the bow to the stern, he walked, making sure everyone was in order. Finch was at the helm with Dream’s dog, Champion, keeping the crew on course. Ink was up in the crows nest, most likely doing not what she was supposed to be, but Dream couldn’t be too mad at her. He wouldn’t cast her out either, he was not a pirate. He would never abandon a crew member, despite how irascible they could be. Ink didn’t directly work under Dream, however. She was a bounty hunter that simply decided that she wanted to tag along with Dream and his group. Dream didn’t mind, she was incredible at tracking down and stopping those who went against the law. She was nice to have around, even with her apathetic and sarcastic personality.

Today was an odd day. Although, not as unusual when on the sea. Normally, he’d be the one driving the ship and Finch would be down in the berth, doing his best to read the many maps that Dream had collected over the years. Dream had yet to find a cartographer, or someone of the sort, to be on his ship and his map reading skills were…minimal. At best. But he and Finch worked with what they had and it hadn’t steered them wrong yet. 

The mental list he had for all the things he had to do before nighttime was long, and it was a miracle that he remembered to do it all. He had already completed a few of the things he had to do, which helped ease his anxiety a tad, since it lessened the load he had on his shoulders. For now, at least. He’d have to do it all again tomorrow, but that was the life of a captain and he accepted full responsibilities for it. He had made sure everything was in working order, sails were catching air, Champion was fed (he usually got the scraps of last night’s dinner for his morning meal), and everyone was where they were supposed to be. He also made sure to take a good look at every member of his crew for signs of sickness. Two people had already been sent to the infirmary on the ship for scurvy and were currently being treated. Dream mentally cursed himself, how could he let that happen?! Scurvy was treatable, and there was a likely chance that the members that got sick would survive, but Dream couldn’t believe he missed it.

Never again. Dream would make sure of it. 

He would never allow another member of his crew to get this sick again. Which is why he went around, taking a good look at everyone. He was looking for flushed cheeks, excessive sweating, signs of fatigue, anything that alluded to his crew being under the weather. Much to his relief, no one seemed sick, he couldn’t lose any more sailors. That allowed him to mentally check that box off. The next step was to check the cargo, to make sure he had enough food to make it to the next port without needing to make an emergency pitstop or catch fish. He had the means to do those things, but that took a lot more work, and sometimes they would have to go off course to do so. And without a good navigator, it was counterproductive to Dream’s mission and his goals.

He walked down into the hull of the ship, where everything was stored. It was dark down there, so he stopped at his quarters and grabbed a lamp before walking down. The hull of the ship was dark and cold, it was slightly moist and smelt of salt water. He walked down into the hull, holding the lantern in front of his face, his other hand resting on his sword, in case any animals decided to go on a joyride in the middle of the ocean.

Every crate was carefully examined by him. He made sure that all of the crates holding the gunpowder, cannonballs, and other tools used in weaponry were secure and tightly shut. Bad things would happen if they weren’t. He then checked the spare clothes and miscellaneous fabrics crates, making sure no rats or large infestations of bugs got in them. No point in keeping spare clothes if you had to beat bugs out of them. They were used in case of torn clothes from either working or combat, as well as a last resort to keep wounds closed. It had been opened, but he made sure to tightly shut it. He was certain that Ink was the one who snuck down here in the middle of the night to grab something. The guy was erratic like that. He then went over to where all of the medical supplies were. There wasn’t a lot of it, and that made Dream’s stomach drop.

Dream hoped that there were no pirates or navy on their path, as he wasn’t sure if he could patch everyone up if they lost. Dream shut it tight, making a mental note to buy more at the next stop. They wouldn’t have to make an emergency stop, not at the moment, so they could keep on their current course. He exhaled, feeling his eyelids droop. He shook his head and made another mental note to make himself some coffee. Assuming there was some left, he didn’t want to drink-

As the ship moved, the rum bottles shook in their crates, a reminder of what was drunk most on this ship. Dream exhaled as he walked over to it, swaying with the waves. There were about five crates, full of various sizes of containers with rum inside them. Rum was used for just about everything out here. Drinking, cleaning out wounds, you name it. Dream would never touch the stuff, unless necessary. His crew needed a leader, someone to follow. Not some drunkard captain.

He checked it, made sure it was secure, just as he did with the others. He was hesitant, a small voice in his head telling him to leave it loose. If it got loose then the glasses would break, and there wouldn’t be rum to drink. But he couldn’t do that, he wouldn’t impose his values on his crew. If they wanted to drink rum, then they could do that. The last thing he needed was a mutiny. 

One last set of crates then he was done. He did this biweekly, sometimes weekly if there had been more action than usual. Once he finished, he would be able to go back up top and keep the crew on track. Maybe even make himself and Finch a cup of coffee if everything seemed in order. He walked over to their food supply, taking extra care to check the crates containing their food. There was a variety of meat, fresh fruits, a couple of vegetables still left over, some herbs, it was fit for a lord. If a lord were on the sea, that is.

He rummaged through it, he knew Ink sometimes snuck midnight, sometimes midday, snacks. That was against what Dream had said before, but he knew Ink’s situation and, well, Dream couldn’t blame her for snacking. But…someone else must have been down here too. Too much was missing, entire meals worth. Ink would never have eaten that much, not on her own. Dream was certain that Ink wouldn’t share either. His lips pulled back into a snarl, something was on his ship that he did not allow. He made sure to thoroughly check and secure whatever he had left before going to find the thing that was staying on his ship.

Dream drew his sword, his fingers gripped onto the leather. He was quiet, keeping his breathing to a minimum to hear for any sort of sign. The hatch that led here was kept shut if no one was in it, so whatever was eating his food couldn’t have left. He stepped carefully, making sure the boards wouldn’t creak under his weight. His eyes flashed about the hull, desperately looking for movements in the dark. He cursed under his breath, watching his step as he moved around the edges of the hull. His eyes and ears were open, waiting, watching.

There was a sharp inhale that wasn’t his, clearly whatever was on board was holding its breath. What a clever animal. Dream lunged and the thing scrambled away from Dream and his sword. Dream chased it throughout the hull. He left his lamp on a crate, not needing it at the moment. He drew his cutlass from the other side of his belt, keeping his sword drawn as well. Right as the thing he was chasing went to make a sharp turn to his left, and he tossed his cutlass in that direction. The thing squealed, scrambling to get away. The cutlass had landed square into a crate, going through and smashing into a rum bottle that was on the inside. 

Then the boat rocked, sending him and the thing he was chasing starboard. What was going on up there?! He glanced at where the thing possibly was before making the decision to leave it be, for now, at least. Dream lepted to his feet and made his way over to his lanturn. He grabbed it and got back to the ladder with the hatch and climbed up. The moment he got atop the ladder his head was doused with sea water. He scrambled to his feet, slamming the hatch behind him and spitting up salt water. It dripped down his face, the salt forcing tears out of his eyes. He slicked his golden hair back, wiping the salt water out of his eyes.

The bright flash in the sky and the booming of thunder told Dream exactly what he needed to do.

“Furl the sails!” He shouted, his voice echoing and just going above the storm. Members of his crew who were previously stuck in their own fear were brought back and immediately got to work. Other members were already in action, tying down barrels, canons, and other things on the deck.

