#what it. what if i used the new set to make a new cyberpunk au

[tearwolfe]

duuudeeee ur supercyber au is (almost) canon

i am still insane about it dude

#what it. what if i used the new set to make a new cyberpunk au #what then #maybe one where rui's the fucked up one instead #what if... #ask

[seonghwaddict]

the best of the best — jeong yunho

in which yunho didn’t expect his tiring shift to end with fucking the prettiest girl who’s ever walked into the clinic.

ripperdoc!jeong yunho x fem!reader. genre. smut. cyberpunk 2077 au. warnings. non-sexual use of daddy, explicit sexual content mdni, big dick!yunho but what else is new, fingering, BACKSHOTS, yunho is a tease, implied voice kink, creampie, he gets a little rough, nicknames (pretty, baby, princess). wc. 2.5k. rating. mature.

lilo’s notes. this is really REALLY rushed because i was hit with inspiration and started writing without actually stopping so like sorry if it’s ass lol. her cyberware is based on this.

DEFINITIONS. ripperdoc; medical practitioners that can install cybernetic prostheses, called cyberware // eddies; game currency. feel free to ask for any clarifications.

listening to. cyberpunk, ateez (duh).

masterlist.

yunho sighed as he threw a bloodied towel into the sink, hands finally clean after having installed some new cyberware on a customer. his day was spent operating edgerunners, never quite seeming to catch a break. but what else could he do as the best ripperdoc in the district, let alone this shithole of a clinic? besides, he somewhat liked his job and the pay was well, his way with words getting customers to give him a few more eddies than they were obliged to.

but, alas, it was finally closing time and he’d no longer have to deal with people until the next day. or at least that’s what he hoped.

the familiar sound of the clinic’s door rang through the lobby, singaling someone had entered before he could lock up and making his sigh in exasperation. he pinched the bride of his nose, calling out over his shoulder from the backroom, knowing whoever it was would still be able to hear him. “we’re closed, come back tomorrow!”

“please, it’s an emergency!” the person replied and he froze.

a desperate, feminine plea. yunho can’t say he’s used to hearing that tone in the clinic. with furrowed brows, he emerged from the backroom to the lobby, right behind the counter as he laid his eyes on you. he was obviously much taller than you, looking up at him with round doe eyes and softly flushed cheeks. you wore a short black skirt and a loose sweater; not a sight he was used to here either, not that he was complaining as his eyes momentarily flickered to the sliver of cleavage exposed by the low neckline. maybe he could make an exception… no. he wanted nothing more than to go home, and a pretty little thing like you couldn’t just magically change his mood.

“my ‘ware has been acting up and i heard this is the best clinic in the area,” you walked closer to the counter, one of the steps looking particularly painful as you winced mid-sentence and stumbled before continuing, “please, sir, i promise i’ll pay you well.”

he down at you with a raised eyebrow, letting a beat of silence wash over you before he finally answered with a sigh, “fine. go through that curtain and wait on the table. the metal one.”

you followed his hand to see him pointing at a curtain much like the ones separating beds in hospitals. with a quiet nod, you shuffled over as he ducked through the door he previously came out of. there was a small space behind the curtain and it reeked of hand sanitiser as you sat down, the table cold against your thighs. you smoothed your skirt down as he walked through the curtain and set down a tray of tools on a desk pushed against the wall.

“so, where’s the problem?” he asked, crossing his arms and giving you a once-over that had you feeling a little nervous.

“my back,” you muttered, looking down at your hands shyly as they played with the hem of your sweater, “i’ll have to take this off, if that’s okay.”

“oh, um…” he blinked before nodding and clearing his throat, moving to stand behind you. “yeah, it’s fine, go ahead.”

after a moment of hesitation, your body stretched lightly as you pulled the shirt over your head, his jaw nearly dropping at the sight. an intricately designed thin silver chrome spine merged with your skin and extending from between your shoulderblades down to just above your ass. instinctively, he reached out and brushed his fingers down the length of it, biting his bottom lip as he caught the way your back arched slightly.

“god, you’re a masterpiece.” he couldn’t help but sigh out as he let his fingertips explore the metal and the skin surrounding it. the clasp of your bra covered up just a little bit of it, but there was plenty more to see. after a moment, he caught a glimpse of a little spark in the metal on the small of your back, humming. “i see the problem… must be some sloppy wiring. i’ll take care of you, baby, just relax and stay still. you can do that for me, can’t you?”

“y-yeah.” you practically squeaked out, mentally slapping yourself for making it obvious how his words and touches made you feel.

he grinned but didn’t say anything, reaching for his tools and beginning to work. as he did, he deliberately brushed his fingertips or his wrist against your skin, against anywhere he could reach while fixing the wiring between the blades of the metal spine, just because he enjoyed messing wiht you. your waist seemed to get the most reactions out of you, unable to hold back your hitched breaths and your thighs pressing together. you were so sensitive and sweet, trying to hold back all your sounds as he riled you up with teasingly calculated touches.

“how’d you pay for this, anyway? a mod like this must’ve cost a fortune.”

“my daddy paid for it,” you explained with a shrug, “i’ve been wanting something like this for forever, so he let me get it done on my 18th birthday.”

he raised his eyebrows in surprise, nodding with a soft smile. “well, baby, you must be daddy’s pride and joy if he’s willing to drop so much on an implant like this that does nothing but make you look that much more appealing.”

“appealing?” you echoed his description of you, glancing back at him over your shoulder, “you think so?”

“of course, i’m not blind,” he roles his eyes playfully, licking eyes with you before going back to work, “in fact, i’m jealous i wasn’t the one to install all this ‘ware.”

it didn’t help that as he talked, his breath fanned over the back of your neck since he adjusted the table to raise you higher for him to work more comfortably. you learned each other’s names as he talked you through the procedure, trying to distract you from the occasional prods of a needle and sparks of the wires. he also liked to watch goosebumps form on your skin and the way your back arched just a little more as he responded to your words with low hums or muttered acknowledgments.

his hands feel a little colder than your skin as he barely runs them down your back, eyes trained on the gleaming metal. the tips of his fingers momentarily dipped below the back of your bra before slipping out again.

“does anything hurt?” he asked quietly, in a tone he noticed always made you stutter a little.

“n-no.” you shook your head before holding your breath, feeling his hands covers your waist and move down slowly, holding your hips lightly.

“good.” he hummed, nodding and removing his hands before stepping away from you completely.

the loss of his hands made your brows furrow as you looked at him, stepping into your line of vision with his back turned to you as he put away his tools.

“did you need something, princess?” he tilted his head at the sight of the pout you were trying so hard to hide, voice taking on a mocking tone.

your cheeks warmed and your brain short-circuited as he took a step toward the metal table he sat you on, standing a breath away from your knees and leaning down to your eye level. his hands braced on the table of either sides of your hips. if he wanted to, he could lean forward just a few inches and his lips would finally press against yours.

“you.” you blurted out without thinking, unable to process any thoughts in the flustered state he put you in.

“me, huh?” yunho chuckled, silky and low, fingertips brushing against the hem of your skirt as he pulled himself up to his full height and looked down at you. “a ripperdoc like me who works in heywood fixing cyberware? you need me, baby?”

flustered and a little speechless, you could only nod, lips parted as you left out soft breaths and looked up at him with eyes that begged him to kiss you. his hands left your skirt but found you again quickly, one on your waist and the other cupping the side of your face, half of his hand buried in your hair as he leaned down and finally pressed his lips against yours.

a whimper made it past you as his tongue swiped along your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth, mingling with yours and exploring. you felt him smile against your lips as you let out that sound, his fingers in your hair holding you a little tighter as his hand on your waist slid down your thigh. you, however, didn’t feel that hand moving until his fingers pressed against your soaked panties, somehow easily finding your clit through the fabric and eliciting a whine as he pulled his lips away from you.

“so wet and i’ve barely done anything.” he whispered, kissing you again as he nudged the fabric aside to run two digits through your folds, quiet squelching sounds mixing with your little moans and whimpers as he circled your clit excruciatingly slowly.

not expecting his hands to feel so good, you couldn’t stop your hips from squirming, unable to kiss back very skilfully. he circled your clit with just the right speed and pressure, keeping you restless as your pussy clenched around nothing and click slowly dripped out to smear against the table and inner thighs.

yunho gave your swollen nub a sudden pinch and you winced, your hands on his biceps clenching as he pulled away from you with a click of his tongue. “didn’t i tell you to stay still, princess?”

you parted your lips to respond but could only moan languidly as his fingers easily pushed themselves into you, crooking and perfectly prodding against your sweet spot.

“do my fingers feel too good? is it too much for you, pretty?” he mocked with a fake pout, drawing his fingers out before pushing back in. you felt his hand drop from your hair to reach for something and with a push of a button, the table lowered itself smoothly.

moments later you were on your knees, facing away from him, hips pulled up and chest pushed down. some time while he moved you to this position, he managed to remove your skirt and bra. your nipples brushed against the cold surface of the table, shuddering at the feeling combined with one of his hands kneading your ass intently while the other ran down the length of your spine. as he got to the small of your back, he pushed down a little harder, making your back arch.

“hm, so pretty and perfect,” he hummed as his clothes and very much erected cock pressed against your flushed core. you let out a broken whine, burying your face into your forearm comfortably, his fingers sliding through your folds again and spreading them apart. he groaned at the sight, your wetness glistening in the neon lighting of the clinic, spread between your thighs messily, needy hole fluttering.

when he finally pressed his tip into you and eased his way in, your breath hitched followed by a moan of his name, hands clenching as you pushed back against him. he steadied your hips with his hands, eyes rolling back from your tightness as he bottomed out and stilled to revel in the feeling if you wrapped around him for a moment.

butterflies roared in your stomach as he leaned down and kissed the top of your spine sloppily, pulling out before rolling his hips against yours. you weren’t used to this angle, especially not with someone as huge as him, but your embarrassing amount of arousal made it easy for him to move. you cursed softly, a string of whines and moans falling from your swollen lips as his fingers dug into your hips and his teeth explored your upper back, licking and sucking and biting marks into your skin.

“f-fuck, you feel s-so good.” he moaned, forehead dropped between your shoulder blades for a moment before he straightened up again, pulling your hips against his harshly as he thrusted into you, teeth sunk in his bottom lip.

not long after that you felt a knot quickly tightening in your abdomen, feeling your breath knocked out of your lungs with each snap of his hips. one of his arms wrapped around your waist before venturing lowers so he could rub at your clit quickly, the knot drawing tighter and tighter until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“y-yunho- i’m g-gonna-“

“let go, baby. go on, be a good girl and cum for me,” he cut you off, voice gentle despite his rough movements, snapping the waistband of your panties against you, “you’ll cum for me, won’t you? i’m making you– fuck, i’m making you feel so good, right? p-please cum, baby, just let go.”

his words egged you on and soon enough you did as he said, shuddering and clenching and squealing as you came all over his cock, your juices drooling down his length as he continued pounding into you. his hand left your clit to grab your hips tightly, chasing his own high now that you finished. knowing what he needed, you clenched around him rhythmically, whimpering softly because you knew he liked the sound.

without warning, he spilled himself inside you, filling you up with his hot release. your combined panting and shivers filled the area as he emptied himself. once he collected himself, he pulled out slowly, shuddering as he did so before tucking your panties back into place before his cum could seep out of you. he flipped you around easily and found your lips.

you kissed each other lazily for a while, mind foggy after your orgasms. you gasped against his lips softly as you felt his fingers press right on the fabric covering your hole.

“if you can keep everything in while i close up, i’ll take you to my place for another round… or maybe a few more,” he kissed your cheek, reaching to the side and giving you your clothes before tucking himself back into his pants, “if you’re up for it, of course.”

you giggled, also kissing his cheek in return. “i’d like that, actually. you have a really good dick.”

“is that so? good thing a pretty girl like you only deserves the best.”

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[hexonthepeach]

a gentle tongue breaketh the bone | 18: care

pairing: fem hybrid fox omega!reader/hybrid Alpha!nct 127

tags: reverse harem, non-traditional omegaverse hybrid! cyberpunk au, pack dynamics, polyamory, slowburn/slowbuild, angst & hurt/comfort, heavy content warnings inc. torture, graphic violence, suicidal ideation, explicit sexual content

summary: the year is 2127. decades of eugenics and warfare have led to the rise of designated populations: the ruler Alphas and their rare, prized omegas sequestered from the Beta population. in the aftermath of the War of the Two Tigers, New Goryeo ushers in an Imperial dynasty determined not by birthright but by the alliance of the Syndicate’s clancorps to choose the best pack of your generation. you are destined to take your place within the Imperial harem as a queen, and–perhaps–Imperatrix herself

but you have a secret, written into your skin and bones–one that could easily kill you, depending on who finds it out

ten years ago you chose your Alpha and their pack in a fateful meeting

now, you must make them choose you

[masterlist & glossary] [read on AO3] [17: chivalry]

wc: 5k

chapter warnings:  smut with a little angst - oral (fem receiving), use of pet names (kit) - aka life-altering head from a man you can't stand the sight of

recommended listening: hmm stream fact check but maybe add back 2 u (AM 01:27) - nct 127 because that's about the time this takes place and the sentiment is the same (in the words of mark lee "damn, they're really not going back"

You're on fire when you wake up, burning hot, unable to think straight for how your vision swims with fever. 

It's excruciating to be alone in this wide bed, empty, whimpering as your fingers reach for the bedside table and the glass of now-oxidized water on it, fumbling enough you hear the shatter as it hits the floor.

You cringe back into the bed, too tired to get up and take care of it, or even to roll out the other side to get a drink, lines of radiating cold keep you bed bound. 

Something heavy sinks the mattress beside you.

"___," someone says, distantly, pulling your clenched fist from your face to place a cold metal cup against it. When you can't lift your head you're gently lifted up by a hard set of arms, your head tipped back just so to accept the drink pressed to your lips. 

You drink, and taste him. Your eyes fly open, brow knitted. 

You'd fight it if you could, would wrestle free of his hold so you couldn't have to accept it, but there's no battle left in you. 

Johnny keeps you upright until you're finished, laying you down on the bed as softly as if you were made of gossamer when he moves to clean up the mess, leaving you with your heart racing in your chest as you watch his sloped back bend over his work.

"What are you doing here?" you mumble, finally, after he's returned with a towel to finish mopping up the puddle from the floor. 

You can see the muscles in his shoulders tense, hair brushing against them as he shakes his head. 

"You're not meant to be alone," he says, softly. "Don't get mad. I gave my word to Doyoung I'd just take care of you while you were sleeping. I'll go get him–."

Take care of you. How ridiculous, you think, turning over to twitch and shiver. You hear him move to leave, cursing yourself for the jolt of fear that runs through you at the thought of being abandoned again.

"Stay," you say aloud.

Johnny doesn't leave but he doesn’t move towards you. You feel your hackles raising defensively as his gaze burns into you from across the room.

"I'm not going to try to mate you," you spit out. Not even if you were the last person on earth, you think, though it's as much a lie in your mind as it would be on your tongue. "Just stay, you don't need to disturb them this late."

"Alright," he says, moving to the door a little more lightly. When he comes back he falls back into his routine of dropping to the floor beside your bed. You knew cats had a stupid habit of establishing or conceding dominance through relative height but it's absurd having him sit on the floor when the bed is big enough for you both.

You roll over to glare at his wide shoulders.

"What are you doing, exactly?"

"I know you don’t feel safe," Johnny answers, resigned. "I haven't . . . I can stay like that, if you want me to."

Your heat-dazed mind still knows what he means, having seen his ears just as black as before–tail curling around his feet. He'd spent more time in his shift than out of it the past 24 hours, and you'd done nothing to stop him.

"If that’s what gets you to shut up, by all means," you say.

Strange how the beast was so much easier to be around than the man, how you can't stomach the sight of the face you'd longed for since you'd first learned to put a name to your desire.

But it's undeniable that having him at your side is already diminishing some of the worst aches and chills, feeling like when your mother used to rub a remedy of menthol on your chest when you were sick as a child. 

"And get off the floor," you add, turning so you can't fixate on how beautiful he looks to you, how much you want to wrap your arms around that neck and hold him tight. The sound of him undressing makes your body incandescent with shameful arousal, at least saved from embarrassment by the fact that it can't be helped, and you aren't doing anything about it.

You don't even sneak a look. The air goes frigid as he changes, the scent of juniper stinging your nostrils.

Within a few seconds the bed dips deep beside you, paws the size of your head sinking into the mattress. And then a whuff as he settles, knobby spine beneath the fur and muscle digging into your own. 

The minutes drag out as your fox settles, body heat melding with the cool brush of a flicked tail across your thighs twisting in the sheets. His Felid pheromones are laced with a sharp citral, but he's also velvet draped over soft, black leather and warm tea. 

You breathe more deeply, body responding to your Alpha like clockwork. The fever making you uncomfortable is also making you feel gooey and pliant with arousal, your hands flexing beside you to keep from reaching for him in the dark.

Minutes pass, an eternity by your own estimation.

Any innocent thoughts of sleeping beside him while he’s in his hybrid form are torn asunder by how far into need you have fallen. Snippets of fantasies play out on loop, intrusively, as the minutes count down.

You try to concentrate on the deep well of hurt inside you but your fox isn't wont to look down into it. She tosses and turns in the sheets, uncomfortable for the fact that she cannot burrow into the side of the thing behind you. 

There's a spark of fear inside at what you'll do when you're asleep. Even if you trust him to recognize your boundaries you don't think you can live with the embarrassment of letting the heat overwrite your will to keep him at arm's length.

"I don't think I can do this." You sound so pathetic in your own mind, asking the peaceful night for courage. "Please go.” 

A rumble, and then you feel the sweep of his tongue against your neck, the side of your jaw. It's meant to be comforting, a farewell of sorts as the jaguar lifts up off the bed, but you respond without thinking, clinging to his broad neck until he remains.

"Could you . . . Could you do that again?" you ask. You turn away again, convincing yourself there's nothing wrong with this–you need it, can use him while you can. 

If Johnny minds, it's not apparent. He licks you in another broad swath, this time across your sensitive neck. You bite back a moan, going limp under his careful grooming.

