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Safe Haven ~Bang Chan | Day 60.

Pairing: SpaceRebel!Chan x WitchQueen!F.Reader Themes: Fantasy AU | Sci-Fi AU | Royalty AU | Soulmate AU | Slow Burn | Mutual Pining | Angst | Smut | Fluff. Series Warnings: Third person POV · Very loose and liberal usage of Star Wars concepts (mostly to refer to weapons and tech). you don’t need to know anything about SW to read this, trust me · Physical descriptions of the main female character such as: can visibly blush, having long hair, and being short · Violence · Swearing · Mature themes and language · Original characters · Graphic smut (later chapters) · Mentions of the members of other groups (later chapters) · No one is straight, beware · Each chapter will include its own individual warnings. Chapters marked as M (Mature) either include highly detailed violence, or smut.

Chapter Warnings: suggestive · alcohol & food consumption Word Count: ~6k | AO3

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for a 18+ audience only. Minors do not interact. ✰This chapter has been reworked as of 16/08/2023

Previous Chapter: Day 17. | Series Masterlist. | Next Chapter: Day 82.

Disclaimer: the story presented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

Coexisting with the Queen once Chan knew how her lips tasted like, how her bare skin felt like, how her moans and whimpers sounded like, was, essentially, torture.

Nothing physical happened again between them during his stay in Lira Le after that heartfelt conversation about their feelings for each other. Except maybe that one drunken make out session against the wall of an alleyway in the castle town… but they mutually agreed to ignore it.

Nothing escalated further than lingering touches and furtive looks. However, that didn’t mean Chan had peace.

Both of them knowing they had feelings for each other caused a switch to flip in their dynamic. Sure, there had always been some playful teasing and harmless flirting, but just knowing the effect they had on one another slowly turned their interactions into an unspoken competition.

At first, Chan wasn’t sure if the Queen was doing it on purpose, but she’d started to show more and more skin. And his body would react, of course it would. His cock betrayed him often, he was popping boners at the most unexpected, inconvenient times for the simplest things.

But it was one particularly warm evening they’d gone together to the castle town that made him realise that she was definitely doing it on purpose.

The Queen had worn a tube top that could barely even classify as such. The thing was just a barely there piece of fabric draped over her chest, and it drove Chan absolutely insane. She had given him a look, too. One of her teasing, challenging looks that made him want to pull her into an alleyway and fuck the audacity straight out of her body. He didn’t do it, of course, but it had certainly been a close call.

So he retaliated. He really did.

Chan walked around shirtless as often as he could–within the appropriate setting, of course. Sometimes, he even bent over in the most deceivingly innocuous poses he could do when she was close–he had a great ass, and by the Gods he was going to use it.

The Queen noticed, too. He could always feel her searing gaze burning his skin everywhere she looked, and whenever Chan felt extra shameless, he’d just look at her, right in the eyes, confidently and sometimes even smugly.

Was it a low, very slutty blow? Perhaps. But the more time passed, the more shameless he grew–which was something that, had the man known anything that was going on, would certainly make Wang Eun proud.

But, by far, his favourite tactic was using his words. When no one was paying attention to them, when they were on their own, Chan often got a bit shameless with his mouth. He enjoyed voicing some of his deepest, dirtiest thoughts in the most unsuspecting, creative ways he could come up with.

And it worked.

It worked every single time. He could just see it in the way the Queen’s eyes darkened, or in the way she’d shakily take a deep breath, or in the way she’d absentmindedly lick her lips whenever she caught up on what he was saying.

Chan wasn’t even sure who started the rile up contest, really. But he’d lie if he said he didn’t enjoy every second of it. Sure, the Queen had set her boundaries, and he’d made a promise… Above all else Chan was a man of principles, but he was also stubbornly competitive–which, Her Majesty seemed to be, too.

It was a perfect, oddly satisfying combination for trouble.

And Chan truly, truly enjoyed it.

At least, until he laid down on his bed at night. All on his own.

It was almost pathetic, how cold he felt sometimes. There was always an invisible pull trying to get him out of bed, trying to make him seek her and bring her close.

Beyond his very obvious physical desires, he genuinely just wanted her close. Chan wanted to listen to her speak and laugh and tease him, and that need often kept him up at night. He wondered if the Queen felt this way, too, but asking would cross one of those unspoken boundaries they had, so he bottled it all up and shoved it in his heart for safekeeping, waiting for the day it could all be set free.

It was especially tough sometimes, since the Queen disappeared often. Chan wouldn’t see her for days at a time, or sometimes he’d just catch a glimpse of her late at night, sitting on a bench in one of the many courtyards of the castle.

He always went close when he saw her there, he’d sit down next to her and strike up a friendly conversation. From how their days were, how the ship repairs were doing, to any possible places to visit in the castle town… Anything that would keep them entertained and sitting there together for a while.

In a way, Chan started to get more attuned to her body language as time passed and they spent those few moments alone together at night in the courtyards. He could see how tired she was–oftentimes, too tired to even engage in their little competition. Every single time, without fail, he felt that itch under his skin that urged him to reach out, hold her hand, and try to ease her worries. But he knew the second their skin touched, they’d just give in to the pull, so he would always keep his hands to himself.

He started to truly miss the feeling of her hand in his, of her warmth seeping into him with the lightest touches. Chan never told her, but he was sure she knew. Very frequently, her hands would move, they came close to his own, only to suddenly stop and retreat as soon as the Queen noticed what she was doing. He wanted to be stubborn, to say ‘Fuck this’ and get closer, but he could never bring himself to.

Aside from his romantic loneliness, Chan had grown fond of the people he’d come to meet both in the castle and the castle town. Every street vendor he visited regularly, every attendant of a shop he frequented, every maid or cook he met among the corridors of the castle, they all made him feel welcomed and included. Some of them, after a few frequent visits, even gave him treats or small gifts as favours.

By far one of the weirdest things, though, was how, in absence of the Queen, the High King seemed to be more present around him. The man would engage Chan when he was in the training grounds with Wang Eun, or he’d drop by the ship to see how everything was going, or even invited them all for lunch often. Her Majesty joined a few times, but at some point she stopped coming altogether, to which her brother simply said ‘She’s got a lot of appointments these days’ without giving any further details when Felix inquired about it.

Chan came to find that under his standoff-ish demeanour, the High King was a goofball. A strong, deadly goofball, yes. But a goofball nonetheless.

Chan would often find His Majesty rolling on the grass with Freyr, uncaring of all the dirt and grime that stuck to his skin while they wrestled. Whenever he found them like that, an amused Hoseok was always looking fondly at them both from where he sat on a nearby bench or a fountain.

Sure, the High King still made the awkward, uncomfortable comments Chan had come to know him for, but they just simply didn’t hit the same once he was able to see under his mean, stingy tone.

All these moments created many unforgettable memories. They grew roots, and planted themselves deep within Chan’s soul, spreading warmth all around wherever they reached. Which was why now, as he stood on a fully repaired Big Bad Wolf, he just found it incredibly hard to want to leave.

“This is for you”, Talboot handed Chan a rectangular box, tied closed with a pretty bow. “I noticed you didn’t have one in your toolbox, thought you might need it”.

Chan’s eyebrows rose high on his face, he wasn’t expecting the man to give him a gift–or anything at all, really. Carefully undoing the bow, Chan opened the box to find a soldering iron inside. It was lightweight, and it didn’t have any cables attached to it, which confused him immediately.

“It doesn’t require electricity”, Talboot explained. His bionic eye whirred as it extended and retracted continuously, assessing Chan’s reaction. “It’s got a specific mineral that grows here in its core, which gives it enough energy to heat up once you press the button. I find it’s really handy when doing repairs in tight spaces.”.

“That’s…” A knot suddenly formed in Chan’s throat, but he decided to ignore it. “You didn’t have to…”

Talboot brought a hand to Chan’s shoulder, patting him gently. “I know. But I wanted to”.

Chan let himself be pulled into Talboot’s hug, and the old man gave him a few strong pats on his back before releasing him. With his hands on Chan’s shoulders, keeping him at arm’s length, Talboot spoke again. “If you ever find yourself here again and in need of a job, look for me. I might have a spot for you”.

Talboot pulled Chan into another tight hug, patting his back a couple of times once again. Chan hugged and patted Talboot’s back as well, being careful as to not to drop the gift in his hand. The old man’s gesture had warmed him up to his very core, but even then, Chan felt as if Talboot truly didn’t have to do this. If anything, Chan should’ve been the one to get him a gift, considering he’d learnt a great deal from Talboot, and that was invaluable to him.

“Thank you, Talboot. For everything”, no matter how much he wanted to, Chan wouldn’t allow himself to cry in the middle of his control room, but he meant it when he said it. He was truly grateful.

Talboot gave him and his two friends in the control room one final goodbye before he crossed the sliding doors and disappeared from their view.