“Finch!” He shouted and despite him being unable to see Finch, he knew that he had been heard, “Get Champion and yourself into my office!”

Dream knew that he needed as many people alive as he could, and even though he knew Finch wanted and could help him, he needed everyone safe and accounted for. He could handle this himself. He didn’t need anyone else to factor in right now. Besides, he didn’t want to account for the scary possibility that someone could go overboard. If someone went overboard in a storm this bad, then they would be taken by the sea.

On a nearby tied down barrel there was some access rope slipped under the rope keeping it down. Dream grabbed it and ran across the ship, his free hand up and keeping rain and salt water out of his face. The wind was howling and he knew his voice wouldn’t be heard. There wasn’t any time to get everyone down below deck or to his quarters, the storm was getting worse and even he was having a hard time staying on two feet. There was a small group of people still on the deck, holding on to the ship for dear life. Dream planted his feet and leaned against the staircase leading to the helm. He worked quickly and efficiently, slicing the rope into five pieces. He couldn’t be heard, but one of the people knew what was being asked of them and took a piece of the rope and tied themselves down. Dream nodded, and the others followed.

The rope wasn’t the most comfortable thing, but as long as they were tied down to something that wouldn’t go flying off of the ship, then they would live. At least Dream hoped they would. Before he could even think about himself, a large wave hit the ship sending him barreling to the other side of the ship. He slammed against the thick, wooden railing that was on the sides of his ship, knocking the wind out of him. He struggled to stand, his body gasping for air. There was another strike of thunder and he saw the wave coming at him. There was no time to move, no time to react.

The ship lurched and he was plunged into the wave. It was dark and all he could feel was the water surrounding him and the lack of stability under his feet. He landed square on his back on the other end of the ship. His eyes flashed open and he gasped for air. His ears were full of water and his clothes were sticking to him. He flipped himself around, and attempted to stumble to his feet when the ship rocked again. This wave was bigger, stronger. There was no way he would stay on the ship. He was shoved under water again, his lungs flaring and desperate for air. He tried to cling to anything, but everything was wet and he couldn’t grab onto anything. His nails refused to stay gripped onto the floorboards and he went tumbling across the ship again.

This would be the end. There were worse ways to go, he supposed. But dying was not something he wanted, not yet. He had so many goals, ambitions that he had yet to complete. He wasn’t going to be taken so early into his life!

Dream tumbled down the ladder that led to the hull. His head was pounding and his ears were ringing. He had throbbing pains all over his body, he would certainly be bruised by tomorrow. He choked up water, almost throwing up what he had eaten earlier in the day.

The slamming of the hatch door got his attention, a quiet, panicked muttering was heard.

“Oh my god, what am I going to do, this is bad, oh my god-!” It continued as Dream staggered to his feet, holding his head as it continued to pound. It was a voice he didn’t recognize. Was…was this person the thing he was chasing not even an hour earlier? He turned around, his eyes trying to adjust to the pitch blackness that surrounded him. The person had a small lantern attached to their belt. The candle was small, and Dream was a little impressed that they had managed to light it at all. The flame was flickering and doing its best to stay alive. It wasn’t much but it was enough.

Dream drew his sword as the person was off the ladder, and they raised their arms up in defense, squeaking slightly, as they had done earlier.

“Oh goodness- Please! You don’t have to draw your sword! I assure you, I am no threat to you, or anyone on this ship really.”

“Why are you on my ship?” Dream hissed out, keeping his sword out and at the person’s neck. Or at least what Dream assumed to be their neck. That large scarf made it difficult to tell. Dream assumed it was navy blue, but in this darkness he couldn’t really tell.

“My name is Blue Lebeau, and I mean you and your crew no harm, truly! I happened to be at Mirstone when those nasty pirates arrived. As you know, they nearly burned down the whole place, until you and your crew arrived and stopped them! Which, might I add, was incredibly impressive, considering the size of your crew versus the pirates, that you managed to arrest and defeat all of them! Not to mention your own fighting prowess, Captain, I didn’t see much of it, unfortunately but you appeared to be unbothered and unscathed after the whole…altercation, it was absolutely breathtaking! You must’ve been fighting multiple people at once! Now I will admit I am not one for violence, despise it, actually, but even I can admit that is not something to gawk at and-”

“Will you get to the point?” Dream said sharply, taking a step towards Blue, sword at his neck.

“AH! Of course! My apologies Captain, I tend to ramble when I am nervous,” His laughter was shrill, his eyes not moving from the sword, “When the fires started,and I feel guilty to admit this, but I retreated to your ship for safety. I am not much of a fighter, so after I assisted the family I was working for out of the building, I simply ran to the first place that seemed safe. And that place happened to be your ship.”

Dream was suspicious, but he lowered his sword. He wasn’t putting it away just yet. He eyed Blue, the man seemed truthful enough. He took a deep breath, regaining his composure and posture. He kept his sword unsheathed but at his side. He opened his mouth to speak but the boat lurched again, Dream had almost forgotten about the storm. He and Blue were thrown to the side, and his side was slammed into the corner of a crate and he bit back a cry of pain.

Blue struggled to his feet, “How much longer do you think the storm will last?”

“I highly doubt this level of storming will last longer. It will most likely rain sporadically for the next couple of days, depending on how fast we are able to navigate out of it.”

“Oh! I believe I can assist with-”

Dream cut him off sharply, “I do not need assistance from a stowaway. You may not be a threat to me or my crew, but you are still on my boat, using up supplies that are not meant for you, and you are one extra liability that I now have to worry about. Even if I were to allow you to assist with navigating, I’m not even sure if I could trust you with that, considering you snuck onto my ship.”

Blue staggered back, holding his hands up. Dream took in a deep breath, “We will be dropping you off at the next port. You may stay on my ship until then.”

“I…appreciate you not throwing me overboard.”

“I would never harm an innocent person. I am not a pirate.”

“Of course you’re not! But if I may know, what exactly is it that you do, Captain?” He queried, sitting up on one of the crates. “I mean, you aren’t a navy officer, and your crew isn’t military, but you aren’t a pirate.”

“I wish to do good in this world. Pirates are menaces who need to be stopped, but I believe that the navy is doing it wrong. They aren’t assisting the people who have been harmed by piracy, and I believe that is the most important part when helping people. How can you say that you’ve assisted to stop piracy when there are people still suffering from the consequences from it? I am going against the navy because I feel they aren’t doing enough, and what they are doing is ineffective and wrong. And I believe that I am correct. When my crew and I encounter pirates on ports and stop them from doing harm, I have been told by locals that us aiding to mitigate the effects of piracy has been more helpful than whatever the navy is doing right now. I respect and understand the navy’s orders, but I dislike how they are doing about it all. I hope to expand my fleet, into dozens and dozens of ships, and have influence across the sea.”

Blue nodded, listening intently as Dream spoke. Dream leaned against a crate, sword slipped back into its sheath. Despite the aggressive rocking of the boat, Dream didn’t stop talking. He spoke more about his ambitions, long-term and short-term goals, and everything in between. He couldn’t remember the last time he was able to speak in detail about his aspirations. Blue seemed to be taking it all in.