Your blood should run cold at the memory of the last time an Alpha cleaned you but instead you're dissolving into the healing of it, being rewritten. Salty tears roll from the corners of your eyes as you reach back to twist your claws in his ruff.

It's clearly not an indication for him to stop. You pull his great head forward, raking nails across his thick skin until you hear the distant rattle of his breath and then, finally, what sounds like a purr.

You know his genus can't make the sound–they lack the hyoid bone of smaller cats–but the fact that he's trying makes you only sob harder, curling into him.

You can feel him beneath the form, quiescent and equally as comfortable with you as you are with him this way. Such a sudden change of heart has your own feeling sick; you don't know what it means, don't want to think too deeply into something you still feel like will be snatched away.

Your fingers drift over the back of his massive toes, then curl under them to test the sandpaper pads with your smaller thumb for the prick of claws. You marvel at how he keeps them contained.

"Do you still think of me as a threat?" you ask, as he grooms you. Speaking to him is the only way you think you can stay tethered to reality and the emotions inside you.

There's a careful lick down the back of your neck, dragging your shirt collar.

"Am I still nothing to you?" 

You can feel a layer of salt removed along with a few layers of skin by his tongue clearing your wet cheek. 

Not nothing, it seems to say.

"Why did you have to be so cruel?" You look at him now, seeing only the slow blink of a relaxed feline. He offers you a place to rest, collapsing onto his side and exposing his belly slightly. You shuffle to lay where his leg meets his broad chest, burying your face into his rich fur.

"I feel like an idiot for letting myself believe, even for an instant, what you said to me." It's a relief to speak without fear of him arguing or shutting you down. "But you wanted me to, didn't you?"

He pauses, pushing into your skull in what feels like reassurance, resting his head above yours with an animal’s sigh. 

"And now you want to take responsibility? Only after you feel bad about it? How can I ever trust you again? Why shouldn't I find someone else who appreciated me from the beginning?"

Now you feel the flex of claws from their sheaths, hear the tear in the duvet as a spark of jealousy burns your blank mind.

"You don't want to share me? You should have thought of that before leaving me."

Like dropping a choice cut of meat in front of a starving animal's cage and telling it to wait to consume it. But of course you had also offered yourself willingly.

"I'm yours," you say. "I can't not be yours. If you want me now you have to wait for me. The way I waited for you."

You reach beside you, palm brushing against his slow-breathing side. The power hidden under miles of dark-patched fur is its own kind of aphrodisiac–knowing he could consume you or kill you in an instant, if he wasn't himself. 

But he'll never not be himself with you. Though the bond you share is mostly quiet, that connection tells you everything you need to know about his control, and most especially the comfort he has having his omega at his side.

You don't even realize your hand has drifted lower until your knuckles brush against his less-furred belly, startling you both. 

You've reached down between your legs to where you're just as saturated with slick as you had been the last time you'd let him touch you. You wait for him to break away or respond cruelly but he only nudges you again with his broad nose, whiskers tickling your eyelashes as you close your eyes.

"Don't stop, please," you murmur, dragging your fingers through your swollen sex. "Keep grooming me, Alpha."

At first you think he won't do it, his chin resting against your head lightly. Then you feel his teeth catch on your hair, as his tongue folds against your ear. 

You moan, lightness rolling through your scalp down to your belly with each soft lick. He's being more careful now, probably unsure of how to proceed.

Again, you reach up across the foreign yet familiar shape of him, as you touch yourself to the thought of him going lower. You want that roughness to follow the course of what he's transmitting to you through his care, for him to taste you with that same tongue–

The bed goes hot, as if hell had snapped into existence beside you, and suddenly a male body is pressed dangerously into yours. Within a moment your hand is pinned over your head, his hold loose.

"Look at me, ____."

You look up, whimpering softly, into his stare–dark as honey left to crystallize, darting with concern. 

"I'm not trying to mate you," Johnny says, voice rough. He swallows, eyes wandering to your tongue wetting your lips, his own curving in a pained smile. "But I can help you."

You don't want his help. More importantly, you don't want to need it.

"You know you can stop me. Whenever you want, okay?"

It's a statement of fact, not a question. He's ceding control to you, but also you understand the wild orange blossom radiating from him isn't just arousal. He's as terrified as you are of crossing a line–perhaps even erasing it completely with the tension between you.

You can only nod, your tail breaking free of your weight to curl against his bare thigh in invitation. The knowledge that he's naked over you isn't as humbling as the way he looks at you now, eyes half-lidded and gentle. It's as if you're the only thing in the world. 

"You can say whatever you want, be as mean to me as you want," He closes his eyes in that same slow blink of a relaxing Felid. "I won't fight you or hurt you. Just please let me take care of you."

As frightened as you feel, you nod, hand under his tightening to let him know you understand.

"You can go back to hating me when the sun rises," he whispers. Then he wrests your hand free of your sex, lifting your glistening fingers to his mouth to gently suck them clean, watching your reaction.

The bed should be on fire for how quickly you've broken out in a tingling sweat, heartbeat stuttering at the feeling of his teeth against your knuckles, nails catching on his full bottom lip.

He leans in to brush against your chin, threading down to your bared throat. He's deliberately running his tongue–much softer now–over the uninjured right side of your neck. 

His side.

It makes your fox want to roll over and raise her hips for him immediately but you hold on to the memory of his claws in your throat. Does he still hate you? Is he just using you at your weakest for his own base desires?

"I've never hated you," you say, gasping as he settles into pulling his tongue over your pulse, until the throb matches the one between your legs. "I just . . . I hate what you make me feel."

"Good." He's cleaning you again, hair tickling your jaw as he makes broad swaths on your collarbone. "You should."

You really should, you know. You will, when you can actually form a coherent thought. He's taking advantage of you, exploiting your weakness. Shame should be spiraling you down to a darker place, where you're forced to face what you are.

But he's not touching you or kissing you in a way that implies his need, just grooming you, as you'd asked. The only betrayal here is the fact that it's not your beast but a man–softer and more intimate than you could have ever imagined. 

"You taste so good," he murmurs, lifting your loose shirt to access the skin beneath. 

"Quiet," you warn. You're already undone by the sight of him lowering his tongue to your breast, lapping the dots of sweat that have collected over your heart. 

For a moment your barriers slip and you can taste yourself as he experiences it through the bond. 

He won't show you any other affection but the thrum of pleasure inside of him is enough. He's so very pleased to have what little he can of you, each breath chasing his licks marred by the purr he can give you in this form. 

You lose yourself in hypersensitivity, legs locked to keep from accidentally brushing against his body. You know even just a taste of contact would have your heat-addled brain demanding he fill you immediately.

His tongue accidentally flicks across your nipple and you seize his skull in your claws so tight he gasps into your skin. You can't tell if it's because of the pain until his tongue wraps around it again, pulling it into hardness as your nails scratch deeper. 

"Stop that," you warn. 

Johnny murmurs his assent, laving at your underbreast in a manner that is just as maddening. You arch your back, forgetting your grip on his head until he pushes back into it, demanding you pet him. 

You have a mind to deny him but it feels so good to have your fingers buried in those soft, thick locks. They've curled under your handling, draped over his jaw and ghosting you every time he dips in to taste you. 

The passes of your sharp nails are your way of speaking, of consenting as he drifts lower over the softness of your belly, mouth and breath lighting up your clammy skin. He takes his time in lapping at the salt on your hip bone, earning a smack in the face from your flicking tail. 

"Lower," you command, not letting any reason guide you. He glances up, too slow to hide the smug look on his face. 

"Clean me, only." You move to remove your loose sleepwear and are unsurprised when he uses brutish force to tear them free of your tail and legs, following them down.

You freeze in anticipation as he pants over your exposed sex, taking you in. His face is hidden but you can feel his smile, hear it in his voice when he speaks.

"Is this your first time?" he asks. 

You sigh, staring at the ceiling, hands tightening into fists. You don't have to tell him about Jungwoo burying his face between your legs on his desk, or anything else, really. But you can feel his hesitation and the question is more for your sake than his.

"Yes," you say, unable to make eye contact.

"Good." He settles down over your hips, breathing hot, "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else." 

You kick him a bit in retaliation but he pushes your thighs open and apart, tongue drawing through the dripping folds just as tenderly as he had your neck, your breasts. 

You knew this would be different. You don't expect the fox's shriek that rips from your throat, muffled beneath your hand, as his head dips with each long swipe, collecting your slick with curls of his tongue. 

His jaw works as he drinks you in, the pleasure from that hot, tender press so unlike anything you've ever experienced. 

When he presses his tongue to your hole, sliding into the fluttering heat, you seize him by his ears to pull him back.

You don't remember them being so soft and on his head, but it's not the only thing that's changed by the new scrape against your inner labia, the texture adding a layer of animal need that has your hips moving on their own against his face, wanting him closer.

Lick after lick has you rising from the mattress. When he swirls his tongue into your hidden bud you know it won't be long before that bright wave inside of you begins its descent. 

"Please, Alpha, please," you keen, scratching his skull in a way you're sure leaves blood beneath your nails. He's so patient with you, not stopping the steady stimulation you need to build towards bursting, nose pressed to your skin as he takes every drop of slick you can give him, drool mingling to slide hot down to your tail.

It doesn't matter if it's messy, the opposite of grooming, he's taking care of you–bringing you perfect pleasure and humming in reassurance when you press hard against him. The tighter that winding in your belly the more lazy he is, prolonging it until you're whining, your begging inarticulate. 

"Come for me, ____." He doesn't need to order, not with that Felid tone and the thunder you feel in it, electric zings beginning where his tongue meets you and spreading down in radiating pulses as far as your curled toes. 

You're breaking with nothing inside you this time, and somehow it's more relieving, prolonged by the constant but unpredictable movements of his mouth and tongue. 

He finally eases once your legs constrict around him and you squirm away from the overstimulation, flush rolling through you along with the tiny aftershocks of the first orgasm you've received from your Alpha.

Your first real gift. 

If you're glowing, he's incandescently self-satisfied. You watch his silhouette lift against the backdrop of the bluish, clouded city behind him, wiping his face clean just to lick the remnants from his fingertips.

"That won't be enough." He laughs a little, lowering his face back to your mess. "Should I clean you again?"

"Alpha," you try to warn him but it sounds more like a plea, legs trembling awaiting the next attack.

"Yes, kit?" The vibration of his voice against your sex is too much already; the endearment makes your fox fully prostrate.

"I want . . ." you admit.

You'd forgotten what you want to say, whining in the back of your throat. The sound is desperate for other reasons, and he seems to recognize it immediately. He lets go of your thighs, hunching over you far enough away in the dark his body isn't pressed to yours–just your foreheads. 

You keep your eyes clenched shut to keep from weeping again, scared of how little control you have left within you. It's too soon, too much, and not enough at the same time. And the worst part is how far away you feel from him, as if just relaxing into this new joy would damn you to be written the way he'd already estimated you. 

It's just her nature. That thing.

A violent wave of despair and anger courses through you, unearthed by the comedown. 

"Shh," he says. "You're safe. I know I haven't been there for you when you needed it. But you've always been safe with me. Everything I've ever done–"

He pauses, biting his own words, pressing closer. 

"I just want to take care of you while I can." 

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down until your noses bump against each other. 

"I'm still mad at you," you say, searching for his eyes. "I may forgive you, but I can't forget."

"I know," he says, shifting in your grasp. 

"If I beg, even if I order you . . . please don't mate me yet. Please. Listen to me, if you can."

He nods his head. You feel your own body quaking transferred to him–or maybe he's feeling it just as intensely. Sometimes you think that it's impossible to tell where you end and he begins.

"I want you to earn me, first," you say. "I want you to know me."

You feel he wants to reply but you don't give him the opportunity, pulling yourself up by his shoulders to kiss him for the first time.

His mouth is softer than his fur, or his hair threaded in your fingers, or even him as he holds, not melting into it the way you wish he could.

He's still unsure.

Johnny doesn't push you any further, letting you be the one to explore his swollen lips, finding them parted and still soaked with you. Instead he opens up for you to better taste yourself on him–tart and so much sweeter with his impression. 

When his lips move with yours, finally, it's tentatively hopeful, like his exploration of your body. For all his bravado and confidence you never would have imagined him to be just as shy as you stroke his hairline and he trembles deeper at being touched. 

It's what makes you want him more than anything you've ever wanted in your entire life. Not for the first time, or the last.

A part of you wants to be bred until you're dripping his hot release for days, making him stay locked in you for hours as you tear the mattress to shreds beneath you coming on his knot. You want him to lose himself in your body, to finally mark you again now that you're both willing and ready to have each other.

But Doyoung was right. You had to know it was your choice. Even if you never had his love, even if you would always question your own heart with the bond unbroken between you, you had to know if he was worthy.

It's only fair. For both of you.

"Get out of my bed," you say, firmly.

That easy smile again, eyes narrowed with confidence. "Don't you want–"

You shut him up with a claw against the dip beneath his nose, shaking your head a little too hard.

"I know what I want," you say. "Be grateful that you got a taste of it."

He's shocked by your response, but there's a flash of thrill. You think maybe he likes being talked down to, his Alpha so ready to be challenged.

"Fine," he says, appropriately dismayed but also a little more himself in the way he stands over you, once he's managed to pull his pants back on. "I'm staying here tonight, though. I'll get you more water and something to clean up with." 

You grunt a little, turning away from him so he can’t see how mortified you are at what you’ve just done, as well as how much you wish you could continue.

"If you need anything else, anything, don’t hesitate to ask. Don’t forget I can feel it, too.” He pauses, letting it sink in that of course, he knows you’re still simmering with lust. “I don't mind being used–"

You throw a pillow in his direction to silence him.

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hey i'm chance! i've done a writeblr intro recently but i didn't like it, so this is take 2. here's the old one.

─── about me -⋆⋅☆

name : chance

pronouns : they/he

likes : cyberpunk, romance, anime, kpop, music, history, design

age : 20

i tend to swear both on here and in my writing, so if you're sensitive to that, i don't think my blog or work is for you. i also use the word 'queer' a lot since i self-identify as such, when i do choose to self-identify.

i'm interested in so much, which would be impossible to fully state. there are so many new things out there and i love learning about them all!! this blog is mainly for writing but i'm not strict on that.

i also am pretty sure i'm neurodivergent (no diagnosis or anything yet) and tend to delve into hyper-fixations for weeks at a time. if i haven't posted for a while, it's probably because of one of my other hyper-fixations or school.

i'm going to college for my bachelor's in graphic design, which might make my responses during the school year delayed.

i'm always open to ask or tag games!! it might take me a few to respond but i'll respond.

─── writing -⋆⋅☆

you'll find a lot of diverse characters, the found/chosen family trope, romance or rom-com, angst, and references to actual history or historical events within my work. sometimes i throw in a little art fact since i'm an art student. in nearly every one of my works you can find a prominent lgbtq+ character, too.

i write for original works and fanfiction alike. i often alternate what project i'm writing on and tend to leave wips unfinished. there's no one specific fandom that i'm in since i tend to dabble in everything.

i enjoy reading all sorts of stories, but some of the tropes and genres that have a special place in my heart include:

[ genres : romance . action . sci-fi . dystopian . heists . cyberpunk . horror . comedy . mystery ] [ tropes : friends to lovers , enemies to lovers , fake/pretend relationship , college au , coffee shop au , domestic , fluff , angst ]

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more writers to follow!

good vibes & friends

writing advice & critique buddies (will help critique ur work too)

─── works in progress -⋆⋅☆

nova futurum | original work | #wip: nova futurum

─── ⋆ status : brainstorming

a lgbtq+ mafia cyberpunk story with the working title "Nova Futurum." i've got the general information down and i'm currently working on fleshing out my main characters. for now it's in the very basic stages, but feel free to ask me about it or give any tips!

you still would've been mine | fanfiction | #wip: yswbm

─── ⋆ status : outlining, research, & writing draft 1

Steven "Steve" Rogers wakes up in the 21st century after crashing into the ice in 1942, leaving behind his life as the mascot of the USA along with his childhood in Brooklyn NYC. The Winter Soldier, a man left behind in the war recovers his memories as the man known as James "Bucky" Buchanan Barnes after meeting Steve in the modern time. Steve and Bucky recall their childhood and their experience in the war as they recover.

matchbreakers | original work | #wip: match

─── ⋆ status : brainstorming

xavier works at match breakers. instead of setting people up on blind dates, he goes to dates and breaks up the couple. all sorts of people hire him, disapproving parents, jealous ex's, and those scared to see their ex's angry side. what he doesn't expect is falling in love with one of his own clients.

scars of duty | original work | #wip: sod

─── ⋆ status : plotting

Lucian is a hero who protects the city of Haines and the other members of his hero's league. They're a small-name hero just trying to make do with what they've got. A villain new to the city shows up and shakes Lucian’s perception of their own superpowers and the world.

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[lesbianneopolitan]

Hey, any other Neo AUs you've drawn or been meaning to draw but fleshed out in your head? Like you have vampy Neo, and Hazbin Neo now, and the P3 Reload Neo you drew. Any other neato Neo'd you got cooking?

I don't even think I would count with P3 Neo because it was just one drawing, like, I would say I didn't flesh that out at all in my head aside of getting some basic questions about her arcana choice, it was more of a 'I like the style! I'll try to draw a Neo in it' for the small challenge than anything xD

Nevertheless, I may as well make a list of the Neos I've drawn in the style of other series, that were done for fun, rather than to flesh an AU

When it comes to the fleshed out AUs inside my head we have:

THE VAMPIRE AU

It was the first, I know a lot of people know of its existence, but I had to mention it anyway because I'll forever be fond of it. Like, vampires are one of my main hyperfixations, so I almost always gotta have a vampire AU if the character in question isn't one already.

Even if the main timeline is up to happen in a modern setting, I've actually written some of Neo's past in RP format to develop her life with her parents, when she was still a recently sired vampire and stuff.

CYBERPUNK 2077 AU

I think the doodles speak very well by themselves, but the main idea with this was that Neo was an ex-Corpo that used to work for Salem (Grimm Corp.), which treated to experiment on Cyberpsychos in order to turn them into mechanical aberrations (like the Hound, but more Cyberpunk).