Chan walked over to open the panel where his toolbox was. He took the soldering iron from the giftbox so he could neatly put it inside the toolbox, where the rest of his repair tools were.

“Is it weird to feel… sad?” Felix said absentmindedly, tapping his fingers on the armrest of the chair he sat on. “It’s weird, right? I mean, I’m happy we’ll get to finally reunite with the others, but…”

“I don’t think it’s weird”, Changbin reassured him. “We’ve been on the field for so long, being here meant we could feel normal again”.

Changbin was right, of course. Ever since they joined the Alliance, they were always running–either from something or towards something, always on high alert, always making sure to lay low and keep safe… It was an exhausting life, one they had willingly decided to live, sure, but that didn’t mean it was any easier to live it.

Here, they had been welcomed. They’d been not only fed and attended to, but they were also given a sense of normalcy that had escaped them for so long, they hadn’t even realised the impact its absence had. Which was why Chan understood Felix’s feelings perfectly, since he himself felt the same way.

“Knock, knock”.

The three of them turned to the door at the sound to see Wang Eun making his way into the control room with a crate in his hands. Jenna–who also carried a crate over her shoulder–and Dev followed right behind him.

“What’re you guys doing here?” Chan asked, slightly confused at the sudden visit, watching Wang Eun and Jenna place the crates on the floor close to where Felix sat.

“It’s a farewell party”, Chan’s head snapped to the door at the voice that shook him to his very core. The Queen made her way into the room as well, with a white box in her hands. “We’ve got drinks and pastries”, she emphasised by shaking the box in her hands a bit. “Freyja wanted to come in, too, but I couldnʼt let her. She’s just too big”.

Chan huffed a laugh, walking over to where she stood in the middle of the room while the rest engaged in conversation among their little group. Some bottles had already been opened by the time Chan reached her and took the box from her hands.

The fact that their hands touched when he did that was completely unintentional. Totally not something Chan wanted to do at all. “You didn’t have to”.

“I know”, she held his gaze, getting his undivided attention. “Wang Eun insisted”.

One thing Chan came to understand in his time here was that, yes, Liraleans didn’t take kindly to lies and dishonesty. But it was partially because most of them sucked at lying, and Her Majesty was no exception to this.

“Right, of course he did”, Chan was smirking, he was sure that she knew he knew she was lying, but he’d humour her. “Totally Wang Eun’s idea”.

The Queen rolled her eyes, the action could’ve passed as one of annoyance, had it not been for the smile on her face while she did it. “Come on, let’s have a drink”.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’ll be piloting the ship in a few hours”, Chan was serious about it, he didn’t want to crash his ship again as soon as it’d been repaired.

He turned to the group behind them briefly to make sure none of them were paying attention to the two of them. “Besides…” He walked into her space, and leaned in so only she could hear what he was about to whisper in her ear. “You know we can’t drink together. Not unless you wanna end up with your back pressed against the walls of my ship”.

The Queen tensed slightly. She took a deep breath, not looking away from his eyes for a second when he finally took a step back. It was a low blow, but he couldn’t help himself. He offered her a smile, one that could’ve passed as innocent to anyone else, but she knew. She just had to know he was trying to press her buttons, and one look at her face told him it worked.

The Queen scoffed, her eyes darted all around his face only to settle low, right on his lips. “You’re a dirty player, Christopher”, her tongue prodded her cheek, and it wasn’t until she’d looked back into his eyes that she spoke again. “Suit yourself, then. I am going to drink”.

Her Majesty walked straight past him and towards the group that had gathered by the main console, which gave him the perfect view of the pretty tattoos on her back. Seriously, may the Gods bless whoever tailored that top of hers that hugged her neck snugly… It wasn’t only very easy on the eyes, but it was also something Chan could deal with. There were, thankfully, no unexpected chubs in sight. At least as long as his eyes didn’t venture further down and focused too much on the way her hips moved.

Jenna was talking, and Wang Eun was laughing with his whole body at whatever story she was telling them. Chan saw the way the liquid sloshed around inside the bottle in his hand in alarm, and he immediately rushed to where they were all gathered.

“Hey! No drinks near my main console! Get out! Move!”

“I’m telling you, this guy was built! Capital B! His Majesty’s level of built!”

Dev was telling the story of his first fight in a bar, it was funny that he did, considering the man was usually so proper and collected. It seemed like outside of the castle walls, he was just a rowdy young man, who put even Wang Eun to shame.

They had all moved from the main control room to the resting area inside the ship. Everyone sat on either the sofa, a chair, or on the floor, just anywhere as long as they could be near the table that was pushed towards the corner of the room. It’d been a couple of hours since they’d gathered here. A couple of hours spent drinking, eating, or generally just conversing with one another.

The Queen had been sitting on the floor the entire time, with her back pressed to the wall, just close enough to the small table so she could reach into the white box to grab herself pastries to her heart’s content. Chan had decided to sit as far away from her as he could. He knew that, if he got too close, it’d be only a matter of time before one of them made a move, so he decided to sit on the floor, with his back to the sofa’s armrest, right next to Felix who was sitting on it.

“Honestly, Dev. The way you’re telling the story is as if you didn’t come running to me right after to heal your broken nose”, Jenna chuckled from where she sat next to Felix, taking a sip from her drink. “You got your ass kicked”.

“But I survived, didn’t I?!”

The Queen snorted. “Barely. You did dislocate the guy’s jaw, though. I’ll give you that, my friend”.

“We got in a fight at a bar once. Remember, Chan?” Changbin’s cheeks were puffed up, full of food. He’d drank only a few sips of the drinks Wang Eun and Jenna brought, since he had to co-pilot later in the evening.

“Once?” Chan huffed out a laugh. “Multiple times. Mostly because of Jisung and his big mouth”.

“You guys used to get in a lot of trouble back in the day, I remember”, Felix commented, chewing leisurely. His face was slightly flushed from all the drinks he’d had. “Getting your asses kicked until you bulked up enough to kick other people’s asses”.

“It was all the pent up teenage angst. We had a lot of shit to be angsty about back then”, Changbin stressed, gesturing with his hands. “The teenage angst doesn’t care about scrawny little boys, it just ran thickly through our veins!”

“Hard to imagine you guys were ever scrawny. Would love to see pictures”, Wang Eun’s words were slurring a bit. It was pretty obvious to everyone in the room that the alcohol was getting to his head. He slung an arm around Changbin’s shoulders, with a pout on his lips. “You guys are so much fun. Will you ever come back?”

Changbin looked at Chan and Felix briefly, slightly taken aback. “Uhh… Maybe”.

Wang Eun whined, gently shaking Changbin back and forth. “You don’t sound too convinced, Binnie”.

Changbin snorted, but before he could reply, the Queen spoke.

“You guys…” Her fingers tapped the glass bottle in her hand, and her rings produced a soft tinkle with the action. “Know that if you ever wish to, there’ll always be a place for you in Lira Le. For all eight of you”, her eyes were trained on the floor far ahead from where she sat, not looking at anyone in particular. “I trust the rest of your crew to be good people, just like you”, she added finally, taking a sip of her drink.

Chan, Changbin, and Felix exchanged looks. Sure, Chan was positive he was going to come back, but he’d honestly not even thought if he’d be able to stay or not–much less his friends. Felix must’ve been drunker than Chan realised, because he saw tears well in the younger’s eyes and his lips quiver a bit.

“You… You really mean that?” Felix’s voice was shaky, and his hands trembled slightly as he grabbed the fabric of his trousers.

Chan brought his hand to Felix’s knee immediately in an attempt to comfort him. Felix was strong in many aspects, especially emotionally–not that he was hard edged by any means, but he had a good understanding of his feelings and had always been really good at expressing them when he needed to.

However, even then, Chan knew that the topic of ‘Home’ had always been one of Felix’s weak spots. Felix had talked to him about it many times in the past, how it would be once they had fulfilled their purpose, where would they even go after… Go back to a planet where he’d been shunned by his own people? He was never too sure. Chan always told him they’d figure it out when the time came, and now, after all the good memories they made here, he wouldn’t be surprised if, the moment the time finally came, Felix decided to come here, too.

“Of course I do, my dear”, Her Majesty chuckled. “Why would I even say it if I didn’t?”

Felix was still for a moment, until he finally moved, a bit abruptly. He stood up from the sofa and crossed the few steps left to where the Queen sat on the floor. He knelt, whispering a ‘Sorry not sorry’, and pulled her into a hug, burying his face on her shoulder as she patted his back.

“Hey… It’s okay”, she placed her drink on the floor to return Felix’s hug. He was whispering something to her, which made her chuckle. “Yes, I do mean it”, there was a pause, and more slurred, unintelligible words from Felix. Her eyes softened, jumping between both Chan and Changbin. “Yes, dear. All of them. Don’t worry”.