“That sounds absolutely wondrous! I’m not the biggest fan of the navy either, and what you’ve described sounds like the perfect solution to the pirate problem! Why do this though? It seems like a large task to tackle for only one man.”

“An old…companion of mine became a pirate. A long while ago, probably a few years. We were both drafted into the navy and he deserted. Turned to piracy. I never knew his motivations, I doubt I’ll ever know, but I swore to myself that even though I disliked the navy as much as he did, I would never allow myself to go down that path.”

Blue gasped, holding his hands in front of his mouth, he lowered them slowly, face darkening, “I had a friend who deserted to piracy as well.” He twiddled his thumbs, “Not sure what became of her to be honest…I think of her sometimes.”

“I understand the feeling.”

Blue opened his mouth to speak but the shouting above deck interrupted him. The ship had stopped lurching from side to side, and the soft sound that was rain pounding on the outside of the ship had ceased. He didn’t know how long ago, but it was clear that someone, Finch most likely, deemed it safe to come out. They were probably looking for him.

“You should head up there!” Blue told him, going to his side. Blue was very close to him. “I bet they’re worried about you. You did almost get thrown overboard.”

“I- yes. They are probably worried.” Dream walked over to the ladder and climbed up it. He slammed open the hatch and crawled his way up, getting hit with the smell of the sea.

“Captain!” Finch shouted, helping him up and out of the hull. Dream thanked him before glancing back down into the hull. His crew were standing around, watching him intently. They were all in different mental and physical shapes. Some were soaking wet, clothes pressed against their bodies. Others were more dry, but definitely freaked out. Dream would have to up morale soon, and quickly. They all watched as he nodded to Blue to come up. Blue pointed at himself, completely taken aback at the fact that Dream wanted him up there with the rest of the crew.

“Come on.” Dream urged gently and Blue made his way up the ladder, shutting the hatch door shut as he arrived. The sun wasn’t exactly out, but despite the clouds, he could see Blue quite clearly. His guess had been right, the large scarf he wore was a navy blue, and it sat comfortable around his neck and shoulders. Blue was pale, and had rosy cheeks. He had light brown hair that wasn’t styled but still looked good anyway. He was a tad shorter than Dream, and was significantly skinnier. He had a black cloth wrapped around his left eye, and Dream assumed it was because he was missing it.

Dream had dealt with missing eyes before, and had even made Finch a false eye out of metal to replace his heavily damaged one. Perhaps Dream could do the same for Blue before dropping him off at the next port.

“This is Blue Lebeau.” Dream stated flatly, “He will be on board with us until we reach the next port.”

The crew murmured amongst themselves as Blue waved, smiling. “I will be in my quarters. Those who are soaked, please change into dry clothing. We will be having a warm dinner tonight. Finch, I trust you to make the preparations for that.”

The wind howled, but the storm clouds were far away, and the boat rocked gently. Dream glanced around, his heart racing slightly. Everyone was accounted for, he had counted about three times. But where was…

“Has anyone seen Ink?”

The glancing around and shrugging was not comforting. Dream felt his heart begin to pound. His mind whirling, but he kept his face straight. He couldn’t let his crew know he was worried, it would only elevate the situation. Before he could order his crew to stay where they are so he could look for Ink, Champion began barking at the crows nest. Dream walked over to him, petting in between his ears.

“Ink?” He called up. Champion barked again.

After a moment, a groan echoed from the top of the crows nest. A blonde head of hair got into Dream’s view, and relief rushed over him. He called Ink down, and within a few moments, Ink was down on the mast in moments, landing less than gracefully on the balls of her feet. Ink looked, tired? Dream guessed?

“What.”

“Are you alright, Ink?”

“Sure? Why wouldn’t I be?” Ink made sure to accent the statement with an eye roll.

“The storm?” Finch asked, coming over to the two of them, “The massive thunder storm that nearly killed all of us?!”

Ink stared at him and shrugged. Dream sighed but smiled at her anyway. “I am just glad that you are alive and safe, Ink.”

She just rolled her eyes and walked off, most likely to get away from the group of people and to get a bite to eat. She made her way over to the hull and did a brief double take a Blue, her lip curling up into a slight sneer. She opened the trapdoor to the hull and disappeared inside, dropping the trapdoor behind her.

Dream felt his body begin to grow tired. He was sore and cold and now he was starting to feel it. He waited for his crew to start moving before making his way over to his own quarters. He was followed by Champion who licked at his hands. He entered his quarters and collapsed on the ground. He could barely move, the storm and lack of sleep had started to catch up to him. Champion whined and attempted to lift his head from the pillow, licking his face. He chuckled and petted between his dog’s ears. He staggered to his feet and quickly changed out of his soaking clothes and hung them up in the corner of his room, making sure that water wouldn’t drip onto anything. He quickly got into his civvies and collapsed on his bed. It was around evening time, the storm must’ve lasted a few hours. He hadn’t fully slept in a week, and even though he still had duties to do, the adrenaline had worn off and his body hurt. He was so sore and even though he intended just to rest for a moment, the moment his head hit his pillow he passed out.

The sun shined down on his face and there was a pungent smell of coffee. Dream turned over and his face was bombarded with dog slobber. He was jolted awake and in his attempt to back away, Champion jumped onto him. Dream gently shoved Champion off of him, laughing quietly. He wiped the drool off of his face and stood up. He hurried into his clothes, he had wasted enough time as it did. He couldn’t believe that he had fallen asleep. In between clothing pieces, he took small sips of the coffee that was made for him. It was hot, freshly made, and burned his mouth. He had no time to waste.

The gears in his mind started turning, he needed to make sure that everything was running smoothly and that everyone was doing alright. He was sure that Finch was working on navigation. He opened the door and stepped outside. The water was flat and the sails seemed in decent condition. No one was at the wheel, but that was okay. Neither him nor Finch knew where they were. People seemed to be in decent condition, none of them seemed like they caught colds. He would have to double check with the small group that were cut out for the brunt of the storm, to make sure none of them had fevers.

Although that was not his biggest concern at the moment. While the health and safety of his crew was one of the most important things, knowing where they were was taking more of his concern. He wouldn’t call himself anxious about it, but he needed to figure out where they were and get them into a port as soon as possible. He made his way across the deck of the boat, finishing off his coffee. Champion’s attention had drifted and he was now rolling around in the sun. Ink was sitting on a barrel off to the side, staring off into space. She didn’t look hot or feverish, which was good. He would have to make sure later, but he suspected that she didn’t want to be bothered right now. He walked to the opposite side of the boat from his quarters and made his way into the navigation room, where he knew that Finch would be. As he approached the room, there was more than one voice coming from it.

The door was stuck for a brief moment, due to the humidity, but he got it open within a moment. When he entered the room, Finch was hunched over the desk, which had a variety of maps, a compass or two, and some other cartography equipment that Dream was not completely confident in using. He was also shocked to see Blue hunched over the table as well.

“What are you doing in here?” Dream asked, crossing his arms. He wasn’t going to get angry, not yet. He hadn’t told Finch that he didn’t want Blue assisting with navigation. Blue had been amical towards everyone, he would admit, but Dream couldn’t tell his motives. Was he simply playing nice to not be locked in the brig or tossed overboard? Although he seemed interested enough in Dream’s goals; Dream wasn’t sure that was enough to trust him just yet.