I was partially inspired by the run I played in my own Cyberpunk 2077 game lol

Nevermore AU

My bestie and I watched the Wednesday show and ended brainstorming an AU for the academy that the protag stays at. I actually wrote a bit of Neo in the setting as well with my bestie, for the fun of it.

POKEMON AU

I actually learnt a few things while doing this one and brainstorming ideas, because I had no idea they use Ditto in the mangas to shapeshift people, as in, Ditto can cover a person and use the shifting powers so the person has a disguise like, WHAT?

Anyway, a Pokemon AU of my Neo. Mimikyu was her starter as a kid when still known as Trivia. The Espeon actually helps with transmitting Neo's thoughts if she needs to communicate real bad, Ditto is for her own shapeshifting...

She also has a Vanilluxe and a Zoroark (her biggest ace in the sleeve) for proper battle and help with her crimes due to illusions. Vanillite and Ditto are the ones swapped for them in that case.

ROCK AU

THE FUCKING ROCK AU HAS ONE OF MY FAVE NEO DESIGNS! Like I love her, I loved designing this one. It was fun. I should draw her more, honestly.

In this one, Neo ACTUALLY had a voice at first, she was actually a vocalist and keyboard player before an accident that left her vocal cords fucked up- had to go through an operation, but she never recovered her voice.

She's a musician that actually uses old records of her voice to develop a system that will replicate her voice for new songs, think like, Vocaloid, sort of.

She eventually meets Cinder and joins her band as a guitarist to honor Roman.

...eventually also falls out with her and ends with Ruby's band, initially to spite Cinder for kicking her out.

MAFIA AU

Bruh, I even went ahead and designed all the members of the Ever After Mafia in this one. Neo wasn't initially part of them and had her own thing -Roman's Mafia- which she inherited after Roman died.

Cinder is like a double agent in this one and eventually betrays Neo and leaves her to die (following Salem's orders), but Neo survives and ends in the Ever After, desperate to have revenge against Salem's Mafia for what they did.

The Curious Cat is the big boss initially, but he was a motherfucking manipulator that took advantage of the other members when they were in their lowest, even Neo.

So Neo eventually has enough and kills him, becoming the boss instead, even if she honestly hates the responsibility. It's when Neo becomes the Mad Hatter for the group.

EXORCIST AU

The recent one- I'm sure people don't need that much info of this one because it's pretty recent.

Other AUs: Rusted Knight but it's Neo suffering the time trap ; Werecat AU ; Serial Killer AU ; Jennifer's Body AU

And now for other crossovers:

Among Us, TCOAAL, Hellborn Neo (Succubi + Demon Cat mix)(HH, Helluva Boss), Homestuck, Helltaker, Adventure Time, Sinner Neo (HH), Persona 3, Disney Cat

#Ask #AU #sadiemacoy #this feels like opening the Pandora's Box of the Neo AUs

[kittyscupcakeandbunny]

REVOLUTION

[CYBERPUNK x ALIENS AU]

PART TWO

RECKLESSLY I SET FIRE TO THE FUSE

Side Characters: OT7

Warnings: violence, sharp objects, blood, death.

Genre: cyberpunk, fantasy, enemies to lovers, angst, he hates her in the beginning, slow burn.

SUMMARY: Human race has been fighting an endless war with aliens for 200 years, that made scientists and the military force create Shelters under the grounds of the deserts in hopes to save as many lives possible, althought they have tried to win this war nithjng humans tried was effective wich lead them create a new weapon. One that finally could win. But, could only be used by a hybrid, half human and half aliens the new generation of humans hybrids stronger then an average human, were the only ones that could wear the armor. They were the only ones strong enough and capable of using the armor to defeat the aliens. In the middle of this war a new fight arise when a normal woman decides to make a reckless decision, out of love she sets fire to the fuse.

…………………………………………………………………………………

Hyejin

How could I tell him?

Know how his temper is, he will make a reckless decision. He can't know anything about my state, after all he was the one who let me go on the last mission.

If he knows anything about my health, i don't even wanna know what he would be capable of doing.

This wasn't how i wanted things to end. No one does, but we are here for the only reason of fighting, I just wished not all of us had to.

But once he came back with Namjoon, i saw the look on his face as he looked at me. Namjoon kept scolding him for not taking his treatment when he interrupted him and asked about mine.

He was so hostile they had to put him down, but no for too long. He was the strongest.

- HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME!?  THIS IS ALL MY FAULT! - he shouted with me, but then fell to his knees - i shouldn't have ever let you join me... this is all my fault...

- no, i wanted to be there with... - i tried to calm him - i..

- i don't want to be here without you...

And with that he left. No long after the alarm went out and everything was Red, i was so worried he would do something stupid.

I screamed and tried to figh the doctors, I tried so hard to go to him but they would not let me do i begged them to do something, to talk with him.

No one listen, no one cared.

But maybe, just maybe she could.

That was when Namjoon came, i didn't told him anything just that i needed to talk with y/n.

I saw her.

She didn't notice me, none of them did. I was awake the whole time while she was treating my injuries with the other woman, i saw when she was cleaning his injuries the way she looked at him, how gentle she was with him and she touched him the way he leaned into her hand.

She was in love him. And i would save him now even if it means using someone else's feelings to.

- hey....

Looking up i saw her. A confused look on her face as she looked at me, her feelings showing up on her face.

I had to make it work fast, before Jungkook do anything stupid. Not letting her finish her sentence i begged:

- please, help him.

- what? - confusion clear on her face.

- please save Jungkook, I beg you.

The look. She didn't have to say it. He already did it.

- Is he..? - before i could end my sentence she reply:

- no. - she pauses before sighting - not yet.

There is a minute of silence between us before she asks, what everyone might be wondering "why".

- by the way, why the hell did he do that?

- you will soon find out, everyone will.

She scoffed before taking her lab coat, throwing in the chair beside my bed she tooked only her card.

- I'll see what i can do.

With that she gave me one last look before exiting the room. Now i wasn't so sure she would help, but i was hoping her feelings for him were stronger then her anger for me.

I could only hope for now.

[...]

Y/n

I must be out of my mind. I must be completely insane. This are my only thoughts as i make my way to the Hybrids Unite, i wasn't going too but i couldn't just let him die like that.

I had to be fast, from what I heard on my way there he didn't seamed to be winning. He wouldn't be winning unless someone helps him.

And that is why i was going there, usually someone like me can't go inside the Hybrids Unite but, i didn't have to. Taehyung and Yoongi were the ones in patrolling today. They will help. I mean, they are on the same team right? They have to.

I gulped. What if they don't...?

As much as i try to stay positive, it is really difficult. Namjoon made clear no one would help, it seamed he wanted to but they didn't let him.

There is only one way.

I could already see them two from a far, they both stood in front of a big double door holding big weapons. Their uniforms were different from the usual ones they wear when they have to fight the aliens, they almost look like normal soldiers if it wasn't for the eyes.

- y/n! - taehyung shouted as he saw me.

- hey guys - i couldn't help but feel relief as soon as i got there in time.

- what is it? Do you need help? - yoongi said.

- you look like you've been looking for us - this time was Taehyung.

- I was - i said - i don't know how to say this...

- just shot - yoongi joked.

- we need to help Jungkook - i said, then added - please?

They looked at each other then yoongi left shaking his head a no, Taehyung came closer to me and looked apologetic, almost.

- listen... - he sighed before continuing - we all were ordered not to interfere until everything is calm, and to be honest, none of us wants to risk our lives for a reckless decision of Jungkook.

- if he wants to die so bad he might as well just go alone.

Yoongi a tone was harsh still not looking at me.

Anger broke down in me, I could understand but even so why.

- so just leave, we have work to do.

I gave Taehyung one last look before i urned back to where i came from. No one is going to help him, no one is going to save him even though he has saved us so many times. He has help everyone not thinking about himself the only decision he has ever make for himself everyone turns their back to him.

This is not fair. Is not fair how they treated him all his life just to leave him to himself the exact day he needs someone the most, and what i hate the most about this is how hopeless i am.

How weak.

I can't do anything to save the only person alive that i still felt something for.

I couldn't even walk anymore, the whole place was trembling. A clear sing he was still out there being beaten to death.

- what he did that!?

- I know how stupid!

Two soldiers went past me were talking about Jungkook. I could only hug myself and watch as they walk and laugh off him. How could they?

- what a waste i was hoping to see the new robot in action.

- what!? Is ready?!

- yeah, i was talking with one of the engineers and they told me it was the best one they've made.

- no way.

- i know, but they said how it was hard to find a mech for it so...

Their voices we're getting more more far from me so it was hard to listen to them, a new robot? So this is what they have been doing, a new robot and they simply wouldn't let no one help him.

How could they!?

How dare they!?

If only i could do something.

If only i...

I will save him Hyejin. But not for you.

And if I fail, i'll be too dead to care anyway.

[...]

I can't believe i'm doing this. And i can't believe how easy it is to not be noticed by anyone here as i make my way to the Red Unite.

Someone like Jungkook going unnoticed there is understandable but, someone like me? How unacceptable.

Suddenly i'm glad the ones protecting us are not entirely human.

As i'm getting closer to the elevator on the Red Unite, i see Namjoon from far away. He looks distressed, running his hand through his hair and walking side to side, back and forth.

I want to go there and tell him everything will be fine, i will do something but, i can't.

Because I can't guarantee that it will work.

How more pathetic can it get.

No one noticed when i enter the elevator, no one sees it when i get to the robots Unit. They are all watching him get beaten.

They are pathetic. And so am i.

Doing something so recklessly. See me and Jungkook already have one thing in common, we both would do reckless shit for the ones we love.

At least now, i have something to fight for.

So even if i die. I'll go happily.

The place where the robots stand is huge, i have to walk a dark path over a metal bridge that goes a long way, i have never been here obviously but, it feels ambiguous.

I don't even know where i'm going at this point, my feet keeps walking and it just feels right.

I don't feel fear, not anxious. I know i'm supposed to be here and is weird.

But i don't question it.

Seeing the robots this close could be terrible, but they just look dead. With no one inside them to control them is like a big robot graveyard.

I suddenly feel the need to stop. This one feels even more weirder. It is covers in a enormous white cloth. I reach forward to try take it and my breath gets caught up in my throat, this one it is the most beautiful one from all of the others.

It was so clear. The armor had a slim fit and delicate form, black and purple were her colors and the appearance of a cat almost. Delicate yet deadly.

So pretty.

I saw this before. What you must do to get inside the armor. I didn't know how to programe it, but I did turned on.

Quickly putting on the uniform, i felt naked at how light it was and how it sticks to the skin. Putting on the in earphones it was time to get in.

I hope my brain doesn't implode.

Such a big robot but small space to be in.

Once inside i had to figured it out how to connect the  armor into mine. I cursed myself for being so stupid but all it took was my ass to sit down and it did by itself.

The feeling of it i cannot explain.

It is something between pain and pleasure but fast, so fast i felt like throwing up, it was like the whole gravity were over me giving me a big hug. The pressure was so dense i felt my brain pulse.

Oh no... i'm going to die.

[...]

3rd person on

Jungkook almost lost his breath as the alien hits the armor, its strength was abnormal. Jungkook has never won against a high level alien before and never did alone, but wining was not his objective right now. Far from wining, the pain inside his head was bigger than emu physical pain the alien could put him through.

He had done enough. He had been through enough. No once he could've rested. And now he was losing the only person he had, the only one he loved in this world.

A scream from pain left his lips, loud and as painful as it could be the pain in his heart was too intense his whole body was shaking from crying and pain.

Another loud cry left his lips as the alien cut of the left arm of the armor, he could feel all of it although his arm was still in his body.

Once in the armor they become one.

And then when it was all too much, he felt his consciousness fade slowly, the pain going with it. "Am i dying?" He wondered.

His armor fell to the ground, everyone inside the Unite went quiet. He was gone.

A dark cloud closed inside the Unite around everyone, he was dead. The reality of it really hits every single one of them. Resentment in those who were afraid to do something. Even those who hated him were not happy.

Even though Hyejin who couldn't see or know what was happening knew deep down, he was gone.

The beeping sound of the flat line was a backup sound for everyone.

But,

All it took was one swish of a blade.

Not only to take the life of the alien but, everyone else's breath away.

The sight was a surprise for so many of them.

That finally taking the TI eyes from Jungkook armor, they realized the new armor has been taken and was on the system. The impossible being possible, the system was crashing due to the inability of it not being completely stable, who ever it was inside the armor could die if this wasn't fixed, who ever was inside the armor mustn't know how to turned it on correctly.

One person can't get in the armor alone. The TI had to work fast not to lose the armor. What before has been in complete silence now was in so much commotion, everyone was running side to side, engineers rushing to the armors Unit to prevent any damage on the whole system.

The new armor was fighting the High Level Alien so gracefully no one could believe their eyes, it was like seeing a big cat fighting the alien, a perfect metamorphosis and one swish of the big blade engraved in its arms was enough to cut off the whole left the arm of the Alien. Eye for an eye the panther armor took the High level alien to his knees, the armor turned its back to the alien making her way to Jungkooks armor using her smart system to check his state inside the armor.

Namjoon was still not believing his eyes, how could someone took the new armor, how where that person so good at it? It must of have been one of the hybrids in jungkooks team, could it be... Hyejin?

He kept wondering but nothing was making any sense, it seamed everyone was thinking the same too.

After she's done with checking Jungkook, in a blink of an eye she runs towards the alien aiming for its head, the new armor has been given higher speed since its form was more light looking and delicate it was much easier for it to speed up more then the armors before, the scientists and engineers used a new material for the armor finally they made it possible to fully emerge the alien skin into the metal, the blades on both arms of the panther looking armor where sharper then any other one, and stronger then any other, strong enough to cut in a half an alien if needed, and so one blow it's all it takes.

One blow it's all it takes, to make everyone shooked and wonder: "who is that?", "why would they risk their life?", "how?", "how was it possible?".

One blow, and the alien head was falling on the ground. One blow and Jungkooks eyes finally closed.

The walk back of the hero was as dark as the night sky, what for her was a victory for others was an inconvenience. Their choices were so reckless even the Headquarters of the Unite heard about it. No one was happy for it.

Once both armors retreated and where now standing inside the Unite, everyone rushed to know who was the Hunter inside the panther armor.

A few going to retreat Jungkooks body from his armor, everyone rushed to put him on a a bed and take him to the medical Unite. The others going to the panther armor to take the body of who ever was there dead or alive.

Namjoon rushed ther to help and out of curiosity, all of them having the surprise of seeing no Hunter but a simple medical doctor from the blue Unite.

Y/n was unconscious when they took her body out of the armor, Namjoons face expression was a mixture of surprise and worry.

She could be dead or die eventually. No one could understand how a no hybrid could pulled all that off, it was impossible. She wouldn't survive the beginning of the metamorphosis of the armor. No one did. Not without the special training and tests.

No one could believe it, she was alive.

[...]

The healing processes was long, even for a Hunter. Especially for y/n. A human.

Jungkooks had too many injuries, all notably intense. Blood was everywhere and it took a long time to cleaned all.

Y/n injuries were different, they were inside her. It was hard to fix her. The side effects of her actions were also being studied by scientists who were working with Namjoon. He was the one in charge of her treatment.

Often she would wake up in the middle of the night screaming and punching the air, for that reason they had to restrain her on the bed so she wouldn't hurt herself.

It took Jungkook two weeks to heal, he was still not fully healed but he had finally woken up.

His eyes opened slowly, getting used to the light the pain in his head was sharp and he groaned at that. Looking around taking notice of his surroundings realizing we're he was he sat on the bed immediately which made him instantly dizzy. His vision blurred and the pain on his head stroked harder. He groaned and looked in front of him only to see, she wasn't there.

Hyejin wasn't in medical room anymore. Which could only mean two things.

Namjoon who was making his way to the room to check on y/n saw Jungkook.

Entering the room he went over him. Jungkook immediately asked for her which Namjoon was hoping he wouldn't, know what he had done he was afraid the telling him the truth was going to make things worse and Namjoon didn't wanted to make y/n risk her life again.

But he had no choice. Namjoon though he would do anything but not this, he never thought Jungkook would just fall into his arms and cry.

He just cried, and for a long time Namjoon just stood there holding him. But he had to let go of him, he needed to treat y/n.

- sorry Jungkook - Namjoon started - I need to take care of y/n she's badly hurt.

Jungkook let go of Namjoon, then looked at him confused. Of course. He didn't know.

- that doctor, why? - he asked.

As Namjoon made his way to the bed on the other side he said the reason.

- she saved your life.

More confused now, he thought he must've had hurted her during his treatment. Never once thinking of the real reason why.

Not know what had happened until he was discharged from the medical care a week later, Taehyung was the one who told him about that night.

Baffled he had to see it for himself. He went to see her almost every day, waiting for her to wake up so he could ask.

Why

Why would she do that

Why would she risk her life for him

When no one would

When no one did

Not even his friends

Y/N

I was running. I couldn't stop running. It hurts. My legs could give out at any minute but, i didn't stop. I couldn't stop running. The fear I felt was nauseous, i felt sick. Something was fallowing me, I knew it was. But I couldn't look at it.

A hand held my arm suddenly and another one closed around my waist, the moment it did was the moment the pain was almost suffocating me.

Then a voice softly said in my ear: "it hurts doesn't it? You have to have in y/n.... You need to let go..."

No. No. No. Let me go, it hurts. I need to run. I need to go.

"Let go y/n"

No!

Please! It hurts so much i wanna die.

"Just let go... please let go"

I can't, i don't know how.

It held me tighter and whispered in my ear. A siren voice. It was like a beautiful melody.

"You know how... you've always known"

The moment i woke up felt like i could finally breathe, this whole time felt like being under water and now i was finally out from the ocean. And I screamed. Loud and roughly. The pain was too real, so suffocating.

My hand clenched over my heart as if the pain was still there, the tears fell off my eyes burned and blurred my vision.