Chan looked at Changbin, who simply looked back at him with a soft smile on his lips and shrugged–albeit with a bit of difficulty since Wang Eun was still hanging onto his frame. Changbin had the same look in his eyes that Felix did before he threw himself into the Queen’s arms, the same Chan had given Her Majesty when they had spoken about their feelings all those weeks ago…

Just like back then, his eyes were filled with hope.

Chan had come into these chambers sixty days ago with nothing but his torn clothes and crushed spirits. Now, as he stared at the three boxes filled to the brim with miscellaneous items, he started to truly feel the impact of his stay here. How did he even manage to gather so much stuff?

Sure, he’d bought a few knick-knacks here and there that he found cute, or for his friends back at their base–small things to spark a tiny bit of joy in the usually grimm space. But what about everything else?

The Queen had insisted that they all take the clothes they’d been using here with them if they wanted, which they obviously did. They were comfortable, form fitting, and lightweight, which were characteristics that would come in handy when they were back out there. When she told them to keep them, he hadn’t really realised there’d be so many.

Chan turned around to look at the table. The only things on it were his used plates from the meal he’d just had, and his now closed journal next to it–with the two wads of plum-coloured ribbon neatly rolled on top of it. He wanted to keep them, but he wasn’t really sure if they were considered clothing, so he had decided to give them back. He was just waiting to build some confidence to do it.

A sudden knock on his door brought Chan back from his thoughts, and he offered a soft ‘Come in’ before he saw the door opening and the Queen stepping into the threshold. Her hair was damp, but her face was no longer flushed like it’d been earlier on the ship when the group drank and laughed together.

“Hey”, the Queen closed the door behind her, and stepped further into the room as she twirled the ring on her index finger with her thumb.

“Hey”, Chan wasn’t sure what to say. Well, actually, he knew what he wanted to say, or rather, what he wanted to do, but he couldn’t bring himself to do anything else other than remain rooted on the spot right there by the table.

“Are you excited?” She had a soft smile on her lips as she walked closer, but still left a fair distance between them.

Was he? Was he excited? He was certainly feeling something, but what that something was he didn’t quite understand yet.

“I’m happy I’ll get to see my friends again”, and Chan truly was, he missed them deeply. “But, to be honest, I’m finding it a bit… tough to leave”.

She hummed, walking over to the stacked boxes close to the table. “You’ve been here for a while, guess it makes sense”.

How could Chan even begin to explain that it was more than that? He wasn’t sure, so he decided to avoid the topic altogether. Instead, he turned to the table and picked up the two rolls of ribbon.

“Guess I should be giving these back. Although, I’m not sure If I should give them to you or…”

The Queen looked at his hand for a few seconds, then turned her gaze back to his, and her expression softened a bit. “I enchanted those for you. They’re yours, darling. I’m sure they’ll be helpful in the field”.

Warmth spread within Chan as soon as the words left her mouth. It was such a simple gesture, but, somehow, the fact that she had enchanted these things specifically for him made him feel… giddy. So, to cope, he decided to be annoying, and to use his best teasing tone to speak.

“Wow, you really charmed me up, huh?”

The Queen groaned, rolling her eyes and bringing a hand to her face. “Dear Gods, I can’t believe you”, even if her face was still partially covered by her hand, she was laughing now.

Chan chuckled, deciding now to be a bit more honest. “Thank you, though. Truly. For everything”.

She removed her hand from her face, and her eyes found his. Silence fell between them for a few moments, Chan could see the gears turning in her brain just from the look in her eyes. He could see in them all the things he knew she wanted to say, but she wouldn’t dare say.

She took a deep breath and smiled. “Sol wanted to say goodbye… but he doesn’t deal well with these things at all, so he sent me to bid you farewell. Hoseok, too. He had to stay back doing damage control”.

Chan hummed. “That’s fine… Is that what you came here for?”

Was he… Was he disappointed? Maybe he was, but he decided it was best to just ignore it.

“No”, the Queen chuckled. “I was gonna come here anyway, obviously”.

She went silent after that, and her eyes scanned his face intently. After a while, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, only to open her eyes again. “There’s… There’s another thing I wanted to give to you”.

Chan was puzzled, and slightly taken aback. “You don’t need–”

“I know”, she interrupted him, walking a bit closer, close enough that Chan’s senses were flooded by the smell of lavender from her freshly washed hair. Her Majesty reached into her pocket, and pulled something out of it. Whatever it was, it was small enough to fit in her closed fist.

She walked closer, right into Chan’s space. Slowly, she took a hold of one of Chan’s hands that had been limp by his side. It was honestly almost embarrassing how the contact of her fingertips on his skin sent jolts of electricity down his spine, how warmth suddenly spread within him. That comforting humming sound seemed to start ringing a tad louder in his ears.

She kept his hand in hers while she placed the mystery object in his palm, so he could finally see what it was.

A necklace, with a blue stone attached to it.

“Just in case you… need me”, the Queen’s eyes were trained on the necklace, and their hands remained in the same position as neither of them moved.

A stone-comm.

She was giving him a stone-comm…

The gesture was so unexpected Chan suddenly felt heat creep up from his chest to the back of his neck. Although it didn’t quite reach his face yet, thankfully.

“Is it… a two way wavelength?” He hadn’t seen any stone-comm that wasn’t used for two way communication in his time here, but suddenly he felt the urge to make sure, especially when he started to understand the undertone in this gift.

She nodded. The heat of her palm on the back of his hand seeped into his skin, and the feeling raced straight into his heart.

Chan needed to know if there were any conditions to this. He needed to make sure, otherwise he might overstep her boundaries, so he asked. “Emergencies only?”

The Queen chuckled softly, her eyes finally moved away from his hand to instead look him in the eyes. “Not really. You can really use it whenever. In case you… need me. Or I need you. You know… We can talk”.

She was trying her best to conceal her true intentions. But as Chan stared deeply into her eyes, he understood, just like he always did. Just in case you miss me, or I miss you.

“You know…” Chan chuckled, trying his best to ignore the heat he felt spread on his face as he finally closed his fist around the necklace. “When you do cute shit like this, you make it really hard to keep my promise”.

Her Majesty huffed out a laugh. Her eyes scanned his face for a moment, until she spoke again, bringing her free hand to the nape of his neck. “No need for you to break your promise”.

The moment her lips pressed against his, Chan felt his head spin, especially with the way the contact ignited that flame deep within him. He needed her close, there was just too much space between them for his liking, so he brought his hands to lay on her lower back–one of them still in a fist as he didn’t want to drop her gift–and he pulled her closer for her body to be flush against his.

As their lips moulded to one another, Chan felt more certain than ever of his decision, of his new goal. If he had a future after all this, this was how he wanted it to be like. Full of warmth, of comfort, just… full of her. So he was going to fight for that without hesitation.

As she pulled back from the kiss, her hand played with the hair on the back of his head. “Stay safe out there”, she sounded genuinely concerned, which he could understand completely.

Chan hummed, brushing the tip of his nose against hers in a tender gesture. “Don’t explode too many bookcases while I’m gone”.

She huffed out a laugh, and placed a quick kiss on his lips. “What’s the point if you’re not going to be here to stop me”, she added, sarcastically, with a roll of her eyes and a smile on her face.

Chan looked at her face for a moment, taking in her features, until he finally leaned in, and pressed a soft kiss to the apple of her cheek. He proceeded to move further up to press a kiss on her forehead, bringing her into a hug.

With her arms around his shoulders and her face buried in the crook of his neck, Chan could feel the Queen’s warmth seeping into him, and he tried his best to commit the feeling to memory. Who knew how long it’d be until he could feel this again…

He was going to say something, something sappy and embarrassing, but before the words left his mouth, the door of his chambers swung open abruptly, making the both of them detach from the other and take a step back faster than a deer could run at an unexpected sound.

With wide eyes, they stared at Wang Eun, who stepped into the room, eyeing them both intently. A smile crept onto his lips, and Chan noticed then how flushed his face was, just like it had been back at the ship.

“Ahhhhh! Farewell hug!” Wang Eun’s words slurred slightly, which was a clear sign that he was either drunk or very tipsy still.

He ran from the door towards Chan, and as soon as he was within reach, he threw his arms around Chan’s neck and pulled him into a hug. The Queen just chuckled softly next to them, with amusement dancing in her eyes.

Chan patted Wang Eun on the back a few times, whispering ‘It’s okay, it’s okay’ as he felt the man’s arms tremble around him and his tears soaking on his shirt. Sobbed words of ‘Gonna miss your ugly face in the morning’ brought a melancholic smile to Chan’s lips while he consoled the man.

The Queen moved closer, patting Wang Eun on the back a few times before she took a hold of one of Chan’s hands. She gave it a reassuring squeeze, and, as discreetly as she could, she brought it close to her lips and pressed a brief kiss to the back of his hand. The gesture honestly made him feel like he was going to explode right then and there.

After he gave her hand a squeeze as well, she excused herself and finally left the room.

Chan’s eyes remained trained on the door even after she was gone, until Wang Eun spoke again.