“He’s-”

“I’m assisting with navigation!” Blue said happily, wrapping one arm around Finch’s neck and pulling him into a half hug. 

“He’s uh, surprisingly good at it. We’ve managed to find out where we are, since Blue…read the stars? Last night?”

“The stars are one of the best ways to tell you where you are! Especially at sea.”

“You’ve been at sea before?” Dream asked skeptically, arms crossed.

“Mhm! I’ve been all over the place. I’ve attempted to settle down a couple of times, but ah..y'know, I can’t really get away!” Blue laughed and then got back to analyzing the map.

“Yeah, right, okay. And you know where we are?”

“Of course! Currently we are about a two days trip away from Lellin’s port! Finch told me that is where you are headed.”

“It is.”

The gears in his mind were turning at an incredible speed. Dream couldn’t help but be suspicious. Before he could properly gather his thoughts into a proper sentence, Blue started speaking again.

“I know you said not to assist with anything, and I know that you do not trust me, which is completely understandable! Might I add! But since you didn’t toss me into the open ocean, or into this ship's brig, have a little faith! I wouldn’t lead you astray. That would be stupid, and I try my best to not be.”

Dream watched his movements, and paid close attention to any inflection in Blue’s voice. There weren't any signs that he was lying. Dream thought for a moment longer. Blue seemed interested in what his goals were, he was very attentive in the hull when Dream was talking to him. Caution was important, especially on sea, but perhaps Dream was tiptoeing around an issue that didn’t exist.

Normally, Dream wouldn’t be so keen on inviting someone onto his ship, especially not having what is basically a stranger assist with something as important as navigating. However, he had been from port to port for almost a year now, and he hadn’t found someone with decent map reading and navigation experience. The only reason Dream lacked that sort of ability is because that was Nightmare’s area of expertise, but the bastard deserted to piracy and Dream started his own ambitions before he had the opportunity to learn. But the guy couldn’t lead a crew to save his life, and that was probably why he had a solid three people, including himself, on that ship of his.

If Blue took Dream and his crew to Lellin’s port, then maybe he would reconsider his original plan of leaving Blue at Lellin.

“Alright listen.” Blue looked at him attentively, much like he did when Dream was explaining his goals down in the hull, “I understand that you, since you snuck upon on my ship, most likely do not have anywhere else to go. I think it would be wrong to leave you in Lellin, especially without knowing anyone or without any currency.”

Blue tucked his hands underneath his chin, turning his head to the side ever so slightly. “If you are able to take us to Lellin, I am willing to allow you a spot on my ship. Assuming you want it, of course.”

“I would normally be all over that sort of thing, being with you and the rest of the crew would be fantastic! But, I am afraid I can’t accept your offer. It isn’t that I don’t believe in your goals or ambitions! It is that you work against pirates and I’m particularly…adverse to violence? Meaning that, I’m not very good with weapons nor do I have much battle knowledge! I am afraid that I would be very unhelpful. Although! I can take you to Lellin, and teach you some of the stuff I know!”

“Well, I suppose I can’t convince you otherwise.”

“Oh! Finch!” Blue turned from Dream to look at Finch who had just been standing there, “To get to Lellin, we need to start heading Northeast! It should be straight in that direction! I’m assuming you know how to use a compass?”

Finch glanced at Dream who gave him the go ahead to go captain the ship. Finch grabbed one of many compasses and exited the room, struggling to shut the door for a moment. The humidity was one of the worst things about being at sea. Normally that would be his job, but Blue had already pulled him aside to the table with maps sprawled all over it. Blue had nearly redecorated the room, with maps and books and other tools Dream had forgotten about. One of the biggest changes was the globe that was once catching dust in the door had been brought out.

“Okay! I’m assuming you have at least some knowledge on map reading, yes? I’d be very impressed that you’re still alive if you didn’t!”

Dream nodded. He was standing straight up with his arms folded across his chest. He wasn’t being aggressive towards Blue through his posture. Blue was hovering over the table, his body nearly at a ninety degree angle, elbows pressed down into the wood and his head resting in his palms.

“I know about the basics, my…old companion was much more prolific in navigation than I ever was, and I’ve never had the chance to learn. Piracy doesn’t stop and neither have I. The thing Finch and I both struggle with is keeping track of where we are when at sea. We usually end up getting to our destinations fine, but we’re usually a few miles short of port, or even just one port away. That isn’t usually an issue, but when you’re chasing pirates, accuracy is important.”

“I bet you don’t like ending up at the wrong place either. I know I wouldn’t!” “I- Yes. I do not particularly enjoy being at the wrong place. No one does. Now, if you could share the information about map reading that would be great.”

“Okay okay! Goodness. I’ll teach you what I can now, and then tonight I can show you some of the stars!”

“The stars.”

“Yes! After a storm or battle, where you aren’t one hundred percent sure where you are, they are one of the best ways to guarantee where you are! They are always in the sky, unless it’s cloudy, and stay consistent!”

“I suppose. Shall we get started now?”

Blue clasped his hands together, “Right! Of course! Let us begin!”

The day felt like it flew by. Dream and Blue spent most of their time within the room, studying and reading maps, the globe, and all the things that Blue felt like he needed to teach Dream. Champion came in a few times to say hi, which Dream enjoyed. He worried for his poor dog sometimes, life on the sea wasn’t always kind to animals. But Champion seemed to be content, his body loose, tail swinging happily, belly full of food and treats. Even when Blue was in the room. Champion didn’t seem to take a liking to him. They had to take a pause or two for Dream to make sure everything was in order, he trusted Finch but he couldn’t help but double check. Perhaps it was paranoia, or anxiety, but he just had to do it. Blue trailed him as he did so, observing how he went about his day.

They spoke on occasion, when Dream was able to respond. Blue asked questions, mainly why he did certain things on his ship. It was slightly invasive, if Dream had to be honest, but he didn’t really mind. Nor did he have the energy to mind. It was nice to have someone to talk about his ideas after so long. The last time he had someone to talk to in length was… “Before we get started, and if I am allowed to know, where did you get that pendent from? I haven’t seen anything like it.”

Dream’s face twisted into a mixture of anger, sadness, and surprise. Blue regretted asking the question the moment he asked. It took Dream just a second to compose himself, once again retaining his poker face. Despite this, his right hand clung to the pendant.

“It was,” He took a breath, “It was given to me by an old friend of mine.”

A knot twisted itself in Blue’s stomach. Dream was being vague, painfully so. The urge to open Dream like a clam and see what darkened secrets hid beneath the surface was strong. But he couldn’t do that. That would probably either end up with him being thrown overboard or with never seeing Dream again. He wanted to understand people, and he wasn’t very good at doing that ‘normally’. He decided that it would be for the best if he kept his mouth shut this time. He had to wonder though, what had happened to this old friend of Dream’s? Death? Illness? Some other terrible fate?  It wasn’t Dream’s old companion, that was for sure. The pirate was still around and kicking, and by the way Dream grew salty just by talking about him, told Blue all he needed to know. Dream’s past was almost like the sea itself, dark, mysterious. How many people did Dream know before going deserting the military? How many times had he seen people turn to piracy? Thoughts swarmed his head, and he wasn’t sure where to start. 

