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sugoi-and-spice · 3 months

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DnD Commission for a really awesome Anon! Thank you so much for the awesome idea and your OC, and for letting me just have fun with it!

Fandom: DnD

Pairing: OC x Dragonborn, Humans, & Elf

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

CW: Scalie (Dragonborn), Monsterfucking (Succubus), Rough Sex, Gangbang, Self-Destructive Behavior, Cuckholding, PnV Intercoure, Spanking, Biting, Oral, Anal (implied), kind of Racism? Well, species-ism.

Love was war. One even more evil and malicious than the one Faust had grown up in. And that was saying something, considering how brutal and long the war between the Kingdom of Mortals and the Kingdom of Demons truly was. Even by demon standards.

Nobody knew how it started. There were legends on both sides about who fired the first shot, most exclusively blaming the other. Both had details that seemed equal parts plausible and equal parts ridiculous. The one thing that was confirmed true, is that it had been going on longer than whole generations had been alive. Including hers. An entire era of hatred and violence unfathomable to history before. Which made Faust’s very existence as a half-demon all the more implausible.

Her mother never explained to her how it happened, and she wasn’t around long enough for Faust to ever badger her properly. It wasn’t like it really mattered anyway. How it happened, whether it be an act of love or war, ultimately had no bearing on what her life would be.

She’d never really belonged in demon society. Well, to be honest, she’d never really belonged anywhere. But she stuck out especially in the world of fangs and wings and violence. She didn’t swallow souls, nor did she partake in the feast of flesh. She had her powers, weaker than most, but they didn’t seem to be for anything. After all, what was the point of being able to seduce prey if she herself didn’t predate.

If it was up to the majority, she knew that the demons would’ve killed her the day she took her first breath. Half-breeds were weak, and weakness had no place on the demon-side of war.

Maybe that’s why she ended up joining the mortals’ side in the end. To mortals she was strong, impressive even. She liked to think at the surface level that none of that mattered though. That she joined the Kingdom’s side because she cared about life and that deep down she was a good person. But she knew that wasn’t true. Good people didn’t kill just to fit in, they didn’t revel and bliss in their own powers of seduction. They didn’t yearn for a mistake in the battlefield so that her Commander would set her loose to bask in blood. Good people didn’t play with peoples’ lives, as much off the battlefield as on.

Good people were people. And she was not people.

No, in truth she just wanted a place to belong. To be accepted and maybe even, she thought in her young naivete, to be loved. She should’ve known how foolish that idea had been from the start.

In what world would she, a creature of violet skin and twisting horns, belong in a kingdom dominated by warm-toned humans? What mortal could accept, let alone love the very face of the enemy they were trying to protect their homes from? Who could love a monster?

Things did get a little easier when she joined the mortal kingdom’s side. In theory. Thanks to the King’s Pendant she was given, she was identified by anyone that saw her as a non-enemy. Spontaneous attacks and attempts at her life as she knew with the demons, mellowed to hushed whispers and fearful glances.

A lot of people thought that it neutralized her powers altogether, acted as a leash and collar that her party-members could hold and yield to their wishes. And in a way they weren’t wrong.

Did the pendant do anything to literally stifle her powers? Not in the slightest. But she took great care in not using them outside of battle, at blending in with the crowd as best as she could. By getting her lays entirely on her turn of phrase and tongue and skill alone.

Whether they realized it or not.

Many liked the idea of bedding a “tamed” succubus like her. It was like BDSM, being able to explore their deepest darkest fantasies in a safe environment, but further than that. In an environment that was considered socially acceptable. Forward-thinking even!

When really, they were just human pigs that wanted a taste of the rumors they’d all shared around the campfire as boys at one time or another. The story about how succubi are the greatest lays in existence.

And in this way, they’d be able to experience that legendary lay, and keep their immortal soul. Win-win-win, right?

Yeah. She supposed so.

After all, she did like the attention. She’d been starved for it for so long. For any attention. She’d always straddled a line that resulted in unending loneliness and rejection from all around her. Too human to be succubus, too succubus to be human. So many times, she’d wanted to be looked at with longing, genuine longing and compassion, not just violent lust. With positive intrigue, rather than confused disgust, a question of just what the hell she was doing there. A wishing she’d ceased to exist. And if meaningless sex was the closest she’d get to that peace, then she’d take it.

Yes, love was a horrible, terrible war. And that’s why she avoided it at all costs.

Faust was fucking exhausted.

It had been a long, long campaign on the eastern front. Her party had been pinned down for days straight until, due to the sacrifice of many, she managed to infiltrate the enemy Fiend Lord’s castle and seduce him into surrender. She’d fought and suffered just as much as her mortal party members, took even more overnight watch shifts too since she didn’t need as much sleep as the rest, and was as far on the front lines as one could possibly get. (She was the sole invader into the castle afterall). But of course, she received none of the glory, and all of the blame for her fallen comrades (who, from all of the insults they threw at her during the campaign, it was only through gritted teeth she called them comrades).

After all that, it was understandable why her body begged for the comfort of her bed. Her mind however had other ideas. Running rapidly through the horrors of the day, unable to process the horrible names and treatment she’d experienced on the front, she knew that any sleep she tried to chase would be evasive. She needed to make her mind blank, needed to be needed in one way or another.

She needed a drink.

Of course, that was easier said than done for a creature of her attributes. It was feat in and of itself for her to first off find a tavern in town that’d actually serve her, let alone serve her well.

So that’s how she ended up seated at one of the seediest inns at the end of town, surprisingly rowdy with off-duty soldiers and farmers alike, looking to pick up a girl or two (or three or four — that’s how cheap they were here), but woefully alone with no drink in her hand and no barmaid’s attention even after half an hour.

She expected as much of course, was used to having to fill her stomach with nothing but side glances and patronizing stares for a good while anytime she went out. So she found that it was these times that were as good as any to scope out for her companion(s) for the night.

To begin the hunt for her prey.

There were plenty of options tonight, a smorgasbord of men of which she knew would make fine, flattering company. Some tall, some short, many handsome, many more ugly. All of them eventually meeting her eye with either obvious disgust or ashamed lust.

All of them, except him.

Despite how crowded the tavern was, he was looking at her like she was the only one in the room.

He was a beautiful thing, truly. A dragonborn with scales that were more pearlike than white in their effervescence. They seemed to shine different brilliant jewel tones depending on the light in a way that she found intriguing hypnotic.

The dragonborn noticed her looking and quickly snapped back to the bar, sweet little lavender creeping up the back of his neck in a way she couldn’t deny was adorable. So he was a shy one, huh? That’s not what she would’ve expected from a creature like him, and especially not what she would’ve expected from a member of the King’s Royal Guard. Normally these men in golden armor were filled to the brim with confidence and bravado, that’s what wafted through the rest of the room after all. Then again, it wasn’t often one saw a dragonborn in the King’s Guard at all.

Members of the Guard were the most regaled and sought after positions in the King’s Army, and yet the ones with the absolute least work to show for it. As the King’s personal guard and right hand men, they never saw battle, but often acted as if they were on the front lines. She’d had some fun toying around with them before. They were so proud, so cocky, so above it all. Above her.

“I’ve never done this with someone like you,” they always said, in a tone that dripped with an unsaid “you should be grateful” attitude.

Fun in the chase, to watch the breakdown of their walls of pride and the blushes that dusted their cheeks as she led them upstairs to her rented room above the tavern. Fun to play with.

Absolutely awful in bed.

This one seemed different though. He wasn’t a captain or a knight, he wasn’t cut with rippling muscles built in the king’s private training grounds or covered in painted on scars. He was downright scrawny actually, clearly uncomfortable in his own scaled skin. It was quite the sight to see, especially for a dragonborn.

She didn’t usually go for types like him, or more accurately, for types like her. For the dragonborns and the tieflings and the other succubi that managed to sneak their way into the Kingdom’s “good” graces. No, she found her tastes firmly in those of humans, elves, and such. Was it prejudice? Maybe. She’d hate to admit it if it was. But it’s not like she wasn’t attracted to them. No, quite the contrary. It’s just that she typically went for the unobtainables, the ones who looked down on her and upon her with fear.

The ones who’d never threaten her with something real.

And yet, there was something about him, something she couldn’t describe, something she couldn’t resist. Something that had her walking up to the bar just to be near him before she could talk herself out of it.

He looked away quickly when he realized she was coming over, pretending that he hadn’t noticed her, hoping that she’d just think that he was zoning out. But the lavender blush across the pearly scales of his cheeks betrayed him.

It was pretty cute.

The bartender was facing her, staring right at her in fact when she approached the bar. But the second she tried to speak he turned his back to her. A few more times she tried to wave him down, but he was clearly determined to serve every other patron twice before he even bothered to look her way.

She was used to this treatment of course, but it didn’t make it any less frustrating. It had her forgetting why she’d come over here in the first place.

A throat cleared next to her. She turned towards it, towards the dragonborn. Oh right, that’s why. Wait… But why was that why?

“What um… What do you want?”

His voice was soft, gentle. It didn’t fit the heavy knight’s armor he and sharp dragon spines that he wore. Nor did the beautiful kindness in his eyes, the genuine desire to help. It was clear that, despite how long he’d been staring at her, he wasn’t asking out of any agenda or scheme to get her into bed. It was just because he wanted to help.

Maybe it was because he empathized with her. Or maybe it was because he genuinely was that nice.

She was bitterly sure that it was the latter.

“Just a wine,” she answered, “Red.”

The dragonborn nodded and politely raised his hand, cheating his body a bit to make his Kingsguard emblem clear and command whatever authority it was worth.

Which was apparently a lot, even for a dragonborn, considering how quickly the bartender attended to him.

She reached into her satchel to pull out some coins to pay the soldier.

“N-No, please. Don’t worry about it.” he insisted, catching onto her actions.

“Are you sure?”

He nodded, “I-It’s um… Tonight’s on my commanding officer for us all. So it wouldn’t be right for me to take your money. Not when I’m getting it all for free, y’know?”

She cocked a brow.

“But it’s alright for you to buy me a drink on your commanding officer’s coin?”

His eyes widened slightly, a slight panic raising through his scales. Clearly he hadn’t thought that one through.

Okay, now that was really cute.

She laughed, patting him on the arm, “Hey, hey — I won’t tell if you won’t, alright?”

He smiled, an adorable crooked little thing, “Th-Thanks.”

The Barkeep finally came around, setting the goblet of wine in front of the dragonborn, of which he promptly, but gently slid across the bar to her. She gave him a nod of thanks and took a drink.

“So,” she smiled at him, the wine warming her chest and her confidence delightfully, “What’s the occasion for your commanding officer to take you all out?”

He looked back at her, genuinely surprised that she was still talking to him.

“O-Oh, well we had a big victory on the Eastern Front today,” he answered, twiddling his claws nervously, “Did… Did you hear about it?”

She could’ve scoffed. Of course she’d heard of it. She’d been in it. She wondered how he and his company had heard about it honestly, considering how deep within the king’s castle walls he was undoubtedly stationed.

“Oh yeah… I guess I did hear about that,” she raised her glass to him, “In the King’s honor.”

He looked down at the bar awkwardly.

“You, uh… You don’t need to toast me. It’s not like I actually did anything,” he shook his head with a chuckle, “I’m just a King’s Guard after all.”

Just a King’s Guard. That wasn’t something she heard often. Typically the King’s Guard were happy to boast about such rank, and to take credit for victories of the front line. (Although they’d just as quickly shove away any responsibilities for failure). They were coveted positions after all. All the honor and glory of a soldier with hardly any of the risk. She wondered what had occurred in this dragonborn’s life to get such a position and yet to be so bitter about it. One — especially one that looked like him — didn’t just stumble into the King’s Guard after all.

He was interesting. Very interesting.

“And yet you celebrate.”

“And yet I celebrate.” he confirmed, taking a drink of his ale.

This was getting bad. She wanted to know more about him. To find the secrets of the sorrow in his voice, the truth behind his sad, gentle eyes. To connect with him. And that simply would not do.

Luckily, she was just as soon saved from the pit of her vulnerability by the boy’s Commanding Officer. A cocky, drunken idiot, from the way he sauntered over to them.

Good. Just what she needed.

“Maugor!” he bellowed, throwing an arm around the Dragonborn’s shoulders, “Just what are you doing hiding over here at the bar.”

He raked his eyes, leeringly, up and down her every curve.

“...And keeping a fine beauty like this all to yourself?”

She turned to him, a sensuous, rehearsed smile across her face. She extended her hand so that the Commanding Officer could take it into his own.

“And who might you be, Darling?”

“Faust.” she purred.

“Faust,” he repeated, just as sultry, placing a kiss on her knuckles, “I’m Captain Melphi.”

“Charmed.”

“I’m sure,” he grinned, “Now what’s a dangerous little thing like you, doing in a fine, upstanding establishment like this?”

“Sir,” the dragonborn, Maugor, hissed, clearly offended on her behalf.

But they both ignored him. Or she pretended to at least. She couldn’t help the way her heart skipped a bit at the backbone he’d instantly grown for her.

“I’m just looking for a good time, Captain.”

He whistled, “Are you now?”

“Yes. Some pure, good old-fashioned fun. Any idea where I can find some?”

“Let me buy you a drink, dear. And I’ll show you.”

She pushed the glass of wine Maugor had bought her out of Captain Melphi’s view, behind her back. Maugor noticed. But she knew she shouldn’t care. Let him notice. Peons like him weren’t why she was here anyway. It was only the Captain Melphi’s of the world that could make her feel truly good, truly safe in herself.

“Lead the way.”

Captain Melphi didn’t ask what she wanted to drink. He just bought several pitchers of ale and brought them, and her, on his arm back to his table with some of his other subordinates. She hated ale to be quite honest. But she took the overgenerous pint he poured her with fake glee. Anything to appeal to him.

He dragged Maugor back to the table with them too.

The long table Melphi had stationed them at was full with many members of he King’s Guard, but the ones that stuck closest to him (aside from her), were a young human named Tophel, and an elf named Les — pronounced “Leese”, he specified. Two humans and a proud, clearly aristocratic elf. She could think of no better companions for the night. Except for maybe—

She shook the thought out of her head, turning to Captain Melphi with intrigue as he made conversation.

“You’re wearing the King’s collar,” he said.

She smiled, stroking the pendant pressing gently into her neck with a coy fondness.

“Aren’t we all?” she asked, flicking her eyes to the Captain’s own medal medals on his lapel. Medals of glory and rank. Medals of the King.

Captain Melphi laughed, a sound both high and haughty.

“Yes, yes,” he answered, reaching forward and running his own thumb against her pendant, “But of course, I was talking about this pretty little piece.”

She let out a little gasp, one that she knew would send shivers of excitement up the Captain’s spine.

“Now how did a beautiful, wicked thing like you, get an honor like this?”

“I just had to be really, really good for the King. Show my tummy as it were.”

“More than that I’m sure,” Les snickered.

Captain Melphi laughed along with him, then walked his fingers across the table towards Faust, “And I bet that was pretty hard for you, you wicked little thing.”

Faust leaned into Captain Melphi’s touch and purred, “You have no idea.”

This was met with whoops and hollers from the two men, the other two sitting curiously silent through all this. The other human, Tophel, was staring enchantedly, unyieldingly at Faust. Maugor was looking at anything but.

She decided to have some more forced fun and play with Tophel.

“Do I have something on my face?” she asked the young human, “You’ve been staring at me like I’ve grown an extra horn or something.”

“Oh, n-no. It’s nothing like that, it’s just,” Tophel took a large gulp suddenly of his ale to give himself some liquid courage, “Well, is it true?”

She tilted her head, playing coy, but genuinely wondering what he was getting at. There were a lot of rumors floating around about not only succubi, but her specifically. She was curious just which this mortal man had heard.

“Is what true?”

“That you can’t use your… powers with that on?” he asked, almost drooling.