“Time to help you with these boxes, captain”.

As Wang Eun and Chan made it to the Big Bad Wolf, they found Freyja sitting by the door, with her piercing yellow eyes staring at Chan. He placed the box in his hands on the grass, and brought a hand up towards the panther’s face. She rubbed her forehead against his hand, and a low rumbling sound came from deep within her, almost shaking him to his very core.

Freyja was a smart feline, just with the way she affectionately licked his hand and rubbed her forehead against the back and palm of his hand, it was very clear to Chan that she understood he was about to leave.

“Goodbye, baby girl. I’ll miss you, too”, Chan whispered to Freyja, leaning in to place a soft kiss on her forehead.

If someone had told Chan sixty days ago that he’d be getting this physically close to a giant panther, he would’ve laughed in their face at how ridiculous and dangerous that sounded like. Now, as Freyja circled around him, as her tail tangled around his limbs, there wasn’t a single gram of fear in him towards her, there was only comfort and love.

After one final scratch behind her ears, Chan picked up the box from the grass and went inside the ship to find Wang Eun already placing the two boxes he’d been carrying into the storage room next to the resting area, right by Changbin’s and Felix’s boxes.

Once everything was stored neatly and secured in place, Chan reached out to Wang Eun to pull the man into a final hug, giving him a few encouraging pats on the back. Changbin and Felix came into the room right then, and they took the opportunity to say their goodbyes as well.

Wang Eun hugged the other two just as tightly as he had hugged Chan. He was no longer tearing up, but Chan could see the pout on his lips and the way they quivered slightly. With a soft ‘Be safe. Hope to see you guys soon’, Wang Eun left the ship, leaving Chan, Changbin, and Felix inside the Big Bad Wolf, once again on their own, just like they had been sixty days ago.

“Prepare for takeoff”, Chan fell naturally into his captain role, rushing orders out of his mouth to his co-pilot as soon as they were both secured to their seats.

“Roger”, Changbin pressed buttons on the console in front of him, assisting Chan to activate the brand new motor of the ship, and setting coordinates in the navigation system.

Felix silently strapped himself to his seat, where he curled himself into a ball as much as he could, and he tried to doze off. He was, clearly, still a bit tipsy from how much he’d drank earlier.

Since the ship had crash-landed, it was stationed at an inadequate spot for takeoff, so the perimeter around the Big Bad Wolf had been secured in advance to make sure no civilians or wildlife came close when the engines turned on.

“Motor and engines ready, captain”, Changbin announced.

“Off we go, then”, Chan whispered. He meant to say that to his friends, but he said it so quietly, it was almost as if he was saying it to himself.

Chan saw from the main viewport how the trees and the grass around the ship rustled as the Big Bad Wolf started to lift off. The familiar rumbling of the engine became their background noise as they made it to the air, and the shapes of the buildings, trees, and mountains slowly became smaller and less detailed the further up they went.

As soon as they made it into the atmosphere, Changbin’s low voice broke through the silence, sounding much more defeated than the last time they sat in this very control room doing this exact same thing. “Loading hyperdrive”.

Chan hummed in acknowledgement, steering the ship further and further away from the planet below. The ship was running smoothly, he could tell by the way it broke through the gravitational pull of the planet seamlessly, and with barely any turbulence.

However, a sense of uneasiness settled in the pit of his stomach. Something didn’t feel right, and it had nothing to do with the ship.

“Hyperdrive ready, captain”.

With a nod, Chan gave the crew a final warning before pressing the big red button. “Hold on tight, boys”.

As they entered hyperspace, and finally left Lira Le behind them, Chan came to a puzzling realisation.

Once again, after a long, long time, his head was oddly quiet. He could hear only his thoughts and the rumbling of the ship… All of a sudden, that odd, comforting humming in his skull was gone.

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#stray kids fantasy au #stray kids fanfiction #bang chan fanfiction #bang chan fic #skz fanfic #skz fanfiction #stray kids fanfic

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In the land of Gods and Monsters...

The realm has lived in relative peace for 60 years after the War in the North, but not all is what is seems. Many will be tested as a new foe threatens to shake up the seven kingdoms.

Which side will you find yourself on?

Gods & Monsters is an appless RPG with an AU retelling of the events after the end of the Game of Thrones television series and beyond.

We are still in search of a couple more admins to help us run things around here! If you're interested please send us a message.

main | plot | guidelines | houses

#admin wanted #got rpg #lsrpg #game of thrones roleplay #period roleplay #house of the dragon roleplay #a song of ice and fire roleplay

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Does dante have a spouse after nana in your rewrite?

Short answer: No? Probably not. But I think he'd still stay close with Nichole, I kinda go into a lot of lengthy in-depth character and relationship analysis chewing on the idea under the cut

I don’t think so. I think if he did, it’d be Nichole, but only after years of communication and healing. They’re on good, friendly terms now, but I think there’d still be a lot of trust issues and pain left over from their break-up and the messy divorce situation as a whole that they’d have to work through before they’d consider trying again. But even then I feel like my version of Dante would struggle with a lot of self-worth issues, abandonment issues, childhood trauma, and guilt, enough that he wouldn’t let himself get close to Nichole, Kawaii~Chan, or anyone else in fear of messing it up. After losing his family, Aphmau, Garroth, Laurance, Aaron (those 4 due to their deaths + the Irene dimension + laurance's space-traveling disappearance), Nichole, and Kawaii~Chan, he feels like he can’t lose anyone else before breaking completely. Gene left some heavy scars

Though, I do want him to be happy, so I can see him settling down with either Nichole or another woman outside of PD in his 60s or so. It takes a while, but they end up working through it and retiring together. They likely move out of PD, get their own cabin, and live peacefully and quietly in the woods away from any wars or fighting, and Dimitri & Travis would visit frequently for tea and dinner

It’s a possibility, I don’t think it’s something I’m currently planning to explore in the fic though. I’d like to see Nichole and Dante work out their issues and find some contentment and happiness together, maybe they retire together. Or maybe Dante retires and Nichole gives Dimitri the role of Lord of Scaleswind but still continues her physical work by becoming a miner and a soldier The Phoenix Drop alliance can call in at any time to kick ass in battle, while Dante is pretty done with dealing w/ the horrors of war by age 68

Edit: Actually that gave me an idea, I think I’d end up going with that “Dante and Nichole retiring together” idea for the far-off post-ending content for my au, but their relationship is a little more convoluted than just “they get married and love each other and all is well.” As people (with these non-canon versions) Dante is a very cautious person and a coward at heart. He’s working on it, but he has a lot of guilt he’s grabbling with. By the time he’s in his 40s, he’s been through a lot, he’s matured a lot, he’s built this sort of “nest” for himself mentally. He’d much rather take things slow and finally have some peace in his life for once. And though Nichole has grown up and changed a lot too over the past 15-20~ years, I believe she’s still a fire at heart. A dampened one, but the kind of power and fury and energy she had in her youth isn’t something that’d completely go away, much like Katelyn’s. I think that would cause some personality clash between Nichole and Dante that'd make it hard for them to ever marry.

In my mind the difference between Katelyn and Nichole’s inner fire is that Katelyn could go through 20-40+ years of raw hellish suffering and come out forged all the stronger and fiercer of a fighter than she was before, she can’t be stopped, not a single chip of her would be lost. You beat Katelyn down and she’s only gonna come back swinging harder than ever. Nichole however, she doesn’t have that kind of infinitely blazing inner strength (maybe because she doesn’t have Menphia’s relic? It’s likely mostly personality differences). When she takes a debilitating blow, she gets knocked down and that fire of her grows a little smaller. She learns to steel herself and grow a thicker, stronger defense to make up for it, while Katelyn grows a stronger offense. If Katelyn is like a wolf, then Nichole is more like a fox. She finds her own, indirect ways to work around.

But that fire’s never gonna go out completely, and maybe with time she learns to reclaim the whimsy of her younger years and blazes a lot more freely and happily, in her early 60s and onwards. She regains her playful, fox-like spirit and overcomes the way most of the adults of PD left behind in the 15 year time skip were eroded away in their hope and friend’s absence. And that’s the difference between her and Dante, because Dante never fully recovered from everything that happened to him, while Nichole could and likely does bounce back, in good time. The sheer personality difference between Nichole and Dante that grows over time would make it harder for them to ever remarry and be a perfect, happy couple that’s entirely romantic. But they share a history together, they bore a son, their pasts have forever bonded them as family. Dante and Nichole are family now, that will forever effect the way they see and treat each other from now on, especially to two people who have struggled with or lost so much family before.