“It’s beautiful.” He said, placing a hand on Dream’s shoulder. Dream didn’t shove him off, instead making circles around the red gem in the center of it, staring off into the sunset.

“Yes. They made it themself. They had quite the eye for this sort of thing. Always creating, always doing something for other people…”

“They sound incredible.” Dream smiled softly for a moment, “I suppose they do.”

There was a pause before Dream waved him off. Blue placed his hands back down on the barrel he was sitting on and looked out into the water, which reflected the bright colors beautifully. The shimmering of yellows and oranges was a marvelous sight to see. 

“It’s a beautiful sunset tonight.” Dream commented, now leaning against the ship's railing. Blue hopped off of what he was sitting on and joined Dream at the railing. “I see something even more beautiful standing next to me.”

There was a faint blush, it didn't last very long but it was there! Dream scoffed, “Do not.”

“Sorry.” He wasn’t.

“When will we be doing the other half of your navigation teachings? With the…stars?” Dream sounded skeptical, but his face didn’t show any signs of him being uninterested or like he didn’t want to learn.

Blue clasped his hands together, “Yes! I don’t get to talk about this often, which is a shame because I do think it’s fascinating, I mean, not many people use the stars for navigation which I think is odd because besides the sun rising and setting everyday, they are one of the most consistent things on our planet! And while, yes, they do shift from season to season, and place to place, but when you know what you’re looking for then it’s easy!”

“I see.”

“Here, come closer to me. I don’t bite.” Blue teased, a playful inflection to his voice. Dream rolled his eyes but complied anyway. When Dream stepped closer, so did Blue, their shoulders touching. Dream didn’t recoil, but he did raise his eyebrows at the action. They had to be close, Dream assumed, since Blue was to show him the stars. He had to accurately point out the stars, and they had to be close for that to work accurately.

Dream attempted to ignore how it felt to be so close to another person, to be touching another person and failed spectacularly. How long has it been? Too long, perhaps. He watched Blue’s face as he spoke. Blue spoke with his hands and was very expressive, a large change in pace from Ink and Finch. Both of whom spoke very still, only using their hands or arms for small gestures, if at all. 

Full attention was on Blue and his finger pointing up at the sky. Dream had to admit it didn’t make much sense, but he could make out the shapes that Blue was showing off to him. He had a vague understanding of how to correlate the placement of the constellations with direction but it was somewhat unclear. Blue’s voice held so much emotion in it as well. It wasn’t difficult to tell what he was feeling at any given time. What Blue was thinking, however, was a whole other debacle. The man was a bit of a mystery, but then again so was Dream.

“And this will help you as well, I can tell this is a little foreign you hehe!” Blue said before gently unfolding something from his pockets. Dream took the paper, which was a map, he could tell by the texture alone, and observed it.

“A star map?”

“Mhm! Once you find out where you are via the stars, you can use this and a compass to figure out what direction you need to go in!”

“Fascinating.”

“Isn’t it? I quite enjoy stargazing. It’s really relaxing.”

Dream hummed in agreement, following Blue’s eyes with his own. The stars were so bright that night. Not a single cloud in the sky. Dream wondered how far out into the galaxy he could see.

“It makes me feel small.” Dream said, the words slipping out of his mouth.

“I suppose that’s true. But so does the ocean. It’s kinda crazy; how we’re surrounded by large bodies of unexplored territory. A little scary too hah…” Blue was leaning against the railing of the boat, his back facing the sea. Dream was facing towards it, standing up straight, arms loosely folded over his chest.

“It really makes you think about what is important in life, you know?” Blue said, looking up at the sky, his hand reaching over and touching Dream’s arm. “What really matters. We may be small but the impact whe have on others is big, and it’s important to know what to really focus on.”

Dream eyed the hand on his forearm but didn’t shake Blue off. “You seem to know what you want to do with your life, Dream.”

“You don’t?”

“Not really. I’m pretty good with navigating, and map making too but…I dunno. I like having everything planned in advance but I feel like doing the same thing over and over again would drive me bonkers! I’d like to teach people, I think. Might be fun. But I quite like how my life is now. I can plan things but there’s also a spontaneous aspect to it! I go where the world takes me, like a fish being taken by the current, hehe.”

“That’s not a bad way to live.” Dream commented, “Life on the sea has that spontaneous nature. You need to adapt, change as it does. I…would prefer operating on land, to be honest with you. There’s structure there, no chances of storms ripping your ship apart or anything like that. But I am to stop pirates, so the sealife will be my life. No changing that. I wouldn’t ever send people off to fight without being there with them. I need to help people, not just command from a castle on the land. The navy does that.”

The venom was seeping from Dream’s mouth as he spoke about the navy. Once again Blue found himself wondering how deep that rabbit hole went (or, how deep that underwater trench went). Blue found himself wondering a lot about Dream. He had to admit, the captain was awfully handsome. And he couldn’t be the only one to see it right?! He would be very surprised if that was the case. He had only been with Dream for around twenty-four hours, so he didn’t know everything about Dream, but what he did see was something, someone, he really liked. The two of them were close, only a few centimeters of space between their arms. 

“Dream?

“Hm?”

“How would you react if I told you that I think the next place that the current is taking me is with you?” Blue asked, moving his hands to gently caress Dream’s jacket. He was surprised to learn that it was leather. He wondered how Dream even got leather to be that color of yellow. Dream watched Blue’s hand move across the seams of his jacket. Was Blue flirting with him? He wasn’t sure how against that he was. He took in a deep breath and focused back onto the ocean.

“My offer still stands. I won’t turn away anyone who wants to join my cause.”

“I’ll think about it.” Blue said with a sing-song voice. He turned toward Dream, getting even closer. 

“It,” Dream took a moment to regain his senses, he and Blue were so close. He could feel Blue’s breath on his face as he breathed through his nose. Blue was looking up at him, expectantly. He wondered if Blue knew how he was going to respond. What kind of response was he looking for in the first place? Blue wasn’t malicious, Dream knew that. He craved information and knowledge. When he would ask Dream questions, they were about himself, his motivations, and eventually the questions were aimed at the other members of the crew. What about them made them join Dream? Did Dream choose them or did they come aboard on their own? He couldn’t tell what Blue wanted.

“It would be good to have you aboard, especially with your abilities in navigation.” Blue could cook too, Dream had learned. They didn’t need more cooks on board, there were already enough but if Blue wanted to help out then Dream wouldn’t forbid him not too.

“Can I ask you another question?” Blue asked, a coy smile on his face. He turned his head away, looking at Dream from the side.

“You’ve been asking me questions all day but yes, go ahead.”

“Do you want me here?”

“Pardon-?” Dream turned his head and nearly smacked Blue in the face with his own. It was so dark, he could barely see Blue’s face. The reflection of the moon was in Blue’s eye, and the ship was rocking slightly as they sailed.

“Would you miss me if I left at Lellin? Would you yearn for me once I left?”

“I-What-?”

“Haha! I’m just teasing you,” Blue booped his nose, sticking out his tongue playfully. “I do mean it though. Would you?