I don't know how long has it been. I have no idea we're I was. Everything felt so unfamiliar to me, i sobbed loudly and hard i almost gagged with my own sobs.

It felt like a lived a real nightmare for years. The pain was so present every single night.

Why was this happening?

- Y/n!?

I heard a voice say my name, but I couldn't stop crying, it still felt so painful even though it didn't hurt anymore, I was so scared it would come back.

- ah! It hurts! Please!... kill me!

- y/n... look at me... you're back, you're with me.

- no! I can't let go! Please!

- y/n... - a hand held my chin making me turn away and in front of me was Namjoon - y/n you're safe.

Namjoon.

I'm safe.

Slowly i felt like my body was finally slowing down, the oxygen was finally getting inside my body. The pain wasn't there. I wasn't inside the armor... the armor.

And then all the memories came back in a flash.

Hyejin is dead.

The alien i killed.

Jungkook...

- Jungkook!... - I worried grabbed Namjoons arms.

- he's fine... - he said - you saved him. You did it.

Relief. I could finally feel it again. A sudden tiredness filled my body, I've here healing for god knows how long yet, I'm so tired. So, so tired. As if I've been running for so long.

- can i sleep a little? - i asked letting go of Namjoon - I'm a little tired...

- of course you can - he smiled softly at me - you are here to rest, so don't worry. I'll be here to take care of you.

[...]

Hungry. Is the first thing I think when I open my eyes, this time i didn't had any nightmares like the past days. It felt like I could finally rest. No more running.

I was back. But i wasn't alone. When i woke up in the medical room, Jungkook was there.

He was sitting on a chair beside my bed, he had his head between his hands and looked at the floor, this is weird. Why would he be here?

I must be dreaming. It must be another nightmare,  maybe he's here to kill me in my dream.

- am i dreaming?...

My voice was almost a whisper but, it was enough to catch his attention. The way he looked at me  was puzzled, a mix of different feelings. He opened and closed his mouth so many times trying to figure it out what to say he looked almost cute.

- why... do you say you're dreaming - he finally said.

- because, you're here - i simply said.

- you.. - he looked bewildered at what i said - you didn't have to save me, thank you.

- no need...

- you didn't have to, so why did you? - he asked.

- because.... - i almost said it but, should i really do it?

How could i tell him this? After what happened with Hyejin, and even before he already hated me. That won't change just because i saved him, his wonds where a lot more deeper than he shows, he has reason to hate those who made him go through all of that, i only heard about it but, the tests and training where inhumane, his feelings won't change because a reckless doctor saved him, even though I have nothing to do with what they've done to him,  it won't change just because i like him.

- just give me the fucking reason! - he suddenly exclaimed.

- because… I have feelings for you?

There was a moment of silence between us, i felt my cheeks getting warmer. Then he laughed.

Now i felt embarrassed. I knew this was como but i didn't expected to feel like this.

- please, know your place doctor - he said getting up to leave - don't talk to me about this nonsense again.

And with that he left.

To be continued.

Notes: sorry for any grammatical mistakes! ☺️💖

I don’t know… is this story a bit weird?

#bts smut #bts fanfiction #bts x you #bts yoongi #bts suga #bts jimin #bts namjoon #bts jhope #bts fic #bts jin #bts au #bts jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook and reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #alien au #cyberpunk au

[aggravateddurian]

WIP Whenever!

Good evening,

I was tagged by @olath124 and @katsigian to report on recent happenings.

Solo Val, and Durian creates a flowchart

Recently I've begun to delineate the Solo!Val AU from the Netrunner!Val AU. Though they share the same face, they're very different people, the result of varying life experiences.

I even created a flowchart. What other person have you seen is so terminally work-brained that they make flowcharts for their OCs?

These potential timelines have different effects.

The timelines that result in Val and Mel breaking up tend to lead to a short-term Val x Judy relationship that eventually disintegrates as they want different things (Val can't leave the city because of her father and sister, but Judy strongly wants to leave the city, mostly because of the situation around Evelyn). I

Interestingly, the fallout of the Val x Judy arc tends to end with Val eventually getting together with either Chet Reid or Trey.

The different versions of Val have different personalities.

Netrunner!Val

Netrunner!Val is a lot softer as a person. That doesn't mean she's less dangerous, just less inclined towards violence, more agreeable etc. She's more willing to make friends.

In terms of combat style, Netrunner!Val of course uses quickhacks as her primary weapon. As a backup, she carries a pistol. Her combat style can be described as 'combat netrunner,' she doesn't rely on stealth, and she rarely attacks her enemies through deep diving into the NET, almost always acting directly.

Netrunner!Val trusts chrome more, but is wary of corporate influences. She only trusts certain ripperdocs (like Vik) and is very strict about personal net security. Her acquisition of a rare, military grade cyberdeck is probably the most dangerous piece of cyberware she has. She also has a range of defensive and support cyberware to enhance survivability and combat performance.

Solo!Val

Solo!Val is hardened as a person. This has led to Val tending towards being harder to get along with, or get to know, if you don't have a history with her already. She's more inclined to hold grudges and she's more inclined to accept violence as a reasonable solution.

Solo!Val is also very stubborn, leading to a very tense relationship with Susy Q, if Solo!Val heads down the path where she continues to work with the Mox, because she agrees strongly with Judy about the role of the Mox in Night City.

In terms of Solo!Val's combat style, Solo!Val is an assassin. She relies on stealth, underhanded tactics, and fear as her key strategies. Relying on her speed and agility, she uses parkour to get into difficult to reach places, and also uses her Optical Camo and monowire. Where possible, she aims to get in undetected, eliminate her objective or acquire the target, and exfiltrate without anybody even noticing until it's too late.

Solo!Val runs light on chrome. Aside from the usual implants, like a weapon grip, optical implants and a personal link (including the neck shard slots), she only has subdermal armour, the optical camo and monowire. Val's strength, agility and speed are her own, and her lack of cyberware reflects a distrust of cyberware, partly due to her mother's poor health after years of Solo work while heavily chromed.

Things that they share are their strong affinity towards their families, their strong sense of loyalty, their strong belief in justice, even if their ways of getting justice may not be particularly and their determination.

Other Cyberpunk Stuff

Aside from Val's gym pics (and sick gains), I have plans for one more themed set this week. This set was going to be a Solo!Val x Melanie story to introduce a new possible storyline if I ever want to explore that, but when switching Val's body mod, I seem to have broken Melanie's NPV file somehow. I'm investigating that and I'll probably work on it this weekend.

Hopefully, I finally get to building Estella Ocampo-Gonzalez as an NPV. Estella is Val's sister. In the Solo!Val timelines, Estella becomes a netrunner, forming a family duo with Val.

I will be working on my NPVs this weekend, it's the only real time I have to spend on these projects at the moment.

Durian Writes Original Fiction: Queen of the Sky and Rockfall

As many of those who have followed my ramblings on other socials would know, I've got a few original fiction projects, and my real obsession has been Queen of the Sky, set in the Airfleet Universe, my own original universe where airships rule the sky, Earth orbits a smaller star, and the year has 10 months and 304 days (totally not stolen from the Roman calendar lol).

I'm continuing to work through these, and waiting on OFFICIAL CHARACTER ART of some of the key characters of QOTS. Rather than starting with the protagonist, Princess Elysia, I've got the Chancellor of Atlantia (another country) coming out first. Rosalind Myers fans will likely be fans of Chancellor Elizabeth Caldwell.

When I'm done writing QOTS and I finally publish it, I'm moving onto a separate story called Rockfall: Darkness Over the Pacific, which features a post-apocalyptic Earth reminiscent of Ace Combat after Ulysses struck, and a cold war between two superpowers.

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I hereby would like to nominate @streetkid-named-desire @byberbunk2069 @wanderingaldecaldo @ouroboros-hideout. If you want to, no pressure intended!

#wip whenever #wip wednesday #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk oc #oc: valerie ocampo-gonzalez #not a v #oc: estella ocampo-gonzalez #oc: sara #durian writes original fiction #durian writes original fic #original setting: airfleet #airfleet: queen of the sky

[corpocyborg]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Tagged by @merge-conflict! (Thank you!)

CURRENT WIPs LIST

CYBERPUNK 2077

Secure Your Soul: AU in which V never left Arasaka but still ends up tangled up in the story of the Relic heist.

Beyond the Event Horizon: Post-Devil Ending fic in which a war between the humans and rogue AI occurred while V was in Mikoshi, and she is brought back to life in an artificial body as Arasaka's new future weapon.

Crawling: Post-Tower Ending fic in which V accepts a job at the FIA with Reed and ends up unraveling the mystery of what really happened to Songbird.

MASS EFFECT

Ruthless Remainders: A series of Post-Destroy Ending vignettes in which Garrus and Renegade!Shepard finally have time to deal with the consequences of all the ruthless war-time calculus.

Hounds of Hell: Mass Effect 3 AU in which Shepard stays with Cerberus and winds up indoctrinated.

I thought it would be fun to share a bit from all 5 of my current WIPs so... Bear with me... I tried to keep 'em short but this may still be a bit lengthy haha...

From "Secure Your Soul," Ch 5 - The Beginning is the End is the Beginning

"Bein' heir to the Arasaka empire," Jackie grumbled under his breath. "Sure as shit better'n bein' the son of Raúl Welles." Despite the severity of their situation, it took conscious effort for V to prevent herself from smirking. There it was. That fundamental truth. Deny it as they might, she thought, everybody wants to be us.

From "Beyond the Event Horizon," Ch 2 - New Future Weapon

As she waited backstage, she watched a video feed of the main set on a large television screen. The crew was still prepping. The set looked decent, though. She'd been worried they'd make it too flashy, but the marble columns and crimson drapery actually exuded the same inborn, self-assured authority she was aiming for herself. That was the value of working with professionals like WSN News. 

From "Crawling," Ch 1 - A Hazy Shade of Winter

"Reed," she said, her voice thin. "Thank you." He paused in the doorway, but he didn't respond right away. Although she could see only his backside, she still had the sense that he looked as drained as she felt. "That's all right, V," he said finally. "You have nothing to thank me for."

From "Ruthless Remainders," Ch 1 - Tuchanka

Watching her sitting in Tuchanka's red dirt, he understood why she had wanted to be here alone. He still remembered the conversation they'd had on board the Normandy, during the height of the war, and the way her face had looked when she'd realized he'd figured out what she'd done. Her jaw had tensed, but her eyes had never changed. They'd stared unflinchingly into his, and his initial reproaches had died on his tongue. He'd almost said, "How could you?" But instead he'd said, "Damn war."

From "Hounds of Hell," Ch 1 - Art of War

"Shepard," A familiar voice from behind her said. "I was hoping it would be you." "Illusive Man," she responded, without looking up from her work at the terminal. "I came here with the Alliance. Had to take down some Cerberus troops to maintain my cover." "Any one of them would have laid down their life for you if they’d had to, Shepard." "Well," she paused at the keyboard for a brief moment, rereading the last line of code. "Luckily, they didn't. They're in a biotic stasis. You get here fast enough, you should be able to collect them."

Okay... so there we go... a bit from all 5 WIPs. Hope you enjoyed!

Now for my tags...

@fereldanwench, @illusivesoul, @ghostoffuturespast, @luvwich, @gamerkitten. As always, no pressure!

#wips #tag games #cyberpunk 2077 #mass effect #fanfiction

[2jcore]

hwanghon brew director's cut

hello everyone first of all, please bear with me this is the first time i've tried using tumblr and i honestly don't know my way around it yet. With that being said, please allow me to give you the director's cut of Hwanghon Brew i promised 2 years ago lmao TT

So, for starters, hwanghon brew was commissioned by my good friend ate cams (who was absolutely patient with me. love u ate cams mwa) 

These were the things requested:

heejayke poly

established heejay

modern vampires

college/frat au

5+1

heejayke feeding on each other

THE PLAYLIST

I was given the freedom to do whatever, come up with whatever plot that ties these things together, so I did! The first thing that came to mind of course, was the vibe I wanted to go for. So i immediately looked up a modern vampire playlist to set the mood, and stumbled upon this playlist. which is honestly so fitting because 1) the cover is a screenshot from the given-taken japanese mv, and 2) the person who made it seems to be an engene seeing that the first song in the playlist is drunk-dazed.

Anyway, Supermassive Black Hole by Muse became the first song that I associated to Hwangwon. It was like, idk the theme song while i was writing it? In fact, the whole black market scene during the intro was written to supermassive black hole. I didn't really make a moodboard for HB and instead created a playlist and relied on getting the vibe from that instead.

if i were to describe the songs that i picked out for hwanghon, it would be dark and somewhat eerie. most of them were rock/alt, (Test Me - Xdinary Heroes, One in a Billion - Enhypen, Tonight is the Night I Die - Palaye Royal)

some were also alternative/indie like Teeth - 5SOS, cult leader - king mala, and Blood // Water - grandson.

I played this playlist 24/7 while writing the fic NO JOKE LIKE ESPECIALLY IN THE SHOWER even though some of the songs creeped me out T^T bc honest to god some of them lowkey sounded demonic but it is what it is. So, I listened to these vampy songs while trying to come up with the main theme of the fic.

If you watched the video teasers I posted on my twitter, you'd know that I strongly associated Xdinary Heroes songs to HB, especially during the scenes where they're playing tag and running around the city, especially Test Me.

Hold Me Tight, and Tunnel by KimYeji were for the more somber parts like Jake's inner monologues about fitting in, heejay talking about the coven and jake, and especially the scene were Jay runs to Jake in the bathroom and relives Heeseung's near death.

And while I do associate their running scenes with xdinary heroes, BONBON GiRL by SARM is an honorable mention. To me this is a bouncier song for the times they're leaping from one rooftop to another, just having fun while Seoul's citylights shine below them. When I play this song, Hwanghon Brew suddenly turns into this cyberpunk vampire anime in my mind.

Some special mentions that I really enjoyed listening to and helped me brainstorm for scenes are: Real Boy - Lola Blanc, Verbatim - Mother Mother, and Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High - Artic Monkeys.

OUTLINING

As some of my readers might know, my first step when writing a fic is to make an outline. My first thought was to think about the characters. With heejay being established, it only made sense for me to make them members of the frat/coven. With that thought in mind, I wondered how to write Jake into their lives. And thought, hmm, what if he moved to Seoul for college and stumbles upon one of the coven members? Let's make him a newly turned vampire from the country side.

(jake bagong salta to coven = jake new to the coven)

So i was trying to come up with the main theme of the fic and initially came up with this:

I was just thinking that jake was just, idk, desperately trying to fit in even though he was already part of the coven, and heejay could teach him how to be a vampire and their feelings could develop through that. Of course, this idea changed as the outline became more fleshed out.

After establishing the basics of the character backgrounds, my next step was to outline the plot itself. I divided the plot into the 5+1 structure, and brainstormed for a main event/scene per number.

this is the unedited original outline LMAOO which obviously was changed as I went along with writing it. I wasn't given an exact word count and was just told to write whatever I wanted (thank you sm ate cams 🥺) and honestly i went into this thinking that i'd be done by 10k HAHAHAHA BOY WAS I WRONG. then again, i shouldn't really be surprised because i have the habit of going over my target word count. In fact my bestie Erina (who helped me brainrot a lot during the writing process (luv u bubbie hwanghon brew will forever be your inaanak) was like. bubbie. how could you even think you'd be done by 10k LMAOO)

anyways, let's unpack this original outline. the [ 5 - hoon supposed to take him to hwanghon but can't ] made it to the fic since Sunghoon really asked Jay to take Jake to hwanghon. [ 4 - heeseung arc, bonding over ramyeon ] was only partially kept. Instead of the 4th part being about jake feeling hesitant, it becomes heejake growing closer through their convo while having ramyeon, and jake trying to get closer to jay by using the honey cookies. So i guess you can say that food holds importance in this part.

the third part where jake underestimates his appetite and heejay come to the rescue is kept, but added to it are heejake and heejay scenes, the latter giving more insight to the jayke aspect of things

The 2nd one. So my thought process here is: the initiation is successful. However, throughout and after this, heejay become more and more possessive over jake without them actually noticing and without them realizing why. So, the members intervene by acting all flirty with jake until heejay finally acknowledge their feelings, and this leads to the jealousy jealousy part in number 1. and somehow the tension just builds up until they all just erupt and make out, which would lead to them feeding on each other.

as you can see, khan's appearance in the fic was not part of the original outline. and that definitely changes a lot of things.

for the first few parts of the fic, i outlined the turn of events and crossed them out once i finished writing that sequence. my original outline somehow ends here? IDK how i outlined the rest of the fic LMAO IT WAS A FEVER DREAM. ANYWAY.

THE BLACKMARKET

i wanted to start the fic with a banger. literally. so, what better way to do it than to bombard countryboy Jake with the grim reality of the city, right?

After listening to Supermassive Black Hole, this black market scene immediately played in my mind and set the tone for the rest of the fic. It came to me quickly--the image of Jake stumbling upon a black market swaying, dizzy as hell, his vision splitting and all these neon signs swirling around him. for me, the song cemented the over all night life/cyberpunk vibe that I was going for.

At first, I was thinking that it's Jay who finds Jake in that market. Like the thought of spotting Jay amidst the blur of people was so appealing to me (especially as your resident jayker). But I figured that it would be better for Sunghoon to find him first, because not only does this create a foundation for jakehoon's friendship, but also sets the stage for a better meeting between jake and heejay.

Right off the bat I wanted this scene to be as descriptive as possible, so that I could immediately give the readers a good feel of the universe and the dark tone of the fic. Hence why I enumerated every single thing from a man trying to sell Jake drugs,

“Hyungnim,” A man suddenly slings his arm around his shoulders. “You looking for a good time?” “N-no,” He answers meekly, pushing away the man who had a couple of tattoos dotting the left side of his face, his leather jacket reeking of alcohol and some kind of earthy, herby scent.

(that's why he smelled earthy - y'know...marijuana) to prostitutes trying to beckon him over

“Hey, are you lost?” Two girls call out to him in coy voices, breaking out into giggles and taking drags of the cigarettes pinned between their long manicured nails.