So I don’t think they could ever fully detach from one another. I don’t think they’d get married, but I think they’d move away to a private place together. Nichole rekindles herself by starting her own mining business, reclaiming what she used to love doing in her youth to find her heart again, and Dante tries to better himself and grow stronger as a person under her example and influence. But their personalities would be far too divided and opposing to marry (plus old, old scars that don’t quite go away) or become more anything than mildly romantically involved with one another. They wouldn’t be having any more kids any time soon. But they still stay close-by each other, because they can’t bare to see the other lost forever. They’d have to die together, of old age or sickness, less than a year apart. They wouldn’t be able to survive any longer than that. They need to be separate, for their own emotional sake, but they wouldn't dare to live without each other.

They’re not really “wife and husband,” they’re together in the sense that they maintain their own comfortable, quiet, protected home that they made together. They wouldn’t find any interest in marrying other people (mainly and especially because Kawaii~Chan goes off on her own to court Zane ((and Reese if I’m allowed to dream)). They’d have each other, as close friends, as family, as…something. Their own thing, I think. I think that’s what I’ll write for my fic, that’s where Dante ends up after the divorce

#MCD #Minecraft diaries rewrite au #aphmau #iridisasks

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scriptores · 1 year

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 : agent twilight, spy x family

overview: in the middle of a cold war between the neighboring nations of westalis & ostania, twilight is a top agent working under W.I.S.E (westalian intelligence service - eastern division) striving to safeguard the fragile state of peace that grows more precarious everyday. a master of disguise, he is frequently sent undercover in the thick of ostanian territory, where many of his missions deal with thwarting extremist groups, infiltrating the inner circles of national unity party members (the political party that was deposed at the end of the first war), and extracting any information or plans that may bring on another war. for this reason, he's known as the man with a thousand faces, the ostanian government's most wanted agent, infamous for his achievements, while his true face, history, and identity remain an enigma.

VERSES.

canon: operation stryx is the current mission. his target is donovan desmond, the former prime minister and elusive leader of the national unity party who is in talks of planning something big and potentially detrimental to peace relations. twilight is posing as loid forger, a psychiatrist in the capital of ostania, berlint city, and has been tasked with building the perfect fake family in order to blend in with ostania's elite class and have his child enrolled in the same prestigious school as desmond's youngest son. due to a shortage of spies on the ground, he's also tasked with too many side quests, and can be found just about anywhere wearing any face. plots can take place within the series timeline, or prior with one of twilight's previous covers and operations.

mi6 / 007 / man from u.n.c.l.e. au: will usually be set in the 60s, but can also be used for modern day interactions and espionage universes. twilight is an agent for mi6 frequently tasked with undercover missions, primarily in europe, but throughout the continents as well. his job is to stop extremist activities before they become public, and gather or destroy intel as necessary to prevent another world war. much like his canon verse, no one outside his affiliated organizations and close assets know what he really looks like. ( he collaborates with u.n.c.l.e. but is still mi6; for james bond plots he's agent 004, still only known as twilight )

regency spy au: originally german, but orphaned in england, he works for england's war office as an undercover agent & asset during the napoleon wars. he's using several covers to keep an eye on the ton for traitorous plans, as well as the area of kent ( near aubrey hall ) where much of the supply and information smuggling happens. ( loosely based on julia quinn's spy duology )

dragon age: twilight was orphaned during the rebellion war between ferelden & orlais, and was trained to be a ferelden spy by william cousland. his first mission was to ensure empress celene's succession. he attended the university of orlais under the guise of a free marcher's heir and discreetly thwarted assassination attempts on the empress. with the peace treaty finally struck, twilight had been tasked with keeping an eye out for any breaches on either side, but primarily in orlais. he was stuck there the start of the blight, but despite the closed borders was able to find his way back in. he can be picked up as a companion in origins. by the events of da:i, leliana approaches him to join her and the inquisition as one of her top informants. his focus is then on tevinter, the ventori, and eventually the agents of fen'harel.

DOSSIER

name. [redacted] codename. twilight alias(es). loid forger (psychiatrist), robert (gov. attaché), lawrence (black market), lionel (national defense), roy (westalian soldier) pronouns. he/him age. late 20s / early 30s origin/nationality. luwen, westalis (default). west germany (60s/modern) etymology. human / spy. sexuality. bisexual alignment. neutral good , w.i.s.e. (canon), mi6 (60s/modern)

relations. * from loid forger's I.D. file: anya forger, daughter (alive), yor forger née briar, wife (alive) * from twilight's destroyed I.D. file: [redacted], mother (deceased), [redacted], father (presumed dead), [redacted], grand-uncle (deceased)

height. 6'2" build. slender / athletic hair. blonde eyes. blue scars. * from a shot in his left thigh, the bullet is still there, this is the ugliest one; * from a shot below his collar bone, with an exit wound on his right shoulder blade. * back of his head that's covered up by his hair. you'd only notice if you feel for it. scents. clean leather, gunpowder, cognac, tonka bean, and oak wood known languages: * canon verse: westalian, ostanian, hugarian, nortic * modern verse: german, dutch, english, japanese, french, russian, hungarian, & romansh. also basic portuguese.

abilities / skillset. master of disguise; expert marksmanship; genius intellect with a photographic memory; master tactician (sort of like nanami's ratio strategy, twilight can quickly scan a room/opponent/obstacle, play out various probable approaches in real-time until he finds the most precise and efficient one to win)

restrictions. while still strong, he'll rely on strategy to overpower someone, can be overwhelmed by large numbers when his stamina fails him; his kindness. while he is very methodical and unemotional during an operation, his kindness will on rare occasion win over his logic and may lead to decisions that would otherwise compromise his mission; a sleep deprived babe, may be vulnerable during naps.

theme. you only live twice, nancy sinatra / eleanor rigby, cody fry / rhinestone eyes, the gorillaz

#📸 profile : twilight

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secret-third-thing · 11 months

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Fanfiction writing ask, all the ones that end in zero goooooooo!

OMG THAT'S SO MANY. Thank you thank you thank you

10 -Do you work on multiple wips or stick to one fic at a time?

Multiple ones, but I "limit" myself to max 3 fic at a time. My biggest challenge is finishing things, so I’ve been really pushing myself to balance some short pieces with only one long one. That being said, I have an idea document that I keep updated, so I don’t lose anything that I really like.

20 - Do you prefer writing AUs or canon fics?

Canon is easier for some reason? I think that’s because I like working within confines of a pre-existing world rather than having A TON of possibility. That being said, I am warming up to AUs and have been trying my hand at them.

30 - How much do you edit your fics? Do you edit as you write or wait until you finish the first draft?

A ton. I try and get everything out at once. Then I read for plot…does it make sense (hopefully)? Then I edit for specific word choice. Then I go back and do this bit over and over until I get so sick of the chapter that I would rather clean my apartment. THEN I run everything through grammarly and pray it catches everything. Then I post… and then I find errors. : )

40 - What is your favorite world that you’ve created for a fic?

I don't have a lot out but BITW is my fav...which is just ACOTAR 2.0. SJM didn’t give us a lot on Montesere so I basically built an entire nation/economy/politics for several months so I’d have something to work with. It’s not perfect but I’m proud of it.

50 - How would you describe your writing style?

I’m cheating here a bit. My writing instructor from when I took a class this year says that I like to write with visceral sensations err… like “feel it in your body” kind of things. I don’t know if my fanfics really embody that, but my original fiction definitely leans on sensations being a major component of my writing. I also am very plot driven.

60 - In [insert fic], what inspired the idea for the plot?

I’ll do a 2 for 1 on this one You’re going to laugh at this, BITW was inspired by The Cruel Prince, Natasha, Pierre, and the War of 1812 (aka War and Peace), St. George and the Dragon, and my desperate need for Eris to get laid by someone who will give him hell first. Heatwave is just inspired by Rockport, MA + My late cousin who had Elain’s job.

70 - Are you subscribed to any writers on AO3?

My friends @bennylavasbuns + @praetorqueenreyna, and GreenZeus and LadyTess (both not on Tumblr????? idk). I need to use this feature more often. I didn’t start actually “USING” AO3 until recently so I’m still discovering how this site works haha. I am certain that in a month I will have about 30 writers on this list.

80 - Free space - asker can come up with any writing or fic-related question they want!

You didn't give me a question so I'll ask a random one I just thought of <3: What's the longest thing you've ever written?

Back from 2015-18 I co-wrote a fic with a close friend. It was this very CW-style (like riverdale) queer drama about slightly supernatural-ish teens living in a mansion in the woods. I still have all of it. I wish I could do something with it one day, but the timing isn't right. It's two hundred typed pages...single spaced.

#stt ramblings #fanfic asks #Love this thank you!!!

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i just love lore so is there any background info or heacanons about the ncta organization you think is cool and would like the share with the class?

i obviously really love this kind of ask because i can unleash my headcanons like they aren't the deeply intricated stuff i have written stressing me out so thank you for asking!