“Private,” Captain Melphi faux-snapped, although it was booming enough to strike the young man into attention, “That’s a completely inappropriate thing to ask a lady.”

“S-Sorry Sir!” Tophel yelped with a salute, noticeably only apologizing to his superior. And not to her.

Captain Melphi instead took that honor, running his wide, course thumb over the path from her manicure to her knuckles, “I’m so sorry for the impropriety, my dear.”

“Oh thank you Captain, but I don’t much mind impropriety.”

Captain Melphi smirked, almost growling out in his own excitement, “No, I suppose you wouldn’t, would you?”

She almost laughed. To think he’d scolded his underling for crudeness.

The word slut, whore, and all other nasty little variations hung off the end of his words, but he’d save it for now.

Save it for upstairs.

“My powers of manipulation and persuasion, dream-meddling and such — the ones that strip others of choice, and that his Majesty, the King, deemed too dangerous to go unchecked. Those have all been smothered by this,” she exclaimed, gesturing to her collar, “But others, ones that can help in battle. My shapeshifting, my innate understanding of desires, I was allowed to keep.”

Tophel gulped, completely ill-prepared for an explanation like that, particularly one delivered with such unyielding eye contact.

Captain Melphi, however, expected no less. He raised a mug in cheers, “Well thank God for that.”

Tophel and Les raised their mugs with a “here, here!” Maugor noticeably did nothing, just looked away uncomfortably. She wondered why.

She’d have her chance to dig for the answer soon, as her other three companions got caught up in their own drunken conversation at the moment.

“I’m boring you, aren’t I?” she asked with a fake pout.

Maugor snapped to her, genuinely taken aback by the question.

“What? N-No, you could never, why would you think that?”

“You’ve just seemed a little checked out ever since we sat down here.”

He moved to defend himself, but she was quick to make the kill, whip out the doe eyes and lay on the guilt that would secure him in her clutches.

“Look, I get it,” she sighed through batting eyes, “You’re here to celebrate a great victory for the Kingdom. The last thing you want to do is focus all your night on fraternizing with the enemy. Especially a halfbreed like me.”

It was a dirty little web she was spinning with her words to him, but she’d despise to admit that there was a little bit of truth to him. She liked Maugor. Felt a lot of chemistry with him, a warmth and comfort she hadn’t felt in… Well, she didn’t know if she’d ever felt this from a first meeting. She was intrigued by him, so a deep, deep part of her was devastated to think that maybe he didn’t feel the same way.

Maugor looked down ashamedly, whispering, “It’s not you.”

She smiled sadly, “You don’t have to lie.”

“No really, I’m not!” he insisted urgently, then leaned in, admitting drastically quieter, “It’s them.”

She cocked a brow. This timid little dragonborn had more spine to him than she initially thought.

“Not a fan of your Party, huh?”

“More like they’re not a fan of me,” he muttered then, “Of course, why would they be…”

She shrugged, “Oh I don’t know, it seems like they’re trying to include you.”

“They’re being patronizing,” he insisted, then added, a bit ashamedly, “Just like they’re being to you.”

Faust smiled knowingly, taking a sip of her ale. He was offended on her behalf. She couldn’t remember the last time that had happened. Had it ever actually happened?

“It’s to be expected though, isn’t it?”

“Yeah it’s to be expected… That doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

She hummed a little at this, “Hmmm. You’re a curious one, Maugor.”

He looked back at her, the bitterness in his gaze quickly giving way to curiosity.

“I can’t tell if you’re more offended on your behalf or on mine.”

“Well that should be obvious isn’t it?” he asked, smiling pitifully, “I’m not the one who has to wear a collar.”

“A lot of men like the collar,” she nodded over to his squadmates, “Makes them feel safe.”

“Anyone who doesn’t feel safe around you is a fool.”

“I have powers, you know.”

“Yeah? So does Les. Or any other idiot that stumbles upon an enchanted sword or staff. It’s not the ability that makes someone dangerous. It’s the person. And I know that you’re not a dangerous person.”

She looked away from him, finding it difficult to believe this sort of flattery.

“How do you know? You don’t know a thing about me.”

“You’re right, I don’t,” he hummed, “I just have a feeling.”

“A feeling?” she looked back at him with a deadpan.

“Yeah, a feeling,” he answered, “You feel… good.”

Her eyes widened. Nobody had ever said that to her before.

Lavender shot up Maugor’s face as he realized what he just said, “N-Not that way! I mean, I’m sure you do feel good— n-no! What I mean is— ah, damn…”

Faust couldn’t help but let out a laugh. And one laugh became a string of them. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed, genuinely laughed. Not the fake coy giggles she gave her prey. And she knew that she’d never laughed this hard before. It was a contagious laugh clearly, as once Maugor overcame his initial embarrassment, he joined in too, the two of them reveling in the ridiculousness of all this.

They finally fell out of their laughter just inches away from each other, catching their breath as they looked into each other’s eyes. There was chemistry between them. That was undeniable. She had a feeling that laying with him would be one of the greatest experiences of her life, but not just because of the sparks.

“Faust?”

She nodded, slowly.

No, there was something more there.

“I… I um… I’d very much like to kiss you now.”

Her lids grew heavy, her breath hot.

Something she could see herself building a life with.

“Only kiss?” she husked in a tone that had the spines up his back instantly erect.

She found herself leaning in, allowing herself to fall—

“Oh ho ho, what do we have here?” Captain Melphi finally butted back in.

She snapped back to earth, horror sinking into her skin.

Les threw two drunken arms around Maugor and Faust, hugging them both a bit too close for comfort into his alcohol-reeking breath, “I think this might be the beginnings of love!”

No. No, no, no, no, no. That was completely unacceptable. She had to end this now. Cut this sprouting bloom down to the root.

“Say it isn’t so!” Melphi cried in mock-dramatics, then reached forward and grabbed Faust’s chin, “You’re going to make the three of us feel lonely if you just go off with him.”

She hummed in equal mock-contemplation, “Well now we can’t have that, can we?”

Captain Melphi grinned wide and lasciviously.

“Madam!” he bellowed out to the innkeeper, “You have a room available for me and my friends?”

The innkeeper eyed Faust suspiciously, but ultimately nodded and waved over to meet her behind the bar.

Melphi slapped Tophel’s back, sending him to go collect the key as he and Les collected their things and finished their drinks.

As the boys alternated between drinking and whispering not-so-sweet nothings in her ears, she looked over to Maugor. He looked more than disappointed. He looked completely dejected. He’d certainly be bummed if the night ended like this, her going up to the room with his party members as he sulked soberly back to his home. But it wouldn’t be truly over. They could still run into each other, in the taverns or amongst the guard. They could still have something blossom.

And that just absolutely would not do. She needed to shatter all of those hopes and dreams. Hit where it would hurt the most.

“Got the key!” Tophel cheered as he practically sprinted back to the squad.

“After you then, my dear.” Captain Melphi gestured to Faust, to which she gave a teasing little curtsy that had the boys laughing. (Because what succubus could ever deem to try and be classy).

“Hey, you coming Maugor?” Les called back.

The dragonborn froze in the midst of bussing their goblets and quickly looked away nervously. “N-No, I don’t think so…”

“What?” Melphi demanded, “But she wants you kid. Don’t you, honey?”

Maugor looked at Faust, who nodded “shyly” at him, eyelashes fluttering, “Yes, Captain. I do.”

The dragonborn began to sputter, completely taken aback, “B-But I, I mean I don’t think— I’ve never—”

“Of course you’ve never,” Les snorted, “Nobody’s doubting that. So what better time than now?”

“Yeah Maugor! Come get your cherry popped!” Tophel cheered.

Captain Melphi rolled his eyes, quickly losing his patience with all of this verbal foreplay, “Are you seriously hesitating? When else is someone like you gonna get a chance like this again?”

Maugor looked down ashamed.

Faust approached him, cupping his chiseled, spiked jaw in her soft as velvet palms.

“Please, I want you to join us,” she purred, Maugor’s eyes widening as she turned his head up to look at her, “I want you.”

Faust gulped.

“O… Okay.”

Tophel was an eager one, unbuckling his belt before the door had even shut behind them. But Melphi was quick to stop him.

“Whaaaaat?” he whined.

“Be patient, private,” he explained, “This beauty here was Maugor’s find originally, he should be the one to have the conquest.

Faust rolled her eyes (out of view) as she shed her cloak onto one of the nearby couches. Well wasn’t he generous? She made her way over to Maugor, who stood awkwardly just next to the main bed, staring at it.

She walked up to him, splaying her hands across his breastplate. Even through all that armor, she could feel him quiver under her touch.

“Hi,” she whispered to him.

Maugor looked at her confused for a moment, but then melted a little, relaxed. Loving the way he was speaking just to her.

“H-Hi,” he breathed back.

She smiled. God he was cute.

“Awww, come on, can’t we at least all have her.” Tophel continued to whine, just within earshot.

“Soon, kid soon.” Melphi patted Tophel’s shoulder.

“Yes,” Les said under his breath, “Let the beasts have their moment.”

Faust tried not to cringe at that. And normally she wouldn’t, normally it would hit her armor and bounce right off. But this time she saw the hurt in Maugor’s face at that statement, and it made her heart ache. He looked like he wanted to turn around and say something. Something he’d probably regret.

So she pulled him down into a kiss before he had the chance.

Kissing a dragonborn was quite the experience. The texture of his lips, which appeared rough and rigid, were actually incredibly smooth and cool to the touch in an absolutely addictive way. His tongue, when she finally was able to pull it out of him, was long and strong, able to reach back to the back of her throat if he wasn’t careful. And she kind of didn’t want him to be careful.

And yet he was. So, so careful. His hands running up and down her back featherlight across her skin, careful not to scratch or catch in anyway. He never pushed forward or pulled her into him, just followed her lead. Part of it was probably his virginal status. But she was pretty sure that he was also just like this too. As sharp as he was, he’d never let someone get hurt on his point.

Maybe that’s why he became a King’s Guard. Not out of fear of death, but so he wouldn’t hurt anyone.

She pulled away reluctantly, a long trail of spit connecting the two panting lovers. She could kiss him for days she knew, but right now she wanted more.

“Do you want me to undress you?” she purred between labored breaths.

“N-No,” he answered, stepping back hesitantly, “I’ve got it.”

She smiled, smitten with his shyness.

That adoration very quickly turned to desperation however as he shed his uniform. Of course those beautiful, iridescent scales went all the way down his body, but what she wasn’t necessarily expecting was the toned, lean muscle they covered. He’d seemed downright scrawny in all that armor back down at the bar, but here it was clear that even though he may have been the runt of the hatchlings at one time, he was anything but weak now. He’d gone through boot camp just like the rest of them, and came out the otherside a gorgeous specimen.

God, and then there was his cock, she thought greedily as it bounced out from his trousers. Thick and dipping a bit under its own weight. It contrasted the rest of his body deep violet — a color she’d always hated in her own skin, but that she had to admit looked absolutely exquisite on Maugor.

She was on her knees in front of him before he could even turn back to her, capturing him in her mouth before he could get a single word out.

“Ngh—!”

His hands reached down to cup her face, pulling her off of him gently but shakily.

“P-Please, you don’t have to—”

“Do you not want me to?” she asked.

His eyes widened a bit, and then he looked away with a blush.

“I… I never said that.”

She grinned, pressing his cockhead against her lips as she whispered, “Then there’s no problem.”

He cried out, hooked toes audibly curling into the wooden floor as she took him back into her mouth.

The feel of him was even more glorious than the view. Impossibly hot, but smooth as silk. His precum tingled her tongue, and the dribbles of it seemed endless. She could feel her own body getting hotter and hotter with every taste. She realized all too late that it must’ve had an aphrodisiacal quality to it, and just how addictive it felt to be on the other side of a power like that.

Maugor gasped as Faust pulled off of him with a pop. She couldn’t wait anymore. He was making it impossible to wait anymore.

She looked up at him with pure sex in her eyes.

“How do you want me?”

Maugor gulped.

“I… I want to look at you.”

Her smile widened, god he was cute. She could definitely work with that.

She climbed back onto the bed with her legs spread shamelessly. Maugor didn’t dare move, too awestruck by the spectacular view, the heavenly situation he’d somehow found himself in.

Faust chuckled, falling harder and harder for his sweetness by the second, “Well? Do you just want to look at me?”

“Yeah rookie,” Melphi piped in, “Are you just gonna look? Or do you need your Commanding Officer to show you how it’s done?”

Maugor’s eyes widened in horror.

“N-No!” he yelped, then corrected gruffer, “I mean, no.”

He stepped forward, grabbing her legs with fake roughness (in reality he held her quite delicately), and moved them to wrap around his hips. Even his fake-dominance sparked something new in her, and it got her thinking just how much damage he could really do to her if he tried.

She sighed blissfully as she tightened her legs around him, reveling in the feeling of his smooth, cool scales pressing into her thighs. He didn’t even need to line himself up with her, the hot soak of her womanhood, the bullying weight of his cock, it was like they were made for each other, magnetic. Like two missing puzzle pieces, he instantly started to sink.

Maugor let out a strangled yelp that had their other companions bursting out laughing.

"Attaboy, Maugor! Attaboy!” Captain Melphi cheered out.

“Woooo!” Tophel joined in, as Les applauded politely between them.

But Maugor ignored them, tracing his claws delicately along her jaw. He was too engulfed in the way that she moaned and writhed just on the feeling of him being inside her. Everything about him, the size and stretch, the texture, the heat it was enough to have her almost cumming on the spot.

Almost.

She tightened her legs around his hips, urging him to fuck her.

“W-Wait,” he gasped, “I-I-I don’t think I’m gonna last.”

Faust smirked. God he was so cute.

“I don’t mind, sweetheart.”

“I do,” he whined.

She chuckled, reaching her hand out to rest against his chest. It glowed subtly at where they connected and Maugor’s eyes widened.

“You have nothing to worry about my darling.”

And suddenly he grew even harder inside her.

“I’ll keep you going as long as you want.”

A blissed out growl tore from the back of his throat then, animalistic in it’s gratitude as he dragged himself out of her slowly, then slammed back in definitively.

Faust practically squealed in delight, falling in love with the way his claws dug ever so slightly into the meat of her hip and shoulder.

“We can switch positions anytime you like,” she gasped out between thrusts.

“N-No, no way! You’re… You’re so beautiful,” he groaned, cupping her entire face in just one of his hands, “So, so beautiful!”

Something struck her oddly at those words, the desperate honesty in them. Something that had her chest aching and eyes prickling. So as Maugor figured out a new, delicious roll of his hips, she threw her head back not just from the pleasure, but to whip those feelings back.

She lost track of how long he fucked her, it could’ve been minutes, could’ve been hours — she wanted to let him go on for days. Particularly when he found a brand new rhythm, his legs spreading wide enough so that his thich hit the mattress with every thrust, that forced her own knees up into his ribs. Grinding and humping into her deeper and harder than before.

“S-So good, amazing! I-I wanna fuck you forever!” he groaned out.

And she had full intentions of letting Maugor do so, to fuck her until he was in tears begging her to cum. And yet, with the feel of his pelvis grinding into her clit, the powerful thrusts of his strong, beautiful cock unlike any she’d ever had, and the overwhelming feelings he was filling her with, she found herself coming completely (and prematurely) undone.

Her hand fell from Maugor’s chest, twisting tight in the sheets as her orgasm wracked through her, and as a result, her dragonborn companion was not far behind. His cock swelled impossibly harder, hotter as he slammed into her with newfound feverishness, chasing his own orgasm desperately behind her.

“Oh— Oh, god, I— I’m—!”

Maugor dropped his head into her shoulder, instinct completely taking over as he sunk his teeth into the crux of her neck. They went deep, those sharp monstrous teeth of his, but his cock went even deeper, bullying further and further into her until it was kissing her cervix. Then, when she was as tight to him as physically possible, did his body finally allow him to cum.