Anyway, while i was writing this, i was constantly seeking opinions from my close friends (love u erina i could not have written most of this without you) and recieved good feedback about the intro, so i think it was pretty effective.

SUNGHOON

(this is the hoon in my head!! ugh so hot fr fr imagine him just walking along seoul at night jumping from one roof to another)

like I said, since i made Sunghoon the character who finds Jake, I wanted him to make a strong impression, which is why he is how he is--practically dragging Jake to the cafe, ordering for him, talking on and on even though Jake wasn't responding LMAO like Sunghoon didn't really care TT

I also wanted him to have #humor which is why he's so damn sarcastic all the time "don't worry i don't bite" SAYS THIS WITH HIS CHEST WHILE BEING A WHOLE VAMPIRE LIKE FUCK OFFF "no humans were harmed in the process" he's so??!?! anyway, it was super fun writing him, he's easily one of my favorite sunghoons in all the fics i've written.

though it looks like him being a lovesick fool is a common thing among my fics and i don't regret this one bit. It's so funny writing Sunghoon pining over Sunoo when the latter doesn't even give him his time of the day (not true, actually he's just equally enamored)

While it is true that Sunghoon is one of the comedic reliefs in this fic, Sunghoon is also the token best friend that everyone needs. He has his own way of looking after Jake that is just so endearing to me. In fact one of my personal favorite scenes would be the jakehoon skirmish during the initiation where they're just tumbling down from one roof to another. They way Sunghoon was so proud when Jake managed to get his necklace 🥺 and the way he was like "Go. The other three won't be as easy as I was."

In his own silly little ways, he makes sure that Jake isn't left behind and watches over him. (Sunghoon wouldn't have brought Jake to the cafe and bought him a blood smoothie to begin with if he wasn't so kind) Speaking of blood smoothie, that brings us to the next part

RASPBERRY ORANGES

also known as blood oranges, where Enhypen coined their album name "Orange Blood" from. If you check the dates, Hwanghon Brew was posted before this release so belift, i was first 🙄 (lighthearted) anyway, blood oranges are literally just oranges but the insides are red.

I was searching for a fruit that would pass off as the same color as blood because I wanted Sunghoon to order something cryptic. In the sense that it's not really on the menu since only vampires would know about it because it's a code for blood, but if per se, a human manages to overhear it and ask about it, they could just serve a real fruit smoothie and it wouldn't look any different.

I thought maybe dragonfruit? but it's too purple. raspberry is too pink. strawberry would be too pale. I stumbled upon the raspberry orange, saw the pulp looking like blood and i thought, yeah this is it. This looks vampire-y enough.

I included this fruit solely because of that and didn't really think of anything else lol. Later on, I found out through my moot Kaia that blood oranges hold meanings that really align with the concept of Hwanghon Brew

THE BASEMENT

I don't know if i should feel flattered, scared, or annoyed that there seem to be so many parallels between hwanghon brew and official enhypen content. because first of all, i posted HB in october of 2022, and it had the line "bite me" (i'm not gatekeeping that phrase but the parallels are just fascinating) and then they come out with Dark Blood and Bite Me as the title track in 2023. Also, like i said, blood oranges, Orange Blood, etc etc. And the basement/frathouse IS EXACTLY WHAT THE SET IN SWEET VENOM LOOKS LIKE

like. the strobe lights, the party, the dingy mattresses??? thanks to belift for bringing my fic to life i guess??!?W@#$ anyway, since they were a coven disguised as a frat, i figured it was only right for them to have a frathouse. i didn't do much research on frats because i didn't focus on it much in the fic, but i guessed that frathouses were mostly...well, messy. Plus, they're supposed to be broke college kids, so i thought it'd be fitting for them to rent out a cheap basement in one of the shady alleys in Seoul.

THE COVEN

While it is true that they're also kind of a frat, like Sunghoon says,

“It’s a coven and a frat. I mean, we’re fronting as a frat. But, it’s not exactly a disguise because we really are a frat? You get what I mean.” Sunghoon waves his messy explanation off.

they are a coven first and foremost, which to me crosses out the thought that they only have men (since y'know. frat). in my mind the coven also has female members. since txt are part of it, i immediately thought of itzy, pictured yeji and ryujin on the couch making out and i was like yeah, i like that.

aside from the basement looking like sweet venom, at the time I was writing it, SV wasn't out yet. So the party was actually mostly based on the drunk-dazed party

Anyway, it's mentioned in passing that the pioneer of this coven is Jay, and he served as its leader for a good few centuries before handing the torch to Jungwon. Since then, he took the backseat with the leadership, but still helped in calling the shots. Jungwon doesn't make big decisions without consulting him (and Heeseung consequently)

MEETING HEEJAY

Like I said, I wanted to set the stage for heejay--present them in a way that both Jake and the readers know that they aren't like any other. I wanted them to be revered. While everyone was wilding it out partying, they were in the backroom watching it all unfold. idk there's just something about them just sitting there and watching over their people. literally like kings over their constituents. (constituents??!!)

Tall nose, sharp lips, tanned skin peeking out from the rips in his jeans

Tall nose, small lips, sharp jaw trailing down to a chin that juts out when he frowns. A leather choker around his neck, his knitted top torn.

These were the pictures in mind when I wrote the descriptions of heejay's first appearance

JAY

i can't recall if someone left a comment about this or a friend told me, but i remember someone saying that it made so much sense that Jay was the eldest vampire. they said that usually, people would think of going according to enha's real age, so it was refreshing to see Jay as the eldest.

to me it just felt right to make Jay the eldest and only pureblood in the coven. I think i based this off of the fact that Jay in real life was obviously brought up in a high class (?) family and environment. He knows a lot of things, is well off, and yet he seems street smart and wise.

with this, i came up with his background--his family being around for ages, somewhat pioneers of the current seoul vampire society, and owners of the disguised vampire establishments. speaking of family, it's implied that Yoongi is Jay's relative.

aside from this, I was thinking, Jay is mostly a loving sweetheart in the fics i've written, so why not make him a loving but emotionally constipated tsundere in this one?

anyway, given the fact that jay is the eldest, only pureblood, and founding father of their coven, i think his disposition was to be expected. he's literally like a grumpy overprotective father. to him his coven is his family, which is why he's skeptical to let strangers get close to the people he loves. especially after the first khan incident. He let khan into the coven, treated him as his own kin, and khan betrayed him by abandoning all the principles and beliefs he stands by, and put their coven in a bad light because of this. I can't really blame him for being on guard and cut throat with accepting new members after this.

HEESEUNG

heejay being 7yearz going on 8yearz in real life is truly the basis of heejay in this fic, and consequently, Heeseung's characterization. much like in real life, i wanted them to have spent a lot of time together, which is why i wrote Heeseung as coming from 1235, which was the Goryeo era. Originally, I wrote Heeseung as coming from the late 13th century, but wanted to align his story with a real historic event. That's why I moved his year to 1235 where there were Mongol invasions, which led to him being injured, and then led to him being turned.

I think it's evident especially with the whole "While Jay is the storm, Heeseung is the calm before that" part, that I wanted to strike a balance with the characterization of heejay. To me it also felt so...idk, couple? so parents of them to be opposites in this way. It was like Tamaki going all out and then there's Kyouya, his silent and supportive right hand man. (from Ouran High School Host Club)

Which is why I leaned into Heeseung's laid back traits in real life and channeled his relaxed and easy going disposition. I just figured it would have been too difficult for Jake if both Jay and Hee were skeptical of him, so i thought let's make Heeseung someone who is a good judge of character, someone who immediately sees the good in Jake and becomes smitten.

I believe Heeseung acted as a bridge more than anything because jayke's bond was honestly the last to form, so he's a mediator in more ways than one.

With regards to the coven, it is mentioned that Heeseung is the second eldest, which means that next to Jay, he's the most respected because #age and #heirarchy and all. Also, no one would dare question Hee because he is after all, Jay's life long partner and lover.

In my mind, Heeseung is very wife in this fic, in the sense that most of the time he is Jay's voice of reason, lending his silent support especially during the times it is most needed. While the coven was founded by Jay, it would be crippled without Heeseung.

JAYHOON CONVO (OUTTAKE)

On the day that Sunghoon told Jake to come to the coven, Heeseung was the only one in the basement. Jay went grocery shopping and Sunghoon bumped into him on the way there. they both make an entrance while bickering

the door swings open and in comes Sunghoon and Jay, at each other’s neck. Figuratively.  “You should have told me beforehand!” “Well, I’m telling you now,”

Actually, they were fighting over Jake. The whole conversation goes like this:

"I told him he could join." "Who are you to decide that?" "Oh c'mon, aren't we like allowed to make referrals? like in companies? I'm pretty sure I should be getting a commission for recruiting him." "??? we are not a multi level company. Go bring your pyramid schemes somewhere else. Not to my coven" "But I already told Jake to come over," "You should have told me beforehand!" "Well, I'm telling you now"

their convo sounds pretty funny and sooo jayhoon in my head that i just had to share this even though it didn't make the cut in the fic

HWANGHON BREW

the heart of this fic (only actually partly, but the fact that this fic is named after the cafe make a big difference, no?) I'm not sure where this idea came from, I just figured it would be nice for them to have their own establishment. Like. #made by vampires for vampires. something like that, and thought hm, why not a cafe? so i went on to a name generator and it showed me a bunch of corny names for cafes T^T. I saw the word brew and it kinda stuck. So the next thing i did was to search for the korean words of vampire related things--moon, blood, twilight. And that's how i found the word hwanghon.

I put hwanghon and brew together, decided that i liked the sound of it, and put it as the working title while i was writing. i honestly didn't think that it would be the final title. I was just thinking of replacing it when i thought of something better, but fortunately i was unable to come up with anything that topped it DFAHAHAHA i am also so relieved I kept the title because i think it's so distinct? It has a very nice ring to it and makes it easy for me to search people talking about it on twitter HAHSDHF

here's the logo/symbol of hwanghon brew, and it's exactly as it is described in the fic

a crescent moon with the tips downturned, red rays dripping down from the middle. 

the red rays are an allegory to blood, hence why I used the word "dripping" to describe it. also, to me, the downturned crescent moon is a hollistic symbol of vampirisms. it is both a moon, and a pair of fangs. This symbol also plays a big part in the initiation because the necklace's pendant is in the same shape.

anyway, onto the system of hwanghon brew itself. Like Jay explained, the process of blood goes like this: human donations > health organizations > human government > high council > blood banks > vampire establishments (like HB) honestly, i didn't really consume much vampire media. i have never watched twilight or vampire diaries. the only knowledge i have of the collective concept of vampires would be from interview with a vampire, supernatural, a few clips from vampire knight, and a few panels from blood bank.

though i think the fact that i didn't really consume vampire media turned out to be a good thing in the long run, because I eventually had my very own take on the vampire universe and the world building. Though, it's not uncommon to have blood banks and whatnot, i just find it fascinating to have the vampire high council working hand in hand with the human government.

JAKE

oh my sweet Jake. he's just a baby girl, that's all. His characterization here isn't really far off from how i see him in real life? happy go lucky, very determined, absolutely resilient.

besides, i think that these are qualities of a person who can go through so much and come out of it stronger. these are the traits that would enable him to put his foot forward, join the coven, butter up to heejay, and go against a monster like khan.

however, while he is all those things---strong and brave, he is also very hesitant at the same time? He's the type to rethink his actions and mull over his decisions over and over again and question himself if he made the right choice.

he's also very conscious of the people around him, and he has his own insecurities, which to makes him feel more human than any of them, which also makes sense given that he's the youngest vampire.

EYE COLORS

I mention this throughout the fic--their eyes flashing inhuman colors whenever they're either hungry, protective, angry, etc etc. For Jake, it's blue. For Jay, it's red. This small detail isn't really important aside from the fact that only purebloods have red eyes, but I just got this idea from the japanese MV of given-taken. (actually, i rewatched that mv so many times while writing this fic)

GIFTS

it's mentioned in the fic that vampires develop gifts down the road. Jay's is super strength, Heeseung - telepathy, Jungwon - speed, Sunghoon - shapeshifter(?), Sunoo - gravity defiance, Riki - shadow manipulation/teleportation

Honestly, i just got this from the dark moon webtoon because i wanted to add a little flare to it lmao. Given, Jake's power would be fire. Initially, I thought of including his power in the fic. If I did, it would play out like this: jake getting beat up by khan > heejay comes to the rescue > khan puts up a fight, drives them into a corner > jake, livid that khan had hurt heejay, awakens his power and uses fire for the first time to protect them (wow, zuko who?)

but I decided to scrap that idea because I wanted Jay to be indomitable, and also kinda wanted Jake to play into that whole damsel in distress thing

anyway speaking of powers, if anyone's wondering why heeseung didn't just tap into jake's mind to find him, it's because heeseung's telepathy in this universe only works on covenmates. and since jake technically wasn't a member yet, he couldn't reach him.

THE INITIATION

actually, if i remember correctly, this idea came from one of my twt besties and gfs, nina. it makes sense of course, because they're a frat. and frats have initiations and it's just terrorizing new recruits, like Sunghoon said. They reason that it's to assess the new member (especially after someone like khan), they wanted to be more sure of new recruits--whether they'd play dirty just to be part of the coven.

Sunghoon also mentions that it's Riki who suggested to have initiations and that it usually consists of playing games (tag, hide and clap) but with a vampire twist. Not only does this allow the existing members of the coven to assess the new recruits physical abilities (speed, senses, etc.) but it also allows them to asses their decision making.

SUNOO, JUNGWON, AND RIKI

admittedly, I didn't put much details about these three compared to the hyung line for various reasons.

for one, I wanted Sunoo to be a mystery, and figured that would only be effective if I only gave out little information about him, leaving gaps and spaces for the readers to imagine. Which is why I mentioned that aside from Jay, no one really knows about his age or where he came from. (but his backstory is complete in my mind lmao.) also, I wanted Sunoo to be different from the other vampires, which is why he sometimes talks in shakespearean HAJSHA. AND I wanted his character to be different from all the other sunoos I've written. I just really love playing into the opposite of how majority of the fandom perceives him as well.

Jungwon, while being the coven's leader, only makes appearances once in a while. Despite his little screentime (sorry won I'll make it up to you), I wanted to make sure that he came across as reliable, especially since he is the coven's acting leader. Which is why he shows up to remind Jake to feed. To me, while he participates in initiations, he makes up his mind about the new recruits prior to that and acts based on this. He went easy on Jake because he actually liked him and wanted him to be a part of the coven, which is why he played along but gave back Jake's moon necklace in the end.

And Riki. He may seem like a playful vampire who's just there for the vibes, but he is also very perceptive. Like Sunoo, he plays a bigger part than what is implied, but I don't want to give out too much information bc I want to write a prequel HSDFHAHSD but yeah, Riki knows the streets and knows his shit.

well, that's that. Thank you for coming to my ted talk! I really enjoyed writing about my thought process while writing, and where I pulled inspiration from. I still think that I really outdid myself with writing this one and I think the comments I got just prove it. I love Hwanghon Brew with my whole heart and I am beyond happy that I get to share this with people who enjoyed reading it just as much as I had fun writing.

whatever i didn't cover here (like most of their character backgrounds, and khan) I will be including in the prequel. Anyway, speaking of the prequel, I've been told that some readers are curious about the timelines and the backstories of the members. I think if you pay enough attention to detail, you'd be able to gather a few hints about the timelines and their ages.

I do hope that if I ever do push through with it, you would be tuned in as well >< I have actually finished the outline, all that's left is actually writing it. I don't know when because I am unfortunately a busy college senior (writing her thesis and having her internship). But I do hope I get to do it soon because some of you really seem enthusiastic about it and it really warms my heart. Anyway, please consider this a love letter to the readers who enjoyed Hwanghon so much and showered it with so much love.

love u all ❣

#hwanghon brew

[tearwolfe]

sorry i have the absolute worst brain worms imaginable right now. first ruikasa fic, let's go.

like my last and only other fic, this one is set in my supercyber AU- a project sekai cyberpunk x supernatural (genre) dystopian world. characters are aged up in this AU, which really doesn't have much to do with the fic itself other than the fact that rui has an apartment.

as for a summary... vampire!tsukasa does his vampire things (blood sucking) and rui nearly passes out. enjoy <3

(content warnings: blood, vampire shenanigans, making out, a little bit of hurt/comfort)

FANDOM: Project Sekai: Colorful Stage

CHARACTERS: Rui Kamishiro, Tsukasa Tenma

WORD COUNT: 2,941

The morning when Tsukasa got back, Rui knew something was off. He didn’t go off on some long tangent about how something crazy happened like he did on occasion when he wasn’t feeling at his best. He just entered the apartment, grumbled a greeting to the alchemist who had been working on a new project on the kitchen floor, and trudged off to the bathroom. The sight Rui got of him was covered in dark, maroon blood. This wasn’t particularly surprising, he had gotten quite used to the pungent odor of rogue blood. Even so, his lack of enthusiasm was worrying.

Rui decided that he was going to talk to him whenever he got out of the shower. He put a pause on his project, putting the pieces into a box that would be safe, out of harm’s way. He pushed the box to the side of the kitchen and stood up, pulling the goggles off of his head. Living with Tsukasa had turned him into a night owl of sorts. He would spend all night working on new inventions while the vampire was out, and when Tsukasa would return, he would spend the morning with him, before the two slept the afternoon away. He figured it was a dangerous cycle, as a human never really having time to see the sunlight, but he was happy to just be with Tsukasa. He was the only light Rui needed.

After a bit of waiting around, Tsukasa finally stepped out of the bathroom. His long hair was still damp, and he had changed into one of Rui’s old t-shirts. The alchemist noticed that his eyes seemed darker than usual.

“Tsukasa-kun!” He dashed over to greet him, hoping that the shower had refreshed him. “How was your night?” Rui gave him a smile, stopping just a few paces in front of the vampire.

Tsukasa grunted in response, looking past him. “It was fine, nothing really to talk about.”

This was wholly unusual. Rui knew that he loved to talk. Something was definitely wrong.

“Hey, are you feeling alright?” he asked, turning his head and giving Tsukasa a once-over. He didn’t seem to have any obvious, life-threatening wounds.