(here's my notes i made on my phone over the last few weeks, some vague spoilers for wips and future works)

i have a pet theory it's been normalized that most modern spy works outside of hyperfictionalized superhero-adjacent stuff like Bourne, Bond, and M:I return to this era because our current media has an easier time talking about Russia and communism being the greatest evil rather than reflecting on Western imperialist and colonialist devastation in the global south

background/inspo/setting

the timeline in this AU is nebulous and jumps around a bit and no one really ages (maybe they're vampires?) but i'm keeping it limited to alternate versions of the 60s-90s based on the fact that this was the time of peak cold war era spy fiction and that's what i know best

other inspirational texts besides Mission: Impossible and the wide range of spy fiction and old school TV are Venture Bros., Ed Brubaker's work on Captain America (Marvel's attempts at spy stuff in general really), The Man from U.N.C.L.E. (2015), Atomic Blonde (2017), and a few more

the NCTA building is located somewhere in the Virginia side of the DMV. most of the agents have permanent residency in these areas or adjacent to them. the institutional cover is Neotech Industries which specializes in government-contracted tech advancement projects and has a full legal wing dedicated to institutional reform and emerging markets. many of the employees have no idea what they do but it's very dry and boring in a pre-internet age way and of course allows them special access to US intelligence networks. like the IMF in Mission: Impossible they're a multinational project mostly working against rich, evil, and powerful influences in global politics with a fierce interest in minimizing human costs and bettering the world in secret. aka the author wishes to make this spy fantasy not a spy fact

pretty much all SM groups exist in this AU and the original NCTA was started by my favorite 2nd gen group who you'll probably be able to guess easily but will be introduced in the Yuta installment. they're a shadow organization now that 127 has taken over but are still very much active. they're already name-dropped in some of my wips but expect to hear about Diamante, Exile, Artemis, and a few others.

section V

fun fact: the NCTA lacks fem agents because they are all actively recruited by Artemis, a rival/reluctant ally org of all-women agents. Black Widow but based because I love ggs. it's common knowledge they've infiltrated the agency but it's allowed to both supply counter-intel (Section V's responsibility) as well as keep the peace. one (or maybe more?) of the neos gets a dedicated romance with a rival agent in their installment and I'm looking forward to giving a peek inside that institution, especially wrt aespa's role/lore

speaking of future WIPs I think the one I'm looking forward to the most is Section V. I wanted to make an A-Team style ragtag group of misfits who also happen to be incredibly good at what they do. They're an independent wing of the NCTA who run counterintelligence and agency security and go out in the field as a team or as counsel with other agents for high-stakes operations

In lieu of any details here's their trope alignments and what I've constructed based on their existing personas:

Kun [Diplomacy] - as mentioned in D&S is Director of Internal Security so 2nd in command to the Director. He provides operational oversight but like Taeyong is an experienced active field agent that will participate in missions as an Ace Pilot/Mentor. Perpetually sighing at everyone but especially his team. I will write y/n with him eventually as he deserves but Ten will have to be involved in some capacity

Ten [Stealth] is the agency's top spy and responsible for NCTA training protocol. He's a Black Widow type with a troubled past but also The Heart/Team Mom of the group. Most likely to use lethal force in combat so rightly feared by everyone in the team and the agency with the exception of the Directors. Trained Johnny and a few of the other agents (amongst other things) and never lets them forget it

Winwin [Diplomacy] is the Face of the group and the one most in the public eye. He's there to provide cover/legitimacy for operations needing access to elite institutions or to play roles such as a wealthy buyer. Very shy and reserved when he's not playing a part but intelligent and knowledgeable and worldly. Also in the vein of Mr. T absolutely terrified of flying.

Xiaojun [Stealth] is Kun's right hand and the Brains of the op and computing/cryptography expert. He's expected to do more field ops as part of the younger trio and is fully capable but is more dedicated to eye-in-the-sky technology and providing direction and information. The Lancer to Yangyang's Hero, he tries to keep the impulsivity of the younger agents in check while constantly being steamrolled by them.

Hendery [Combat] is the technical/weapons/demolitions expert of the group. Goofy, sweet personality but most likely to do the most damage in the shortest amount of time, by accident or not. Acts as The Heavy with a heart of gold and Yangyang's field partner and is the glue keeping the younger trio together. Comic relief as usual but also extremely reliable and kind and gets along well with non-Section agents. Most often deployed as Winwin's bodyguard in public-facing ops but absolutely useless with women (in a fun way)

As regards sub-units I have a personal comfort hardline policy on writing certain Dream members T-rated-only (Renjun, Chenle, Jisung) so future wips are a bit out except for them working with older agents. however my next big WIP in the vein of D&S is the story of how Mark gets recruited into the agency by Haechan's partner and ruins his life (literally) before they eventually become best frenemys. I'm not going to let on who wins y/n's heart in that one except that the love triangle in this one will not end with an OT3 (unlike a few others) and the loser will get his own one-shot to make up for it

Yangyang [combat] is Ten's understudy/apprentice and the group wildcard. If this were a TV show he'd be the main character/new guy (yeah you know my bias now) who is always getting into trouble and somehow slipping out of it. Wants badly to be an international man of mystery but no one takes him seriously. Personality quirk is always saying what no one else in their right mind would say aloud, and usually at the wrong time.

Didi line will have their own dedicated series because I love them and their chaotic gamer energy and would like to throw them against an enemy spy or spies that would toy with them with a comedy angle while the older agents have to help them find their groove

Project: DREAM

You'll meet more Dream members but they're all apprenticed to older agents or working specialized roles within the agency at current writing. Their program is important because they're NCTA's attempt to build agents from the ground up, providing advanced covers while crosstraining them in intelligence roles. so I've approached them more like child superheroes than the others with double lives within double lives. For 5Dream specifically:

Jaemin is Doyoung’s intern learning legal and financial (corporate espionage)

Jisung is Taeyong's leadership intern and personal assistant/bodyguard

Renjun is the Q character supporting Research under Section V oversight and working directly with field agents to provide weaponry and spytech

Chenle is working in medical which is a part of Research along with Renjun, doubling as a combat medic and agent health assessor

Jeno is partnered with Chenle currently (you'll meet him in D&S follow-up) but has been cycled through multiple roles and trainings previously for field agent advancement under Mark and Haechan

They've all survived placements with semi-retired agents and agents (getting paired with mentors to put the fear of God into them), as well as working with newer recruits in basic field training.

rookies

i have plans for the Rookies even though I've made Sungtaro into the surveillance team, but definitely will find a place for them once I actually have time to watch their content on Viki and especially if they debut. What can I say, Shohei has my attention as a big ol' goth boi with a government assigned eagle persona. He better be in NCT 2023 (hopefully later rather than sooner with this fucked up winter schedule) and I need more interactions with him and Johnny stat

thanks again for the ask and hope you have an excellent holiday break and new year

#hex peach answers #hex peach updates #future wips #ncta au

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Absences from work

Everyone talks about absence from work. But if you don’t show up for work, it’s professional misconduct and you can be fired for it. What we’re talking about is absence from work, which is justified by a sick leave, i.e. due to illness. To speak of absence from work without mentionning illness is to question the competence of the doctor who is supposed to make sick leaves without cause, and to deny the suffering of those who are absent from work.

We also hear the expression “call in sick”, as if we had a choice, as if it were something we could do without cause. Either you’re sick, or you’re able to go to work. It’s up to the doctor to judge, not the patient.

The image of the absentee is linked to that of a deserter who would compromise the outcome of the war.

There’s also the suffering of those who can’t take a break and hurt themselves even more. They continue to work when they should be at home, because of a moral rather than a medical judgment. They’re afraid they won’t get their contract renewed, won’t get a promotion or will be fired on the grounds that they’re lazy. They are made to feel guilty because others have done the work for them. But in the case of sick leave, it’s the social security system that pays the salary. Why doesn’t the employer hire replacements?

The work overload transferred to the other employees results in a cascade of sick leave, as the overwork makes them ill.

In addition, there are cases of sick leave absences due to a lack of flexibility on the part of the employer. Health appointments must be guaranteed. If the employer refuses to make arrangements, a sick leave is required.

Employers have a responsibility to provide a non-toxic work environment. Some people fall ill because the pressure is too great, or because they are harassed. What’s more, when people are forced to work beyond the age of 55, there will be sick leave. If retirement is only possible at 67, those who age badly will fall ill.

Business CEO are entitled to nothing. Their status does not allow them to take vacations or leave when they are ill. They are not entitled to unemployment cover. This creates an imbalance with employees. Why do they have this status? Everyone should have the same rights.

It’s true that there are some slackers, but we have to target them and accuse only those who are guilty.

This discourse is toxic.

Health insurance pays for these absences from work. Yet 60% of workers have “bullshit jobs”. In other words, the community is paying for work that provides no service whatsoever. If we implemented a universal basic income and eliminated these jobs that provide no service, there would be fewer absences, because there would be fewer employees and there would be a better pool of replacements.