Instinct. That’s what she knew she should write it off as. Nothing more than an instinctual need to mate. And yet, she found herself getting completely lost in his grip, in the warmth and desire that his tightness promised. It was like he never wanted to let her go, not even for a second. Like he worshiped her.

Like he was falling in love with her.

The feeling was even harder to deny when he finally pulled away from her, horror filling his expression as he saw the dribble of deep violet blood pooling down into her collarbone.

“O-Oh my—” he panicked, looking around quickly until he could grab a piece of clothing (one of his dressings notably), to clean her off with, “I’m so, so sorry!”

She smiled up at him dazedly, falling deeper and deeper into his cuteness, that sweet lavender blush of his.

“I-I don’t know what came over me! Really, I’m so so so—”

“It’s okay!” she finally spoke, stopping Maugor’s rambling in his tracks. She reached up to him, running her hands along the spines on his jaw affectionately, “I actually really liked it.”

Maugor’s light lavender flush suddenly set ablaze a raging violet close to her own skin. And she couldn’t help but giggle. How such a sweet, adorable thing could have ended up in a haughty, terrible organization like the King’s Guard, she’d never know.

And she really couldn’t wait to find out.

“Oh you did, did you?” Melphi suddenly said, shocking Maugor and Faust both out of their stupor.

They had both forgotten that they weren’t alone.

She snapped back to the Captain, white hot panic flooding her chest. For anyone else, that panic would be at the realization that, after potentially just making a soul connection with Maugor here, she’d now have to deal with the three other King’s Guardsmen, rubbing themselves with and without clothes at the sight.

But she wasn’t anyone else. And fucking more men wasn’t the problem.

What was she doing? Getting emotionally attached to a lay? That’s not what these escapades were for, that’s not what anything she did was for. Following down this path, it’d only get her hurt in the end.

She needed to do what she came here to do, do exactly what she’d always intended with Maugor and end this, end this right fucking now.

“I should’ve known a Succubus Slut like you would like it rough,” he smirked, reaching his large, commanding hand towards her body.

Maugor hunched over her protectively, making her heart ache. Why was he making this so much harder than he needed to?

“I think she’s had enough,” he growled.

Captain Melphi shook his head with a laugh, “Oh virgins. Come now Maugor, that’s enough of that. It’s time to share.”

Maugor crouched tighter over her, appearing totally like a dragonborn worth the name.

“She doesn’t want to!” he snapped.

Melphi just looked between the two, amused.

“Is this the truth dear? You don’t want the rest of us?”

Maugor glared at his commanding officer, “That’s what I said—”

“Of course I do.”

Maugor snapped back to her, shocked.

“Wait… W-What—?”

Captain Melphi smirked, reaching his hand down past Maugor and running his thumb along Faust’s bottom lip.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

The corners of Faust’s lips quirked a little back, before she opened it slightly to allow his thumb access. She wasn’t obscene about it, she just let her mouth go soft around him, her tongue running sweet little swirls around the tip. Regardless, it caused a nearly inhuman growl to leave that human.

“And that’s what I love to see.”

Faust rolled over onto her hands and knees, her mouth latched to Melphi’s thumb the whole time. She barely threw back a teasing glance at Maugor as she climbed out from under him, but that was long enough for her to see the devastated look on his face.

And even more troubling, long enough to make her feel bad about it.

Tophel had practically clamored over his squadmates to get to Faust. And even though Melphi had been the one to pull her away from Maugor, he was a chivalrous enough Captain to hand her over to his subordinate with grace.

The young human soldier was completely obsessed with her tits. Squeezing and rolling them, pinching and biting. They were everything for him. Everything.

“God they’re perfect,” he whined from between them, “So perfect.”

Les and Melphi snickered from the couch across from them. Shaking their heads at the shameless display of their youngest squadmate.

“Yeah, you’ve been in them for like ten minutes!” Melphi called out.

“Aren’t you bored?” Les added.

“Never, oh no no, never!” he cried out before latching himself onto her nipple in a manner that had her struggling not to roll her eyes.

Melphi chuckled, turning to Maugor who sat actively looking away on the couch arm.

“What do you think, son?” he asked, “Think that rack is worth all that hype?”

The dragonborn didn’t say anything. Just took a swig from one of the bottles of wine they’d brought up to the room and stared at the wallpaper.

Melphi waved him off, turning back to the scene in time to see Tophel shoving Faust onto her back so that he could climb onto her chest.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about.” he chuckled.

Faust, figuring the drill, grabbed onto her breasts and started to push them together for him as he pulled off his pants and shimmied up to straddle her ribcage. But he held a hand out, stopping her.

“Not yet, just one second,” he told her, “Hold them open actually.”

She gave him a confused look but did as she was told.

Then he spat on her chest.

Les and Melphi burst out laughing across the room, particularly amused by the confused look on Faust’s face.

“Now rub ‘em together.” Tophel ordered excitedly.

“Oh you sick, fuck!” Melphi laughed.

Tophel ignored them, just looking at her expectantly.

“Well, come on.”

Although taken aback, she did what she was told. Rubbing her cleavage together and in rounds so that Tophel’s saliva coated the skin in-between evenly.

“Now open again.”

This repeated about three more times, Tophel spitting all over her breasts, her nipples, and her having to rub it all about herself until she was completely coated and shiny in her spit.

“There we go,” he practically drooled, grabbing her tits from her and holding them together almost painfully tight, “That’s what we want.”

And he slipped his dick between them, only lasting a good five pumps before he was coating her skin all over again.

Les just wanted her mouth. An Elf like him would never dare to sink so low as to sink his dick into a filthy succubus. And honestly, even calling it a blowjob would be generous for herself. Apparently, he was too high and mighty to believe that a literal sex demon would ever be able to pleasure him.

His fingers curled tight around her horns, moving her head up and down and up and down at a quick, yet metronomic pace. Every time she tried a move of her own, he’d immediately pull her back, giving her an obnoxious tutting and a finger wag.

“Nuh-uh-uh. Not like that. Just follow my lead, silly girl.”

His lead apparently was just jacking himself off with her mouth.

Everything about him was perfect, she supposed. His endless silver locks. His fine, truly porcelain skin. The lithe, rippling muscles of his abdomen. Anyone would be lucky to even be seen with him, let alone have him as a lay.

That’s what he kept telling her anyway.

“This must be a big deal to you, to have an elven cock in your mouth. I’m sure you’ve never dreamed of having something this fine.”

Before she could nod or even hum in agreement, he was giving a quick little patronizing pat to her forehead.

“No need to answer. I already know.”

“God, Les, you’re a douchebag!” Tophel groaned from across the room.

“Hey now, hey now, Tophel,” Melphi scolded, “You had your fun, now let the douchebag have his.”

Les scoffed at them.

“Fun? Oh please, this barely even passes the t-time,” he said in a voice, that through its breathiness and cracking said something completely different.

The closer he got, the longer he kept her pinned to his perfectly angular (and shaved), pelvis. At one point he wasn’t even pulling her back anymore, just holding her in place as he rolled his hips, fucking the quickly-constricting back of her throat.

When he did finally yank her head back for the last time, allowing her to gasp and sputter, dark-faced, he was just as quick to slap a hand over her lips, looking her dead in the eye as he pumped himself quickly, perfectly.

“Now don’t you dare swallow.”

Faust understood. After all, who was she to even think about swallowing precious, elven cum?

Ugh, whatever.

Captain Melphi himself was an ass man, in every sense of the word.

She gasped as he slapped a broad palm with moderate power against her cheek.

“That wasn’t too hard, was it?”

Faust looked back up at him from her place across his knee and smiled pretty.

“No, not at all Captain.”

Melphi grinned absolutely obscenely.

“Oh yeah, I bet you like it hard, don’t you?” he growled, punctuating with a slap across her ass much harder than the last.

She yelped out in surprise, “Y-Yes! Yes Captain!”

Melphi bellowed out a laugh deep from within his gut, practically giddy from the pleasure this abuse brought him.

“You see this boys?!” Captain Melphi called out to his squad.

Les and Tophel looked up from their spots across the room, where they had been recuperating with wine and smokes.

“This is what we’re going to do to every demon bitch we come across on the battlefield!” he cheered with another, harder slap.

“Here, here!” Tophel back.

“You don’t even have to worry about whether you’re hurting them or not!”

Slap.

Tophel and Les watched the sight, completely entranced.

“They’ll fucking like it!”

Slap.

Maugor laid abandoned on the spare bed across the room, his back to them all.

“They’ll fucking love it!”

Slap. Slap. Slap.

“Isn’t that right you dumb, succubus whore?” he paused his assault momentarily, so as to growl into her ear.

Tears started to prick the corner of her eyes. From the pain, from the words, or from the fact that Maugor couldn’t even bear to look at her anymore, she wasn’t sure. She supposed it didn’t matter. After all, this is what she’d wanted. This is all she could ever truly bring herself to hope for.

So she swallowed back her tears and looked back at Captain Melphi with a wobbly smile.

“Y-Yes, Captain. I fucking love it!”

Melphi let out a combination of a groan and a laugh, his cock twitching hard at that pathetic, beautiful look on her face.

“Go bend over the bed, bitch.” he commanded, giving her ass one last slap.

She nodded, getting up onto fawn-like legs that made the men around her laugh as she stumbled over to the bed. She started to bend over so she could grab onto the sheets, but was momentarily stopped by a perfectly unsoldierlike hand. Les’ hand.

“Nuh uh uh,” he wagged his finger at her, “Not quite yet.”

Les took a seat right in the spot that she was about to bend over, stroking himself back to full mast.

“Now go ahead,” he waved to her aristocratically, a gesture that just seemed absurd when done next to his own desperately pumping hand.

She did as told, bending over Les’s hips, registering out of the corner of her eyes that Tophel was hurrying onto the bed next to him, getting himself into prime tit-grabbing position.

And then Melphi saddled up behind her, the thick hairs of his bare thighs rubbing against her own.

The gang's all here, she thought bitterly. All except Maugor of course.

Faust gasped out as Melphi pushed his cock roughly against her clit, giving Les the prime opening to pull her down onto his own dick. She moaned deep around him as Melphi rubbed the tip of his cock up and down the length of her pussy, coating himself, coaxing her.

It felt good, great even. The greatest she’d felt with any of these three. Although of course, nowhere near as close as she’d felt with Maugor…

No! She scolded herself. No, those thoughts needed to stop. After all, he could barely even look at her anymore. Any chance they may have had of being together had been shattered. He had been shattered. And that was a good thing, the best thing even. It was what she wanted! She needed to focus on what she always wanted.

She pulled herself off of Les so that she could beg, “Come on, please.”

Melphi cocked a brow at what in another tone of voice could be mistaken for a command. But he’d let that slide, given the circumstances.

“Oh, you want it that bad huh?” he grinned, swirling the head of his dick around her clit, “Some nice, good human cock.”

“Y-Yes, please,” she gasped.

Melphi chuckled, pulling his dick slowly one last time up the back of her pussy, and further still, until it was nestled right in at the pucker of her asshole.

“As you wish.”

Hours later, the room was still. Not particularly silent though, as the Guardsmen she’d laid with all seemed to have a nasty snoring problem. (Yes, even the fucking elf).

But that wasn’t a problem. The deeper they slept, the easier this’d be.

She opened up Captain Melphi’s satchel. Like the others, there hadn’t been any big or exciting treasures. Just way too many bills and coins than any person with a brain should be carrying around, especially when they’d be leaving their coin purses out amongst strangers.

And also like the others, she didn’t take all of it. Only about a quarter, a pretty new chunk of change, but not enough for Melphi to immediately notice. This was maybe the sleaziest part of her routine, she’d admit, but how else was she supposed to get money to live off of?

It’s not like the King paid demons like her.

Faust stood up, her spoils thrown over her shoulder in her own satchel. She made her way to the exit, not bothering to look back. After all, what would she even find? Everyone was knocked out.

“Is that what all this was for then?”

She froze.

Everyone except him.

Faust turned back, locking eyes with Maugor who sat up in his bed across the room. His stare was hard, hateful. Just like all the others.

And it broke her heart.

She hardened her own resolve, staring back at him just as coldly.

“It was.”

“All of it?” he breathed.

“Yes.”

Maugor shook his head, clearly brokenhearted, but more than anything disgusted. It was a look that she hated to see on his sweet porcelain face. It truly didn’t belong there.

“Are you gonna turn me in?”

He tsked, amazed that after everything that was happening here, that was all that she had to say.

“Just get out,” he growled, “You’re not worth the trouble.”

Faust smiled, a sad desolate smile she was sure that he would interpret as taunting, “I’m glad you realized that.”

Maugor just waved her out of the room, paying no mind to the treasures she’d collected. Let her have them. Let her have them for her sick, silly, pathetic demon life.

And so she left.

She made her way out of the room, out of the tavern. Through the empty streets back to her little closet of a room in the military barracks.

Feeling just a bit emptier than when she went in.

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Vanilla

TW: smut. Dom!Rafe. Language.

SUMMARY: Rafe sets out to prove a point.

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Vanilla

"Rafe-" You questioned him solely by his name alone as he had led you from the steps of Tannyhill to his room, your body appreciated in such a way you had longed for up until now. Every single kiss was deepened and touch seemed longer as he made you breathless long before the door closed at your back.

"Rafe-"

"Shut up." Your eyes flashed widely in his direction.

"Rafe..." You were allowed to say his name one last time before he took a harsh grip to your jaw.

"I heard everything you said to your little friends...." He removed his shirt, your eyes magnetized to his muscles as they contracted effortlessly to every motion he made, "Vanilla...hmph?" He asked, drawing his belt from his hips in one swift sweep as you swallowed hard, eyes ablaze with lust.

"I've only been 'vanilla' because I didn't want to scare you...because I didn't want to be too much...because trust me, baby...every single one of my depraved thoughts have you bent and broken in a way that having anything vanilla would be a vacation-a relief. But you're bored with that? Then let me show you everything else but 'vanilla'-" You were turned to the door, hands forced above your head, wrists bound by his belt, as he used the tail left by the leather to keep them above your head, as his second hand pulled your hair far and quick enough to make you gasp.

"And just remember...YOU wanted this." He smacked your ass. "Get on your knees on the bed. Don't say a fucking word." He interrupted himself as you obeyed, excitedly eager to obey as you waited on the edge of the bed, just as he requested, nothing but ambition on the forefront.

"You didn't understand. Turn away." He directed as you obeyed, "Wider-" He explained while then reaching between your legs and to that belt, pulling it tight until you were forced with your forehead against the bed and your ass remaining in the air.

"Don't believe me? My sheets always smell like you...Sweat. Sex. And cum. My favorite scents from you..." He was quick to continue his thoughts as you tried to fathom this change in him. Unsure if you revelled in it or were more frightened by it.

"I DO appreciate you saying I'm the biggest you've had...because we both know even just on your back, nobody has ever fucked you like me..."

"Mmmhmm.." You agreed, feeling the need to validate him while also trying to keep obeying him. But this simple response would send another slap to your ass.

"Ankles together." He demanded as you felt the bed suddenly shift behind you.

"You deserve a reward for being so honest with them. But you make one sound and I'll give you a reason to whine every time you try to sit..." Before you could fathom his words in any context, you felt his tongue between your folds. Your lips retracted immediately as you gripped to the sheets beneath you to the best you could with the binds forced to remain. A scissored part of his fingers widened you to him, his tongue supplying torturous circuits throughout your clit and sex, drawing every nerve to his command, as he smirked to how you trembled.

"You're desperate to get fucked, is that it? All this time I've been too sweet with you?" He smacked your ass again, your eyes screwing shut as you nodded.

"Then I hope you know what you're in for baby. Not even the prettiest of pleas are gonna stop me tonight." He warned. "So I hope you got enough romance before, baby. Because tonight..." He forced you to his face him, on your knees, as his hand was deceptively sweet at your cheek, only to finalize in a harsh grip through a makeshift ponytail made from your hair.