“I said I’m fine. I just want to go to bed.” He was given such a curt response. Though his words were believable, the tone of his voice said otherwise. Not wanting to just stand there longer than he had to, Tsukasa pushed past Rui, headed toward the apartment bedroom.

A hand gripped onto his wrist stopped him.

He whipped back around, a wild look in his eyes, and his fangs bared. The image shocked Rui- never had Tsukasa snapped at him like that before. “Let. Go of me.” He felt the tendon in his wrist shift as he flexed his claws. Rui’s stomach churned, a nervous feeling welling up inside of him. Even so, he refused to release the hold on him.

“Tsukasa, let me help you. Talk to me.”

His scarlet eyes bore deep into Rui. The vampire swallowed thickly, a small bead of saliva escaping his lips. The crazy look he had turned to one of desperation, and his eyebrows furrowed.

Tsukasa let out a shaky breath. “Do you trust me?”

What kind of question was that? Rui’s face remained stern. “Of course I do,” he spoke in response. The grip on his wrist loosened.

“I need your blood. Please.” It sounded like he was begging. The pang of fear inside him turned into empathy. It was true, now that Rui thought about it, that he had never once seen the vampire drink blood. He never questioned him about it, knowing that vampires had their own way to source blood without harming people. But to hear Tsukasa sound so frantic really made him feel for him. There wasn’t much Rui could think of that he wouldn’t do for him.

He had always wondered what having his blood drank from the fangs of a vampire felt like.

Rui just nodded, noticing the slight look of relief in Tsukasa’s eyes. What would he have done if I said no..?

Tsukasa pulled his arm from the loose hold and took the alchemist’s hand instead, guiding him into the living room. Almost forcefully, he pushed him toward the couch, climbing on after him. Everything seemed to happen so fast that it overwhelmed Rui- one moment he was standing in front of the bathroom, and now he was shoved onto the couch, the vampire hovering over him, saliva dripping from his lips.

“Hey, hold on-” he grabbed onto Tsukasa’s shoulders, preventing him from diving straight into his neck. His face was flushed, golden eyes wide. “Not the neck. Not yet.” Rui looked away, embarrassed.

The pitiful whine he heard from the other was not something he expected. Tsukasa sat back, next to Rui on the couch, who glanced back at him. A defeated expression was plastered across his face, thick drool cascading down his chin, his breathing heavy.

Oh my god, it was worse than he thought.

As much as the unprecedented sight of Tsukasa sitting before him like that stirred his curiosity, he couldn’t just let him suffer and starve. Rui pulled the glove off his human hand and presented his arm to him.

“Here, my arm is fine.” He paused, feeling the need to explain. “My neck is just too.. Intimate right now. Not for the first time.” He scratched the back of his neck with his opposite hand, a light blush crossing his nose. Tsukasa didn’t argue. He wasted no time pulling Rui’s arm closer and hunching over.

A gasp escaped the alchemist’s mouth, the pain of Tsukasa’s fangs deep into his skin taking him by surprise. The sting was quickly eased as a numbing sensation traveled up his arm, focused around the bite. He grunted softly, the vampire now sucking at the wound.

Rui allowed himself to relax, slowing his breathing. There was an absence of pain now, which piqued the alchemist’s interest. It would continue to hurt if a human had bitten and sucked on the wound, however because Tsukasa was a vampire, it seemed he had a mechanism that quelled the pain. Perhaps it was a paralyzing agent all vampires contained, in order to immobilize their prey? Thinking of himself as Tsukasa’s prey made him shudder. He averted his eyes, his face flushing at the thought.

The pressure on his arm was released, and he took a deep breath. When the vampire slowly lifted his head from the spot he had latched to, Rui peered at his arm. Two punctures were left behind, tiny spots of blood bubbling up from under his skin. The area was wet from saliva.

Tsukasa’s eyes met his, their usual sunset orange a deep red. A small trail of blood trickled from his parted lips. Rui’s mind had gone foggy- why was he so trained on his lips? The hand that was formerly wrapped around Rui’s arm moved to sit on his knee, and Tsukasa leaned forward.

“Rui, can I kiss you?” he asked, eye contact unwavering. With the way Tsukasa was looking at him, eyebrows furrowed, mouth opened enough to reveal two pointed teeth, Rui felt like his question was more of a demand. He could barely give him a nod before the vampire closed the gap between them.

He felt a cold hand reach up to hold his flushed face. As Tsukasa’s lips pressed into his, he closed his eyes, submitting to his affection. The blond moved closer, swinging a leg over Rui’s legs, and shifting his body to straddle his lap. Rui gasped at the sudden adjustment, but Tsukasa just pushed deeper into the kiss. His hands found themselves a spot on his back, holding onto his thin shirt.

Rui was finding it exceptionally difficult to think. Between the movement against his lips and the newfound weight in his lap, he was afflicted with a warm feeling inside him, even warmer than the blush across his cheeks.

A wetness touched his lips, and Rui quickly gave in. He parted his lips, allowing Tsukasa’s tongue inside. He was immediately met with the metallic taste of blood. Only moments before, his vampire was eagerly drinking from his arm. There was something so personal about tasting his own blood from the mouth of someone else. Wait, his vampire? God, Rui was in deep now. A soft moan escaped his throat as Tsukasa pushed deeper into his mouth, his tongue pressing against his own. He felt hands tangled in his plum hair, tugging gently. The blond returned a hungry moan into Rui, clearly enjoying the work he was doing.

Rui’s breathing grew heavier as the kiss increased in passion. It felt so, so good, kissing Tsukasa like this. He held on tight to the other’s back, desperately not wanting to let go. The fog in his brain was only thickening, clouding his thoughts further. The touch of Tsukasa’s sharp fangs in his mouth drove him nearly mad. He wouldn’t mind being bitten by those teeth every day. Just the thought caused his already-flushed cheeks to darken. It was becoming hard to breathe.

Tsukasa pulled his mouth away, licking the saliva from his lips. The alchemist’s eyes fluttered open, noting the defined rising and falling of the vampire’s chest. Tsukasa was so pretty. It was unusual for him to be so direct. Not that Rui didn’t enjoy him so unwaveringly taking charge. He closed his eyes, unable to keep them open, and leaned into the back of the couch. He felt as if his consciousness was going to easily slip away, and his breathing was ragged.

“Rui..?” he heard a familiar voice. He hummed in response, turning his head to the side, exposing the side of his neck. “Rui!” he jolted awake, Tsukasa’s hands now on his shoulders, shaking him. His wide eyes met the vampire’s, formerly red returned to their usual orange.

The unmistakable feeling of dizziness overtook Rui. He closed his eyes once again, letting out a groan. “Shit,” Tsukasa cursed under his breath, just loud enough for Rui to register. The weight that had once sat upon him had left. The sound of footsteps departed, and returned as quickly as they had gone. He felt the couch shift.

“Here, drink.” Despite his tiredness, Rui opened his eyes. Tsukasa, now sat next to him on the couch, was holding an opened bottle of water to his lips. He weakly nodded his head, and the bottle was lifted upward, allowing the water to glide into his mouth. He hadn’t realized how thirsty he had become. The cool water felt so nice going down his throat. After a few moments, Tsukasa pulled the bottle away from him and screwed the cap back on. Rui watched as he put it down on the ground in front of the couch, and when he leaned back up, he noticed that the vampire had something else in his hands. He fiddled with it, the familiar sound of tearing plastic met Rui’s ears.

Now, Tsukasa held a breakfast bar in front of his mouth. “Eat this.”

Sense was beginning to return to Rui. His mind was certainly still muddled, but the warm feeling he had was going away. “What? Are you my mother or something?” he finally spoke. Tsukasa, however, was not taking this as an answer, so he shoved one end of the bar into Rui’s mouth before he had a chance to close it. He let out a muffled grunt, lifting his hand to take the other end of the breakfast bar, and took a bite.

As he chewed, Tsukasa explained. “I.. I haven’t taken blood directly from the source in a while,” he stated, a nervous edge to his voice. “I forgot that it wasn’t a good idea for you to uhm.. Not eat anything before. And I was really hungry.” He had his gaze trained on something past Rui, refusing to make direct eye contact. “I’m really sorry, I got carried away.” The pointed tips of his ears were becoming flushed. He stood up once again, swiftly making a trip to the bathroom.

Although the dizziness began to subside, Rui still felt tired. The cloudiness in his mind was dissipating. It was somehow reassuring that the way he felt was due to blood loss, rather than being down so astronomically bad for the vampire like he initially thought. He silently finished his bar and wadded up the wrapper, throwing it onto the floor. That was a problem for future Rui to deal with.

Once Tsukasa returned, he held a small, plastic container. He opened it, revealing the contents inside to be first-aid supplies. He knelt on the ground, in front of the couch, and gently took Rui’s arm. The blood had stopped flowing for some time now, and it had begun to dry. He pulled out a packaged disinfecting wipe and unwrapped it, pressing the wipe to his wound. The contact of the disinfectant on the puncture stung, causing Rui to clench his teeth. He let out a strained sigh as the vampire softly rubbed at the area, making sure to clean any excess blood. Once that was done, Rui watched Tsukasa take a larger band aid from the first-aid kit, unwrap it, and stick it onto the bite mark. He paused for a few moments, staring at his work, before returning to the container to shut it. He stood up, preparing to make an exit from the living room, but Rui leaned forward and took hold of his wrist.

“Come here, it’s okay. I’m fine,” Rui reassured, tugging on his arm to pull him back to the couch. The look Tsukasa gave him stabbed right through his heart; his eyes were wide, tears threatening to fall, and his typical smile was replaced with a frown. Oh, god. “No, no, no, don’t cry!” 

Tsukasa brought his hand up to his face, shaking his head. “I’m not!” His arm was pulled again, and this time he fell onto the couch next to the alchemist. Rui let go of his wrist, moving his arm to wrap it around the other, and pulled him closer. “I just- I don’t want to hurt you. And I messed up,” he sniffled, leaning into his touch.

“You didn’t hurt me, like I said before, I’m fine,” Rui soothed, rubbing circles into the blond’s side. Tsukasa looked up at him. His eyes were glistening, but his cheeks were not wet. That was a relief. Rui didn’t want to be the reason for Tsukasa to cry. He had found himself becoming more and more attached to this goofy vampire that dropped so abruptly into his life. He wouldn’t want to do anything to drive him away. The status of their particular relationship refused to be given a name- they weren’t lovers, but they were clearly more than friends. It was a complicated matter to the alchemist, so Rui didn’t particularly feel the need to ask Tsukasa’s feelings on the situation. The two lived in comfortable affection.

Rui averted his eyes. “Anyway, I kind of… enjoyed it.” Blush was creeping up his neck and across his face. Was that weird to admit…? The initial sting of Tsukasa’s fangs breaking his skin, paired with the paralyzing numbness that came after, was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It felt so personal, so intimate, Rui now wondered how it would feel to have the blood sucked from his neck, rather than the arm. He didn’t have any blood to spare right now, but… his eyes landed back on Tsukasa’s, who was just staring at him, face as equally red.

“Hmm..?” Rui’s voice came out higher than expected. This was so embarrassing.

“Enjoyed it?” the vampire repeated back to him. He nodded. There was a brief awkward silence where the two just stared at each other, until Tsukasa broke it with a smirk, followed by a chuckle.

Tsukasa’s hand reached up, fingertips brushing the side of Rui’s neck. He did not consider himself a bashful guy by any means, but by god, Tsukasa was going to turn him to jelly. “Of course you did,” he spoke, as if Rui were just stating the obvious. “I didn’t take you for the kind of person who wouldn’t bend to the temptation of a vampire.”

HUH? “What’s that supposed to mean?!” the alchemist choked out, golden eyes flitting about the room before landing back on the smug-faced Tsukasa. The chipper air had returned to him. However, he seemed to be using the change in mood for evil. His finger hooked under his choker, tugging against his throat slightly. This caused a noise to escape Rui that he wasn’t even aware he could make, his cheeks now bright red. Tsukasa pressed a kiss to his neck.

“-kasa please,” he breathed out, “you’re going to make me pass out for real this time.”

The vampire seemed to contemplate his options, before tilting back away from him. His hand trailed from his neck, down to his collarbone, and stayed there. “I am glad though, Rui.” His eyes rested on the other’s chest. “That you trust me. That’s not something I’m used to- coming from a human. Thank you for that.”

Rui smiled. Tsukasa was so genuine with him, the care he shared would be difficult to put in words, but he truly appreciated the time he put into what they had. Even if their circumstances were odd, Rui loved the time spent with him. He pulled his hand up, running it through blond hair. Leaning forward, he placed a kiss on Tsukasa’s forehead.

“I’d do anything for you, starshine.”

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oh my god. i'm going to go die now. i hope you liked it.

#project sekai #prsk #fanfiction #fanfic #ruikasa #tsukasa tenma #rui kamishiro #supercyber au

[threehuskiesinatrenchcoat]

!!!!! HI !!!!!

You‘ve seen the beginning of this and I hope you‘ve forgotten about it so u can read it again now!

This time I tried my hand at angst? Kinda? Also this is sort of inspired by the cyberpunk au but also knowing nothing about cyberpunk won’t hinder anyone from having a cry /hj jk i don’t think i‘ll actually make anyone cry with this but rest assured i‘m trying

Maybe one day I‘ll know enough computer jargon to make an actual cyberpunk au lmao

It’s also a lot of words? Like 2000<, which is not as much as the transformer au but definitely more than usual

Anyways, this is not a birthday gift bc it’s not your birthday why did i even clarify that so enjoy!

It took a lot of maneuvering to pull Graves’ heavily burned body out of the wreck. His limp form was a pitiful sight, skin either an angry red or dusty grey depending on where the fire and where the ash had gotten to him. Some of his implants had survived the explosion, others dug into his flesh, half molten and irreparable. Alejandro wondered how willing the Brits would be in actually hearing Graves out should he survive - and the colonel was sure he’d make it. It’s what he always did: endure and conquer. A picture of the other’s self-assured grin flashed in his mind. Alejandro sighed heavily, dark eyes cataloguing the most life-threatening injuries as the unconscious man got carried towards the base. The sun was close to setting, making everything glow in an orange light as if aflame once more.

While he watched his men leave with their cargo and thoughts about the future started to creep into his head. What would happen to Graves? Los Vaqueros would follow his command. If he wanted him to get treatment, they’d give it to him. The Brits, though? They might argue whose custody he was under, so to say. Seeing as they had worked with Sheppard more closely and were actively hunting him, they might want to get the info first, stabilize him second. Alejandro knew he was letting his own bias blind him, but Graves should get a fighting chance, a chance to make things right.

They’d need to check his chip at the very least, anyways; make sure his brain wouldn’t immediately shut down once they tried to wake him up. Until they came back, Alejandro would make sure the former commander survived. Besides his obvious use, the Mexican wasn’t able to rid himself completely of the fondness he held for the other man and probably never would. Taking a deep breath, he collected himself. There was no time to worry about something he couldn’t change right now. Los Vaqueros needed him; las Almas needed him. It was time to take care of his responsibilities. With one last glance towards the medical wing, he steeled himself and went to find Rodolfo. They had a lot to discuss.

He was a doll. Graves was a doll. The news didn’t really want to register in his mind, but there it was, black on white. He had a chip and everything. It had gotten activated recently, very recently. The pad’s screen started flickering as Alejandro applied more and more pressure, unable to handle his anger any other way. Luckily, his second in command took it from him with an order to calm down before they’d discuss it. The colonel left wordlessly and did just that.

Multiple destroyed test dummies and equipment later, he returned. Their conversation didn’t last long, everyone present knowing just what those chips did, having seen them in action at a few cartel raids already. The general consensus was that Graves was innocent, the Brits reluctantly agreeing as well when being told of the newly discovered circumstances. His state was still unstable, but he wouldn’t be held accountable for everything he had done while not being himself once he woke up. The scope of his involvement would have to get sorted out first, of course, and Alejandro hoped it to be minimal.

The walkie talkie hanging from his hip cackled to life. It was Graves, he had woken up. After alerting Rudy, giving him a short explanation and requesting his presence in the medical area as well, he found himself standing in front of the American’s assigned room. He took a deep breath to calm himself, his breathing almost echoing in the quiet and empty hallway only broken up by faint beeping sounds and medical equipment standing to the side. Reaching out, he slowly pushed down on the cold door handle and stepped in.

He looked so small and vulnerable, skin pale and face gaunt. Alejandro slowly got closer, eyes transfixed on the figure getting swallowed by the stark white bedding. Coming to a stop at about stomach height, he almost didn’t dare to take a proper look at the other’s face. Graves’ lower body was completely covered by the blanket, but what was visible of his upper body looked painful. His stomach had been blown open and sewn shut again, his right arm had to be removed completely and his left one was missing the blade. Wires had been bundled together and secured to the remaining arm, probably so they wouldn’t snag on something should he move. The Mexican didn’t want to imagine how much agony he must be in; or would be if he wasn’t high on painkillers. The drip bag connected to Graves only half full, having hung there for a while already.

Something moved in his periphery and his eyes snapped upwards to where Graves was staring at him. The other blinked again and his breath hitched. Alejandro just stared back, now faced with what he’d been avoiding for the past few weeks. The American’s empty stare, dull in unrecognition, but still so very blue, moved slowly towards the door when Rudy stepped in. He seemed to barely notice movement; his reaction seemingly more instinct than willful action. Alejandro wondered how long he’d have to stand still for Graves to think of him as part of the room.

Rodolfo’s gaze swept the room before landing on the colonel, but Alejandro didn’t dare take his eyes off the man lying in front of them, scared he’d miss when he’d pass out and look no better than a corpse again. “How is he?” Rudy obviously tried to talk as soft as possible, but Graves still flinched. Something like fear flickered in his eyes. It was to be expected, seeing as the other man had taken part in taking him down and who knew how damaged the chip had gotten during the explosion.