Lack of confidence comes at a price. Since you need a medical leave, you have to go to the doctor. But there are waiting lists. Which means more days off work just to see the doctor. For minor ailments, trust should be enough. There’s no need to go and spread germs at the doctor’s, or to pay people to check that there’s a sick leave. The cost of checking is monstrous, and we’re blocking doctor’s appointments that could be more useful. Some people will cheat, but it will cost less in the end.

The motto is Liberté Egalité Fraternité (Liberty Equality Fraternity); we rely on trust that benefits us all. A controlling society is detrimental to all. Fraternity enables everyone to live in dignity, without conditions. There will be slackers and lazy people who will have to be sorted out, but the result for the whole is better.

What matters is that the work is well done and useful; it’s not how much time you spend at work.

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L’ absentéisme au travail: https://www.aurianneor.org/l-absenteisme/

What you work for matters: https://www.aurianneor.org/what-you-work-for-matters-peaceful-environment-for/

Work: https://www.aurianneor.org/work-work-1915-charlie-chaplin/

Travail, Famille, Consommation vs Liberté Egalité, Fraternité: https://www.aurianneor.org/travail-famille-consommation-vs-liberte-egalite/

#absent #absentee #aurianneor #ceo #health #illness #lazy #mental illness #replacement #retirement #sick leave #slacker #work

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nordseehexe · 5 months

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Der Pishtaku

Pishtaku, Pishtakuq oder Pishtaq (auf Ancash-Quechua), hispanisiert Pishtaco, in Südperu Nak'aq (auf Qusqu-Qullaw-Quechua) oder Nakaq (auf Chanka-Quechua), in Puno und Bolivien Kharisiri, Lik'ichiri oder Llik'ichiri (auf Aymara), ist in der andinen Tradition der Quechua und Aymara in Peru und Bolivien ein monströser, meist weißer Mörder, der den ermordeten Indigenen das Fett aussaugt.

Die Legende vom fettsaugenden Mörder Pishtaku oder Nak'aq ist in den peruanischen Anden insbesondere in den Regionen Ancash, Huánuco, Junín, Huancavelica, Cuzco, Ayacucho, Apurímac, Pasco und im Bergland von Lima lebendig. Die traumatischen Erfahrungen der Indigenen mit den spanischen Eroberern – ähnlich wie auch mit Vertretern der Macht bis in die Gegenwart – wurden in der Kolonialzeit bereits früh in Mythen verarbeitet. Der Pishtaku macht sich über Männer und Frauen her, die allein sind, und schneidet ihnen die Kehle durch, um ihr Fleisch in Form von Chicharrones zu essen und das Fett zu verkaufen. In anderen Erzählungen begräbt er seine Opfer, mitunter lebendigen Leibes, um die Erde zu düngen und den Gebäuden Festigkeit zu geben.

Der Pishtaku ist in der Regel ein Weißer oder auch Mestize, ein Mann mit Hut und Lederjacke, hoch zu Ross oder im Auto, vom Staat privilegiert und hochgebildet.

Mitunter kann er zu einer benachbarten indigenen Ethnie gehören.

Ricardo Palma beschreibt 1896 in der siebten Serie seiner Tradiciones Peruanas, wie Quechuas von Cusco in der Zeit um 1700 die dortigen Mönche vom Orden Padres Belethmitas oder Barbones (gegründet 1667) als Nacas (Quechua: nak'aqkuna) bezeichneten, die Indigene entführten und töteten, um ihnen Menschenfett zur Herstellung von Salben zu entnehmen.

In der andinen Tradition ist viel Körperfett ein Zeichen von Gesundheit, während Krankheiten mit Abmagerung und Fettmangel erklärt werden. Die Praxis der Conquistadores, Wunden mit dem Fett erschlagener Feinde zu behandeln, entsetzte die Indigenen.

In heutigen Erzählungen wird das Menschenfett für die Funktionsfähigkeit von Maschinen wie etwa Getreidemühlen oder Flugzeugmotoren, in anderen Fällen für pharmazeutische Produkte benötigt. Ebenso werden in Entwicklungshelfern, dem US-amerikanischen Peace Corps oder den Missionaren von SIL International Pishtaku gesehen. Hierzu gehört auch die Vorstellung, dass Kinder zunächst gemästet werden, damit ihnen später das Fett ausgesaugt werden kann.

Als Handlanger katholischer Geistlicher tritt der Nak'aq (hier: ñak’aq), ehemaliger Jünger Jesu, noch in den Jahren 2005 und 2007 in der Erzählung San Bartolomé ñak’aqman tukupun („Wie Sankt Bartholomäus ein Nak'aq wurde“) aus der Gegend von Chinchero bei Cusco auf. Für abgeliefertes Menschenfett – benötigt für Menthol und Medizin – erhält er von den Priestern des Konvents Santo Domingo Silber (oder Geld). Während durch die Landreform unter Juan Velasco Alvarado ab 1969 der vormalige kirchliche Großgrundbesitz den Indigenen gehört und die Tribute – Naturalien und Arbeit – für „Christus, die Seelen und den Priester“ abgeschafft sind, treiben die Nak'aqkuna weiter ihr Unwesen. Wem das Schicksal bestimmt ist, durch einen Nak'aq zu sterben, kann dem nicht entrinnen.

Die Angst vor dem Pishtaku wird von Eltern gegenüber ihren Kindern auch als Erziehungsmittel eingesetzt und so direkt an die nächste Generation weitergegeben.

Nach Einschätzung von Anthony Oliver-Smith, der in den 1960er Jahren in Ancash forschte, hat die Legende vom Pishtaku und das damit verbundene tiefe Misstrauen in die Fremden eine überlebenswichtige Funktion, um die indigene Gemeinde einig und auf Distanz von der realen Bedrohung durch die Weißen und Mestizen zu halten.

Der Pishtaco war auch die Vorlage für eine 2009 bekannt gewordene, aber schnell als Erfindung einiger Polizisten entlarvte moderne Legende, nach der eine als Pishtacos bezeichnete Bande von Serienmördern im Zeitraum seit den 1970er Jahren 60 Menschen ermordet haben soll, um ihr Fett an Kosmetikfirmen zu verkaufen.

#Pishtaku #pishtaco

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juniperberries-canisroot · 6 months

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For the Skyrim Ask Game: Quill for any of your characters you feel like talking about!

Yay asks!

Quill-How does the DragonBorn want their story to be told?

Chantilly Leice▪︎She'd probably rather it not be told at all. She hates being the DragonBorn, she hates the attention that comes with it, she hates the responsibility it put on her in such a difficult time in her life already. Before she became/was found to be the DragonBorn, she used to like the song 'The DragonBorn Comes'. Now, she hates it, cause she sees it as somethin she was supposed to be, the standard others saw her to hold. She still killed Alduin, but she hates that she had to do it.

The whole Mirrak situation years later reopened that can of worms, now an ancient DragonBorn is challenging her. In her story I made Miraak do more things to her personally so I expanded a bit on the DragonBorn DLC. It's slightly different but it doesn't change much, what happens in the DLC still happens.

Still, she hates what she had to do to kill him, Storn dying, people being enthralled by his magic, having to need the help of a Daedric Prince, having to use the Thu'um against Miraak, the responsibility it put on her AGAIN. Atleast this time she had a support group, but it still put a heavy weight on her, especially Storn's death.

In an AU I made for funsies directly inspired by the idea of the Miraak follower mod and others wanting to save Miraak somehow, she makes a deal with Hermaeus Mora and 'saves' Miraak. She'll never admit to anyone that she felt this way it in her story, but she does tell Miraak why she didn't want to kill him in the AU.

Ignore why it's yellow I did that so I could find it quicker in the flood of photos in my album. My phone is not naturally yellow. Also I see now I spelled 'natural' wrong. Whoopsie, oh well.

Ginseng Thorn-Summons▪︎She'd like to put that chapter of her life behind her. She's older (60s somethin), she just wants to retire, but the Civil War and being the DragonBorn have drawn her back in the Imperial Legion. She doesn't hate it like CL, she's just tired. She fought in the Great War, she lost friends, family, she's seen people die, and now the delicate 'peace' that was established with the Aldmeri Domnion threatens to come crashing down all cause one man can't or refuses to see the bigger picture.

Leif Hartvig-Brand, Post Deep End Arc▪︎He would REVEL in it, want his songs to be sung in every tavern, drinks held high and full as people sing of his glories, his accomplishments, his kills, his strength, his power, his legacy. His whole identity now revolves around being this being of higher power, a demi god in the body of a mortal yet one who still weilds the power of a god. He is, in nearly every way, Ginseng's and even Chantilly's opposite in terms of how they view the power. Ginseng and Leif are different sides of the same coin, but those sides couldn't be more different.

#thanks for the asks!#i answer these at the worse time lol #Chantilly Leice #Leif Hartvig-Brand #Ginseng Thorn-Summons #Skyrim #Elder Scrolls #Elder Scrolls V #tes #tesv #ask game #anon #ask meme

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godsandmonstersrpg · 1 year

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In the land of Gods and Monsters...