“Would I what?” Dream asked incredulously, still somewhat flustered at Blue being so close. 

“Let me reword my question.” Blue scooted back slightly, giving Dream a bit more breathing room. Dream was silently relieved. Blue being so close was making him nervous. “Do you, personally, want me here? I understand my abilities would be handy for your cause, but I’m curious about what you think of me.”

“We’ve only known each other for a day, how could I form an opinion on you in just twenty-four hours?”

“First impressions are pretty important! I mean, I haven’t known Ink very long but something tells me that she doesn’t like me very much…”

“She doesn’t really like anyone.”

“Even you?”

Dream shrugged. He wasn’t sure. Ink was elusive in just about everything she did. 

“What! How could anyone not like you?! I think that you’re pretty incredible.”

“Ah well. I’m just doing what I think is right. Doing what is best for the world. Thank you.” “You’re pretty handsome too.”

“What?”

“Hm?” Blue cocked his head to the side. Blue showed no signs of saying anything at all, but under the cover of night it was hard to tell. He could be blushing his face off and Dream would have no idea. He supposed it was a good thing, since Blue couldn’t tell what he was emoting either. Although he didn’t really do that in the first place. The poker face Dream wore was just his default expression. As the captain of a ship, keeping up appearances and making sure that he was someone his crew could be someone to depend on at a crisis.

“I think that you’ve definitely left an impression on me, Blue.” He glanced back down at the water, thinking over his words, “I wouldn’t miss you, when you leave, per se. But I will remember you for a long time. You’re very interesting.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment!” Blue grinned at him. Proud, almost.

The water splashed against the boat, it was quiet and the smell of the sea was comforting. The two sat in silence, it wasn’t awkward, just a peaceful quiet.

“So?”

“So what, Captain?”

“You don’t have to call me that.”

Blue placed a finger to his chin, “How about lord?”

“I- lord?” Dream was slightly taken aback.

“Well sure. You’re not a pirate captain, nor are you a navy officer. You’re commanding a crew though. And a lord is someone who has authority and influence.”

“I…appreciate the thought but I highly doubt anyone would actually call me a lord. Dream works just fine.”

“We’ll see then I suppose! What were you going to ask me?”

“If you were planning on staying. Are you?”

“Hmmm…” Blue glanced away for a moment, gears moving together in his mind. “I’m definitely thinking about it. I do have a great dislike for violence, but I’ve learned that not everyone on your ship goes out and fights.”

“Yes, that is the case.”

“But I’ll think about it. We have a few more days before we reach Lellin.” “I always forget how far away it is…” Dream murmured to himself, “What happens if we get there and you haven’t decided yet?”

“I think I would get off at Lellin. I’m sure our paths will cross again if I do end up staying.” Blue pushed himself off of the fence and stood straight with his hand on the railing. Dream paralleled him, his arms folded loosely across his chest.

“And you're certain of that?”

“Cross paths with you again?” Blue took a step toward Dream and used the back of his hand to gently caressed Dream’s jaw. Dream was stunned, people had been forward before but not like that. “I sure hope so. I’d love to see you again. You intrigue me, Lord Dream.”

“It’s getting late, we ought to be getting to bed now. It’s quite late, I’d hate to decrease your productivity during the day.” Blue turned away and took a step away from Dream and towards the crew’s quarters. In the cover of darkness, Dream touched his cheek, the phantom feeling of Blue’s hand still remaining.

“I’ve stayed up later than this. Do not worry about my productivity.” Flustered wasn’t what he was feeling. He didn’t get flustered, not really, anyway. But he felt a little…ruffled. He hadn’t met anyone quite like Blue before, Blue had made a crack into his carefully crafted defenses. Intentionally or not, Blue made his presence known. Would Dream miss him if he left?

“Well if you say so! Good night.”

And with that, Blue walked across the Radiance and down into the crew's quarters. Dream slowly removed his hand from his cheek, drawing out the touch. He was left alone on the ship, the boat rocking gently. It was dark, and he could only see the vague outlines of things. His crew were all sleeping underneath him in their quarters, apart from Ink, who was probably snacking away right now, and Finch, who was up at the wheel, steering them to their destination. He had a small lantern that Dream could see from across the boat. His heart was pounding, and he leaned against the fence.

“Good night.” Dream murmured to no one in the darkness.

Blue was intriguing. And alluring.

#Fallen’s writing #Dreamswap #ds blue #ds dream #ds ink #ds finch #champ the dog #DS Dream/Blue #woah finch has plot relevancy in a fic thats so crazy #dreamswap blue #DS!blue #dreamswap!blue #dreamswap dream #DS!dream #dreamswap!dream #champion the dog #Dream von licht #Blue lebeau #dreamswap ink #ds!ink #dreamswap!ink #dreammswap finch #DS!finch #dreamswap!finch #eeepy so many tags #utmv fanfic #fanfic #please reblog #utmv #DS!PirateAU

[imjustheremam]

It just me rambling about madcom players/self aware Au

So I've been reading alot of stories player meeting madcom characters like the main 4 being in players world or player being in their world and also reading stories about old player and new player being enemies or having toxic friendship.

So all this inspired me to make my own player Au instead of players being to overpowered or having godly powers,they will just normal players playing madness combat without knowing how to play except for old player that person a menace(not really).

So here are my headcanon about new player(aka you) and old player

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New player(you)

So for starters new player is young like somewhere in their 20s, and despite their age, they are not mature yet.

New player works as an animator and an digital artist but also good at being a simp for anime boys/girls, so you can see why they still act like a child.

Still friends with a group of anime lovers, memes and any other fandom.

Also has a pet kitten and lives in a small town

Despite the good things new player doesn't take care of they're health and doesn't go outside due of body shame and insecurities.

Also too addicted to video games and is new to madness combat but knows about some characters.

Old player

Unlike new player they are older like 26 or 28, they are more mature than new player and rarely show immaturity.

they work as a police officer despite being in college, but they are good with technology and combat but not good as the other officers(or madcom character).

Old player has no friends nor is interested in anime but they have dog that helps them for comfort and also thry like memes and old puns.

Old player suffers from trusts issues and uncontrollable rage that cause them to throw tantrums, but has been taken special needs for this (these issues are one reason why they quit playing madness combat.)

Unlike new player, old player is goddamn pro in madness combat, knows the lore, and still a pro to this day.

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Yeah this are my headcanons for new player and old player I hope you like them if not then you can also go see others blog and ideas any way have a good day and goodnight, SEE YA!!!!

#madness combat x player #hank j wimbleton x reader #madness combat x reader #2bdamned x reader #sanford x reader #deimos x reader #madness combat headcanons #madcom x reader #yandere madness combat #madness combat player

[underjumble]

Welcome to the world of Underjumble!

I've never really been a fan of most swap aus, because it always just felt like a retexture to me. Yes, they have a different look and name, but I like swap aus where the characters aren't just character A 2.0 but also that they're a different enough character. So here's a dumb little au of my own! Each character's personality is not only or mainly the character they replace are, and I'm hoping I made them rather in character. This does not mean that the characters will always be 100% canon compliant ofc, they're still somewhat different. idk how to describe it ;-;

Don't have any sketches at the moment, but here's some explaining! I have a lot of little bits of world building that's small things that I'd love to share :)

Sans!