Alejandro tried matching the other’s tone, already dreading the injured man’s reaction. “He hasn’t talked yet, but I’ve only been here a couple minutes.” In his periphery, he saw Rodolfo nodding in understanding, but his focus was on Graves, Phillip, who’s gaze was resting on him again. Brows furrowed and frowning slightly, he looked as if he was concentrating, His remaining hand spasmed and Alejandro slowly reached for it. The American’s arm was light, missing a good chunk of it, but when he gently squeezed his hand, it felt as if the other was trying to reciprocate it.

His heart fluttered with hope. Maybe they’d be able to talk to him soon; make him understand that he was safe. It must’ve shown on his face, because after a moment of quiet, Rodolfo patted his shoulder and left the room with a soft “Don’t stay too long, Ale.” He nodded, not taking his eyes from Graves’, imagining, hoping the spark in them was recognition.

Phillip’s condition wasn’t improving. The doctors were at a loss, calling his survival a miracle already and deeming him a lost cause. Every time he woke up, the most he did was track people’s movement with his eyes and occasionally twitch when one of the loose wires in his enhancements caught a spark. Alejandro tried visiting him as often as possible, until Rodolfo stepped in and practically dragged him out of the room, scolding him. He knew it wouldn’t get better, almost two months of no change proved that. Graves’ brain basically short-circuited, at least that’s how others had tried explaining it to him. Even his breathing wasn’t completely automated anymore, sometimes just stopping without rhyme or reason and having to be supplemented with a machine hooked up to his respiratory system. Day after day, Alejandro’s hope grew more and more cold, into a black hole at the center of his heart. He wouldn’t, couldn’t, let it go, but it was eating him up from the inside.

“They’re here. Vamos, let’s not keep them waiting.” Alejandro nodded and rose from his seat. Graves’ eyes were on him in an instant. It hurt, seeing him like this, but after Rudy’s intervention, he tried concentrating on his work more. It proved futile, so he took his work to the place his thoughts were circling around anyway. It might be a bit of a hassle to walk the extra distance between his office and the medical wing, but he got his work done and that was the important bit. He put any sensitive documents away, before walking towards the yard.

The Brits came for a visit. Everyone knew the reason for it was laying unresponsive in a medical bed, but they’d claimed to have a plan; not necessarily to get him to talk, but to get the information they needed. Alejandro didn’t like the sound of that. His suspicions turned out to be justified when 141 explained their brilliant plan was to reactivate the chip. The ensuing discussion and subsequent dismissal of Alejandro’s arguments against the method were a given. It might’ve ended differently if Graves had been lucid and recovering, but his current state just encouraged the others in their decision. “He won’t feel a thing, colonel, calm down. At this point he’s as good as dead, anyways.”

Alejandro insisted on being present during the procedure. He watched as they transferred his body onto the operation table, strapping him in. It was expected he might wake up and have the chip take control again. That thought alone made the Mexican’s hairs stand on end. Having Graves finally awake, not as himself, but an imposter, a mere puppet for Sheppard; it stung. Once they started hooking him up to the cables, that was when Alejandro began to have his doubts. He hadn’t wanted this for Graves; hadn’t from the very beginning, but now he started to realize; it was really going to happen. He took a shaky breath. Rodolfo noticed and put a calming hand on his shoulder. It didn’t help as much as he needed it to.

The room’s white walls, floor, lights, white everything didn’t let Graves look any healthier, his skin almost blending in with its surroundings. The whirring of the machines grew louder, the computer running its programs to access the chip. Alejandro saw the diagnostics popping up on the displays, even as digitally inept as he was, it was clear those numbers weren’t good. Graves’s heartbeat picked up significantly as one of the monitors flickered to life, showing Shepard’s face on a computer screen. It was too quiet for Alejandro to make out the words spoken, but he monitors view flicked to the side momentarily, showing the inside of a moving vehicle and the prairie running past the window, before lowering again towards Shepard. The plan was working, they were seeing Graves’ memories.

It took only a moment for everything to go sideways. The man strapped to the operation table started twitching violently, straining against the belts holding him down. Then, the screaming began. Alejandro had heard a lot of screams in his career; People being tortured by the cartel, people he had to get information from himself, dying people in the street, or their loved ones mourning the corpses, but this scream was one of the worst ones. Had someone told him Graves was getting stripped of his skin and doused in acid, he would’ve believed it. He thrashed stronger with each passing minute, throwing his head from side to side. Alejandro hadn’t even noticed himself moving, but one minute he was behind a glass wall, the next he stood next to Phillip, trying to hold him down. Soothing words were useless with how loud the other was yelling, but it didn’t stop him from murmuring them anyways.

From one moment to the next, Graves went quiet. The doctors present wasted no time securing the belts, tying the American down tighter and assessing the damage. Alejandro simply stared back into the other’s eyes that had settled on him with a horror-stricken expression. He didn’t know what to do. Graves looked so scared, his mouth opening and closing multiple times before settling back into a frown. Alejandro tried smiling at him as calmly as he could, sort of failing, but he didn’t care how weird his face looked, because it got Phillip to react.

The American whined pitifully, that’s all you could really call it. It sounded like the precursor to a truly horrible crying session, but not so much as a single tear left Graves’ eyes. They looked more grey than blue in the harsh operation table lighting and Alejandro couldn’t help but wish to see them in the sun if only for a moment. “A’jandro” Even just his name sounded painful to say and the Mexican put his hand over the other’s bound one.

“Save your energy. You need to recover, not talk. Please, Phillip, just get better.” He looked truly pitiful, staring up at him from that table with pale skin and a desperation in his eyes, one could think he was dying. Graves shook his head slowly, gaze never leaving Alejandro. Lips pressed together; he began tearing up, tears rolling down his cheek. The Mexican wiped them away, startled by how cold his skin was. The other man opened his mouth again, but only a painful wheeze left it as his gaze grew distant, unfocused eyes wandering to the side. “Hey, no, don’t leave again, you need to stay, don’t leave me, Phillip.” But his pleas fell on deaf ears, as he looked around, searching for something to help, anything to bring him back. The consistent peeping tone finally registered in his mind.

HJKGSDFSLIUYHIHEGKIL????????????????????? AEUGHGGSFG???????? okay listen. listen. when i see you irl i am legally obligated to punch you in the face (maybe with my mouth) because i feel so much lovehate for it it's unbelievable (in all the good ways) i SWEAR. when i told you about my cyberpunk au-crossover thingy i kinda expected it to be just me sharing my brainrot ideas i haven't even posted anything for it here yet but youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu im crying screaming throwing up foaming at the mouth im SO so normal i swear please believe me

#call of duty #phillip graves #alejandro vargas #alegraves #thtcodposting

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Hello, I want to write a Cyberpunk AU for fanfiction, but I am not sure how to build the world. It is set in the distant future, and the story will probably be set in a large city. I need help with worldbuilding though, as I do not know where to start.

Thank you.

In honor of Stray, fulfilling this request would be an absolute pleasure! Here are some tips for building a cyberpunk world:

Do Your Research: cyberpunk is fairly popular, so in an effort to make your work less repetitive, it would be wise to do your research on all the existing types of cyberpunk and what sets them apart. Find your inspiration in the old so you can create the new, unique, and fascinating!

Identify a Subgenre: apocalyptic, dystopia / utopia, fantasy, horror, nature, sci-fi, etc. There are so many directions you migrate towards in your story, but those are usually dictated in part by the genre. Solidifying a sub-genre for your cyberpunk story will alter the direction it takes while adding depth.

The Future of Capitalism: every cyberpunk story is steeped in new technology that somehow alienates and disenfranchises a group (usually the lower class). In your world, how does that technology create the divide? How does it function? Where did it develop from?

The Victims: every story needs victims, so how did capitalism victimize the lower class (or other group)? Consider how they live, where the live, and what they have access to. Could they use their resources to make their lives better?

Engage with Gray Morality: the cyberpunk genre initially drew inspiration from noire stories about detectives, mysteries, and justice that wasn’t always black and white. Ensure your characters and the decisions they make could be considered a bit closer to gray in terms of morality.

And perhaps the most important, Make It Personal: every story is made better when it draws from the passion of the author, and every author fears, loves, and hates -- use your personal experiences to inspire and build upon what you fear to be a future reality. This will inject realism into your work and, after all, your fears may overlap with those of your audience and make it personal for them too.

Looking for more prompts and tips for writing certain genres? Shoot us a request and we’ll fill it on our next AU Friday!

- Admin M  x

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Aka I MUST know about "does this unit have a soul - Durgetash" for the WIP tag game pls this is imperative

“Does this unit have a soul” for the WIP Name ask game!!! This is one where I feel my vision outstrips my skill level!!! The name is taken from Mass Effect.

Cyberpunk AU where Gortash goes a little bit mad in the wake of his friend’s death. He uploads his dead friend’s memories into a Bhaalist assassin bot in an attempt to keep their consciousness from fading away. As he makes a name for himself in the criminal underworld he modifies the bot more and more for survival, keeps it near to him at all hours, ostensibly as a bodyguard.

But in reality he obsesses over improvements in interweaving flesh and tech so that he can revive his nearest and dearest friend, slowly jailbreaking it and reprogramming its assassin codeset. The bot becomes his partner— more so than any human— and as it does his dirty work it comes to be known as The Dark Urge.

Then Gortash’s rival Orin scraps his bot and throws it into the recycler in petty revenge. The bot is damaged, but it wakes up. The Dark Urge doesn’t remember much except Gortash’s name, and it sets out in search of him. Its logical circuits are in shambles, its chassis is cracked, hiding weapons it doesn’t remember being built in, but it remembers flashes of Gortash laboring over them, his fervent dedication to perfection, the care in which he fitted each newly fabricated part, and the strange, weak, human emotion he always displayed when he looked at them.

And so The Dark Urge sets out to find him, and to figure out what exactly is wrong with them, because their programming is breaking down more and more each day. Along the way they befriend other outcasts of society, have new experiences, and rebuild themselves from what they learn. When at last they meet Gortash again, they’ve entirely reformatted their base programming and reintegrated it with their new experiences. And they understand why he worked so hard to fix them, and what he felt when he looked at them.

What makes us human? What is emotion? When does programming become something more? Love breaks logical boundaries, but examined to the furthest possible extent!!!!! Robots having feelings my eternally beloved trope!!!!!!!!!!!

#akachan writes #akachan answers #if you noticed the pronoun shift. good.

[kittyscupcakeandbunny]

REVOLUTION

[CYBERPUNK x ALIENS AU]

INTRO

INTRODUCTION - A win Starts with a defeat

Side Characters: OT7

Warnings: violence, sharp objects, blood, death.

Genre: cyberpunk, fantasy, enemies to lovers.

SUMMARY: Human race has been fighting an endless war with aliens for 200 years, that made scientists and the military force create Shelters under the grounds of the deserts in hopes to save as many lives possible, althought they have tried to win this war nithjng humans tried was effective wich lead them create a new weapon. One that finally could win. But, could only be used by a hybrid, half human and half aliens the new generation of humans hybrids stronger then an average human, were the only ones that could wear the armor. They were the only ones strong enough and capable of using the armor to defeat the aliens. In the middle of this war a new fight arise when a normal woman decides to make a reckless decision, out of love she sets fire to the fuse.

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I only heard stories about how the world used to be, how pretty the cities were and how beautiful the night was with all the lights on, the people walking around, the tv shows and music and the food.

Now we coward under the ground. Hidding away from the monsters, who had taken our planet and destroyed our civilizations.

The human race almost went extinct. The war started 200 years ago and we have been fighting for our planet ever since. Failing miserably every chance we took.

Noticing that there was no way we could fight against the aliens, military officials and scientists decided to form an alliance and with that the Unite RZ200 was born. The Unite was build underneath the desert in what used to be Las Vegas, it was a calm area and only had a few problems ever since the beginning of the war.

It was decided to be our Unite since the aliens seemed to stay more in the south and closer to the oceans, they usually are in groups and that makes it even harder to defeat them.

It was the perfect place to begin the creation of a weapon able to kill those aliens.

The first attempts killed even more people, and because of that a scientist named Logan Lee decided to be creative. He started a project called “NWG1”. But unfortunately the humans at that time were not strong enough to bear the side effects the weapon caused. One minute inside the weapon and their brains would implode.

With that he started a second attempt at the project and called the “new generation”. More tests began, Logan Lee was determined to make a new race. One strong enough to kill an alien with their own hands, he didn't took a break until he was done.

He realized the only way the aliens could be killed was by their own kind and so, he decided to create a drug based of the aliens DNA that could change the human DNA structure entirely. They couldn’t change the human structure as they pleased and for that not many people survived the first tests with the drug, it took too much time but the first ever human hybrid was made.

It looked human in every way except for his eyes.

Scientists then continued with the drug tests even though it was only a new born.

The drugs were strong, the tests were so cruel but they were not trying to make people, they wanted monsters. Monsters that could kill monsters.

Not even the children escaped. They were forced into training and tests, hard work, fighting training and resistance training. They were put to their limits ever since born.

When born in this era you already have a place to serve, whether you like it or not. You have no choice.

My father was a scientist and so was my mother, she died giving birth to me and my dad died no so long after due to a heart attack. At least it was a natural cause, and not an alien.

Humans and hybrid humans were divided into two, hybrids would be tested and trained to fight, normal humans would be put somewhere based of their parents ranks. My parents being scientists i had only one place to go, scientists kids will be scientists, soldiers kids will be soldiers, Hybrids will stay in the program for tests and training having their own ranks based on strength and tests results.

I was raised by my moms friend, who is a soldier. We need to keep a certain number of people in every UNITE and SHELTER, we need scientists to run the tests and amplify the drugs to make more and more stronger Human Hybrids, they are the ones fighting, soldiers are mechanics who work with engineers to keep the weapons working stable and fix it when they break, we also have the people who works with the computers and Technology intelligence, they all play a big part in saving our planet.

UNITES are the special places were we get designed to work on, every UNITE has its own identification, the scientific UNITE were the research and tests and creation of medical drugs are done is identified as the GS UN, they also do laboratory work with hybrid humans there.

The engineers UNITE is identified as the BTI UN, all the machine and weapons are there and they are always working on those there. The technology intelligence is right beside the engineers UNITE, they work together to keep the system working and the weapons in control.

There is the Medical UNITE were the doctors work, it works just like a hospital but with more technology. Is identified as the BLMED UN.

I must move into a new UNITE to work. It has been a long time, but this is just the beginning of our win in this war.

After working as an assistant in the GS UN I simply decided I wanted to help taking care of the injured people, so I chose the medical unite.

The hole underworld have been divided into many different SHELTERS, as the time passed and a new Unite was needed they would add it forming a big hive.

To move around down here we take a train, thanks to that it takes only 5 minutes for me to get to the BLMED UN.

There is nothing expensive or pretty about living under a desert, it is cold all the time which is good for the technology equipment, but in winter it gets even colder.

There is no shops here, it is literally a cave. But with a lot of technology and more clean. We all receive food and any kind of special needs through a delivery robot, so no one can really go outside unless needed.

As I get out of the train a man walks towards me, he has grey hair although he definitely is in his probably 20s I'll give him 26 at least, he wears a long black coat and a white shirt with a black tie. He looks neat and serious.

- hi, I'm Kim Namjoon - he said stopping in front of me, extending his hand he then proceeded - I'll be the one in charge of you from now on.

- I'm y/n - i shake his hand firm.

- here, please.

He shows me the way and I follow him, it looks just like a train station but with many rocks and some plants growing on the walls, it is well illuminated and is a long walk till we stop in front of a silver door which he uses a black ID card to open the door on the digital lock beside it in the wall. Only people who work on this Unite is allowed here. You're given a ID CARD which usually represents your Unite. My mind works in thought, if he has a black ID card must mean he is the one in charge of the whole BLMED UN, being a leader he has access to all the Unites.

We enter a white corridor with a thin blue line that fallows on the middle of the wall, it doesn't even look like we are living under the ground. The blue line represents the UNITE. Every UNITE is represented by a color.

Everything here is well build and clean. If really put your mind to it, almost didn’t look like we were all living under the desert.

Namjoon shows me around the whole Unite, where the medical materials and medical drugs are, the rooms for the patients, the rooms for tests, and where his office is in case I need his assistance.

Entering his office he walks past me to his table and takes something from the cabinet behind the table.

- here is your ID card and uniform, make sure to always wear your badge of identification otherwise they won't let you enter the lab or let you enter the medical storage room to take any meds you might need.

As he said that I already put on the white coat and badge with my name and picture he handed me, he looked at me up and down for a moment looking as if he wanted to say something but was uncertain of it.

- what? - I asked. Looking into his eyes, I noticed a change in the light of them, they seamed to darkened and then went back to normal.

- nothing - he smiled - are you ready for your first day?

- yeah. - he showed me out his office - I mean, yes sir.

- please, just call me Namjoon - he said closing the door behind him - it will be a pleasure to work with you y/n.

- you say it in a way as if you know me....

- well - he started - i know you will do well.

After that we went our separate ways, me to the patients room and he to do whatever business he had now.

[...]

Is not like is boring, I'm actually glad I don't have to take care of patients. Don't get me wrong, is what I have to do and what I chose to but, you don't want to see people hurt and die, is good that nothing happened because no one got hurt.

You don't chose this path because you want to, you chose it because people might need you.

That is what i was thinking as I'm putting a box of countable medicine in a shelf at the storage room of the lab, not realizing the change in the air but as soon as thought everything would be fine the shelves start trembling and then I felt it under my feet. Looking over me it finally hit me, they are trembling as if…

I immediately cut my thought. It can't be.

They are here.

What a perfect way to star your first day of work. Just when I thought it was too good to be true, sorry I forgot we were fighting gigantic aliens for 200 years. 

As a red light shines bright over my head and with no second thoughts i ran out of the storage room, the whole unite has red flashing light, it’s a warning of attack. In the hallways people are rushing back and forth to their positions and out of different unites. 

- attention, every one back to your positions. This is not a training, warning signal TA07, every one in your determined Unites, go to your set Unite, warning signal TA07.

Shit. 

I quickly make my way to the RED Unite. All medical subordinates are required there when there is an attack at the HIVE, so we can help anyone injured during a defense attack against an alien.