The realm has lived in relative peace for 60 years after the War in the North, but not all is what is seems. Many will be tested as a new foe threatens to shake up the seven kingdoms.

Which side will you find yourself on?

Gods & Monsters is an appless RPG with an AU retelling of the events after the end of the Game of Thrones television series and beyond.

main | plot | guidelines | houses

#got rpg #got roleplay #got rp #fantasy rpg #period rp

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snarryauctoberfest · 2 years

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2021 Snarry AUctoberfest Masterlist

Art:

Borage by LamLinh - General

Summary: If Severus weren't head over heels for the boy, he would have stopped and questioned his choice of gifts.

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Details of Your Incompetence Do Not Interest Me by amistem - General

Summary: Prompt: The Devil Wears Prada AU. Fashion Icon Severus Snape and younger Harry.

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Quarantine Days by PinaNaponi - Mature

Summary: A collection of three-panel comics about Harry and Severus stuck at home during quarantine.

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Rooftops by princealice - General

Summary: A comic based on the prompt: "Things are different out here on the rooftops. The five London sunsets Harry had spent alone and the one he did not. Severus may be better at flying unaided, but Harry will always have the upper hand speaking about the skies."

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Vae Victis by vacci_piano - Not Rated

Summary: Prince Harry sets out to conquer a tribe of evil mermen.

Unfortunately his plans go awry when he encounters one of the tribe's sorcerers.

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Art & Fic:

The Tale of Three Harrys by LamLinh - Mature, 770 words

Summary: Prompt 54: Snape's biggest nightmare comes true: a Hogwarts full of Harry Potters. He has to keep them from dying and satisfy their every need.

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Podfic:

Final Examination by asecretchord, JocundaSykes - Not Rated, 2 hours and 5 mins

Summary:

"Is this some sort of test?"

"Everything that doesn't kill you is."

"Mind you," he added, "surviving doesn't always mean you passed."

― Michelle Sagara West

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All You Need is Love by TreggiDi, JocundaSykes - Explicit, 32700 words

Summary: "Aggressive friendliness, all-conquering love and dandelions." (c) yanus-sin. Prompt for the Snarry Time Fest by ole_elo: "Snarry. Any rating. Slash. Non-magical AU. 60s, USA. Snape fought in Vietnam. After being wounded, he returns home. He’s tough, antisocial, insular. Potter is a hippie, active in the anti-war movement. Snape is Potter's neighbor. They clash. There’s a gradual rapprochement. Perhaps Severus saves Harry during a skirmish at a peaceful demonstration. Preferably a happy ending."

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Fic:

Come, Stay a While by arabellawrites - Mature, 1700 words

Summary: After a rather awkward problem presents itself in his love life, Harry goes to Snape for help.

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Coming Around to You by MelindaGhost - Explicit, 38400 words

Summary: For the Prompt: Severus and Harry are Hogwarts colleagues. Harry hasn't been able to climax for X amount of time, and goes to the Potions Master for help.

Since the war, Harry and Ginny have been having troubles in bed. When the new teaching position and the therefore newfound distance between them doesn't fix things, their relationship comes to an end. Now Harry is getting desperate. He just wants to be normal.

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The Crux of the Issue by Elfarock - General, 9300 words

Summary: Legilimency allows for far more mind manipulation than just mind-reading.

Severus aims to teach the boy a lesson in self-preservation. But Inception often has unforeseen consequences...

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Estries by Cosmicboredom - Explicit, 8100 words

Summary: Based off Prompt #58: To solve a case at work, Harry has to review the Vampire Registry. It automagically updates itself when someone is turned. He finds Snape's name on the list.

When Harry becomes the focus of a few vicious vampire attacks, the Ministry is spread too thin to help guard him while he's off-duty and alone.

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An Evening Adrift by alhaz_red - Explicit, 5000 words

Summary: Severus and Harry keep themselves occupied during a lull in the War. Read on AO3

Facility Management by PinaNaponi - Mature, 10400 words

Summary: Argus had seen a great many things in his thirty years at A.D. Consulting. But never the CEO kissing someone on the rooftop.

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Found with Family by Lillymoid - Explicit, 14100 words Summary: Prompt 7: Due to a prophecy Harry (and someone else could be an OC) goes into the room of requirement and returns to find themselves at their first year sorting.

Lily Evans escaped from James Potter into the room of requirement, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter are in the room of requirement looking for some prophecy orb they misplaced. Lily, Harry, and Draco Gaunt navigate being at Hogwarts in 1990s again.

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Gold Like Ichor, Gold Like Magic by DandelionConstellation - Mature, 26500 words

Summary: Seven years after Harry James Potter was left unceremoniously on the doorstep to Number Four, Privet Drive, Vernon Dursley was offered a promotion and the whole family had to move to Cokeworth, England. While Dudley is off terrorizing the local children, Harry spends his days in the school library and finds a fast friend in Ms. Eileen Prince.

From Cokeworth to Hogwarts and back again, this is a story about the friendship, the magic, and the love that can be found in the unlikeliest of places, if only one bothers to look.

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The Half-Blood and the Prince by Taxonomic - Explicit, 6500 words

Summary: “It’s just a book, Harry.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

“But… you’ve got a crush on a book, mate. That’s a bit much. You need a girlfriend.” She tapped the name on the first page thoughtfully. “Or perhaps a boyfriend?”

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Harry, Vanished by Taxonomic - Teen, 5700 words

Summary: “You vanished yourself?” Snape asked in disbelief.

“I know, I shouldn’t have. I just wanted to know where vanished objects go."

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Karma May Be A Wizard by Goddess47 - Teen, 2600 words

Summary: Champions chosen for the Tri-Wizard Tournament receive a Soulmate as a 'bonus' when selected as a Champion. The Soulmate is announced as part of the Champion announcement.

What could go wrong?

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Medicean Stars by WeAreTheLuckyOnes - Explicit, 4300 words

Summary: Harry’s always arriving places covered in blood.

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No Sacrifice by memorywolf - Teen, 3600 words

Summary: Prompt: 18 year old virgin Severus has been sacrificed by his village to appease the God, for the sake of the village. Severus is bitter but says good riddance to the village that has wanted him dead since forever. He's tempted to spite the God just so the villagers will die of hunger from the draught that prompted the sacrifice in the first place.

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Out of Place Faelyee - Teen, 28000 words

Summary: Harry wakes up and the world has changed. Then he does it again.

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Severus Snape, MBBS, FRCS by amistem - Explicit, 7100 words

Summary: Dr. Severus Snape is not impressed when a tenacious Harry is hired on at his private medical practice.

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Silver Bottle by WeAreTheLuckyOnes - Explicit, 19000 words

Summary: Following Harry’s divorce, Harry and his kids move into his maternal grandparent’s home in his mother’s hometown Cokeworth, which has sat empty for five years, since his grandfather’s death. To occupy his time during the week while his children are at school and their summer programs, he takes a job as a secretary at the local university. There, he meets Severus Snape who teaches Chemistry and heads the science department. Severus Snape, who looks at Harry like they know each other though they’ve never met before, and who makes him consider feelings he’s ignored for years.

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Soaring Through Skies by slythercrux - General, 1900 words

Summary: Severus fakes his death and disappears after the war, euphoric with his newfound freedom to roam the skies, only to be chased by a persistent, green-eyed White-Tailed Kite.

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Stranded in Paradise by Faelyee - Teen, 7900 words

Summary: Harry and Snape are trapped together.

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Sunk Cost Fallacy by Coconutice22 - Explicit, 45700 words

Summary: Life after the war is all the sweeter for a decent cup of tea made by Severus’s favourite green-eyed barista.

A Snarry Coffee Shop AU.

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The Taming of the Tempest by slythercrux - Teen, 1700 words

Summary: In the late autumn of 2019, Harry and Severus are tasked by Kingsley to destroy the dementors that are currently residing in Azkaban. The duo trudge through the harsh weather of the North Sea in their ship, reminiscing about their love-filled past.

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Today, Tomorrow, and Forever by maraudersaffair - Explicit, 11800 words

Summary: To get out of testifying against Snape, Harry marries him.

Harry didn't think he was in love with Snape, but after a night of spectacular sex, Harry realises he doesn't want anyone else.

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The Way This Ends by avioleta - Explicit, 25900 words

Summary: A short time after killing Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape decides he is tired of fighting this war alone.

He requests a meeting with Harry Potter, gives him a phial of memories, and tells him he wants to help with the task Dumbledore left behind. Together, they form an alliance.

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When Stars Align by Sharing_a_room_with_an_open_fire - Teen, 5700 words

Summary: A boy wishes upon a falling star one lonely night at Hogwarts. What he doesn't know is that years from now another boy will wish upon the same falling star.

That isn't possible, one might say. When it comes to magic and love, everything is possible.

A Snarry Time Travel AU

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