The backstory stays mostly the same, but some boss monsters, afraid for their life, sided with humans. They were granted in because the more the better. After that, though, they were outcasted and were seen as unequal. Although, some reproduced with humans, giving a breed. Most look like normal humans or monsters, but they have certain qualities and they're different enough for both of the races to be able to absorb their souls. Sans is like monsters, but his soul lasts for a little while. He has a very unhappy past and has some problems with emotions and lashing out. He deeply regrets a lot of his actions, but he can't fix it now. He is 12 and his au nickname is Wisp. I can't remember where I got that.

Unrelated to Wisp, but if you have any suggestions for any nicknames or changing it, feel free to shoot an ask! You can also use different nicknames for people but I'd like to know first so I can understand ^^

Papyrus/Doggo!

Papyrus takes the place of Asriel/Flowey! In present instead of a flower he is a dog plush, and the eyes were cracked by being dropped on when he was still alive. He's also color blind like an actual dog, leaving him with subpar vision. With this and the fact Frisk hunches over with their hood on, Doggo mistakes them for Sans. He has a resentment of being coddled and treated like a baby from Sans (who does have a reason, but Doggo doesn't know that. He's not mad at Sans though.) He believes Sans is upset at him for being weak for not continuing the plan. He's 9 mentally, and his au nickname is Angeco. It was originally a mix of French words, but I realized that I chose the parts that are exactly like the English version. It's a mash of ange corrompu, or corrupted angel.

Asriel!

Asriel takes the place of Toriel! Asriel is an adult. He is not a father to Sans and Papyrus, but is the King's past advisor. He was really good with the kids, though, leaving him their babysitter a couple of times. He doesn't hold as much hatred to Gaster as Toriel does to Asgore. Asriel tried to reason with him, but after realizing nothing would work, they went their separate ways. Asriel does not like Gaster due to his decisions, but he's not as brutal to Gaster as Toriel is to Asgore.

Xakial is his au nickname, a misspelling of Zadkiel, the angel of mercy.

Napstablook!

Napstablook takes Sans' place! They aren't lazy or really as aware as Sans is. Instead, they're kinda jumpy and scared, which is why they're not the best person to post at a station.

They are better at keeping their promise than Sans. They try to help you throughout it but are too afraid for combat. They met Asriel through venting to the door.

They are the final boss of the genocide route, but don't like it and realizes they have to do it because of how they don't want you to hurt anyone else. You keep attacking and attacking but you don't hit them, until the final hit where Sans takes control. They blurrily know that you can go back in time, and thinks they can stop you because physical attacks can't hurt them, but know not too much other than that.

Valuar is their au nickname. It's a mash of valu pisarad, which means tears of pain

Mettaton!

Mettaton takes Papyrus' place. He wants everyone to idolize him and doesn't really care about the royal guard in any other sense, and is less selfless than Papyrus. However, there are still moments where he shines and shows care and love for others, despite being mostly self absorbed.

Maddie!

Maddie takes Gaster's place. She was a mad scientist type where she just fucked around and found out. She isn't too serious of a character lol. She follows around Frisk sometimes but mostly hangs out with her cousins while making crude jokes although they can't see her. She does miss being with her family sometimes though, and would do anything to be able to interact with them. Au nickname is Madcie, based off her name and mad scientist.

Chara!

Chara takes the place of Undyne! Like Sans, they are one of the very few human monster hybrids. Their soul would shatter quickly, so there's no reason for them to be slain. This brings them a bit more self hatred, that they aren't able to give their soul. They don't know what happened to Asriel, and misses him. It has katana magic, and has some muscle with some scars. In the genocide route, their eyes and mouth get gooey to show that the magic side of them is unable to handle the determination. As you defeat them, their magic becomes melted.

Au name is Lehanial (Perennial, a yellow flower, + Lehanii, a tribute to a friend)

Asgore!

Asgore takes the place of Maddie. He's just a sad little dude who takes care of the flowers in Waterfall. He's an optional fight, as he will only fight you if you nag him. He won't try to kill you. There are two ways to end the battle. Kill him, or wait until Napstablook finds you and gains the courage to tell him to leave you alone (He wasn't really looking to fight and thought you wanted it just as a game, but Blooky doesn't know that)

Toriel!

Toriel takes the place of Alphys! She and Chara are in a rocky relationship because Toriel doesn't agree with the violent approach. Chara argued it was the only way that lead Toriel to try the true lab. They miss each other but believe the other is angry, which Frisk has to make them come together again in true pacifist.

She's also why Asriel and Chara have such high rankings, because she knew Gaster and thus Gaster knew that the two were qualified from them meeting a lot.

Alphys!

Alphys takes the place of Napstablook. She's shy and wants to be your friend, but is scared of annoying you. She looks up to Undyne, they were once friends (well. Crushing on each other) before Undyne got famous. Undyne planned on coming back but always got caught up and was under a lot of stress. Alphys keeps watching and coming to her stuff, hoping to get her attention.

Undyne!

Undyne takes Mettaton's place! Toriel got her a boost in success due to her status and being well known. Undyne believes in Justice and isn't super self absorbed like Mettaton. She always planned on coming back to Alphys but she got juggled in all her work that she lost sight of what was important. She's a celebrity, but doesn't do shows like Mettaton, instead being more known for fighting.

Gaster!

Gaster takes Asgore's place. He isn't as heartbroken over hurting humans, but he doesn't enjoy it. To him, it's a necessary sacrifice. He holds no hate to the human children, seeing it as professional.

These aren't the only ones switched but they're the main and I've gone long enough FUGKXGIDYIDYID-

#Undertale au #underjumble #undertale #safeutdr #<- that's how i say there's no misgendering right #gaster au #sans au #papyrus au #undyne au #alphys au #napstablook au #mettaton au #asriel au #chara au #asgore au #toriel au #im not putting the characters themselves bc i dont wanna spam tags with aus for classic lovers (myself included.)

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

I was sad but fine till the last line of “traitor, traitor”, Em how could youuu 😭😭😭. And with Rhaenyra too, double homicide for poor Babey’s feelings. But anyways, imagine Babey when she finds out she doesn’t really say anything to them or anyone outright but her feelings are there and of course Athfiezar is very in tune with her and he can feel it. So now Daemon is on the shit list of this very large, homicidal dragon who has had years of combat experience against his other dragons and let’s remember that Athfiezar never liked him that much in the first place. So then Athfiezar is just there, hunting Daemon down whenever he flies on Caraxes and just snapping at them or something and generally making life miserable for him. Like what if Daemon was in his solar and suddenly the room gets very dark. Is it a sudden storm? No it’s just our lovely dragon bestie Athfiezar blocking the light. Daemon looks up and there’s just a dragon eye glaring at him through the window. And he can’t even do anything because what’s he going to do? Make Caraxes fight Athfiezar? No, they’re on the same side. If Babey was feeling mad/betrayed at Rhaenyra too then maybe Athfiezar would also be bullying Syrax? Syrax to Athfiezar is like a spoiled lap dog to a huge alley dog who was victorious in underground fight rings before escaping lol. A thought that helped me not feel sad is that even though there is an AU where Daemon cheats there can also be an AU where we could just push Daemon down the stairs 😇. Although if that AU of terms of endearment was continued would Babey be up for being in a poly with Daemon and Rhaenyra? Wouldn’t she feel too hurt/insecure that they’re only including her out of pity? And another sad thought, say she walks in on them while she’s pregnant and the shock causes her baby to go bye-bye. Imagine the glorious angst, the guilt and how she’ll never forgive them 😭