"I'm gonna be as rough and hard as I've always wanted. You're gonna cry and beg. You're gonna hate me." He leaned down, his second hand tracing your bottom lip.

"And when you realize you're too sore to walk...maybe even talk, you'll choke out a thank you...But right now...You're gonna choke on me." The button of his shorts was removed as he dropped the fabric to his ankles and held you at the erect curve of his cock, waiting for you to begin.

"I know you were just being honest. But I'm gonna make you wish it WAS only vanilla after this..." He threatened, forcing you to take him to the extent of your throat. A violent gag made him grin as tears were immediate in your eyes.

"Don't close them. I want you to see just how 'vanilla' this is-" He shot, your obedience instant as he lowered to kiss you, needing to validate his care for one final moment.

"Better pay attention from now on baby...never know who's listening." He continued to use your throat as an outlet.

"Just the tip!" He finally ordered. "Slowly-" But you wandered farther than this. Well aware where it was he was the most sensitive. The space beneath his cock, one dripping with your drool, would be met with your tongue as his hips flexed into you.

"Fuck! You know JUST what to do, don't you baby? Too bad you can't listen..." He pulled you over his lap. A series of spanks and fingerings would pull you to an edge, only for you to be withdrawn. The rise and fall of ecstasy at the cusp of your patience had only inflame your desperations as you spoke his name in whimpers to showcase this. But through each strike of your skin or pistoning of his digits curving and stretching inside of you, you welcomed the torment as it exhilarated you in contrast to what you had been accustomed to. You loved how he was in prior instances, soft and smooth, his words silenced for the actions validating how he desired you. But this was a new level of want and need. So much so that there wasn't a section of your body he hadn't struck or gripped as he bent you as promised. Tears and pleas echoing behind desperate breaths as you ached and trembled before being set over him in a straddle.

Your ass was raw from the strikes he had repressed until now.

"I knew you'd take me so well, baby...But now you need to make me come. Those fucking moans and all that begging is making me need it...so give it to me-"

"Please...my hands...untie me." But he would only set himself between your arms as you were guided to veil his cock inside of you.

"I've made you come three times at least, so I know you're wet enough to fuck me hard. And I'm expecting you to. No fucking excuses. No pity. Show me you deserve my cum, baby, yeah?" You would be prompted to begin, his fingers guiding you for only a moment before you took the lead.

"That's fucking it! That's my good girl, riding my cock like a whore...but you're good for me...so good..."

"Yes!" He gripped the back of your neck, rooting you in place.

"You think THIS is vanilla?" He asked with a hand coming to your throat, "You like being choked, dirty girl? Clenching me even harder, desperate thing-"

"Rafe!"

"You're so greedy...You've come in almost every position I can put you in with your hands like this and you STILL want more?"

"Yes!"

"Then fucking take it-" He grunted, rooting up in to you before a deep French kiss would bring you to guide against his mouth.

"THIS vanilla for you? Raw ass? Teary eyes? Sore pussy? Hmmm?"

"More..."

"So fucking greedy-" He spun you onto your back, reaching behind his neck to drive your hands above your head before he wrapped the tail around thr headboard and pulled it tightly.

"Let them hear you. Let them hear what 'vanilla' sex with Rafe Cameron feels like."

"Fuck!" You chorused, his hand to your clit making you desperate beneath your tremors as he scoffed.

"Making me come like this..."

"Yes! Please come!"

"I'm gonna come because I've fucking earned it. Because this pussy is the best fucking shit I've ever had. But you EVER embarrass me like that again, and you'll only ever be used for me. You think you're sore now?" He scoffed.

"Please. I'm sorry."

"Show me how much. Prove to them just what you want...what I'm giving you..." He clenched his teeth.

"I've already proven my point." He nodded as you clenched around him with purpose to do so before feeling him tense over you. Hours spent pounding into you, drawing sweat and pleas from your lips, and you were left beneath him just as he promised.

"What do you say now since I was nice enough to teach you a lesson, baby?"

"Thank you." He nodded.

"Good girl."

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× series masterlist × main masterlist × × <- previous × next -> × seventeen (ot13) x gn!reader genre: mystery, thriller, drama warnings: journalist!reader, strategy consultant!joshua, alcohol/food mention, written as a journal entry in the first person, dates given as dd/mm/yyyy word count: 861 taglist: @hipsdofangirl × @strawberri-uyu × @asyre × @minhui896

When our conversation was done, Jeonghan thanked me. He expressed that it was nice to talk to someone new after years of living alone and speaking to the same few people over and over again. I merely smiled, unable to make a comment.

He opened the door to his apartment and told me to wait there while he strolled over to 5B and knocked three times. The door eventually opened, and a man with similar length, more reddish hair greeted him cheerfully, before he eyed me with confusion.

I remembered that Jeonghan had talked about him - his name was Joshua.

Jeonghan explained who I was. Joshua was intrigued; he told me they hadn't seen another person's face in years. It truly struck me then how, while solitude is a positive factor to living here, that loneliness could still be prominent.

Joshua was open to having a chat with me, after Jeonghan told him the broad strokes of what we talked about. He similarly remarked that he did indeed have a lot of things he could tell me, and even joked that my journal would be full by the end of the day.

By that point I realised the sixth floor had since gone quiet.

I rolled my shoulders back and headed over to 5B; Jeonghan then whispered something in Joshua's ear that I couldn't decipher, but it caused his jaw to drop and him to say a small 'oh, absolutely'. I didn't pry.

Jeonghan went back to his apartment, and Joshua happily invited me inside.

name: joshua hong date of birth: 30/12/1995 date moved in: 10/12/2017

Much like Jeonghan had said, 5B was equally small and the floor plan was near-identical.

We sat down beside one another on matching cream recliner chairs. They were made of velvet, and I could feel the texture between my fingers.

Between the chairs was a wooden side table with a glass top. An intricately detailed pitcher with a golden liquid sat in the middle, and four clean, delicate drinking glasses were right beside it. "Care for a drink?" he offered. I politely declined, but I confirmed if he wanted one, and said I would pour the glass. He smiled and thanked me, then lifted a glass while I poured the beverage: whiskey, with a particularly strong smell.

"Today is turning out to be quite the rollercoaster, huh?" he chuckled, taking a sip of the whiskey.

"You could certainly say that again."

"I feel as though I should apologise. You weren't expecting to wander in and find that note at the reception desk. I didn't actually think he'd do it."

"Do you have any idea of why he might have?"

Joshua shrugged. "That's something you'll have to ask him. Definitely a provocation of sorts, but honestly it's any guess with him."

I opened up my journal and started taking notes. "Jeonghan told me that there was a landlord here, but that he left before anyone moved in."

"Project Drawbridge was a failure. In every sense of the word. Too far from anyone, built on an old, desolate part of land where a warehouse once stood." My brow pricked up at that. "Oh, yeah. Used to be a waste facility if I remember rightly. Nobody was ever going to live here."

"So, why did the thirteen of you end up here, apart from the fact they were essentially free?"

Joshua took another drink of his whiskey and set it down on the side table, before looking me in the eye. "Let's just say, it gave us all the fresh start we were looking for. I suppose Junhui didn't tell you he stopped being a journalist because he feared someone finding out he lived in the 'Silent Dweller', i.e, the source of much speculation and mystery."

I shook my head, but the casual drop of such a revelation shocked me more.

"Thought not. If his company found out, he'd have to explain himself, and thus everyone knows now. He left quietly."

I sat with this information for a while. Joshua took another drink of whiskey, before getting up and walking over to the fridge. He took out a punnet of grapes then shut the door.

When he sat down on the opposite chair again, he offered me a grape. My shoulders were still tense from that information. I declined.

Details of note from our discussion:

joshua was a strategy consultant for a major business, but left not long after he moved in

project drawbridge switched contractors multiple times

2A wanted his (joshua's) apartment, but joshua refused to switch

3B leaves the apartment block the most

the last person who entered the apartment block was a potential investor, in 2020 - he heard noise coming from 1A, and thought it was haunted, promptly leaving

drawbridge drew its 'silent dweller' reputation from this event

3A is not a horrible person by any means, he just has strong opinions

1B is the youngest resident

1A is a very social person - he held a housewarming party in his apartment back in 2018

6A can be quite defensive but he's not horrible - he's really just a calm, reserved person

× yoo-jeongneon ×

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen au #seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #hong joshua x reader #⚡yoo jeongneon⚡#the sticky tab series📑

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Scott Clarke is an NPC (I'm dead serious)

Scott does So Much (yes, I'll be capitalizing often in this post) for the story in season 1 and yet is developed more or less not at all. He's a side character. Do I expect to get to know him on the level I know Mike or Joyce? No. It's the fact that he does So Much and yet we know So Little that's odd. I know more about Vickie than I do about Scott despite how much more screentime AND impact Scott has had.

I’ve been looking at some Suspicious Behavior surrounding Scott, which I’m writing a separate post on. So in this post, I won’t be theorizing about anything we don’t know about him. I want to talk about the role he plays as we see it.

I had this thought and once I had it, I couldn’t get rid of it. See, my thought was, “Huh, Scott’s kind of like the chorus in a play.” And I keep thinking about that. The role of the chorus (historically...like Greek historically) is to provide information the audience needs that the actors cannot themselves give. Sometimes they offer commentary on what the actors are doing. Sometimes they offer foreshadowing. Sometimes they announce a tonal shift.

You know when you read a book and there’s a conversation like,

"Are you hungry?" "No, I’m good. I doubt I’ll ever feel truly hungry again now that I’ve lived through the Four Year Famine." "That’s true. Those were a hard four years after the Leprechaun Army of Willyfilly Forest turned all our crops to marshmallows, and when the marshmallows melted on the hottest day of the summer and ruined the soil etc. etc."

and you’re just sitting there like JFC nobody talks like this? The chorus makes it so you don’t have to listen to characters over explain things to each other in abominably unnatural ways. But they aren’t characters whose independent arcs are explored.

In season 2, Scott literally introduces us to Max and in doing so, also reveals to us that she is MADMAX. His first lesson is about the human brain, and he tells us that there are 100 billion cells inside working together as one. This foreshadows the hivemind. His second lesson is about Phineas Gage and how his behavior dramatically shifted after the rod incident. This foreshadows Will’s possession. His third lesson is about instinctual fear and this one is literally given as a voiceover on top of Mindflayer Will approaching the hot bath. It couldn’t be any clearer. Scott’s role in season 2 is very blatantly the Chorus role. He delivers information to the audience and that is all.

In season 1, it isn’t that he’s speaking TO us to provide us with the information we need, but that his EXISTENCE provides us with the information we need.

Example: Instead of suffering through something along these lines—

"The Heathkit is so cool. It’s amazing that it’s able to reach so much further than a regular radio."

—we have Scott teaching the boys about it because it’s just arrived. This is pretty much storytelling 101, basic Show Don’t Tell. But what has me stuck on it is that this is ALL Scott does. The only reason Scott needed to be in the woods searching for Will that first night was so that he could strike up a conversation resulting in the revelation that Hopper lost a daughter.

But here’s how I look at it: Scott’s like an NPC. He just appears while you’re on your important mission to communicate with Will and says, “I’ll give you the key to the Very Important Radio but first you have to do something!” and then you have to go to this assembly and there’s this minor bad guy you fight there and then you get to go use the radio. Or you’re on the Scour the Woods quest and NPC Scott pops up and says “I found this piece of cloth! Looks like it’s from the lab!” And you have to go on your Scour the Lab quest.

Scott Clarke is the true NPC of Stranger Things. There is one instance of Scott Not Furthering the Plot in season 1 and it’s when he’s at home, watching a movie with a ladyfriend (the biggest plot twist of season 1) before Dustin interrupts to make sure he doesn't get too comfortable and gets back to his job of Driving the Plot. So Scott tells him how to make a sensory deprivation tank.

I said that like a joke, but it’s actually so fascinating to me that we don’t just see Scott picking up the phone when Dustin calls, which would have been in line with everything else we’ve seen from him all season. This includes when Connie comes to wrangle the party’s identities out of him. We don’t see what he was doing before she arrives. We see her knock and only then do we see inside as he answers the door. But in this scene, we catch this brief glimpse of Scott’s life before Dustin interrupts and that interruption genuinely feels like it’s saying, “No, no, Mr. Clarke. You’ve misunderstood the assignment. You’re supposed to be helping, not relaxing.”

This happens again in season 3. We actually see inside his garage as he paints a little DnD figure while Joyce is knocking on the door before he hears her and gets up to greet her. It’s just a brief glimpse of his life outside of school. So what we know about Scott is that he likes science, he likes film, and he likes DnD. We actually already knew he liked DnD because he knew what the Vale of Shadows was in The Flea and the Acrobat and we could have guessed he liked film because he’s in charge of (and enthusiastic about) the AV Club. But what we know about Scott is, in short, his interests and that he cares about his students.

I think I need to take a moment to talk about why Scott is different from other side characters. Let’s keep on with season 1 for now. Barb is only in two episodes, but she’s developed enough that we see her emotions. We understand her worry that Nancy is outgrowing her. We see her frustrations as she’s dragged to a party where she doesn’t feel comfortable and then as Nancy abandons her. But ultimately, Barb IS the plot. She’s the instigator for Nancy’s journey. Similarly, Troy is the plot, serving as an obstacle for the boys. Tommy and Carol are antagonists to Nancy and Jonathan and offer Steve a self-growth arc. All of these side characters further the characterization of a protagonist. Scott only furthers the plot. (Don't @ me, I'm not implying he wasn't a great influence on the kids, I'm talking about what we see onscreen)

There are also side characters who don’t really do anything most of the time but maybe have a scene or two where they actually do something relevant. Like Holly. She’s just around most of the time, but then she notices the lights. Or Flo. She’s just at the office doing her job until she offers up some words about love and stupidity to Nancy.

No other side character consistently furthers the plot Every. Single. Time. they are on screen. And yet Scott is totally undeveloped. It’s his complete lack of independent journey combined with the way he appears solely to reveal information the protagonists require that makes him like an NPC. If he did not exist, the plot would halt. He is a destination the protagonists need to arrive at in order to achieve their goals. This is true of both seasons 1 and 3. In season 2, the plot actually would have been fine without him (I wouldn’t. I would not have been fine without Scott, FYI) but he was there to offer us foreshadowing and themes. His Chorus Era, as I am deeming it.

Season 2 also contains the only instance of Scott Not Furthering the Plot AT ALL in a scene. It’s at the Snow Ball. He’s briefly seen tacking up a banner and then again greeting Dustin. Nothing is revealed about him or his life through these moments, but they don’t serve the story in any way and frankly, that’s refreshing. Good for you, Scott. It isn’t like in seasons 1 and 3 where his peace is interrupted. Although, technically, Dustin still has to interact with Scott here in order to get into the Snow Ball.

I’m trying very hard to wrap this up without going into Theory Mode because I’m saving all that for my other post, but I feel like I just shat out a bunch of nonsense if there’s no Great Point I’m making. Conclusion: this character was written with a very specific purpose in mind. The writers made sure he was essential in every scene he is (has a speaking role) in except for one quick non-character-building interaction. And for a character so Important, he is left unusually underdeveloped. I don’t think this was an accident, that’s all. Scott Clarke for ST5.

#scott clarke #stranger things #I have no idea how to tag this one this is about to flop so hard #my dumbass post

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sankta-starkova · 8 months

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LETTERMAN

022; the field trip

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summary: the one where ej and andy realise that there may be some romantic feelings between them that hadn't been there before, or had they? the new year test this revelation

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EJ and Andy sat in a room in front of a camera as they prepared for the news show they signed up for, the east high morning news show.

"Welcome to the East High Morning Show, I'm Ej Caswell," he said as they both sat on the chairs

"And I'm Andy Kennedy and we're co-hosting the first ever East High Morning show," she introduced herself.

"Cause I'm the president of the AV club," EJ said with a grin.