Just like with the Unites we use a ranking escale to tell what kind of alien we are confronting and how much damage it will take on us. And this one is a TA of level 07, which means his level of demage is strong. It will be a hard one to take down.

The hallways are turning darker as i make my way to the Red Unite, once there I use my ID card to identify myself to the guard in front of the door, with a nod he opens the door for me to get in. 

RED is one of the biggest Unites since is were the TAWs are, it has two floors and is were the engineers and soldiers work with the TI to help the hybrid humans get in the armor and out of the underground, outside to fight the aliens.

Once there, i see a line of people wearing white coats and spotting Namjoon standing there, i make my way to the line, he looks at me and noods in my direction, i nood back and take my place beside him and a girl. 

The scene in front of me moves in slow motion, engineers and soldier running around getting the weapons ready together with the TI who is in the second floor over where I stand, progaming through computers the weapons. 

The trembling kept going, with each breathe i took i felt it in my heart almost each step it took towards us, silencing all the sounds around me. It felt like i was under the water, the sounds around me were muffled and every one seemed to move in slow motion.

Every heart beat I felt deep in me the fear. The creature screamed so loud as the defense mechanism started attacking it that even though we where under it i could feel it. Right inside my heart, it was painful.

- Hunters!? Puff! 

A mocking deep voice said suddenly. Slowly, every sound came right back to me and the pain in my chest was gone. I was back to my reality.

- they are here - the girl beside me whispered.

I looked at her noticing her gaze was behind me, so I turned to see what she meant and there I saw it. 

The epitome of perfection. Logan Lees creation, the weapon. Human Hybrids. The five best. We call them The Hunters.

I only heard about them but, seeing them in action is lot more different. They could pass as normal humans if it wasn't for the eyes, when messing with their DNA many things change and the eyes where something Logan Lee couldn't change back. 

They where a bright yellow color. It was rumored that the more you fight the aliens the less color they have.

Their leader was Jungkook, his eyes where getting grey already. He is the best and strongest ever since he had the age for it there has not been one fight he wasn't present, always making sure he defeats his enemy, they did the right thing calling him. He was the number one hunter we have, no one was at his level. The TA07 won't be easy but, with Jungkook theres a win is guaranteed.

- more like a suicide squad - said the one beside Jungkook, he had dark hair and was smaller and had a physical of a cat almost, with the way he walked.

He must be Min Yoongi, from an old clan of Royals, i heard his mother was the one who told the scientists to test the drugs on him and make him one of the hybrids, but that was all rumors no one really knew much about him, he was a mystery. A deadly one.

- you have humor today - said the tall one beside him, he had blue hair and wore headphones. 

That one is Taehyung. He was the goofy guy everybody talked about him, he was quiet popular with everyone since he was so unserious. He always wore those headphones no matter what, no one knows why.

He's weapon is some ultra sonic sound weave. People say he has the weirdest fighting style but he isn’t one of the hunters for no reason, once he even took the head of an alien with his sound wave.

Beside Jungkook must be Hoseok, no one knows anything about him. Only that he is a beast, once he puts on that armor he fights like it will be his last day alive. He is so strong Jungkook always have him by his side. 

The last one is Hyejin. People say she and Jungkook are dating and everybody questions about why she is even a Hunter, the reason being Hyejin is in the lower level of training. She is a beginner not even close to their level. The weakest. Rumors say she's only there because of Jungkook.

They all took the glass elevator to the second floor. Where they will be prepared to enter the armors by a special team, they make sure the Hunter have everything ready to enter the armor so nothing goes wrong.

200 years it took to make the armors. They are as tall as a building, and just as strong as the Aliens. When creating the weapon the engineers and the TI had the idea to fight fire with fire and design the perfect weapon to fight the alien.

After so many failures when Logan realized that nothing human in this world would be able to defeat the aliens, he started the armor project. That was way before the hybrids were created.

The project was to create a weapon just as strong as the alien. It was a lot more difficult back then but, now it became clear that we could do anything. 

The armor was not just made by robotic and high technology. Under all that metal are parts of aliens dead’s body. The only thing to make it work is the need of a living Hunter to control it. The TI created a program to connect them, the Hunters brain would be connected into the armor sharing every cell with one, that way he can control it but, only if they are strong enough to hold it.

- starting defense program now. 

Said the robotic voice on the speakers. 

The TI team has full coverage and control of the armor in case something bad happens, they know everything that is going on with the Hunters when they are out there, how the armor is doing and how much damage it took.

I knew it was time once i heard the loud noises coming from all the armors getting settled to go out, it sounded almost like a missile being fire, then more trembling on the ground. And an explosion.. 

No one had told me it would be this strong, i just realized once i fell to the ground. In my ears was a high pitch sound holding myself my hands on the cold floor. 

- are you okay?! 

I look up to see a worried Namjoon as he went down beside me his hands holding my arms helping me get up and with a final deep breath I held on to him getting up, standing on my two feet i felt the hit of the gravity on my whole body. The heavy weight of it pushing my down on my place.

- I'm fine, it just got me by surprise - i said. The high pitch sound finally gone.

- first time does - he told me letting go of my hand - but you'll get used to.

He gave me a small smile.

- I hope so.

[...]

We won. At least this time, but not without a price. When they came back after defeating the TA07, they where badly injured. As we couldn't watch the fight only stand there and hear the loud noises of the fight. It was horrifying to just sit there and listen knowing exactly what was the cause of it.

It was taking so long that for a moment i thought they would lose. But in the end they proved why they are the ones we call.

It is still a war. The Hunters are still half humans and they can get badly injured, the girl Hyejin could bearly stand on her feet and we had to rush to them, Jungkook fainted as soon as he was out of the armor. He took many blows for Hyejin. Taehyung seamed to have many cuts on his arm, and Yoongi and Hoseok were in a bad situation. 

Yoongi took a blow on his ribs and it was bleeding a lot, we have to make sure if he broke something or not. Hoseok had a bleeding on his head and he seamed to have broken his hand.

When you are connected to the armor completely, what happens to the armor happens to you. No one knows why but, you become one with the armor. 

We take them all to the medical room. There was blood everywhere, from all of them.

We all had to make it fast. 

- y/n! Quick, check Jungkook! - I heard one of the doctors order.

My body just moved on his on. I don't know what was going on, i couldn't feel anything. Everything was happening and it felt like I was just watching, my mind felt like riding in a roller coaster.

I came closer to Jungkook to check on him. He was in a bad situation i could tell, he had cuts on his face and a deep one on his chest. Before I could even get close to clean his wounds his left hand grabbed my arm and pulled me closer harshly, his yellow eyes stared at mine with so much range I could swear they where getting red now. 

Why? Was his mind still in the battlefield? 

I was pulled out of him by two hands on both my arms.

- I'll take care of this. - I heard Namjoon whispered in my ear. He seamed calm and that helped me calm down too - go see Taehyung he seems pretty hurt. - he order. 

Our eyes meet quickly and he gives me a small nod i nodded back and made my way towards where Taehyungs bed was.

It was one big room with six beds. There was a lot of doctors, coming and leaving back and forth. Everyone was worried about them, some needed special care and were took to a room separately. And some needed cirjury.

As I stood in front of Taehyung, i finally woke up from my state. 

Seeing as he had a cut on his arm i went stray to the countable medicine, taking everything I needed.

- I'm giving you anesthesia, okay - i tell him while preparing the syringe, he only nodded he's right hand holding his injury arm. - all done, I'll clean it and stitch it up now. 

As I tell him he looks at me, paying attention to every word. I began cleaning it softly trying my best no to make it painful to him. Once done i began preparing to stitch it up the cut, noticing how he was watching me and how he still had his headphones on. I wonder why but didn't question him about it. 

- don't touch the headphones, please. - he said in a whisper.

- I won't. - I promised and he finally relaxed closing his eyes. 

It was a deep cut but, since they are hybrids it will cure a lot faster then a normal human being would, in three days he will be good as new.

I try my best to focus on his bloody arm as I’m stitching up the cut but, my mind goes back time to time to those grey yellowish eyes. He was even more beautiful closer. How could he be that attractive? Right, he's not entirely human. 

It must be hard on them having to go out to fight, i can't even begin to think about how they all must feel knowing they have no choice, no one to hold on to. 

Do they have nightmares about the battlefield? 

Is that what he thought when he looked at me with those angry yellowish eyes?

I would never know.

To be continued.

New story coming this week! I hope you guys like it! It’s a bit messy right now so sorry for any grammatical mistakes! 🥺💖

Taglist?

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[lazarish]

No wait I want all the backstories in every AU pls

Well if you INSIST

School AU:

This is basically a kdrama

Misty's parents die in an accident caused by the Sage corporation, she gets a full ride scholarship to the country's best high school so she doesn't go to the media (so she's orphaned at 16 instead of as a child)

Ends up in a love triangle between the heir of the Sage group and "King" of the school, Nadir, and the son of the Sage group's biggest rival, Atlas, who has just returned from ✨abroad✨ after some scandal no one will talk about

Selene is initially a bystander when her classmates bully Misty but eventually she stands up for her and uses her own reputation to protect her new friend

The only kdrama in history where she ends up with the second lead

Was nadir inspired by Gu Jun Pyo? We may never know

Historical AU:

Setting: a nation on the verge of a revolution

Misty goes to the castle to become a maid in hopes of making a better life for herself, ends up befriending the sheltered princess and helping her understand how bad things are for the kingdom

Things get complication when the revolution infiltrates the palace in the form of the formerly exiled (Im gonna say Duke? Hell if I know how royalty works) Atlas

Nadir probably gets guillotined, sorry kit

Idol AU:

This was the song stuck in my head when I was doing their outfits

Misty and Selene debut together in a group that's named after butterflies somehow because I have a brand™

Atlas and Nadir were in the same group but Atlas got kicked out (probably because of Nadir)

Misty eventually steps away from the spotlight and produces for Selene

Selene just. Becomes berry IU because that's what she deserves.

Vanilla AU:

It's just the same. Genuinely it's just the same. They might have different names?

You can take the girl out of the pink but you can't take the pink out of the girl

Cyberpunk AU:

This one would need the most worldbuilding but I imagine it's the same berry world just a few hundred years in the future

Selene's family is extremely rich and influential, so she lives completely sheltered and ignorant of what the world is really like- until one day she accidentally sees her brother's files and realizes she isn't really Selene Elysian

The real girl died young because of a genetic disease, and she's a highly advanced robot created to replace the real daughter so no one ever knows.

She has an identity crisis, runs away, and is taken in by Misty who at this point is making a living off salvaging valuable materials from discarded tech

Misty teaches Selene about the outside world, and together they realize that Selene can do a lot more than any other robot on the market, meaning her family is hiding some kind of dangerous and advanced technology

I'm not good at making pets in the sims but you get the Vibes

Selene is the fluffiest possible cat

Misty is a King Charles Cavalier because my friends have a cute KCC named Nell and she's one of my favourite creatures

I genuinely had more ideas for this edit but I had to stop myself lmao, I could spend forever dressing up my girls and giving them happy endings

#asks #laby extra #technically #thank u for taking the very obvious bait sam ily #if i ever say oh but ill spare you the essay in the tags it means i have the essay ready and i want someone to ask lmfaoooo #when i have more time ill probably make more edits for these aus bc why not #both want to finish this legacy and want to just pull a lacelot and make a million aus of just these two #yeah altas and misty are cute but we all know who i really cared about

[johnica-weeks]

Welcome to the 4th Johnica Week! I can't believe it's already the fourth edition and I'm so happy to have still lots of talented artists and writers joining the event and keeping the fandom alive by contributing (also) to the growth of this wonderful couple 🥰💕💕💕

When is the event? 📆

This year's Johnica Week will be a bit shorter, only four days, in order to keep entries more collected, avoid burnout for those faithful creators who want to challenge themselves and join everyday, and for everyone who loves to read fics but has less time on their hands. The event will start on Sunday 15th January and end on Wednesday 18th January, aka John and Veronica's 48th wedding anniversary!

Where? 🔎

Here on Tumblr, on AO3 and also on Instagram for visual artists!

💚 Use the tag #JohnicaWeek2023 in your entries here and on Instagram!

📚 > Here will be the AO3 COLLECTION where to post your fics! <

💚 Tag @eileen-crys​ and/or @johnica-weeks​ in your works so I can read, see and share them!

📚 At the end of the event I’ll make a Tumblr masterlist with all the works!

2020 Masterlist | 2021 Masterlist | 2022 Masterlist

The Theme 📚 

You’ve read it right, this year Johnica Week has a theme, linked to the 46th wedding anniversary, that is BOOKS. Like all the prompts, it’s up to you to follow the theme or not, consider it just as a general theme that you could build your entries around. I chose some prompts that might fit this theme, that are about books as physical objects or as idea for an alternative worldbuilding.

How? 🖼

You're encouraged to join with your preferred creative media or challenge yourself with something new! Fanfictions, drawings, comics, poetry, collages and photo edits, moodboards, anything you like! More in the RULES below.

Like all Ship Weeks, this is a fandom event to share love and creativity related to a particular couple, so be sure to engage with the entries and support all the artists and writers that chose to join! Reblog, leave likes/kudos and comment on the artworks to keep the fandom alive! 💜💖💕💜💖💕

These prompts are simply suggestions for the event, you can choose one, mix them together, follow them or not, be creative with the prompts or do something completely different! That’s up to you 😊 For each day I chose a situation that revolves around books, an undergoing theme, a literary genre and a type of Alternative Universe you can choose among.

💚 Day 1 - Sunday 15th

SITUATION: Transported from real life to a book’s world and living an adventure there/meeting the main characters. (Suggestions: Alice in Wonderland, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, etc.) Note: not as an AU, but more on the idea of "real John and Veronica live an adventure in a book" as themselves.

THEME: Having fun together

GENRE: Action

AU: Superheroes/Superpowers (“Superheroes with Superproblems” comic book, Fantasy or Sci-Fi, Dystopian, Fantasy, Cyberpunk, etc.)

💚 Day 2 - Monday 16th

SITUATION: Misplaced/stolen book.

THEME: Math VS Poetry

GENRE: Horror/mystery

AU: Noir/Detective story (Victorian, Modern Crime Scene, Serial Killer, Futuristic, etc.)

💚 Day 3 - Tuesday 17th

SITUATION: Finding/reading a book for the other one or for the kids.

THEME: Long distance

GENRE: Fairytale

AU: Historical Fiction (Royalty, 1920s, Arranged Marriage, World War, Ancient Greece, etc)

💖 Day 4 - Wednesday 18th (Wedding anniversary!)

SITUATION: Bonding thanks to a special book.

THEME: Pregnancy

GENRE: Comedy

AU: Romantic cliché (Soulmates, bookshop, coffee/florist shop, alternative first meeting, etc.)

What can you do? ✒

You can join with fanfics, edits and moodboards, drawings of all kinds and if you want to sing or play an instrument please feel free to!

The requirements are:

John and Veronica Deacon as the main pairing;

Your love and creativity! 🥰

You can write/draw:

Fics with and without accurate settings and timelines;

Alternative Universes (AU) of any kind and genre, mixed or not with the promts (ex. Fem!John AU + coffee shop, A/B/O AU + Superpowers);

“What if"s;

Genderswap/genderbending of any kind;

Other Queen members, friends, pairings, family, poly ships (that have to involve both John and Veronica!), OCs, etc…

Fluff, angst, crack, hurt/comfort, action, mystery, sexy times… anything you fancy!

🔥 NSFW is allowed with PROPER TAGS! IMPORTANT note: please interact with NSFW only if you’re +18! 🔞

… and more! If you’re unsure feel free to ask!

We’re here to celebrate John and Veronica Deacon, not to create drama or fights nor to disrespect their privacy. So please be considered about your entries and comments and always try to be respectful to John, to Veronica, to their family and friends, to the people who ship them or ship other couples and to your audience.

Fics and fanarts about post ‘97 John ARE allowed.

Photos and videos from after his retirement in moodboards and edits ARE NOT allowed!

HOW to post? 🤔

You can post your entries here on Tumblr, on AO3 and on Instagram, using the hashtag #JohnicaWeek2022 and tagging me.

If you prefer, you can post anonymously on AO3, HERE is an easy guide on how to do it!

If you’re on Tumblr and want to post a fic anonymously please send me a DM and I’ll post it on @johnica-weeks on your behalf, crediting it as Anonymous author!

🔥 TAG your work APPROPRIATELY! This includes all potential triggers and smut. On Tumblr you can include the appropriate warnings at the top of the fic followed by a "keep reading” cut (you can add it in desktop version AND on mobile by writing :readmore: in a new line!) Also be sure to tag the rating of your fic, the genre and the themes of your story, enough to help the readers!

✨ If you’re still unsure, HERE’s a useful guide on how to tag your works!

As a reader... 📖

If you’re a fan of John, of Johnica or simply like to read fanfictions, positive interactions are always much welcomed! Support the authors by leaving likes, a comment (even a little one!) and sharing their work. On AO3 you don’t need an account to leave Kudos and Comments! (Unless the author has willingly prevented guests to comment). To leave a comment on AO3 you simply have to choose a temporary mail and set your email to get a notification for an eventual reply.

If a work is not tagged appropriately, you can reach out to me via DM and I’ll warn the author. If anything makes you uncomfortable, simply close the work! Do not engage by leaving nasty comments or messaging the author!

🔥 IMPORTANT!!! 🔥

During the event, if any of you/your entries gets hateful comments or messages towards you, your entries, the Johnica ship, the event or other creators, please DELETE the hateful comment/message right away with no interactions and let me know! This is no place for haters, just for creativity and love.

If you see a hateful comment on other works do not engage, instead leave a positive comment to the same work and support the author! 💜

Realistic or not, remember that fanfictions are, by definition, FICTIONAL and not meant to be a documentary! There are lots of things we don’t know about John and Veronica’s private lives and don’t want to go in too deeply, gossip or speculate about them, so feel free to fly with your fantasy and let your creativity flow! 😊💖 Most of all… have fun, respect each other and support each other’s works!

If you have any question feel free to send me an ask or a DM!

Header and graphics by @eileen-crys​ and @/firefly-graphics

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