Now back to happier thoughts, I know some people say that having sex is dangerous for the baby after a certain time or before a certain time? How would Daemon deal with that if the midwife from Essos forbade him from having smexy times with his darling for a while and her belly is too round to comfortably ||suck his d*ck on her knees and she’s not in the mood to give him her hand|| I imagine he’d be sad but he’d probably be the type to come up with a whole new position just cause he’s THAT desperate

I think he’s an Aries sun because he’s fiery, he likes to start shit/takes initiative (🩸&🧀)😇, temperamental sometimes, will never filter himself and I think he wants to be able to be true to his feral, attention seeking self while still being accepted for that. As for Scorpio rising, I do not know if it’s because Matt Smith who plays him is a Scorpio or the character is just like that but he’s very magnetic. Able to make people both respect and fear him, kinda polarizing,alluring. Moon sign, no idea, he’s traumatized and emotionally constipated so I know it’s a difficult placement because the moon sign is supposedly representing, your inner thought, how you process your emotions and stuff. I hope this is not offensive to Aries suns if there’s any who see this. They have way more positive traits, I just don’t think Daemon is a great person with those traits yet (love him anyway though). Also, all zodiac signs have good and bad traits and if your zodiac in a certain planet is “evolved” that means you’ve learned to manage/overcome/are aware of the negative parts of yourself and I very much doubt he has a lot of evolved planets. But to be fair he’s had a busy life being a sad feral meow-meow so oh well. Also, I have not read the books so this is just based on the show and I am not an expert in astrology or anything, I just think it’s fun. Sorry for the long ask and the awful spacing, idk why my phone does this.

🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 from

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Lol, the Cannibal being petty as fuck toward Daemon and Rhaenyra will never not be a funny thought! I honestly don't know how I'd ever continue that AU; I imagine I'll get to it eventually but the thought just bums me out at the moment, haha. Babey cooould end up in a poly with Rhae/Daemon, but I'm not sure it'd ever work for her - there's so much insecurity there that I doubt she could ever let go of, and like, he was HER man, why she gotta share him with her older sis? Oof. I'll be doin' that WORK on the preggo fic to cleanse me of the dirtiness that was this AU.

Leading up to the birth I think is when they're gonna have to put a pause on the whole seksytime; I imagine Daemon would be a-ok with licking his 'lil Babey to some nice sleepy orgasms then basically whacking off onto her belly while she peers up at him all drowsy and smiling, cuz he's a sick fuck haha. A few months with his own hand ain't gonna kill him - plus, Babey might very well just go "hey, feel free to use my hand while I'm sleeping, lol". I do believe I have a similar sort of smut planned for this next chapter, actually (the whole getting himself off next to her while she sleeps thing, not the using her hand thing). That'll make more sense in the chapter, I hope.

And thank you for that zodiac analysis! I will have to do some research on it as I've gotta admit, the 'sun' and 'rising' and 'moon' signs all kinda threw me a little. I thought there was only one, but I'm clearly missing out! And Daemon IS a feral meow-meow, no point sugar-coating that, haha!

Thank you so much for the awesome thoughts, 💎 - and the spacing came out totally fine on the desktop! Sometimes the phone formats it weird as hell, but it goes through normal.

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[trickstyrss]

Madness Combat Mer Au

I have had this information saved for a while on my Discord server, but since most people don't have access to that, I decided I'll share a bunch of info here about this AU.

Below you will find all the info I already have written down about the Merman Au for Madness combat.

If you have any questions about the AU, feel free to send an ask!

Synopsis

This world’s AAHW equivalent work alongside the government and military, doing top-secret and very questionable experiments, their newest plans involve taking and using Mers for 2 main purposes, first is to figure out how to take desirable aspects from them to put into humans, such as their natural resilience, longer life-spans and ability to use magic. Second is to weaponize them, use them in place of humans in water-based areas so they don’t have to waste human soldiers or resources for submarines and similar aquatic tools.

Hank is supposedly the first Mer captured, his size and strength being ideal for their goals. Sanford is later captured as a back-up in case Hank is killed during testing and Deimos is taken to serve as a specimen for study. He is not valuable for his size or strength, but may be useful for research.

Doc is a member of the agency, however he is there with the goal of stopping the experiments, freeing the Mers and ultimately destroying the agency. It’ll take months of work and he’s risking his own life to do so as the Agency will kill him if he’s found out.

(This is only the first half, there is a completely separate plot that happens after the events at the agency relating to Phobos)

Main Characters Hank - 15” - Great White Shark - Shadow Magic User Hank is an abnormally large Mer that resembles a Great White Shark. He is a powerful Shadow Magic user, however he is becoming corrupted by the magic after years of use. His right arm is heavily corrupted due to it being his dominant arm and most frequently used when channeling magic.

Sanford - 12” - Sand Tiger Shark - No Magic A large Mer that resembles a Sand Tiger Shark, Sanford grew up in a small tribe alongside his best friend, Deimos. As teenagers, a disease spread through the tribe, killing most members, leaving both him and Deimos orphaned. They spent years on their own fending and surviving in the ocean, only having each other to rely on.

Deimos - 10” - Spiny Dog Fish - No Magic An average sized Mer that resembles a Spiny Dog Fish, Deimos grew up in a small tribe alongside his best friend, Sanford. As teenagers, a disease spread through the tribe, killing most members, leaving both him and Deimos orphaned. They spent years on their own fending and surviving in the ocean, only having each other to rely on.

Phobos - 13” - Spiny Dog Fish - ??? A large Mer that resembles a Spiny Dog Fish, Phobos is the older brother of Deimos and grew up alongside him in their small tribe. He was often jealous of his younger brother, who always seemed to take attention from their parents away from him. He never took into consideration that a younger child required more supervision for safety and saw it as a personal attack against him. As an older teen, he left the tribe, his whereabouts unknown and assumed dead.

Tricky - 12” - ??? - Shadow Magic User A large Mer that resembles a Viper Fish. Unbeknownst to everyone else, Tricky was actually the first Mer captured by the Auditor, however he was killed during experimentation and his body dumped shortly after dissection. How and when he came back to life is currently a mystery, but it's believed shadow magic has a hand in it. Doc - 5’9” - Marine Biologist Doc is a member of the AAHW, joining once learning they are searching for Mers. He is not there to aid in research but rather to stop it. He was aware of Mer's existence, which prompted his interest in Marine Biology, it was when he learned what the AAHW had planned did he step in.

Auditor - 6’3” - ??? The Auditor is a mysterious man, rarely seen in the facility housing the Mers. Who he works for is unknown, but his intention do appear crystal clear. He wants the magic, to harness it for himself.

#madness combat #madcom mer au #mpn #madness project nexus #madcom #madcom mer au lore