"And I'm also the president of the AV club," she said with a laugh, the two smiling at each other.

Andy had been trying to convince Mr Mazzara to let them have a morning show for ages and now that there were more people in the AV club, it was allowed.

Now the two of them sat there, nobody knowing about their relationship as they co-hosted a show.

"And now for our first guest, you know her from the Rose Song which has been blowing up the East High Instagram," she said and EJ quickly cut in.

"Sorry, quick reminder, tickets for Beauty and the Beast go on sale next week," he added in.

"Thats right EJ, now, please welcome Nini Salazar-Roberts," Andy said and she walked in, the duo cheering.

After her song about being the Rose went viral, they were hoping to convince more people to come onto the morning show and to come see the theatre production.

"Thanks for having me," she said and EJ placed a finger on his ear like he was on a real morning show.

"This just in, Ninis song has over 2,500 views, making it the most viewed post in drama club history," EJ explained and Nini looked shocked.

"Nini, how does it feel to be you right now?" Andy asked and Nini said she felt good.

Nini had never had this level of popularity before and it felt weird, but also kind of nice

They continued the interview until the show ended, the three having to go to an impromptu meeting by Miss Jenn.

"Everyone, attention please. We are in such a good place and today our wonderful actor/designer Kourtney Greene is going to show you the completed costumes," she explained and everyone cheered.

Kourtney pulled the tarp off of the rack and everyone cheered as they saw their costumes.

But then she went to show individual costumes. She showed them the details of the dress and the design.

"EJ, I gave you some abs that would make Captain America proud," she said as she handed him his costume.

"I have abs, ask And-" then he realised what he was saying and froze, "-ask Ashlyn my cousin, who must have seen me at water polo practice,"

He looked so awkward and Andy just giggled, her and Ashlyn watching from the other side of the room.

He hoped that the comment wouldn't make people think that they had slept together because they hadn't.

They'd done other things, a few heated make out sessions with a shirt or two off - thus allowing her to prove that he had abs.

"Well, everyone has abs, these are Kourtney Originals," she said and he took it with a smile.

Clearly she had not heard the slip up that he had as nobody commented on the words.

"And every Gaston needs a Beast," she said before realising the mask was missing.

"I know where our beast mask is," Carlos said as he looked on his phone. He showed everyone a picture of the North High drama stage.

Everyone looked at it confused, not seeing it. "What are we looking at?" Andy questioned.

"Look at the trunk," he said as he zoomed in, but they still didn't get it, "Thats obviously Beast fur. It makes sense why they would want to take it,"

It wad a little bit blurry and some people would definitely not believe that it was the Beast mask but they had no other leads.

"We have to get even right," Big Red said after everyone agreed that it definitely was the Beast mask.

They were all bickering amongst themselves, Andy not sure that North High had taken their beast mask.

"They posted something new, 'North High gonna steal your heart this spring' they must have stole it," Carlos said as he read it off his phone.

Maybe they were reading too much in between the lines or maybe they were just teasing them and wondering if they even knew.

"Stop. I want you to keep looking for that mask and let it go," Miss Jenn said, "Understood,"

They all nodded their heads, muttering that they understood as she left the room.

But as soon as she had left, they rushed over to North High as fast as they could.

By the time that they made it there, they were all ready for the sneak attack. They stood in the hallway, Carlos organising them.

"Based on their Instagram post, the mask has to be in the costume shop," he explained.

"Isn't this kind of trespassing?" Seb questioned, looking around suspiciously.

The group didn't say anything as they knew that it was kind of wrong to be stealing something back but they had stole it initially.

"There will be other people still in school, we'll blend in," Carlos said, trying to reassure everyone, "Though Ashlyn, you may have taken the camouflage thing too far,"

Everyone looked at Ashlyn as she wore a yellow hoodie that said 'North High Hornets'

"No, today, I am Diane. I play volleyball and I love North High," she explained to everyone.

Andy and EJ laughed about it, everyone talking amongst themselves and Carlos got frustrated.

"Focus! Who's gonna be the lookout?" He asked, looking around at them.

"Me and Andy could be lookout. I can't promise I won't go all Gina 1.0 and Andy can reign me back if I try to escape," Gina explained.

Andy smiled at her friend, placing a hand on her shoulder as a supportive mechanism.

"Okay, we've got this. Everyone ready?" Carlos asked and everyone nodded their heads with excitement.

"What team?" Ricky asked with a huge smile on his face, placing his hand in the middle of their circle.

"Wait, maybe we shouldn't yell," Carlos said but his voice was frowned out by everyone else placing their hands in the middle and yelling out 'wildcats'.

"Be careful," EJ whispered to Andy before he walked off with the others.

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codenamehazard · 7 months

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.:Mournful Maelstrom:.

Chapter 17: Mournful Malestrom

Hey guys! Another slow chapter to further cool heels as we see what Cole's up to after the last chapter. Hope you guys don't mind!

Let's jump in!

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Dirt and gravel crunch under my feet as I wander the battlefield on the outskirts, a place I know nobody will follow me. I didn’t know if any of Mako’s friends had noticed my absence, but I didn’t care. They’ll be fine not knowing. It’s none of their business anyways. They don’t need to know and I don’t want to explain.

I walk over to the body of a husk and kick it over, looking at its gnarled face and emaciated body. A broken shell of what once was a Conduit from what I understand. A Conduit who’s powers turned against them and became like a parasite, draining their body. I continue on and see all of the crumpled bodies surrounding me, some were charred to cinders from my Lightning Storm. I scoff at those matchsticks, even crushing the head of one.

If I’m to be honest, I’m numb to these sights. Sights of devastation and death, I’ve caused quite a few. Hell, I even reveled in some. The feeling of absolute power, knowing how easily I can bring armies to their knees, have them pleading for mercy and showing them none. Giving society the monster they begged for.

But this stroll… Is different. While the sight of these broken bodies give me hits of dopamine, it did little to dull the pain of my heavy heart. For this battle had a casually I actually gave a damn about.

Speaking of that casualty, I walk over to the body of the one who caused it. The heap of genetic nonsense that was this god-awful thing. Its corpse looked like it had been picked at by vultures. I sneer at it as I kick one of its bones and crush it. As I do, a thought clears through the chaos in my mind. A line of questioning that has cycled through the years again and again since the beginning.

It seems it’s always the same when it comes to Conduits and their relationship with their powers, I saw it with Sasha and Alden, I saw it with Bertrand, the Swamp Monsters and the Icemen and now I’m seeing it here on an even greater scale. Twisted minds and warped bodies. I look at my own hands, shifting my powers to reveal my Beast form. Staring at my ashen skin and twisted black veins. Even my own power has corrupted me to some extent.

Yet…

My body wasn’t fully corrupted. Even in this form, my humanity is still there somewhat. A pale echo, but still there. Why? I mean… Yeah sure, it could be argued it’s a ruse, like Bertrand’s disguise, but still… When that bastard’s true form was laid bare, he looked like a monster, wholly and truly. Yet here I am standing, my power of the Beast showing, yet I still look human. Even with the color-change, my features are unchanged. I still look like… Me. Why?

I shake my head as a new string of thoughts come through, the situation I really wanted to think about. I stare at the monstrous corpse one more time before walking away, heading off to a clearing where these twisted forms won’t distract me.

Away from the town and the bodies, I sit in an open field, staring at the night sky before pulling out a coil from my backpack, a piece of the Amp, one of many pieces. This weapon, the last thing that Zeke ever gave to me. Something he toiled day in and day out to create, crafted to perfection. Something that started out an olive branch to mend our friendship and became the last scrap of the life I used to know… Of the only friend I had in this damned world…

And it’s gone.

The turbulent thoughts crash through my mind like a raging storm, breaking through the emotional barrier I had up and letting the tears flow free. The screams of a broken man rip from my throat as I grip the sleeves of my shirt and curl up into a ball. I have tried so many times, spent days trying to repair it on my own and I couldn’t!! I couldn’t fucking fix it!! I let go of my sleeves and bury my face into my hands before wailing in grief. The Amp, it’s broken, shattered, in shambles, destroyed, ruined, and I can’t fix it!!! The only thing in the GOD-FORSAKEN WORLD I gave an iota of a damn about! The last remnant of my best friend, my brother, and it’s gone!!

My body heaves and trembles with broken tears as sparks pop off of my back. They don’t stop flowing down my face. At this point, I don’t care as it’s the only thing I can do. Scream and cry. At least I’m far away from any prying eyes, lest I be ridiculed.

The tears keep flowing and the sobs keep spilling until my voice is shot and hoarse, my whole body aches from the relentless wailing and screaming, but at least now I don’t feel like I’m fighting against a tidal wave and my head’s a little clearer. With a shaky breath, I let out a ragged sigh.

Now that I’ve had my pity party, I can now think. God, it’s ridiculous. I made this choice. It’s my fault Zeke’s gone, I killed him.

“Just like you killed her.” A familiar venomous voice hisses out in my mind, but I shake my head to keep it from taking root.

Wiping my tear-stained face, I think back to the day Mako and I talked in Droptown. How she suggested I should seek out the Gunsmith, how highly she spoke of Kestrel. I also think about our history. I know Mako said that if I went to her to fix the Amp, she would do me no wrong… But how can I trust her? After everything she’s pulled? With her biting words and her fiery spite, I wouldn’t put it past her to do something just to hurt me since she can’t do jackshit to me physically.

Still… In that same history… The bird has shown glimpses of the side that Mako talks about. Her apologizing and taking ownership of her fuck-ups, to me of all people. Someone who tried to kill her, someone who hated her guts and someone she hated in kind. Yet, she still apologized to me. The last person anyone would think she owed an apology to.

Then there was the battle with the mutant gorilla thing. She could have let that thing take a swing at my head and lop it off. It would have freed her from her obligation to me. She wouldn’t have to uphold her end of the bargain. She would never have to deal with me ever again. Hell, letting that thing body me would be doing the world a favor as far as society was concerned.

Yet… She pushed me out of the way. Why?

To add on top of that, what was with that “Besides, I have a deal to uphold, don’t I?” thing? She actually… Wants to uphold the deal? Her end of the bargain? Why? I upheld my end, she got the shards and finished her project and even though it was a flop, she still was able to finish it before that monster showed up. She had an easy out, why didn’t she take it? I shake my head, nothing about that girl made any sense to me.

But in that rambling stream, I found a flicker of hope. It’s a dim one, but a light is still a light. She wants to uphold our deal, that means she’s willing to work with me despite everything… And might be willing to change our arrangement. I know it means I won’t be getting my shotgun, but at this point, I couldn’t give a shit.

Compared to the Amp? That gun is worth less than the dirt on the bottom of my boot. I would happily give up ever getting a gun I could use just so I can have the Amp fixed.

My mind now made up and my emotions calm, I stand up and vent out the rest of my pent up energy before making my way back to Droptown, hopefully the Misfits haven’t left, but if they had, I can wait in town. Since it is a bit of a hub for them. I may not be a patient man, but I’m willing to wait as long as it takes for a chance to have it fixed.

I know this is a gamble, as there is always the chance she’ll say no… But I’m willing to take that chance.

For Zeke…

#infamous #infamous 2 #cole macgrath #demon of empire city #infamous: no man's land #xeno writes #zeke dunbar #I hope y'all ready for some sade boye hours #Eat up ya angst piranahas

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kaleidoscopic-quiddity · 2 years

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ok nobody asked me to elaborate but heres my pjo a(ro)spec headcanons

piper: aromantic lesbian

the whole false memories thing with juno made shit SO difficult to figure out

like she was a 16yro girl, already struggling to figure out her place in the world vis a vi being nattive, being mixed, being adhd and dyslexic, and then her baby aro lesbian ass gets fake memories of a boyfriend??

her thing with jason was the biggest instance comphet+compallo attraction in existence okay

its not until piper gets away from the questing/camper life and subsequently, the aphrodite cabin, that she starts realising how she feels about romance and re-evaluating some stuff

considering her relationship with shel, i see her as romance positive/favourable but she defo has some complex feelings going on there

speaking of, piper was so focused on the revelation that she was aro that it took her a while to figure out she was lesbian too

she kind of assumed she was some flavour of ace for a while but other sapphics around camp clocked her and gently nudged her towards the realisation of ‘yes you dont feel that way about guys. but have you considered: women?’

piper: i thought not wanting to date anyone meant i didnt want to kiss anyone, but... i think.. i want to kiss girls

piper bolting awake at 3am after a dream about her time on the argo ii: oh shit i totally was into annabeth wasnt i?

leo: aromantic bi demi-grey-asexual

oh gods leo valdez

he has zero fucking clue he’s anything but straight and allo until reyna casually mentionsn one day that her and a lot of the other hunters are asexual

he’s only ever heard of gay, bi and lesbian so he asks reyna what ‘asexual’ means

cue the most epiphany prompting conversation of leo’s life

leo voice: wait so you’re telling me that there are some people who just like, arent interesting in sex, at all? and not only that, but ppl can feel that way about romance too?

once terms like demi and grey start getting thrown around too he kinda has a freak out and reyna sends him off with a book abt asexuality and aromanticism + some awkward advice

three months of introspection and more than a few breakdowns later leo figures out that hes aro, hes demi-grey-ace, and that that is most likely why his relationship with calypso didnt exactly work out

(he also thinks the terms cupioromantic and/or quoiromantic/sexual might aply to him but hes not wholly sure)

just like piper he had some major compallo going on, he just thought being ‘girl crazy’ was how guys his age were supposed to act and never questioned why it felt like more of a joke for him rather than his true feelings

he figures out the bi part once he goes to college and is like cmon man i already had one sexuality crisis do i really gotta do this shit again

jason: aromantic straight demisexual

jason wasnt raised with as much allo/amatonormativity as other ppl bc he was literally raised by wolves then the legion, but juno yoinking his memories kinda fucked with that

once again, serious case of compallo in regards to piper, he knew he found her pretty and liked her as a friend and didnt understand for a long time that a crush was supposed to be ‘different’ or ‘more than that’

jason struggles with his sense of identity and definitely has this strong heroic leader persona he puts up and well, the hero always gets the girl doesnt he?

he died before he got the chance to really figure out that he was a(ro)spec (and that there were words for what he was feeling) but he knew he felt different about romance and sex than most other teens

the fact that he was more worried about them not being friends anymore rather than losing his girlfriend when piper broke up with him kinda tipped him off

he did have some pretty big queerplatonic feelings for both piper and leo though which in hindsight kind of explains, other than the trauma, why he bonded with them so quickly

annabeth: biromantic asexual

a decent number of athena kids are aspec (their mom literally conceives via a ‘meeting of intelligent minds’, no sex required at all) so she kinda slot herself pretty easily into the ‘asexual’ label after realising that despite dating percy for literal years, she had zero interesting in getting more ‘physical’ with him

(percy is allo but doesnt give a shit about sex if annabeth doesnt give a shit about it. he’s just happy to be close to her)

precisely because of the fact that’d she’d been dating percy for years meant that figuring out the biromantic part took ages lmao

it feels really obvious to her in hindsight

annabeth: ‘oh gods percy i had a crush on thalia, i had a crush on clarisse, i had a flirtationship with piper, i almost had a crush on reyna’

percy, in the middle of his own bi crisis: i know the feeling wisegirl

she doesnt really,, do much?? after figuring out shes bi, annabeth’s already happily in a committed , monogamous relationship, but it feels nice for her to have learned something new about herself

overall i see her as sex neutral/indifferent, she doesnt hate the idea but its not something she’d really intentionally seek out

as mentioned, percy is pretty sex neutral/indifferent (but like, in the allo way) too so the two of them just never really bother lol

quickfire bonus round:

reyna, evidently, is our canon allo-ace queen. this isnt a headcanon i just like reminding people :) she’s also bi/pan oriented (she uses both terms interchangeably)

thalia is aroace and has never once gotten what all the hype is about, she assumed people were joking or like at least overexaggerating when they talked about romance and sex

artemis/diana is also aroace obviously (apollo is pan tho, theyre twins they balance each other out)

frank is demisexual n straight

calypso is demisexual and demi-lithromantic, pan oriented

travis stoll is allo-ace, connor stoll is aro-allo, they think this is hilarious

magnus chase is also greyromantic and demisexual, bi oriented

ok im done

#pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo headcanons #hoo headcanons #any and all aphobes will meet a swift end #oh and percy is totally bi btw like fucking LOOK at him #og post //#*rubs my little aromantic gremlin hands all over your faves*

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ray-just-ray-thanks · 2 years

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Part 3 - My personal experience

Tw: Internalized Aphobia, Aphobia, triggering language as in referring at a person as broken or defective (tell me if I need to add more).

Master post here

How Good Omens helped me to accept my own queerness and accept that I was who I was. How their relationship relates to my queer experience (and incidentally how I feel and show love) and how the discourse (hopeful accidentally) keeps invalidate my experience and that of many others.

As I said before Good Omens grew with me. I loved the book for more than a decade now. The first time I read it I was a very different person and as I re-read it in the years it always gave me the same feelings of being at home.

I identified as asexual and I do not use the label Aromantic quite yet, because I'm not ready to accept it. I always hated labels, because it made me feel like I did a commitment, that I could never change my mind. It's stupid, I know, I still cannot shake this thing off me and a small part of me still agree to be unlabelled for now. Anyway, I feel like I'm spiritually more near the aromantic folks most of the time, but not ready to be there yet.

My main revelation was being asexual and, in some way, Good Omens was one of the, let's say, signs of Apocalypse, because I was not ready and somehow ended my world as knew it and started a new and better one.

When I was little, I didn't understand why people wanted a relationship, a romantic and sexual relationship. I was quite disinterested to say at least, but I always tried to be a good child and follow what the society determined as "normal", because normal is good.

So, I lied. Let me tell you, I'm a good liar. But in private I always wondered why I was broken, why I couldn't be like anybody else and want a partner instead of pretending to want one. Why I couldn't feel those butterflies in the stomach or crazy horniness that everybody else was feeling. These words follow me around more than 10 years of my life: why am I so broken?

You see I never questioned my feelings; I knew that I didn't feel the hungriness for the body everyone was describing, I knew that I wasn't interested and I didn't feel pain for it. I didn't feel like I was missing out, I just didn't care, but at the same time I was feeling hurt, because society wanted something from me, and I knew I didn't have it.

So, I lied and I masked my real feeling and I sugar coated everything to help other accept me, I felt like a healthy carrier of some disease. Healthy but still missing something.

I never knew that it was normal. I never knew I could have a word to explain everything. I didn't know I was just Asexual and not broken. I didn't know it was okay living like that and be happy, even if it was different from everybody said was normal. I haven't discovered it since I was 20 years old, 20 years and nobody told me it was normal that I wasn't just a broken or defective person.

Then I finally found AVEN (Thanks Heaven, pardon the pun) and that was it, my Apocalypse, my new start.

Let me say this, it wasn't a pretty start, I was hurt, I had a shit ton of internalized aphobia, still have, I just wanted to be normal, why couldn't I be normal? Why was I that strange and beautiful and sweet and perfect label? I was so hurt it took me weeks to even re-open AVEN for a second time, then part of me felt angry, so so angry, because I was robbed of my normalcy: I could never turn back and pretend asexuality didn't exist.

After this I felt robbed, just robbed.

All this time, all this awful experience with romantic partner I felt forced to have because it was “normal”, all the promises that I would grow over the phase, all the enduring for nothing. NOTHING. Nobody will ever give my small self back the time I spent feeling like I was this some sort of sick monster, I was robbed forever.

Finally, after all this, it was months, I felt peace. For the first time in so long I was finally able to rest and revisit all my life in new lenses (the one I already had, but I couldn't name). All the small experiences I had, now, knowing I'm just asexual, make sense, perfect sense. It was normal, it was my normal. I was not, for a matter of fact broken just asexual, just me.

Now with the context, I know it's long ass post, forgive me, I cannot do a summary of a text to saving my own life. How did Good Omens help me?

Here the thing, I never liked romance in fiction. I was bored to death by it, so the only thing I could do was reading comedy and noir (even that was a stretch, you could be surprised by how much homicides can make a protagonist horny, never understood it, that was the real mystery, but the stereotype of the Misanthrope Detective really helped my search for a not-romance oriented fiction, thank you Conan Doyle).

So, I discover pretty soon Terry Pratchett, the type of love he described never disturbed me, it wasn't overly romantic, it was chaotic and fun as everything else. Then I read Good Omens and let me tell you, metaphorically I fell in love. First time I read it I was laughing my ass off, I loved the zanies of the all thing, loved Death (I read all the books of Death by Terry Pratchett by then, so I was a big fan of HIM) and the concept of the four motorcyclist of Apocalypse, Shadwell make me laugh so hard and the notion that Madam Tracy did another type of work flew over my head completely. I loved the friendship of Adam group and I loved Aziraphale and Crowley, I was smitten with them for some reason I could not explain. I knew they loved each other and I shipped them by the end of the first reading. (And surprise, surprise my shipping is asexual, can you believe I was creating story since when I was a child about asexual people without knowing it was that? All my characters are mostly asexual, all my story I can clearly see my sexuality, it’s amazing and I wish I knew it was okay. It wasn’t a strange type of love, it was love.)

I loved their type of relationship. I loved that they could demonstrate their love by being normal about it, or so I though, no overly dramatic speech, no disgusting and romantic feelings. But they went out eating, they drink together, they were vulnerable together even if they were hereditary enemy and they were there for each other when in need, but not overly present in each other life, they have their space and stay together when they want to be and by the end, per authors admission, they were settled in a little cottage in the south.

Most of this is like a strong friendship for other people, for me it was what a perfect romantic relationship could look like. So, most of the time it hurts me when people dismiss it like queerbaiting because it's not enough queer for them, and by proximity I'm not enough queer for them. But I am, I know I am, because I had to be through hell before coming here and admit I'm queer.

They're relationship was always a comfort for me. It was hope that someday I would find a relationship like theirs. Took somebody out to eat, spent quality time with them and then came back at my place to relax a little by myself and by the time I was ready again to be out with them and enjoy their company I could call them and start over, and over, then when the time was ready became flatmate with them, a little space called home, everybody with their space. No sex included.

I remember the only time I expressed this sentiment was when I was ten and somebody asked me what love life would look like, in the context my friend said she wanted to have two kids a boy and a girl and I answered I wanted the type of love old people have.

Old people (or at least the ones I had in my life) weren't overly romantic, but they spent 50 years together, they didn't need to demonstrate they were in love, they just were, they were married, they lived together, they helped each other, their romantic gestures were cooking together, give each other small gift, flower just from the garden and play cards. Their love language was playing cards all evening, till late night. I didn't know what made me love that type of love so much, people say that at that stage love is just dead, to me it was the most beautiful way of living.

I didn't know but I just wanted a relationship without the sex part, easy as that.

The most thing I find Crowley and Aziraphale relatable with is this, they have the type of old people love I like. I express my love like that and most of the time I'm just happy with platonic relationship.

My life proceeds like this: I go out with my best pal and go eating with them, I want always the best for them and I would give them the world if I could. I go in a quite bookshop and we spent hours looking for books and then we nerd together at their home and sometimes we cuddle. I'm not a really thouchy-feely person and I don't really like being touched, so this the most comfortable you will ever see me be.

My dream would be to coexist with them in a place, our home and be happy forever like that, me with my job, them with theirs and spent quality time together when we want. I would love them dearly, just as Crowley loves Aziraphale, but if another person without knowing and distractedly looked at our relationship would call it just flatmates. It isn't. Why should my love have less value than the more "acceptable" ones?

It's just another type of love, but it's still love. This is what I was meaning when I said there were many types of love and ways to express it.

So, when I discover the label asexual, Good Omens and the representation of that queerness just made sense to me. They were like me; I recognized their relationship as the one I wanted.

Like me, many said that it was just how they liked to live, others said that the most expression of love for them was with strong friendships, others with a Queerplatonic Relationship, other again, like myself, just a relationship without sex, nothing dismiss their experiences. It's still love.

Good Omens was my comfort even without a label, that’s why I advocate so much with the free interpretation route. You know it’s love between them, but you choose what type of love you want to see.

If it was market strictly as something it wouldn’t be that comforting anymore, if somehow, they were newly canonized as gay, I would have felt robbed (other than angry because of Sir Pratchett works being disrespected), same as if they would be canonized as Asexual or Aromantic, what about the other people that found comfort in shipping them in a sexual or romantic relationship? What about the thousand of other older fan that found comfort in other headcanons?

I cannot be happy whipping out other people comfort and fun. Therefore, I think that the open interpretation we did for years before the adaptation is the best way we can coexist.

I will forever grateful, even if this weren’t the intention of the Authors (even if many of Terry Pratchett characters were my comfort on this road, so my personal speculation is that he was onto something himself).

On a personal note, so looking at their relationship as A-spec person, I love Good Omens because its level of queerness is for everybody and it was my comfort, I recognized their relationship as something I wanted for myself. It gave me one of the few role models of how I wanted my relationship to be, not be chained at the amatonormativity life everything else seems to be lead.

Part One

Part two

Part three (you're here)

Master post here

#Good Omens #asexual pride #asexuality #aromanticism #Aromantic #Queer #Aphobia #internalized aphobia #acephobia #amatonormativity #Discourse #Queerbaiting #Triggering language #triggering themes #Aven #aziraphale #Crowley #ineffable husbands

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rrinkyoo · 2 months

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MASQUERADE

chapter one | wattpad link

t. fushiguro

agent!toji x stripper!reader 🎀

as an undercover agent, toji examines a mysterious nightclub in shibuya city in pursuit of a high-profile case. in the amidst of his investigation, he finds himself intrigued by a fascinating dancer who he knows will be the answer to his questions.

!! this is a re-upload! i decided to start publishing this series on wattpad instead 🎀

lowercase intended

word count: 2.2k

warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of rape (not in this chapter), mentions of murder, assault, cursing, reader being uncooperative, mean toji (sometimes), luna is a stage name

shibuya city, nestled in the heart of tokyo, was a magical place. bright lights adorn the signs and buildings and hundreds of people weave through the streets. during the daytime, the city is filled with hundreds of people weaving through the streets. laughter echoing from every corner, conversations spewing left and right, and groups of people reveling in fun.

but as the sun dipped below the horizon, its innocence fades, and a new city is born. music booms through the walls as the clubs and bars open, and the energy shifts tremendously.

exotic dancers, gamblers, criminals, you name it. they all roam the streets of shibuya when the sun goes down. the energy changes into one that's filled with heavy excitement, passion, and desire, where everything is an escape from someone's mundane life.

however, people are blinded by the horrors that go on behind the scenes. darker and haunting set of circumstances, that could torment someone for eternity if they happen to get involved. but hidden by the haven of pleasure, nobody suspects a thing.

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the department was in its usual state that day. not too busy, with the sound of printers and clacking of keyboards being the only sounds that were heard, and the occasional slurping of people drinking from their mugs. toji fushiguro was sat at his desk, reviewing a recent case that had been dealt with.

a manila envelope plopped onto toji's desk, which caused him to look up from his computer and at the man who dropped it. “what's this?” he questioned as he opened the envelope and took out the stack of papers.

his case officer, shiu kong, took a huff of his cigarette and blew the smoke to the side. “new case.” he said nonchalantly as toji flipped through the papers. “pretty big one if you ask me.”

the name *Seventh Heaven* was plastered on the front. “seventh heaven? that one club in the middle of the city?” toji asked. he knew of it, of course he did. it's all everybody ever talked about. good music, amazing drinks, and beautiful girls. but it never piqued his interest.

shiu nodded in response to his question. “yep, some shady shit going on with them. and not just here, every club in the city.” he added as he took one last puff of his cigarette before stubbing it out on the ashtray on toji's desk.

toji's eyebrows raised at this information. “all of them?” he wanted to say he was surprised, but he wasn't. he always had a gut instinct about these clubs. with how much money they had? there's no way it was all made *just* from them.

“mhm, all of them.” shiu confirmed. “it's like a.. chain. everyone working together, you know? we've got the idea, but not enough evidence for convictions.” he explained. toji nodded as he continued to read through the papers.

human and drug trafficking, money laundering, illegal gambling, murders, blackmailing, and almost every other crime you could name under the sun was listed in this paper. how did they do so much and get away with it so easily?

“how do we not have enough evidence if we know all this stuff?” toji asked. shiu shook his head as he lit another cigarette. “it's all just speculation. we gathered stuff in the system and it mostly led back to the clubs.” toji nodded once again.

“so.. tonight?”

“tonight.”

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he'd only entered the club just a couple of minutes ago, but toji's head was already pounding and he wanted to leave immediately. the atmosphere wasn't something he was used to, driving him way out of his comfort zone.

pulsating with almost intoxicating lights, the air was filled with heavy perfume and alcohol, and a hefty scent of marijuana was present. sweaty bodies of people dancing took up half of the room, and the beat of the music amplified everything around him.

he deeply exhaled before turning to face shiu. “let's do this.” he muttered. shiu nodded and the pair of men went their separate ways. toji knew (and dreaded) that the investigation would take weeks, even a couple of months to crack. so he knew that whatever he did, he needed to do it carefully and cautiously.

shiu's job was fairly simple. all he had to do was watch over toji and keep his cover in case anything happened. toji's on the other hand was way more difficult. he needed to get *inside* them.

befriend the bouncers, the bartenders, and the dancers to see who spills. there were weeks and months of long and tiring work ahead of him. now was the time for him to get started.

toji awkwardly slid through the crowd of people, making his way to the stripper lounge where an unsurprisingly large group of men sat. it was sad, to say the least. all these men were either broke and spending all their money to get a good time or out cheating on their wives and fucking over their kids.

toji sighed deeply as he found an empty seat and sat down. he glanced around the place to observe all of his surroundings. everything had an uneasy feeling. everyone seemed suspicious.. he should get prepared just in case–

“give it up for luna!”

his thoughts were interrupted by the lights dimming, followed by the announcer's voice booming through the speaker. as the colorful lights shone back on, the silhouette of a girl was all the audience could make out. and yet, this alone was enough to send an uproar throughout the whole club.

toji's eyebrows knitted as his gaze bounced off each person that screamed beside him. he continued to stare at the girl as she posed from the shadows. *what's so special about her?* he asked himself. but when she stepped forward, he understood why.

she was the embodiment of a goddess. her skimpy outfit barely covered the areas of her body, and her movements were alluring as she swung herself fluidly on the pole. toji was caught in a trance, he couldn't seem to close his mouth he hadn't even noticed opened. but what really grabbed his attention, were her eyes. they were captivating, almost siren-like as he would describe it.

there was no doubt in toji's mind that she was what he needed. her popularity was evident based on the reaction from everyone, it seemed that she'd worked here for a while.

he was so mesmerized by her that he didn't even how fast the time had passed until he saw her get off the stage. even though it didn't, the spotlight seemed to follow her as she walked off, casting a seductive spell on the desperate men that kneeled before her. dollar bills were scattered on the ground and some were stuffed on the waistband of her underwear.

toji snaps himself out of it. eyeing her down would do nothing for this investigation. he had to get to her, and quickly.

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his plan for moving quickly did not work out. some group of pretty social guys went up to him and offered a drink, and who was he to deny free beer?

“so do you come here often? i never see you around.” the random man slurred as he gulped down his drink. he was extremely intoxicated, and toji's face slightly scrunched up as the smell of strong liquor came in contact with his face.

“nope, it's my first time here. just decided to try something new.” toji muttered as he took small sips from his drink. another man, equally as drunk as the other, wrapped his arm around toji's broad shoulders. “you're gonna love it! i've been here a while and practically know everybody here, they're all amazing!” he stumbled. *he knew everyone?* “i can show you around the place, so you can get to know some people. maybe even get you some special treatment too.” he winked and nudged toji's side.

the man, whose name he later found out was gojo, led him around the club. he showed toji to everyone he knew, which made toji's job of befriending people so much easier although, there was one person he still hadn't had the opportunity to see.

“there was this girl that was dancing not too long ago.. where everyone started screaming. you know who that is?” toji asked, and gojo seemed to know who he was talking about immediately. “yeah! you're talking about luna, right?” gojo grabs toji's wrist and searches the club for her. “she's one of my good friends. real nice girl! you're gonna love her!”

as the two get closer to the lounge, toji can make out her silhouette once again. her back was towards them, but God did she still look more gorgeous than ever.

“luna!” gojo called out to her, and as she turned around toji swore he felt his heart involuntarily skip a beat. now that he was seeing her up close, she was 10 times more beautiful than he thought she was. she smiled brightly as she turned around and saw gojo.

“hi gojo!” she exclaimed as she hugged him tightly. gojo returned her affection before wrapping his arm around toji and patting his chest roughly. “this is my new friend. show him a good time, yeah?” he muttered in her ear as he slipped her a couple hundred dollar bills. toji's breath hitched as her dazzling eyes made eye contact with his. she smiled seductively at him, and gently grabbed his hand as she started to walk away. “i'll take good care of him.”

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the following events weren't what toji expected. all he wanted to do was slyly question her about what was happening at these clubs, but not enough to make her suspicious. when luna dragged him into a private room, all he wanted to do was talk.

but now she was straddled on his waist as they sloppily made out. toji's large hands firmly gripped her waist as her small ones tugged on his hair. small moans and groans left both of their mouths as their lips disheveledly pressed against each other.

suddenly he snapped out of it and remembered the reason he was there. his hands lightly pushed on her shoulders for her to get off, but she wasn't budging. toji cupped her face and then reluctantly forced himself to pull away. “hey, hey.. stop for a second.” he said to her softly.

her eyes softly opened as she stared into his eyes. “what's wrong? i'm not going to hurt you.” luna joked in the same seductive tone as had before then leaned back in to kiss him again.

this went back in forth for quite some time, and toji was getting exceedingly frustrated. no matter how many times he tried to talk she just wouldn't listen. having enough, toji flipped her over forcefully and pinned her down on the bed.

luna yelped and her eyes widen as toji pinned himself on top of her. “what the fuck dude?!” she screeched. toji rolled his eyes while pinning her wrists beside her head. “you really don't listen, do you?” he sneered. she squinted her eyes at him and scoffed.

“it's my job. i need to get paid like everybody else too,” she uttered. her eyebrows were scrunched together as she glanced up at toji with a pouty expression. “could you get off of me? you're heavy.”

“what do you know?” he cut straight to the point. he was tired of her resistance and avoidment.

luna's eyes squinted once again. “what do i know? what do you mean what do i know?” her eyes held a confused look.

“about the clubs.. the bosses, the owners, what do you know?” he interrogated her. her confused expression remained for a bit until a look of realization spread through her face. “holy shit you're a cop.”

luna whispered as if somebody were to hear them. she forcefully broke out of toji's grip and stood up hastily, grabbing the roots of her hair. “fuck you're a cop!” she muttered panicked as she paced back and forth.

toji stood up next to her and held her wrists to stop her from ripping her hair, but she pulled out of his grasp. toji grabbed at her shoulders. “stop, just tell me.” he ordered.

“i'm not telling you shit!” she pushed at his chest and pushed him out of the room as hard as she could. it didn't push him far, but she tried. luna leaned in towards his ear and whispered once again, “you can't be here. get out, and don't come back.” with one final push, toji stumbled out of the room and the door shut in his face.

toji huffed frustratedly, and out of the peripheral of his eye, he could see shiu walking towards him. “what the hell happened in there?” he asked. toji didn't answer, all he did was stare at the door.

toji knew that she knew stuff. lots of stuff. and no matter how stubborn or secretive she may be, toji was going to know everything.

no matter how long it takes.

@rrinkyoo please do not copy, translate, or repost any of my works onto other platforms!

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk headcanons #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #toji fushiguro #jjk toji #toji x reader #toji x you #toji fushigro x reader #toji fluff #toji fushiguro fluff

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mister-leonn · 1 year

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Times after my trip through Johto I was called by Professor Elm, he informed me a rare Pokémon nobody saw in Johto has been spotted at the Safari Zone, and he wanted to relay me the intel thinking I'd be interested, and of course I was, when I arrived there I met Steven Stone, I didn't know at the time he was Hoenn's champion, he told he was a geologist and he came here believing the rare Pokémon to be a Beldum, a shiny one particularly. Seeing how much he knows about the situation I asked if I could follow and we started getting deep into the Safari Zone, it's a wonderful place full of rare Pokémons ready to be caught but after a long day of search we didn't find anything. It's only while camping there at night, after the whole flock of interested trainers left that we were able to spot it, a silver Beldum shining under the moonlight hoovering around, it didn't seem lost or in distress, Steven emitted the idea that this Beldum was a natural occurence in the park, somehow, and just nobody ever spotted it until recently. We followed it for a while until it spotted us and zoomed in some bushes to hide, a reaction to which Steven called his Metagross, with the hope to ease down the little one, a good strategy indeed as the Beldum slowly came out and started happily drawing circles around its evolved, blue form. Then the Metagross probably talked to the Beldum to explain we didn't want any arm for it came to us and shyly greeted us until completely trusting us. Steven spent the night studying it drawing a notebook and writing data about it's composition for such a long time I eventually fell asleep until the morning. When I woke up he had prepared breakfast and Beldum was still around helping him, when it was time to leave I was kinda saddened as I wanted to catch it but Steven Stone seemed much more skilled about that kind of Pokémon than I could ever be and I thought Beldum would be happier with him, however before I could say anything about it Steven asked me to catch Beldum, he said he already had a Metagross and a learning trainer will have much more to learn about such uncommon Pokémon than a Champion (needless to say I jumped out at that revelation), I couldn't keep my enthusiasm and caught Beldum with its agreement. It's meeting Steven that led me to travel through Hoenn, not to be like him but if he had such knowledge about Pokémons perhaps I would learn even more there, along with my new Beldum, which later evolved into that powerful silvery Metagross, a Bashful, calm and calculation lad with a Clear Body, knowing Magnet Rise, Hammer Arm, Meteor Mash and Psychic, a resisting, powerful supercomputer.

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon team #pokémon #pokemon heartgold and soulsilver #pokemon ruby and sapphire #pokemon emerald #pokemon oras #hoenn region

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mozart-the-meerkitten · 3 years

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I'll be honest, I'm not the best at asks. So what's something you want to be asked about? Or what's a topic that you want/love to ramble about but rarely get the opportunity to?

It has taken me two days to come up with an answer to this because I mean, there’s lots of stuff I’d love to talk about but I don’t want to annoy anyone with by posting and I couldn’t come up with anything good. But now I have it! I’ve been wanting to talk about this anyway, and I do love to ramble about it.

It is

The book of Revelation.

That’s right. The last, most easily misunderstood, and my favorite, book of the Bible. I studied it in college and have been re-studying it recently, because I see a lot of misinformation floating around about it and the end times in general and darn it I want to help people understand! Revelation’s not just a big scary book where God ends the world and judges mankind- I mean, those things happen, but they’re not the POINT. The point is that God wins! God literally told us that he wins and that Satan will be defeated! And that should give us HOPE! Revelation is supposed to cause hope, not fear and despair! It is also a call to arms for Christians to fight in spiritual battles and do our best to save people’s souls because there WILL be a judgement.

However, Revelation is often taken out of the context of the whole Bible, and also history, and therefore people see it as confusing and bizarre. People misunderstand that it was written both for us now and for John’s listeners in our past, so the book has multiple meanings! And also, the entire book of Revelation doesn’t deal with just the great big final judgement, it deals with judgements of peoples, countries and cultures who disobey God and invoke his wrath up until the final judgement. Those are what I like to call “mini-judgements” or, “partial judgements”, if you like. The Seal and Trumpet judgements are partial (the “4 Horsemen of the Apocalypse” would more accurately be called “the 4 Horsemen of the mini-Apocalypses”). The Bowl judgements, however, are all-encompassing, and thus part of the final judgement. Thus, Revelation meant something for John’s readers in the past, means something to us in the present, and will mean something different to the people in the future! Because this stuff happens over and over again throughout history.

Also 95% of the book is imagery that represents what something IS like instead of what it LOOKS like, which also seems to confuse people a lot. It’s written in the same way Daniel 7-8 is, which is a genre known as “apocalyptic literature”. Which is why its so wildly different from most of the Bible. People in John’s time knew this and would have understood it, but again, we tend to take Revelation out of context and thus make it harder to understand.

OKAY, well, as you can see I truly do love to talk about Revelation, so if anybody has questions about it please feel free to ask them! I do not have all the answers but I did study this book in a college class for a whole semester and have a lot of good books about it. And I love explaining and helping people understand things!

(And whether or not anybody asks me questions I will probably talk about it again because I love it.)

#revelation #thanks for the ask!#the Bible #Christianity #the end times #the end of the world #exegesis #this has been my favorite book of the Bible since I was NINE #and let me tell you #when I took that class in college it felt like I unlocked a secret of the universe #nobody had ever explained revelation like that to me before #suddenly it all made sense!#I want to do that for somebody else #and I want people to understand Revelation #and study it like the other books of the Bible are studied- with an open mind and without fear #firefletch

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dendrite-blues · 3 years

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For a relatively short exchange, this scene is jam packed with characterization for Loki.

It’s also our first reliable look into what Loki was like before Thor 1. Not as described by others, but first hand and from his own mouth. I think that deserves a closer look, to see what we can learn about Loki and how he thinks.

This scene is significant because it tells us what Loki’s personality is like when he’s not running for his life. It tells us who he was before his trauma and what his core beliefs are underneath those layers of humor and bravado.

Better yet, since he’s alone we can assume that every line in this scene is presumably true, or at least Loki believes it to be true since he has no audience but himself.

The dialogue centers mostly around the statement “You deserve to be alone, and you always will be.” I’m not going to focus too much on the “alone” motif since I already dedicated an entire meta post to it.

What I think is more interesting about this scene is actually the looping, and the stages Loki goes through in trying to deal with it. There’s a lot of really interesting character traits on display in that progression.

Loop 1: A Warm Bath and Glass of Wine

The first loop entails Sif lecturing Loki about cutting her hair, kicking him in the balls, and storming away. Loki kneels on the floor and he gives us this great line:

“A bad memory prison? How quaint. Some punishment. I remember exactly what I did after that. I went and had a nice, hot bath and a glass of wine, and I never thought about it again. Because it was just a bit of fun.”

So we can take this to be Loki’s default reaction to pain and criticism. When put into an unexpected conflict without any forethought or outside influence, this is what he says/does.

1) Downplay the damage/threat. How quaint. 2) Dispel/soothe the emotion. Nice hot bath. 3) Minimize the impact. Never thought about it again. 4) Deflect responsibility. Just a bit of fun.

Keep those in mind as we move forward, since we’ll be using them to make sense of what else Loki says in this scene.

Loops 2 and 3: Okay, Sif, Hang On

This bit is about Loki realizing just how bad his predicament is.

L: Okay. Okay, Sif. Hang on. S: No, you hear this. You deserve to be alone... And I always will be. L: Alright, I get it. Listen. You are a reconstruction of a past event created by the organization that controls all of time. So you need to trust me and you need to help me escape. Yeah? S: Pathetic. (she kicks him again) L: (winces and groans)

As we all would expect from him, Loki’s first impulse is to try and talk his way out of it. What he says to achieve that goal is pretty revealing though. Because he doesn’t try to ease Sif’s upset by apologizing or explaining or offering to magic her hair back.

Any of these would have been more likely to save his nads in the given circumstance, right? The present threat is Sif, and she’s mad about what Loki did to her hair. But Loki doesn’t really see that. Rather, he treats her as a means to an end.

“So you need to trust me and you need to help me escape. Yeah?”

To me, that choice reveals something of a blind spot Loki has to the feelings of others. Even if he doesn’t actively like hurting people, he does prioritize their problems below his, and quite shamelessly. And at least on his first impulse, he doesn’t seem to feel much remorse or empathy for them.

Usually in fanon we attribute this callousness to his trauma. He’s learned that no one can be trusted and no one cares, and so he doesn’t allow himself to care for others.

But between his Loop 1 sentiment of “It was just a bit of fun” for an event which caused real hurt to Sif, and his Loop 2/3 behavior of “you, stop being mad and help ME” I think it’s reasonable to say that selfishness/low empathy are traits Loki possessed pre-trauma.

Loop 4-????: Happens Off Screen

It’s unclear how many times Loki loops while the camera is following Mobius, but the implication is clear that it was been many, many repetitions. Somewhere in this his denial and deflection must break, because we come back to a much humbler, more pleading Loki.

The Final Loop: I Crave Attention

S: You conniving, craven... L: Sif. Sif. S: ...pathetic worm. L: Please, please, no more. Please, I beg you. I'm a horrible person. I get it. I really am. I cut off your hair because I thought it'd be funny. And it's not. Uh... I crave attention... because I'm... a narcissist. And I suppose it's... It's because I'm scared of being alone.

HOOO BOY, so this is quite a tough bit to analyze. There’s a lot of interpretations you could make, and a lot of topics to delve into. For the sake of focus, I’m going to ignore the narcissism question. That one really needs an entire post, and I want to focus on something else here.

That being, Loki’s way of processing conflict/punishment.

I’ve always found it strange how Loki takes such pride in being called a liar and cheat when he simultaneously has this chip on his shoulder about how nobody likes him.

Those two traits don’t seem to play well together, and I always scratched my head over how they coexist in his character. If he wants people to be nicer to him, maybe he should stop antagonizing them? Yeah?

Well, here we’re finally given a clear reason. Loki craves attention, he hates being alone. So how does he avoid it? Pranks and mischief.

Fair enough.

But then, if all his pranks lead to this outcome--outrage, retaliation, insult--why doesn’t he ever learn? How is it that after 1000 years of this behavior, he hasn’t found a better way to get the attention he craves?

Loop 1: Downplay, dispel, minimize, deflect. He accepts zero accountability for the impact of his actions, and doesn’t think at all about how they affect other people. Just a bit of fun. I had a hot bath and a glass of wine, and never thought about it again.

The only reason he reaches the level of self awareness on display in the Final Loop is because the looping forces him to contemplate his actions and the impulses within him that lead to that behavior.

This is projection on my part, but to me he acts as though this kind of deep reflection is a new thing for him. He sounds like someone sharing a revelation that he’s just had about himself. We’re being shown that Loki is a man of action. He will always move forward if he can, possibly because looking back to so painful that he can’t bring himself to do it.

Circling back around to the pride Loki has for his knavery, let’s suppose that he’s been on this negative reinforcement cycle since childhood. He’s always acted out to get attention, then received retaliation and insults for it, and then pushed the bad feelings out of his mind with creature comforts and mental gymnastics.

What happens over time, when you’re being constantly told that you’re a pain in the ass and no one likes you? Most of us would take it to heart, but Loki doesn’t. He has a big ego, big enough to resist that constant barrage of hate coming at him.

So how does he marry these two conflicting realities?

He turns it into an identity, the God of Mischief.

In his head, Loki excuses himself of blame by shifting the culpability to his moniker. It’s not that he’s immature and petty, he’s just a “trickster.” It’s in his nature to cause trouble, so he can’t help it. You wouldn’t dangle a steak in front of a tiger and blame the tiger for striking, would you? And if other people can’t take a “joke” then that’s not his fault, that’s on them for not having a sense of humor. It was just a bit of fun.

Here we see the union of these two halves of Loki, the lonely ice runt and the mischievous scamp. (And a little bit of the original Loki who Thor accused of being incapable of growth!)

By refusing to think about others, and excusing himself from responsibility, Loki successfully preserves his self worth and insulates himself to most of the negative emotions he experiences.

Pain, embarrassment, and grief aren’t pointless emotions though. They are vital feelings that serve to regulate our behavior, and that push us to conform to the ways of our social circles. Without them, we annoy and upset others. Be annoying for long enough and you will eventually find yourself, well, alone. As Loki is.

Thus “Mischief” is a self-defeating loop, and Loki is just as caught in it as the cell Mobius trapped him in.

In order to be free of both traps, Loki has to stop running. He has to take a deeper look at himself and realize how much he is getting in his own way. The entire scene is one big parallel between these two “loops.” Pretty neat, huh?

Sadly these kinds of thought loops are really difficult to break, they’re buried so deeply in our personalities and habits that we usually don’t notice them until life forces us to address them.

The cell is Loki’s wake up call, and thankfully he does seem to rise to the occasion. He tells Sif quite clearly what his problem is, and he does it with beautiful, painful honesty.

Which is why it’s so fucking awesome for Mobius to acknowledge that, and to finally give Loki a taste of positive attention.

You don’t deserve to be alone. I believe you can be anything, even something good. Whatever you two did, it was powerful enough to bring this whole place down.

It’s a beautiful scene. Well written, meticulously acted. The clarity of vision in the pacing and shot selection, it’s really something special.

#loki spoilers #loki #mcu #mobius #meta #discussion #discourse #scene study #long post #sif #time loop #tva #character study

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How bout a kaz brekker x blind!reader? 💓

okay so i have never written blind!reader before but but but BUTTT a good idea came to me involving reader being a grisha ( healer ) who had the gift to see someone and what they truly look like if they are physically allowed to be let in? it’s hard to explain, but y a

in this, reader and kaz have known one another for a good three in a half years, they work on heists together, and reader is usually partnered with kaz, as he wants to keep her safe. i S U C K at summaries. also, i was hella distracted while writing this, but it came out somewhat okay? f u c k.

pairings! kax x blind!reader

reader in this is female, but i will adjust accordingly if you’d like me too! just let me know! :)

warnings! really distracted writing, jordie, ptsd, blood, the typical soc stuff, kaz almost having a panic attack, but also him realizing he’s safe there with reader ye.

i could so make this a series? like going through all the times blind!reader has made kaz come to trust her more and more. haha ha unless...

word count! 2847

ONE SHOT UNDER CUT

GLOVED INTERACTIONS

There were many descriptions given to Y/N about what Kaz Brekker looked like. What color his eyes were. What color his hair was. What his build was like. She could give you an accurate description of Jesper, Inej, Nina, Matthias, even Wylan was easy. But when it came to someone she couldn’t physically map out? She became a bit lost.

Being born without her sight, Y/N had to learn other ways to understand the world. Especially in a place like Ketterdam. Maybe that was why Kaz was quick to take Y/N under his wing. To keep her safe, just as he had with Wylan. But, Y/N wasn’t useless. Being a Healer, she was valuable to the Dregs. Nina was a powerful heartrender, but could only do so much when someone was inevitably hurt during jobs. That’s where Y/N was useful.

In a sense she had her sight, but it relied on physically being able to touch someone. A side-effect of being a Grisha, with abilities that no one has seen before. Her sight may have been gone, but being able to see one in her mind, whether it be blurry or clear, gave her an idea on what one looked like.

That meant Kaz was the most mysterious person to Y/N.

Y/N could describe most of the crows relatively well. Jesper had been the first to let Y/N use her ‘gift’ as Nina called it, with him. Her hands rested on his arms, slowly moving up to his shoulders, the other crows sitting around them to watch.

“You’re Zemeni, but I knew that already. Inej described you as long limbed, she wasn’t wrong.” Inej laughed a bit, shaking her head. “Lean, no surprise, I could make that out. Your eyes are a dark grey, but beautiful. I must say Jesper, you’re rather handsome. Being a handsome decoy seems like it should be a Jesper talent.”

Jesper smiled, looking down at Y/N. “Right on, almost to the dot,” he said, giving his best friend a chuckle.

“Your smile lights up a room. But I also knew that already,” Y/N added, tilting her head as she let her hands drop from Jesper’s shoulders. The crows around them were in awe, and then Nina was moving Jesper out of the way.

“Move handsome decoy, my turn,” She said, humming a bit as she sat in front of Y/N, making the Healer laugh. As she had with Jesper, Y/N ran her hands up Nina’s arms, stopping at her shoulders.

“Hmm, long curly brown hair, your heart beats a bit differently than the rest of our friends. Courtesy of being Grisha, and a Heartrender. You’re also a bit curvier than our friends, but as am I.” Nina smiled, glancing at their friends, who all seemed confused on how Y/N managed to do this.

“Green eyes, piercing almost. As always, like the rest of our friends, your smile lights up the room. But instead of Jesper’s toothy smile, you’re a closed mouth smiler, unless talking to Matthias of course,” Y/N smirked a bit, feeling Nina’s body heat up told her that the Heartrender was indeed, blushing.

Then slowly, all of the crows sat in front of Y/N. Except for Kaz, which Y/N understood. She didn’t pry, but she did begin to wonder what he truly looked like. There were so many conflicting descriptions. Obviously the ones given from people who didn’t like him weren’t taken into account, because most of them consisted of calling Kaz ‘The Grinch’. And while this was probably a good term for his lovely personality, it didn’t seem like it’d match his looks. Kaz wasn’t green after all.

But after a particularly rough job, one that ended with almost everyone scuffed up in some way, shape, or form, Y/N was working herself to the bone. Inej had the worst of it, so Y/N worked on her first at the Slat, and upon finishing, she had Nina sit next to the sleeping Wraith. She stood, huffing as she climbed the stairs to Kaz’s room. He was always the least willing to be healed. He always claimed he was the least beat up, or he could handle it himself.

This time, Y/N knew he wasn’t the least beat up. She’d heard about the gash running up his arm, and the scratches lining his face, which were less than pretty. Entering the room, she crossed her arms.

“I’m fine,” Kaz spoke first, earning a scoff from Y/N.

“I’ve heard plenty from Jesper about how nasty the gash on your arm is, and how your leg has been worse than usual. I can’t heal a bone that’s healed incorrectly, but I can ease the pain,” Y/N stated, moving to stand in front of the desk. Why was Kaz so damned stubborn about things like this? It concerned the Healer. Did he find himself so unlovable that he believed he deserved the pain when he was hurt?

“How are you going to count your Kruge if your arm is cut wide open?” Y/N asked, tilting her head. That made Kaz sigh. She wasn’t wrong about that. It also meant problems during other aspects of his job.

“Fine,” Kaz said reluctantly. He watched Y/N round the table, his eyes mainly on her fingers that softly glided the desk, letting her know when to turn. He’d always found it fascinating how she managed so much without her sight. Mainly how she found her ways around. The way her fingers would move so smoothly across surfaces. Or how graceful she seemed. It was hard to fascinate Kaz Brekker, but she did it effortlessly.

“I won’t touch you, but I’m going to need to be guided to where the gash is,” Y/N spoke, now standing in front of Kaz, who gulped with a shaky nod. He trusted her. He trusted all of his Crows, but her the most. She’d been there when the Crows were down bad. She brought smiles to the team without fail. Kaz could remember the first time they’d met, when his fascianation had started.

The night had been cold, dark. As Ketterdam usually was. After a few months of Kaz having Inej watch over the Healer that lived near the university district, Inej had come to Kaz with news that the Healer, Y/N, had noticed her. It had rendered the Bastard of the Barrel speechless. Someone had noticed Inej Ghafa?

“How did she notice you? Nobody notices you. Even I didn't for the first time, and I notice everyone,” Kaz stated, his tone confused.

“I believe our Healer is blind. It would make sense then, all of her other senses would be on high alert, especially her hearing. Even the most silent aren’t silent to the blind. They notice everything, Kaz. I’m surprised she didn’t notice me earlier,” Inej said, her arms crossed as she leaned in the doorway between the bedroom and the small office.

Kaz stalled for a moment, humming in consideration. It would explain how Inej had been found out. What that didn’t answer was whether Y/N knew who they were. He doubted it, but you could never be sure in Ketterdam.

“Did she know who you were?”

“I’m not sure, I left before things escalated. She said she knew I was there and to reveal who I was and who I worked for. So she knows I’m not some random in Ketterdam. I’m sure she could figure out enough if I’d appeared before her,” Inej said before looking back at the window. She knew she wasn’t followed, she always checked for such. But with the revelation that someone, for once, had noticed her, it wasn’t unlikely that maybe she’d been followed.

Kaz huffed, realizing he’d have to now go and explain to this Healer about how he’d been watching over her for the past few months. He wasn’t even sure why he’d been doing so. Well, he did, she’d be a good asset to have later if he ever decided to actually let it be known that he’d been keeping her safe. It was time that’d present a new reason.

Arriving at the small apartment that the Healer lived in, Kaz knocked Inej behind him, and when the door opened, his dark eyes landed on Y/N.

“I was waiting for you guys to show up,” Y/N said, turning and allowing the two inside.

“You knew we’d come?” Inej asked, entering the small apartment and sitting where Y/N offered, taking the small cup of tea she was handed. For being stalked for the past few months, the Healer was being rather kind.

“I suspected it was The Wraith watching over me for some time. I have learned to feel different presence’ around me. Yours, while I didn’t notice it at first, I began to when one of my papers went missing and was replaced with a forged one,” Y/N said, sitting next to Inej.

“How did you know it was forged?” Kaz asked, raising an eyebrow. Not that Y/N could see that, but his tone, his voice did the accenting for him.

“Kaz Brekker I presume. The handwriting wasn’t my own. I don’t have terrible handwriting, I’ve practiced for years after all, but my handwriting is not that nice. And the paper wasn’t the kind of paper I used. It was a close second, yes, but the letters weren’t able to be felt. That’s when I realized it was forged. It was a good forgery, but I’ve lived in Ketterdam long enough.” That’s when Kaz’s fascination started.

Or maybe it was when Inej had announced someone had noticed her. Nonetheless, that was the day he decided to recruit Y/N officially. It wasn’t hard either, considering she was rather willing too as long as she wasn’t indentured to the Dregs.

“I won’t go with if I’m going to be paying you back for the rest of my life,” Y/N stated, sipping her tea. Oh, and she had to bring her cat. Jesper now called the cat the Crows mascot. Which, the other’s had found weird. It was a cat, not a Crow, but they had changed the name of the cat to Crow. Which made the rest of the gang agree on it. Even Kaz found the cat enjoyable.

That was three years ago.

Since then, Y/N hadn’t let Kaz down once. He’d grown to trust her as he did Inej, even more so as she became his shadow. The person in his corner, his partner. He trusted his shadow.

Sighing, Kaz shook his head, looking over at Y/N and glancing down to her hands. “Left arm, right above my elbow,” he said, watching her fingers flex before moving to hover over the gash that covered a good part of Kaz’s upper arm.

“You know, I still don’t know what you look like,” Y/N said as she healed to gash slowly, making sure the work was intricate and done correctly.

“Brooding, dark, nothing else really to me,” Kaz said, but Y/N shook her head, finishing the gash and humming a bit. She moved her hand slowly up to Kaz’s face, doing a quick brush over to heal the small gashes there. Kaz felt them heal, his labored breath steadying as she moved her hand away from his face.

“I don’t believe that. If there was nothing more to you, I wouldn’t be staying around, Kaz,” Y/N said, bending down, but she felt a gloved hand grip her wrist, surprising her and causing her to jump a bit.

“I can handle that pain, I have for years,” Kaz stated, watching Y/N nod, and while she couldn’t see his hand, her eyes were still on the wrist that was enclosed by Kaz’s gloved hand.

“I may have an idea. A way for me to know what you truly look like,” Y/N said, a smile rising to her lips.

Kaz was almost frightened to ask. No, he was frightened. He knew what that would entail. But he knew what she looked like and she had so many conflicting ideas about what he looked like. He also knew that Y/N wouldn’t cross his boundaries unless he gave explicit permission. He could say no to this and she’d agree and leave with a smile, some words of encouragement to sleep and rest, and later have Inej or Jesper bring up food for him. But sucking in a deep breath, he looked up at Y/N, determining that he trusted her enough for this. She’d never hurt you.

“Okay, tell me the idea,” Kaz said slowly, his words wavering.

“You can back out at any time, Kaz. If you don’t want to do this, you let me know immediately,” Y/N stated, and Kaz let out a small cough.

He closed his eyes, nodding to himself before giving an audible, “I know.”

“Your gloves, their the barrier that helps ensure you don’t come into contact with skin. What if I wear a pair, they don’t have to be yours, but a pair of gloves and use them to learn what you look like?”

Kaz tilted his head. It wasn’t a terrible idea. It actually made a lot of sense. He used the gloves as a barrier, as Y/N had said. If she did the same, it would be the same as he had just done with her wrist. He wouldn’t feel Jordie. He wouldn’t feel Reaper’s Barge. At least, that’s what he hoped for. But he’d be willing to try for Y/N. He’d try for her.

“We . . . can try that, but use my gloves. I’m used to the feeling of them. I have another pair in the nightstand by my bed,” Kaz said, watching Y/N smile a bit before moving to grab the gloves in the nightstand. He watched her slide them onto her fingers, seeing they were just a bit big on her, he chuckled quietly.

Y/N let her fingers glide against the desk once more, pulling the chair from the other side of the desk right in front of Kaz. She could hear his uneven breathing as she sat too. “You guide me, just like before,” Y/N said, letting Kaz have control of the situation.

Slowly, Kaz lifted his hand, taking Y/N’s gloved one into his own. Stalling for a moment he shut his eyes tightly, and for a moment the flashes came to him, but he sucked in a deep breath, opening his eyes and seeing Y/N in front of him, alive, breathing.

He lifted her hands to rest on his shoulders, watching her hum as the vision of him began to form within her mind. He watched a smile come to her lips. She would never know how beautiful that smile was. How beautiful it was to him. How he hoped it wasn’t washed away like his was because of the Barrel.

“Hmm, Dark hair, trimmed at the edges. Inej teased you for it one day, I remember that. You have a sharper face than most of our friends, and a lean build, but more muscular than Jesper is.” Y/N tilted her head, the image in her head finally fully forming.

“Dark eyes, like bitter coffee. Two tattoos. I didn’t know that. I must say, but don’t Jesper this, you’re far more handsome than he is. Maybe you should start being the handsome decoy.” Kaz chuckled at that, and for a few moments he wasn’t shaking. He wasn’t fearful. He wasn’t breathing heavily. He was happy, even if just for those few moments. Happy because of her.

Y/N dropped her hands, pulling off the leather gloves and placing them on the desk. “Certainly not the grinch as some put it,” she added, standing.

“Pretty close to that,” Kaz said, watching her stand.

“Maybe personality wise, but certainly not look wise.”

“Who calls me the Grinch?”

“Jesper,” Y/N laughed. She remembered hearing Jesper reference Kaz as the grinch at one point. It was where the nickname had probably originated from for others to call the Bastard of the Barrel, and slowly it became known. The room became quiet for some time, and Y/N was the first to break it.

“Thank you . . . for letting me do that, I know it wasn’t easy. The tattoos, what are they of?” Y/N asked then, tilting her head. Kaz took a deep breath in, looking over at the window across by his bed. The one he rarely ever used.

“The Dregs Crow, and an R,” he didn’t elaborate, leaving Y/N to know that was as much as he’d say. She knew what the Crow was for, but she had a feeling she shouldn’t ask much more than that.

“Well, do get some rest. I can’t heal sleep exhaustion, sadly,” Y/N said, laughing a bit. She didn’t see it, but a smile spread on Kaz’s lips.

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